Chapter One Hundred Thirty Five

If Your Mouth Is Full Of Cock You Can’t Say Something You Will Later Regret!

I waited for my brother to hand down his judgment and punish me as he promised. I didn’t argue or even contemplate his authority to make this decision. I may have a week ago, but in that moment, I knew I was going to be punished and accepted the inevitable.

The anticipation of these punishments is some times worse than the actual execution because a hundred scenarios race through my mind.

I imagined jogging behind the truck completely naked along Highway 57. It was still dark out, but the sun would be up soon; and I could imagine the occasional church going family looking out the family station wagon at the silly naked girl tied by rope at the waist with her hands behind her head trying to keep up with the truck or be dragged behind it.

Was my brother that cruel? He was certainly that imaginative. He could tie weights to my tits or stuff my mouth with whatever greasy cum-rag those boys probably used to masturbate into at work when they didn’t have slutty girls stopping by to offer their mouths as a cum receptacle. I am sure he would make me ask for those sticky rags if he decided to make me do that and I was already thinking about how I’d do it with a straight face.

“I REALLY liked how you both played it,” I opened my eyes and my brother was talking to me about how that went down. “I kept thinking Ted or Odd-Jobs would come over and interrupt us but we made an extra two hundred bucks. That isn’t bad for the middle of the night,” he was debriefing us and talking to us casually with a big grin on his face about how that had all went.

“Played it? You mean this is ALL fake?” Candy looked at us with concern and confusion on her face. “What the hell?” she seemed to be fine with what he had just done to Krystal as long as it was real and not just a grift but now she was questioning everything about it. She was always the one dragging her feet and half participating but now she looked like a kid who just found out Santa wasn’t real for the first time.

“You did good for your first time,” Conner told her she was a natural and patted her on the head condescendingly. “It isn’t exactly fake but what we do isn’t exactly real either. Don’t worry if you don’t get it, you are doing fine,” he said she’d have it all explained as she was put through her paces tomorrow. “We are going to spend a lot of time training you and your sisters,” and he told her again not to worry about it. “Just keep doing what you’ve been doing and let me do the thinking,” he gave her a cock sure look.

I don’t think she was entirely satisfied by his explanation. She looked at us to see if we would complain or be freaked out and I think the fact that we seemed calm was enough to help her accept his explanation. I knew that, when I first started, the ease at which Savannah and Crystal accepted the grifting had made it much easier to participate.

“We have to split the money with the others,” he reminded us as if he thought about keeping it for just us. After all, we had earned it all on our own but that wasn’t how the rules were set up. Everyone did their part and everyone got a share. Conner held up the stack of twenties. “I guess if we ever struck out on our own though we could do this any place if we needed a little cash.”

“I am sorry if I seem really strict though,” he apologized to my mom. “Ellen is used to how I handle things but I was really impressed tonight, Mom. You were so different than how you did things earlier today.”

Mom just looked at him quietly waiting for instructions to get up off the sidewalk.

“You can stand up now,” his tone was softer. He wasn’t ordering her as much as he was giving her permission to get up if she wanted. I noticed how he had changed now that we were no longer putting on a show – so did Mom. The show was over as far as he was concerned now that Selena and Vanessa had gone and the boys in the restaurant were very well satisfied. “I’d imagine they are trying to take naps after having a nice orgasm!

He even seemed a little embarrassed to say Orgasm in front of us. There was something off putting considering he hadn’t hesitated to grab us, yank us, twist our tits or pussy lips and call us any filthy name he could think of only 10 minutes earlier.

We got off the ground and brushed the dust off our bruised bodies. “You probably noticed by now that I am kind of fascinated with assholes,” he said sheepishly to my mom.

My mom nodded in agreement and said with a lip curled in jest at the understatement, “I have sir, you are very thorough!”

“I like looking at the little bumps and crevices on girl’s asses,” he sounded so different now that everyone was gone as he made his admission. This wasn’t news to me – he had explored me quite thoroughly.

