The Little Sister Ch 04

The Little Sister (4)

Tags: femdom, female domination, male submissive, cfnm, humiliation, teasing, bdsm, young, romance, first time.

Author's comments:

As implied by the number in the title, this is a continuation of my previous submissions: The Little Sister, The Little Sister (2), and The Little Sister (3).

I would like to thank those who took the time to comment on those submissions. I apologize for the long time gaps between chapters. At best, I'm a slow writer and when personal issues arise, my writing is often delayed. The comments do help motivate me to write and share my fantasies.

Now on with the story:

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"I love you too."

Those were the words that came to mind when Laird woke early. "Was I dreaming?" he thought as he slowly woke up. He found himself spooning Nikki's small sleeping form. He loved having himself surround her as she slept. He wanted desperately to caress the perfect body encompassed by his own but he feared he would wake her and end this magical moment. Though it was quite early, he was conditioned to wake early. If he was on base, he would probably be in the middle of morning PT.

She stirred slightly and snuggled into him. His fingers tentatively slid across her abdomen and onto her magnificent breast, She moaned softly at his touch and again snuggled into him trapping his rigid cock between them. "I need you," he said softly but urgently as he thrust his his shaft against her,

She turned over and rolled him on his back. She kissed him hungrily and proceeded to straddle him while maintaining the kiss. Laird eagerly accepted the kiss but his cock felt left out and he arched with little effect but to raise his hips and lift her slightly. Breaking the kiss, she giggled at his vain attempt to regain contact with his now throbbing penis. She pushed herself up with her breasts just brushing against his chest and gazed down at him. He grinned as he raised his head and pointedly looked at those teasing breasts.

Slap.

"My eyes are up here," she said laughing after delivering the weak off balance slap as she tried to maintain balance with her other hand.

"I know," he responded laughing.

"You are a cheeky bastard," she said still laughing. She pulled herself forward and lowered herself so his face was trapped between her breasts. "Take a closer look, cheeky bastard."

Of course he couldn't see anything and could hardly breath. He couldn't even caress those orbs with his tongue but he did nuzzle right in as he emitted a soft moan.

She rose up and pulled his unresisting arms above his head. With her legs and hands pinning his arms, She positioned herself on his mouth. He did not hesitate bringing his tongue into action. He licked, tasting her arousal then eagerly probed as deep as his tongue would allow. He found her clit and teased it. Moments later he was rewarded by a deluge of her juices. He swallowed as best he could as he felt her shudder and then pant as she came down from her climax. He fought for breath and found air without having to move his arms. He relished the feeling of having his arms pinned and her pussy on his mouth as she recovered.

She pulled herself down his body so her head rested on his chest and lay there still breathing hard. His hands now free, he tenderly caressed her back. His erect cock was again pinned between them. They laid there like that for several minutes with Laird only squirming slightly in a vain attempt to get some friction on his immobilized shaft.

She rolled off of him and looked down at him and grinned when she saw his arousal. "Still needy?" she asked unnecessarily.

Laird tried to not indicate he was begging when answered with a nod. She just silently knelt on the side of the bed, savoring his need. He looked up at her, sensing that she was not going to accept his nod for an answer, he finally spoke. "Yes." To both of them, it sounded like begging. A few moments later, he added "please" and there was no doubt that he was begging.

She grinned down at him, her eyes sparkled as they did when she intended to exert her dominance, particularly after she got him to beg. "Not now, slave," she said with an amused look but firm voice that indicated there was no appeal. She playfully slapped his eager shaft then started dressing in the clothes they brought back in the bag. "I'm going home to shower and get dressed for school."As a matter of fact, you're coming to school with me and I want you showered, caged, and waiting for me as you did yesterday."

"I won't cum without you," he said in a plaintive voice. "We don't need the cage."

As she put on her bra, she teasingly smoothed out imaginary wrinkles on and around her breasts Her eyes danced as she watched Laird gape at her. She was no longer shy around him and loved the way her body excited him. "I do trust you won't cum without my permission, caged or not. It's just my whim that you wear it," She paused, her eyes still sparkling. "I love having you cater to my whims almost as much as I love hearing you beg." On that note, she gathered her things and left.

