This work could fit into several categories, but I've chosen incest/taboo because those elements seemed most likely to discomfort readers from other categories. As always, I appreciate any and all feedback, and thank you for your votes.
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My sister Lisa called and invited me over for coffee, which was strange, because I knew she didn't really like me. Even though she was a couple years older, she was a constant disappointment to our religiously conservative family. Having one child out of wedlock, getting married and then divorced, already in her early 30s she was ruined.
Of course, it didn't help that at 28 I was far more successful than she would ever be, both in career and family. And, if truth be told, I was also prettier. Not that she didn't have her charms, all of us sisters were fairly well built, with firm breasts and a proportioned slope of our waist into our hips that drives most men wild. But being more successful I had nicer clothes, nicer hair, and better make up. Plus, being younger helped; it always does.
I knocked on the door when I arrived at her place. Our mother had her kids for the week, so I expected it to be just the two of us, but I noticed there was a strange car in her driveway. I thought I heard her yell for me to come in, so I did, but honestly, I was just annoyed that she neither answered the door in a timely way, nor alerted me to the fact that someone else would be here. But that was my sister, generally a disappointment.
I turned the corner into her kitchen and was startled at the sight of a man sitting there. He didn't say anything to me, just gave me a slight nod and seemed to look me up and down. Almost unconsciously I smoothed the material of my pencil skirt against my thighs, suddenly wishing the hemline extended below my knees.
There was something about him. He was well groomed and older. Maybe mid to late 40s, a little grey at his temples which matched the sport coat he wore over a dark blue button down shirt. He looked professional, which at least was a step up from the motorcycle gang member my sister usually dated.
"And who's this?" I asked crossing my arms in front of me and eyeing the new man suspiciously.
"This is John," my sister said from the counter, without turning around to greet me or make proper introductions. "He's a... he's my..."
"I'm just a friend," he said, standing and extending his hand to me. I took it reluctantly and noticed his grip was firm and steady.
I was taken aback by his civility and his confident demeanor. "I'm Katie," I said, suddenly unsure of myself, but with no clear idea why.
"Charmed, I'm sure," he replied and smiled before turning to my sister. "Lisa, is the coffee ready yet?"
"Yes," she stuttered a bit before restarting, "Yes sir, it is."
Did I just hear her call him "sir?" Was this her new boss or something?
"Ok, well pour us each a cup and come join us in the den." Turning to me he waved his arm in front of him indicating that I was to proceed. "Shall we?" he insisted rather asked.
I went ahead and walked ahead of him into the den, taking my usual seat in a plush captain's style chair facing the window. He sat opposite me on the couch, relaxed, arm extended along the back, legs crossed. Who was this guy to come into my sister's house like it was his own? Treating my sister like a maid? Still though, despite his arrogance and sense of entitlement, he was at least attractive.
My sister followed us with three cups of coffee, and when she came to me with mine, it was the first time I had seen her face that day. She was flush red with little beads of sweat on her brow.
Suddenly concerned I asked, "My goodness, Lisa, are you ok? You look feverish."
She quickly averted her eyes from mine and sort of scurried over to where John sat, but instead of sitting next to him, she stood beside his chair, holding her own cup and staring into it.
"As you'll see," John answered for her, "She's fine. Just a little nervous."
I was becoming a bit agitated by now. "What do you mean 'nervous?' Nervous about what?" I became a little more emotional than I prefer. "What is this? Why am I here? Lisa, who is he? Your boss or something? Are you in some sort of trouble?"
Even though I was addressing Lisa, it was John, again, who spoke. "She's not in trouble, not really anyway, and no, I'm not her boss." He sipped his coffee as Lisa continued to stare into hers. "You see, your sister and I started seeing each other a few months ago. And, well, I think you of all people would agree that Lisa is the kind of girl who needs a little guidance, a firm hand, as it were."
I just stared at him. Of course I did agree with him, but I had no idea where this was going. Truth be told, I was a little naïve when it came to... well, the thing he told me next.
"You see, Katie," he continued, "I'm a man who enjoys order and discipline, and Lisa here, needed my help to pull things together. I like her a great deal, but I told her that we could only be together if she followed a few rules," he sipped his coffee and reached up rubbing my sister's ass with his free hand, "and of course, there would be consequences if she broke these rules."
