Chapter Seventy-Five

The Most Epic Blowjob Ever Given

“You better come back here and face the fucking music, right now!!” Daisy’s threats fell on deaf ears as I led my brother into the bathroom before I lost my nerve. In the span of thirty seconds she went through the five stages of grief! Except they were the Ted and Daisy version:

STAGE ONE: DENIAL/EMPTY THREATS: “I know you don’t want to find out what happens if you two keep walking and make me kick my shoes off!”

STAGE TWO: ANGER/EMPTY THREATS: “Does it count as saving a life by not killing someone?” she quipped. “Because you are lucky I didn’t just snap you two pathetic twigs in half!”

STAGE THREE: WHINING/COMPLAINING: “You know I don’t have to even do this today. I could be back at the fucking trailer – I am not out here for my health! You two have no idea what an opportunity I gave you”

STAGE FOUR: BARGAINING/PROPOSITIONS SHE PROBABLY DOES NOT MEAN: “Last chance, Ted isn’t going to give you what I am offering – partners? You little fucking shits.”

FINAL STAGE: PRETENDING YOU HAD OTHER THINGS TO DO: “I’ll deal with you two later. I don’t have time for this. Hey! HEY!! You boys have fucked with Savannah enough – you need to come off some more money to keep at it. This ain’t no free show.”

I noticed that she was all angry bluster; and that when it was obvious we were going to defy her, she changed her tune to pretend she didn’t have time to deal with us anyway. She could have easily followed us into the bathroom and try to force us back out. She reminded me of Ted when I first met him, the way she could not really back up her bullying.

Ted had changed and actually improved from my perspective; but I suppose he was still a stinker and a coward, but because he had been the “boss” for so long around here – I felt he was still the legitimate boss. Don’t get me wrong, I felt Ted shouldn’t lose his position as boss but I was mostly afraid that Daisy, once she had the backing of O.J. and S.S., would make things far more disgusting and difficult for everyone--including my brother and me!

I mention this because it is what I remember thinking about as we approached the last stall in the men’s bathroom. I was fortunate there was no one else in there at the time. The bathroom always smelled heavily of sour piss and man sweat, with a hint of chlorine, which seemed particularly pungent as we walked past the other four bathroom stalls. I checked each one to see if anyone was in them and was surprised at my luck not to have a waiting audience to deal with.

I was also shocked to see a cell phone sitting on the toilet seat with a text on it. I picked it up quickly to read the note my trick had obviously left for me.

FACETIME APPLICATION IS ON. I WILL TELL YOU WHERE YOUR MONEY IS WHEN YOU FINISH. HOLD THE PHONE AND LET ME WATCH.

I did wonder how he expected to get his phone back, but I could see very quickly that his face time application was running so I held it up to my face. The satisfying chirp of a new instant messenger rang and the text read as follows;

I CAN SEE YOU. GO AHEAD AND START. I HAD TO BAIL – I WILL GET THE PHONE LATER.

I turned with one hand to my brother and got down on my knees in front of him. “Will you unzip sir or do you want me to?”

“What the hell, Ellen?” my brother was looking down at me in disgust as I kneeled on the dirty bathroom tiles completely naked in the last stall and held the phone up to my face.

“You are recording this on a cell phone? To watch later or to show mom and dad how nasty I treated you?” he seemed skeptical of me – I knew from experience now that he was probably losing his boner.

I unzipped him and, with one hand, began to massage my brother’s cock. It wasn’t the first time I had seen it but it was the first time I was handling it. It was awkward, but I maintained eye contact with the phone and not him; which made it easier to disconnect from the odious realization I was playing with my brother’s dick to get him hard so I could suck him off.

TELL HIM YOU HAVE A FRIEND WHO WANTS TO SEE YOU BE A NAUGHTY SLUT. TELL HIM YOU SWEAR YOU WON’T SHOW IT TO ANYONE ELSE, BUT YOU WOULDN’T CARE IF YOUR MOM AND DAD SAW YOU.