When she left, Laird laid back on the bed and, in his mind, recounted the events of last night and this morning. As much as he loved being dominated by Nikki, he chafed at the tasks she imposed. She didn't indicate when she would return or whether he should eat breakfast or not. Never the less, he was enamored enough to strive to accommodate her wishes, however vague. He rose, shit, showered, and shaved. With a sigh of defeat, he put the cage on and locked it. He put on fresh briefs and the clothes he wore to Rhonda's. Finally, he attached the leash to his cage and laid it out as before. It was his offering, as he hoped 'Santa' would soon be back to accept it.

When she got to her house, Nikki dropped her stuff on the floor as she went to the shower.

Her mom heard her come in and yelled in to her. "How was your evening?

"It was great, Mom. I can't wait to tell you about it right after I shower."

After she showered, she dressed in a light blue skirt and a white blouse. The combination showed off her figure without being blatant. She went into the kitchen and, as soon as she saw her mom, she started to rattling off about the evening. "Sorry I was out all night but last night with Laird was fabulous." she said excitedly. Then she saw her dad and he didn't look happy.

"You were out all night, young lady?" he growled upon hearing her outburst.. "What exactly did you and Laird do?" he asked with a scowl.

Nikki flushed under her father's glare. "I... uh... I mean we... uh..." She was at a loss for words. "I thought Mom..."

"I don't care what you thought." He said angrily. "I'm going to..."

"Harold!" her mother interrupted, looking sternly at her husband.

Nikki looked at the two of them. Usually, her mom called him "Harry" or an endearing name like "Honey." She only used "Harold" when she was annoyed with him. She was surprised that just one word erased her dad's scowl and stopped his tirade instantly. He looked startled, then apprehensive.

"You are not to talk to her that way. Nikki has had her 18th birthday some time ago," said her mother with a measured level voice.

Nikki saw her father turn white and his lips started to quiver. In confusion she looked at her mother's stern face and then back to her dad. She had never seen her father look so insecure. She was bewildered as to why just the mention of her last birthday would bring such a reaction.

"Strip. Kneel."

Nikki couldn't believe her ears. She saw her father look over at her then looked back to her mother. Her mother just stared at him with a thin closed-lip smile. She realized her mother was enjoying this. It looked to Nikki that her dad was silently pleading with her mom. In fact, that is exactly what he was doing instead of stripping.

"One," her mother said with a level voice.

Nikki watched as her dad reacted to that count as if his clothes were on fire. He immediately kicked off his shoes and tore the buttons off his shirt as he ripped it off.

"Two..." her mother counted slowly.

He struggled with his belt and when it was unfastened, he pulled his pants and underwear down together and grabbed his socks as he pulled his garments free from his feet. With clothes strewn around him, he quickly fell to his knees before his wife.

"Three..."

He looked up at her, momentarily perplexed that she continued the count after he knelt. Almost instantaneously he understood and spread his knees wide apart while clasping his hands behind him.

"That's better," her mother said as she smugly inspected her kneeling husband at her feet.

As Nikki looked on in astonishment, she saw that her dad, under the critical gaze of his wife and the curious gaze of his daughter, was growing an erection from his shaved groin.

"Mom?" Nikki asked when she finally pulled her gaze from her naked father. "What's going on?"

"Honey, your father and I have a relationship that is similar to that of you and Laird." She paused for a moment to let the implications sink in. "We agreed to be discrete and not disclose that fact until you and Grant were at least 18 and were ready to understand."

"For years?" Nikki asked, in surprise.

"Yes. We had our play times when you were at school or on your visits to Grandma. Ever think about what we did when we sent you to Grandma's on some weekends?"

"Ah, no..."

"Often we would go to one of Rhonda's parties. You may have observed your dad being kind of stiff on some Mondays."

"You know Rhonda?" Nikki asked incredulously, already knowing the answer. "That's how you knew she would like the brand of champagne you let us give to her."

"Yes. We have become good friends over the years. I know her well."

"And that's how you knew her name when I said we were going to her place. I wondered about that. I hadn't remembered telling you." She paused for a few moments as she digested the fact that her "straight" mother was as kinky as she was. No wonder she was so understanding when she recounted her actions with Laird. "So do you still ever go to Rhonda's monthly get-togethers?"

"Yes we do." Her mother looked down at the subdued kneeling figure at her feet.

