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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/F, FemDom, BDSM, Spanking


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.8 : Slave-Sister


"I just can't believe he cheated on me." Cheryl sighed. "I mean, we
just got married, you know?"

I nodded sympathetically. We'd spent much of the afternoon talking
about BDSM, or I'd talked, I should say. Cheryl had asked a lot of
questions and I'd done my best to answer them. But her mind kept
wandering back to James and his infidelity. It was going to take some
time before she could forgive him

We were sitting in a hotel bar after our lunch, the same hotel my
mother and I had visited ironically, at a small round table. Cheryl
and I both drank tonics with lime, non-alcoholic, and we were both
conscious of being admired by the locals. The businessmen and lawyers
who'd either taken an extra long lunch, or a just had to get out of
the office early. It was only about three thirty and I was getting
impatient.

Katrina wasn't even on the plane yet and I was looking at my watch
every ten minutes it seemed, until I finally took it off and put it in
my purse. My legendary patience didn't extend to waiting on airplanes
a thousand miles away. Not when Katrina was going to be on it.

"He was testing you." I told her, returning to the subject of my
brother like Cheryl wanted. "He wanted to get caught."

"That's...Why would he want to do that?" Cheryl leaned forward slightly.
"It hurts."

"He needs to be punished, he wants that from you." I shrugged.
"There's a million books out there, trying to figure it out. I don't
have the answer and I doubt if Jim even knows."

"It felt good though." Cheryl said seriously, sipping her drink and
watching my face for a reaction.

"It was spouse abuse." I told her matter of factly.

"Why do you say that?" Cheryl frowned, like I was ruining it for her.

"Because you didn't care about him. His safety wasn't important to
you, his pleasure..."

"His pleasure?" Cheryl rolled her eyes.

"When we punish our slaves, it has to be out of love, not anger." I
told her.

"But you let me do it." Cheryl pointed out. "You wanted me to do it."

"Only because I was right there with you." I said, but I was
regretting it even so and I wished there had been a better way. It
wasn't good giving Cheryl her first taste the way I had. It had set a
bad example.

"You have to let the past go, whatever happened before today doesn't
matter." I continued. "The what, and the why, you're different people
now. This is your fresh start and...What?"

Cheryl was looking at me, her eyes intent on mine and she had that
smile, the secret one playing on her lips.

"You're so different." She said and I became aware of her fingers
touching mine. "Doesn't anything bother you?"

"All sorts of things." I smiled back. "But if I can't change the past,
I fix the future."

"Fix the future." She giggled lightly and she was flirting with me. "I
like that."

She bit her bottom lip, giving me the full treatment. And really,
Cheryl had been playing this on and off all afternoon. I'd sensed her
infatuation earlier, or if it wasn't that it was something close to
it. I didn't mind it, since it was making our conversation easier, but
I hoped she didn't think she was falling in love with me. Stranger
things had happened in my life.

I thought it was more than likely that it was just a bit of whiplash
after her husband's revelations about his adultery. Cheryl would want
to test her love for Jim and the easiest way to do that would be to
allow herself to fall in love with someone else and compare, in a
manner of speaking. I doubt she was reasoning out her emotions beyond
the moment and that was something Cheryl needed to learn.

"Excuse me, the two gentlemen...there..." The waitress nodded towards a
couple young lawyers at the bar. "...would like to buy you drinks."

"What? Oh no, we couldn't..." Cheryl seemed surprise, but she wasn't
even old enough to have a real drink.

"Lovely, we'll have two more of these." I cut my sister-in-law off and
smiled at the men.

"What are you doing?" Cheryl whispered, like it was a secret. "We...I
can't do this."

"Do what?" I grinned at her. "It's just drinks, these guys belong to
us."

"Belong to us?" Cheryl laughed.

"Or maybe they don't." I was smiling because the waitress was coming
back and so those two guys wouldn't be far behind.

"I don't...I'm married." Cheryl rolled her eyes.

"You're a woman, enjoy it." I looked up at the waitress then.
"Thanks."

"Shoot, they're coming." Cheryl put a hand over her eyes, hiding
herself away.

"Stop acting like a virgin." I giggled at her. "And keep that left
hand out, make sure they know you're married."

"Oh God." Cheryl was turning red and it suddenly occurred to me that
she was a Switch, a natural too maybe, and that was interesting.

