My Brother’s Toy

Part 5

By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

I woke up with my eyes glazed over and my brother’s arm wrapped around my waist. I turned to look at him in his peaceful slumber and began running through my memories of the night before. My back still hurt just a tad bit, but my crotch was the really sore part. I guess it was all that hard banging he did that had a lasting effect. I knew I would have some bruises down there when I got up to look.

As unhappy as I had started out last night, it had ended very well for me. I remembered Joey even calling me “sweetie” and not just as an adjective. Just how sick was all this becoming? Fucking my own brother? Bondage? Now I’m sleeping with him? What next was going to happen to make this any weirder? But I had come away with a lesson for life. I ran through the steps my loving brother had taught me about making myself cum. Never in a million years would I have believed that a girl could do that; and to think it was essentially because we just stopped too soon in our climaxes.

I had also learned an invaluable trick about heightening the sexual pleasure of any future partners. It was as simple as talking; as long as it was truly nasty or loaded with invitational notions of a fantasy nature. And taking a walk way out to left field might produce some very interesting side effects. I’ll never forget when I had talked about Joey just putting his mouth close to a guy’s crotch to help pleasure me and the effect it had achieved. I wondered for a moment about his sexual preference and if he might still be in a closet to some degree; whether by plan or omission. At the very least he would still have to be bi-sexual as there where was no way he could give up girls with his knowledge.

My thoughts turned about his invocation of fantasies in me. When I had teased him about fucking another guy just so he could watch, I thought he would go bonkers. I wondered what candidate might fit the bill if it ever came to that. I knew it wouldn’t, but then it was a wild fantasy to keep in my personal bag of treasures. No matter where my thoughts turned from there, I kept going back to those images of another guy fucking away at me as my brother stood off to the side watching. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t picture any guy between my legs, but I also couldn’t get the picture of what my brother would look like as he watched on. I wanted to so badly try… just one time…

My eyes popped wide open in the light of day. I realized I had fallen asleep again and turned to see that Joey had gotten up and left me already. I jumped out of bed to see I was still butt naked and ran to my brother’s room. It was empty and when I called downstairs there was no answer. He had left the house already and I was alone with all my tormented thoughts of somehow being abandoned yet again. I knew it wasn’t true, but when I was without my new kinky lover, it felt that way. I grabbed some fresh clothes and headed for the shower, but as I passed the kitchen the phone rang and I paused there still naked to answer it.

It turned out to be some girl named Trish and she was looking for my brother. Pangs of jealousy came boiling to the surface and for some reason instead of making the call as brief as possible, I went for chit chat to find out more about her. She seemed pleasant, but a bit of an air head. I had my suspicions over who the girl might be, and when I pried into her background with Joey it turned out that she was the girl he had been with last night. In a round about way I had also been with her, or at least had a taste of her most intimate parts. Even as I talked flippantly with her, I remembered how my brother had compared us and she seemed much less threatening to me then. In fact, knowing I would win any real competition between us for my brother’s affections, my jealousy was displaced by my new loyalty for my brother.

“So, you expect my brother to be a good catch… or is this sort of just a whirlwind romance?” I couldn’t believe I was asking for inside info that I knew I would have to tell Joey. When she responded that he was more of a fling kind of thing, I felt even less threatened and even more loyal to my brother. I decided to help my big brother get a little more action.

“Well, after talking to him last night, he told me that he had a pretty good time, too. I don’t think he’s going to settle down himself for a while, but he really seemed happy to have met you. I hope you keep him in that mood for a while.”

As our conversation went on I had just about made another date for Joey and felt very pleased with myself. When she asked for my help to put in a good word for her, I jumped at the opportunity. I made it clear to her that if I did though that she better give him some action. I said it in a kidding way, but in my heart I was dead serious. I wasn’t sure if she was jesting back at me, but her response was that she would give him a “repeat” that he would never forget.

After hanging up the phone it occurred to me that I had done a little more than just set up my dear brother for a roll in the hay. I remembered what he had said about cleaning him up after his trysts and remembered how disgusting that had been; at least initially. But then there was the other side, naturally, where it had become a very inspirational act after all was said and done. Either way, I couldn’t wait to see Joey again to tell him the good news.

It was four thirty and mom would be home in another half hour. I had hoped that Joey would make it back before her in time for us to have a little… intimacy. It wasn’t looking good at the moment so I decided to try the new trick I had learned. I was just headed to my room when I met my brother at the front door, but he wasn’t alone.

