"Dory, is that you?"
My ears perked up. Who would know me as Dory? I ditched that name as soon as I ran away from the orphanage when I was fifteen, some nine years ago. Being called that name always got me in a funk. Man I hated that orphanage. Mom and Dad died when I was nine, forcing me to spend the next six years or so at that orphanage. Me and...
"Tam? Is that really you?"
I was staring at a small limousine. Poking out of the back door was the finest female leg I ever saw. The high heel shoe worn on said leg screamed a tiger in both the bedroom and boardroom.
"Oh Dory, I have searched years for you." With that, I was tackled by who had to be my sister Tammy, who was dressed for success. Her brunette tresses flowed from her. She was wearing a killer business suit and skirt that did nothing to hide her figure, and with her high heels perfectly established her as an alpha female. Myself? I was dressed in street rags. "Oh Dory, what has happened to you? Never mind; big sister is here for you." Her limo driver looked on as she helped me stumble into her limo.
As we pulled away, I could not help but wonder what happened to Tam since last we saw each other some twelve years ago. "Tam, I was told you were adopted a week after it occurred; what happened?"
Tam sighed. "Those orphanage bastards got an offer they couldn't refuse. Some rich guy decided he wanted to 'adopt' a seventeen year old for a daughter so he could have a 'daughter with benefits' when she turned eighteen. I was the 'lucky' girl." Then she grinned. "But it worked out well; I played him like a Stradivarius once I turned eighteen. Some of those girls at the orphanage had already been around, and I had learned a lot from them. A WAY lot."
"So what happened to your new 'daddy'?"
"Heh, old man died of a heart attack five years ago when we celebrated my college graduation. He 'came' and went at the same time." She gave an evil smile. "People started to say that I have a 'killer pussy'. I just think of how Richard Pryor once said that was recycling."
"Who's Richard Pryor?"
"Wow, you have been deprived. Never mind, sister is going to take care of you. Starting," she whiffed in mild disgust, "with a bath."
As she said that, we pulled up at a luxury hotel. Her driver opened her door, from which we both got out. I was looked on with contempt by both the doorman and those guests inside the lobby as my sister took me by the collar and guided me inside the hotel and up the elevator. But it was when we got inside her hotel room that she really took charge.
"OK, bathroom's right there. Get out of those dirty clothes, and get in the tub."
"Yes, mother."
"Hmpf. I wish. I so miss Mom. Do you have any memories of her?"
"Barely. I was nine when she and dad died. Once you left without anyone telling me, I was by myself."
"Well, you are not by yourself anymore. If I need to be mother and sister both to you, so be it. Now take off all those dirty clothes and get into the bath right this minute."
"But I'll be naked."
"I've seen it before."
"Now you do sound like a mother." She stuck her tongue out at me. I continued, "Besides, it's much bigger than you'll remember."
"Bragging, bragging, bragging."
It sounded pat. "Richard Pryor again?
"No; Dolly Parton."
"Who?"
"Get your ass stripped down and take your bath!"
With that motherly command, I hastened to the bathroom. Now, aside from ponds and public fountains, I haven't had a bath in years. I looked at a tub as if I had never seen one before. Still, Tam was right; I long ago needed a bath. I totally stripped down and placed myself into the marble bowl. I shivered from the cool surface, and shuddered when the first cold blast of water hit the tub. However, the hot water eventually kicked in and the water had reached a soothing warm temperature. I had almost forgotten another person was in the hotel room when...
"Are you washing?"
"Sheesh, Tam; I'm nude here."
"Dory, I am going to make sure you are cleaning up." She took a quick glance down. "Hmm, maybe you weren't bragging after all." She was obviously ogling my dick. I rapidly found a washcloth and covered myself, although I obviously had quite a tentpole. "Ooh, silly; am I really the first person to see it?"
"Well, occasionally some runaway girls would spend a night with me, and we had some fun. Most of them quickly went back to their folks. Those who didn't tended to get snatched up by pimps. A few homos tried to force themselves on me, but I've managed to keep my butt cherry, thank God."
"That's good to hear." By this time Tam had gotten on her knees beside the tub. She had removed her suit jacket and heels, and she had unbuttoned a few of her blouse buttons, revealing the nicest cleavage I have ever seen. "Ooh, you've gotten some nice muscles from that street living. Not big, but tight." She had grasped the bar and soap and began washing my shoulders and upper chest. I could not help but wonder if she had "tight" muscles as well.
"Oh, sis, I've missed you. So, how well off are you?"
"Well, my new 'daddy' became clay in my fingers. Some website had a how to guide on how to fuck one's daddy, and it gave a lot of advice I took to heart. Especially the last sentence: 'Daddy's last will and testament. Be in it.'". We both had a laugh. "Daddy was a C.E.O. of a company, and with some of my pussy persuasion, I became the new C.E.O. upon his death." She left my chest and started washing my legs.
"I bet his co-owners loved that."
"Well, to be truthful, daddy never learned that his co-owners became my 'uncles' as well."
"Tam, you slut!"
"Hey, it worked. Since then I've used my body to get my way, and have made a lot of money on favorable business deals. It was very equitable; they screwed me physically and I screwed them monetarily."
"So, what does your company do?"
"Mostly job headhunting, finding unique individuals for unique jobs. You have no idea how many people become unemployable by being too good to be hired by the jobs they can find, or not have the experience in the jobs they would be good in. We try to correct that."
"Sounds noble." By this time, her soapy hands had reached my crotch. She deftly pulled off the washcloth and began to wash my balls. Needless to say, I was startled."TAM!!!"
"Dory, I need to make sure you are healthy. If you have some disease, I need to know." She paused for a moment. "Yum, you definitely weren't bragging after all."
In all her ministrations, my penis became rock hard. I've never managed to measure it, but I knew I was above average, and this was the hardest I've ever been. Her right hand was soaping up my balls, while her left was stroking my cock. She was trying to pull my foreskin down.