By sub01

But soon it did have to end, if only temporarily.  With a pressing need I excused myself and slipped off to the bathroom, leaving Mary and Carol lying together.  When I came back out, though, they were no longer in bed, nor in the bedroom at all.  In my absence they had slipped out.

I went in search of them.  As hungry as I was myself I expected to find them downstairs in the kitchen.  But instead as I passed their bedroom door I paused.  The shower was running.  Mary, probably.  She'd left the bedroom door open but closed the bathroom door, perhaps wanting a moment of privacy.  Hearing the shower running reminded me that I hadn't enjoyed a shower myself in two days.  We'd been so occupied yesterday that it had completely slipped my mind.  Now, though, I thought it sounded like an exquisite way to start the morning.  A refreshing shower would be nice, and then a hearty breakfast, and then... well, then we could have some more fun.

I snuck into the bedroom and cracked the bathroom door open, feeling a bit like I was back in my youth and sneaking a naughty peak at my sister in the shower.  A luxurious warmth and the sweet fragrance of jasmine greeted me... as well as a rush of excitement.  Mary was in the shower, but not alone.  She and Carol were showering together.  I could see their silhouettes through the foggy shower door.  They were together under the hot spray, embracing and kissing.

They were obviously sharing a private, intimate moment.  Yet I couldn't look away, couldn't leave them to their privacy.  I stood there, stiffly erect, watching as they embraced and kissed and stroked.  The play of their silhouettes on the foggy shower door was sensuously erotic.  Carol moved her hands to my sister's head, stroking her hair as they kissed.  Mary's hands were on Carol's back, holding her tight, and then lower on her bottom.  They said nothing, spoke not a word.  Their moment together was silent, yet spoke volumes.  It was a tender, private moment of two intimate lovers.

They didn't speak a word.  They didn't need to.  Everything they needed to say, they said with their hands and their bodies and their lips as they embraced beneath the spray.  I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.  I wanted that.  I wanted it to be me under the spray with Mary.  I wanted it to be my naked body she pressed up against, and held, and stroked.  And most of all I wanted it to be me she felt that way about, the way she so obviously felt about Carol.

Their silhouettes merged and undulated.  I watched breathlessly, stiff with lust, as their erotic shapes morphed time and time again.  At one moment they were together, kissing under the hot spray, their arms around each other.  At the next Carol turned her back to my sister, the silhouette of her lovely breasts so clear as Mary slipped her arms around her from behind and cupped her breasts, soaping her and leaning forward to kiss the back of her neck.

Soon they switched.  Carol washed my sister's hair, for the longest time coaxing her fingers through Mary's silky tresses, massaging her scalp patiently as she relaxed beneath the spray.  I could hear my sister's pleasure in her contented moans.  And soon Carol was on her knees, pressing her face between my sister's legs from behind as Mary stood pressed face first against the shower wall.  As the hot spray rained down on them Mary turned the spray on harder, muffling her contented sounds as Carol made love to her from behind with her lips and tongue.

I couldn't help but join them.  Even as Carol knelt at her task behind my sister I slipped off my shorts and opened the shower door, joining them beneath the hot spray.  Carol didn't even acknowledge me, but Mary did.  She smiled at me and accepted my kiss without protest, even as she stood pressed up against the shower wall.  She looked so incredibly lovely with her silky blonde hair matted wetly to her neck and shoulders, her pale skin glistening under the spray, her lips and rosy cheeks so inviting as she tilted her head upward and let the water rain down on her face.  The smell of jasmine scented bath soap was strong.  I kissed Mary's shoulder and could smell the sweet fragrance there, and on her neck, and on her lips as I kissed her again.

Without a word I inserted myself between Mary and the wall.  The tile was cold against my backside, but Mary so warm and soft against my front.  She leaned against me under the warm spray, her breasts against me and her belly and her legs and her lips, and her arms around me.  I put my hands on her head, slipping my fingers into her soaked hair and kissing her deeply. My erection was trapped between our bodies, our gentle movements together threatening to coax me over the edge before I even got inside her.

