Pt. 03 -- Christian and Toni
Tonia left the bathroom as her father/master went back down stairs, she looked over her shoulder at his naked form descending the stairs. She had never looked at his bum before, well, she told herself, you don't do you? She was surprised by how neat and tight it was, with dimples at the tops of his thighs. Then he went out of sight around the bend in the staircase and she forced her mind back to the task in hand.
She paused at the door to her parent's bedroom and knocked. The door opened slightly and her brother Christian looked out at her.
"Yes?"
"My master has a message for your mistress."
The door shut -- rather unnecessarily, Tonia thought, then after a long few moments opened fully, Christian holding it for her.
Tonia walked past him into her parents' spacious bedroom, lit only by the bedside lights. Like herself Chris was naked. His skin still held a little of last summer's tan, from working outside at the garden centre, she let her eyes slide down his torso to his cock hanging between his muscular thighs. As a brother and sister they had grown up with near and occasional complete nudity, but this was the first time that Tonia was aware of actually checking out her brother's package, and she realised in that area Chris compared favourably with her father.
She turned to look at the bed where her mother waited. Before she lowered her eyes -- as a good slave should - she took in the whole image of her mother sitting on top of the sheets on her bed, reclining comfortably nude against heaped pillows. Unconsciously she reflected the regal way her father had posed the night before. But the robe Toni had worn earlier at breakfast had gone, and her mother was exposed in all her luscious glory.
Like Chris, Tonia was used to seeing Toni in a bikini or even just bikini bottoms, but this morning it was as if her sexual awakening at the hands of her father had caused the scales to fall from her eyes and she took in her mother's full breasts, still sitting firm and high - with just enough sag - on her chest with large dark brown nipples, and a taut tummy, before sliding down to see a tiny trimmed strip on her pussy.
"Well?" Tonia was interrupted by her mother, who reached out and stroked Christian's arm as he stood next to the bed, as she spoke.
"Mistress, my master invites you to a naked lunch, and he invites you to bring your slave with you."
"And who is making this lunch?"
"Mistress, this slave will prepare it."
"Very good slave, but I shall send my slave to help you. Suggest to your master that we meet_" Toni looked at the clock beside the bed, "At twelve, in the snug. Will that be enough time slaves? Three-quarters of an hour?"
Tonia flicked a glance at Chris, who gave such a slight nod that anyone except for Tonia might have missed, "Yes Mistress, this slave was planning some soup, and baguettes, with sandwiches, if that would be acceptable?"
"Yes I think it would. You may both go now." And with an airy wave she dismissed them.
In the kitchen they started opening cupboards, and putting food on the central island.
"Tomato soup, some of those part-baked baguettes. I will get the bread in -- start slicing some of that farm house loaf Chris, and we'll do some ham and some salmon sandwiches." Tonia started nibbling at a crust off the loaf, "Should I do a salad?" She asked when she realised her brother was just looking at her. "What?"
"Well? How was it?" He asked, grinning, good naturedly.
For a second Tonia's head was full of the task of making lunch, then like a flood it all rushed back to her, "Oh God Christian!," She paused in what she was doing, "It was just wonderful, fucking incredible!"
"Everything you wanted?" Christian loved his sister's enthusiasm.
Tonia slid the part-baked bread into the oven and closed the door, "Oh yes, all that and more! This little girl got fucked good. How was your evening?"
"A gentleman doesn't tell," he told her with a straight face.
Tonia fixed him with her fiercest glare as she grabbed a wooden spoon from the table, "Don't make me assume my ultimate form, Christian!"
It was a threat they had both used on each other over the years, but threatened by his sister's upraised wooden spoon, Chris gave in.
Christian laughed, "Oh, it was pretty bloody good!
"After you went into the sitting room with dad, mum made me wait on the landing while she set up in their room.
"It was a bit like waiting for a bollocking. I mean I was dressed in just two pieces of chamois leather, but it was still like being outside old Jackson's office at school."
Tonia nodded, Mr Jackson was their deputy head-teacher at school and he made kids wait outside his office to build up the nervous tension.
"So?" Tonia asked her brother again.
Christian reddened, looking really uncomfortable.
Tonia leapt in, "I swear Chris, if you don't tell all, you won't be able to see any of my friends with a telescope!"
"Jeez Tonia!" Christian was very popular with Tonia's female friends, "It's just -- well, I don't like talking about it." And it was true Christian was well known amongst Tonia's friends as being very discreet.
"Pleeease Chris?" his sister wheedled.
Christian was torn, but the bond between himself and his sister won out and he gave in. Tonia's pulled lip and big brown eyes were far more effective than any threats to do with ultimate forms. "I'll tell you what Tee, come to my room this evening, and I swear I will tell you everything." He smiled as he buttered the bread for the sandwiches.
"What's funny?" Tonia asked him.
"Well -- er -- I" her brother laughed, "Yeah, I ended up painting mum's toe-nails."
"Nooooo!" Tonia laughed.
"Yeah," as he laughed Tonia noticed his cock jiggle, "Mum takes the word slave literally."
"Here!" Tonia handed him a butcher's apron, "Cover it up, I need to concentrate." She laughed.
The oven pinged and they started building everything they needed for a Naked Soup & Sandwich Lunch.
Tonia and Christian carried the food into the room that the family called the Snug just before eleven. The Snug was the Corley's family room with overstuffed sofas and chairs, it was the room where the family relaxed, unlike the sitting room where Tonia had spent the night before with her father. This was where they watched television, sometimes did homework, or just sat and hung out in.
They set the lunch things down on the large, solid coffee, and knelt on the cushions to wait for their parents.
Paul and Toni arrived together, and while it was a nude lunch, both arrived wearing open gowns, Paul his brown brocade silk dressing gown and Toni her pearl grey one. Despite the fact that they had both spent the night with different partners, there was a 'togetherness' about them as they walked into the snug. Paul held the door for his wife and she entered, he followed. They wore their nakedness like a crown, elegantly, proudly and blatantly sexual in intent, as if were the most natural thing for them to be so in front of their children. They sat together on the couch and indicated that their slaves should help feed them.
In between tending the needs of their 'owners', Paul indicated that Tonia and Christian should eat as well. The 'slaves' wolfed down sandwiches themselves. Tonia herself was starving.
Lunch done Paul indicated that Tonia should fetch the floor cushion she was sat on, and put it by his feet, which she did. Toni brought Christian to sit near her.
With everyone arranged Paul explained, "Your Mistress and I have no secrets between us, if one of us does something it is with the full knowledge_"
"And the consent_" Toni interjected
"Of the other." He finished. "What has happened this week-end is extraordinary even by some of the things your mother and I have done. I have enjoyed it, at so many levels, and so has your mother. If we let it, it could change so many things about this family, and not always in a good way. You have both grown up into sensible human beings and I think we can trust you both to behave in an adult way."
The 'slaves' nodded. "This has to be something that stays in family, not a word outside this house." Paul told them gravely. "If either of you needs to talk about what happened between us -- about how you're feeling, if you're conflicted - come and talk to us or talk to each other. We don't know all the answers but we should be your first stop."
"We're not saying this will never happen again between us," Toni went on, "But we'll cross that bridge if and when we come to it."