"You're kidding! I mean you're not kidding but I can't believe it. Well I can believe it, but..." Her voice trailed off as the revelations of the dynamics of her parents, people she knew all her life, were so different from the image she had believed and accepted.

Her mother laughed at her reaction. "As a matter of fact we went to the last one. Remember when we sent you for weekend visit to Grandma a few weeks ago?"

"You were there? Did Daddy have to run that race?"

Her mother laughed. "As a matter of fact, he did. I played a trick on him. I gave him new shoes that were molded off-center. These shoes were designed to throw off the wearer's balance, particularly with the prancing gait the guys were required to do. He didn't think to remove the shoes when he tried to finish the race. The poor thing was exhausted when he tried to return. He didn't have the sense to abandon the shoes and finish the race barefoot. He literally collapsed trying to finish."

"That was Dad?" Nikki asked incredulously as she looked over at him. She almost laughed aloud as her father reacted to the news of how he had been tricked.

"Sure was," her mother replied. She had a malicious smile. "He has paid dearly for not finishing that race." she said as she again looked down on the male at her feet.

"But Rhonda said his dominant was one of the most cruel," Nikki said as she looked at her petite mother -- the poster child for the perfect housewife.

Nikki's mother smiled a cruel smile. "Rhonda's right," she said, still gazing down at her trembling and obviously horny husband. "She's so very right."

"But Daddy...um Dad. He wouldn't stand for that, would he? "

"No, he doesn't stand for that. He kneels for it," her mother replied with a laugh."He will do anything for a chance that I might allow him an orgasm. He will endure whatever I desire to inflict on him just for a chance." She paused and then smiled cheerfully. "His next chance will be this Saturday at Rhonda's. Poor thing. He was edged constantly before Rhonda's last get-together and when he failed at the race his anticipated orgasm was delayed until this next party." She grinned. "I've been teasing and edging him all this month in preparation. He's been primed for weeks."

Nikki's mother paused for a moment, then asked. "Did you notice how eager to please he was when I started counting?"

"I couldn't help but notice, Mom."

"You asked if I knew what a cock cage was, remember? Well the answer is still yes as we have one among our toys. Harold knows if he is locked in it, I will rarely, very rarely, allow it to be removed before the specified release time. When I'm displeased, like I was when he hesitated to strip, I will count slowly. Each number is the number of days he will have to wear it. He is very desperate not to be wearing it this Saturday." She looked down at her kneeling husband and smiled devilish. "If he is caged, I'm going to bind him where he can be teased by the ladies there. As a matter of fact, there's a submissive female, Tina, who often comes. She's extraordinarily submissive to women but extremely sadistic to men. She would love to get her hands on Harold. She would have him begging for release for most of the day if her dominant and I allow it."

Nikki noticed a tremor go through her dad at the mention of Tina's name. Apparently, she had been let loose on her dad before.

"Anyway," her mother continued. "Harold is desperate not to be wearing the cage this Saturday. He's going to be especially tractable for the next few days so as not to earn a couple more 'cage days.'"

Nikki suddenly thought of Laird. "Oh," she said, interrupting her mother. "I told Laird to kneel and wait for me at the door until I got back. This is taking longer than I thought. I should call him so he's not just staring at the door forever."

"It won't be forever. He should be proud to display his submission to you and pleased that he has the opportunity to do so. Just let him be."

"Okay," Nikki replied hesitantly. She thought of Laird kneeling there, caged, with the leash leading to the door. The thought that he was enduring an indefinite wait for her both pleased and excited her. She liked the mental image of him waiting for her. "Yes," she said, now with confidence. "You're absolutely right, Mom."

Her mom chuckled softly. "That's my girl."

"Does Grant know about this?" Nikki asked as she pointed down at her dad.

"Grant is Harold's son. It is up to him to inform Grant if and when the time is right. In the meantime, I expect you to be discrete about the dynamics of our household."

"What do you mean 'Grant is Daddy's son?'" Nikki asked. "He's your son too."

"It's another part of our life that we didn't want you or Grant to contend with until you reached adulthood. Harold is your stepfather and Grant is your stepbrother. Harold and I married when you and Grant were very young. We wanted both of you to have a normal childhood. Grant's mother died in child birth and your birth father took off when he found out I was pregnant. That's why you and Grant are so different. He takes after his dad and birth mom with his height and blond hair. You take after your birth father and me. You're very petite, probably because both your birth father and I are short."

