The Bored Housewives Club Pt 03

Part Three: Breaking Free

I. The New Neighbours

To show your true devotion, offer him other cunts to fuck, younger cunts, prettier cunts, cunts you yourself desire

Sir William Carrington, Advice to Wives, Maxim 8

i. The Creepy Younger Sister

Jemima pressed her ear to her bedroom wall and strained to listen to the sounds coming from the other side. It was wrong, she knew, and not a little creepy. Certainly, if she thought anyone ever eavesdropped on

her

, she would be mortified, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to know, no she

needed

to know, what Jamie was getting up to with Olivia Hendry. The girl from next door was impossibly pretty and ridiculously sexy, and how her nerd of a brother had ever persuaded her into his bedroom, she couldn't imagine. She wished there was a peephole in the wall. Her mom thought she was jealous of Olivia, and she had played along with that so that she wouldn't guess the truth; It was Jamie she was jealous of. She

really

wanted to see Olivia naked.

There was no such peephole, but the wall was thin enough that she could hear Olivia's whimpers and sighs, and now she could hear her brother's grunts, and the slapping of flesh on flesh. In her mind's eye she could see Olivia on her hands and knees while Jamie knelt behind her, thrusting his cock in and out of her dripping, wet pussy... She had to stifle a sigh herself, as she slipped one slim-fingered hand inside her jeans, inside her knickers... She wasn't the least bit surprised to find herself wet. She was so turned on, imagining what was going on, on the other side of her bedroom wall, and she couldn't have said whether it was the thought of her brother's cock or Olivia's pussy that had her the most turned-on. Either way, it was so wrong it was gloriously right. Their breathing was becoming more rapid, their sighs and cries louder, and she knew they were both approaching climax. She flicked at her clit and bit hard on her lip, knowing that within a few minutes she too would be well on her way to orgasm, albeit a self-induced one. Eighteen years old, she had never been so much as kissed, let alone fucked, but in her fervid imagination all

kinds

of dirty things had happened to her.

There was a long, male groan, and a series of female whimpers and exclamations. Jemima fought the urge to whimper herself as her fingers did their noble work in her knickers. With the aural show over, she threw herself on the bed and frigged herself with rapid urgency until she came with body-wracking shudders. And there it would have ended had she not, emerging from the rapture of orgasm, heard the two of them talking.

"Did I live up to expectations?" she heard Olivia laugh.

"You're a goddess!" her brother replied, provoking Jemima to make vomit gestures as she got off the bed and again pressed her ear to the wall.

"You're not so bad yourself!"

"I can't believe I have a goddess living next door to me! What did I do to deserve that?"

"Oh come on, Jamie. You're totally used to living around hot women! You have a hot mom and a hot sister, after all."

That gave Jemima a jolt. Olivia thought she was hot? Or was she just being nice?

"Well that may be true, but I'm not likely to do the same things with them that I've just done with you now, am I?"

"Aren't you?"

"Are you kidding me?"

She heard Olivia laugh. "Lots of boys fancy their sisters, or their moms. Or haven't you ever watched Porn Hub? You'll at least admit they

are

hot."

Jemima listened for the answer with bated breath, but none came. Perhaps he'd just shrugged or nodded or something. That would be just like him!

"Well now, how about you come to mommy..."

Jesus

! thought Jemima.

This bitch is utterly shameless.

For a while, there was silence, or maybe whispers she couldn't hear, but before too long the bedsprings were creaking, and Olivia's whimpers resumed.

ii. A Righted Wrong

"Need my strong, dominant man. Come round this p.m."

Will received the text on Saturday morning and immediately showed it to Anna. "What should I do?"

Anna put a hand on his thigh, stroking it through his jeans. "I should think a strong, dominant man would

know

what to do. And he'd do it."

"You're OK with this?"

She smiled at him. She could never have explained to anyone else just why this turned her on so much, because she didn't really understand why herself. She only knew it did. The profound submissiveness in her soul rose to the surface, caressing and seducing her. "It doesn't matter whether I'm OK with it or not, master," she said. "You may do as you please. It's not for me to question."

Will sighed. "If the kids weren't home, I'd tie you to the bed while I went round there," he said. Without another word, he texted a quick reply, while she watched him over his shoulder.