“Hey there, girl! Whatcha up to?”

I peered around my brother to see Mandy. It was my friend from school that I had thought already moved across the country. Joey brushed by me and seemed to purposely elbow my tit on the way by as if to tell me something. He had an evil smirk on his face, and I knew there was more to this meeting than met the eye. Mandy told me she only had a minute to catch up on things before she had to run home, so we sat in the living room and gossiped like old times. She was a lot like me for the most part, perhaps a little more feminine rather than the Tomboy childhood I had come from in my life. We had often shared clothes because our bodies were nearly identical. That was actually the reason for why she had stopped in; to give me back a teddy she had borrowed from me a long time ago. She didn’t want to leave town before giving back all the borrowed items we girls seem to collect from our friends.

It finally occurred to me how she had come by my house, so I asked her what she had been doing so as to run into my brother. Her glance to the floor mixed with her blushing told me a lot, but then her words filled in the rest of the voids in the whole story.

“Well, I saw Joey at the store and remembered your teddy, so I asked him if you were home to drop it off. One thing lead to another and the next thing I knew he was walking me to my house.” She leaned close to me and slapped my knee. “You never told me what a great guy he is and it’s a good thing. I would have had to drop you as a friend to go after him.” She laughed and I followed suit, albeit quite nervously. With a little hum and haw, she got the point across that they had gotten together in some way before leaving her house. I wanted to rage out at her, but held by savage outburst somehow.

We said our good-byes again and promised to keep in touch, and off she went. I turned to see Joey standing behind me with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You prick! My friend?”

“First of all, she’s leaving in two days. And hey, she came onto me.”

With that said he grabbed my arm roughly and began towing me up the stairs to his room. Once there he shut the door and pointed out that mom would be coming home in just a few minutes. I wasn’t in the mood anymore for any closeness, but that didn’t keep him from dropping his pants and underwear. He didn’t even step out of them.

I asked, “What are you doing?”

He grinned from ear-to-ear and pointed to his half mast cock. “We had an understanding, remember?”

I knew very well what he meant but shook my head. “She’s my friend and you fucked her? No way am I going to do that.”

“So, your word means nothing? This is where it counts baby. It’s now or never.”

That bastard! He knew he was pushing my buttons. But there wasn’t any time to argue over it and I sure didn’t like the way he had said “now or never”. I went over in front of him, grabbed his prick, and bent down on one knee. I could smell Mandy on him even before I leaned in, but I really wanted Joey to know I would be loyal to him, so I lifted his cock to my lips and began fellating him. Instantly I got his attention and his cock sprang to life. His hands went to the back of my head and he made sure to gag me repeatedly. The thought of this very cock having been in my girlfriend’s cunt just minutes earlier went from nasty and disgusting to a total turn on in about thirty seconds. I almost felt like I was having oral sex with Mandy directly and lavishly tongued him for all I was worth.

I guess it was the time constraint that got Joey really fired up and he seemed to be going for a record for getting off as quick as possible. In just about two minutes time I could feel him getting ready to cum, but instead of holding my head tight to his body as in his past blowjobs, this time he pushed my head away from him and grabbed his own cock to finish jerking it off. His other hand worked his fingers through the front of my hair and held my head back and I saw what he intended to do. I closed my eyes just in time to feel his first shot of semen hit me in the eyelid and nose. Several more spurts seemed to cover my face before he released my hair and I carefully opened my eyes to look up at him. I had always looked at a guy wanting to cum on a girls face as their way of showing their dominance over them and this seemed particularly true this time. First he had taken advantage of one of my best girlfriends, and now he was rubbing it into my face, literally. Just as I was about to ask him if he approved of my loyalty to his sick desires, the door banged closed downstairs. I peeked out to make sure the coast was clear and made a beeline for my room to clean up my face. Not a word had been spoken between us before I snuck off.

Five minutes later I met Joey and mom in the kitchen where she had immediately started supper. I had trouble looking at my brother in the face, but his pleasant smile told me how glad he was to have laid claim to me the way he had, not to mention how he had crossed me with my own friend.

“Hey, sis, I just saw your friend Mandy a little while ago. What a fox she’s turned into, huh? The last time I saw her she didn’t even have tits yet.”

