CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Donny Swift’s Journal for October 12th (Wednesday) after his mother has placed him and Scotty in charge of Taylor.


DONNY’S LOG: STARDATE 47634.44


Mr. Hogarth is one of the only counselors at school that seems to really give a shit about students. He is new, though, so give him time and he’ll be just like all the other apathetic teachers around Cherry Lawn High who are overworked, underpaid, and too fed up with the attitudes of the students to take care of things.


I am a little curious how he knows mom. I guess he must have met her through Mr. Vulgus, but my Spidey senses tell me that he’s attracted to her. Most of my friends have teased me all of my life about what a hot mom I have, so that doesn’t really surprise me.


Usually, though, Mom seems oblivious; because, despite having great curves and huge tits, she acts like she’s this plain-Jane and never seems to pick up on the attention of any men who check her out.


I think that could be one reason I’ve been so attracted to Hope Miller. She’s this supernaturally hot cheerleader who is ultra-popular, and she makes time to acknowledge me and actually talk to me. I’m so excited that she’ll be coming over today that I can’t stop the boner-train from pulling into the station every time I think about that hot blonde cheerleader, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her perfect features, in MY bedroom tonight.


Granted, I’ll just be tutoring Hope, but this is the room I’ve spanked a million monkeys in, and she’ll be sitting on MY chair, or who knows? Maybe even sitting on the edge of my bed. I HOPE she doesn’t realize that I’ll be sniffing whatever chair or sheet she sits on after she leaves.


Anyway, Hogarth was able to pull some strings and get Taylor’s classes changed today. He started calling her ‘Fart Face’ around the office and people laughed, but he just told the old lady Lynda who reads the announcements that she liked being called that.


“You think I have time to give a darn what anyone likes?” The crotchety old woman was more annoyed that he interrupted her to explain himself.



Taylor’s NEW School Schedule:


1st Period: Home Room with Mr. Kipling – shared with Donny
2nd Period Calculus with Mr. Gamby – shared with Donny


3rd Period Art, Mrs. Morgan – shared with Scotty

Lunch
4th Period Health and Social Studies with Mrs Fayeberg – shared with Scotty
5th Period Physical Education Studies, Coach Andretti – shared with Scotty and Donny
6th Period English Literature with Mrs Sonneborne – shared with Donny



Hogarth moved Taylor into some classes with Scotty and me, but despite my best efforts to avoid a Gym class, he put both Scotty and I in the co-ed PE class taught by Mr. Andretti. I’m not a huge fan of any kind of actual athletics that don’t include the World Wrestling Federation or begin with the word “Madden”, but I think Mom will be really proud that Scotty and I are going to take gym to watch over my sister.


It won’t be THAT bad – there are girls in shorts running around in a gymnasium. I skated through fourth period and told myself that I’d get through it if I could at least watch tits bouncing up and down.


“The Swift brothers,” said Coach Andretti while chewing gum. His square jaw and greased-back dark hair made him look exactly like the stereotypical gym coach. He had the classic whistle around his neck and wore those blue sansabelt shorts that signify a man who makes his living wearing shorts to work every day.


He greeted us at the door to the gym, holding a clipboard.


“The very same,” I said of myself and my little brother.


“Very unusual to have a transfer middle of the year,” he chewed his gum.


I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I said “Yes, it is.”


“Paperwork.” Mr. Andretti established right away: “I hate paperwork. Transfers are paperwork.”


…leaving the implication that because we were transfers and transfers are paperwork, it logically follows that he hates us.


“Just give us a nice bench to sit on and we’ll be out of your way,” I smiled.


“Bench-warmers? That don’t want to contribute to team efforts?” Mr. Andretti chewed his gum with purpose as he spoke. “I hate that too.”


“We didn’t bring any shorts to wear because we didn’t expect to get transferred either,” I explained for myself and Scotty.


“Failed to plan.” Mr. Andretti checked something off on his clipboard as if he were putting black marks by our names, and looked up at us as if waiting for something else.


“Okay? So just point us to where failures-to-plan sit and tomorrow we’ll bring some gym shorts,” I said, smiling diplomatically. I didn’t want to piss off this guy. He was an old-school jock and probably the kind of guy who used to bully guys like me and put them in lockers when he was in high school.


“Your failure to plan is not a problem for me.” Mr. Andretti let me know that there was a charity pile of shorts in the gym. “Lost-and-found sort of stuff,” he explained, and told us we were to go in the boys’ locker room, get dressed, and report out to the gym on the double.


Scotty and I smiled at him and started walking to the locker room. I’ve never been inside the boys’ locker room, but I hoped it would be equipped with one of those Porky’s-style peep-holes that let us look into the girls’ locker room.


I love old teen movies from the 1980s – they definitely have a lot more boob in them then the ones from my generation.


“’On the double’ does NOT mean walking, gentlemen,” Mr. Andretti reminded us as we walked away.


“Did you say ‘on the double’?” Scotty acted serious, but patronized him. “I thought you said ‘report into the gym on the single’. The single seems safer because we could slip and fall if we’re running without approved running shoes.”


“Wiseasses.” Mr. Andretti checked off two boxes on his clipboard and told us he hated wiseasses.


October 12th, 2016 – Cherry Lawn High 5th Period – Scotty and Donny are dressed out for gym in XXL white t-shirts that are way too big and black gym shorts that keep falling down slightly around their waist.


“How often do you think these things get washed?” my brother asked me.


“I don’t want to think about it,” I said smiling, and added we’d better get to the gym on the double.


“Get to the choppa! If you want to live!” Scotty imitated Arnold Schwarzenegger’s over-the-top Austrian accent to imitate the coach barking orders at us.


“Get to the choppa on the double! Not the single, you puny girly men!” I joined my brother in our silly imitation of Coach Andretti as if he were Arnold himself by pretending to check off a clipboard while smacking my lips, pretending to chew gum.


“Imitations.” Coach was following us with his clipboard and checked off another box. “Hate those,” was all he said as he walked us towards the gym.


Coach actually talks more like a young Dan Aykroyd than anything approaching Austrian, but I like to joke with my little brother whenever I get the chance. I know he’s only my half-brother biologically, but I think we share a pretty deep bond; it might be because I just found out I had a different father this week. I wouldn’t tell HIM that, though – so if he’s reading this journal, then fuck off, you little wanker.


I am a fan of classic Saturday Night Live – I haven’t watched any of the new season because it out-right sucks. I guess, like 1980s movies, the older generation knew what kind of stuff appeals to me.


Speaking of wanking, I was suddenly introduced to the singular reason for gym class to not be a total suckathon.


On one side of the gym are 50 grunting, sweaty, mouth-breathing jocks, all wearing the same dorky black shorts and white shirts with knee-high white socks. The gym smells like balls – both the athletic and the hairy kind – and you never really get used to it.


That certainly sucks.


However, to get to that side of the gym, if you walk the wrong way around the gym (which we did), then you have to walk past about 50 nubile, lithe, willowy, teenage girls wearing thin white shirts, all lined up so you can stare at their asses as you walk past.


I had the distinct fantasy of imagining myself fucking each and every one of these girls, one at a time, as I walked past each one. I mentally photographed the outline of their pert little asses for future masturbatory material.


We spotted Taylor standing in line at attention with the other girls. Kimber and Summer were both standing casually next to her, chewing their own gum and rolling their eyes.