And soon I felt an unexpected sensation: Carol's fingers on my balls, stroking me gently from below.  Before long her lips and mouth were on me too, as she pressed her face deeper between Mary's thighs so she could reach me with her tongue.  She sucked my balls gently, and then without a word she reached up between us and encircled my erection with her fingers, pulling it down and coaxing me between Mary's folds, right there as we stood in the shower.

I slipped easily inside Mary.  Carol's lips and tongue had aroused her, as had mine earlier, and now she was open for me.  And warm.  Deliciously, impossibly warm inside, and silky, and so tight as she clenched on me.  As we stood there beneath the warm spray I began moving inside her.  We didn't speak, only kissed again and again and again.

I wasn't going to last long.  As if she sensed this, Carol soon coaxed me from my sister's tightness and took me into her mouth, right from where she knelt behind Mary.  She suckled me gently, slowly, letting me relax for a moment (as much, anyway, as I possibly could while inside Carol's lovely mouth).  When I'd retreated from the edge Carol guided me back into my sister's tightness, and we moved together once again beneath the spray.

It seemed an exquisite eternity that Mary and I made love there beneath the warm spray of the shower.  Every time my climax neared Carol, perhaps sensing it in my movements or in my moans, coaxed me from Mary's tightness and into her mouth.  Each time she suckled me with exquisite tenderness, sometimes not even sucking or moving but just letting my stiffness lie on her tongue, twitching desperately close to orgasm.  And each time when it was safe to do so, she once more guided me back into my sister.

Mary and I made slow, sensuous love beneath the luxurious spray of the shower, touching and kissing and gazing at each other, and just being together.  We were in no hurry, aside from my impending climax which Carol seemed content to help moderate in her own splendid way.  Until, that is, she coaxed me from Mary's tightness and didn't return me again.  I knew it as soon as she put her mouth on me.  She was going to make me cum this time.  Her lips were tight on me, her tongue soft and flat against the underside of my shaft, her sucking more insistent, more focused.  This time she was going to steal from me my passion.  I think Mary sensed it too, for just as I was nearing orgasm she reached down behind herself and pulled Carol back by her hair, drawing her mouth of my erection.

"Oh no you don't," Mary giggled.  "That's not for you, you naughty little cunt."

Carol pouted, but Mary was firm on this point.  No matter.  I would just as happily finish inside Mary's tightness.  Except when I tried to penetrate her again, Mary giggled and shifted just enough that I couldn't.  I tried again.  Again she giggled and shifted away.

"Mary!"

"Oh, save it for later Brian, please?"  Mary's cheeks were flushed, her eyes twinkling, her fingers soft on my erection as she encircled it gently.  "Please Brian, let's just finish showering, and then you can have me properly... okay?"

I groaned.  For a moment I considered pressing Mary up against the shower wall and taking her from behind, satisfying myself inside her despite her plea.  But I didn't.  Her beautiful, eager eyes spoke volumes.  I could see there her love and lust, and I couldn't bring myself to do anything but nod.

We finished showering together, the three of us.  Mary and I helped Carol rise, and together under the warm spray we soaped each other all over.  At one moment Mary and I were soaping every intimate inch of Carol's body, and at the next I was captured between Mary and Carol as they did the same to me.  They stroked and caressed me, squeezed me gently but not enough to bring me off.  They wouldn't let me do anything but stand there and enjoy their attention.  The bath soap was so fragrant, so sensuous, the water so warm, their bodies so soft against mine and their breasts so luscious.  They kissed me eagerly, Mary my lips and Carol the back of my neck.  And then lower as they both knelt at my feet, kissing my belly and my bottom as they soaped me between my legs.

How I didn't cum, I'll never know.  It was sheer, exquisite torture.  I have no idea how long they attended to me there in the shower.  When they were done they rinsed me thoroughly, again taking every opportunity to explore me with their naughty fingers.  Not once did they let me go soft.  And finally we turned the shower off and stepped out.  The cool air tickled.  Goosebumps appeared on Mary's pale skin, her nipples stiff.  I shivered, but a moment later found myself enveloped in a delightfully soft pink cotton towel.