My mom chimed in to lecture my brother over his slight. His response was to turn to me and say. “Well it’s a good thing she’s moving away. I’ve heard she was turning into quite a slut lately. You have enough bad influences already.”

I understood his intentions for the most part since they were well mixed, and sniped right back at him. “Like you’re a frigging angel?”

Mom said, “Now that’s enough you two. I liked Mandy! She could be a little flirtatious, but that’s how we girls get the guys of our dreams.” Joey and I walked into the living room and as soon as we were out of mom’s sight, he hip-checked me into the wall. That was when I remembered my talk with Trish and proceeded to tell Joey his good news. However, things hadn’t gone as well as I would have expected.

I was stunned when he immediately said, “No thank you, not interested.”

I went off on him in a hushed voice to make sure mom didn’t hear me trying to be so nice to my brother. I told him how I had talked to her at length and he was all but guaranteed a lay just for calling her. He made a grab at his balls and told me that between me and Mandy that he was worn out. He wouldn’t even consider seeing her the next day, or the one after that. I was starting to get the idea that she wasn’t very appealing for some reason and finally let the conversation drop on a sour note.

I changed the subject to Mandy again and that was when Joey hushed his voice. It turned out that while he was walking with her he saw a book she was reading and asked about it. It turned out to be on the life of Marques De Sade. Joey didn’t know much about the author, but Mandy was quick to point out that he didn’t just write about sexual torture, but was sort of the first well known author to write about dominance verses submission. That was all it had taken to get them together at her house. He didn’t tell me much about their discussion prior to their sex, but he did make a point of telling me that Mandy had told him how I would definitely be a submissive and that I needed the strong hand of a man to lead me to what I wanted.

“I know until a couple of years ago that you were still a Tomboy, but that was one of the traits she said pointed to a submissive girl. That reminded me so much of our first couple of days screwing around. I totally dominated you and you fell right into line.”

I tried denying her assertion, but Joey had a comeback for every opinion I voiced to the opposite of her theory. In the end, my brother said something to me that blew me away.

“As a matter of fact, I think she was so right that we’re going back to that right now. When we’re alone, you’re going to do as I say and not give me any lip about it. Like upstairs a few minutes ago, that is how I want you to behave. I tell you what I want and you give it to me. I want to do something to you, and you just stand there and take it.”

There was no way I was going to go along with that plan, so I used the closest excuse to us. “And just how long to you think it would take mom to catch on to that?”

“Duh, I said when we’re alone. Any other time and you are still just my kid sister. Got it?”

Mom came in to watch TV and all I could do over his gestures for my answer was to roll my eyes and nod to him when she wasn’t looking. I knew this subject wasn’t over, but it would have to wait for a better time and place.

Joey said he was going out and headed upstairs to get ready. I talked to mom for a while and then did the dishes from the day before. I couldn’t get that subject out of my head though. When I started weighing the pros and cons of my brothers summery over how I was to act I knew I was in trouble. First of all the pros seemed to well outnumber the cons, and then there was the fact that I was weighing the sides of the issue in the first place. When I heard my brother coming back down the stairs I saw he was dressed down for a change. A tee shirt and shorts were seldom seen on him. He came right out to the kitchen and I beckoned him closer to tell him that we needed to talk about this issue, but he stopped me cold in my tracks when he whispered to check out my bed, under the covers. He looked around to make sure mom was still settled in and then blatantly grabbed my right boob and kneaded it into my chest. I loved the way he copped a feel with such authority and found myself pushing my little one into his hold over it. My nipples grew hard instantly.

The second Joey left I just about ran up the stairs to see what Joey had left me. I missed the item at first because he had tucked it between the sheet and blanket. It turned out to be a note and when I read it I was very surprised, yet immediately aroused. (At least in the beginning.)

It started out that he wanted me to meet him in two hours at the park by our house. It wasn’t much more than two picnic tables and a trash can, but very private at night. I knew that meant he wanted a small interlude with me and that made me smile brightly. Unfortunately, we wouldn’t be able to do too much out in public over the fear of getting caught. It was the second paragraph of his note that troubled me. It started out that whenever he called me Didi, my new assigned sub name as the note stated, I was suppose to become his instant submissive minion. It when on to say how I was to behave when Didi, and what I could and couldn’t do. I guess the two main points were I could ask questions if done politely and I had to be passive and accepting of all his commands, but I couldn’t refuse his commands, give lip, or deny his advances on me. The last part of the note told me to burn it, and was ended with, “C’ya later Didi.”

