Caged Brother

Caged Brother

CHAPTER 1

Amanda:

I love my brother, of course. And he loves me. Though his love went a bit farther than it should.

He used to kiss me a bit too enthusiastically to be comfortable, and sometimes hugged me when he had an erection, so that I could feel it. I told him off, but he just laughed.

To be brutally honest, I do find him sexually attractive, though that's not supposed to happen. Children raised together are supposed to want someone who is different from their family. But obviously, sex would never happen. Incest is wrong. I couldn't do it and really wouldn't want to.

I don't know. Maybe it's a bit my fault. It had been nearly a year since Ozzie and me broke up, and I have been feeling horny. Was I giving off some sort of signal? If so, I didn't mean it.

And he hadn't had a girlfriend for quite a while as well, so I sort of sympathised a bit. And I didn't want to get him into trouble or hurt Mum. So the first couple of times, I just smacked him, and told him to leave me alone. But the third time he crept into my bed, he seemed so determined, and put his hand over my mouth while telling me he loved me. I managed to bite it and yelled for Mum, though she was away visiting her sister. He probably forgot in the moment so leapt out of bed, and mumbled something which might have included sorry. I decided I had to tell her this time, and she gave him such a smack his head must have been ringing, then cuddled me, and told me she'd sort it out, though I didn't know how. She also said she'd get my bedroom door lock fixed, which she did. There's quite a few things wrong with the old place.

Felix:

I love my sister and she loves me. A lot. So what's wrong with two adults in love wanting to have sex?

Of course, it's wrong for a brother and sister to have children, because of genetics and they could have something wrong with them. But it's not the Middle Ages! We have contraception, and I know Amanda's on the pill, but doesn't have a boyfriend, so she must be as desperate as me.

She does love me, and always has. No such thing as sibling rivalry for us. She was always the best sister in the world, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

So I thought it was a bit much, when Mum used the word rape. Though I was shocked to hear about Dad. What a bastard to try it on with his daughter! I'm not like him. I was just giving Amanda a bit of a cuddle and trying to persuade her, because I know she wants it really. She should just have said no and I'd have left of course. But the bitch bit me and yelled so hard it's a wonder the neighbours didn't call the police.

Well, yes, Mum was really pissed off, of course. She told me I was as bad as my father, which was a bit of a shock, and unfair, I think. I think I was expecting her to tell me to clear out. Instead, she said she was going to fix me like she fixed Dad. I wondered what she meant. I'd never have guessed.

CHAPTER 2

Amanda:

I thought Mum was going to kick Felix out, but she told me it was a bit awkward with our family business and living over the shop. It really needed the three of us. She got my bedroom door lock replaced as a start, but promised me she was going to change Felix so that he would never be a danger to me again. Short of castration, I had no idea what she was going to do. All I can say was that Felix was very subdued for the next few days, and I didn't think he would do anything while Mum was in the house. He did say he was sorry. He did love me like a brother, but had got a bit desperate and didn't really mean to hurt me. It was just a momentary madness and wouldn't happen again, he promised. I said nothing.

I suppose it was a week or ten days later he seemed a bit like his old self. He gave me a kiss - like a brother should, not anything else - and made what sounded like a proper apology.

"Mum's really sorted me out," he told me.

"You know I do love you, really. I'd do anything for you, and that includes never hurting you like that again."

I was hopeful, but not convinced.

Felix:

Mum came back next day and told me off. That night Amanda stayed with her.

Next morning I stayed in my room until she knocked on the door and told me to get my arse downstairs for breakfast and to open the shop. She told me I was to shut up and get on with the business, and we'd have a serious talk later.

We none of us spoke except what was needed for the business, and took it in turns to have our breaks as usual. After the shop was shut, and we'd had dinner, Mum told me to come to her bedroom.

I went there for another good telling off, but it didn't quite happen like that.

As I began to explain, she shut me up.

"I don't want to hear excuses. You men are just like disobedient dogs. It's no good reasoning with you, you just have to be trained into good behaviour. I've been through all of this with your dad. I'm sorry to have to do it again, but we have to be practical. You and your sister have to be able to work together without her worrying about you."