She'd Top for her husband, play the Domme with him, but would she sub
for me? Cheryl wouldn't be the first Switch I'd come across. They
weren't all that uncommon, but usually they were never comfortable
enough, or perhaps obsessed enough, with one role or the other to
accept a long term relationship. Switch's were like nomads, some of
them, wandering from scene to scene, playing the game more with a
fascination for the other people, than any specific form of punishment
or bondage.

Others simply had a fetish for one particular aspect, such as a
submissive woman who switched for CBT. I knew a woman like that,
living happily as a submissive with her Dom husband, but occasionally
she'd Top for other men, submissive men who desired cock and ball
torture. It was the only time she switched roles and the woman was
very good at it.

Cheryl would be like that, perhaps, being the Mistress her husband
needed, but the rest of the time being submissive. She'd want a Dom of
her own, in that case, someone who understood and wouldn't interfere
with her marriage, with her relationship with Jim. That would be a
difficult proposition, but not an impossible one. Lord knows there are
a lot of Tops out there and the good ones, the responsible ones were
capable of appreciating such an arrangement.

I knew I would be.

The problem I was facing however, the reason I was hoping that Cheryl
was a true Dominant, was simply the fact that I didn't live in that
city. I lived in Las Vegas and it wasn't as if I could find a Mistress
or Master to baby-sit my family, as it were. My parents had very
specific fantasies and needs. How convenient it would be if Cheryl
could be the Dominant personality my family needed. She was their
daughter-in-law, and she seemed to understand, or at least accept the
incestuous desires Jim and I had for each other. Both my mother and
father adored her, and I'd already uncovered the truth that my father
found the woman more than a little attractive.

Cheryl would be perfect if she was willing and able to accept the
role.

"Hi." One of the men said, and he was handsome enough in his two piece
suit, tall and dark, with a nice smile. He was the older, thirty years
old easily and full of confidence.

"Hi, thank you for the drinks." I smiled up at him, and the two men
took that as an invitation to sit down, opposite each other and
between Cheryl and me.

"Hi, my name is Darren." The other man said, looking at Cheryl and
offering her his hand. He was shorter than his friend, with sandy hair
and small wire-rim glasses. He looked smart and he was cute, somewhere
in his late twenties probably.

They'd apparently divided us up already.

"I'm Carl and I don't think I've seen you here before." He smiled as I
took his hand. "I'd remember."

"I'm Susan." I dipped my head slightly, like I was trying to follow
his eyes as they went for my tits. But only quickly and then he was
back. "I'm not from around here." I felt his thumb rub the back of my
hand, just for a second before he let it go. "Just visiting."

"Really? It sounds like you need a tour guide." He sipped his drink.
"I know some great clubs."

Across from me Cheryl was talking with Darren, but only reluctantly
and she was glancing at me, obviously feeling uncomfortable at being
picked-up in a downtown bar. I got the impression that she didn't have
a whole lot of experience with such situations, and why would she,
being just 20 years old and married.

"I'm not sure we'd like the same clubs, Carl." I gave him a teasing
laugh.

"Oh? I don't know, I'm pretty open-minded." He was sitting close,
being very friendly as his brown eyes looked into mine. "What are you
into?"

"Mmmm..." I played with him. "...I don't want to scare you."

"Scare me?" Carl laughed and used it as an excuse to put his hand on
the back of my chair, extending his arm and I could feel his thumb
brushing across my silk blazer. He was a fast one.

"I like bondage games; you know spankings and handcuffs..." I arched my
eyebrows. "...Things like that."

"Do you need a spanking?" He whispered seductively and I laughed at
him.

"Noooo..." I pursed my lips. "I like it on top."

"Ah." He nodded and he was so vanilla he probably had a cherry in his
pocket.

I glanced over at Cheryl, and Darren was holding her left hand, palm
up and tracing his finger across her skin like he was a fortune
teller. It made me wonder a little what was going on, but the woman
had relaxed a bit, maybe she'd finally figured out that we could do
whatever we wanted with these guys. They had no power over us; none
but what we gave them, and giving control to someone else was never my
thing.

"So the real question is...Do you need a spanking, Carl?" I turned back
to him, staring into the man's eyes.

"That could be fun." He gave me a tiny shrug.

"Get on your knees and beg me." I told him.

"Excuse me?" Carl smiled slowly, thinking perhaps he'd misunderstood
my words.

"If you want a spanking, get on the floor and kiss my feet." I said
patiently; and loud enough so that Cheryl and her new friend stopped
their little game and stared at me.

"I don't think..." Carl was looking around nervously, his face darkening
slightly.

"Too bad." I sighed. "Thanks for the drinks though."