Taylor actually smiled at me when we walked past.


I really had yet to get my head around what was going on with my sister. She’d always been a complete bitch to me, and I don’t just mean recently. She’s been catty, manipulative, and cruel, and always ready to laugh at me, or tell on me, or trick me, for as long as I can remember.


When I was seven years old I got a little red wagon for Christmas, and the only thing I was able to ever use it for was to pull her and her friends down the street. She had me convinced that since it was mine, I was obligated to give her rides anytime she wanted.


It was like none of that ever happened and she was totally different now.


I take that back.


It was like, since it happened, she was trying to make it right through these extreme means.


I couldn’t shake the sneaking suspicion that she had some other hidden agenda for being so nice and willing to humiliate and debase herself. I really couldn’t process what she was angling for, if that were the case, so I told myself it was best not to dwell too much on it.

She still had her black hair in pigtails, but she had changed into a white shirt and black shorts like the other girls wore. A lot of them rolled up the sleeves or tied it up to show off their midriffs, but Taylor had hers on properly. It was odd to see her wearing clothes now – she looked unusually plain that way.


I smiled back at her and waved.


“Nice of you to join us, ladies,” Coach Andretti welcomed us to the guys’ side of the gym. “I see for some reason you took the long way around the gym instead of walking directly to the guy side. Is that because you thought you belonged on the girls’ side? Or do you just like to look at teenage butts?” the coach spoke like a husky drill sergeant.


“I uh…” I was taken aback that he asked this question in front of 100 other students and the fact they were all snickering at us.


“Let’s hope you have better hand-eye coordination than you do the ability to articulate an original thought, Swift!” Coach Andretti observed.


“Actually, looking at butts is pretty cool,” Scotty snapped back at him cleverly, and several of the students laughed with my brother. He could be pretty glib when he wanted to be – but his smartassness didn’t always pay off.


“You like looking at butts? How about an hour of picking them up along The Wall?” Mr. Andretti threatened us.


“Would it get me out of gym?” Scotty asked quite seriously.


“It just did,” Coach Andretti said, and declared as he chewed his gum, “Smartasses. I hate those. Swifts – report out to the Quad and dispose of every butt along The Wall.”

I wasn’t sure what would be worse – the physical activity that the gym teacher had planned for me to humiliate myself with, or having to stand out in an empty Quad listening to my brother’s wisecracks and random belches and farts.


“Great, where do we get those little spiky sticks they use to pick them up?” Scotty asked on my behalf.


“You don’t.” Coach Swift told us we’d bend over and pick up each and every one of them “…one at a time. Administration only lets me assign exercise, and to count as exercise you need to bend over completely and pick up one at a time. Let’s move it, Swifts – get out of my sight and out to the Quad. I’ll be watching you out there!”

“If we get out of your sight, then how will you be watching us?” Scotty asked, pushing the Coach’s buttons – probably not wise on the first day.


“You have butt duty tomorrow as well.” Coach pointed in the direction of the gym doors that lead out of the gym and into the Quad area.


“If you tell me what sport you have planned for Monday, I can let you know whether I’d prefer butt duty then as well,” Scotty was already saying as he walked towards the door.


Coach ignored him and fumed at me as well.


“It probably isn’t wise to piss off the gym teacher on the first day,” I whispered to my little brother once I caught up with him.


“That guy’s a joke. The worst thing he can do to us is make us pick up some trash. I’m not really worried about it,” Scotty chuckled.


“I can hear you!” Coach Andretti shouted as we stepped outside.


“I can smell you!” Scotty whispered softly enough that I hoped Coach Andretti couldn’t hear his comeback.


The school is built around a central plaza known as the Quad. It serves as not only a shortcut to get across the school quickly, but also as a hangout during lunch. The school has designated an area that doesn’t lead directly to classes as smoking, and we collectively call it the very original name of “The Wall”.


I like to imagine that some students were Pink Floyd fans and they would say, “You want to go put another brick in the wall?” when they went there to smoke back in the 70s or 80s, whenever the name was chosen. But it was probably just called that because it’s simply a brick wall, with almost no shade, that you wouldn’t go to unless you like to smoke.


My sister and her friends liked to hang out here with the few other goth kids and troublemakers. They like to throw their trash and cigarettes on the ground – that until now I assumed was picked up by the school janitors.


“Good going, Oppenheimer.” I pointed to the row of trash that was strewn out along the edge of the wall and said it was going to take us all day to pick this up.


“So? The class is only an hour,” Scotty shrugged and started picking up cigarettes slowly. “We do this slow and steady and whatever we get done is what we get done. It isn’t like he can make us stay after class,” my little brother said.


Scotty liked to question authority and push boundaries a lot more than I did.


“You know we’re supposed to be setting a good example for Fart Face.” I joined him in picking up the cigarettes by hand. “You talking down to the gym teacher and pushing his buttons is exactly what she would do,” I suggested.


“She still does.” Scotty shrugged and said he thought her discipline was just a smoke screen. “You see the way she was acting when she thinks no one’s watching. Then when mom showed up she was all ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, ma’am’. That bitch is playing us.” Scotty grimaced as he tossed a handful of the discarded cigarettes into a rubbish bin.


“What is she getting out of being disciplined?” I asked. I had wondered the same thing, but couldn’t come up with anything.


“I don’t know,” Scotty said, then suggested, “Maybe she likes getting things shoved up her butt, or maybe she likes dressing like a slut now.”


“That doesn’t sound like her,” I shook my head in disagreement. I offered my own theory: “She could really just want to make up for all the rotten shit she pulled over the years and keep herself from the temptation of doing it by submitting to discipline.”


“Now THAT really doesn’t sound like her,” Scotty chuckled as we made little headway picking up the garbage.


“It’s Occam’s razor,” I explained. “The answer that is most likely true is the simplest answer. If it is, then we need to set a good example and actually help her. If it isn’t, then we still lose nothing by setting a good example.”


“What about BLACK razor?” Scotty quipped in response. “Black razor has a +3 enhancement bonus and, when wielded, grants regeneration and immunity to Charm and Fear effects.”


“Don’t lecture me about Dungeons and Dragons, Scotty! I’m the one who taught you how to play the damned game!” I chuckled at my brother’s reference to the mythical sword from the fantasy role-playing game and quoted the poem from the Genie’s riddle in Tomb of Horrors where you obtain the sword.


Ye who hold the razor's blade

Forged of darkest iron

Quenched by blood and fear,

Know that ye hold the key

To the one who guards

Bhaal's sacred murdered tear.


“You fucking nerd,” Scotty laughed at me.


“You’re the one who quoted me the sword’s stats,” I argued, while laughing along with him.


“Yeah, that’s game stats. I don’t go around memorizing the lore like some kind of supernerd.” Scotty and I were about to start one of our uber-arguments. I welcome these fruitless discussions at times like this because it would make the time go by faster.


“Do you want my help, sir?” I heard my sister’s voice behind us.


“What are you doing here?” I wondered how long Taylor had been there listening to us squabble as I bent over.


“I was disrespectful to Coach Andretti so that I could come out here and help you, Sir,” Taylor admitted, and said, “I know you’ll probably punish me for that, but it was the only way he would send me here, and Mistress doesn’t want me hanging around with Mistress Kimber and Mistress Summer any longer.”


