Zach:
Traffic that morning was abysmal. Nearly being late, I had to run into the office building; having parked so far away due to a lack of parking spots. Going up to the front desk, there was a receptionist typing away at her computer. When I finally stepped up to the counter she looked up at me and gave an inviting smile.
"How may I help you sir?" She asked, her voice sounding of smooth velvet, borderline sensual.
"Hi, I'm the new therapist in training for Dr. Cruz." I responded, attempting professionalism.
Her eyebrows raised up as she realized who I was, "Oh yes, I remember that Dr. Cruz was expecting you today. Why don't you have a seat and I'll let her know that you are here."
Sitting in a seat in the reception area, this woman picked up the phone and rang for the doctor. After about 5 minutes she let me know that I could head back. "I'm Nora by the way," She told me, giving me that warm customer service smile, "The doctor's office is down the hall, 4
th
door on the left."
I thanked her, proceeding down the hall, and knocking on Dr. Cruz's door.
"Come in." The voice barked.
Opening the door and stepping inside, my jaw must have hit the floor so hard it could be measured on a Richter scale. Dr. Cruz was a woman in her late 30's, but she could easily trick someone into thinking she was a decade younger. She was of Hispanic heritage, her skin was a beautiful beige tan color, with her long thick jet-black hair that went passed her shoulders. For most people the breasts would be the immediate draw. Clearly they were larger than a DD; maybe an F cup. Somehow she was thick in all the right places while maintaining an hourglass figure. By all accounts this woman won the genetic lottery; though I'm sure she takes care of herself also.
Looking at me with her deep amber eyes, and her face in a stern expression, "You must be Zach, please have a seat." Her voice was the definition of sex, she had I rich timbre to her voice, I was blown away on how such a perfect woman could exist.
"I'm going to get straight to the point," She intoned, seriousness in her voice. "I accepted you as a trainee only because of your high GPA, and the recommendation of your professor, who is an old friend of mine. I'm not gonna give you any sort of training wheels. You will sit in with me on client sessions - at least the ones that the patients have already signed their consent for - you shall take notes, and once the session is over we will go over your thoughts, possible diagnoses, and treatments that are deemed necessary." I nodded along with her instructions, trying desperately to not break eye contact.
What I heard of Dr. Cruz was all true, she was straight to the point with no nonsense. In the first few minutes of knowing her he already knows how his days are gonna be with her.
"Do you have any questions for me, young man?" She asked with a tone of indifference.
"I'm assuming you don't wish to have any kind of friendly rapport while I'm working for you?" I asked her.
"Not any more than is necessary. I am your boss, not your friend, and certainly not any kind of romantic interest," She spoke, cold gaze on me, "I know that I am an attractive woman, and you wouldn't be the first coworker who was tried to get in my pants. I'm used to the treatment; I'm also used to getting their licenses suspended by the medical board for sexual misconduct."
I audibly gulped at her not so thinly veiled threat. I didn't have any plans to go at her that way, but I sure couldn't pretend she wasn't hot as fuck.
"Um, yes ma'am, you shouldn't have any issues with me." I replied, sweating from the pressure she was placing on me.
Raising an eyebrow, she sighed, and stood up. "Come on, the first appointment of the day is in 15 minutes and I would like to brief you on the patient before the session." She walked past me to the door. I couldn't help it, but when I saw her backside, my eyes must have shot out of my head like a cartoon coyote. Her ass was like two giant jiggly Jello molds. I was thinking she had to have had work done, there was no way this woman had every single genetic trait at a 10/10 on the hotness scale. Almost as if she knew that I would be ogling her ass, without looking back, she let out a sigh and told me stop staring and to hurry up and follow her. Walking down the hall, there was no way she didn't want me to stare at her ass. It was just so... there, it must have had its own gravitational field, because my eyes kept coming back to it.
"This is the room we will be having the session." She scolded, giving me the evil eye to stop staring at her ass. With that said we went in to begin prepping for the session, and to truly start my first workday.
Claire:
It took me many hours, but I finally got all of my chores done. All morning, I cleaned the upstairs, when I was done with that I took a short break to go into my brother's room and gives his clothing a little sniff, I really felt like a pervert, and maybe I should just accept that I am.
