Tapes in the Attic

Tapes in the Attic

by Pan

Chapter 9

"Hello, Kiki," my mother chanted, just as my sister had all those weeks ago.

She was kneeling in the middle of the attic, surrounded by dust. It was almost surreal, seeing her in the exact same position as Kim had been.

Right before our lives had changed forever.

And just like my sister, Mom was staring, transfixed, at the small flickering screen. She looked almost... hungry, like Kiki's words were going to provide her a peace she hadn't felt since Dad passed.

Hell, who's to say that they wouldn't?

"Thank you for coming," the geisha said with a bow. Mom, of course, bowed back, her hands clasped together and her eyes closing for a moment.

Whatever was causing the tape's control, it wasn't disturbed my Mom momentarily blocking it out. When she reopened her eyes a second later, she was staring just as intently at the TV as before.

"I am Kiki Shimada, geisha of Kyoto," the woman continued. I didn't need to look at her to remember her every motion, her facial expression. Instead, I was staring at Mom, drinking her in.

I was doing this for only one reason, of course. For my sister. For Kim.

She'd started to lose her grip. I'm not saying I have a wondercock or anything like that, but it was clear that giving herself to me--and Kim truly had given her

entire

self to me--had completely transformed my sister. The tapes had told her what her purpose was, but when we'd... well, when we'd fucked, when we'd given each other our virginity's... that had clearly

shown

Kim what her purpose was.

And without it, she was starting to fall apart.

"I have chosen to present myself to you as the traditions of my people demand."

I watched as Mom nodded slightly, as though the white woman onscreen really shared the geishal traditions.

"You, too, will learn the ways of my people."

Kim and I were born in America, but Mom was born in Japan. Even having moved away, she was still 'really' Japanese. And yet Mom's eyes were wide, drinking in the 'geisha's' words as she promised to tell Mom about the ways of her own people.

"You will learn much from these videos."

"Thank you, Kiki," Mom said, bowing deeper than before. As she did, I couldn't help but notice the swell of her breasts.

Mom was bustier than Kim was. She wasn't, like, porn-star big, but where my sister was relatively flat-chested, Mom was... I dunno, larger.

Not something I'd ever really thought about before.

Not something I should have been thinking about then. I was only doing this for one reason, after all.

For Kim.

"These videos will teach you servitude," Kiki continued. "The joys of submission. The pleasures of obedience. You will learn to kneel, and you will learn to beg. To obey your master."

I had heard these words before. When Kim had watched the video, of course, but again and again since then--Kim had chanted them as she knelt in front of me, not even aware that her mouth was regurgitating the commands that the tape had implanted into her brain.

I could've said them along with Kiki.

My sister had resisted at this point. Only for a moment, but the idea of kneeling and begging and

obedience

--the very things that now defined her life--had been abhorrent to her.

Only for a moment.

But Mom didn't have that reaction. There wasn't even a hint of hesitation at the tape's words. She just stared forward, as though this was what she'd already believed. As though the tape was confirming what she already knew.

"This submission will fulfill you," Kiki continued. "It will bring you happiness. Your life will be filled with joy, your body and mind will become one. This is a promise."

I had never stopped staring at Mom's face (aside from one moment of weakness when she'd bowed), and the reaction I saw was not what I expected.

She was smiling.

Kim had taken more convincing than that. She'd fought against the tape's commands, trembling with resistance, doing all she could not to give in. To avoid throwing away her feminist ideals and allowing herself to become a slave.

But Mom accepted it without hesitation. A smile slowly spread across her face, and she nodded--a firm, confident nod of agreement.

"You will obey," Kiki continued. "You will submit. You will kneel. And you will beg."

"Do you understand?" I said, my voice ringing out in unison with Kiki's. I couldn't help myself--Mom had been swayed so easily. She was practically

eager

to accept her new role in life. She was nodding enthusiastically, her eyes bright as she agreed to what the video said.

"Yes," she said, her voice warm and full. "Yes, I understand."

"Good girl," Kiki said, and Mom practically glowed at the words. "You will obey. Say it."

"I will obey," Mom replied, her hands in her lap. They weren't wringing nervously or twisting with anxiety. They were resting, relaxed. "I will obey."

