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Subject: {ASSM} Family Enslaved Ch.7 by Rachael Ross (F/M, (S/B)Incest, FemDom, BDSM, CBT, Cheat)
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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: FF/M, FF, (S/B)Incest, FemDom, BDSM, CBT, Cheat


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.7 : Mistress-Sister


"What do you think you're doing, Slave-Brother?" I asked, slapping at
his hands as he tried to stuff his cock and balls into his trousers.
"I'll tell you when we're finished."

"Oh shit...Uh...Mistress..." He stared helplessly at his penis and then at
me, begging silently with his soft brown eyes.

Knock knock... "Jim?" We could hear Cheryl's voice through the door,
soft and slightly muffled.

We were in his office at the radio station, me sitting on an old
imitation loveseat against the wall, and my brother standing in front
of me with his large cock stiff and dripping precum just in front of
my face. I'd been whipping it with a short leather strap earlier and
it still bore the marks of my expert attentions. His balls were
hanging out as well, nice and slightly plump after I'd noosed them
with the strap, using it as a leash.

He was my slave now, my little submissive, just as our parents were
and I'd been incredibly excited by our little scene. I still was, and
so was Jim despite his sudden panic at the thought of being discovered
by his wife, Cheryl. But his cock wasn't going soft either, he had his
own fantasies regarding his wife and being found out in his
infidelity. He reminded me quite a lot of our mother.

"Stand back...Move..." I pushed against his firm stomach with my palm so
Jim would give me some room to stand.

"What are we going to do...We...We can't..." My brother licked is lips.

"Be quiet." I slapped his cock hard to get his attention and he
winced, staring into my face as I stood up.

"Mistress?" He was like a little boy caught doing something he
shouldn't have and his eyes were pleading with me to get him out of
it.

"Leave your cock and balls alone." I told him. "And assume your
position, here, facing the sofa. I'll talk to Cheryl."

I was walking towards the door, slapping the leather strap against my
thigh. I didn't bother to look behind me; my brother would be doing
what I told him, he didn't have a choice. We were caught and if Cheryl
was going to accept any explanation, any plausible excuse for why we'd
be locked together in his office, she'd have to hear it from me first.

I didn't know what I was going to tell my sister-in-law. We didn't
know each other very well and she was two months pregnant with their
first child, which had seemingly made her a little emotional, a little
insecure about herself. The fact that she was already suspicious of
Jim cheating on her hadn't helped the woman either and we'd had a
little talk the night before. I'd given her a shoulder to cry on
then.

And so now we'd have another talk, but this one would be very
different.

"Hi Cheryl." I smiled at her as I opened the door wide, demonstrating
that there was nothing to hide.

"Uh, hello...Susan." She blinked and couldn't help but look me up and
down, it was only natural.

I was a little flushed with pleasure and I was reasonably sure that my
cunt reeked of sexual excitement. I was hot from dominating my
brother, from putting him willingly on his knees and making him my new
slave. My breasts felt swollen in the leather top I wore, straining at
the laces of the corset-like enclosure. My black mini-skirt had ridden
down, exposing my flat tummy and the top of my black thong as it
curved over and around my hips. I probably looked like I'd just had a
pretty good time and Cheryl couldn't help but stare.

She looked nice herself, if a little less exciting in her appearance.
Cheryl wore a pleated skirt that fell to her knees, a pleasant shade
of yellow, almost golden, and a simple button down blouse above that,
baby blue and made of cotton like her skirt. The outfit showed off her
body nicely, which was more athletic than voluptuous. The woman wasn't
tall, but she had nice breasts, not overly large, and a narrow waist
and hips. Cheryl was almost boyish, but no one would ever mistake her
for anything but a woman.

Cheryl was very attractive, and so young too. She was just twenty
years old and looked barely that, more like she'd just stepped out of
a high school yearbook. But that may have been the air of innocence
she carried with her. The way she could smile with just the corners of
her soft red lips turning up, like it was a secret smile meant only
for the person she was giving it to. And her eyes, hazel colored, like
a doe's and flecked with gold. Her eyes were incredibly beautiful to
me and with her face made up nicely, and her long auburn hair pulled
back into a ponytail, I couldn't help but want her.