I swallowed at the expectation on the instant messenger and suddenly wished I was maintaining eye contact with my brother instead.

“I promise Sir – it is just a friend who wants to see me do this. I won’t show it to anyone else and he won’t either – I don’t care if you tell mom and dad or they watched me suck your balls and kiss your cock,” I kissed the tip shivering as I lied. I thought I was becoming a better liar but that one was different and I think Conner may have noticed.

It was the first time I looked directly at the pink tip of his cock since I began playing with him to maintain his erection and my eyes darted back to the instant messenger for instructions of what to do.

GOOD, GOOD MY SWEET PET. I HEARD YOUR DIRTY TALK OUTSIDE – KEEP IT UP AND I MAY DROP YOU A BONUS! GET ME HARD, GET HIM HARD - YOU STILL HAVE THE BROOM IN YOUR ASS TOO. TELL HIM IT TURNS YOU ON BUT YOU WISH IT WAS HIS COCK AND IMAGINE IT SLAMMING INTO YOU.

I looked at the instant messenger. I was trying to formulate how I would say what he wanted and I was actually flattered at his compliment. I have to admit I was also wondering if I had the courage to act this naughty. He must have assumed my hesitation was skepticism because he sent another text right away.

YOU ARE A SMART GIRL. I CAN SEE YOU ARE SKEPTICAL. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS OF YOUR MONEY IS ON THE FLOOR. GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES AND PUT YOUR TITS DOWN TO THE FLOOR. SET THE PHONE ON THE FLOOR AND PUT BOTH HANDS ON THE BROOM. I WILL TELL YOU WHERE THAT MONEY IS THEN.

I did as the phone instructed and let my brother’s cock go, “Let me do something first, Sir,” I apologized as it dangled and bounced in front of my face. “Take your pants down please Sir?”

I suggested without needing to be told. I had sucked enough cocks over the last few hours to know that men tended to cum on their pants if they didn’t and it was more practical than it was sexual.

He started to protest but I unsnapped his jeans and whispered “Just go with it, Sir.” and he allowed me to pull his jean shorts down to his ankles. I noticed his sneakers were still muddy from earlier today as I placed the phone on the ground and put my face right above it.

TITS ALL THE WAY ON THE TILE!!!!

The instant messenger application demanded I get my nipples to touch the gross tile while on my knees so that my ass was up. I had to angle my body so that I could get the broom and my bare ass stuck out of the stall as I adjusted it with my hands.

GOOD NOW TELL HIM!!

“I um...,” breaking the awkward silence between my brother and I and keeping my eyes on the phone and the dirty tennis shoes I tried to purr, “mmm, I loved that you shoved this broom right in my ass, Sir!” I used the opportunity to rub my clit with the base of my palm – hey, if my hands were going to be back there I might as well get something out of it!

“You don’t really mean that,” Conner said skeptically. He wasn’t walking away and his dick was still dangling over my head. I know because I could feel the pre-cum tap-tap drip in my hair. I shouldn’t have been able to guess what it was without seeing it, but I instantly knew and it made my toes curl realizing it was my brother’s cum.

“Yes I do Sir!” I gushed. I wasn’t sure how thick to lay it on, but I writhed a little and wiggled my ass slightly. The broom slid from side to side uncomfortably but I held it in place. “I wish this was your cock, Sir!!”

“Have you gone crazy?” Conner’s voice was genuinely scornful but I could hear the fap-fap of someone playing with their cock above my head – again, I shouldn’t have been able to guess what he was doing but I was painfully aware he was jerking off to stay hard.

“Crazy for cock, sir!” I cooed and groaned as I slid the broom slightly in and out of my ass. There was a bit of resistance at first but it quickly became easier as I writhed on the floor – no longer concerned with the cold, dirty tile on my knees and titties as I scanned eagerly for the next message to lead me to my first half of the treasure.