“You like balloon knots,” Candy smirked and said there were guys at the club that paid her to fart right on their nose in private dances. “The dumb freak said my ass smelled like American cheese straight out of the fridge,” and she joked that she told the guy to just save himself some money and buy a whole pack of it.

I’ve smelled Candy’s ass and it kind of did smell like American cheese with a little bologna and mustard added in.

“Girl’s assholes look like pretty flowers about to bloom,” he said he particularly liked hers. “I can see from the darkness of the skin around the bottom of your asshole where your turds must come out,” he sounded embarrassed as he said he couldn’t stop looking at it. “It’s so taboo and dirty. I mean I don’t think your ass is actually dirty. It’s just that part of your asshole is darker than the rest and it sort of draws my eye so if you see me staring at it just understand I can’t really help myself, Mom. I know that probably seems perverted.”

Mom chuckled with a knowing glance. “I’ve been around long enough to realize all men are perverted in one form or fashion, sir. Even the Whitest Knight is going to want to get his freak on after he saves the Princess from the Dragon,” she laughed.

It was surreal standing in a darkened parking lot. The only cars besides our truck belonged to the employees. Mom was talking to my brother as if she were fully dressed and we hadn’t just been zapped and tormented by two hot little stuck-up Latin girls.

“I will let you in on a little secret.” She said that it didn’t really matter now anyway. I assumed she meant keeping secrets didn’t matter now anyway. There were other things that she could have meant but I didn’t dwell on it at the time. She was commiserating with us and smiling and it felt good after being marched and poked and having my hair pulled while I was humiliated like a dog in heat.

“I never would have told you or anyone about our sex life,” mom admitted to her chagrin that Dad was an ass man. “You probably get your fascination with asses from him. When I first met him in college I thought he may be gay with how much he liked my butt. I am thankful now I got used to it because otherwise I would never have been able to handle you sticking TWO fingers up my ass, Sir,” she smiled without a trace of malice or resentment for him doing it either.

She was not complaining, only making an observation, but my brother apologized anyway. “I am sorry about that,” he explained that it was kind of expected.

“I understand, Sir,” Mom said with a nod and asked, “Would you like to look now, Master?” she turned around to face away from him and put her hands on her butt cheeks waiting for him to order her to open them.

“I like your enthusiasm!” Conner smiled but told her that we only had a few hours before daylight, saying we needed to get back to the truck and home.

My mom sighed slightly and stopped pivoting on the balls of her feet so that she could lift her ass in the air.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want to see,” Conner quipped and explained he did have something he wanted to talk to us about before we got back on the truck.

“Okay, thank you Master!” Mom stood slightly on her tip toes and bent at the knee to part her ass cheeks and reveal her entire asshole and pussy to her son. It looked almost purple from the bruising and electric shocks.

“Wow, they really did a number on you,” Conner made a hissing sound as he assessed how badly that must have hurt.

“Yes, they did, Sir,” Mom agreed without complaining or making a big deal out of the pain. It did sting and throb all over and I knew it hurt first hand, but they had given her twice as much attention as me and twice as many shocks as well.

“Sorry about that,” Conner apologized again and reached out to touch her between the legs. “How sensitive is it?” he asked as he touched her pussy gingerly.

“Oh, my Cunt or my Asshole, Sir? Both are as sensitive as they always have been,” Mom answered him crisply. The protocol we had agreed to had been that we were to always be explicit and vulgar in reference to our body and bodily functions instead of sugar coating it, but I don’t think Conner expected her to continue that way.

He seemed to be wrestling with something he wanted to say and my mom waited patiently for him to bring it up as he traced the outline of her asshole with his fingers.

“Got enough light, Master? Do you want me to move closer to the pickup windows so you have a better view?” she asked generously.

