Chapter 17

Things remained a little awkward for a few more minutes as my brother tried to wrap his head around a family that lived so outside of his concept of normal.

Brodie saw it as an opportunity to show off his authority and impress his new friend. He took the girls outside to march them to the fence. “Dude, there is someone outside in the yard next door.”

“That’s just Mister Johnson,” Brodie said, and he waved and greeted him. Mr. Johnson was happy to wave back and acknowledge Brodie.

“Damn!” my brother was gregarious and amused by the procession.

I stood in the doorway, wrapped in a sheet.

“Do you high step with your girlfriend?” Brodie stood near me on the patio and watched as Brodie marched them.

“No,” I said.

“Look, I did not plan this. I had NO way to anticipate I’d see anything like this at their house, and I am certain you are embarrassed that I am here,” he said. Brodie was cropping their booties, and he was about halfway across the yard, so he couldn’t hear us talking.

“Brodie obviously wants to impress me. I like him. I can assure you that I won’t say a word about this to anyone. I’m obviously curious about this, but I’ll politely stay for a few more minutes, and then I’ll go, okay?”

‘Thank you, Jake. I wouldn’t mind that you stay, but technically I am supposed to be naked.”

I indicated the sheets I had wrapped around me.

“So? I do not care if you are naked. Why would I?”

“Because I am your sister?”

“His sister and mom are marching across the yard. If you want to go join them, that’s fine. I should be going anyway.”

I dropped my sheets and stood there waiting for him to say something sarcastic. He didn’t. “Okay, cool. That’s out of the way.”

Brodie wanted to show my brother how the girls close crawled.

“Is that a butt plug?” he said when he saw Anna and her mother hit the ground.

Brodie looked at him strangely but didn’t say anything.

“Do you wear one of those?” he asked me.

I told him I had a small one that Rachel had loaned me.

“I have a couple of them I can give you,” he whispered.

“It looks like Anna is going to kiss her mother’s ass,” Jake observed.

Anna playfully planted a quick kiss on her mom’s butt. Jake found that hilarious. He watched as they crawled all the way back to the house.

“This is what you’ve been doing every day?”

“Actually, they haven’t done this since the last sleepover,” I admitted.

“We have been marching at night sometimes after you go home and all day Sunday when we came up with new rules, Ma’am,” Anna explained.

“So, you are like a domme?” he asked me.

“No, I am just her girlfriend.”

Jake was convinced there was more to it than that. He said that I seemed meek and shy on the outside but that I was secretly dominant.

Jake talked to Mr. Johnson when we passed him at the fence. “You like to watch, huh?”

“If they are out here when I am.”

“Well, that’s my sister, so maybe do not watch her so closely?” he said.

I blushed, and Mr. Johnson wilted like a flower back onto his porch.

“They do not mind if he is out here,” I offered.

“Well, I mind,” my brother said. He came across as protective and nurturing but perhaps a little too much.

When we went back inside, they explained the other rules to him and summarized how things had evolved over the last few months. Brodie made the girls demonstrate their various protocols while the discussion continued. It really didn’t take my brother that long to figure it all out compared to me.

Brodie invited us to stay for dinner. Jake politely declined and said that he had intruded enough.

“Anna has her friend; I don’t see why I can’t have one over,” Brodie complained.

“It’s fine,” I said. I was sitting on the floor naked but not in any particularly exposed position.

“You sure?”

“You liked Brodie as a friend before you knew any of this. I do not think it’s fair to stop you from hanging out,” I admitted.

“Well, the good news is that I work a lot of hours, so I can’t come over very often. I think you guys are cool as fuck, though.”

My brother really was far more accepting than I thought he might be. He was surprised by that. He said that he thought he always came across as supportive to me but that he’d work on that.

“What should I make for dinner, Sir?” Rachel asked her son.

Brodie told his mother to summarize the choices based on what was in the fridge, and then he let my brother pick. My brother chose fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and peas.

“I don’t know how big of an appetite you have, but I have some leftover Applebee’s steak and a baked potato I can warm up if there is not enough to satisfy you, Sir,” Rachel offered my brother. He was a big guy, and it was normal to assume he had a big appetite.

“How did your date go last night, Rachel?”

“It really didn’t, Sir. He started to get really sexually suggestive at dinner and ordered me to blow the waiter,” Rachel sounded disappointed. She was in the kitchen making food, and Anna was helping her.

“Did you?” Brodie asked enthusiastically.

“Obviously not, but even if I had, you know I wouldn’t discuss the details of sex with other people with you, Mister Brodie.”