I spent the next hour and a half weighing all the pros and cons again, but included the information from the note. I was so torn. On the one hand, I liked the idea of being controlled as I had come to realize earlier, but on the other hand I hated being told what to do with no recourse. I knew that if I accepted his demands of me that I would be giving up a huge part of the girl I was, but if I didn’t play along I might lose my brother’s attention; a newly formed union that I’ve come to enjoy immensely.

I looked at the clock and began getting ready for our “date”. Thinking of our rendezvous as a date tantalized me into dressing just the way I knew my brother liked; a tight crop top and ass grabbing shorts. Again, no underwear came into the picture. When it was time to leave I tried sneaking past my mom because my nipples were hard as nails already. Once downstairs though I saw she had fallen asleep on the couch. I dashed off a quick note and made my escape.

There was a half moon that helped guide me to and into the park. It was creepy in the dark and after finding one of the tables I sat down to wait. I only had a minute to wait however, and then I got really scared when I saw three figures coming at me. I recognized one of the voices as my brother and half relaxed, but wondered what he had in mind that I was about to fight him over. It turned out that his friends were well known to me and immediately gave me a hard time just for being the “little sister” and worse when they saw my nipples jutting out even in the darkened night. I knew I would be in deep trouble if I heard him use my new name, so when he called me by my right name twice, I felt confident that they weren’t aware of anything going on between us.

“So, what’s going on big brother?”

“What’s the matter sis? I just thought it was about time for you to have a couple of beers with me and the guys. You gonna woose out on me?”

I tried to act the part of a bad girl in front of his friends, but that was a little harder to do when I had dressed more as a vixen and less as a sister. When his friends went off to take a leak I needled my brother over what he had planned and warned him that I wasn’t about to do anything in front of his friends. That was when he told me that they were only staying until the 12 pack was gone and then we’d be alone. That I liked, but when he added that there was one treat I would have to provide the guys before they left, my mood went downhill quickly. I didn’t have time to find out what that one thing was suppose to be because the guys came back too quick.

I kept my eye on the 12 pack and when they all had grabbed the last beers I felt relieved that nothing untoward had come up. I figured that my brother had been trying to get a rise out of me. There was no way he would want some sex act from me in front of two of his closest friends. But it’s all about timing, isn’t it? Just when I thought I was safe, the topic of Mardi Gras came up which quickly lead to girls flashing their boobs for guys to ogle over. In a heartbeat I understood what he was going to want me to do. I had never flashed any guy before, and even though I had two beers, I wasn’t about to start tonight.

It’s amazing though how fast minds can be changed when all of a sudden I had two guys practically begging me to flash my girls. Even my brother piped in to tell me to give the guys a quick thrill, that it wasn’t a big deal, and how all girls do it at parties. They made the point that my nipples were already pretty much out in full view, thank you to Mr. Breeze, and how I didn’t have that much to show anyway. The latter is the way guys always pick on small-chested girls to get them to try to prove they are big girls. When I couldn’t take their begging anymore, I finally was ready to give in, but I made them swear to keep it between us. They were all too glad to promise me even though I knew there really wasn’t much chance of that promise lasting very long. At least I would be able to blame my sordid conduct of the beer.

When I did get around to flashing them, naturally it hadn’t been long enough and they demanded another peek at my girls for a little longer. I swore it was the last time and lifted my shirt again. I even shook them about at all their beckoning and then suggested it was time for me to leave. Joey reminded them that had to meet another one of their friends and off they went before I had the chance to disappoint my brother.

“Asshole! Why’d you do that to me?”

“Why the fuck you think I did it? We do that to girls all the time, so why should you be the exception. Besides, I haven’t met a girl yet that didn’t get a thrill out of doing it themselves.”

Joey turned around to make sure the other guys had left and then even before turning around he said, “Now, it’s all us… right, Didi?”

I bit my lip the second I heard him call me by my “new” name. However, I also immediately fell into the role I had been swearing to myself that I wanted no part of, yet a part of me had also wondered how Didi would act if she were allowed into existence. The later won over and everything about me changed in an instant.

“I guess…”

“What was that, Didi?”

“I said I guess.”

“Is that the way an obedient little submissive girl talks to her owner?”

“My owner,” I nearly screamed? “What the fuck…”

Joey turned and began walking away, and along with him my hopes for a little playtime. I quickly changed my tune and blurted out, “No sir, I’m sorry for being belligerent. I mean, yes sir. It is all about us now.”