“You are fine here,” Conner told her before bringing up what was on his mind. “You know, I thought about what you said after we dropped you off at the strip club,” Conner explained that he had been a hard ass on us and disciplined us when there were no customers around. “I just wanted the discipline and our arrangement to remain consistent so you didn’t lose focus and stop behaving this way,” he explained.

My mom nodded in understanding, but then he added that he realized he was being selfish. “I think I just like you this way,” he explained that he may have made the justification in his head and it was unfair to make us both suffer and bow and scrape.

“I am not saying we should abandon all discipline,” he saw the look of confusion on our faces, “just that we could have a lower protocol for times like this when you can speak more freely,” he offered.

“If that is what you want,” Mom asked if he still expected her to call him Master at those times.

Conner didn’t answer but instead mentioned calling her Pat. “I’ve been thinking about what to call you. It feels weird always calling you Mom when you have no authority, but it felt even weirder calling you Pat tonight,” he admitted.

I agreed but said nothing. I wasn’t sure where Conner was going with this and I thought it best if I just kept quiet.

“You haven’t had any shortage of names you can address me as and I’ve answered to every one of them from cunt, to old whore to bitch to slut to cum faced twat,” Mom said.

“Well, I just wonder if you will be mad at me after this is all over and we go back to normal,” Conner asked her sheepishly in an uncharacteristic beating around the bush kind of way if she would hold it over him. “You seem to remember each and every filthy name I came up with for you and I’m wondering if you are going to be mad that I made you show me your asshole like this?”

“I offered to show you my asshole just now, Master,” my mom told him sweetly with no resentment. “If you want, my slut daughter will join me? She should have offered but your slut of a sister must still want to be told when to be generous and considerate, because she doesn’t really know how,” Mom teased me.

I joined her without being ordered by parting my ass cheeks with my fingers and adopting the same pose right next to my mother. I had been standing there awkwardly with Candy wondering what I should be doing anyway.

Candy on the other hand seemed completely clueless about what was going on and not about to offer anything she didn’t have to do – unless it benefitted her somehow.

“What the fuck is going on now?” Candy shook her head with a perplexed look on her face.

“Shhh, Master is talking to me!” Mom hushed Candy with a whisper and furled her brow at her, “Do you want Candy to show you her asshole as well, Master?”

“So you can compare and say who has the prettiest one, Sir!” I offered with a cute little dip and bump to make my ass cheeks jiggle and shake a little. Conner seemed to like it when I ‘booped’ my butt that way.

“I suppose that would be a good idea,” Conner made Candy take the same position as us.

“Oh Jesus Christ, me and my big fucking mouth,” Candy complained but more that she should have left well enough alone and let us talk. She shrugged – making it clear she thought this was a pointless exercise but was going to go along with it. I heard her mumble, “I know my shit is tight back there – it don’t matter how pretty it is anyway.”

“Ted is getting to take over the Buckman for Odd-Jobs and moving to Seminole Street! And Aunt Crystal and Savannah are going to be doing this going forward indefinitely,” he explained.

My mom remained silent as he continued to lead up to his question. I suspected he was going to ask and I wasn’t sure what my answer was going to be if he did. We knew that was part of the deal and that somehow Daisy would end up with a stake in things if she continued as she was.

“Is Daddy getting to move us to Seminole because we are doing this? Cuz’ I thought Daddy was all about White Hall Circle?” Candy interjected herself and interrupted my brother’s train of thought.

I could tell Candy REALLY wanted to move to Seminole – the entrance to the trailer park was considered a huge jump in status. All the trailers were double-wide and had much bigger yards. The sod wasn’t just clumps of dirt with grass and the trailers all looked much nicer in that part of the Buckman.

“No slut,” Conner hushed her and told her that he was getting a cut of her earnings and that was it.

“I hope that dirty old motherfucker shares them with me! I earned them!” This time when Candy offered another wisecracking interjection my brother came at her from behind and grabbed her roughly by the neck and hair and stuffed a fat black dildo into her mouth and made her bite down on it.