"Come on in." I stood aside for the young woman and I could see
Pauline behind Cheryl, sitting at her desk and staring at me. Pauline
had to be hopelessly confused now and I wondered how much she'd heard
through that locked door.

"Where's Jim?" Cheryl asked, stepping past me and she'd see him in a
second.

"Go ahead and take the afternoon off." I told Pauline, giving her a
little smile. "Jim won't be needing you today. Spend some time with
Tyler."

"Uh...Are you sure?" Pauline rubbed her lips with her fingers.

"Jim?" We could hear Cheryl's voice filled with surprise. "What are
you doing?"

"Yeah." I giggled and rolled my eyes a little. "We need to sort out
some family business."

"I..." Pauline started moving slowly. "...I'm sorry about...You know..."

And she was sorry, I could tell. Whatever the reason she'd been
fucking my brother, Pauline hadn't intended to hurt anyone by it. I'd
judged her much too harshly earlier, remembering the stuck-up little
girl I'd known in high school. She'd plainly grown up to be something
else, someone real, and it seemed very unlikely Pauline had seduced my
brother...But he did have a wonderful cock. I would understand if she
had.

I put Pauline out of my mind and closed the door, locking it behind me
and Cheryl was close to Jim now, staring at him and trying to
understand why he'd be on his knees. He had his back to her, so she
hadn't seen the best part of it yet. Not until a moment later and I
smiled as her eyes got big.

"Jim?" Cheryl gasped, but she got no answer from her husband. He had
his eyes closed and his face was crimson.

He'd assumed the proper position too, with his back straight and his
shoulders and elbows back, hands on his head. His cock was hard as
steel, angry red and aching for release. Beneath it hung his balls,
nice and big, hanging out of his trousers like they were begging for
attention. Slave-Brother was being a very good subbie just then and it
pleased me a great deal. He was quiet and blushing and trying his best
to ignore Cheryl's demands for an explanation.

"Susan, what's going on?" Cheryl stared at me and her expression was
changing, like she couldn't decide how she should feel.

"How much do you love your husband, Cheryl?" I asked her, sitting down
on the loveseat a few feet in front of Jim. I tapped the sofa gently.
"Come here, sit down with me."

"I love him." Cheryl said simply and she narrowed her eyes, but did as
I asked, sitting down beside me and alternating her looks between me
and my newest slave.

"But how much?" I smiled at her, turning slightly so I could face
her.

We could forget about Slave-Brother for the moment, he wasn't going to
do anything unless I told him to. He was terrified with guilt and
excitement. He'd been caught finally and I think he was exactly like
Slave-Mommy in that he was dying to have his secrets known and be
punished for them. He'd inherited more than just her brown eyes and
hair.

"I..." Cheryl shrugged. "...More than anything, why?"

"Enough to punish him?" I smiled at the sudden look she gave me. "Do
you love him enough to hurt your husband, Cheryl?"

"Hurt...Why would I..." She swallowed hard.

"Would you punish his cock if it had been in another woman?"

I was teasing her a little, but this was the path as I saw it and I
had a feeling about her, an idea that had occurred to me just as I'd
opened the door for her.

"Would you make him sorry that he'd cheated on you, Cheryl? Sorry
enough that you could forgive him?" I continued gently, my voice soft
and coaxing her to answer me faithfully.

"You..." She stared at me and there was fire in those hazel eyes, the
gold inside burning hot for a second.

"No." I shook my head. "We didn't do anything like that, I was just
teaching him."

"You didn't fuck him?" She stared into my eyes and she wasn't afraid
of it the way so many people are.

"Slave-Brother, did you fuck me?" I asked Jim without turning my head.

"N-No, Mistress-Sister." He answered properly, although his voice
cracked slightly.

"Mistress...Sister...Slave...Brother..." Cheryl turned her head to look at him
for a moment. "What does that mean?"