THE FIRST FIVE HUNDRED IS FOLDED AND UNDER A SHEET OF TOILET PAPER TO YOUR IMMEDIATE RIGHT. PICK IT UP WITH YOUR MOUTH AND DON’T LET HIM SEE IT.

I smiled as I crawled over to where the toilet paper was. There were at least ten fifty dollar bills folded neatly and just as I was told I opened my mouth and pulled it closer to myself and under my body. I was so relieved to have the money – my secret fear this had all been a joke on me was subsiding and I could focus on the task at hand.

GOOD GIRL. YOU WILL EARN THE REST NOW. GET THE MONEY AND STICK IT IN YOUR PUSSY. THEN RAISE UP AND HOLD THE PHONE. DON’T USE YOUR HANDS AT ALL. SLUTS DON’T USE HANDS WHEN GIVING BLOWJOBS. I WANT YOU TO ENCOURAGE HIM TO REALLY THROAT FUCK YOU – GO UNTIL HE CUMS. DON’T STOP UNTIL HE DOES OR YOU LOSE ALL THE MONEY!

The trick texting me was obviously laying out new conditions from the privacy of his phone but I felt I had little choice – I would play along but be wary. I had just come to terms with the mud-caked tiles I was wallowing around on and thought better of putting a stack of dollars in my pussy, no matter how new they looked. The money had been on this icky floor and who knows where. We were searched regularly as if we’d hide it up our crotch, but now he really wanted me to go through with it.

HAHA AT YOU SCRUNCHING YOUR NOSE. YOU’VE BEEN SUCKING DICKS WITHOUT CONDOMS ALL DAY AND YOU PUT YOUR NOSE UP AT MONEY? YOU REALLY ARE FUCKING CUTE. YOU KNOW THAT?

“Yes Sir,” I moaned in answer to my phone without thinking. I was cumming and I couldn’t help it. It was a slow-measured kind of orgasm – the kind that is like a tremble in my leg and not an explosive waterfall bursting all over the place. It was quite enjoyable and I was losing myself in that.

My brother sounded annoyed “Yes sir what? What are you reading on that phone?”

ANSWER HIS QUESTIONS. TELL HIM ANYTHING BUT NOT THAT YOU ARE DOING IT FOR MONEY. IMPRESS ME WITH YOUR CREATIVITY AND NASTINESS. I WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK WHILE YOU SUCK AND SLURP!

“I was just saying yesss sssssir,” I slithered as I worked the pole in and out of my butt. “I’ve been looking forward to this,” I was in a very real way looking forward to the money and finishing this, but a very real part of me knew once I opened this door with Conner it could never be closed again. I had precious few seconds to tell him I couldn’t go through with it.

I felt the money in between my fingers. The fifties felt thick and crisp and as I weighed the options I found myself reaching up to my pussy and rolling the money between thumb and fore finger and sliding it into the folds of my tender pussy and masturbating myself with it. I felt like such a disgusting pig doing it, but the constant stimulation made the other acts I had to do more palatable.

DAMN I LOVE YOUR FRECKLES AND THE BRIGHTNESS OF YOUR YOUNG EYES. I WISH YOU HAD PIG TAILS. KEEP HIS INTEREST AND MINE – LESS PLAYING WITH YOURSELF AND MORE SUCKING.

I hadn’t intended to be so dramatic but I swished my hair behind me and looked up, flicking my eyes up at my brother as I rose to my knees and I could literally sense he was intimidated by me. I guess I was still his big sister, even though I was in such a vulnerable position. His cock dangled back and forth as he stood motionless with his pants down to his ankles.

“Let me kiss it for you,” I looked up at him and called him Sir while smothering the tip of his cock with kisses. It tasted like the other cocks I had tasted that day – dried piss and sweaty balls. I don’t know why I expected it to taste different –to be more taboo and maybe get hit by a lightning bolt from on high, but once the initial shock was over it was like any other cock.