Nikki sat down trying to mentally stabilize. First the dominant/submissive dynamics of her parents and now finding out her dad and brother were step relatives. "That can't be right. We all have the same name."

"When my first husband left me, I was pregnant with you. I changed back to my maiden name, Marsha Long. I didn't want you to have his name. When I decided Harry and I were going to marry, I didn't want to change my name again or have you singled out because you had a different last name. I wanted our family to all have the same last name. So, when we got married, we changed both Harry's and Grant's last name to my maiden name."

She felt her dad should be in this conversation, but in the last two days she started accepting that talking about, and not to, a kneeling naked male was normal. "Dad must have loved you a lot," she said finally.

Marsha looked down at her husband as a soft smile formed on her lips. "He did and he does, as I did and I do love him. Also, we both found the dynamics of my domination and his submission keep a sexual tension present even when erotic play or sex are not present." She looked down at her kneeling husband. "Look at him. Without a touch and with no promise of any sexual activity, he kneels there with a rigid pulsing cock."

Nikki looked down at her stepfather. His face was burning beet red as Marsha drew his stepdaughter's attention to his obvious sexual arousal. In the past few short minutes, he was stripped of all dignity. The authoritative father figure was gone, replaced by a subdued cringing male kneeling at their feet. Nikki thought about Laird who, at this moment, was also on his knees waiting for her. Suddenly, she felt a surge of arousal.

Her mother noticed Nikki's reaction and smiled. "I feel the same way when he's like this. Actually, it makes me want to see him squirm more. Maybe that's why Rhonda feels I'm one of the cruelest dominants in the group." She looked directly at her daughter. "Now that you are of age and this is a matriarchal household, you are privileged. Harold is essentially my property but I give you permission to discipline him if you feel the need. Would you like to see him squirm? Would you like to be the one to make him squirm?"

Before Nikki could respond, Marsha looked at her humiliated husband. "Harold, give Nikki your belt."

Harry looked at his wife with pleading eyes but didn't hesitate in retrieving his belt from his hastily discarded trousers. He didn't want to risk extending the number of his cage days. When he pulled the belt from the pant loops, Nikki noticed the underwear entangled with the pants was pink. As she tried to digest this new aspect of her parents relationship she also got her first look at her stepfather from his back. She audibly gasped. On his buttocks was a very noticeable brand: "ML."

Her mother noticed her reaction to seeing the brand. "As Rhonda told you, I can be cruel. I'll tell you the story behind that brand another time."

Nikki was still overwhelmed by the new dynamics of their family as her stepfather handed her his belt. She felt it was just wrong for her to want to hurt her stepfather, but she couldn't deny the situation was turning her on. She remembered her orgasmic reaction when she had Laird over her lap and applied the slapper so effectively on his bare bottom. The feeling was the same. Unconsciously, she slapped her hand with the belt, getting the feel of it.

While Nikki was trying to get her emotional bearings, Marsha led Harry to a large ottoman in front of a lounge chair. "Drape yourself over it, Harry. Face the chair." She then left briskly and returned holding Velcro straps that Nikki surmised came from one of Rhonda's restraint systems. Harry was soon helpless with his wrists and thighs firmly attached to the ottoman. Marsha wadded his discarded (and mostly buttonless) shirt under his penis to catch any precum that might drip on the ottoman. She sat on the edge of the chair and looked up at her daughter. "Go ahead, Nikki. Smack his ass."

Nikki folded the belt over and tentatively struck his exposed cheeks. Her father didn't flinch and remained passively quiet. "Harder, honey." her mom said quietly. "He barely felt that one."

Nikki delivered another hesitant blow barely harder than the previous one. She still thought of him as her father and that, combined with the sudden reversal of their power dynamics, caused her to pause. "Here. Give me the belt," her mother said as she impatiently rose from the chair. She then allowed the belt to extend to its full length. "We bought this belt because it had the right weight and texture for situations exactly like this." Wrapping the buckle end around her wrist, she quickly delivered a deft swing, The free end of the belt hit Harry's right buttock. Harry jolted from the blow and tried to stifle a grunt. She looked at her daughter. "That's how it's done," she said crisply as she offered the belt back to her daughter.