“I think she also didn’t want you calling them ‘Mistress’,” I reminded her, as I stood up to face my sister.


“Sorry, Sir, they insisted I do, and it became a habit; just like calling you ‘Sir’ is for me now,” Taylor admitted.


I really wanted to believe her when she told me that, but the casual “So what? I don’t mind doing it” attitude she had sometimes just wasn’t my sister’s normal M.O.


“You know we aren’t allowed to punish you at school,” I reminded her, and she actually looked slightly disappointed. “We can’t punish you anyway for something we ourselves did – especially since your only reason was to be put out here with us.”


“I’m sorry, Sir,” Taylor offered, apologizing.


“Sorry for what?” I asked skeptically, and told her to join us picking up trash.


“Sorry you don’t get to punish me for my wickedness at school. I told Coach Andretti that he smelled like pasta sauce and pepperoni. You would have laughed!” she smiled happily, joining us bending over to pick up trash.


“Ha-ha!” Scotty did laugh, and asked what the teacher said.


“Italian stereotype jokes?” Taylor did a great imitation of him smacking his gum. “I hate Italian stereotype jokes. Swift, I don’t know what happened this past week. You finally started to seem like a decent human being, but now that your brothers are here, you want to go back to your old habits. Get your butt outside on butt detail until your attitude improves.”

“Brilliant,” Scotty applauded her.


“See, that’s where we failed you. You were doing good in class, and now, due to our influence, you’re talking back to the coach. If we’re going to earn Mom and Dad’s trust in watching over you, we have to be better than you. We have to behave ourselves and set a good example.” I apologized to my sister for my lack of judgment.


“Nonsense, Sir.” Taylor energetically bent over at the waist with her legs slightly apart to pick up each cigarette butt one at a time. “You aren’t under discipline, so you’re held to a different standard than I am. You don’t have to bend over at the waist to pick something up because you aren’t learning the same lessons, for example. You don’t have to wear a butt-plug all day either,” she explained.


“Do the other girls know you have the plug in?” I asked curiously. She had to change into shorts at some point, and she didn’t wear panties, so it only stood to reason someone in the locker-room saw.


“Oh, without a doubt, Sir – the rumors in this school spread faster than jelly,” Taylor admitted, and shrugged off the gossiping. “They see Strawberry Sprinkles sticking out slightly whenever I change and most of them giggle and talk. They talked behind my back before this anyway – now they just do it to my face and I can’t snap their heads off – which I think is actually preferable,” she smiled before continuing her explanation for us. “ The bathroom stalls don’t have any doors, so they also see me holding him in my mouth when Mistress Kimber and Mistress Summer snap pictures for Master to prove that I cleaned him. I’ve kind of had to get used to the teasing.” She apologized for referring to them as Mistresses again, adding, “It’s a hard habit to break without direct punishment, but I’ll admit to Mistress when we get home that I keep breaking the rules and ask for correction,” she said.


“I’m not sure I believe you,” Scotty said.


“I understand, Sir.” Taylor bent over, sticking her butt out as she did. “You can watch me admit my mistakes to Mistress and beg for correction when we get home. I’d appreciate it if you made sure I wasn’t tempted to try to leave out any of the facts to avoid a proper correction.” She smiled as she said it.


“No, I mean I don’t know that I believe all of this.” Scotty point-blank challenged our sister’s motivations for going through with this discipline.


“I’m not sure what to say to that, Sir.” Taylor seemed to consider what her younger brother was saying and be sensitive to his concerns, adding that she understood why he was skeptical. “My nature has been to lie and manipulate, and that’s the only person you’ve ever known. I don’t know how else to convince you of my intentions to be rid of that person and start over. You saw me last night beg you for correction, and then I gave you both hand-jobs and ate your cum off the floor like a good girl.”


“It just seems a little too good to be true,” Scotty pointed out.


“Awww, well, thank you, Sir.” Taylor explained, “I wish this discipline were not necessary. I came to the conclusion I need correction and discipline. When Mistress caught me today I was laughing and joking because Mistress, I mean just plain MISS Kimber and MISS Summer,” – Taylor corrected herself this time – “told me that I could act casually; and don’t keep me on my toes at school. You can’t either; so I’m going to have a hard time every day when I get home because I have to ask Mistress to punish me for all these transgressions long after I made them,” she mused, before adding one more observation: “The things that may be too good to be true may still be true – like Sir Donny going on a date with Miss Hope Miller,” she smirked.


“You make a good point,” Scotty said, before observing that she seemed to take all of this so lightly. “You never would have gotten yourself in trouble just to come out here and help us pick up this trash before, and yet you here you are, smiling,” he commented.


“Not true, sir.” Taylor admitted she totally would have gotten herself into trouble just to come outside and pick up trash and be with her friends if they were out here. “The difference is I wouldn’t have been smiling or actually picking up trash – I would have been scowling and not giving a shit about picking up trash. The discipline has changed me that much,” she admitted.


“So you see us as friends?” Scotty asked skeptically.


“I’m not sure what to think, Sir,” Taylor admitted, saying that she was a little perplexed as well by the new rules. “You are my betters and my handlers at school now, but you aren’t my Masters – you can’t punish me. If you thought of me as a friend, then you may be inclined to let my behavior slide. But I really don’t know how this is supposed to work,” she said.


I really never thought of Taylor as my friend before this began, and yet now – I kind of wanted her to be my friend.


“Then you won’t mind if we do discipline you at school?” he asked.


“I wouldn’t, Sir.” Taylor added, “I wish you could. That may go a long way to proving to you that I’m truly sorry for all the wicked shenanigans I pulled on you. But, as you said, Master wanted you to focus on your studies and just report on my behavior, not correct it,” she said.


“Does that mean, though, if we give you an order you’ll follow it?” Scotty asked.


“I think Mistress needs to clarify what you can and cannot tell me to do,” Taylor said, noting that some of the rules no longer made sense. “Everyone in the girls’ locker room area has seen me sitting on the toilet with Strawberry Sprinkles hanging out of my mouth. Once they all saw, I was actually relieved; because, after the laughing stopped, I could just get on with what I had to do in the bathroom – which is how it’s been at home, too, when I get trained. You can’t go into the girls’ bathroom, though, and actually observe me, so the rules have changed.”


She had a great point.


“You could use the boy’s bathroom,” Scotty smiled devilishly – he was clearly kidding.


“Oh, I’m sure the laughing may never subside if that were the case, but Coach would probably say something about butt-plugs and hating those and chase us out of there,” I joked.


“Until last year Kimber had to use the boys’ locker room to change, Sir.” Taylor said that was because she was transgender. Only this past year they’d made laws allowing transgenders the right to use the bathroom they identify with.


“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I remember a few football players saying they identified as girls so they could walk around the shower room staring at tits,” Scotty chuckled.


“Most girls don’t actually shower and walk around naked having pillow fights and laughing like little nymphos in there. Most of us change and get the hell out of that gross little room, Sir.”


“Most girls? Which ones DO?” Scotty raised his eyebrows up and down excitedly.


“The kind you probably don’t want to see,” I scorned my brother with the hard brush of reality.


“Actually, a lot of the cheerleaders just strip completely naked as soon as they get in there and stay that way,” Taylor admitted, indicating she was actually surprised by that. “It’s almost like they all have to do it, or just want to show off their smoking-hot bods, Sir.”