Luckily, or unluckily from who’s opinion weighed in, my words changed his mind and he came back to me. I was ordered to follow him and he led me through the woods until he felt safe that we wouldn’t be interrupted. He then turned to me and ordered me to strip to please him.

“But what if somebody’s out here and sees us?”

All he did was stare at me as he waited for me to fulfill his demand. My head fell as I decided to do as I was told. I lifted my top over my head and set it on the ground. I looked around some more and then shucked my shorts and even my shoes. There I was, bare ass and naked to the world. My reward was instant though when my brother wrapped his arms around me and slowly pushed me to my knees. I was ordered to get him good and hard, letting me know that he wanted to fuck me out here rather than just get a blowjob which I had been expecting. That would take longer, be more noise, and thus the chance of getting caught would be much greater.

After getting started on my brother’s blowjob I could swear I kept hearing someone walking around in the night. Joey assured me I was just hearing things in my head because of my fear. I hoped he was right because I would die if someone caught us out here. I continued working on getting his cock really hard. With my fears on high alert, the smooth head of his prick excited me in an entirely new way. I licked at it in a leisurely manner while studying every little landmark, the rim and how extremely sensitive it appeared, and even his pee hole. From there I went down to bath his hairy balls. It wasn’t something I had done before with Joey and had only done a couple of times for my past boyfriends, but in this atmosphere I seemed destined to explore all new things. I found out that stroking my brother while sucking away at his balls got him really hard and even a little twitchy. I also found that the strong fear of getting caught also heightened my own desires to be controlled; even used if I wanted to be honest. When I thought about how it had been my brother that gave the go ahead for his friends to taunt me into exposing my self, I really got consumed by that controlled feeling.

When I felt Joey tucking his fingers under the sides of my jaws and coaxing me to stand for him, I knew he was ready for the next step. I faced him in sort of a reticent manner waiting for his instructions for me. When I saw his hand go down to my right ass cheek, I lifted my leg towards his hips thinking he wanted to take me from the front in a standing position. However, what he wanted was to spin me around and after correcting my action he did so, walked me over to where a tree had fallen, and forced me to bend over and place one foot up on the log. My hands fell forward onto the log which left my butt in the air and with me feet spread apart as they were it also left Joey a prime target.

I felt him placing his cock just before jutting it up into me. As this was the first time I had ever fucked out in the woods, in the middle of the night, it was somewhat intoxicating having my entire front exposed to the elements. As soon as my brother got properly worked into me, he grabbed me just below the chest to stand me upright. I pushed back against him to let him know in a subtle manner that I loved the position and away he went.

As we settled into a slow and gentle fucking rhythm, he started in on the mental aspect of enticing my mind as we had done to each other when he had tied me up. First it was, “Is that someone over there in the bushes watching us…” and soon went to him supposedly having gotten a friend to video tape us fucking using an infrared camera. I eventually understood that his was just teasing my mind, and oh did it work well. We were soon fucking at the pace of epileptic rabbits on speed. I had consumed just enough beer to make everything he was doing legitimate sexual foreplay to the end result. But what he did to push us both over the edge was nearly too much to handle. And when he started out with my new name, it caused an urgency within me to want to please my dear brother even more quickly so I could cover up.

“So, how did Didi like showing herself off to my boys? I noticed your nipples were hard as hell. Just wait until I let them pass Didi around for free fucks. You gonna like that? Huh, I bet you can’t wait to get passed from guy to guy.”

When Joey bent me back down to finish himself off I almost fell over the fallen tree I had been bracing myself upon. His hands caught me and kept me from falling forward while he emptied himself into the depths of me, and I had my own very successful climax that started right after his. I enjoyed every moment of it thoroughly. He pulled out of me and as I went back to get my clothes “Didi” was ordered not to put them on until we got back to the edge of the park, and then ordered them handed over to him to hold them while I was left covering myself with my hands. While walking through the woods and bushes I could feel the semen running out of me. My nipples couldn’t get any harder in the night air. My head kept twitching right and left to make sure my brother had been putting me on about anyone watching us surreptitiously. The comments he made about how beautiful I looked in the moonlight as I walked a few steps in front of him sent my ego soaring, but that wouldn’t last for long.