"I'll come whenever the fuck I like, bitch."

Anna grinned and nodded her approval. "That'll make the slut cream her knickers," she opined, and this earned her a slap across the face.

"Don't be impudent! Just for that, I forbid you to play with yourself while I'm round there. You can think about it all you like, but you'd better not lay a single finger on your own cunt until I get back. Understand?"

She hung her head. "Yes, master. I'm sorry, master."

"You should be. You have to learn to be humble. I won't have insolence from my bitches."

"No, master."

He was gone for two or three hours, though it felt much longer to Anna, who had to lie there, fantasising about what he was up to with Isobel Carrington, forbidden from touching herself. She could have ignored his instructions, of course, he would never even know. But that would have spoiled the game. No, not a game. She

was

his slave, so long as he wished her to be. God, why did that turn her on so much? She longed for him to come back into the room and ravish her on the bed. Maybe she would even pretend not to want it. Jesus! What was wrong with her? Yet it didn't feel like anything was wrong. Not anymore. The

wrong

was all those years when she had suppressed what she really was.

When he finally returned, there was something in his eyes that she had never seen before. Something self-satisfied, something self-confident, something

commanding

. She looked at him, voicing no question but asking with her eyes. He simply sneered at her and said, "Spread your legs, bitch!"

When he fucked her, it was hard and hungry, as if he were not so much making love to her as making hate. He pounded her so violently, she imagined she would be sore for a week, yet it was the best thing she had ever experienced. Nor did she lie there passively but clawed and raked at his arms and back as he ravished her. Before he had finished, they were both panting and sweating with the exertion of it, and she had come three or four times.

He fell asleep soon afterwards, and she sloped off to shower. When she came back, she stood in the doorway, watching him, adoring him, and constructing in her imagination, yet again, all the things he must have done with Isobel Carrington. It was the next morning before he was finally ready to tell her about it, and she sat in rapt, respectful attention as he narrated the previous day's events.

"I rang the bell," he told her, "knowing that she was waiting for me. Except it wasn't Isobel who answered the door, it was Olivia. Jesus Christ, that girl's hot, especially because she was dressed in nothing but a flimsy shift. Her hair was rumpled, as if she'd just got out of bed. There was something in her eyes, some cross between mischief and excitement. God, if Jamie's really hitting that, he's a lucky boy! She told me her 'Aunty Izzy' was expecting me. The way she said it suggested that she

knew

what I was there for.

"She showed me into the living room, where Isobel was waiting for me, sitting cross-legged on a padded chair, which struck me as odd when she had an entire, luxurious three-piece suite to choose from. She invited me to sit down. Olivia came back soon afterwards with a glass of wine each for the two of us, then she left. Went upstairs, I think. Isobel raised her glass to me, and we both drank."

Anna was careful not to interrupt, though she already had a dozen questions circulating in her brain. But she could be patient. It was fairly clear that Will had no intention of missing out a single detail.

"'She's a good girl,' she said. 'Well, actually, she's not a good girl at all, but I'm awfully fond of her.' I asked her in what way Olivia was not good. That made her smile, and I think you know how dirty Isobel's smile can be. Then she said something curious. She said, 'Like me, Olivia carries the Carrington Gene'. I asked what that was, exactly. She said that, as its name implied, it was something hereditary to members of the Carrington family, an urge for sex and deviancy'. I said that was an odd thing for an aunt to say about her niece, but she looked at me as if to say, 'well, that kind of proves my point, doesn't it?' She said Olivia had inherited it from her mother, and that both Olivia's mother and Isobel herself had inherited it from both of their parents. She drained her glass, and I drained mine as if we had simultaneously decided that that was enough conversation, and it was time to get down to business.

"I asked her what she expected from me, and she said 'I expect you to do to me exactly what you want to. And I expect I'll let you.' I did a double-take at that, but she just shrugged. She said, 'I'm a Carrington', as if that explained everything. So, to test whether what she said was true, I told her to get undressed and kneel at my feet. You won't be surprised to learn that she did exactly that. And my God, the woman is hot. I mean, you might think she looks hot fully clothed but naked..."

"I wish I could see that," said Anna, speaking for the first time.