“If your mouth is full of cock you can’t say something you will later regret!” Conner warned her.

She shot him an evil stare that reminded me of what a “pole cat” probably looks like when it is cornered. There was a silent fuming but acceptance of the gag.

“I have been thinking tonight about Dad and where he is and what we should do next,” Conner smiled and said that a lot of things happened tonight while they were downtown that brought everyone closer together.

I heard Candy mumble through the sex toy shoved down her throat but he ignored her and said that aside from the beatings and gang bangs, that several of them had a few revelations tonight.

I was glad that I wasn’t the only one who had those. I thought back on some of mine and of mom’s tonight, to put her all into this or to dance naked in the donkey show.

Conner used both hands now to softly touch my pussy; as if he were rubbing the skin of a delicate, ripe peach right before peeling it to bite into its juicy meat while touching my mother the same way.

“You should have seen Crystal and Savannah at the Fire Department,” he started to tell us about how they took on all the men there and fucked them to the bone but said that his point was how organically things all fell into place tonight. He said that he felt a little guilty about leaving us back at the strip club out of his supervision and that he also felt guilty about being kind of a pervert.

“I am feeling you both up right now and it’s not for any amount of money, or to teach you a lesson – it’s just because I honestly think I am turned on by touching you. I love the way you smell – even the sweat from your tits and ass after a beating. It’s so feminine and sexy. I feel kind of like a pervert; but worse I kind of feel like a sadist because I was being cruel when I didn’t have a show to put on. So, I wanted to ask your forgiveness. I really don’t even understand why I am so attracted to you guys. I know why I liked Angel,” he explained.

I heard Candy mumble and roll her eyes but my brother ignored her.

“She was the kind of pretty girl with perfect teeth and nice tits that I could never have. I am just an underclassman and a nerd and usually jocks get those girls. I was in the right place at the right time and listened to her and gained her trust,” he said as if he was embarrassed of what he did. “Then when her father asked me if what I was doing to Ellen kept her in line and I told him the story about how she was such a dumb slut and a lying manipulative bitch he agreed and asked me if I thought I could do the same to his daughter.”

He admitted that he felt like he was being handed a key to a golden treasure and that he felt very guilty about it. “Then naturally you aren’t supposed to covet your sister,” but Conner admitted he had peeped on me and apparently long before any of this ever began and watched my pussy sprout hair and my tits fill in. “I remember when she was flat chested, I would watch her in the shower at our old house,” Conner admitted as if he were really in trouble.

Mom said nothing – she let him keep touching her.

“Mom, you should know I watched you many times taking a shower and even having sex with Dad. I had set up web cams and even upgraded them to HD. I don’t know why it turned me on. There is something about having something you aren’t supposed to have that just made me so turned on. I even set it up so I could watch the hours and hours of footage I have of you two on my Gameboy DS.”

I was shocked. I should have been angry, but given I was willingly letting him play with my butt I really wasn’t in any position to hold it against him. I supposed he was giving us a Mea Culpa for his naughty peeping tom.

“I know you did,” Mom admitted shamefully. I think your father suspected it as well. I mean WE paid for the webcams anyway so we knew you had to be doing SOMETHING with them and it’s not like I don’t know what they look like,” she said.

“You continued to shower even though you knew I had a webcam on you?” Conner seemed surprised.

“I brought my toys and fucked myself, even knowing you had them on me,” Mom admitted shamefully. “I didn’t know you were watching Ellen but in retrospect, I probably should have realized it since she used the same bathroom.”

“I guess I was kind of flattered someone wanted to see me and your Dad. He and I had grown sort of accustomed to each other and so as you are probably aware the sex was very short and usually he would fall asleep right after,” she mused. “It was very empowering to be the star of your show every night. I put a lot of thought into planning them. Candles, long hot baths, I know you sniffed my towels after I was done?”