"He's my slave now, my lover...But not in that way, not like you think."
I told her, and that was a slight stretch because I knew I'd be
fucking my brother soon enough.

"Your lover?...That's...Incest..." She was confused, but only a little,
Cheryl was smart, she was quick. Another woman might have gotten stuck
there for a moment or two, silly as that seems. People are often slow
to grasp the obvious when it makes them uncomfortable.

"Does it bother you?" I asked.

"He's my husband so, yeah..." She gave me a hard look and I nodded. "...It
bothers me."

"I could teach you." I offered and that was my ace, the only one I
had. Cheryl would either accept it or this was going to be a long
difficult afternoon for all of us.

"Teach me?" Cheryl didn't get that, not yet.

"Slave-Brother, tell your wife a secret." I commanded him.

"Mistress, I don't uh..." He was obviously reluctant, despite his
desire.

"What secret?" Cheryl stared at me.

"Oh, he has a lot of them." I sighed, returning her gaze. "But we can
make them go away." I promised her. "I can show you how."

I stood up, and without a word or a warning I brought the leather
strap down hard on my brother's unflagging cock.

SLAP!!

"Ahhh...Mistress!" He jerked hard, almost losing his balance, but he
didn't take his hands from his head, he didn't try to protect himself.

"What are you doing?" Cheryl's voice was shrill. "My God!"

"Tell her a secret, Slave-Brother." I told him again, ignoring Cheryl
for the moment.

"Y-Yes, Mistress...I...I cheated on..."

"Not me, slave...Tell your wife!" I grabbed his jaw roughly and pointed
his head towards Cheryl, who sat stunned with her mouth open, staring
at us.

"Cheryl..." He swallowed hard and he was burning with humiliation,
trembling with fear, and his cock was dripping precum as it had been
for the last hour.

"You'll address her as Mistress Cheryl from now on!"

SLAP!!

"Ohhhh Yesss...Mistress...Mistress Cheryl..." He groaned, but he'd had the
look in his eyes even so. The devotion was obvious beneath the pain.

My brother's cock would have welts now, those two strokes had been
hard ones, intended to punish him and demonstrate for Jim's wife
exactly how willing he was to be punished.

"...I cheated on you...I fucked another woman...I-I'm sorry, Mistress..."

Cheryl didn't say anything, she just sat there taking it in, working
it all out. Her husband was being whipped painfully, being made to
confess his adultery, and he was addressing her as Mistress now. I was
Jim's Mistress-Sister, Cheryl would be his Mistress-Wife and he would
belong to her completely. I'd let him go for her, knowing the woman
would need me to help her, to train her how to be the Domme that I
sensed she was inside.

"Punish him." I urged Cheryl, holding the leather strap out for her in
my open hand. "Make him demonstrate his love for you before you
forgive him."

"I don't know if I can forgive him." Cheryl stared at my brother and I
really hoped she wasn't lost to us.

That was the risk, as it had to be. She'd been weak and insecure since
her pregnancy, hardly a dominant personality at all, but it was inside
her. That was the source of her conflict, in my opinion, the reason
for her unhappiness. She needed to be assertive and strong, to assume
her proper role as the Top to her husband's bottom, but she didn't
have the experience. She didn't have the strength by herself, not with
my brother who had always been the stronger ego in every relationship
he'd ever had.

My brother had been spoiled by girls who'd loved him and he'd come to
expect the attention, the devotion. He'd had girlfriends since he was
barely fifteen and none of them had broken up with him, it had always
been Jim saying goodbye. No girl had ever slapped him, or said no to
him; not a one had refused him. He was too handsome, too charming and
comfortable to be with. Everyone loved Jim and he knew it, so why
would Cheryl be any different in his mind?

But he wanted her to be different, that was the beauty of it. When I'd
had him call his wife Mistress, all of my brother's pain had gone
away, just for an instant. He'd said her name carefully, lovingly,
offering himself completely, with the words dripping from his tongue.
He was a man who wanted a woman to serve, but only if she could prove
herself worthy. If she couldn't, he'd fuck her and leave her, or in
Cheryl's case he'd just fuck around behind her back.