We toweled each other dry.  Or I should say, Mary and Carol toweled us dry.  They wouldn't let me do anything.  When I reached for a towel so I could to attend to her, Mary tugged it away from me with a giggle.

"No, just keep your hands at your sides, little brother.  Let us do everything..."

So I let them do everything.  They were at me together, Mary at my front side and Carol at my back, drying me, the towels so impossibly soft against my skin, their hands so delightfully tormenting.  And as if the touch of their hands wasn't enough, soon they touched me with their lips as well, kissing me gently.  On my chest, on my belly, on my back, on my bottom as they worked their way down.  As they patted me dry between my legs Carol pressed her lips to my bottom, kissing me there, and Mary pressed her lips to the underside of my stiff erection, kissing me again and again and again.  I groaned and closed my eyes, smiling, my whole being focused on their lips and fingers and the soft, delicate touch of the towels.

*    *    *

While Mary and Carol returned to the bedroom to do their hair I remained behind in the bathroom and shaved.  I made doubly sure to do a good job, taking much more care than usual, knowing that soon my freshly shaven skin would again be against Mary's.  Perhaps even between her legs again.  How smooth my cheeks would feel against her thighs.  How sensual.  How she would shiver.  Just thinking about rubbing against her soft skin brought me back to erection.  It was a pleasant feeling, to become so stiff just from thinking about Mary.  That was my lust for her speaking, and my love.

I packed my shaving things away and joined them in the bedroom, moving quietly so as not to disturb them.  Carol was seated at their dressing table, and Mary was standing behind her brushing her hair lovingly.  They were both still naked.  In the mirror I could see Carol's unfettered breasts swaying gently as Mary attended to her.  Mary's backside was to me, her skin so pale and inviting, her bottom so fully rounded.  Neither of them noticed me.  Again, they were lost in a private moment, their eyes locked on each other's in the mirror.  Smiling.  Communicating only with their gaze, they way only intimate lovers can.

I sat down quietly on the bed and watched.  As she stroked her lover's hair, Mary leaned down and kissed the top of Carol's head.  Then her cheek.  Then the base of her neck.  All the while she stroked Carol's silken tresses, caressing them, loving them.  Mary bent again to kiss her lover's head and this time she saw me in the mirror.  Our eyes locked.  She smiled and kissed Carol's hair, and as she did she set the brush aside and reached around to cup Carol's naked breasts.

"Mmmm."  Carol approved quietly, and in the mirror I could see her close her eyes and smile.  Mary caressed her lover's breasts for a long moment, then leaned down and spoke to her softly.

"Now you've had a little taste of what it's like to be me, Carol.  You like it, don't you?"

Carol nodded, smiling, her eyes still closed.

"You want more, don't you?"

Again Carol nodded, though more slowly this time as if she were embarrassed to admit it.

"Good.  Because you're going to do exactly what my brother tells you to."  Mary smiled at me in the mirror.  "You and I both.  You're going to do anything and everything he asks.  And like you always tell me, you'll do it without hesitation or complaint or you'll be punished.  Understand?"

Carol hesitated and then nodded.  I could see in the mirror that she was blushing.

Mary straightened up and smiled at me in the mirror.  "She's all yours, sweetie."

Carol's eyes came open, and she blushed even deeper as she saw me in the mirror.  She didn't say anything, didn't protest, only watched me as I rose and moved behind them.  I touched her hair gently.  It was so silky, so smooth.  Mary had done an excellent job on it.  I stroked Carol's hair gently for a moment then gathered it in my hand, tightening my grip, feeling myself stiffen as she winced.  Yet she didn't say anything.  And in the mirror I could see now that Mary was blushing as well.  Or perhaps she was flushed with excitement.

There were so many things I wanted to do, so many things I wanted to say.  But feeling Carol's silken tresses in my fingers reminded me how jealous I was.  It was time she learned her new place for good.  Holding her firmly by her hair I leaned down and spoke in her ear.  "Okay, you little slut... get down on your knees."