Great – now I was hard as a rock. The mental image of all those sweaty, nubile young bodies, like Hope Miller and all the other cheerleaders, walking around casually naked with their tits bouncing… I could just see that angel of perfection snapping a towel at one of her friends and giggling.


“Hah-hah, you got a boner,” my brother goofed on me. One of the few downsides to having a large Johnson is that it’s nearly impossible to hide when you’re at full mast, and with these little shorts it would be next to obvious.


“Did you want me to jerk you off, Sir?” my sister dutifully offered.


I would have thought she was being sarcastic in how sweetly she volunteered her hand to the task – in fact, it was still hard to believe she or any girl would be that cooperative at school.


“Sure, want me to just whip it out here in the Quad?” I asked my sister sarcastically.


“Yeah dude, let’s see that python on the warpath,” Scotty encouraged me to do just that.


I rolled my eyes at him as I continued to pick up cigarette butts.


“It’s just out here, and we have plenty of time before the bell. But if you’re afraid someone might see that mighty cock, Sir…” Taylor seemed quite proud of the size of my dick, despite the playful way in which she teased me, before suggesting, “there’s a blind spot where the cool kids go to smoke pot called ‘the corner’.”


I hadn’t noticed a dark alcove along the wall either, and perhaps that’s why teachers seldom noticed it as well. It looked like it had originally been built for future expansion of the Quad to include another wing of classrooms. The small 3-foot chamber was quite shallow, but it would suffice.


“Wow, thank you.” I checked out the corner. As my sister had promised, it offered enough cover to prevent anyone walking past to notice me; even with my shorts around my ankles.


“I aim to please, Sir,” Taylor answered dutifully.


“Just aim our cocks towards your face and not ours.” Scotty was coming with me. I looked at him scornfully, but he shrugged innocently and said, “You aren’t the only one with wood.”


I hadn’t noticed – his dick was swollen in his shorts, just like mine.


Taylor greedily walked with us over to the alcove.


I felt nervous – what if the coach came out and found us not picking up cigarettes? Or a teacher happened by? It may be different with any other girl. I’d even be considered a stud. But with my own sister? That may earn me the wrong reputation.


I’m a lot like my mom in that my natural instinct is to follow rules, or at least try to when I can.


Scotty, on the other hand, already had my sister undressing completely and stood over her with a broad grin of satisfaction on his face. “Take your time, Fart Face!”


“Yes, sir.” Taylor removed her bottoms first and then her shirt, leaving only her white socks and a pair of cheap gym sneakers. I could see the purple end of Strawberry Sprinkles sticking a few inches out of my sister’s asshole.


“You aren’t worried someone will catch us out here?” I asked her cautiously. I was already feeling a little worried that at any moment the coach would come catch us with our pants literally around our ankles. I felt an elevated excitement at being naked, while at the same time a constant fear of being caught.


“You are my betters,” Taylor reminded me, saying that if we order it, she has to obey and trust that we know what’s best.


“So if I ordered you to strip and walk slowly through the school, completely naked, and shake your ass at every freshman, you would?” I asked skeptically. She was already squatting and pulling my shorts down by the waistband with her teeth.


I was not only skeptical that there were no limits to my authority with her, as far as she was concerned, but another thought occurred to me: Taylor seemed completely removed from concern or even responsibility over what happened to her. It was almost like she was at peace with it.


She chuckled as she took my hard cock in her hand and performed the same trick, to pull down Scotty’s shorts with her teeth, so she could grab his pecker in the other hand.


“I don’t think you’d order me to do that, Sir,” she said, smiling up at me. I had never seen my sister smile genuinely since we were very little, until this past week. It was actually a sight to behold. She had such a delightful smile when she actually meant it and wasn’t being up to some mischief or laughing at my misfortune.


She was right – I wouldn’t order it, although I didn’t want to admit it.


That was one sure way to get us all expelled, and Mom and Dad would definitely never let me have responsibility over my sister if I did that. Besides, what was to be gained by such a display?


Taylor began stroking my cock. She had learned in short order how to shake my cock just the way I liked and pinched the bottom vein right under the head with enough pressure to get me excited.


“You have authority over me, but also responsibility to make sure that I behave and don’t do anything like that. So I have to trust that you know what’s best for me, just like I do Mistress and Master. They put the faith in you to keep me in line, and I’m sure you’ll do just that, Sir!” She sounded excited to find out.


“Actually, Mistress…” – I corrected myself as I didn’t have to call her that – “Mom put us in charge, Dad had nothing to do with it,” I said.


“That may be, Sir,” Taylor said while pulling us both off. “But Master put Mistress in charge, and so as far as I’m concerned, that makes you my boss.”


“It’s hard to fault that logic,” Scotty said as he had his hands behind his head, enjoying the ride. “Do that thing where you play double dong with us, Fart Face.”


“Double dong, Sir?” Taylor asked while squatting naked, her legs wide enough apart I could see her hairless pussy already starting to get juicy.


“You know…” Scotty explained it was where she got into a rhythm and pulled my dick and then pulled his, like a pump alternating pistons. I hadn’t noticed, and apparently Taylor didn’t realize she did that either.


“Yes, Sir, if you wish,” Taylor said, smirking up at us and enjoying the look of anticipation on both of our faces.


She reminded me of a brunette version of Kaley Cuoco, the actress that plays Penny on Big Bang Theory, when she looked up at me like that. Taylor wore the same clever expression on her face that hovers somewhere between a pragmatic “Get the job done” and “I’ve got something funny to say” as she smiled at us with the corners of her lips turned up into a wry grin.


“You aren’t worried I WON’T order it?” Scotty chuckled.


“With you, Sir,” Taylor smiled pleasingly, “…anything is possible, but I know that you have my best interest at heart. And while it may amuse you to see me get in trouble, you won’t like what Mistress does when she finds out,” she smirked.


“I should bend you over and spank you right here!” Scotty’s bemused expression gave away the fact he was feigning outrage at the suggestion – Taylor was actually pretty smart, at least with common sense, and she was right on that count as well.


“I wish you would, Sir!” Taylor smirked right back confidently. Her reaction was so different than the sister I had grown up with before now. She seemed enthusiastically accepting of our authority in a way that I was still unable to get used to.


“We get to spank you when you’re babysitting; we should be able to punish you here as well,” Scotty mused thoughtfully while enjoying the hand-job. My sister had become quite the expert in a few days, and was definitely much better at it now. She could prolong the ecstasy and yet not make you feel you were getting robbed of the pleasure.


“As I said earlier, Sir…” Taylor said that she needed discipline at school just like any place else. “If you think it’s best, then I would submit to your judgement for any correction at school that you felt was necessary.”


“Correction is VERY necessary,” Scotty nodded enthusiastically in agreement.


“What exactly did she do that deserves a correction?” I asked skeptically. My brother looked at me as if I were spoiling his fun, but I noticed Taylor gave me a glance of respect – at least, that’s what I thought her expression was.


“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re starting to feel sorry for me, Sir,” Taylor chided me playfully while squeezing my cock warmly in her hand.


“I do, and that’s why I want you to follow the rules,” I told my sister. “I am glad we can discipline you now. I just want to make sure before we do that you know why and are suitably willing to learn from the correction – not just because my little brother thinks it’s fun to slap your fat ass,” I chuckled.


