Author's note:
First, I should apologize for taking SIX YEARS to get this chapter out. Life happens, I fell out of writing. I finally got back into it and it still took me a while to unblock this. Anyway. Here it is. I've got scraps of the start of the next chapter so I promise it won't be another 6 years
This one veers into BDSM territory and as the previous two chapters it's got watersports. So again...if you don't like piss, then don't fucking read this one.
"I want you to fucking make me yours. Own me, Jason."
That's what she had said, that's what my big sister Julia told me after she swallowed what seemed like a liter of my piss in the shower this morning. The week at the cabin had already been a wild ride and it seemed like it was only going to get wilder. It seemed like she was not just willing, but needing, to be submissive to me. Now I just had to figure out how to do that. How to "own" her.
I was no blushing virgin, but my sex life with my girlfriend was largely vanilla. Anal was about as wild as it got, and even that was a bit limited. She wasn't into getting rimmed...or rimming me. And we'd fucked outside a few times, while other people were around at a party or two. But we'd never done any S&M stuff, none of this ordering around and "owning" business. I was definitely into it and still could not fucking believe that my own sister of all people was who kept checking off fantasy boxes one right after another. In some ways, though, who better? Of anyone, she's the person I can trust the most, that I'm most comfortable being myself around. We'd hardly had secrets before, and we sure as hell didn't have any now.
We had gotten a little handsy as we showered, groping each other's soapy butts, rubbing shoulders in the hot water, but we didn't take it all the way. We had toweled off, then it was breakfast time. I may have eaten her ass a bit this morning, but that isn't particularly filling. So we went out into the little kitchen, still nude. Her normally pale skin was still flush and reddened from the heat of the shower. I swatted her ass as she was walking in front of me, the "smack" loud and sharp. Now there was a spot that was even a bit redder.
Julia squealed and did a startled little hop, but she didn't stop and didn't protest. I leaned back against the counter as she rummaged in the fridge for eggs and butter, enjoying the view. I was pretty hard, seeing both of her holes as her cheeks split when she was bent over. She was definitely taking longer than she needed to, but I wasn't going to complain. When she turned around with the breakfast supplies in her hands she smiled, seeing my cock sticking straight out in front of me, bobbing a little bit with my heartbeat. Her nipples were hard and crinkled from the cold air of the refrigerator.
"Would you make coffee, Jay? I'll whip up some scrambled eggs for us."
"Sure thing, sis" I replied, moving out of her way so she could start cooking. I was in a little bit of awe that there was an extremely sexy girl making breakfast in the nude for me, not to mention it was my own older sister. We worked without saying a lot, not that coffee took a ton of effort. But after a few minutes, once the eggs were sizzling in the pan, she turned towards me just a bit.
"You know...if I'm going to be yours..." she said slowly, as though she were a little unsure of what she was saying. or how to say it. Julia closed her green eyes for a moment, then continued on. "If you're going to own me...we should call each other something else." She looked almost relieved at having said it, it was obviously rattling around her head for a little bit.
"Uh, what do you mean si- er, um." My exquisite verbosity from the ride up had apparently returned. Julia giggled. "Do you mean like...master?"
She nodded. "Kinda. I mean, it doesn't have to be that. But yeah, something along those lines. Don't you think that would be fun?"
I mulled it over. I didn't really like the sound of "master" so much, and then what would I call her? But I wasn't opposed to the idea in general. Like I said, I was new to this. "What about just 'sir'?" I suggested. She nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, I like that. I mean, I like that,
sir
." She giggled again. I smiled too, I couldn't help it. I felt like I'd swallowed a dozen butterflies when she called me that. It meant so much more than just general respect when it came out of her mouth, in this context. It was submission, a willingness to serve. I'd never really gotten that from someone and so I was beyond excited to be exploring this. "But what about me? What will you call me?"
My eyes drifted upwards and my gaze unfocused as I thought about it, considering the possibilities. "Wwweeeelllll" I finally said, coming to a decision. "It seems to me, that if I own you, it doesn't really matter what you're called, does it? You don't really need to be called anything at all." I saw her eyebrows go up as she took that idea in. She bit her lower lip a little bit.
"But like...you're not just going to be like 'hey
you
', right? I mean that just sounds shitty."
I shook my head, my own long hair brushing the bare skin of my back. "No, I mean like...I don't need to call you anything. I would just say 'come do this,' and you come do it because you know I'm talking to you. Right? I don't need to say 'suck my cock, slave,' when just 'suck my cock' will do."
She bit her lip again and looked at me. "Is that an order, sir?"
I chose to ignore her for now, pouring out two hot mugs of coffee and walking over to the table. "You're lucky my hands are full or I'd smack your ass for your impertinence." I teased her.
"Oh no. Oh god, anything but that." She drew out her words, her sarcasm was obvious. I just rolled my eyes and sat down at the table, blowing the steam off the top of my mug and holding it, the heat warming my palms through the ceramic of the mug.
"Although..." I said, letting the long pause draw out. Her curiosity got to her and she asked "Although what?"
"Although," I said again, "I think if I were to call you anything..." I paused again and looked over at her, waiting until she looked up from where she was plating the eggs. "I guess I could call you 'toilet.'"
She actually groaned and I saw her even shudder a little bit. Julia picked up the plates with forks and brought them over, her nipples still hard and crinkled though it couldn't be because of the cold refrigerator air anymore. The blue of her little landing strip stood out and drew my eye down to her crotch as she walked towards me with breakfast. After setting the plates on the table she sat down across from me, fork in hand but eyes on me.
"I think I'd like that, sir."
* * * * *
Those words were bouncing around my brain like a pinball while we ate. I practically wolfed the eggs down then sipped the coffee slowly. I was half hard through the whole meal. I probably would have had a full boner but it seemed my body needed that blood elsewhere for now. I didn't realize how erotic it would be to have someone call me "sir" in that way, but I figured I could stand to hear it some more.
Julia finished her breakfast shortly and demurely put her fork down next to the plate with a soft "clink" and looked up at me with those bright green eyes of hers. Her soft tits were peeking above the edge of the table, little pink nipples soft for now. She just sat there, waiting. It took me longer than it should have for me to realize she was waiting for me to...something. Give her an order, I guess. Begin to "own" her. I was in the deep end now but by god I was gonna figure out how to swim or else drown in the most pleasant way possible.