"Ahhhh...Heh..." He stared at me and I gave him a look as if to ask him
why he was still there.

"Come on, Carl..." Darren at least got the hint and he was standing up.

"You're kind of a bitch, huh?" Carl was frowning at me.

"It's just a kiss, Carl." I chuckled and then I looked at Cheryl, who
was obviously a little embarrassed by the scene being played out for
her benefit.

"Cheryl, get on the floor and kiss my foot." I had a flash of
brilliance.

That was a risk calculated in an instant and it would either make
Cheryl very unhappy, which I was prepared for and in part hoping for,
as it would boost her ego a little; reinforce her self-image as a
dominant personality. I could just laugh it off if she refused,
explain it as part of the game I was playing with Carl, and apologize
later. Cheryl would be more confused than angry and it would be
forgivable. She'd still love me.

Or else Cheryl would...

"Yes Mistress." She whispered and I almost had an orgasm just sitting
there as I hadn't truly believed she'd do it.

Cheryl slipped gracefully from her chair, taking two short steps on
her bare knees. She was holding her skirt up with her fingers and I
turned for her, presenting the girl with my right foot. She was
flushed pink and shivering and so pretty down there, bending her lips
to kiss that cool black leather. I held my breath, perhaps all of us
did, and I wished that moment could have lasted much longer than it
did.

"Fucking dykes." Carl was up then, walking away unhappily with his
friend.

Cheryl moved back to her seat and the bar wasn't very crowded, but we
certainly had the undivided attention of the dozen or so customers
that were there. I didn't care, I'd just received a serious adrenaline
rush and I was above those people anyway. They meant nothing to me
except as props for our scene, useful tools that made Cheryl's
humiliation and submission all the more complete.

I wondered if anyone in that bar knew us, her or I, or if that
possibility had even occurred to Cheryl. It was unlikely since I'd
been gone for 6 years and Cheryl was from someplace else entirely. But
still, I needed to be mindful of my brother and parents, and I did
want to explore my new slave in detail. If this was Vegas I'd have
done it right there, played a little public scene for my own
amusement, but as it was we were not. We were in a hotel, so we did
what people do in hotels.

"Undress for me." I told Cheryl as soon as we were in our room.

I'd asked for the same one my mother and I had shared so recently, but
it was occupied, unfortunately. The woman at the counter remembered me
though, and her look hadn't been entirely flattering. I hoped she
hadn't mistaken me for a lesbian escort. That would have been only
slightly amusing.

"Yes, Mistress." Cheryl was into it, completely, as if I'd thrown a
switch suddenly in that little bar downstairs.

"Tell me why you want to be my slave." I commanded her, sitting down
on the bed and happy to watch her.

"Mistress, I..." She licked her lips, unbuttoning her blouse with
trembling fingers.

"Look at me." I reminded her and she rewarded me with her beautiful
hazel eyes.

"I'm...I don't know." She was breathing hard. "You're so strong, so...
Confident and beautiful, Mistress."

"And how does that make you feel, slave?" I asked, nodding my head
slightly as I watched her remove her blouse, showing me her soft pale
stomach and pretty breasts hidden beneath a white lace bra.

"Small...Safe." She replied softly. "Mistress...I want to please you. I
want to love you the way..." She cleared her throat and spoke up. "...The
way Jim does."

"Are you jealous of him?"

I smiled at her and my heart was thumping in my chest when I gazed
upon Cheryl's firm breasts for the first time. They were smallish,
just nice handfuls, I thought, and topped with sweet strawberry
nipples, potent and hard. Her whole body was delicious that way, ripe
and athletic and offered to me without reluctance. Jim was a fool for
cheating on this woman.

"Yes, Mistress." She nodded, unbuttoning her skirt at the side. "That
kiss..."

"Will you be jealous when he fucks me?" I spread my legs for her,
exposing the black crotch of my thong.

"Oh yes, Mistress."

"Will you punish him for it?" My breath was hot in my lungs and I
rubbed the insides of my thighs.

"I'll punish him, yes Mistress." She nodded and stepped out of her
skirt slowly.

"You'll be his Mistress?" I tilted my head. "And I'll be yours, is
that what you really want?"

"It's what I want, Mistress." Cheryl hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her panties and pulled them down without modesty.

"Get down here, on your knees and remove my shoes." I pointed between
my spread legs. "I'll call you Slave-Sister from now and you'll
address me as Mistress-Sister, just as your husband does."