I was walked to the edge of the park and he had me stand there, facing the road with my arms to my sides so that if there was anyone coming down the road they would be sure to see me. After several minutes of this sweet torture he finally called me back to sit on one of the picnic tables with him.

“So, you like being Didi yet?”

“It has its drawbacks… but overall, it has some awesome feelings to it as well. You’re having fun doing this to me, aren’t you?”

“You got that right. Now that you can’t refuse me, it makes everything between us that much more… fucking outrageous. I was fucking rock hard and leaking when I watched you finally flash the guys. The lost kitten look on your face was worth a million.” He reached out and ran his hand up my leg until it reached my mons where he deftly played for a moment. “You want me to kill off Didi?”

His question floored me. Why would he talk me into this, or better said, ordered me into this persona, and then snatch it away just as I was seeing the benefits? I realized he was trying to get my real feelings about being his submissive “bitch” and answered accordingly.

“No!” His fingers indicated he was pleased with my answer, and then I added, “Didn’t Didi please you, sir?”

Joey chuckled at seeing me humbling myself before him, and that started him thinking about how to test my loyalty to this new tilt in our affair that he had thrown at me. I knew I was in deep trouble when he began staring at me as if he were mesmerized by some thought. And then he went for another notch on his bedpost.

“You said you loved me. Does Didi love me?”

“Of course she does, I mean, I do. Why, what are you asking?”

After a moment of deep thought, “I want Didi to prove she will obey my every command. I want to see that she can be worthy of my attention. Can you do that?”

Loyalty is what he was asking for and since I did want to continue being under his thumb and used as the naughty girl I had become, I answered, “Yes, I can… just tell me what you want?” I bit my lip hoping that it would be something that I really could do. I knew if I backed out that Didi would probably wind up dead and maybe even our new relationship, without her. I had seen my brother taking good care of me in the past couple of weeks and had really grown to love it and trust him not to do anything that would hurt me, not to mention all the sexual perks that I have come to know.

“Will you do something for me that my sis never would to prove your love for me?”

I had thought that he was upset to hear me tell him that I loved him, but now he was asking me to prove it. Okay, he’s my brother, but he’s also become my scandalous lover. His mere touch, the new way he looks at me, every private moment spent between us these days made me full of a new zest for life. If he was willing, perhaps even wanting to hear of my professing my love for him, I was going to have to do as he asked.

“What would make you happy, sir? Didi needs you to know how devoted she will be for you.”

With that, my brother took me by the hand and had me kneel next to the table. He pushed my clothes further away and I was puzzled as to what he wanted.

“I always have to take a wicked piss after I’ve fucked. Stay right there until I’m done. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I saw him take a hold of his penis and hold it out towards my head. He couldn’t mean what I thought he did. I shook my head and was met with a warning that if I moved once before he finished that he would end Didi’s life. I couldn’t let that happen, so I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. But closing my eye’s to this embarrassment wasn’t allowed and when I opened them at his demand, it was just in time to see the stream flush from the tip of his flaccid cock and headed for my face. I gasped when I saw he was really doing this sick and foul thing to his own sister, but as soon as that first purge splashed onto my face, the worst part was over. It felt warm, almost hot, but I knew I could endure this humiliation as long as it was here between only the two of us.

It seemed to last forever and Joey had fun targeting every part of my face and hair before moving on and dousing my chest with his liquid wastes. As his sister I couldn’t believe he would do this to me, but as Didi I somehow managed to understand why he felt free to make a mockery out of my life. I had thought about this very side of how humiliating being his minion might be as I had sat on the bed earlier waiting for our meeting time to arise.

I felt his stream run down the length of my body and puddle at my knees in the dirt before he was finally done peeing on me. Then the thought of how to get cleaned up from this mess he had made of me consumed my entire world. I wanted to scream at him for what he had done to me, but I was afraid of the consequences. The consequences of losing all the little things I had gained. I knew that holding my tongue now could be a small price to pay to continue on down this yellow brick road of ecstasy.

It was so hard for me to believe that just a few weeks ago I had been enough of a bad ass bitch to break into a store after closing and steal cigarettes to make a few bucks, and now my brother had reduced me to such a submissive coward that I had just let him urinate over my entire body. Was that his way of saying “thanks for the free fuck” little sister? What was this hold he had over my mind, my body, and even my free will? I was going to have to give this some deep thought after I got out of this particular situation.