"You will submit. Say it."

"I will submit," Mom said with a smile.

"You will kneel," Kiki continued, with a tone that anticipated far more resistance than Mom was offering. "Kneel for me, now."

Mom was already kneeling, so I couldn't help but smile as she endeavored to kneel

even more

than she was already. Her ass had been resting on her feet, but she rose slightly, no longer resting on her... laurels? Is that what a laurel is?

At the same time, she lowered her head and hunched her shoulders. If I'd sat like that she would've hit me across the shoulders and scolded my posture, but I could see that she was trying to position herself into the most servile position possible.

I desperately tried to keep my eyes on Mom's face. As her shoulders had hunched forward, they'd pushed... another part of her body forward.

I continued looking at Mom's face, remembering my second rule.

"And now," Kiki commanded, "you will beg. Beg to learn the ways of the geisha. Beg for me to teach you how to unlock the submission inside you that will make you happy."

Kim had surprised me with her submissive response.

Mom's left her in the dust.

"

Please

, Kiki," Mom said, her accent thick as she threw herself forward, her forehead meeting the floor as she groveled before the tiny television. "Please,

please

, teach me how to submit. Teach me how to serve. I will do anything you say. Everything. I swear. My life is yours, to teach me the ways of the geisha."

Her desperate wail was cut off by the video: "Repeat after me, and you shall be rewarded with the greatest pleasure your master can offer."

"Anything," Mom groaned, her face still pressed against the dusty attic floor. I was glad she wasn't asthmatic, or the evening would've gone very differently.

"There is no greater pleasure than to please your master."

Mom surprised me again, looking up at the television, a desperation and hunger in her eyes.

"There is no greater pleasure than to please my master."

I'd lost track of how many times I'd heard Kim chant those words. I knew that she believed them, of course--she had proven to me, again and again, that my pleasure was her highest priority.

But even in her first utterance, Mom's complete and utter conviction blew her daughter's out of the water.

"There is no greater pleasure than to please my master," Mom said, and I knew that she meant it. More than she'd ever meant anything in her life, Mom believed that there was nothing greater than pleasing me.

Well, her master.

She didn't yet know who her master was going to be.

"You were born to serve. To live is to serve."

"I was born to serve," Mom echoed. Kim had said it in an almost sultry tone, a musicality to her voice that wasn't present in Mom's.

Instead, Mom said it as though she was swearing an oath before God. She said it as though her life depended on it; as though the words

were

her life.

"To live is to serve."

"You exist to serve men."

"I exist to serve men," Mom said without a hint of hesitation. For a moment I wondered if this was something she'd always believed... she'd never been afraid to speak her mind when she and Dad disagreed, but it wasn't like she'd exactly been marching for women's rights or anything.

Just as I had during Kim's 'initiation', I suddenly realized that I was hard.

Again, I feel compelled to mention... I wasn't attracted to my mother. I'd never once noticed her body. She was my

mother

, y'know?

But when a busty woman is kneeling, devoutly declaring her devotion to serving men's needs and giving them pleasure... and you know that she's about to be given to you, that you're about to be her master...

I was only doing this for Kim. I had a rule. I'd stretched it further than I'd wanted to, but it stopped here.

I could never show my Mom the second tape.

Never

.

Kim was more than enough to take care of my needs. I definitely didn't need a

second

family member kneeling at my feet, servile and obedient, ready to do anything I asked.

Mom's exposure to the tapes stopped here.

"In life, it is the duty of a woman to please her master."

"In life, it is the duty of a woman to please her master."

Mom looked--and sounded--more passionate than I'd ever heard in my life. Except for when she was mad, she was always... not 'flat', exactly.

Reserved.

As she chanted her devotion to her master, she was anything but. The tape had blasted away her inhibitions; Mom was being more real, more raw, than I'd ever seen before.

"You will kneel before your master. You will do as he commands."

"I will kneel before my master. I will do as he commands."

"You will submit to your master. Alone, you are nothing. But with him, you will find purpose you never dreamed possible. He will give you purpose. He

is

your purpose."

It was too easy to remember Kim in the same position, staring wide-eyed as she spoke the words that would change her life forever. That would

define

her life forever.