“Meanie.” Taylor stuck her tongue out at me with a spry look on her face, but clearly agreed with my sentiment – looking at Scotty for direction on the need for punishment. “As long as it’s is not with that fat dick of yours, Sir!”

I was amazingly flattered that she was so impressed with the size of my dick. I’d been such a lonely virgin for so long that I started to imagine most women would be intimidated or seem afraid of it. I know they all SAY they like big dicks, but I couldn’t imagine it even fitting in a tiny little hole like the slit between my sister’s legs. I’m actually pretty self-conscious about it. I know most guys would say I’m crazy, but I’ve been afraid girls would laugh or be afraid of it!


I could tell Scotty was searching his memory for something, anything, that would fit the need to punish our sister. The fact that our sister was vigorously massaging the pre-cum out of his dick probably had something to do with his lack of total concentration.


“How come you always say Donny’s cock is sculpted by the hand of Zeus himself, and you don’t say anything about my pecker?” Scotty changed the subject back to the size of his Johnson.


Taylor giggled as she treated us like a snake-handler would her two favorite pets. “Is that jealousy I detect, Sir?” she teased him while looking up at us with her pretty blue eyes.


“I could say you have a fat ass like Donny’s dick is fat!” Scotty tried to scold her, but when she giggled he realized he was going down the wrong track with her.


“You could say that, and you’d be right on both counts, Sir. I won’t deny I have a little bubble butt. Until I started going to school without panties I didn’t even realize how much it stuck out, Sir.” Taylor shook her ass and stuck it up and out, spreading her legs wider as she remained on her knees in front of us.


“I could say you have decent tits, but Mom’s jugs are super-tits compared to your regular-sized ones!” Scotty sounded petty when he tried to get defensive. I didn’t want him feeling jealous of what I had between my legs. Who am I kidding? I was totally loving him making a fool of himself about what I was packing, but I pretended not to care.


“You could and you’d be right, Sir,” Taylor admitted, agreeing that mom had super-nice tits. “I’ve seen her topless and she has super-perky boobs and wears nipple shields!”


“When did you see Mom topless, and what are nipple shields?” Scotty smirked.


“The night she took me in her room to punish me, she got undressed in front of me and I saw them. She has brass rings around her nipples holding them out – extending them.”


“That’s fucking hot,” Scotty was loving it so much that, before I could call bullshit on Taylor’s story, he spunked all over my sister’s face and in her eyes, nose, and on her lips.


I thought she may actually get pissed-off because some of his cum landed in her hair, but she giggled and asked permission to lick it up while adding, “You know what I like about your dick though, Sir?”


“What?” Scotty gave her permission and asked what she liked about his dick – trying not to sound like he was desperate for a compliment, and failing.


“You can cum and cum and cum if I keep playing with you,” Taylor flicked some cum from her face into her mouth and then started tugging on his soft cock again. She said she’d noticed he got hard right away last night at the hotel after he fed her then.


“Wow, are you just saying this to get out of punishment?” Scotty was flattered, and euphoric after shooting his load all over our sister.


“No sir, I need to be punished – I asked for correction. I’ve been bad and had mean thoughts all day, but may I please play with myself afterwards?” Taylor focused on my cock over my brother’s, since I was a lot closer to shooting my load than he was now.


“So that’s your angle,” Scotty chuckled and said she’s just being nice to us and willing to be punished so she could play with herself.


“Guilty as charged, Sir.” Taylor said she was very horny and freely admitted she had been wanting to all day. “I’ve been good all day except for the times I was very, very bad, Sir. Will you let me play with myself, Sir? Pretty please with sugar on top?” she begged like an impatient child wanting her favorite toy.


“Why don’t you worry about satisfying your betters first,” I reached over and smacked her bare butt hard. There was a satisfying smack as my hand slapped against my sister’s well-rounded ass.


“Thank you, Sir,” Taylor asked me how many I was going to give her. I really had no idea – I hadn’t thought beyond the first one.


“Tough call.” I stalled for time and looked at my brother for ideas on how to respond. I knew we were going to punish her, and she seemed to be okay with that, but I wanted to make sure whatever reason we gave when she told Mom she would agree it had actually been necessary. I could see how my first day in charge at school would be my last if Mom thought I was abusing my authority.


“A hundred?” Scotty replied without hesitation. It brought a smile to my face just to see my sister recoil slightly at the thought of that many swats even though she bravely offered her derriere without hesitation the look on her face showed a trace of worry we were serious. She had been so gung-ho that I actually enjoyed seeing reluctance spread across that cute little face of hers.


“If it calls for it,” I agreed with him, but said that I wasn’t entirely sure. “You said you’d been very, very bad today – what did you do wrong?” I’m tall enough that I can actually bend over my sister and smack her ass while she jacks me off.


“I got aroused many times – soaking wet, actually, when I should have had my mind on my studies, Sir,” Taylor admitted.


“We do that too,” I said, but I gave her another swat and told her she needed to start counting and thanking me. I remembered when Dad made her do that, and I liked the idea of making it seem more formal rather than me just really enjoying watching her ass jiggle each time I gave her a nice, hard whack on the butt.


“Thank you for reminding me, Sir! That was three! Mistress had been making me count each spanking, but lately she’s been spanking me so much she hasn’t had time to wait between swats,” she said it with a shrug as she smiled.


“So, maybe punishment isn’t going to improve your behavior if you’re still being disrespectful and mischievous around the house and you’ve got Mom so flustered she can’t keep up with the count?” I made a nice wallop on her ass that time.


“Four, Sir!” my sister responded with a groan of pain, and yet endured it. “Oh, no, I am improving. I can see it now. The punishments are helping me accept that I’ve been held to a different standard from everyone else in the family for so long that I could get away with saying or doing anything I want – and hurting anyone I wanted. It just needs to be applied consistently, and I appreciate you disciplining me and making me count. Thank you, Sir!”


“So you aren’t ashamed of being punished? You actually seem to look forward to it?” I gave her another swat on the between part of her heart-shaped ass. I loved to look at the thigh gap between her pussy and legs, but from this angle I could only hit the top of her ass.


“Five, Sir. Not ashamed – I mean, I should be sorry for doing all of these things wrong, and I am. I’m sorry for disrespecting Mom today and flaunting my freedoms here in the Quad when she caught me laughing and glaring at people. I just am…” Taylor searched for the words while I gave her another swat. “Six, Sir, thank you! I’m empowered by this submission. I think I’m testing myself to see if I have the strength to submit and endure the pain. If I can do this, I wonder what else I’m capable of!”


She genuinely seemed hopeful, and her bright blue eyes had me mesmerized as she looked up at me.


“You could be capable of lapping my cum off the floor!” Scotty reminded her of her place by teabagging her with his balls on her forehead. “More pulling and less blabbing!” he complained, indicating his dick wasn’t getting enough of her attention.


My brother started singing “Dip, dip, potato chip” which is a chant we use when we teabag someone online in one of our video games. I had to chuckle at the silliness of how it sounded right then, but he still seemed angry with her while he rested his nuts on her forehead in time to his singing.


She smiled at him and suggested he spank her if she was unhappy with the service.


“I would if Stretch Armstrong gave me a turn!” Scotty teased me about my long arms.


“Fart Face has enough ass for both of us to hit at the same time.” I chuckled at my joke and saw my sister give me a lemony smirk in response. “We can take turns, though, if you want!”


