Disclaimer: This story contains acts of incest and extreme fetishes that may be sensitive or triggering to some. All Characters and events are fictional.
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Ever since I was a child something about my family just seemed off. I was adopted at an early age, and that in and of itself would naturally cause any child to question the nature of their upbringing. However, that never really seemed to bother me.
Compared to other families I would see, like my friends, or a family I saw on TV. My family seemed to have a much different dynamic. Joanna, my mother always expressed her love for me, and most certainly treated me as her own, but she was a strong disciplinarian. For even the slightest misbehavior, she would punish me. Spankings, time out, grounding me, etc, and as I got older, the discipline intensified. Even my Aunties on my mom's side, Teressa and Gabriella, were very strict. If I even slightly misbehaved, they would step in and punish me. The strange part to me was that I was never disciplined by any male figure. My mother was single, so I never had a father growing up, but even my uncles never so much as yelled at me. They would just simply inform my mom or one of my aunts if I did something wrong.
Sure, maybe my mom was just super strict, but what bothered me the most was that she never punished my sisters. I mean, I saw my younger sister, Zoey, get yelled at and have things taken from her, but as she got older, her and my older sister, Vicky, rarely got in trouble for anything.
My older brother, Derick, left home when I was still pretty young. Only because he went off to college and landed a job out of state, but whenever he was in town, I would talk to him about the way I was treated. He told me not to worry too much about it, and that our mom just believed boys needed more discipline than girls. He assured me it had nothing to do with me being adopted.
As I entered my teen years, I made sure to stay in line as to avoid any disciplinary action, and for the most part it worked. My mom bragged about how well she raised me, but just like any child, I made mistakes, and when I did, I knew what to expect.
My sisters on the other hand were spoiled brats. They were privileged beyond belief. Plus, they loved to team up against me. Sometimes lying to our mother just to get me in trouble.
Throughout the years, I felt as if they never had any repercussions for their actions. In fact, if I so much as interfered with them having their way, they would go straight to mom and insist I be punished. Sure enough, they always got their way. I would be bent over in no time getting a good whoopin while they watched and laughed. It was cruel and embarrassing to say the least.
The unfortunate thing, was that they were well aware they had this advantage and never hesitated to flex their power over me. They would force me to do chores for them such as folding their laundry, even putting me to ridiculous tasks like giving them and their friends pedicures. Whether my mother knew about this was irrelevant. If I didn't do what they said, they could make up almost anything and my mother would believe them.
Things really started getting out of hand when Vicky became an adult. My mom pretty much granted her the same authority over me as any other woman in the family. Including the full ability to discipline me. As bratty as my sister was, she was not as understanding as my mother. If she didn't like something I was doing, punishment was certain.
As I neared adulthood, and became of age to start questioning authority, I started slowly confronting my mother about the unfair balance of life between men and women in our family. Surprisingly, she was more than willing to hear me out and provide full explanations on her stance.
She confessed she was aware of the double standards taking place in the household and provided wholehearted answers as to why she believed in that particular dynamic. Her main stance was that the world would be a much better place if men just obeyed the women in their life, and that for too long men have had their way, leading to devastating results in our world today. Like violence, rape, and corruption in politics.
My mother was an extremely intelligent person, and I admired her for that. In fact, if she told me to do something, she always provided a valid reason, and that helped me in staying comfortable with the way things were. I never felt abused by her, and figured every decision she made for me, truly was in my best interest.
As I got closer and closer to becoming an adult, my mother would have to go talk to my sister sometimes as her ways of disciplining me were becoming too creative. Sometimes, she'd have to double check with our mom first before punishing me, and would get frustrated when she wouldn't approve.
I never quite got what they would argue about, but one day I overheard them having a long talk. The words were hard to make out, but what I specifically remember hearing my mom say was, "he's not an adult yet. Once he's an adult and has the judgment and ability to willfully consent, fine, but as of now that's not going to be an option." I couldn't tell what my sister said in return, but heard my mother saying, "and even then, I want you to wait until I've had the opportunity to fully explain everything."
I remember hearing that conversation and wondering what they were talking about, but at the same time, I knew it could be anything good. Either way, I figured I would find out once I was an adult.
Sure enough, high school came to an end, my 18th birthday had passed and nothing had changed. I never noticed anything different. My mom and my sister still treated me the same. However, that all changed one night.
I respected the rules of the house as best as I could, but just like any 18 year old boy, I had sexual desires and whenever I could secretly fit it in, I would masturbate. I had never been caught before, thankfully, but I honestly had no clue what would happen if I were. Inevitably though, I was caught eventually, and by Vicky of all people.
I remember hearing a few creaks in the hallway outside my room one day while I was looking at porn, and that should've set me off guard and caused me to stop, but I ignored the sounds, thinking it was nothing and that I was just being paranoid. It turned out that Vicky had actually opened my door quietly and spied on me as if she knew the whole time. She snuck up slowly behind me, and just as I saw her reflection on the screen of my laptop, she began shouting. I nearly hurt myself attempting to tuck my penis back into my underwear and close the browser but it was useless, I was busted.
"Oh my God, you fucking pervert!" She yelled breaking my relaxing moment of silence. "Just what the hell do you think you are doing?"
I struggled to answer as I fumbled to cover myself, but was quickly cut off, "no no, shut up. I can't believe I just walked in on you like this. I'm telling Mom as soon as she gets home."
"No please Vicky, don't tell Mom," I begged.
"How could I not? I mean, honestly, I should punish you for this right now, but I really think Mom needs to hear about this first, and I assume this is not your first time doing this in her home. Oooh, you are gonna get it so bad."
"Please Vicky, this is already embarrassing enough, don't tell Mom, please."
"Stop, just stop," she interrupted. Her eyes veered over to the computer screen. My attempt to close out the webpages had failed, and she was able to see the pictures of naked women I was looking at. "You know what, hand me your computer."
Reluctantly, I handed over the computer. I was thinking maybe I should've attempted to close the web pages real quick, but it probably would've just made her more angry with me.
"I'm going to confiscate this from you to show mom exactly what you were looking at."
"Vicky, no" I protest.
"Say no to me one more time and you're getting the belt understood?"
I saw her start to unbuckle the black leather belt holding her jeans up on her waist. "Yes ma'am, sorry" I replied lowering my head.
