You might think that I'd solved all of the problems confounding my journey to enslave my mother and sister, and you would be mostly right, but fantasies, by their nature, are larger than reality. I still went to school and helped with chores and ran errands and generally acted like a responsible member of the family. By comparison, slave sex was just a part-time hobby largely determined by the women's needs.
For example, I was feeling especially randy a couple days after the breakthrough. I still jerked off about as often as before hot incest erupted in my life. The fact that each day was fraught with the possibility of banging either or both women was a constant turn on. I approached mom in her bedroom and asked. "I've been thinking about why you weren't into kissing me, the other night, but I've got nothing."
"You're a great kisser, Craig. But kissing isn't something I'll willing give to a sex god, unless he forces me." Talk about building confidence in your children!
"Saving it for Dad?" It seemed reasonable. Getting Mom's lips around my aching cock was very much on my mind that afternoon. Who needed kissing?
"Yes, but not exactly. Kissing taps into love differently than sex. You have to experience it to understand. I hope you meet someone who makes your heart sing someday."
"I could ask Dad for a steamy kiss, but would I feel what you feel?"
"That's not funny. And you already know the answer."
"Wanna fuck instead of talk?"
"I do, but I have to create this month's shift schedule."
End of example.
Nell arrived not long thereafter. She took off her work clothes in the living room. Standing in her dark blue bra and matching thong, said very nicely, "I need my Big Brother."
"Hands and knees. Crawl to my room." I didn't wait for compliance. I dropped the game controller and hopped up, striding into the hall. I had been preparing for her next slave session.
She crawled to my door, which I had closed, and bumped her head repeatedly against it.
"Who is it?"
"Whatever you're calling me, this time."
"That would be, my cum slut sister, for now. Who is it?"
"Your cumslut sister, Big Brother."
"What can I do for you?"
"Use me however you like."
"My favorite password." It actually was my password for [ONLINE SERVICE REDACTED] at one time. I opened the door and placed a bare foot on her face, having just cleaned it with an alcohol wipe. "Pay the price before entering." Before my foot covered her expression, she looked a little nervous - likely because the last she wanted was for Mom to find her down to her skivvies and crawling like a dog at my door.
Nell frowned but played along, sticking out her tongue, licking my sole and between my toes, and then sucking on my toes. It tickled like crazy, but I managed to not spazz out.
I let her crawl into my room and closed the door. The threat of our mother discovering her degraded like that, ended. I made her lick and suck my other foot before retreating to my bed and picking up the tool I had laid upon it. It was a special, leather switch. I showed it to her. "The is going to hurt a lot but only cause surface bruises."
Her frown deepened. She recognized that I was giving her a choice. If I hadn't she might have broken the game to escape the frightful thing. I explained, "Get me off with your mouth, and I'll spank you with my hand. But if you want a fat cock in your slut cunt..." I swished the switch through air. It made an impressing buzzing sound.
"What I want doesn't matter, Big Brother." My dear sister fumed but continued to play her part. The price of dick to satisfy her fetish would never be cheap. She bowed her head. She needed a heavy fucking that much.
I would have honored my offer to hand spank her if she sucked me off. When she accepted the higher price for the greater reward, I unexpectedly felt responsible to ensure we both 'won' our game. Despite my craving to master the women in our home, it must never feel like combat. Tug of war was not only a better metaphor but hundreds of degrees hotter.
"Plop your tits on my bed, my canine slut. Pull down your panties." I stood and stepped out of her way.
She crawled to my bed, rested her large but feminine bra on my rumpled comforter and reached back. Nell's lips tightened as she drew her underwear down and over her hips, expecting to be lashed immediately. She knew my wicked heart that well, but this time flaunting my new power might have worked against me. The switch in my hand was supposed to be very painful. My sister might have called bullshit if the amount of pain broke her lust. I had to integrate it into her desires.
"Tell me again why I'm going to punish you."
"I teased you, Big Brother. I took my own pleasure and abandoned yours. I'm very sorry."
Swish - bzz - CRACK!
"AAAA!!!" Nell shrieked. Her naked butt lurched away from the lash that left a bright streak across it. "GODS, that hurt!!"
"Swear to me, you despicable cunt, not the gods." CRACK!