I wasn't allowed to cum, but brother said I had to edge myself at least a few times before he came back home. Downstairs was a lot faster since I already did more than half of it yesterday. The last part of my chore list was to get started on finding the stuff I moved from my brother's room. I felt so ashamed of my behavior, I took all of my brother's possessions, and I threw them into the garage; just to have more room for my clothing. Speaking of, I had a lot of stolen clothing in my closet. My 'friends', Lara, Steph, and Amanda were part of the cool group in high school. Lara was the queen bitch, if you were in her friend group, then you were guaranteed popularity. Even after I barely graduated high school, I continued to be around them. Gradually over time they shifted how I saw others, and myself. I even started committing low level crimes like stealing from stores and scoring alcohol. I was lucky that I was never caught for any of it.
As soon as I had put on this collar, it was like I snapped out of a dream. The gradual peer pressure and normalization that I lived was suddenly lifted away. I saw my friends as not entirely benevolent, but there was still conflict in how I could manage to keep both my friends and family in balance.
I allowed myself to become a horrible person. Touching the rainbow gemmed collar around my neck, I felt its warmth, its comfort. I thought of my brother every time, it was like I could sense him; a sort of connection. My brother has not mentioned where he got this collar, but I know for sure that this is what changed me. And if I was being honest, I'm glad brother brought home this collar, and I am glad that I had put it on.
As to my mind being free of my - possibly former - friends, I also noticed some other changes recently. Other than the fact that I literally can't stop thinking of my brother's cock, and how I want him inside of me 24/7. Also the fact that I'm turned on by pain and humiliation, I was feeling happier than I had been in a long time. On the physical side of things, I feel as though my boobs have gotten a little bigger, more sensitive too. My sensitivity in general is way higher than it ever was. My energy levels were way higher than usual. I went from never doing chores a day in my life, to spending multiple hours hard at work, and I don't end up totally exhausted.
Out of all of this though. I am glad that big brother is home, and that he has helped mommy and I to connect again. It almost feels like Zach is the responsible parent of the household, I laughed at the idea. The more I thought on that, I realized that Zach tried his best to be the 'man of the house'. All he ever did was help mom by taking care of me, then he would spend long nights studying his ass off. I had so much respect for him, I wish I had tried as hard as he did when I was still in school.
Finally, as it got close to 4, I felt something strange. It was like I could feel this energy coming closer to me. As this energy closed in, I finally realized that I was somehow sensing where my brother was, and I was able to tell when he would arrive home! Knowing now when he would arrive, I quickly stripped out of my clothes and kneeled on the floor by the front door, sitting on my heels. I tried to angle my body into a presentation pose that I had looked up on the internet. Grabbing my elbows with both hands behind my back, sticking my chest out, and finally spreading my legs to ensure he could see all of me in one look.
After a bit, I felt him approaching the front door. My pussy was dripping in anticipation. The door opened quickly, and there was a lock of shock on brother's face, but it quickly became that dominant smirk that made me shiver in the best way possible.
"I see my little sister slut is beginning to anticipate my needs." Zach said calmly, a glint of arousal in his eyes. I spread my legs a little more in order to allow him to properly see my body. "As much as I would like to play with you right now, I have another idea that I would like to try for later, so for now I can at least allow you to suck my cock." Zach relented, after seeing my cock-hungry eyes. I grinned wide and crawled over to his crotch, and I began to unzip his pants. I eagerly took out his cock and started to pump it a bit, then after giving the tip a kiss, I started to lick and suck on the head like a delicious lollipop. As soon as I had his taste in my mouth it was like nothing bad in life existed, it was just me and this glorious slab of meat that I enjoyed stuffing into my holes.
Once he was fully hard, I began to take more of his cock into my mouth; having it hit the entrance to my throat. The feeling of choking on his cock, and the taste of his pre-cum was making me moan. The vibrations from my voice box traveled up his cock, further stimulating him. I could feel him getting closer to climax, so I sped up and started going hard on the tongue action. With every slobbering bob I did with him in my mouth, I could feel more of my nectar dripping onto the floor.
Eventually after his breathing picked up, he shouted out that he was gonna cum, and this time he grabbed my head and slammed his cock all the way down my throat. I cannot believe I came simply from him choking me with his cock. No one would believe me if I told them that I wasn't a slut. Not even touching myself, the lack of oxygen, and the rope after hot rope of yummy cum shot down my throat and into my stomach; the only downside was that I didn't get to savor the flavor.
After coaxing out the last drops of cum with my tongue, working up his shaft in order to clean him out, big brother told me to clean my pussy cream off the floor. I went to go get a towel.