In truth, I didn't really understand. The look on my face must have said as much because at this point John looked up at Lisa who was trembling and said, "I think you better explain things to her."
"Katie," she starting quietly, "I've given myself to Sir, I am his to order and control. And when I don't obey, he punishes me."
Fearing the answer, I asked, "How does he punish you?"
If anything she turned even redder. "Sometimes he spanks me," she paused, "Sometimes he does... other things."
I was about to stand up and start yelling at this monster of a man who had apparently been hitting my sister, but before I could he said, "Which brings us to why you're here."
"Wait? What? If you think you're going to spank me..." I started almost babbling, looking over my shoulder at the door in case I needed a quick exit.
But John laughed softly. "No, nothing like that. Besides, I suspect from all I've heard that your life is fairly well ordered already. I doubt you deserve a spanking."
A shudder ran through me at he thought, but what the shudder meant, I couldn't say.
"No," he said calmly, "Lisa asked you here because the other night, she broke a rule, and a pretty serious one, and because I am a kind man," another sip of coffee, "I let her choose her punishment. And here you are. Lisa, tell your sister what you did wrong."
Lisa had moved closer to me such that she now stood in the middle of the room between us. Her chin was on her chest and a few strands of her honey blonde hair that had escaped her pony tail fell across her face. All in all she looked pathetic, but in all my life I had never seen my rebellious sister act so cowed. This man really must have something to inspire this.
"Speak up, Lisa," he said authoritatively, "it's no good trying to hide. You wanted her here."
Then in a clear voice she said, "I came without permission."
"Just once?" he pushed her.
"No," she said, her voice falling in shame, "three times."
Thoughts flooded my head as I stayed frozen in place watching this interchange as if it were a movie. She needs permission to orgasm? She had three orgasms in one night? I've never had more than one and I'm lucky to have that. I was confused, angry, jealous, all at the same time.
"Look," I said, pulling myself together and standing among my flood of emotions, "I'm not going to be part of your sick games." And looking at my sister I added, "Really Lisa, this is a new low for you. At least you kept being a whore to yourself all of these years. Now look at you. I'm going."
A cry went out from Lisa as she sank to her knees and wrapped her arms around my legs. "No, Katie, please," she begged, "You can't go, you don't understand."
I glanced down at her, eyes pleading up at me. Then I looked back at John who sat calmly on the couch, sipping his coffee, seemingly barely paying attention to us. Whatever this was, it was far more important to Lisa than to John.
I was angry, but she was my sister, and the look in her eyes made me concerned for her. "Alright, what is it? What do you need?" I asked, not promising anything.
It was John who spoke, "I gave her a choice. Since she wants to behave like an undisciplined whore, I'll see to it that she does that." He leaned forward and for the first time really seemed to be taking this seriously. "You have to understand, Katie, any undisciplined orgasm is a problem. It demonstrates lack of self-control generally, lack of sexual self-control specifically. I suspect you agree that this has been a problem for her entire life."
I nodded dumbly, wondering what he was going to say next.
"So what do you do with someone who refuses to discipline herself sexually?" He asked before going on to answer, "Well you have to expose this problem. You can't let her hide from herself. In essence, you have to show her how much of a whore she truly has become."
"So what does that mean?" my mouth was dry and my legs were a little weak. "How does that involve me?"
It was Lisa who answered this time, "He gave me a choice. He told me either he would take me down the road a few miles to a truck stop and have me service truckers for a night," my eyes went wide at the terrifying thought of my sister becoming a common prostitute, "or I could ask you over and you could see what kind of whore I had become by watching as he fucks me."
I was horrified. At least, I think I was. My sister had always run wild. Mom and dad never had control over her. When I was young I'd watch her break all the rules about boys and parties and drugs and she never faced any consequences for any of it. It was about time someone put her in her place. But still, this was just... wrong.
"He's making you do this?" I asked. "Because you don't have to, I can get help."
My sister shook her head no and John spoke, "In all honesty I'm not making her do anything. It is, as I said, a condition of our being together. There are rules, and there are punishments, and if she wants out, she can say so, but I will leave and never come back."