"AIEE!!" Her head swiveled to me. "I beg you, Big Brother, let me get you off with my mouth. I can't take this!"
"Good, you actually suffered for your crime! It's too late to escape this. I'm not changing gears now. You've got five swats more, by my reckoning, for today's installment. During this punishment, you will remove your bra. If it's not on the floor at my feet before your fifth swat, I'll keep striking your cunt ass until it is."
SMACK! I struck slightly lighter and across a fresh section of her tight cheeks.
"OWW!" Nell's arms raced up her back, fingers working frantically to unhook her bra strap before I- CRACK!
"AAA!!"
CRACK!
Nell screamed.
"Nell?" Mom was at the ready, at the door. She'd never heard such pitiful cries from her daughter.
My hand holding the switch abruptly flew behind my back! Of course Mom would be worried! How the hell was I going to work this into the game?
The room went silent, but Nell was trembling. I couldn't see her face. I would have seen her grin. Suddenly her hands freed her bra strap, and before I could react, she shucked the deep cups off of her arms and threw it to the floor! "Price to pay, Mom. Big Brother needs this." She sounded brave, but her voice cracked with each sentence.
I interjected, "You can take my place, Mom, if you think you can teach your bitch daughter better. But she'll get a turn to swat you, so you'll know what it's like."
"I'm keeping my ears perked, My Son." She signaled the game could continue, but she'd stop us if she felt it necessary."
Although I had been cheated out of my challenge for Nell, I felt humbled. I landed the remaining two swats without great effort, but each stung. My sister's shrill voice rang out.
I didn't say anything else, just took down my pants and mounted my cock into my trembling sister's very wet pussy.
"OW!" She yelped when I thrust into her cunt. It wasn't because of my cock's heft. My crotch slapped the red stripes stinging her ass.
I gripped her hips and fucked at a good but not especially fast pace. "Cunt."
"Thank you, Big Brother." She groaned then. I couldn't figure out how she was still in the mood. Mom's interruption had shifted my perspective from domination to empathy. If I hadn't been horny as the heavens, I would have apologized and given my sister a free pass for a non-dom fuck. Nell's body rocked and writhed against my earnest strokes. She mewled and moaned.
I reached my right hand around her hips and fondled her clit.
"Rougher, Big Brother!" She rasped. "Please."
My other hand released its grip on her left hip. I grabbed her hair instead, pulling it firmly. "Big Brother loves his sister cunt." I meant it without regard for a sharp retort from her. I pinched her clit as roughly as she had requested. I fucked her faster, harder.
"NNNGGGHH!!!" She groaned loudly between grunts from invigorated cock thrusts.
My pounding pelvis pounded Nell's pussy into the side of my bed's mattress. The bed rocked wildly, bumping the wall loudly. I strummed my right thumbnail against her clit. She whined and squeaked and roared, "Stretch my cunt! Hurt me with that fat fucker!"
I almost got angry, worried that I wasn't bad enough for her. I tugged her hair and dug two fingernails into the underside of my sister's turgid clit! Nell squealed like a stuck pig. "AAA!!"
Then she was cumming, her body thrashing upon the bed and against my humping loins. "Yaaawwwwww!!!!" She howled!
Suddenly, I was crushed by a truck from Intense Ecstasy Freight. My cock slammed into my sister's cervix and pressure sprayed it for a dozen heartbeats, gushes of cum overflowing her tight cunt. She kept shuddering on my fat intruder, like her fetish had hit overdrive!
In the reverie of that moment, I reached up and hugged myself against her shuddering back. "This is what I'm talking about!" I panted, feeling a true connection with my feisty sister.
But the feeling was false, and I was an idiot.
"Get off of me, Creep!" Nell shouted and jerked away, pulling her dripping pussy off of my sagging pecker. Her face was flush from her orgasm, but her eyes looked - horrified!
Before I was aware enough to dodge, she walloped me with a fist! "I hate you!" To emphasize her hate, she glared at me while picking up her clothes and retreating through the door, not even caring if Mom was crouched on the other side.
Fortunately, Mom was wiser than both of her children added together. She waited for the hullabaloo to die down, Nell shutting herself in her bedroom, me slowing putting on my clothes after a quick wipe with a sock from the day before. Nell had left my door open, and I heard Mom knock on Nell's. "Can I come in?"