“Do you like that, Sir?” I tickled the open slit of his cock with my tongue.

“Kinda,” my brother answered shyly. He had reverted back to the awkward boy he normally was – or maybe he always was and I had been reading too much into his behavior as confidence. The act of giving him a blow job without my hands and kneeling in front of him should have emboldened him – he was receiving pleasure without giving anything.

I bobbed back and forth and kissed his cock playfully as a type of foreplay while his dong stiffened and then hardened like a spear. I smiled at him and realized that it felt like our roles were reversed in some strange way. My brother’s shyness made me feel like I had all the power. I could stop the show at any time and leave him wanting – I was intimidating him in some way as I greedily licked around the edges of the head of his cock.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Ellen?” he asked again while rubbing the shaft of his cock.

“Silly!” I giggled playfully like the stupid bimbo I often had to play, “I am already doing it.”

I don’t want you to think I dismissed his question though. I heard him ask the question over and over, as I began to work my tongue in a circle around first the head of his cock and then on to the thick vein on the bottom right after the shaft. I call it the “chin strap” because it is where the chin strap would be if the head was a helmet. I am sure there is a scientific name and probably all sorts of slang for it – but to me the chin strap was the super sensitive button to press on most men’s dicks for instant ejaculation.

“Are you sure you want to do this Ellen?” I heard in my head. I worried what if the money I was given was fake? Maybe this guy ran it off in the photocopier and that’s why he was willing to pay so much? Who at the Buckman has that much money? These people eat fake off-brand Froot Loops to save a few pennies at Wal-Mart.

“Mmmmm, you taste good Sir,” I always said that when I opened my mouth for the first time and experimented with using my teeth to stimulate the soft skin around the head as I close my mouth around their cock – a little trick Crystal showed me. My brother seemed to respond uncomfortably to the teeth, so I backed off and replaced it with the softness of my wet tongue. I was no longer paying attention to the phone beneath me but I heard the instant messenger buzz a few more times – instructions from my trick to amp things up no doubt.

“Are you sure you want to do this Ellen?” I heard again in my head. I felt guilty the first worry in my mind wasn’t what my brother is going to think of me now. He has already seen me whipped, spanked, masturbating and sucking other men’s cocks – but once he cums in my mouth is he going to think I will do it again? Will I have to? Was I going to eat his cum or walk outside and give it to Crystal? Did my trick know I had to do that? Oh yes, he did – because he told me to go outside and get punished for it. How was my trick so smart and observant to pick up on all that? Lucky guess?

I had my hands down at my sides. I usually cup their balls or play with them, but decided to take a chance and start licking my brother’s hairy little balls. They weren’t tight – that meant that he hadn’t recently cum. I could thank Savannah for teaching me that little fact as I sucked on the hanging balls between Conner’s legs like two grapes.

“Are you sure you want to do this Ellen?” I heard over and over in my head while I was GIVING head. I smiled at the pun and noticed my brother seemed to shift. “That not feel good Sir?” I asked while continuing to lick around the goose-bumps on the skin of his ball sack.

“It feels a little TOO good – I am too sensitive there.”

“Do you want to teabag me, Sir?” I had heard him use that term a hundred times on Xbox live. It was something the victor did with their alter-ego over the corpse of their video game opponent when they won at Halo.

“Yes, actually – do you mind?” Conner was being polite and considerate – more than that he was being tender.

“You don’t have to ask – go ahead Sir,” I smiled and kissed his balls like I would someone’s mouth as he pulled them away. He put them on my forehead and had me lean back and look up as he rubbed them on my forehead. I wasn’t sure how this was turning him on but I smiled meekly and watched him.

“I know,” he smiled sweetly. “I just appreciate the offer I guess. This really doesn’t feel the way I thought it would. Thanks, Ellen – maybe if I just 360 scope killed you.” He took his cock off my forehead and put the head in front of my mouth for me to suck again. I wanted to laugh at being told he’d want to ‘360 scope’ kill me- of all the things to say during a BJ.

