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.