“Tag team!” Scotty high-fived me and then with the same hand slapped our sister hard on the ass. It wasn’t easy for him while getting a hand-job, but he managed it by reaching over her.


“Want to try that one again, Sir? It was kind of a glance.” Taylor actually looked disappointed in him.


“That was just a practice shot,” Scotty moved around to Taylor’s side so he had more leverage and told her he hadn’t said to stop playing with his dick before he gave her a much harder slap across the ass. “Time to get a little more serious!” Scotty was proud of how he made her ass jiggle and her back flinch.


“Seven, Sir!” Taylor thanked him and asked how many she was going to get for this punishment, politely sticking her rosy pink ass out and up for another.


“I don’t want to be mean, but I think twenty is fair for disrespecting Mom today and just as a general attitude adjustment,” I said, taking my turn on Taylor’s ass.


“I would be mean,” Taylor said, thanking me for the swat. When I asked her to explain what she meant. She said plainly that, if the shoe were on the other foot and it was her spanking us, she’d be a lot meaner and stricter.


“Like what?” Scotty asked while he gave her another swat.


“Nine, Sir, thank you!” Taylor told him without hesitation that she’d make us press our dicks to the ground and our butt-plugs would be in our mouths. “You keep hitting the base with your hand. I’d want you sucking on it!” she giggled, teasing us.


“Get your nipples scraping the sidewalk.” I promised her as I gave her another swat that I could be a lot more strict. I was actually incensed that she dared to suggest this wasn’t difficult enough. “The only reason we don’t have it in your mouth is I want to hear you thank me each time.”


“Ten, Sir; and I can thank you with Strawberry Sprinkles in my mouth, if you don’t mind me sounding a little like I have marbles in my mouth.” My sister’s new submissive attitude was surprising, but what I couldn’t get used to most of all was how horny she seemed. It seemed so strange to see my goth sister – who was ordinarily sullen – paying attention to me, much less being this obedient and helpful!


“Open wide and say aaahhh!” Scotty wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth when his sister was willing to open hers! He had already yanked the plug out of my sister’s ass and was holding the wet tip in front of her face.


Taylor opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue out so we could see her pink mouth was empty, and volunteered to clean her own dildo as she enthusiastically made the requisite “ahhh” sound like she was visiting the doctor for an exam but certain she was in perfect health.


“You wouldn’t eat a chip before if you thought someone double-dipped a nacho in the salsa bowl, and now you’ll hold a butt-plug in your mouth?” I asked skeptically.


Taylor gasped as my brother crammed the purple jelly dildo down her throat and had to adjust herself quickly in order to answer my question. She gobbled the entire thing dutifully, even though she was choking. I noticed a slight tear form in the corner of her eye.


“Having second thoughts, Fart Face?” I asked her.


She looked at me with surprise on her face as Scotty twisted the dildo in her mouth, and shook her head no – encouraging him to be even rougher with her. This was honestly blowing my mind.


“That was different,” she mumbled around the dildo. “I was different, Sir – it’s really not so bad, and it is my own business I’m cleaning off,” she offered as an explanation.


“That’s true,” Scotty nodded in appreciation that it was different when it’s your own bodily fluids.


“You spend a lot of time cleaning dildos that have been up your ass, do ya?” I offered sarcastically to my brother as he scrubbed my sister’s tonsils by moving the dildo in and out of her mouth. She looked up at us while keeping her tits as close to the ground as possible and her ass up in the air, waiting for another swat.


“No,” Scotty acknowledged my point and added that if someone spit in your mouth you may be grossed out, but you swallow your own spit all day long and think nothing of it.


I never thought of it quite like that.


“Yeah, but she gobbles OUR cum too,” I countered while getting that familiar tell-tale feeling that I’m about to orgasm.


“Dude, you look so cool when you’re about to bust a nut,” my brother chuckled as he removed the dildo from Taylor’s mouth and pushed her head close to my cock. She opened her mouth as if she was going to give me a full-on loving blowjob and offered her tongue wickedly. “You get this ‘Oh, Oh, Oh,’ face!” my brother mimicked me in what I hoped was an exaggerated expression as I started to shoot my hot, sticky load down my sister’s gullet.


“It’s cute, Suh,” Taylor said as she let me spluge while holding her mouth open for me like a wet, pink target for my DNA. Not to toot my own horn, but it was a lot of jizz, and she didn’t flinch or back away. “You’re right, Suh, I’m learning to get outside of my comfort zone and do things I never thought I would do – so are you. Did you think you’d be capable of disciplining me before this week?”


She was so right – this had all been a blur. I could hardly believe that last week my sister was this goth-bitch emo chick who laughed at me for being a total loser, and now she was naked with her legs apart letting me cum in her mouth. So much had changed inside of a week, and the weirdest part was Mom and Dad seemed to be cool with it.


Well, I wasn’t so sure about Dad. Mom was no doubt going over all of these things with him to make sure it was fine, but I hadn’t actually heard from him that we were supposed to be disciplining her or using her mouth this way.


“I’ve thought about this every single day for the last year,” Scotty said. I wasn’t sure if he was lying or not, but he answered for me.


“You have, Sir?” Taylor seemed pleasantly surprised at his admission that he had fantasized about being in control of her.


“Nothing but.” Scotty promised with a jovial manner that he had but one thought for the last year, and that was spanking and disciplining Taylor as he gave her a hard slap on the butt.


“You told me you thought of nothing but if we were in a plane crash and we had to choose one person to eat, who it would be,” I joked back – my brother and I had actually talked about crazy stuff like that.


“Sure, that too,” Scotty agreed, barely taking notice of our sister continuing to hold my cum in her open mouth while she thanked him and counted off the spanking he gave her. “I think it would have to be Fart Face!” he joked, saying that he’d eat his sister if it came down to his survival.


“Why’s that?” I popped Taylor on the ass. I admit after I cum I feel a little weak, so it wasn’t nearly as hard as I wanted – and I put my finger almost in her pussy as I brought it down on her bottom.


“Well, we fed her enough times – she owes us one? You wouldn’t mind being barbecue if it meant your brothers’ survival, would you, Fart Face?” Scotty asked her jokingly.


Taylor’s face got very pale and her blue eyes lit up. She thanked me as she counted out the twelfth swat; and, rather than answer him, asked if she could swallow my cum now and play with herself while we finished her discipline.


“I thought you loved the taste of cum?” I asked her sarcastically. I couldn’t really understand how she loved it and had my suspicion she was pretending to enjoy it. Yet at the same time – I really wanted to see her gobble my cum and tried not to overthink things like I normally did.


“I do, Suh.” She showed me the dripping, almost clear cum in her mouth as she answered, and said she was so turned-on she just wanted to focus on diddling her cunt and didn’t want to drool it out down her chin.


“What does it taste like?” I asked her without giving her permission.


“You don’t know what your own cum tastes like, dude?” Scotty asked me while giving her another swat.


“You eat your own cum?” I teased him.


“I mean, I’ve tasted myself on my fingers,” Scotty got a little embarrassed and walked back his observation.


“You both taste different, Sir.” Taylor could talk more easily now that the cum had absorbed into her saliva from being trapped in her mouth for so long. “That was thirteen, and thank you!” she said before explaining she could tell the difference. “Yours is saltier and reminds me a little of parmesan cheese,” she said of Scotty, and told me that mine started to sting after a while, like it was electric.


