Family Submission Pt 02

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise showed, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this story are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are adults over the age of eighteen.

Family Submission Pt. 02

"Sarah, what the hell?! Have you lost your mind? Your brother is in charge of you, and you're having sex with him? I can't believe what I'm hearing. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

That's my best friend Lindsey. I received permission from my father to tell her about my new life. My mother and father believe it's best if I have at least one person who I'm close to that I can confide in. They tell me it will help me not feel isolated.

"Lyndsey, calm down." I replied. "I know this is a lot to take in."

"Calm down?" Lyndsey exclaimed. "Are they forcing you to do this? We can get you help. I'll call the police right now."

"No, wait, I don't want that." I answered, trying to get the conversation back under control. I didn't expect Lyndsey to understand my new life immediately or even accept it, but her reaction surprised me. "At first I didn't know how I felt, but over the last month I've grown to accept it. Hell, I even see some benefit to it, and it's not all bad."

Lyndsey sat on my bed, looking at me for a moment before answering. "Your brother has sex with you when he wants, and you have to do whatever he says. How is that not all bad? Your brother is an asshole, making you do all those things. And your father is the king pervert for forcing this on you. We need to get your out of this house."

"OK, first, calm down." I replied, getting a little pissed that she was still upset and not listening to me. "You don't have to like the situation, and I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to be my friend and accept I'm ok with it. My brother is not an asshole. He's trying to figure this out as well, and let me tell you, he's not taken advantage of the situation as much as I thought he would. I'm taking a chance telling you, but you're my best friend. If anyone would support me, I thought it would be you. If our family's lifestyle gets out, we would be in trouble. My mother would lose her job, my father would lose clients, and my brother and I would be persona non grata at school. Our family would be pariahs in this town, forcing us to move."

"Well, damn, Sarah, I don't want that." Lyndsey answered, calming down a bit. "You know I love you. We've been friends since elementary school. I guess I just don't understand how a grown woman accepts what you have and why you don't leave."

That was a good question. Why didn't I leave? When I left off before I was standing in my room on display while my brother wrote my new rules. He took a break periodically to either play with me or have me play with him. I spent more time that day on my knees in front of him, either sucking him off or stroking his cock. By the end of the day, it worked me up not having the chance to orgasm myself. When I brought this up to him, he just smiled. I thought that was the end, but right before bed, he came back into my room.

"Sarah, you've been good today." Dave began. "I think you've earned your orgasm. You will, however, need to work for it. I'll lay down and you can have as much pleasure for yourself as you can get. Since you're not on birth control, I've brought a condom."

With that, my brother undressed and laid down on my bed. He was totally naked. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, but there wasn't much in the way of muscle. He wasn't tanned, but he did share in my father's olive complexion. He just laid there smiling up at me. I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should take advantage. Oral sex was one thing, but doing this was passing a point of no return. I knew eventually I would need to. Hell, my mother's stories convinced me of that. Faced with it, however, caused me to hesitate.

I became nervous, but was knocked out of that by my growing desire for sex. I've never had a problem having sex. All I needed to do was choose a guy and he would do all the work seducing me. I never had to lift a finger. Here lay my brother, telling me I could have him if I wanted, but I had to take initiative. This was the opposite of what I was used to. This put me in a strange state of mind, causing my head to spin a little. I was horny, worked up, and a little dizzy. I stood there for a moment, and my instincts took over.

I was already naked, spending most of the day like that. I climbed onto my bed with him and grabbed his cock. I started stroking and tonguing, working him in and out of my mouth until he was hard. He had that same clean smell and sweet taste I grew accustomed to throughout the day. I loved it. While my hand was busy stroking my brother, my other hand rubbed my clit. I moved my finger in and out of my vagina, attempting to lubricate myself. It worked. Glancing up occasionally, I was met with Dave watching me intently and smiling. I opened the condom and rolled it down, stroking him a few more times to ensure he remained hard.