I gave him what I’ve been calling the “Ice Cream Cone”. It is where I lick his cock like an ice cream cone from the bottom to the top. I usually look them in the eyes and flash a seductive smile and often the trick cums right then. I decided to give it to my brother but the look on his face was impassive and hard.

“You don’t like it Sir?” I purred sweetly. I would have been disappointed if one of my best techniques failed to please. I hadn’t been giving blow jobs for long but I was told I had “learned from the best”.

“Love it,” he answered in a polite and encouraging way. “I just still can’t picture you doing this because you want to – I thought you were trying to get money for mom and dad so we can get out of this shit-box.”

I nearly laughed on his dick. “I do, Sir – just please cum for me? I’ve cum hundreds of times since I started doing this – please? I want you to.” I stroked his cock with my tongue and managed my spit so that I could keep him well lubricated. This was a battle – and I was going to get him to cum to win it!

“I don’t believe you,” he unfolded his arm and softly stroked his cock. His fingers brushed up against my nose while I moved up the length of his shaft. I knew several techniques for use in conjunction WITH my hands but so few that would work without.

It did make me feel somewhat powerless to be kneeling there and only using the slippery wetness of my mouth. I wasn’t a BJ artist like Crystal– but how can a painter paint without all of her colors?

I had to consciously prevent my hands from drifting up to hold the cock like a microphone. I found myself running my fingers across my chest, touching my nipples and periodically reaching down to play with my clit. I don’t know why I felt guilty about playing with myself – but it seemed like I was not supposed to and I felt like I might get in trouble if I did.

“Do you like it like this or like that, baby?” I have to admit that sounded wrong and forced in the context of what we were doing. I had relied upon calling the men ‘baby’ today when I didn’t know their name and thought Sir was too formal.

“Don’t call me baby” Conner said without any reaction other than to point out he liked the second thing I did much better. I continued doing the second thing for a little bit longer and let him savor it.

My next cock sucking technique in my bag of tricks was something I had named “Under Pressure”. I wrapped my soft lips around his penis and then pressed the end of my pointed tongue along the midline of the underside of his cock. Once I am at the top I applied pressure to the chin strap.

I could have said a dozen things to defend myself about why I was doing what I was doing. I decided instead to throw myself on his tender mercies and ask him to tell me what he thought I was doing. “If you don’t believe me – what is your theory about why I am doing all of this?”

My brother has a very deeply analytical mind. I might not have realized I knew him as well as I did before last week, but he can be very predictable about a lot of things. His response “What makes you think I have a theory?” was one of them.

“You ALWAYS have a theory, Sir!” I fluffed the shaft of his cock by expelling all the air from my lungs on it. It was more of a silly goof than one designed to heighten his experience but the playfulness in my behavior seemed to lighten him up.

“True,” he replied seriously. “I am starting to think you have forgotten the point of this and are enjoying the attention. Everyone thinks you are pretty, they like looking at your sexy walk, and talk, and touching you. You started cumming and masturbating initially to take your mind off some of what you had to do and somewhere along the way you started getting off on it – and now you are trying to make me cum so I will enjoy it and keep making you shake your ass for everybody.”

He couldn’t be further from the truth – at least I hoped he wasn’t. I surely didn’t see it that way but now I would wonder if my subconscious had been doing that. I could have told him about the money and that might have made my case. I began to rock myself back and forth on his cock so that I could open my throat muscles and take all of him. I might have wanted to get him to hurry up and cum so I didn’t have to continue to hear him register his complaint that I was just a little dirty slut now.

“I am sorry you feel that way Sir,” I said as I kept my body straight but rocked myself back and forth – mouth open so I could take several inches of his cock.

“Yeah, well that’s just, like, your opinion, Man,” he was obviously quoting from some movie I hadn’t heard of or couldn’t remember, as he restated my opinion and let the matter drop for the time being with a chuckle.