“That’s because of all the microscopic baby fishes in there all wriggling around looking for an egg and finding out they just got dumped into a slut’s mouth instead,” I teased her as I gave her a much harder swat to make up for my last weak stroke. I saw her back straighten and she had to steady herself.


“Hey, it’s a step up from finding themselves in a tissue under your computer table,” Scotty joked back.


“That’s an idea.” I told her I wanted her to eat all the tissues underneath my computer table when she got home. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to see that, and I fully expected her to draw the line at some point and refuse.


This was not that point.


She got even more turned-on and promised she would do anything I wanted as long as I gave her the remaining swats like the last one and let her diddle herself.


“Now this is a negotiation, is it?” I joked.


“PUH-LEAZE SIR, I need an attitude adjustment and that last one was hard enough to make it feel like Master. Give it to me again – thank you! That was fourteen!”


“Okay, you can play with yourself with one finger,” I actually felt sorry for my sister. She looked painfully horny. It’s strange, because I haven’t felt sorry for her when she suffered and was tied up in the living room, humiliated and spanked; but seeing her writhe in such desperate frustration to pleasure herself that she was willing to debase and degrade herself – I found actual sympathy – not enough to let her play with herself right then. I couldn’t be too much of a push over or she would never respect me.


I guess it’s years of being a lonely loser – even though I masturbated in private at least six times a day since I entered puberty – that made me allow her to play with herself.


Scotty and I were both getting hard as she vigorously massaged her clit. She was rubbing it back and forth like she was jiggling a lock while pushing her thumb down hard on the part in the middle I thought was the most sensitive. It looked like she was trying to flatten her clit hood as she shut her eyes.


“No…, eyes open and looking at us,” I said, insisting that she maintain her stance on the ground with her tits down, ass up, legs apart, while Scotty and I took turns spanking her. He had the next two since I had gone out of order, and he swatted her mightily, as if we were in a friendly competition to see who could leave the biggest red mark on our sister’s ass.


I noticed now that she was being spanked more regularly that she didn’t bruise quite as badly as the first few times – that, or Scotty and I just didn’t hit nearly as hard as Mom or Dad.


She thanked us for each and every one, She continued to play with herself right in front of us, letting us see everything, including her pink, throbbing asshole. Scotty took notice and said that it looked like her pussy lips actually opened and closed while she masturbated and that her asshole was winking at him.


“It is, Sir! Please, will you spank my tits or twist my nipples, too? I appreciate the discipline you’ve given me, but if it’s just on my ass I’ll become numb there.”


“Fine, stand up on your knees.” Scotty had pulled up his gym shorts and we each took one of my sister’s hardening nipples and began pinching and twisting while she continued to play with herself.


“May I use my other hand to play with myself as well, Sir?” Taylor thanked us for the consideration.


“You may think we’re being too strict, but no.” Scotty didn’t consult me on the matter and denied her request.


“I could be stricter on you if you were in my position than you are on me – I would be stricter, Sir!” Taylor promised him, and nodded in understanding, leaving her other hand hanging at her side as instructed.


“Except that you’re not in our position and never will be.” Scotty told her to spread her legs apart slightly and jam her thumb into her ass for that. “I want you to see that we are in charge!”


“Would you like to put Strawberry Sprinkles back in, Sir?” Taylor hesitated in her request – I knew she wanted it in her pussy a lot more than she did up her ass, but she also seemed to be wrestling with a desire to be genuinely pleasing to both of us.


This was all new to all of us and I was loving it.


My brother pulled her remaining hand off her crotch and spanked her hard on the flat of her pussy lips. “If I’d wanted you to do that, don’t you think I’d have TOLD you to do that? You’re too busy focusing on your own wicked desires to listen to instructions, aren’t you?” he sneered.


“Oh, yes, Sir!!” Taylor’s head went back as she raised her voice with reckless abandon, showing that she was in enthusiastic agreement with him.


I looked around the corner into the empty courtyard, worried someone may overhear, and told the two of them to keep it down.


“I can’t help it, Master,” Taylor said with her eyes full of pleasure. “It feels so feminine to be dominated this way.”


She had called me Master so effortlessly – her head shaking with erotic delight as she had spasms of withdrawal over not being able to continue to play with her pussy. My sister reminded me of a what a crack addict looks like – desperate as her piercing blue eyes pleaded with me to allow her to get her fix.


“You called me ‘Master’.” I observe impassively I felt sorry for her – but I was enjoying making her wait and follow my commands way too much to care. I would let her play with herself for sure – I wanted to see it. I just wanted to make her wait!


“I’m sorry, Sir. I realize I did - you’re acting like my master, and so I did, like a stupid slut. Please correct my mistake! However you want.”


She probably would have let me do anything I wanted to her right then. There were some very devious fantasies I thought about that I may have done, even though she was my half-sister – even with my balls recently drained of cum.


“No, I like it – you can call us Master when we’re teaching you things!” I told her she was not allowed to play with herself any longer, though, and she needed to calm her tits. “You’re behaving like a slut-pig.”


“I am a slut-pig – I’m your slut-pig, Master.” Taylor’s blue eyes were so inviting as she promised herself to me.


“At home are you willing to call me Master in front of Mom and Dad?” I asked.


“If Master and Mistress would allow it, yes, Master!” she said.


Too confusing to call so many different people Master, I thought to myself.


“Are you willing to be my slut-piggy in front of them? Like you are right now?” I asked.


“If they allow it, yes, Sir!” Taylor promised herself – her chest heaving and her dark pigtails bouncing as she continued to writhe in the throes of ecstasy, despite not touching herself. She pleaded that she just wanted to play with herself right now and would do anything we wanted.


“Why do you want it so badly? You could have played with yourself anytime you liked before now.”


“It’s different, Master!” Taylor calling me that did sound good to my ear. I would have to give some thought to how we could tell the difference between Master Scotty and Master Donny and Master Dad if we went that route.


“I could watch TV or eat snacks whenever I wanted as well, but now that I can’t– I want it more. I miss the freedom, and yet I know it’s for the best if I don’t have it. I guess I’m learning to appreciate it more, and being denied the chance to frig my wet cunt right now is driving me crazy, sir! Please Master Donny – please! I beg you – let me have five more minutes and I’ll be a good slave.”


“You’re already a good slave,” I told her before deciding for Scotty and me that she was done playing with herself. The look on her face was bitter, like she’d smelled a fart, and yet so satisfying to see that our words held enough authority she didn’t dare continue.


“Good girl,” Scotty said. He rubbed her nipple gently and asked if she had to pee before we got dressed, reminding her that she has to pee in the yard from now on anyway.


“Ooh, yes, I do have to go. Thank you, Sir!” she admitted.


Scotty told her that she didn’t have to “go” any longer. I thought he was going to continue down the path of making her want to do things she can no longer do freely, but he just reminded her that she had to say piss and shit now and couldn’t sugarcoat it. He was holding my sister’s dildo and made her open up to hold it. She squatted in front of us with her legs wide apart.


I have to admit, I’ve seen a lot of golden shower-type videos on Redtube and different sites, but actually watching a woman’s warm stream come trickling from deep within the mysterious folds of her pink, wet pussy is deeply erotic. There’s something so excitingly taboo about being able to see such an intimate moment that normally women don’t share with you.


