[This story includes bodily functions as well as significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will make more sense if you read the previous chapters first but you don't have to in order to enjoy it. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her Women's Republic characters.]
Kate thought about her stepmother Jan's suggestion that she go to bed with her brother Steve. Just saying that made her conscious of the implications despite the undeniable fact that everyone in her family had been screwing everyone else since Kate attained her majority when she turned 18.
Before she left the family household to see her husband and wife nearby on her visit, she asked her brother Steve to spend a few minutes with her. Steve did a double-take, because now he expected any meeting with his younger sister would result in his being spanked or caned...or worse.
"Sure, Kate," he answered, trying to sound like he was being totally natural and not frightened. But he was.
Kate smiled and asked him to join her in her room, which remained as it had when she had lived at home. It wasn't totally girly or juvvie, but it did have more pink that an adult's, or certainly a man's, bedroom would have.
When they reached Kate's room, she closed the door and they sat on the bed. Kate spoke first and said that it had been a long time since they had been able to be together by themselves and that she missed him.
"I know you're engaged and about to marry Louise," Kate went on, "so I wanted to be with you here before that happened." She left unspoken what they both knew: that as "responsible woman" of the household, she had the exclusive authority to approve his marriage license application or not.
She took the initiative and put her arms around him and kissed him deeply.
"I do love you, Steve, as a brother," she told him. "I know that it hasn't all been easy for either of us and you've probably been very angry with me. I hope we can put that behind us as well as we can. Are you ready to do that?"
Steve looked at Kate and felt she had never seemed more alluring. Part of it was her obvious inner and outer strength and the sheer effect of her being called 'Colonel' at her still youthful age. He realized too that Kate was gorgeous. She had all the right curves and nice hair and a sweet face. He had trouble accepting that she was in charge of beating the shit out of correctional officers who screwed up. But from his own experience--not only had she spanked and caned him, but she had sent him to the retraining center--he knew she was.
"Kate, I do love you but I suppose I've been in awe of you," he began. "Yes, I appreciated what you did for me at my job in dealing with Glenda--although I never expected that you would end up marrying her--and I was furious when you sent me to the retraining center. But I've gotten over that, and it's been a long time. We've been together here, and I have no quarrel with your actions in charge of this household."
"I'd like you, if you feel inclined, to take me in your arms, Steve, undress me, and make fabulous love with me," Kate replied, rather surprisingly to Steve. She kept smiling at him and noticed that there was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
Steve decided that Kate was not the type to play games with him and given the ethos of the family--which had been to have open sex with everyone 18 or over--he stood as she did. Then he carefully unbuttoned her stylish patterned blouse, revealing her charming pale blue bra, and then unzipped and slipped off her suede skirt, which disclosed her matching panties.
Kate had been wearing espadrilles, which she tossed off. Then she unbuttoned Steve's blue oxford shirt, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his slacks, helping him to step out of them and his loafers. He had a white tee and boxers on. As she unhooked her bra, he took his boxers down and pulled them and his socks off. Kate responded by sliding her hicut panties down and off and Steve removed his tee shirt.
He proceeded to hold her tightly in his arms and kiss her sweetly on her mouth.
She then opened the covers and got into bed, motioning to him to join her. Steve anticipated that his sister would want to be on top, so he lay on his back. Kate looked at him, smiled, and pulled herself over so she was in the cowgirl top position.
Steve looked up at her, grinned, and felt between her legs, which let him know that she was more than ready. Kate then positioned herself so she could slide down onto his engorged cock, slowly accepting it in her wet channel between her legs.
She began to move herself up and down on his stiff rod, and he then responded by pushing up and then allowing her to slide down again. He found that this position made him feel better than he had expected. Kate was the moving party. She knew just how to, well, the right word to describe it was: fuck. It was very exciting and arousing--but very weird, too. He thought suddenly that this must be a little bit like the way girls experienced it when the guy was the one who moved in and out of them.
Then they repositioned themselves--Kate did not want to roll over and risk being separated--and Kate lay on her back now. Steve went between her spread legs and began to lick her sopping vaginal opening and insert his tongue as far as he could inside. He dabbed her risen clit with his tongue, too, and Kate was flying. It didn't take very long for her to cum hard and she put her arms around him to hold him tight against her breasts, and then she reached down to pull his cock back into her flaming cunt.
Now they fucked heartily. Both were engrossed. Steve knew he could not hold back for long and after they had been going at it with full force, Kate knew she was close to a series of orgasms, which began and convulsed her enough for Steve to explode deep inside her.
He now felt his erection fade as he slipped out of her. He rolled over on his side and they lay together calmly, with his arm around his sister.
"That was magnificent," Kate grinned at him.
"You won't find me complaining," he said lightly but then drew her into his arms for some more deep kissing.
Kate had a feeling she needed to respond to. "I need to use the bathroom," she said quietly. Steve looked in her eyes and asked if he might join her.
"Absolutely," she gleamed.
They had been alone in the house, so Kate had a towel for each to drape around their bodies as they walked down the hall, not very far, to the bathroom. Once inside, Kate locked the door.
Then Steve looked at her and she nodded affirmatively. He then positioned himself in the tub on his back and Kate squatted over his face looking at him. She did not say anything but after a few moments, she let out a strong stream of yellow pee aimed right at his face. He opened his mouth and took in the salty brew, swallowing as much as he could.
Steve had experienced this before, and he usually found Kate's piss all right to ingest. Her stream tailed off and she did not stand up so he assumed he was in for a pound, so to speak. Sure enough, she let out a small fart that anticipated what was soon to emerge.
Now his sister was still squatting over his face but he saw her anus pooch out and a brown spot became a large turd slowly moving out of her stretched hole. Then it just started to slide out quickly and landed on his face. It was solid, which he appreciated, despite the smell, which was vile. He did not take it in his mouth and Kate reached down with some toilet paper and picked it up and flipped it into the toilet.
He offered to wipe her and she handed him a bunch of toilet paper. He liked running it through her vulva, and then back through her anal area. He looked at it and it was barely marked.
"Nice going, Sis," he said gaily as she realized he was complimenting her on her "clean" excretion. "Oh," he added, "I guess I should have said 'Colonel'. Sorry."
