Sister in Charge

I had just recently finished college and moved back home with my Mother and Sister while I was applying for jobs. It had been nearly two months and I still wasn't having very much luck. I honestly wasn't worried about money because my Father had passed away several years ago leaving our family fairly well off. By no means was I going out to buy a Bentley or Aston Martin but we weren't worried about money, I just wanted a job. I spent most my days applying for jobs and playing video games. Went out with a few friends on occasion but most had real lives.

Let me introduce my family a bit here. My Mother is named Britni and even in her late 40's, she is gorgeous. She is average height with dirty blonde hair and a tone full body. Not thick but curvy. She does keep herself in shape. She could have any man she wants but since my Dad died I don't remember ever seeing her with any. Made sense later on. My Mother never was one to yell or even discipline us really. She was near a push over. My Sister and I both took advantage of that.

My Sister is Sara. She is a tad shorter than our Mother but she body type though her breast are a fair amount bigger. She is a blonde but does not fit the stereotypes at all. Sara is 20 and four younger than myself. She has always been sure of herself and head strong. I never noticed how in charge her attitude was till after college, she was just herself and it never seemed odd. She had quite a few boyfriends as we grew up but I do know she was sexually active. I use to masturbate to her having sex in the room next to me. She screams a lot and loud.

Myself, I am Jeff. I am 24 years old and average height. I have brown hair. Average build. I am really nothing special. Spending most my life behind a video game screen and single. I have had a few girlfriends and while I am not a virgin, it's been a while. Just me.

Here we are, a Wednesday night and I went to bed early falling asleep about 8pm. I woke up at 11ish and got out of bed to get something to drink. Nothing odd but as I walked by my Sister's room, I hear some moaning and noticed the door was open a crack. I was instantly horny and started moving towards the door to get an angle to peek in. What I saw made me stumble back, I was lucky enough to not make a noise but I was floored. I went back to look again to make sure and my dick sprang up even more. My Mother was knelt down in front of my Sister.

I couldn't stop from rubbing my cock as I watched. My Mother had her hands behind her back attached to her ankles. She was naked except for a cat ears and a tail protruding from ass. She was licking at my Sisters cunt and she must have been doing a great job from the noises my sister was making. My Sister was wearing a leather outfit that left her breast exposed and held up fishnet stockings. Her heels almost made my cock explode.

"Dirty fucking slut! Did I tell you stop licking?" Whack! The crop in my Sisters right hand came down hard on our Mother's bare back.

Our Mother moaned loudly, "I am sorry Mistress. Your cunt licker deserved that." She pushed her face back into my Sisters waiting cunt and got back to work. I could see the juices running down our Mother's face as worked my Sisters cunt.

Whack! Whack! My Sister hit her twice more on the back. Our Mother moaned loudly into my Sister's cunt. "I think you earned your desert my lovely kitty slut. Would you like your milk my slut?" Without moving her face from the cunt, my Mother nodded vigorously. My Sister stepped back and when she did I saw my Mother's tongue still licking like a wild woman. My Sister pushed her cunt forward and spread her lips apart with her fingers. Our Mother moved her open mouth to just underneath Sara's cunt. I came the moment the stream of piss hit our Mother's open mouth. I quickly tucked my still cumming cock into my shorts and moved back to room. I heard my Sister telling our Mother how proud she was of her as I shut my door. I cock never got soft that night as I stayed awake listening to moaning. When I finally did fall asleep, I went to bed wondering what the fuck I had just witnessed and what it meant.

The next morning I woke wondering if it was just a realistic dream and if it was, what that meant about me. I changed quickly and went downstairs to get some food. Sara was sitting at the kitchen table in a short kimono style robe that left nothing to the imagination. My Mother was looking something at the stove in a similar robe. As I sat down across from Sara my cock sprang up.

"Have a good night sleep Big Brother?"

I shifted slightly, "I guess. Weird dreams but nothing new." I poured myself some cereal as our Mother started to put freshly cook eggs and sausage on Sara's plate. I was a bit jealous then my Sara pushed her chair back slightly and spread her legs. Our Mother instantly went her knees and started servicing Sara right there. I almost choked.

"Did you enjoy the show last night my perverted Big Brother?" She slide a piece of sausage in and out of her mouth before taking a bite. "I have been waiting for you see us for weeks. She is quite good at her job and she loves it. Would you like to replace her? You can you know. All you have to do is swear to do everything I command of you." She started to moaning as her head rocked back.

I just looked at her lost and confused. "Just rub your pathetic little cock Brother. It means nothing to me and Mother has her obsession already." Again I just stared at her dumbfounded until she reached over and slapped me hard across the face. "I said rub your pathetic little cock you fucking freak. NOW!" I did. I don't know why I listened but I did. "Pussy slut stop." Mother did instantly.

Sara stood up and picked up a piece of sausage off her plate. She moved in front of me while rubbing it across her wet pussy. "Open your mouth for me my new slut." I did and she fucked my my mouth with that sausage. She commanded me to cum and I did. She told me I was her new toy and I was. She told me was proud of me and I was pleased. She told our Mother to get the cage and I watched as placed my flaccid cock in it. She informed me that I had just touched my cock for the last time and I believed her. She told me I was hers now and I knew she was right.

I know it seems so quick. Maybe I should have resisted more. I should have struggled against her. For better sake of words, she had been conditioning me her whole life for this. She was always in control at home, even when Dad was alive. He ran the household and she ran the family. So when she took all the control that morning, I couldn't question it. If I am honest with myself, I didn't want to question it. I wanted it. I needed it really.