“Do you have to shit too?” I said, as my sister trickled her yellow stream on the sidewalk in the alcove where we had been hiding all this time.


“No, Sir.” Taylor looked deeply embarrassed at the question and didn’t make eye contact with us as she adhered to the rule about explicit speech and repeated that she didn’t have to shit at this time. She had her dildo in her mouth, but she was able to talk with it so I understood her – a skill she seemed to be getting much better at over time.


“Let me check.” I harrumphed that I didn’t believe her and thought she was a lying slut.


I have to admit, I was waiting for my sister to finally tell me ‘no’ on something, and I thought I’d just crossed a line good enough for her to pick a battle with me.


She looked guilty, turned beet-red and then shut off her piss stream so she could stick her butt up in the air on all fours, hovering over the puddle of golden piss she’d just made.


I didn’t wet my finger, I just jabbed it right into her butt. She didn’t wince, although I saw her toes curl backwards slightly like a house cat retracting her claws. I wriggled it around and felt a small turd ball. I pulled it out and held it under her nose for her to sniff.


“Dirty Sanchez time!” My brother encouraged me to draw a thin mustache on her face.


There wasn’t any brown to actually do it, but I traced a line under her nose and said that she’d lied to me. “You want me to believe you accept me as a Master, and the first thing you do is lie to me? How can I believe you actually accept me as a Master?” I asked indignantly.


“I’m sorry, Master! I am a liar. I knew I had to go, but I was too embarrassed to do it here,” she sniffed.


“Do WHAT here?” I pinched her nose and pulled the dildo out of her mouth.


“Shit in front of you both here in the Quad, Master!” Taylor admitted.


Taylor’s ass was still stuck up in the air and presented to me, so I gave it a mighty swack – harder than any before. She uncurled her toes and for the first time looked like it actually hurt. She lurched forward, but quickly returned to position.


“You stripped naked, jacked off both of your brothers, ate our cum, played with yourself, squatted and pissed, and you’re worried about doing something that will be embarrassing?” I asked incredulously.


She clearly had no response to that and acknowledged my point with a look of apology.


“You will answer when spoken to.” I wanted to slap her face but I didn’t dare. Instead, I gave her another mighty whack to the ass and this time hooked my finger so as not to hit her pussy.


I stuffed the finger that had been in her ass from my other hand into her mouth for her to clean it, and then informed the pretty little liar that deceit would not be tolerated if she wanted us to be her masters. “You’ve just lost your indoor bathroom privileges at school. You can learn to appreciate using indoor toilets. You will not be carrying crap around in that fantastic ass of yours anymore. You will inform one of us when you have to go and we will walk you like the dog you are!”


“You think I have a fantastic ass, Master?” Taylor sniffed again as if she were struggling not to cry, but was suddenly happy.


I swatted her on the butt playfully and told her that I was serious.


“I’m serious too, Sir!” Taylor smiled at me with red eyes.


“Then squat down and shit like a dog!” I instructed my sister to return to her previous position and this time shit in front of us.


“Yes, she’s squeezing cheese!” Scotty noticed the crackling curly-Q popping out of our sister’s ass as she concentrated and pissed simultaneously.


“You’ll be asking Brandon to take you outside to shit when you’re on a date with him tomorrow night!” I informed my sister while we both watched with glee as she did something in front of us we never could have imagined – twice as intimate as watching her simply piss in front of us.


“You’ll be going outside at the hotel tonight while you babysit, too!” Scotty informed her.


“Who’ll watch the kids while she’s outside?” I asked, while wondering if we may be going too far.


“They can come watch too,” Scotty joked – although I wasn’t entirely sure if he was joking.


“Thank you, Master! I’m so sorry for being dishonest with you – it is my nature!” Taylor actually thanked us as she scrunched her nose and grunted for us to expose her naked body in a state of nature I had until then only ever seen on the internet in grainy videos and JPG files.


“You’ll prove you want to be our slave by following orders, and tonight when you get home you’ll beg your Mistress to allow you to refer to us as Master Scotty and Master Donny at home.”


“Yes, Master Donny!” Taylor agreed as she wriggled her ass.


“You do that like a pro,” Scotty observed.


“I’ve been to a few concerts where after a few hours the porta-potties get so gross you have to learn to squat, and the woods seem preferable, Master Scotty!” Taylor explained.


“What did you use for toilet paper?” I asked out of curiosity more than anything else.


“After a few hours of goth music and Bud Light, and after even the food vendors run out of napkins, then a girl has to be creative and just sort of wiggle-poop, Master Donny,” she answered sweetly as she shook her ass cheeks dry.


“Good, you can use a finger to clean yourself then,” I said sadistically. Taylor looked at me as if she couldn’t believe I was that strict, and I reminded her she said she would be even stricter.


“I would.” Taylor admitted she’d make Master Scotty use his finger to clean me and vise verse. “Remember, I’ve had practice cleaning my dildo.” Taylor bent down low and opened her mouth to slurp and lick Strawberry Sprinkles wet without the use of her hands after we stood it up on the sidewalk for her like another cock to love on.


“Challenge accepted,” Scotty answered enthusiastically, saying that he would see if he could be even stricter than she would. “I’m not sure how I feel about so many Masters being thrown around, though – can’t you just have one Master?”


Before I answered that question Taylor answered for me.


“You can have more than one teacher in school, and even more than one vice principal, so I suppose it’s a matter of acknowledging the title, Master Scotty.”


Scotty told her to try out other titles, and when she asked for examples he suggested My King, Your Highness, Most Awesome One.


“I think being a Master means something and it means authority over our sister. Princess Janie doesn’t have the same authority we do – let’s not make a joke out of Dad’s title,” I reminded my brother.


He agreed, and I could see Taylor look at me as if I’d just gained a small measure of additional respect in her eyes.


“Okay, Fart Face, clean your thighs and I’ll check you again,” I reminded her that her title was what I said it was, and yet I think she could see the measure of respect in my eyes as well.


Taylor licked her finger clean even though it seemed like she was playing with herself just a little – I decided to give her a chance to be dirty for me before I stuck my finger in her ass.


She let me slide it in just as I had before and I found I was already hard again.


More so after watching my brother glide Strawberry Sprinkles deep into our sister’s ass – basically fucking her sweet asshole with it until it was packed tight with the purple sex-toy.


“You understand that as Master, if I tell you to eat a donut off my cock you’re going to have to? Master Scotty and I are going to be very demanding and strict if Mom says it’s okay.” It sounded weird when I added that I had to get my mother’s approval to be demanding.


Taylor smiled and asked, “Jelly donut or glazed, Master Donny?”


“Crème filled,” I assured her as we let her get dressed and bag her own shit up into the garbage bag she used for cigarette butts.


I was surprised that Coach Andretti didn’t even come out to check our progress after we were finished. He told us that we were troublemakers, and if we didn’t like “butt detail” that we should straighten up.


“I kind of like Butt Detail, don’t you, Donny?” my brother asked.


I wholeheartedly agreed.


Coach told us, “The Swifts are on Butt Detail until further notice.”


That was absolutely fine with all three of us.


Coach Andretti mumbled something about hating smartasses as we escorted our sister to the girl’s locker room before changing back into school clothes ourselves.