"Quiet!" he told her, eyes suddenly burning. "Did I give you permission to speak?" Anna hung her head, chastened. "I've never seen a woman who looked so good naked." That stung, yet she enjoyed the cruelty of the statement, it made her pussy tingle. "And here she was, kneeling at my feet, waiting on my every command! I told her to lie back on the floor and play with herself. I told her to show me how she made herself come, but not to come without permission. And that's what she did. No questions, no protests, no hesitation. The bitch lay there on her living room floor, shameless as a whore, just playing with herself while I watched. I can't tell you how hard I was. It was all I could do not to climb on top of the slut and fuck her into next week, but I wanted to savour it.

"One hand went to her tits, and she squeezed and kneaded them while she masturbated. She closed her eyes as she pinched and twisted her nipple. I heard a sharp intake of breath as she deliberately hurt herself. After she'd thoroughly mauled her tits and nipples, she used the same hand to part her pussy lips, exposing herself to me. She dipped her finger inside and scooped up some of her cum. At that point, I got undressed myself, because my cock was fucking aching. I ran my hand up and down it and when she noticed me doing that, Isobel pushed her middle fingers as far as possible into her slit. That was when she asked me for permission to come, knowing I'd say no. And I did say no, of course.

"I told her to get on her knees again, hands behind her head. I circled round her, eyeing her up, still as stiff as a poker. I bent down behind her, grabbed both of her tits, and gave them a mauling of my own. God, they felt good. Way firmer than yours, Annie. Way firmer. No kids, I suppose. I circled back around and shoved my cock in her face, almost daring her to suck it. She resisted the urge, assuming she had any such urge, so I slapped her face. Hard. She liked that, I could tell, so I did it again, and then again. I told her I thought it was time she was fucked, and that I wasn't interested in her opinion on the matter."

Anna gasped, unable to help herself. Electric shocks were running through her pussy. She was so turned on she could feel the wetness running down her thigh, but she dared not speak.

"Do you know what she said?" Anna shook her head. "She said, 'Oh God, yes, use me, master!' And she lay on her back again and spread her legs as if to invite it. Her pussy was sopping wet. So I climbed on top of the divine creature and with a single stab I was balls deep in her cunt. It clamped hard on my shaft. I started slowly but very soon I was slamming my cock in and out of that irresistible pussy. And all the time she was begging me, 'Fuck me hard, master! Please make it hurt!' I pounded that bitch furiously, and she was screaming and moaning so loudly that Olivia must have been able to hear it from upstairs. I couldn't last much longer, the pace was too fast and the excitement too intense, and soon I was pumping cum deep into the bitch's cunt. There, what do you have to say to that?"

Anna swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Thank-you, master, for telling me. Did... did she deserve your cock, master?"

He curled his lip at her. "As much as any bitch can," he told her. "And in a way that you never will, you worthless piece of shit."

She hung her head. "I

am

worthless, master. I

am

a piece of shit. I'm sorry I'm so unworthy."

"Oh, it's not your fault," he told her magnanimously. "You can't help being fat and ugly. All you're good for is fucking, and you're not even very good at that. Did it turn you on, hearing about me fucking a younger, sexier woman? Do you wish you could have watched me do it?"

"It did turn me on, master. I'd give anything to watch you fuck Isobel Carrington."

"I suppose you want to play with yourself now? To have an orgasm you don't deserve."

"Yes please, master. I beg you to let me."

"Denied!" he said. "Go and make me some breakfast, like a good little house-bitch. If you're especially obedient and subservient today, I

may

consent to fuck you tonight. Until then, keep your hands off your nasty little cunt, do you hear me?"

She bit her lip. "Yes, master!" she said.

iii. Olivia's Intentions

For the past week, ever since she listened in on them, Jemima had been unable to stop thinking about Olivia and her brother. About Olivia accusing Jamie of fancying not only his own mother, but his sister too. Was it true? Did her big brother

fancy

her? It was disgusting. Unthinkable. Outrageous. Incredibly hot. God, she hoped it was true. She had spent altogether more time than was healthy trying to imagine her brother's long, hard cock, and how it would feel in her hand... in her mouth... in her cunt!