"Now tell me, have you had a wank since you tried to rape her?"

"I didn't try..." I began.

"Don't argue. Now listen, your cock is the source of the trouble, so we're going to discuss it like adults. It's purely practical."

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed after what's happened. Don't you use the word wank these days? Have you tossed yourself off? Masturbated to ejaculation? Do I have to draw you a diagram?"

I was red faced.

"Well, no, I haven't"

"Haven't what?"

"Had a wank."

"Well, you'd better have one now."

"Get your trousers and pants off. I've seen these things before. I'm not going to be horrified or excited. It's just something that needs to be done."

Hesitantly I did so, and stood there.

"Doesn't bother me. Just get on with it. We just need to get it out of the way before we start on the solution to your erections and your misuse of them."

My cock was a bit stiff, but not enough.

"Not with you here," I protested.

"Yes, with me here. Oh, for heaven's sake!"

She grabbed my cock and it started to rise.

"See, I knew you wanted one!"

She got some pink liquid from a bottle and used it to massage me.

"How's that for a male fantasy! Now just get on with it and come!"

Ohmigod! Being wanked by my mother! She had asked me to come for her! I just tuned into it, and had a huge coming, gasping as she caught most of it in her hand.

She wiped most of it off with tissues and told me to go and wash.

"Don't bother to get dressed, just come straight back," she said.

I could hear the TV downstairs, so guessed Amanda was still there, and went to the bathroom.

Mum was still sitting on the bed. She told me to come closer and show it to her. Her face was close, and I felt her hand lifting my balls! Then her hand was around my cock, still greasy with the pink stuff. Where was this leading?

Suddenly I felt something cold and metallic, and there were some clicking sounds. I looked down and my cock was in a sort of cage, a bit shorter than my flaccid state, so compressing it a bit.

"What the fuck?!"

She smiled.

"It's called a chastity cage. Your dad used to wear it regularly, and you're going to get used to it. We'll try two hours now, then you can go to bed. We'll gradually increase it. When you manage it all night from ten to six, I'll give you another wank."

"By the way, nearly forgot."

She snapped a small padlock onto it.

I argued, but in the end, I gave up. In about half an hour she came back and asked me where it was uncomfortable, so she did something (maybe changed a part?) so it was OK until she released.

I spent half the night and most of the day thinking of arguments and fearing what would happen if she kicked me out. I'd have to find a place to live and start looking for a job. What I knew of friends on the dole wasn't encouraging. I didn't really know much about anything else but our shop.

Next day she had some clear oil and I wore it for three hours. It was weird but not too uncomfortable, so I put up with it. I had to sit down to piss while wearing it.

Then it was four hours.

After that I had to sleep in her bedroom in Dad's old bed. She put it on last thing and took it off when I begged her. It was usually when I got a piss hard-on. Eventually I managed until the alarm went. She told me to go and have a pee. When I came back, she removed it and tossed me off with the oil!

I told Amanda I was truly sorry.

I went back to sleeping in my room. Mum caged me as soon as Amanda went to bed, and undid it while Amanda was having a shower in the morning. I had to go for week before she wanked me. It had never felt so good!

Finally she gave me the ultimate challenge. Twenty-four hours. And if I did, then I could fuck her!

CHAPTER 4

Amanda

After a while, Mum told me what was going on, and showed me a cage for my brother's cock! It held it pointing down, so he couldn't get hard, but he could pee through it and wash in the shower. I thought it looked disgusting and a bit cruel, but she said men managed fine when they got used to it. She said she had put it on Dad to protect me when she wasn't around. It had come from America where some women used it to stop their husband straying. She had heard about it at the hairdressers, so got one. It had some different bits to change the size. There was a padlock, and she gave me a spare key in case of emergency, and told me to keep it somewhere Felix wouldn't look.

She had trained Felix to go all night. Now she was training him to last all day and night, so that she could be away, and not worry. That's why I had the key. I suppose it was a couple of weeks when she told me he had managed all night, so he was now going to wear it during the day, and I might notice.