He wanted to be caught. He wanted to see her reaction, to test Cheryl
that way. If she was like all the other girls she'd forgive him and
love him and let him do it all over again, so that they'd be miserable
and apart their entire married lives. It was the trap my parents had
fallen into, my father not dominant at all and my mother testing him
with her infidelity. He hadn't even noticed, or more likely he hadn't
wanted to.

That would be Cheryl in a few years, if she didn't take the strap from
my hand now.

"Punish him." I urged the woman. "Decide afterwards if he deserves you
or not."

Cheryl closed her eyes, breathing deep and I couldn't read her
thoughts.

"Beg her, slave." I told my brother. "If you love her, prove it now,
or lose her forever."

It sounded melodramatic, but it was the truth and he knew it.

"Mistress..." My brother's voice quailed. "...Punish me, please...I was
wrong, I love you. I don't deserve you, but..." He cleared his throat as
his voice had gone soft. "...Please, Mistress Cheryl...Punish my cock...My
balls...Anything..."

Cheryl was watching him, the corners of her pretty mouth turned down
and she was touching her tummy, where their child slept blissfully
ignorant of their little drama.

"Give me that." Cheryl stood up and took the leather strap from my
hands. "Like this?" She asked, doubling it over as I'd done and I
nodded.

"He's your slave now." I urged her softly. "Take him."

I'd have to watch closely because anger is the very last emotion you
want when Topping a slave. It leads to nothing good and it's a
betrayal of trust. I was reluctant for that reason, but there was no
other choice. It had to be done this way and I knew Cheryl loved him,
I had faith in that. She would hurt my brother, I was certain, but I
wouldn't let it go too far. I was staying very close. The physical
pain would be worth it for him anyway, if it saved them both from the
emotional torture they might find otherwise.

"I hate you." Cheryl breathed and she brought the leather strap down
hard on my brother's exposed penis with a sharp snapping sound.

SLAP!!

My brother's body spasmed with the shock of that cruel leather biting
into his turgid flesh. He gasped loudly and his hands came off his
head, but only an inch and then he regained control.

"You want to fuck around on me?" She questioned him softly, speaking
to herself as much as him.

SLAP!!

"Argghh...Misssss..." My brother hissed loudly, gritting his teeth against
the pain.

"You bastard...I love you!"

SLAP!!

"I-I'm...Sorry..." Our slave was panting, his eyes wet and his cock was
moving around, bobbing up and down from the hard stinging slaps it was
getting.

"Sorry..." Cheryl snorted derisively. "What does that mean?"

SLAP!!

"I love you..." My brother gasped.

The blows were not so hard as I feared, but very soon the skin was
going to break, I was sure of it. He had welts now, rising hot and
white, small blisters on his cock and there were parts of it that
looked raw and sore. He'd take more, my brother was strong and his
limits went beyond mine, at least for the moment, but that too was a
problem with doing a scene while you were stressed. He'd take as much
as Cheryl could give him and thank her for it, oblivious to the
physical danger he might be in.

SLAP!!

"Mistressss..." My brother hissed and his shoulders sagged, his arms
wilting.

"That's enough..." I whispered, putting my hand on Cheryl's shoulder.

She was hot and breathless and she nodded, licking her lips and
staring down at her husband.

"What do you say after being punished by your Mistress-Wife, slave?" I
asked Jim sternly.

I got down so that I could examine his penis. The strap of my purse
wasn't very stiff at all, and it was smooth so that there was little
risk of abrasions or cuts, but he had been whipped hard with it and
what concerned me most was the underside of his cock, where the
urethra lays close to the skin. The rest of the shaft, it was tough
and could handle a lot more abuse than we'd given it, but I liked to
be cautious.

"M-Mistress...Thank you for punishing me." He good barely catch his
breath and he was close to exhaustion. His body was tense, every
muscle knotted and his shirt was soaked through with perspiration.