Carol hesitated, but only for a moment for I tightened my grip in her hair and coaxed her backwards off her stool.  She turned at my urging and knelt facing me, looking up at me wide eyed.  How lovely she looked kneeling there naked, how obedient, how submissive.  I was absolutely taken by her beauty.  Naked, kneeling at my feet, looking up at me as if waiting for my instruction.  I couldn't help but smile.  Carol was acting like the perfect submissive slut.  Or perhaps she wasn't acting.  Perhaps she'd been all along, and it had just taken me to bring it out.

I wasn't done yet.  There were two beautiful women in the room, only one of whom was on her knees.  Now I smiled at Mary.  "You too, sis.  On your knees."

Mary knelt beside her lover, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes, smiling.  Waiting patiently.  Obediently.  As if without thinking she took Carol's hand in her own and squeezed it lovingly, even as she looked up at me.

There were a million things I wanted to do with Mary and Carol, now that they knelt so obediently before me.  But one thing I wanted more than all others.  I went to their dresser and searched, where I knew they kept their toys.  It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for: a stiff, black leather collar.  I brought it back over and crouched down before Carol.

"Hold your hair up."

Carol did it slowly, her cheeks flushed, her smile gone.  I couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever before felt the snug embrace of leather around her neck.  Well, if she hadn't she certainly did now, for I placed the collar around her neck and buckled it tightly.  Too tightly at first.  She winced, and I backed it off a notch, buckling it again.  Tight, but not too tight.

I let her lower her hair.  The dark collar stood in stark contrast to Carol's pale skin and blonde tresses.  It was an intoxicating sight.  I couldn't help but touch her neck, tracing where the collar encircled it so snuggly.  She had such soft, exquisite skin.

As I admired Carol's collar, Mary pleaded with me quietly.  "Oh please Brian, won't you collar me too?  Please, sweetie?"

How could I say no?  I found another collar in the dresser, this one narrower and more supple, with a tiny silver charm affixed to the front.  I brought it back over and stooped down before Mary.  With perfect obedience she reached behind herself and held her hair up so I could place the collar around her neck.  I tightened it gently, and when it was snug I kissed her on the lips and stood.  Only then did she let her hair back down and return her hands to her lap.  One hand, anyway.  With her other she took Carol's hand again, squeezing it surreptitiously, though I couldn't help but notice.  It gave me a twinge of jealously, and I couldn't help but feel it was time to test Carol a bit more.

"Carol," I announced.

Carol sat up a little straighter.  She was quiet for a moment, as if waiting for my next words.  When I didn't speak she ventured a couple herself.  "Yes, sir?"

I shivered to hear that, from Carol's lovely lips.  Yes sir.  It sounded so natural, as if her only place could be on her knees before me, ready to please.  So different than two days ago.  So obedient, so submissive.  I aimed to see just how far that would go.

"The paddle you used on my sister.  Go get it."

For a moment I thought for sure that Carol was going to protest, or refuse outright, that her suddenly submissive demeanor didn't extend nearly that deep.  But to my surprise a faint smile tugged at her lips, and she started to rise.

"No Carol, crawl.  Just like you made my sister."

Carol crawled.  Dear god, she actually crawled!  I watched her gently rounded bottom as she went, feeling myself stiffen.  I felt an urge to mount her right there as she crawled, to remove her chastity belt and fuck her silly.  I fought the urge.  I was going to do that – fuck her silly – but later.  After we'd had some fun first.

Soon Carol returned with the paddle clenched in her teeth.  She was a perfect vision of obedience kneeling there, so patient, so submissive.  I let her wait for a long moment, the paddle held in her mouth, until finally at long last I addressed her.

"Over here," I told her simply.

She crawled to me where I stood by the bed.  As she looked up at me I took the paddle from her mouth.  It was a stiff paddle, black leather, heavy and wicked.

"Up on the bed, Carol.  Face down."