Kim had said the words proudly, but she had nothing on Mom. There was pure determination in Mom's voice. Passion.

"I will submit to my master," she said, sounding like she was swearing her soul over to the devil. Not that Mom believed in the devil. "Alone, I am nothing. But with him, I will find purpose I never dreamed possible. He will give me purpose. He

is

my purpose."

I stared at my mother. She meant it. Kim had meant it, of course--her actions had proven that over and over again.

But Mom

meant

it. It felt less like the tape was converting her, and more like it was bringing out truths that she fundamentally believed.

That was nonsense, of course. Maybe I was just trying to justify showing her the tape, something that I knew--I

knew

--was crossing a line.

But it was impossible to deny, Mom was taking this on so, so much faster than Kim had.

"You will kneel before your master. You will do as he commands."

"I will kneel before my master. I will do as he commands."

"You will do as he commands."

"I will do as he commands," Mom said again. This time, her voice was no louder than a whisper. She spoke less like someone talking to a tape, and more like someone quietly praying, not caring if anyone but whoever she was praying to heard her.

"Your body exists to serve him."

"My body exists to serve him."

I steadfastly continued staring at Mom's face. At her

face

.

I knew what came next.

"Your master stands beside you," Kiki said, and Mom's eyes broke away from the TV.

Kim had only glanced at me for a moment, before returning her attention to the television set. To Kiki.

Mom stared up at me, her face covered in dust, dirtier than I'd ever seen it. But she wasn't looking at me like a mother looks at her child.

She had a look of complete adoration. Of reverence.

It was a look I'd only seen once before--on Kim's face, after the first time we'd had sex. When I'd taken her, made her mine.

"Your master will take care of you," Kiki said. Mom's eyes were burning into mine, tears welling up as she repeated them.

"My master will take care of me."

"You exist for your master's pleasure."

"I exist for my master's pleasure," Mom said, arching her back.

I continued staring at her face.

"You are his."

"I am his," Mom whispered, staring into my eyes, a hungry look on her face.

I stared at my mother, kneeling in front of me, looking up at me with worship in her eyes.

I remembered what had happened next with Kim. I'd called her a 'good girl', and she'd... she'd cum. Just at those few words of approval, she'd reached orgasm. Without touching herself, without me touching her.

I licked my lips nervously. Just two words would be all it took. With two words, I could watch my Mom.... I could watch her...

No. I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, and counted to ten. And when I opened my eyes and saw Mom staring obediently. up at me, I closed my eyes and counted to ten again.

"S-stand up," I said, trying to remember why I was here. Why I'd done this.

My rules. Three simple rules. All I had to was... stick to the rules.

That was it. That was all I had to do.

"Yes, master," Mom said, practically shuddering with pleasure at the word.

In order to have two children, I know my parents had to have sex. We might have been a little repressed, but I knew that much at least.

But I'd never once thought about... y'know,

what kind

of sex they might have had.

As Mom lovingly called me master, as she stood up and stood obediently in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder if... y'know, if

that

had ever been part of their sex life.

If Mom had ever called my father 'master'.

No. No, I immediately decided that no, they hadn't. In fact, more than that, I decided that Kim and I had been test-tube babies. Or adopted!

Of course, if we'd been adopted,

really

adopted, I could have...

I closed my eyes and counted to ten once again.

"You're going to act as normal as you can," I commanded, and Mom nodded, her big, dark eyes never leaving mine. "You're going to go shopping, you're going to clean up the house, and when anyone else is around, you're going to act like we're just a.... just a normal mother and son."

Which we are,

I reminded myself.

Just a normal mother and son.

*A normal mother, who calls her son master. Who is dedicated to his pleasure. Who's just one tape away from... *

"And whenever Kim and I are in a room with a closed door, you will never knock or try to enter," I said, loudly enough to drown out the taboo thoughts. "If your children are alone,

you will leave them alone

. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master," Mom said, her eyes staring through me. "I will obey. I will submit. I will do whatever you command."

"Mom... " I said warningly, my voice more ragged than I would've liked.

