Author's note:
I had several comments about the Dom/sub part of the story. I don't want to give anything away, but many of your worries are addressed in this chapter. The story was fully complete when I released the first chapter, so I'm not changing anything. However, I would ask you to finish the story before you jump to conclusions. Also, the editor I had, stopped responding after the first chapter, so I hope he is ok and well. Finally, I have been editing myself, so I apologize for any errors I missed in the last two chapters.
Thanks again for all the support and kind emails I have received. Please keep them coming as well as the comments. I read and respond to every one of them.
All characters in the story are 18 and above. This is a story of incest between a brother and a sister. If that's not what you are here for, I would suggest you not read any further. Also, to understand what is going on, I suggest you start from chapter 1 if you just found this story.
Happy reading!
BHW
Chapter 4
The hum of the AC and her snuggled up to me asleep with her head on my chest had me in total bliss. I didn't want to move, but my bladder said otherwise. So, with a pillow as a replacement for my chest, I slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Man, I needed that, I thought, coming out of the bathroom feeling awake and refreshed. But, seeing the clock read five till seven made me wonder when the last time I slept thirteen hours was? Not wanting to disturb my sister still sleeping, I sat on the chair across from the bed and focused my attention on the most beautiful woman in the world, asleep just six feet away. She was truly amazing, and I was lucky to have her as a sister and a girlfriend. I wanted nothing but her for the rest of my life.
I continued to watch the beam of light flicker across her softback as the long drapes moved from the air conditioner's breeze. For the next fifteen minutes, I couldn't think of a better way to spend my morning.
"Good morning Sir," she said, sitting up in the bed and stretching her arms out. Her eyes went wide, and she immediately let go of the sheet that covered her sizeable, supple breast and slid to the floor. She didn't do it very smoothly, but she made sure she was holding her pose correctly. Watching her, I still didn't know if I could ever get comfortable with this way of life. But, her soft curvy naked body made my cock stand at attention almost immediately.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" I asked, pushing those thoughts out of my head and placing my hands on each side of the chair instead of in my lap to cover my erection.
"I sure did, and I'm glad you don't cover that up anymore," she said with her focus now on my lap. "Let's get back in bed. I want you fresh and ready to start the day." She smiled and crawled back onto the bed.
"Oh really," I asked and stood up to make my way over to her. With my erection at full mast, it swung back and forth as I walked towards her spread out on the bed and rubbing her sex.
Three knocks on the door caused me to freeze in place.
"It's ok, Sir. Come to bed. I'll handle it." She said, sliding from the bed and putting her bathrobe on.
I flew into bed, covered my head, and put on my best sleep-acting job. I could hear voices coming from the door, but couldn't make out what was being said. I was nervous it was our parents, So I just tried to lay as still as possible with my head under the covers.
"Sir, it's all clear."
I poked my head out from under the covers to see her standing there fully nude. Well, except for the white fluffy chef's hat and holding a full plate of my favorite breakfast items.
"I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, so I scheduled it to be delivered at 7:15 am. I didn't think you would be awake yet. Did I surprise you?"
"You could say that; I thought it was mom or, even worse, dad. I don't want my dick ripped off at seven o'clock in the morning by an angry two hundred and fifty-pound man."
"Oh Sir, I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to start your day off perfectly. How can I make it up to you?" she asked and sounded pitiful.
"It's ok, babe, breakfast in bed is perfect, don't be worried, I'm ok," I said with reassurance in my voice.
"Sir?" She asked as she knelt into her pose and held the tray of food out in front of her.
"Yes, but you have to stand up."
"Ok. Can I continue to serve you outside the room?"
"What do you mean?"
"Today, I want you to let me do everything for you all day long. You can make me do anything you want until you go to sleep tonight, and I mean anything and everything." She asked with her little girl voice.
"If that's what you want, but right now, I'm hungry, and I want to eat."
"Yes, Sir," she said, placing the bed tray table over my lap. "What would you like first to eat?"
"Well, since you're feeding me; you pick, I said, smiling."
Breakfast was fun. She was cute and played along with my every request. Even when I asked her to squeeze her breast together and up to make a bowl-like area to pour the syrup into, so I could dip my bites of French toast in.
"Let's take a shower, so you can get cleaned up and not be sticky all day."
"If that's what you want."
"Yes, I don't want to explain to our parents why you had a pool of syrup between your boobs," I said, laughing.
As we walked into the bathroom, she turned the water on just as I lifted the toilet seat to relieve myself.
"What are you doing?" She asked, not waiting for me to answer. "I get to do everything for you until you go to sleep tonight." she grabbed my shaft and pointed it towards the bowl.
"You don't have to do this, baby," I said as it was a little hard to relieve myself, having never had someone else hold my penis while I took a leak.
After several seconds, my bladder finally released its contents, and she flushed the toilet.
"I know this is what you want but, maybe we should keep this stuff in the room. You can't do everything for me. Our parents are going to know something's up. Especially if you're feeding me at lunch and dinner and holding my glass while I drink."
"No, they won't. I'll tell them I lost a bet or something, and this is what I have to do," she said, almost begging.
"OK, if dad finds out and kills me, it's all your fault." I snickered.
That's how the rest of the morning went until our parents knocked on the door and asked us if we wanted to go to lunch with them. I literally couldn't do anything. She brushed my teeth, combed my hair, dressed me, and even tied my shoes. She did everything for me. I was nervous about this but decided to go for it when she said, "we would love to go."
Well, here goes nothing, I thought as we followed them down the hallway to the elevator.
She had dressed in a very modest t-shirt and shorts, almost baggy. It wasn't like her to dress so poorly. It bothered me for some reason, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Did she dress this way, so she could be able to do everything for me? I began to get a little irritated that she did just that. If this was how she was going to dress, I would stop this right now.
Having been escorted to our table, she pulled out my chair so that I could sit down. My father gave her a strange look, and I just put my head down and scanned the menu. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"What looks good, son?" He asked, causing me to jump.
"I think I'm going to have a giant cheeseburger and French fries with one of those Island Dream cocktails. I said, causing everyone to laugh, agree, and almost saying in unison, "that sounds good."
My little sister took the lead and ordered for everyone, which helped with my anxiety.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to go to the restroom before the food gets here," I said.
"Good idea, Honey," my mother said. "We should all go."
Katie was the first to stand up and pull my chair back so that I could exit the table. I started to panic as everyone stood. Oh hell, I'm not even going to make it through lunch. My father will definitely kill me when his little girl, my sister, follows me into the bathroom, so she can hold my cock while I pee.
"I'll stay here while everyone goes and hold our table until one of you gets back." My father said and sat back down.
"Thank God," I said out loud and not meaning to.
"Excuse me, what's the matter, son?"