"Mistress-Sister, thank you." She nodded quickly, moving to take her
place on the soft carpet before me.

I watched her remove my shoes carefully with her small gentle hands
and I reached down to loosen her hair from the ponytail she was
wearing. I brushed it with my fingers, enjoying the soft silky feel of
it and the color was beautiful, soft brown but with a reddish sheen
that caught the afternoon sun coming through the windows.

"Kiss my feet now, show me how much you love me, Slave-Sister." I
commanded her gently.

"Thank you, Mistress-Sister." Cheryl breathed and she cradled my foot
to her mouth, kissing the top of it first, and then licking me slowly,
keeping her head up so she could watch my expression as I stared at
her.

After a few moments a just let myself lie back on the bed, feeling
warm all over and quite content. I was used to such things, truth be
told, and I was as spoiled as my brother had ever been. I expected to
be treated this way, cherished and worshipped. It was the natural
order of my universe.

It was a sexual experience, having my sweaty feet licked clean, my
toes nibbled and sucked, one by one by a lovely slave. But I felt no
urge to masturbate or indulge myself with Cheryl further than that. It
was eroticism, tinged with romance doubtlessly. We were in a hotel
room in the middle of a weekday, when all the world was striving
around us to be productive. I was decadent and lazy and it was a very
good daydream.

"Are you wet, slave?" I asked perhaps half an hour later, after Cheryl
had given my left foot attention equal to the right.

"Yes Mistress." I could hear the faint sound of her breathing.

"Stand up." I told her, taking a deep breath and stretching as I
pushed myself up slowly.

I reached for my purse, finding my hair brush. It was long and wide,
made of hard pink plastic and the bristles were stiff and widely
spaced.

"I'm going to spank you, Slave-Sister." I reached for her wrist. "Get
over my knees."

"W-Why, Mistress?" Cheryl asked me and I clucked my tongue. "Did I do
something wrong?"

"No." I shook my head. "I would punish you for that."

"But...Yes, Mistress." Cheryl swallowed hard, looking at the hairbrush
on the mattress next to me.

I smiled at her confusion, putting the naked girl carefully over my
thighs, mindful of her pregnancy and arranging her to that Cheryl's
weight was balanced on her hips and pelvis, rather than her tummy. She
was so nice and light, the woman couldn't have weighed more than a
hundred pounds I thought. I had her put her hands down, so that Cheryl
was pressing her palms against the carpet and helping her keep her
balance.

"I'll give you a safe-word, slave. You'll use it if you have to stop
me. If I'm hurting you too much, alright?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Your word is tangerine and I won't get mad if you use it, I'll stop
whatever I'm doing, I promise. But you have to promise me that you
won't use it unless you really have to."

"I promise, Mistress."

"Good." I was rubbing her perfectly round ass, and her cheeks were
firm and the skin soft like an infant's. "What's the word? Say it for
me."

"Tangerine, Mistress."

"Excellent, Slave-Sister." I picked up my brush. "You'll count for me
now, twelve strokes. If you lose count, we'll have to start all over
again."

"Twelve, Mistress...Okay." She was trembling now, breathing hard already
for me.

"When's the last time you were spanked, slave?" I rubbed the stiff
bristles over Cheryl's skin lightly, teasing her with them so that she
fairly quivered with anticipation.

"Uhh...N-Never, Mistress."

"Never?" I laughed at that unexpected answer.

"My parents didn't, uh...They don't believe in it."

"Really?" I shook my head. "How did they punish you?"

"They uh, grounded me sometimes, Mistress."

"Do you want me to spank you, slave?"

"Oh yes, Mistress. Please spank me."

"What's that, I didn't hear you?"

"Spank me, Mistress-Sister...Please!" She said louder, even wriggling
her ass for me a little.

SMACK!!

"Ahhhh...ohhh..." Cheryl jerked on my lap as I brought the brush down on
her left ass cheek hard.

"You'd better count, slave." I chuckled.

"O-One, Mistress."

SMACK!!

"T-Two...Oh yes, thank you..." She sucked air between her teeth.

SMACK!!

"Ughh...Three, Mistress!"

Cheryl was damp with perspiration suddenly and I alternated between
her cheeks, spanking her hard with that brush so that they became red
and angry, the stiff bristles digging into her tender flesh deeply.

SMACK!!

"Ehhhh...Eight, Mistress..." My little slave had her thighs tightly
together and her voice was softer now. Her breathing was ragged and
her ass looked like it was on fire.

SMACK!!

"Gaaahd...." Cheryl groaned and I paused waiting for her. "N-Nine...
Mistress."