Not wanting to lose his erection, I quickly climbed on top and straddled him. Lining myself up, I inserted him carefully and slowly slid down. I closed my eyes while I did so. This wasn't out of pain or discomfort, but I found myself still uneasy with the fact my brother's dick was inside of me. My brain formed a mental image of my now ex-boyfriend. It was easier for me to picture that two-timing ass hat than face the reality of who I was fucking. I was too far gone, however, to stop. His dick felt wonderful, and my lust increased every second.

I started fucking him, slowly at first, then picking up speed. The entire time my eyes were closed, and I was trying to concentrate on any image that didn't include my brother. The feeling I was getting from riding him was almost more than I could handle. I could have orgasmed within the first minute, but I held off. I wanted to enjoy the sensations as long as I could. I didn't know whether Dave would make me stop once I did, so I kept pushing it down.

After a few minutes, I started working myself up into a steady rhythm when Dave said, "Open your eyes. I want you to look at me."

I did as I was told and our eyes met. I thought for sure I would lose whatever momentum I had, but the opposite happened. When I looked into his eyes, my stomach tied into knots and I started crying. It wasn't out of shame or humiliation, but love. The feelings for my brother broke loose and flowed over me. The last several years of frustration and aggravation toward my brother, and the seemingly unrequited love I felt for him, exploded. So did I.

My head flew back and my chest pushed out. My vagina gripped down on his cock harder than I had ever felt before. My entire body tensed, my feet curled, and my hands became fists gripping the sheets. Involuntary convulsions overtook my body, causing me to spasm, throwing my hips forward with each one. The result was my vagina gripped and pulled his dick with such force I was momentarily worried I may pull the condom right off of him.

When I gathered myself as the spasms subsided, I could focus on Dave while I still slowly rode up and down on him. I saw the effect my orgasm had; he was in the middle of his own. I didn't feel him cum because of the condom, but when I realized what he was doing, I orgasmed a second time. It hit me out of nowhere, and I started convulsing again. This one started in my vagina and moved in waves up my body until it hit my head, tensing me as it traveled.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a minute, the orgasm released me. My body relaxed, I lost all ability to hold myself up, and I collapsed. My brother is shorter, so his head was cushioned between my breasts when I fell forward. I don't think it bothered him; he buried his head between them and put his arms around me. I could feel his cock shrinking inside of me, so I pulled off slowly and rolled to the side. Dave kept his face between my breasts and never let go, his arms keeping me close and wrapping me up.

We lay there for a while, and I lost track of time as we both fell asleep. When I woke up hours later, my room was dark, Dave was gone, and I was covered up with my blankets. I rolled over and thought about the line we crossed. My head was telling me it was wrong, but my heart and body told me the opposite. I had plenty of orgasms up to that point, but that was the most intense one I experienced. I wondered why that was.

The only answer I could come up with was this was the first time I had sex with someone I loved. I thought I loved my boyfriends, but I had to admit I never did. The connection with my brother was deeper than any of them. It was at that point I realized just how connected I was to my brother. That put a smile on my face. I was happy. Happy that all the frustration and fighting was behind us. Happy that I had the closeness with my brother that I always desired, even though I didn't know it before. And finally, happy that I could be me.

I was no longer confused about my feelings for Dave. I could relax and welcome those feelings. Sure, most people wouldn't understand it, but I didn't care. The love I felt for him overcame me, and I started crying. I fell asleep with tears in my eyes. These were tears of happiness and relief, as all the stress and pent-up emotions fell away.

"Why didn't I leave?" I answered Lyndsey. "Because I love my brother. I don't know how to explain just how much, so you understand. I now know how my mother felt, and still feels, about her brothers. She said it's a bond that will never be broken, and I feel the same way. I would drop everything if my brother needed me. I don't see that changing, ever."

"Ok, I can see you're still here because you want to be." Lyndsey relented. "I'm still not onboard with everything, nor do I fully understand it, but I'll support you. You mentioned your brother didn't take advantage of you as much as you thought. What did he do?"