When I give blowjobs, usually the guy is limp at first and I can take the entire thing in my mouth pretty easily. My brother was fully hard and even though I had been practicing to loosen my throat muscles – I still needed the use of my hands to line it up.

“Throat fuck me, Sir! I can’t take all of you unless you force your cock down my throat!” I gasped as I released my mouth from around his cock.

“What?” he sounded surprised – perhaps even having zoned out a little to enjoy the blowjob he was receiving. “Usually men cum a lot quicker – would it help if you held my head, and then forced my throat down on your dick?” A guy had done that and, after hearing me make a garbblll sound on his dick one time, he shot his entire load down my throat. I still managed to cough it up and serve it to Crystal earlier though!

“You are giving me one epic BJ,” his compliment meant a lot to me. I’ve received accolades for good grades and behavior all of my life – but now I was smiling over being told how ‘epic’ my blowjobs were and the irony was not lost on me.

“Thank you Sir!” I continued rocking my head back and forth on his cock “I thought you were just saying I was a dirty little slut who is doing this for her own pleasure though.”

“Yeah, you might be,” he chuckled. “Actually, what would turn me on,” he stopped himself and thought better of it.

“What is it Sir?” I was willing to do pretty much anything at this point to make him cum. “Do you want to cum on my tits?” I had TWO different guys want to finish themselves on my tits today.

“You will think I am the dirty one if I say – just keep doing what you are doing. No more hummers though – I like this instead.”

I wasn’t sure what a hummer was – but assumed it was where I blew on his cock. “Look at me Sir, I am kneeling on a dirty bathroom floor, naked with your dick in my mouth – I don’t think I have a lot of room to judge.” I was applying a little levity and smiling sweetly at the same time.

“Okay, well I want you to call me Master – I liked that.” he offered cautiously.

“Yes Master!” I answered enthusiastically. Was that all it was? That would be fine.

“I want you to take the broom out of your ass,” I wasn’t aware there would be multiple requests but there was no problem removing it. I wasn’t even sure why I had left it in at this point, other than I wasn’t told I could take it out. I put my hands behind myself and began to remove it.

“I want you to turn around and let me sniff your asshole,” he waited for my reaction.

I was really not expecting that at all and I stopped sucking his cock but held it in my mouth while I processed his request.

“See? I told you that you would think I was the dirty one!” I could almost feel him starting to lose his erection in my mouth.

“No Master,” I looked up at my brother dutifully and answered, “You like what you like.” I didn’t understand why he would want to smell my stinky butt any more than he would want to sniff Daisy or Teds. The same things came out of all of them - although I would imagine a cute little ass like Savannah had probably seemed a lot sexier than Ted’s hairy forested, crap-infested ass.

I turned around but stayed on my hands and knees and offered my ass cheeks to my brother. I held my cheeks open and said, “Go ahead – if it turns you on Sir.” I was supposed to suck his cock but if this got his rocks off – I would assume it was a job well done.

He hesitated and said, “You sure you aren’t going to think I am a freak.”

“C’mon,” I giggled at how ridiculous he was being. I knew my brother was secretly not a sadistic task master but actually very sensitive to what people thought of him. It was weird but I didn’t want to judge what turned him on, “Sniff away!”

I could hear him talking from right behind my ass cheeks. I could feel his breath on my asshole as he looked at it the way he might have one of his collector comic books or action figures. I could tell the first time he inhaled heavily. He clearly felt the need to explain his fetish. “I love how your back is so straight and the line goes straight down to two dimples on either sides of your ass crack.”

“Thank you Master,” I was surprised to hear the compliment, but I was going to let him have his fun. “I remember you talking about our assholes a few days ago during breakfast actually – I didn’t realize it was THIS fascinating to you.” I humored him.

