Chapter 1: Arrival

Quite unexpectedly, my Mom had to fly off to Europe for the summer to handle her company's business. My Dad was already in Australia all summer because he's a cinematographer whose expertise is in oceanographic documentaries, and he had been booked a long time ago for a big Discovery Channel original. Therefore, my Mom had to find a place for my sister and I to stay for the months of July and August while they took care of business.

What they didn't know is that my sister, who was two years older than I, probably could have babysat me all summer and taken care of the house to boot. Afterall, I had been following all of her rules without question for the past nine months, and I knew from experience that she was quite worldly for a thirteen year old. She could cook, she could keep a house clean, she knew the ins and outs of the public transport system, she had no problem with confidence or self-assertiveness, she knew how to get whatever she wanted, she could put any male instantly into the palm of her hand, could turn that into any and all money she needed, was an excellent sex partner and teacher, and was fully versed in female dominance.

But only I, her little brother and happy sex slave, knew all that. Our parents were usually at work, or out of town because of work, and really had no clue about what my sister and I were doing behind their clueless backs. Sure, they know we both have our MySpace accounts and like to surf the web and talk to our online friends, but they don't know that their older daughter Kaitlyn spends most of her time on BDSM sites and has a stable of four guys who see her once a week to be dominated by her, and who then pay her richly for these services. They don't know that's she's a freaking thirteen-year-old nymphomaniac who has turned her brother into her little whipping boy and sex toy, and they don't know that I, Jamie, am that eleven-year-old little brother slave. I'm her only sibling, and I was aleady looking forward to this summer under Kaitlyn's feet and pussy and creative imagination. The fact that there won't be any meddling parents to interrupt us makes it ten times more appealing.

Depending on where we're being shipped off to for the summer. Shipped off so that we can be "watched" by some "responsible" friend or relative of Mom's. Obviously, we'd both rather just stay here in our beautiful house.

That didn't happen.

Instead, we ended up in a place far below the level of amenities that we were used to, and were extremely unhappy at first, but by the time September first was approaching, we were both wishing for just a little bit more summertime.