"There is no greater pleasure than to please my master," Mom finished, and for a moment I thought she was going to cum. Just from repeating her mantras, I thought Mom was going to cum, standing right there in front of me.

She was right on the edge, I barely resisted the urge to say "Thanks," worried that would set her off. I could've done it. I could've

justified

it. Thanking your mother, that wasn't breaking any of my rules.

Thanking your mother was a nice, normal thing to do.

But I didn't. Instead, I nodded. One quick, terse nod--not enough to set her off.

Not enough to make my mother cum.

And then she bit her lip, and I left the attic as quickly as was humanly possible.

I went downstairs and straight to my sister's room, where--thank the Lord--she was waiting. She was kneeling beside her bed, repeating her mantras, but at the sound of my approach she looked up at me with a smile.

"On the bed," I commanded, and--as you'd expect--Kim obeyed immediately.

I barely remembered to close the door. I didn't even know what would have happened if Mom had come downstairs and seen us at it. After the first tape, my sister had refused to do anything even remotely sexual--I'd never pushed it, never risked jerking off in front of her, so I had no idea how she'd react.

Would Mom snap out of it? Would she react like a normal mother would, at the sight of her son and daughter having sex?

Or would she have enjoyed it? Would she have appreciated her new master's... command.

"Strip," I ordered, and Kim obeyed instantly, lust in her eyes, submission in her gaze.

She quickly removed her clothes, revealing her body to me. I'd been fantasizing about this for days, and just the sight of her skinny form was almost enough to make me cum, but I wanted to fuck her again. I

needed

to fuck her again.

"Condom," I groaned, and Kim's hand moved as fast as a snake, grabbing one, ripping it open, pulling it out, and lovingly rolling it onto my erection. I had kicked off my pants while she stripped, but I was still wearing my shirt, shoes, and socks--I didn't care. I was so worked up from watching my mother's initiation, and for the first time in what felt like years, I was finally able to take full advantage my sister's body again.

To take full advantage of the accidental discovery in the attic.

As soon as the condom was on, I spun Kim over, onto all fours. She gasped, and I laughed at her reaction, grabbing her hips roughly. She spread her legs wide, showing me her pussy, already wet.

Kim had been waiting for this just as desperately as me.

Without hesitation, I moved myself into her. She moaned in pleasure, and I took a moment to savor the feeling of being inside my sister once again.

I began thrusting into her, slowly at first, getting used once more to the feel of her tight pussy. But soon, I was pounding into her, driving deep into her.

Kim cried out in pleasure, and I smiled. The sex felt amazing, of course--it's sex!--but it was just as hot knowing that my sister was just as into it as I was. More, perhaps.

I could hear her chanting her mantras under her breath as I repeatedly entered her. I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd just done--not with guilt (though I knew that would come later), but with lust. The sight of Mom, dust on her face, chanting her submission to me...

"Louder," I gasped, and my sister didn't even hesitate to do as she was told.

"My body exists to serve my master!" Kim said breathily. "I exist for him to use, and he may use me as he pleases."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Obey. Submit. Please your master!"

Again, Kim didn't miss a beat.

"I will obey. I will submit. I will--oh!--kneel. There is no greater pleasure than to please my... to please my master! Oh! There is no greater pleasure than to please my master!"

My sister continued trying to obey my last command, but as her body shook with orgasm, her words became garbled, disconnected syllables falling from her mouth. Her pussy clenched and twitched as she came, bringing my own release closer.

Just as she finished shuddering through her climax, I felt my balls tighten, and just as I could comprehend her words once more, I unloaded into my sister.

"I was born to serve," she said, as she lay trembling beneath me, her body soaked in sweat, her breathing ragged. "To live is to serve. I exist to serve men."

"You exist to serve men," I agreed. "You're mine."

At my words, another aftershock of her orgasm rippled through Kim's body, and I pulled her closer. For the first time, I could enjoy a post-coital cuddle with my sister.

For the first time, I knew there was no risk of Mom discovering us.

No matter how conflicted I felt about what had just happened, I knew it had been worth it.

Chapter 10

After that, it was constant.

Whenever Kim and I were together, I'd be inside her. We didn't even need a bed. So long as there was a door we could close, I could take my sister however I wanted.