“I have seen probably hundreds of thousands of assholes on the internet. Each one is a different shape and size like snowflakes. They have different colorations, sizes, and they are so mysterious – yours is very pretty. I compared yours to Savannah and I like the way it looks, like yours is shaped. You can tell by the darkened skin and where the cleft is, which way the turds probably go when you poop.”

“Well uh, thank you, Master?” I offered awkwardly again, while he sucked in the smell of my ass. I assumed he meant his observation as a compliment but I didn’t really know how to take it. “Does it smell like you thought it would?”

“It smells like sweat, chlorine, baby powder and parmesan cheese,” he offered rather bluntly while taking another whiff of me, adding as if it might offend me, “and a little like warm, salty bologna or lunch meat.” I felt like I was being evaluated by an alien who had no understanding of mankind – that may be why they are always doing anal probes?

“Oh okay, and you like that smell?” I tried to understand his desires while scrunching my nose trying to picture why he wanted to smell anything that smelled like that.

“Not particularly, I was just curious. I’ve never smelled one before.”

“You can touch me there if you want,” He had several times since this began – and had many chances to smell me when I was vulnerable. I didn’t see the harm in it, even if it did shock me to be so generous with my body to him.

“It’s nice of you to offer – no, thank you.” He said rather plainly. I was not sure if that meant I could turn around or what. I wanted to complete my end and make him cum so I could get back out and earn the rest of the money.

“Then have you seen enough and can I get back to sucking your cock now Master?” I cooed – feeling myself losing momentum and being the awkward one.

There was a silence that lasted way too long as he watched me from behind. “Do you mind letting me see you cut a tiny, little fart?” he asked meekly.

“CONNER!” I smile-laughed my response that he was just being beyond weird now. I had not wanted to judge how my little brother turned his screw, but that seemed beyond the pale. “Why do you want to see that?”

“I just do,” he sounded reluctant.

I couldn’t fart just then if I had to. I know Crystal and Savannah weren’t shy about letting them rip, but even they would usually do them silently. Savannah had told me as a prank she enjoyed silently farting when she was booty dancing or sucking on guys dicks and pretending she didn’t notice the smell as a little ‘fuck you’ to them over the last few days. “Tell me why, please Master?” I was stalling and just a little curious.

“You know how they say girls don’t fart?” he began his explanation adding, “You kind of look like an angel to me – perfect. I can’t explain why but I want to see an angel’s cute, pink butthole open and a tiny little poofta of air escape – is that so wrong?”

“Are you going to smell it?” I laughed, scrunched my nose and looked over my shoulder for the first time at my brother. His face was close to my asshole and he saw I noticed him and turned red.

“I might – do you mind? You might have to fart anyway and you might as well know I’d like to see it.” He became slightly more comfortable now that his secret fantasy was out.

“What if I accidentally poop when I try, Master?” I giggled jokingly – I was already trying to summon up the tummy-fortitude to force myself to fart for him. I considered it weird – but a small thing to ask of me and it was actually kind of cute.

Conner said nothing.

“Oh my Gawd, Conner?” I was smiling but teasing him as I realized “You have been watching us piss and shit outside and getting off on it haven’t you??” I had long since realized from comments my brother made about butts early on that he had a fascination with them – especially girly butts, but I had no idea to what extent.

“Yes, but it’s usually dark out and you don’t pull your ass cheeks apart the same way Crystal and Savannah do – you can literally see it being squeezed out, soft like chocolate ice cream coming out of a soft-serve machine; and by the way - you didn’t call me Master!”

“Gross!” I remained on all fours and giggled at my brother’s deadpan observation about my cousin and Aunt, followed by his whining about my not calling him Master, daring him, “Then you are supposed to smack this perfect angel’s butt I guess, Master!”

“You are by no means perfect,” my brother observed wryly and opened my ass cheeks and let them flap back together on their own.

“Hey, I said smack, not play with,” I teased him playfully adding “MASTER!” in a joking but patronizing way. He knew I was obviously kidding and let it slide and observed, “You could have ORDERED me to pull my ass cheeks apart if you had wanted to see me pooh.”