"Fuck you." Cheryl stared at him and then she reached down, grabbing
my brother by his short brown hair, pulling his face up to look at
her.

"I love you." She whispered and then spit in his face.

"Thank you, Mistress." My brother closed his eyes and his red cheeks
were wet with tears.

"Don't you cum, Slave-Brother." I warned him, because I could feel his
cock throbbing in my hands. He was close to ejaculation and I wanted
to avoid it.

"Mistress." My brother swallowed thickly.

"Did I hurt him?" Cheryl asked me as I finally stood up. I couldn't
tell what response she wanted to hear, yes or no.

"No." I said truthfully. "He's just going to be sore for a while."

"Too bad." She stared at my brother's cock.

"You need to relax." I told Cheryl softly. "Come here...Sit down..."

She looked at me, but didn't protest as I stepped her back to the
loveseat. I pushed her down, getting on my knees between Cheryl and
her new Slave-Husband. I pushed her legs apart slightly, they were
smooth and beautiful, but knotted with tension and I stroked the
insides of thighs, sliding my hands under skirt to calm the woman.

"I know what you need..." I promised her. "...Let me do it for you, let
your slave watch how good I can make you feel."

"He doesn't deserve me." Cheryl whispered.

"No...He doesn't...Not yet." I nodded, finding her panties blindly and
sliding them down as she lifted her ass slightly.

"He cheated on me." Cheryl was staring at him, almost oblivious to me.

"He'll never do it again." I reassured her. "Not now...He'll always be
yours from now on."

"Yeah." She nodded, taking a deep breath and then she looked down at
me, as if realizing for the first time what I was doing as I pulled
her lace white panties down her legs.

"You can fuck whoever you want." I smiled at her.

"Yes, I can." She smiled then. "I've been with a woman before...My first
year in college..."

"Good." I sighed, lifting her panty from her feet and then spreading
her legs once more around me.

"He can't fuck anyone though." She jerked her head at Jim, but didn't
look at him. "Did you hear me, slave?"

"Yes Mistress Cheryl." Jim answered quickly.

I was kissing her knees and then Cheryl's thighs, running my tongue
behind my hand as I pushed her skirt up to expose the woman's pretty
pussy. It was red and puffy and excited. She'd been getting off on
whipping her husband's cock and I could see her hard little clit, just
the tip peeking from her delicate hood. She had a little strip of
reddish hair just above that, but the rest of her cunt was sweet and
clean and smelling of her arousal.

"He'll fuck whenever and whoever you say, Cheryl." I smiled up at her,
rubbing my chin against her plump vulva.

"Yes." She laughed lightly and it was a beautiful sound and I knew why
my brother loved her so much.

I licked around her sex at first, wanting to tease Cheryl and build
her excitement before I gave her pussy some real attention. Her skin
was hot and soft and salty and I savored every part of her with my
senses. The way she felt under my hands as I stroked her legs, the way
her musky scent filled my nose. The sight of her cunt, which was
beautiful as so many of them are to me, and the taste...I sucked at the
soft hollows of her thighs, biting her gently, drawing the blood close
to the surface so that she'd have two small love bites, hickeys on
either side to remember me by later.

It was slow, the way I gave Cheryl pleasure, perhaps nothing like
she'd enjoyed before. Too often the giver doesn't have enough
patience, she can't control her own lust, and she'll be too quick, too
eager in her attentions. My mother was such a pussy licker, although
she was getting better. Katrina was the best cunt lapper I'd ever had
and she could go for an hour easily, bringing me off a half dozen
times. That's what I wanted to do for Cheryl.

It was a seduction in the purest sense. I wanted her filled with
desire, consumed with the need to orgasm and more, to forge a link
between us, a bond that went beyond her marriage to my brother. I
wanted to be her lover, her sister in everything but blood. I needed
Cheryl, more than I could express or explain right then, and to get
her I was willing to do anything for her.

"Ohhhh...That's nice..." She was speaking softly, breathing through her
nose and watching me.