“You knew?” I hadn’t seen my brother red faced and embarrassed before, even when I sucked his cock in front of a pool full of rednecks. “I love the smell of a woman – especially after she has been freshly fucked. I would sleep with your towel,” Conner admitted.

“I know Sir,” Mom’s smile wasn’t scornful or embarrassed. It was accepting and honest, “I am the one who did laundry. I would find them with the socks you used afterwards,” she said.

“Oh, you found my socks?” Conner had apparently left his spunk in the length of a tube sock.

“I would wash it and put it back where I found it. I am not stupid – I’ve been around boys before, Master. I know what you like and I didn’t mind accommodating you, just as I don’t mind serving you now.” If I had two minds to blow they would have both been blown.

I wasn’t sure how to process this – she told him she always loved putting on shows for him and it made her feel pretty.

“I suppose you watched my naked Yoga sessions too, Sir?” Mom smiled when she asked the question knowing he probably had. This was getting beyond surreal for me; just to know she did naked yoga in our house was unexpected, but to know she liked being watched by my brother was strangely erotic and yet completely out of character for the woman who had raised me from a baby.

“There were some ladies on our street that went to a women’s only gym in the Cherry Lawn Town Center,” mom continued. “They were mostly stay at home moms. They were the type of mom’s who drink vodka for lunch with their book club and then off to play bridge or shopping. I guess I channel them when I am playing the role of your rich bitch mother, Sir.”

Conner chuckled and continued to play with us - just a little more intensely.

“They said it would make me more flexible and healthy, but that it would also give me a positive outlook on my body – no one was judged or shamed there,” Mom explained that after the first session she felt horrified and intimidated. Conner tried to tell her she looked hot and had flat abs, but she said that came from the fact she wasn’t happy with her body and had spent a lot of time in the gym as a result.

She admitted, despite the humiliation of being in a room of hotter mom’s her own age or younger naked women, that she had found it very freeing and healthy. “So I would go home and take off all of my clothes and spread my legs in the downward dog Yoga posture right by your webcam. I suppose it prepared me for all the crawling and sticking my butt out that I do for you now, Master,” she teased with a twinkle in her eye.

Conner confirmed he had watched and recorded mother doing naked Yoga day after day. He said that even though the routine wouldn’t vary, she would undress in the living room with the sliding glass door open to let in the breeze. Then she would go through each pose or position in exactly the same order, just as she had the day before. Standing up and lifting her leg or squatting and always fully exposed.

“I am nothing if not a creature of habit, Master,” she explained that in order to impose order on her life she had learned early on to keep doing the same things in the same order and it made her feel more stable and in control of things she often could not control. “It wasn’t that I needed control, but I needed to feel safe; and when your father would travel for work or not pay attention to me for weeks, I just wanted someone strong to tell me they had a plan. Routine and structure was my odd way of providing myself that feeling when no one else could,” she said.

Conner was still fantasizing about Mom in various yoga poses. I could tell because he was only half listening and his eyes had glazed over a little. That was the same look he had when he was on his Nintendo DS. I always thought he was just playing a video game on it, but now that I thought about it he seldom used his thumbs to actually press buttons – so he probably DID watch those videos.

I wondered if whoever stole his Nintendo had found them? They probably wouldn’t even know where to look.

Mom and Conner were still going over other things he had seen around the house and how she had done it with full and complete knowledge that he was watching. That she had enjoyed it and looked forward to the thought he would actually watch.

“I couldn’t be sure if you were watching,” she said that she imagined he might be and that she had always thought it was just a harmless fantasy.

“I watched everything!” Conner boldly proclaimed with a broad smile. “I loved all the little details and things you did that were so sexy, like how you touched yourself or what you wore to accentuate your body.

“Yes, I remember you even wore those sexy night gowns for Dad,” he reminisced with a certain fondness. “You looked so good in those. You filled them out just right. French cut lacey affairs – I found myself looking up Milf porn on the internet just because of how hot you looked wearing those for Dad.”