Yesterday, Olivia had come to call for Jamie and they had gone out together, but in the few minutes she was in the house, Jemima detected a really weird vibe. Her mother kept staring at the girl, as if she'd grown an extra head, and as for her father... It was not only that he kept looking at the girl with something approaching lust (it was pretty difficult to look at Olivia in any other way, truth be told), but there was something almost proprietorial about it, as if Olivia were

his

girlfriend rather than Jamie's.

On Sunday afternoon, though, when Olivia came round again, both her parents were out. Since Jamie and Olivia spent some time just hanging around in the living room, chatting, Jemima felt no embarrassment about joining them, and nor did they seem to object. It was the first chance she'd really had to talk to Olivia at all, and she was quite surprised to discover just how likeable the girl was - smart, funny, and chatty. Jemima had expected her to be a bit snooty and arrogant, but she certainly showed no sign of that. She complimented Jemima on how pretty she was, and what a lovely smile she had, and very soon the younger girl was perfectly at her ease. So, when Jamie excused himself to go to the bathroom, Jemima felt none of her usual social anxiety about being forced to make small-talk with someone she barely knew.

"He seems really smitten with you," she told Olivia.

"He's such a sweetie pie," she replied.

"Really? Not the words I'd have chosen to describe my brother," laughed Jemima. "But you do seem to make him happy. I'm not sure I can even cope with it!"

"Well, siblings always fight, don't they? But he's awfully fond of you, you know."

"He rarely shows it!"

"No? The way he looks at you, though, all proud and loving. Of course, he says you're a brat, but speaking as a brat myself, that's something to wear as a badge of honour. I think it's fairly plain that Jamie's attracted to brats."

"I hope you don't mean he's attracted to

me

!" said Jemima. And though she laughed as she said it, trying to make a joke of it, she was also aware that she was fishing for information.

"Would that bother you?" asked Olivia, fixing Jemima with those irresistible brown eyes of hers.

"What do you mean? He

is

my brother?"

"You must admit he's a hunk, though."

Jemima shrugged, hoping against hope that she wasn't blushing, but almost certain that she was. "It's hard to see past the 'being my brother' thing, though."

Olivia smiled, but it was a hungry smile and made Jemima feel things she wasn't entirely familiar with. "OK, pretend for a minute that he

wasn't

your brother, just as a bit of a thought experiment. Say you were seeing him for the first time, maybe in his rugby strip coming out onto the field. Can you honestly tell me you wouldn't think, 'oh, now there's a slab of prime beef if ever I saw one'?"

"Maybe," giggled Jemima. "It's a weird thought though! But talking of Jamie, where on earth's he got to? It can't take that long to have a wee."

"Oh, he hasn't really gone to the toilet," said Olivia. "I told him to make himself scarce so that you and I could get to know each other a bit better."

"Really? I'm surprised you'd be that interested, to be honest."

"Why?"

Jemima shrugged. "I'm not really all that interesting."

"No? Jamie doesn't think that, and neither do I. As a matter of fact, we both think you're pretty hot."

"You think I'm hot?"

"I do." And so saying, Olivia sidled along the sofa and planted a kiss on the astonished Jemima's lips. It wasn't a swift, friendly peck, either. It lasted for several seconds, a period during which Jemima admittedly did not respond, but during which she didn't pull away either. Olivia cupped her cheek in one hand, leaning into the kiss. "There," said the older girl, straightening. "I wouldn't have felt right if I hadn't done that."

"I... I don't know what to say!"

"Did you like it?"

"I don't know. I mean, it was nice, but I wasn't really expecting it... I'm a bit confused, to be honest. Girls don't generally go around kissing me."

"Well, that's their loss, isn't it? Shall we go and see what Jamie's up to?"

It was only then that Jemima remembered something else Olivia had said. "You said... you

both

think I'm hot. Are you telling me my brother

fancies

me?"

Olivia shrugged. "Ask him yourself. Come on." She took Jemima by the hand, pulled her up from the sofa and led her upstairs.

Jamie was lying on his bed, reading something on his tablet, but looked up as the two girls entered. "Finished your girl-talk?" he asked.

"Not exactly," said Olivia. "But one of our talking points needed a little clarification before we continue."

He frowned, as if he had no idea what she was talking about. He probably didn't. Jamie was much more of a sportsman than an academic, and Jemima was convinced that all the brains her parents had to bequeath had gone to her.

"Your little sister was wondering if it's true that you fancy her," Olivia explained.