I had been working on her for ten minutes and I hadn't come close to
her clitoris yet, nor even her labia really. I just worked my tongue
around her vulva, occasionally over her moist folds, but only lightly
then, like a promise of things to cum. And Cheryl was excited by it,
the slow build not so much a tease as it was simply unexpected. It
felt good for her, different and a thin trickle of her sexy secretions
ran from her cunt down to her ass.

"A little...yeah...more..." She had her hand in my hair, not pulling or
pushing, but resting there, stroking and guiding me while I moved the
tip of my tongue between her plump labia, the soft rubber outer lips.
I dragged it up slowly so that I could flick her clitoris for the
first time and she jerked slightly and giggled. She was telling me
what she liked most and I paid attention. Cunnilingus is all about the
details.

My brother was watching us, still in his position, his cock painfully
stiff and that was fairly impressive, though I could pay it little
mind. I only knew of it because Cheryl would comment occasionally on
how nice it looked, discolored now from his whipping. She squirmed
lightly beneath me as I worked her clit a little more, not a constant
touch, but occasional and random touches of my tongue, even a soft
kiss on occasion, and she as eager for me to suck it.

"Your sister is good..." Cheryl giggled and I glanced up to see her
smiling at Jim behind me. "...Better than you...Ummm...Way better than you..."

I finally did as she was coaxing me to do, sucking Cheryl's swollen
clit between my lips. It was small, especially compared to my
mother's, but no less sensitive for it and very hard. I was gentle and
careful, wanting to make it feel as good for her as I could and I just
held between my pursed lips, washing the nub of flesh with my tongue
until I felt her hips rising and her fingers getting tight in my hair.

"Uh-huh...Suck me...Harder oh...Please...Harder..." She was thrusting her cunt
against my mouth and I gave Cheryl what she desired, pinching her clit
tightly with my lips and actually sucking at her little nub of tender
flesh.

"Oh fuck yes...I love...Love that...mouth...me..." She was panting and her
stomach tightened, her pussy grinding against my mouth and chin. She
pressed her thighs to my face and I tasted the overpowering flavor of
Cheryl's cum.

It was strong and rich, almost metallic it seemed and I wondered if it
was her pregnancy, the biochemistry of her changed body. I thought it
the most wonderful flavor I'd ever tasted. Cheryl's cunt was tart and
ripe and I swallowed her orgasm greedily. It was unique and almost
made me dizzy as I could do nothing else. The woman held me tight for
a long minute, until I had to press against her legs with my hands and
lift my head, gulping cool air into my burning lungs.

"J-Jesus..." She leaned back and her body softened and I caught my
breath quickly, not wanting to let her down too far.

I went back to Cheryl's cunt, this time digging my tongue inside her,
thrusting myself between her lips and finding her cunt filled with her
flavor. I squeezed her thighs with my hands, stiffening my tongue, and
fucking her with it, pausing every few strokes so that I could suck
her rubbery labia into my mouth, to gently chew and lavish attention
upon them with my tongue.

I was bringing her off again quickly. Now that she'd found the peak,
Cheryl wouldn't fall far from it. My desire was to keep her there as
long as I could, just short of her next orgasm, prolonging it until
she was begging for the release and then giving it to her with love.
I'd given her clit a good buzz the first time and a few minutes later
her second orgasm was coming from her cunt, from deeper inside, and it
was good. She was wet, soaked now with her juices and my saliva and I
sucked noisily, the time for patience over, and Cheryl just wanted to
fuck my face.

When we'd played at that enough I used my fingers, penetrating the
woman and feeling how hot and tight her pussy was inside. If my
brother had been fucking her with his big cock, they must not have
been doing it very often. I'd have expected her to be a little more
stretched than she was, but maybe she just had a very resilient cunt.
In any event Cheryl's velvety sex was clasping my fingers tightly,
sucking at them like a hot wet mouth, and I moved my way up her body
finally, fingering her sexy cunt hard while I sought my sister-in-
law's mouth with mine.