“Are you sure they were for him and not my secret admirer, Sir?” mom smiled.

This was not the question I thought he was going to ask and that certainly wasn’t the reaction I thought I would hear from my mother. She had been willing to be a total slut today, but I would never have imagined she had willingly let her son be a voyeur for years – that she had purposely teased and played with herself to put on a show for him.

It really didn’t even make sense to me. We had been such a normal mid-west kind of white bread family in the suburbs. I thought the definition of “normal” applied to us then and yet now I was learning so many family secrets. I think my mind was blown!

I began to suspect from what Conner was saying that there was even more he recorded that I didn’t know about. He had been fascinated by watching me pissing while squatting outside and I imagined he had rigged up our bathroom to watch us do that. I shuddered at the thought of what he probably saw – I may have farted or done something gross and he had it all recorded.

“Wow, I am so glad to hear you say this!” Conner gave a relieved sigh saying that he thought he would have a lot of explaining to do and that he thought we’d be mad.

I probably would have been devastated a week ago, if I had learned my little brother had been perving me secretly for years. I made a mental note that Conner didn’t look at me or look me in the eye at all after that. I think he wanted to know how I felt about hearing this and I was glad he didn’t ask – because I really didn’t know how I felt about it.

It still seemed strange that, as freely as he spoke to my mother, that now he wasn’t even asking me if I forgave him or minded his secret filming of me when I was in the bathroom.

“That’s amazing!” Conner said excitedly. “I just figured you would be disgusted or feel betrayed that I was watching all this time.” Conner admitted that he was more turned on and excited than ever. “I was going to give you this later today and make a big show about it,” he said excitedly.

He could never wait to give mom her Mother’s Day gift when he was little either. He would get too excited to offer it and then start dropping hints. Mom would always tell him not to spoil the surprise, but he would eventually just hand it to her unwrapped and Mom would accept it graciously.

“Then wait and do it as part of the show, Master. That will make us the most money, won’t it?” she suggested.

“I think now is the time to give it to you,” He pulled a silver chain out of his pocket. It was heavy and shiny. “I felt kind of bad that they got something and you didn’t, so I got this for you,” he clasped it around her neck.

“Thank you Sir!” Mom seemed delighted with it.

He showed her the metal tag that said “Baby Doll” on one side and she smiled, then he made her flip it over and it read “Rich Bitch”.

“If that is what you think of me, Master” she smiled, thankfully adding that she was grateful for it.

“I have one for Ellen too,” he showed me that mine was identical. It was heavy like a chain link necklace, but clearly designed to accommodate a leash. The dog tag for my collar read simply “Ellen”, I was almost touched until he turned it over and showed me with a grin that it said “Spoiled Cunt”.

Conner removed the dildo from Candy’s mouth and told her to part her legs. She begrudgingly did as she was told and he fucked it into her pussy with two wiggles of his finger while pressing his thumb to her clit hard.

“Sister Peeping must be a common thing because Gabriel’s been doing that since he was old enough to have a pecker pop out. We used to be able to chase him and throw him down on the bed and whoop his ass,” she observed, “Only now he is going to be allowed to do it whenever he wants I guess.” Candy was old enough to move out on her own if she wanted to, but she seemed quietly resigned to accept this new relationship with her brother. “It ain’t like growing up with three sisters and Mom he ain’t seen one of us in our bra and panties, or with our ass hanging out just walking around the trailer anyway,” she said casually like it was no skin off her ass if he got a thrill out of it.

“You don’t strike me as someone who thinks too far ahead into the future,” Conner mused and she agreed – openly proud that she wasn’t a planner or a deep thinker.

“Why worry about shit that hasn’t happened? Too much shit that HAS happened to worry about,” she commented. My brother was letting her get away with not calling him Sir. I wanted to say something but he looked like he was feeling generous and he had a gift for her.