SMACK!!

"Mistress...P-Please...It hurts now...I'm going to..."

"Count it." I told her sternly. "Or say your safe-word."

I'd be a little disappointed if she safed out on me after ten strokes
with my hairbrush, it was painful, but not terrible. If anything it
looked a lot worse than it actually felt and she was perhaps lucky
that I hadn't decided to spank her breasts instead of her ass. Still,
I did have to remind myself that this was a young woman who had never
been spanked in her life. I wouldn't have been angry with her.

"Ten, Mistress."

Cheryl's voice was suddenly stronger and she was coming to her senses,
I thought. It had just been a little panic attack and submissives get
those once in awhile, a little too much stimulation combined with the
excitement and the newness of the experience. She was over it and
Cheryl knew it wasn't hurting so much as she was afraid it did.

SMACK!!

I hit her left cheek extra hard with that stroke and she shuddered
violently and I could smell her suddenly, and feel her as well.

"Are you cumming, slave?" I blinked at the girl in my lap.

"Ummm god...god...uh...Mistress..."

SMACK!!

I gave Cheryl the last one, hard on the right side of her ass, just to
finish the dozen strokes that I'd promised her. I dropped my brush on
the bed and then I was pushing my fingers into her sex, exploring the
woman's drenched folds for myself. She'd had her orgasm, that was
plain, and I fingered her still clasping cunt deeply, twisting my
fingers around, sliding them in and out of Cheryl's burning pussy. She
was incredibly hot inside, and her juices spilled over my fingers in a
small flood to stain my skirt and dampen my thighs.

It was impressive and a very pleasant surprise considering I'd been
worried about her limits just a few minutes before. That had been why
she'd been moaning, what Cheryl had been trying to warn me about. She
wasn't in too much pain, that part of it had been perfect for her;
Cheryl had been close to her climax and that was special. Ten strokes
with a brush and the girl was cumming without any real stimulation to
her clit. It was worth bragging about, if I had anyone to tell.

I missed Katrina more than ever. She would have loved seeing that.

"I'm going to fuck you now..." I breathed. "...Give you a reward."

"Yesss..." Cheryl hissed.

I used the handle of the brush which had been used countless times for
exactly that; it was shaped wonderfully for fucking. The handle was
round and soft, slightly uneven with a pleasant contour beneath a thin
rubber sheath, and the end was nicely rounded and smooth. It was all
of six inches long perhaps and thick enough in the middle to feel
good. A woman had designed that brush, I was certain, and she'd known
exactly what she was doing.

I wondered sometimes if I couldn't find a similar brush that used
batteries. But that thought was far from my mind as I worked the
handle into Cheryl's pussy slowly, sliding it in and out, giving an
inch and taking half back until it was inside her completely.

Cheryl was trying to thrust herself against it, groaning and grunting
softly, sounding like a little slut in heat and just those sounds were
enough to get me excited. Combined with the pungent aroma of her
arousal, the beauty of her red and well turned ass, the raw heat
radiating from her body against mine, it was all a sensual luxury for
the senses and I bathed in it.

"Cum for me again, slave...Cum for me...Give it to me now..." I chanted,
fucking my sister-in-law eagerly.

I was coaxing her breathlessly, both of us panting together as I moved
the makeshift dildo faster between her swollen pink lips. I tilted it
up and down, turning it in my fingers, pressing against the insides of
Cheryl's sex in every way I could. She'd had one good cum and soon she
was having another, moaning loudly and lifting her feet into the air
behind her. Cheryl was kicking as I didn't slow down at all, but kept
that quick pace, plunging the hard shaft into her quivering sex over
and over.

"Good girl..." I breathed finally, slowing my hand and eventually
pulling out of her with sweet wet sound as her cunt reluctantly gave
the phallus up.

I helped her stand up shakily and Cheryl was pink all over, smiling
and catching her breath. Cheryl's auburn hair was wild and damp,
clinging to her face which was especially red after having been turned
upside down for a long while. She reached behind her to feel that well-
spanked ass, wincing slightly as her fingers could feel the hot skin,
rough now with small abrasions and swollen from the spankings.

Cheryl sat next to me on the bed and I held her for a long while in my
arms, just letting her relax, although she was a little uncomfortable
sitting on her butt like that. It wasn't terrible though, it had only
been a dozen strokes and not even the hardest ones I could muster. It
had been a pleasure for her, as it had been intended, and the
lingering pain would be welcome as a reminder of my affection.