The more accurate phrase would be what he didn't do. That first Sunday was filled with sex. Naturally, I thought that would be my normal day, every day. For the first few days of the next week, it was, but it started tapering off. By the end of the week, we had sex maybe once or twice a day. To be honest, I wanted more. I finally reached a point of accepting it, and sex was always a favorite activity of mine. My brother didn't seem to need it as often, to my disappointment.

Once the novelty of having sex anytime he wanted wore off, so did the frequency. I didn't know whether to take it personally. By the end of the first week, my brother didn't have me strip as much either. He still kept tabs on my ass and monitored how it was healing, putting lotion on a few times a day. Other than that, I wore normal clothes. And that was another thing, my wardrobe.

If I were to place a bet at the beginning of the week, I would wager that my brother would dress me sexier. I would have lost every cent. Half way through the week, he sat me down and told me he thought I dressed too provocatively. Now, my clothes aren't conservative, but neither are they slutty. Like my mother, I like the attention I get from men when I wear something revealing. My brother was dead set against that.

Dave told me he pays considerable attention to other women and how they dress. He fancies himself as a people watcher. Not in a creepy way, mind you, but in how they interact. He was a shy kid, not getting his first girlfriend until late in his senior year of high school. Not having any game, as he called it, he watched how others interacted. He noticed that the girls who dressed slutty always got the jocks. That seemed fine with everyone involved, so no one lost out. The women who dressed more conservatively dated the boys who were more into their grades and studies.

He was in his second year of college, having graduated early. He noticed most of the jocks from high school were now on sports scholarships in college or working low-paying jobs. The boys who dated the more conservative girls, however, were almost all in advanced degree programs. These men would most likely go on to high-paying jobs, as would the women who dated them. They would end up as a power couple, two people with high-paying and prestigious jobs. That's what my brother wanted for me.

He watched me throughout high school, dating the jocks and having fun, and I continued that into college. It worried him I would end up married with kids to some washed out baseball or football player who wasn't good enough for the pros. So, he went through my wardrobe and pulled out most of my clothes. He piled them in bags and put them into storage in our basement. For the next week, after school and work, he took me shopping. He had been working since he could legally do so, spending very little of his money. His savings account was larger than I thought, and he spent a considerable amount on my new wardrobe.

Instead of tight t-shirts, short skirts, and formfitting jeans, I now wore casual but dressy clothes and business attire. I could still show off my toned body, but it was behind more conservative outfits. I noticed a change right away. Gone were the catcalls and attention from the jocks. This was replaced with attention from men I never gave a second glace to. Instead of any overt sexual attention, I had doors held open for me. These men, who I always referred to as geeks or nerds, were the most polite men I was ever around.

I would only walk into the cafeteria when someone would ask me if they could get me something. If I dropped a book or pen, someone quickly picked it up and handed it back to me. If I stumbled, someone would put out an arm and help me. Never once was a called "Babe," or "Honey." The men did this with no expectation of anything in return. They all seemed happy to spend a little time talking to me and enjoyed my attention.

I asked my brother about this and he explained it to me. These men were like him. Few beautiful women ever looked their way. When one gave them time, they soaked it up like a sponge. Did they want to have sex with me? Yes, of course, but none were aggressive about it like the men I previously dated. Most of them were perfect gentlemen. It was nice, but foreign. I didn't know how I felt about it.

My brother warned me, however, not to take advantage of the situation. I could use these men to get whatever I wanted, and they would spend money on me without hesitation. This was not the lesson he was trying to teach me. He wanted me to get used to socializing with them, including the women. If I were to be successful, these are the people I would need to network with. Many of these men and women would be successful in their lives, and the more friends I made among them, the more benefits I would reap in the years to come. After all, he explained, it's not only what you know, but who you know.

I asked my brother how he could have possibly figured this out, considering he was younger. He told me psychology always fascinated him and what makes people do what they do. He was considering a career in either psychology or psychiatry. It just all depended on if he wanted to dedicate time to the medical side of it, or just stick with the therapy. I guess I never paid attention to what my brother was interested in or what he was doing in school. After he told me, I saw him differently.