Cheryl opened for me easily, letting my tongue slip past her lips, and
we were both moaning softly. She was lifting her ass to meet my
fingers, two of them now, sliding quickly in and out. I'd twist and
curl them for her, wanting to touch all the good places, my thumb
brushing her clitoris every chance it got. I was going to finger
Cheryl to another orgasm and she sucked my tongue hard when she came,
our eyes open and looking into the other's.

"Oh my god..." Cheryl breathed and her face was pointed at the ceiling
as I kissed her neck sweetly.

"I'll make you cum again..." I promised her, sucking lightly at her
right ear and moving my fingers barely over her hot sex.

"I know...But..." She swallowed. "...Oh...That was soooo good...Jesus...Susan..."

We'd been at it for the better part of an hour, maybe forty minutes or
so, and I wasn't tired of the woman at all. But Cheryl had cum at
least four times, and not the little ones, but good ones, big ones
with a lot of tension in between. It would be fun to do it a different
way, I thought, to see how many orgasms the girl could have over a
much shorter time. Katrina could bring her off that way, giving her
multiple orgasms that would leave Cheryl crying. I knew that because
my sweet slave had done it to me many times.

But I'd never shared my slave before, my precious Katrina, and I would
hesitate to let Cheryl play with her. I was selfish in my heart, I
knew, but I might have to share if Katrina and I were to get what we
most dearly wanted. It would be a fair exchange, but not an easy one
for me.

"What do we do now?" Cheryl was coming back to her senses and looking
at her husband.

Jim looked ready to collapse by this time. He'd been kneeling for a
long time and his muscles were stiff and sore. He'd suffered through
having his cock whipped repeatedly and now he'd watched his wife being
fucked by his sister. And he'd gotten no release whatsoever. His cock
was still hard and I very much wanted to keep him that way.

And Cheryl...She was looking for answers.

"You and your slave?" I asked her with a little smile.

"All of us, I mean...I've never done this before." She laughed
nervously. The tension had been broken, Cheryl's anger spent and after
a good long fuck she was feeling a lot better.

"He needs to be trained." I nodded, thinking out loud really, but
speaking to Cheryl as well. "You need to teach your Slave-Husband what
you expect from him, what you want and what you like."

"Anything?" Cheryl grinned at me.

"That's up to you guys." I giggled. "I'll help, my slave...My
girlfriend, Katrina, she's coming..." I looked at my watch automatically
and it was almost two in the afternoon.

"Your girlfriend?" Cheryl actually sounded slightly disappointed, but
she was trying to hide it.

"Yeah, Katrina." I nodded, thinking that Cheryl might have thought she
was my girlfriend suddenly. "She's arriving at seven tonight."

"Oh." Cheryl nodded.

"She's a lot like..." I shrugged because it was always difficult to
express our relationship to people who didn't understand it already.
Like describing red to a blind person. "...Like my spouse, my wife
maybe...If you want to think of it like that."

I didn't know why I was trying to explain all that right then, but it
just felt necessary.

"Like my slave." Cheryl sighed and looked at her husband.

"Yeah." I smiled. "Like that."

"Does she fuck around?" Cheryl asked and her voice was cold. She
hadn't forgiven Jim completely, not yet.

"No." I laughed. "I infibulate her, but not because I distrust her,
only because it's fun. It's a tease."

"What's that?" Cheryl asked me, then looked at Jim. "Give me your
shirt, take it off. Can't you see how messy I am, slave?"

I had to smile at that. Cheryl was pretty wet and her cunt was open
and raw pink inside, still leaking her girl juices onto the imitation
leather beneath her ass, and the sofa had soaked up none of it.

"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." He was eager to please her now and moved to
quickly.

"Infibulation is closing the vagina." I nodded. "I had her inner labia
pierced and we have three rings that go through both lips. It's
cosmetic infibulation."

"So nothing goes in?" Cheryl clicked her fingers impatiently while my
brother took off his shirt and finally handed it to her.