Connor told her, “This is one for you. I got these made tonight since you weren’t at Big Mikes and I didn’t want you to feel left out.” I wanted to ask what we were being left out of, but I assumed he meant the big tattoo and piercing session that had happened.

“Well hot damn! A present?” Candy wasn’t worried about being left empty handed but she actually seemed to appreciate the gift. “Two years and eight months Off and On with Peapod and that motherfucker ain’t bought me so much as a Milkshake at Steak and Shake during 2-5 half off hour.”

“I will take the cost out of your father’s first payment,” he told her he was just joking as he snapped it around her neck just like he did ours.

“This ain’t no cheap middle of the mall shit is it, Sir? The kind you buy at a kiosk on a spool and it turns your neck green?”

“This is Sterling Silver,” he smiled.

“So it won’t turn my neck green?” the buxom stripper continued to look dumbfounded by the gift. She had clearly never had any real jewelry in her life and was actually suspicious this was trash intended to make her skin turn green.

“No, it won’t,” Conner showed her that the collar said “Candy” and then when he flipped it over it said “Stupid Whore”.

“Gee, thanks!” Candy was ready to be flattered to have received a gift until he called her that. “That is what you think of me? And yet you are into my sister?” Candy’s face turned crooked with resentful spite.

“Oh no,” Conner mused that he thought Angel was a stupid whore too. “I got you both a matching one,” he said, with a smile that disarmed Candy’s dramatic glare. He reached between her legs and began finger fucking her with his index finger pressing on her clit and moving the black latex dildo in and out slowly as he looked her in the eye.

“I assume you got the same one for my mom then? Sir,” Candy asked. There was something mischievous about the freckle faced beauty that danced in her eyes when she was happy and I could see her grin as she got turned on by my brother playing with her.

“Nah,” he explained that Lilah’s says “Property of the Outlaws – if found return to Clay Devine” and underneath that it read “OUTLAW F-F OUTLAW” Conner explained in his nerdy voice that meant Forever to Forever an Outlaw.

“I know what it means, I was raised by a biker, Sir,” Candy protested but much more softly now that he was feeling her up. She asked him what it said on the other side? “Mom of two whores?”

“Why would we do that when Chastity is about old enough to earn her keep too?” Conner was kidding but I saw Candy nod her head in understanding.

“You gonna have to change mine anyway,” Candy puffed out a lip and spoke with pride about being a sheep in the club. She saw being a biker bitch as a very lofty goal. “Daddy said he’d never let me do it but after this he said if I can learn to submit and understand the Biker’s first love is his bike then I’d make someone a bad ass Mama myself!”

“You can earn that change when the time comes,” Conner stopped playing with her pussy and I could feel her breath against my skin as she let out a sigh. She had been enjoying that.

“You finger-bang pretty good, Sir,” she assured him. “No wonder Angel likes you, Darrel finger fucks like he is holding a bowling ball and getting ready to throw a strike,” she spoke as if she had first-hand experience about her sister’s boyfriend.

“Don’t tell her what I said about her,” Conner warned that he didn’t want to ruin what they had by doting on her. “The biggest mistake anyone can make is to start showing her attention and putting her on a pedestal, and then she doesn’t want them anymore but you can’t be TOO inconsiderate like her last boyfriend,” he said.

“Sounds like you know how to handle women, Sir.” I couldn’t be sure if she was trying to blow smoke up my brother’s ass or she really meant it. “He beat her and I don’t mean like you – where it’s the fun kind of beating. It’s the mean kind of beating! So as long as you don’t do too much of that.” I don’t know why but I smiled that Candy’s bar was set so low, “not TOO much mean beating” for what was good for her sister. I should have been horrified but right then I giggled. “I’ll keep your secret but I have a request to make,” she said.

“Yes?” Conner asked, raising one eyebrow like Mr. Spock- as he often did.