“First off,” Conner corrected me, “Do not call it Pooh – Winnie is a Pooh. You are a slut and sluts take SHITS!”

My brother sounded like he was joking so I nodded along and laughed agreeably, “Big stinky shits, Master!”

Conner continued to open and close my ass cheeks as if compressing them and kneading them like two lumps of dough while admitting sheepishly, “I was afraid you might not like it if I ordered you to do that.”

“More like you were afraid everyone would think you were obsessed with girl’s booties and seeing them poop, Master?” I was still laughing when I suggested he rub my shoulders like he was rubbing my ass, “That would actually feel good there.”

He smacked my butt lightly and explained he really did care if I got mad, in a way that let me know he was still the sensitive and caring little brother I always thought he was.

“Why didn’t you care about making me sit on a broom outside?” I thought about the nasty things he made me do – from the mall and the last few days.”

“That wasn’t my idea! That was Daisy’s. You are the one who drug it in here with you.” He was half-laughing at my pouting because he knew I was kidding him and asked, “So you will do what I tell you?”

“That is how y’all’s game is played, Mastuh. You get to order me around and I have to follow orders,” I answered him a very drawn-out exaggeration of Savannah’s country accent explaining the rules to our game.

“Yeah, so how come I ordered you to fart for me and you still haven’t done it then?” he was grinning now – but still playing with my butt cheeks.

“Conner! MASTER!” I corrected myself with an embarrassed grin when he asked me to actually fart again. I teased, “You ASKED me to do it – you didn’t order me, Sir.”

“Then I am ordering you!” Conner’s voice was a sweet mixture of sensitivity about his own feelings being hurt and frustration.

“I wish you would order me to suck your cock though, Master,” I answered with a little sass and sucked some air into my tummy in the hopes swallowing it might give me the leverage I needed to satisfy his new demand.

I could hear the phone buzz underneath me. I was hopeful Conner wouldn’t look at whatever the text messages said. In the position I was in – there was no way I could pick it up and look. I WAS curious what the older man was telling me to do and if he was happy with how things were going –after all, the final three hundred dollars depended on it.

“You just hold yourself open,” Conner told me he had an idea. He got down on all fours over me like a wrestling partner and then began to press my stomach with the palm of my hand while straightening up so he could watch my asshole with interest.

“Three..two..one!” I gave him a cute countdown and then grinned helplessly as I heard the “Frizooppthh” sound of a tiny toot coming out of my ass. I giggled, “Was it everything you thought it would be, Master?”

My brother said nothing. I could smell my tiny little squeak of a fart but compared to the rest of the disgusting room – it really didn’t seem to be that big of an odor. It was embarrassing though.

“Do you want to cum?” I was turning around to finish my sentence when Conner stuck his cock in my mouth and pulled me down on it. He drove his cock down my throat and fucked it hard for five forceful thrusts and then just held me in position as he trembled. I knew he was going to cum and I stayed completely still so that he could finish.

“Oh god,” his two knees began to knock and he dug his fingers into my hair as he spurted warm, cum into the back of my throat – lots of it. I shouldn’t have been surprised since my nickname “Waterfall” comes from the well spring of girly-goo that springs from between my legs but – I was shocked. I nearly choked on the wad of boy-goo he pumped into my mouth.

“Geehvush Chrishe! Dass a lot, Massfuh!” I exclaimed trying not to swallow. My brother said nothing – he smiled quietly and pulled up his pants.

“Do you wahnt me to swallow nowfst or kiss into Aunt Crystahl’s mowff, Maffster?” I asked holding up a mouth full of semen.

“Well, you got punished for drinking it last time,” he chuckled “so what do you think?”

“I think you are the bossth of me right now Maffster, so it’s up to you.” I saw him smile deviously – quite satisfied with my answer and himself.

When I say quite satisfied – I mean he would have given himself a high five if he could have.