I could see a bit of a bump, I suppose, but not as much as when he had an erection, and I had seen that bulge in his jeans often enough. Of course, then it had been deliberate, getting it up before coming into the room and making some remark with a big smug grin.

I think the first time I looked, he gave that grin again. Yes, he wanted me to know that he was wearing the cage. Probably thinking how he was so dangerous he had to be caged, and wanted me to know it. Although there were a few occasions, when he spoke quietly to Mum and I they went off together. I guess he found he wasn't tough enough to take it anymore, and had to be released for a while. I really didn't like thinking about it.

After a few weeks, Mum told me he was sorted. He wore the cage all the time, but she let him out to have a wank once a week, until he got another girlfriend, of course.

Somehow that never happened. He doesn't go out drinking any more, which helps, just plays games online or is on social media or discussion sites. Mum says he just needed discipline and is happy with it. She says Dad was the same until his aortic aneurism suddenly took him away.

I guess it means Felix has got used to not thinking about sex. A wank a week must be enough. He just behaves like a loving brother, never anything inappropriate. It means Mum can go off for a few days with her female friends, and I'm safe. She even went for a fortnight to Crete with Wendy this year. I offered Felix the key after a week so he could have a wank, but he said he'd wait for Mum.

Ozzie and me got back again, and are now engaged. Mum says when we get married, I should try caging him. I quite like the idea of only having sex when I want it, and being sure he's faithful.

Felix:

Twenty-four hours meant when in the shop, of course. I decided it wasn't too noticeable, and I was behind the counter most of the time. Amanda noticed though! I guess Mum must have told her. After a bit I decided I wanted her to know what her brave brother was going through. All because she had made such a fuss about a natural bit of affection.

Anyway, I was going to fuck my mother! How cool is that? Of course I don't fancy her, but I know she fancies me. Well naturally. In some societies it's normal for mothers to teach their sons how to please a woman. Or was it in olden times? I'm not sure. It was on the internet, anyway. At least she's got big tits, and I think she's past having babies, so it's safe. Nothing wrong with incest so long as you don't breed. Consensual of course.

Maybe it's a bit of a game for her. It's an excuse for her to fuck me, pretending it's training. And removing the competition, of course.

It turned out to be more difficult than I expected. I was around my sister all the time, and I think she's got pheromones because she likes me. And I couldn't help look forward to my first fuck with Mum. So my cage had to do a lot of restraining, and I had to give up and get released for a wank.

Worst of all, Mum said because I was wanking every day, I'd have to go 48 hours before getting a fuck!

OMG! When I finally managed the time, I felt so proud. Mum gave me a kiss on the lips, and told me to have a shower. My cock looked so small, when she took it off. In the shower it expanded a bit, but was still floppy when I got back to her. She was in her nightdress, which I'd often seen before. She told me I wasn't to put my hands in or on her panties, but was welcome to the rest, then French kissed me. Which was a bit of a shock, actually. I'd never thought of it with my mother, but now she was coming onto me sexually!

There was a bit of hugging and groping, but she didn't touch my cock. Then she took her nightie off and I buried my face in her huge tits, grabbing and kissing them. I wasn't thinking about my cock until she took it in her hand, which was a thrill. It was hard but got harder as she gently squeezed and tugged it.

"You can fuck me now," she said, and took off her panties and lay down.

What could I do, but plunge in? It was incredibly slippery and juicy. Afterwards, I thought it must be the lubricating oil she used on my cock and the cage. She had her arms around me and was stroking, but all I was thinking about was banging her as hard as I could.

"Good boy," she said, as I shot my load in, which made me laugh afterwards.

I don't know if it was the denial before it, or the fact that it was Mum, but it was probably the best fuck I had ever had.

Afterwards we kissed and cuddled, and I spent more time feeling her tits.

Then we washed and she caged me again.

"Same time next week," she said as she locked me.

And it was the week after that, and the next week and the next. I don't really go out much now. There's so much to do online these days, and I've got loads of friends online for games and discussion boards. I quite like my cage now. I get really good sex once a week with a wonderful woman, and don't need to look elsewhere and get rejected.

We're a happy family. I love my sister. But I love my mother more.