She hesitated for a moment, glancing between the bed and me.  I couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever felt the paddle on her bottom before, or ever been told to present herself for it.

"NOW!" I demanded.  "Ten extra for each second it takes you."

Of course I hadn't told her how many to begin with.  I didn't know myself.  But it served to get her moving, if by no other means than the tone of my voice.  I was surprised myself at how stern I sounded.  Carol quickly got on the bed and lay face down, offering up her pale, unblemished bottom.  She put her hands at her sides and waited.

I sat down on the edge of the bed beside Carol and touched her gently, just with my fingers on her offered bottom.  She jumped slightly, as if frightened by my touch.  Perhaps she was expecting the paddle instead of my fingers.  I explored her gently, running my fingers over the gentle, soft swell of her bottom, feeling her untried flesh.  Her bottom was perfect.  So smooth and unblemished.  Such a perfect canvas for the paddle.

I didn't rise, didn't warn her.  I simply raised the paddle and brought it down swiftly on her bottom.  In the silent bedroom the sudden crack was impossibly loud.  I think Mary and I jumped as much as Carol did, though in Carol's case her surprise was accompanied by a shrill cry of pain.  She started to sit up instinctively, but I put a hand on her back.

"No, stay down.  You don't get up until I tell you."

So Carol stayed down.  When I struck her a second time, on her other cheek, she gasped but didn't rise.  She did clutch the bedsheets, though.  Tightly.

I allowed her no time to prepare, no time to expect the next blow.  I was aroused and jealous and a little vengeful (okay, maybe a lot vengeful).  I reddened Carol's bottom quickly and viciously.  I alternated back and forth between her cheeks, striking them never in the same order or number, keeping her uncertain at every moment.  From time to time I surprised her so much that she actually squealed.  When she wasn't squealing she was gasping, for I wasn't gentle with her in the least.

And yet, not once did she protest or try to pull away.

When I finally set the paddle down Carol reached back to rub her raw bottom.  I pushed her hands away.  Sitting beside her I explored her with my own, touching her bottom gently, loving how she stiffened at my slightest touch.  The snug leather straps of the chastity belt had protected the intimate crease between her bottom cheeks, but apart from that her bare bottom had been exposed to the paddle and was now bright crimson.  So bright in fact that I was momentarily worried that I'd struck her too hard.  But then I remembered how hard she'd struck Mary, and I knew.  I hadn't struck her half as hard as I should have.

Maybe later.

Now though I coaxed Carol to sit up.  She did, gingerly.  Only now did I see that her eyes were wet with tears, her cheeks flushed, her lips quivering.  She was on the verge of crying, and yet she bit her lip so she wouldn't.  I coaxed her to look at me.  She did for a moment, but soon looked back to the bed as if she were embarrassed to let me see in her eyes her true feelings. 

It was enough to make me want her more madly than ever before.  I considered – seriously considered – pushing her back on the bed and letting her out of her belt and taking her right then and there.  But I didn't.  Instead I took her arm and helped her off the bed.  She followed without a word, and without prompting she knelt on the floor at Mary's side.  Again my sister took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.  This time Mary even leaned over and kissed Carol on her cheek.  I could see in her eyes the obvious: that she felt her lover's pain, that she empathized with her, that she wanted to kiss her more deeply.  And she did a moment later when Carol turned her face to hers.  Their lips met.  As they kissed deeply Mary brushed Carol's hair back from her face, wiping her lover's tears away.

I allowed them their moment.  When finally their lips parted and they turned once more to face me Mary blushed, as if just realizing I'd been watching her console her lover.  Carol blushed too, but her eyes were on my cock.  As if she were only now realizing how much paddling her had aroused me.  It was obvious.  My cock stood out proudly stiff.  That was all for Carol, and her tears, and her submission to me.

I stood and moved to Carol, standing before her, looking down.  Smiling.  Tears still glistened in her eyes.  I'd paddled her awfully hard.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

Carol nodded, sniffling.

"Are you horny?"

Carol nodded again, more eagerly this time.

I smiled.  "Well, one of those we can take care of."