All my ill will melted away as soon as my brother offered his hand to help me to my feet. He told me to get dressed and when I said I couldn’t put my clothes on over his nasty pee, he laughed and told me that my only other choice appeared to be to walk home and into the house nude. I saw his point and after brushing the gooey mud off my knees, I began pulling my clothes back on. Cleaning my clothes would be the least of my problems. I was more concerned about getting into the house and from there the shower without my mom seeing me.

Joey walked me home and when I finally got up the nerve to ask him why he had urinated on me, he bluntly answered with, “Because I wanted to, and besides… as my sex slave you have to learn your place.” He turned to face me as we walked along and asked, “Don’t you think it’s important to know your place?”

Words failed me, so I nodded my head in a hesitating fashion.

Facing forward again he added as almost an afterthought, “And the one thing I really learned while talking to your friend Mandy was that it’s very important to train a new submissive to their new way of life so they can learn to accept it. You know, to break the bad habits of feeling as if they have any say in whatever goes on. She also pointed out that the dominant figure had some learning to do, such as how to humble and humiliate their underlings without feeling bad about it. It’s sort of like a pack of dogs. They all have to know and understand their place in the pack to be really happy.”

Sadly, in the scenario he was speaking to I had to agree with him. I had become so fixated over the past few hours on this new situation that seemed to cement my brother and I into the very thing I wanted to hang onto, that I never once thought about the one thing that would have truly pissed me off to the max a few weeks ago. Joey reminded me of that with his next question, which was next to impossible to answer.

“Did you ever think that your long time friend would have sold you into slavery?” He even giggled over the fact that his hold over me was obviously so great that he could ridicule me over my clear desires to be used by him. From my view, it was true only as long as I got what I wanted in the end as a trade off. But that word “slave” left an indelible chink in my armor of pride. Had I become his slave? How could it be that my naturally free spirit would ever let itself to be banished? How would I learn to deal with being my brother’s… essentially, my brother’s property?

He was right though. Because of his one fateful meeting with Mandy, he had not only gotten to have sex with her, but through plying his way into her jeans, that very conversation had led to my indoctrination into the occult world of domination and submission. Our small talk on the rest of the way home was mostly Joey lamenting on how he couldn’t wait to hear what his friends had to say about flashing my tits to them. Other than asking if it had turned him on to see me doing that, I let him stave off the awkward silence on his own. Though his urine had dried off, it still smelled aggressively nasty and my thoughts were on how to get past mom. And as soon as the house was in sight, it was obvious that he was about to go meet the guys.

“Please Joey; I did everything you asked of me. I was a good girl, right? Could you please make sure they don’t tell anyone about that?”

We stopped walking and he turned to me again and answered, “As long as you’ll do something for me. I asked him what he wanted and immediately leapt back to our night together. “You have two days to do this. Find a guy, set it up to fuck his brains out, and make sure I get to watch my pretty little slave working to please me.”

His stare drained my last ounce of free will, which made it impossible to even begin to think of what it might take to make that happen. I remembered how much he dwelled on that fantasy, so I wanted to give it to him just as I had allowed him to pee on me to prove to him my loyalty. I needed to know he could depend on me keeping up my end of our private life, so of course I was going to have to make it happen.

“Okay… I don’t know who I could get. I haven’t dated for months, but yeah… I’ll do it.” And as I thought, I also wanted him to know, “For you!”

I walked the last block to my house alone and when I saw my mom through the window headed for her bedroom upstairs, I all but ran into the house and to the bathroom to get into the shower. It wasn’t until I had rinsed myself off that I realized my drinking may now be mom’s biggest problem with me. But as I thought about that, I remembered flashing my boobies to the guys and got so fucking hot that I frigged myself to a fantastic orgasm. I still wanted to force myself to cum, but the short time I had in the shower didn’t seem to be the right time to try it out. Just the thoughts of flashing the guys and getting fucked out there in the woods as I was totally nude was plenty of stimulation to give me one hell of a memorable tryst with myself anyway. And sad to say, as with anyone, my last moment thoughts as I got off really said a lot about the really big event of the night. I remembered what it had felt like on my knees as my brother’s warm pee squirted all over my face and then my chest. I don’t think I ever felt my clit that solidly engorged at any other time in my life. Perhaps it was that I had allowed my brother to covet me as his plaything, but as I raged through my orgasm, I knew it had to do more with being humbled at my brother’s feet, in the ultimate act of nastiness; of submission.

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