Jim took the opportunity to stretch then, and I was happy Cheryl
didn't put him back into the kneeling position. The man needed to
relax a little and he sat down on the carpet like a little boy. With a
very healthy hard-on of course, and I licked my lips as I watched him
move.

"Nothing bigger than my little finger." I laughed, tearing my gaze
away from my brother's cock. "I told Katrina she could take them out
today, she's happy."

"She wants to have sex, huh?" Cheryl was wiping at her pussy and then
standing up, holding her skirt around her hips as she wiped herself
dry with Jim's dress shirt.

"Yeah." I nodded, reaching down to pick up Jim's tie. He'd worn it
loose for sometime and now he'd finally removed it with his shirt.

"I wish I could do that with him." Cheryl glanced at her husband.

I just laughed, wondering if I should tell the woman how she might
have her husband pierced to just such a purpose, but decided it could
wait. They had so many other things to think about and discuss.

"I'm feeling kind of hungry." I smiled at Cheryl. "Didn't we have a
lunch date?"

"Yeah, we did." She smiled back at me.

"No lunch for you, slave." I looked at my brother. "Back to work and
don't play with your cock."

"Can we trust him?" Cheryl asked me. "He'll probably jerk off."

"He wouldn't do that, not anymore, would you?" I asked Jim sweetly.

"N-No Mistress...Uh, Mistresses..." He looked up at us, his eyes going
back and forth as we were both standing now.

"Stand up, slave." Cheryl ordered him and Jim stood slowly, his body
shaking a little as blood flowed more freely.

"Is this what you want, Jim?" Cheryl asked him, her voice expressing
some real concern.

She wanted to be tough, to be immune to her feelings for him, but she
was still in love and she'd hurt him. It was punishment for the pain
he'd caused Cheryl, true, but it wasn't something she'd been dreaming
of. It was a new experience and beneath her outward calm Cheryl was
struggling to understand it.

"Yes, Mistress-Wife." Jim was looking into her eyes and speaking
deliberately. "I want to be your slave."

Cheryl searched his face for a moment and then nodded.

"Put your cock away and don't touch it." I told Jim. "You have lunch
here, a large one, you need food and a lot of water. After work you go
straight to mom and dad's. You'll go to the bathroom, shower and shave
your pubic hair. All of it. Understand?"

"Uh...Yes, Mistress-Sister." He licked his lips.

"After that you'll go into my bedroom, and lay face down on the bed
naked. Leave the door open, don't you close it." I stared at him as he
struggled to put his penis away.

"But what about..."

"Do as I tell you." I commanded. "You'll stay there like that until
your Mistress-Wife joins you. Now do you understand all of that?"

"Y-Yes Mistress." My brother didn't really understand, but he'd do it.

"Make sure you wash your ass good." Cheryl gilled, kissing him on the
cheek. "I just might want to have sex with you later, Slave-Husband."

"Oh..." Jim blinked at her and I giggled, giving the girl a sideways
look, and both of us were wondering what she meant by that.

"Bye-bye, Slave-Brother. Be good."

I gave him a kiss, a real one then, just because I wanted to and
Cheryl didn't object in the least. I felt his arms around me and I
worked my tongue inside his mouth only to have it chased back into
mine half a minute later. I nursed on my brother's tongue greedily for
a long minute and when we were finished we were both breathless and
smiling.

"You've been waiting for that for six years, haven't you?" I grinned
at him, sucking my lips.

"More than that." Jim breathed and then glanced at his wife.

"What?" Cheryl shrugged. "She's your sister Jim, and your Mistress-
Sister, right?"

"Uhhh..." Jim nodded and he was more than a little confused, overwhelmed
was probably closer to the right word, but he was happy too. His wife
was making it clear that she'd share him with me, but I think Cheryl
thought of it more like she was sharing me with him. Either way, I
thought it would work out well for all of us. She knew I wasn't going
to steal him, or try and have his baby, or anything like that. Of all
the women in the world, my mother and I were the only one's Cheryl
could trust in that sense.

I just had to sell Cheryl on Katrina.


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