And as it turned out Cheryl was more than ready to prove it.

"Thank you, Mistress..." Cheryl whispered, deciding that she'd rested
enough and the girl was going to her knees, reaching for me, and I
felt her lips on my thighs.

"No...Don't do that." I told her, lifting her face with my hands.

"But you made me feel so good, Mistress." She was melting into my
eyes, she as so lovely. "Before...And now here...Please, let me do it for
you, Mistress."

"You have to go home." I told her, leaning over so I could kiss
Cheryl's mouth softly. "You have to go to my parents' house; your
slave will be waiting for you."

"But...What about you?"

"I have to go to the airport." I smiled at her and I reached for
Cheryl's wrist, turning her arm so I could read the small golden dial
of her watch.

"I could go with you, Mistress." Cheryl dropped her face quickly,
kissing my left thigh. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"It's after five already." I let her go. "Your husband needs you.
Listen to me...Look at me now."

Cheryl did as I told her and she looked desperate to remain close to
me.

"When you go there I want you to go to my bedroom. Just go upstairs
and talk to Jim."

"Talk to him?" She almost smiled, like I was joking.

"Yeah." I nodded. "You have to talk to him, I don't care what you say,
or what he says, you won't leave that room until I get there. Just
talk."

"What if...What if he doesn't want to talk?" She asked and I frowned at
her.

"You're his Mistress, Cheryl. You'll figure it out."

"Yes Mistress." She blushed and looked down.

"No sex either, do you understand me?" I looked at her hard. "No
fucking with him. No punishing him. I want him to stay hard, but don't
let him cum. If my Slave-Brother cums, I'll punish you for it."

"Yes, Mistress...I'll make sure." She answered obediently. "I...Can I go
home first?"

"Go home?" I shrugged. "Why?"

"I just want to, um...Change, Mistress."

"Sure, dress sexy. Something black. Undress me now, I'll shower with
you." I said, standing up and Cheryl smiled then. "But that's all, we
don't have time for anything else, Slave-Sister."

"I love you." Cheryl replied and I didn't doubt her.

"I know." I stroked her cheek for a second, knowing I shouldn't. "Now
take off my clothes."

"Yes Mistress-Sister."

I thought Cheryl and Jim would have a good hour together, perhaps two,
by themselves in my bedroom, naked and talking. I didn't care what
they talked about at first, eventually the topic would turn to Jim's
adultery. Then, hopefully, they'd resolve that issue and talk about
other things, like their new relationship with each other, and with
me.

If I could have I would have locked them in a room together for an
entire night, and most of the next day as well, but this was the best
I could do, really. They didn't need a referee, or a babysitter, or
anyone else. They only needed each other and they needed to talk. They
could cry or yell or do whatever they wanted, so long as they got it
out and into the open and resolved.

Let the past bury the past, I always say, and right then I was giving
them a shovel. I only hoped Cheryl didn't kill her husband with it.

"You'll be patient with him, yes?" I looked at Cheryl as we dressed.

"I will."

"He loves you, don't forget that. He wants to make it up to you and
he'll do anything."

"I know." Cheryl was avoiding my eyes.

"Do you have my phone number? Give me your phone."

I was suddenly feeling very unsure of my plan and that was as unusual
as it was unwelcome. Usually, once I'd made up my mind about something
I was pretty happy with it. I didn't spend a lot of energy worrying
over possibilities. But this was different; this was my brother and
his wife. I was playing with their lives, with their future and that
of their unborn child.

I wished I had a magic wand right then, I would have beat my brother
over the head with it for fucking Pauline. For the umpteenth time that
day I wondered what was wrong with my family. It had to be the DNA, I
thought, plugging my number into Cheryl's phone.

"Here, it's in there, if you have problems just call me, okay?" I
stared at her. "Look at me."

"Yes, Mistress." She took her phone and looked up into my face, trying
to smile for me.

"You're not going to a funeral." I laughed at her.

"I know, I just..." She shrugged, letting her hands flutter uselessly.
"I want you to be with me. What If I do something wrong?"

"You're his wife." I said in my best reassuring voice. "He loves you,
you can't do anything wrong."

"Yes Mistress." She looked like a child standing there.

"Go on now, go see him. Tell my parents I'll be home after I pick up
Katrina." I gave her a kiss on the lips, a small one, almost chaste,
and Cheryl paused, wanting more, but I ignored her.

"Yes Mistress-Sister...I'll, uh...I'll tell them." She nodded and left me
without looking back.


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