Gone was the skinny nerd that just wanted to give me a hard time and play video games. Replacing that image was a responsible man on his way to a respected career. This was a man that was far more intelligent than I ever gave him credit for. I could see my mother in him. He had her inquisitiveness and intelligence. My father is smart, but he is book smart. His intelligence exists in a narrow focus. Within that focus, his intelligence is a floodlight, illuminating everything in front of it. However, if you step a few feet outside of that beam, it's dark.

My mother has the real brains in the family. She's every bit as intelligent as my father, but she can apply that to more than just one avenue. When she sees something, she sees every angle. I was coming to realize my brother was the same way. Then there is me. I was just average in school, never sustaining top grades. I was more interested in having fun. That was the last change my brother surprised me with.

I spent most of the month buried in my books. Before, I would write a paper and be done with it. Not so with my brother in charge. He made me rewrite some of my papers five or six times. He frustrated the hell out of me, but I couldn't argue with the results. All of my papers came back graded above 95%. I've never consistently gotten grades that high. My teachers, at first, thought I was getting someone else to write them. A professor made me take a test based on my paper to see if I wrote it. When I answered all his questions, he reluctantly relented and let my grade stand.

"What did he do?" I answered Lyndsey. "He dressed me as a lady, taught me how to act as a lady, and made me into a better, smarter student. Keep in mind, this has only been four weeks and I'm already a different person. He's been strict, but not overly so. You've seen me at a couple of parties. Dave told me it's important to blow off steam, and I agree."

"Yeah, I saw you there, and I noticed you acting differently." Lyndsey replied. "Normally you drink more, but you hardly touched alcohol."

"That was Dave." I replied. "He told me if I came home drunk, he would beat my ass. It took me almost two weeks to recover from that first spanking, so I wasn't chancing that. Besides, I don't have permission to have sex with anyone else, so I wasn't chancing that either. Dave wants me to hold off until I meet someone I'm serious about."

"Dave just wants to keep you all for himself." Lyndsey shot back.

"That may be true." I answered with a smile on my face. "Sex is still a regular occurrence. Like I said, I would prefer more of it. I'm just horny most of the time, and when Dave is telling me what to do and shows confidence, it turns me on."

"Good Lord, girl, you need to stop!" Lyndsey teased me. "You sound like a love struck schoolgirl. You're a grown woman. Control yourself. And why did you wait so long to tell me?"

"I needed permission from my father before I could." I answered. "As I mentioned, we have to be careful about who we tell. We have to be sure we can trust them to be discreet."

"What about Dave?" Lyndsey asked. "Has he told anyone? My brother is his best friend, and he's given no sign he knows anything about it."

"To my knowledge Dave has told no one." I answered. "I'm sure if he did, it would be your brother."

Lyndsey's brother is Thomas. Their family moved next door to ours when I was in the second grade and Dave was just four years old. Having kids the same age naturally made our families close. Dave and Thomas started school together, and except for a few fights, they've been inseparable. I've been the same with Lyndsey, never even coming close to losing each other's friendship. I consider her a sister, and I'm sure she feels the same way. Before I could say anything else, my door opened and Dave walked in.

"Good evening ladies." Dave announced. "Lyndsey, I hope Sarah explained everything to you."

Lyndsey sat there was a stunned look on her face. She wasn't expecting Dave to walk in, as he's never done that before. I could sense a slight blush on her face when he addressed her. This response was no doubt brought on by seeing my brother in a new way.

"Yes, she did." Lyndsey stammered, attempting to regain her composure. "To say it surprised me would be an understatement."

"We need to get some things straight before this goes any further." Dave informed us. "Whenever our family brings someone into our confidence, we consider them part of our family, if they accept. In my mother's case, when her brothers brought their friends, my mother had to serve them as well. With you as part of our family brings with it some questions. How do we include you? What will your role be? You can't be included as part of the family and remain just an observer now that you know everything."