“It’s so confusing,” Jake observed. “One minute, you have your noses pressed to one another’s asshole because he told you to crawl that way, and the next minute you are telling him who you went down on is none of his business.”

“There is a method to the madness, but I agree it can seem like there are some gray lines we cross, Sir. For the record, I do not do anything sexual WITH my kids, although some of the things we do around each other may be sexual or have sexual energy.”

“Masturbate with that spatula while you make dinner,” Brodie ordered his mother to demonstrate just how far she’d go.

My brother had been around this family for approaching 30 minutes and watch them do deep squats, wear butt plugs, crawl, high step, but even he was flummoxed by this order.

“You can order us to play with ourselves, and if Mr. Jake is okay with it, I’m happy to do it to amuse you, Mister Brodie, but we haven’t discussed objects.”

“Nonsense, you beg to use Red Willy all the time. Okay, pull your butt plug out halfway.”

Rachel frowned but obediently plucked her butt plug out and let it hang out of her puckered asshole. “push it back in,” he said. “Do that over and over until I tell you to stop. Both of you,” Brodie said.

Anna and Rachel blushed but obediently fucked their butts with their own butt plugs. They made dinner effectively with one hand while fucking themselves with the other.

“You don’t think that’s a little cruel?” Jake asked.

“Mom, do you like wearing a butt plug?”

“Yes, Sir,” Rachel answered curtly but politely. She popped the plug back into her ass and pulled it out with her fingers.

“Do you like anal?”

“Usually, Sir.”

“Do you have a big gaping asshole?”

Rachel cleared her throat nervously. “Yes, Sir.”

“How often do you play with your asshole?”

“A couple times a day, Sir?”

“Do you mind letting us watch if it amuses us?”

“I am concerned this is inappropriate for our house guests, Sir.”

“Susan, let me watch her fist, my sister. What’s the difference?”

I blushed so hard. I wanted to crawl up into a little ball.

“It’s okay to humiliate your sister and me, but I am begging you to consider some discretion about your sister’s relationship with Miss Susan. That’s a detail that should be up to her to share.”

“Sorry,” Brodie apologized to me, but it was too late. The cat was out of the bag. I couldn’t even look at my brother.

My brother cut the tension by reminding the girls to at least wash their hands since they were handling his food. “Don’t worry, Sir. We are careful about cross-contamination. We won’t touch the food with the hands that are on our butt plugs.”

Jake asked more questions about their past experiences. I had heard most of Rachel’s previous experiences. One of his observations was that he was shocked that not many people found out about how they lived, and that Rachel hadn’t gotten in any trouble for how she raised her kids.

“We have had to move every few months, but there is no abuse here. We keep to ourselves, and my kids don’t usually invite people over. You and Susan are the first ones who didn’t freak out at the door and run away.”

Anna explained that they had learned from past experiences and tried to pass off a relatively normal relationship when I first started coming over.

“Why? This is fucking awesome. I couldn’t imagine growing up in a house where you and Mom would fuck your own butts for me and Dad if we told you to do it.”

I had actually thought about that scenario but dismissed it because it was too extreme and over the top to even conceive. It was frighteningly strange that my brother would have WANTED that relationship.

“Wouldn’t you rather watch Dad, do it?” I asked playfully.

“Why would I want that?” he asked with a confused frown.

“You like guys, right? Wouldn’t you rather see a male bottom?”

Jake became uncomfortable and sullen. I realized that he hadn’t told anyone else he was gay, and I just told them.

“Yeah, I like cock, okay? Can we keep that little secret between the five of us?”

They agreed that they wouldn’t tell anyone. My brother glared at me.

“Truth be told, I like female bodies. They are beautiful and mysterious. I guess if I were going to say my fantasy, it would be more like Dad was in charge, and I was the one with the butt plug making dinner. I’d be wearing a cute little pink apron, though.”

I thought at first Jake would tell me that he was kidding. “I am kind of envious of your relationship. You are free to be who you want to be. You do not have to pretend to be straight. You don’t have to hide your kinky fantasies from the people closest to you. Can we do something like that, Susan?”

“What do you mean?”

“Not in front of Mom and Dad or whatever, but like, I don’t know. You and I can talk about it later. I could tell you what sort of excites me, and you do not judge me. If you dig that, then that would maybe be like our thing.”

I was flattered that my brother made the offer. It was certainly unexpected.

Brodie asked him what turned him on.

“I don’t know how big of a gossip you are. I know my sister though, so,” my brother was trying to politely decline to share his intimate secrets with Brodie.