My Brother’s Toy

Part 7

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.

As I gazed into my full length mirror I wondered just what effect being on the pill might have on my body. I know some girls talk about their boobs growing bigger or fuller, others swear that their hips went out of proportion to the rest of them. I could sure use some more boob, but when it came to my ass I had to agree with my brother – I thought it was awesome. But then I had to look one more time at my chest and took off my top. The bruises were still there from where Danny had all but squashed the life out of them. His finger marks were still clearly visible in several places. When Joey saw them the morning after, I thought he would hunt Danny down and kill him. I put a stop to that idea by telling him that I had liked the way he had roughed me up like that; sort of just another facet of the kinkiness in my life. Joey got a queer look on his face and I wondered if he might have misread my statement and took it as a desire of mine for him to pursue.

It’s been several days since I had been alone with Joey and I was beginning to wonder if he was purposely avoiding me. Even this morning when it seemed that he might stay and hang out with me a little while, he got a call and decided to take to the streets with his friends again. Could it be that he had some weird off the wall plan working to get me to do some perverted shit for him? There really wasn’t that much left to do. I took another look at my bruises and wondered if Joey blamed himself for those, but I knew I had placated his worries with my lie to him. I knew most of my ill thoughts were my own abandonment anxiety issues and had nothing to do with him, but I just missed him being close to me.

There was one idea that had come to me that could possibly explain my brother’s sudden lack of interest in me, but I really didn’t want to dwell on that option as it would depress the hell out of me. It could be stated in one word, Mandy. I knew he had seen her once in the past few days, but other than fucking him a couple of times I didn’t see how her hold over my brother could be any greater than what we shared. And when I think about the way he compared us that night in the park, she didn’t stand a chance. She simply didn’t have enough to offer him.

I decided that the next time we were even remotely alone together that I would throw myself at him. If he rejected me, then I would have to start worrying. I knew there were two things he had really loved doing or being done to him; he loved copping a cheap feel of me and loved nothing more than a good old fashioned blowjob. Thinking about the latter I found my own needs rising again. And almost as I would do when hungry for food, I would plan a meal. This time the meal would be my brother, or could be if he allowed me to feed on him again. Feed on him? That made me feel like some sick vampire that instead of biting my victims necks, I was driven to attach my throat to their cocks. But I’m not so sure that having swallowed my brother’s sperm three times really qualified me as being hooked on some weird fetish. I actually still found the idea of swallowing sperm very repulsive. I think my desire to do that really came from Joey’s pleased reactions over my doing it for him. Either way, I knew it would take many, many more times of “feeding” on my brother before I could manage to drink his stuff down on my own will power, if ever at all. Even if I never did grow to accept that task, I knew that my brother would have no problem in coaxing me along.

The phone rang and I hurried to answer it thinking that perhaps it might be Joey. I had a sinking feeling when it turned out to be Mandy. She was chipper as usual, but after finding out that my brother wasn’t at home, she began unloading on me all her troubles, which became mine more than I wanted. It turns out that Joey had been seeing her every day since that night in the park and as she put it, they were becoming an item all ready. That explained pretty clearly why I had been left to myself so much. And as if I would want to know about it under any circumstances, she insisted on telling me about my brother’s kinky attributes when it came to sex. I couldn’t tell her how that was the way he had described her without breaking a trust; nor could I ask her why she had talked about me so much when they had sex without exposing us both to her ridicule. But I still wondered why that was so?

She ended up telling me that they had had a disagreement over something and that he had left her high and dry. I just had to know what had happened so that maybe I could use it as a wedge between them in the future. After prying at her for several minutes she finally confessed that she had said something to my brother about being attracted to guys; at least for sex. Granted, I had my own thoughts on that subject, but I wasn’t about to agree with her and dressed her down for even thinking about such a thing. I reminded her how homophobic most guys were and felt threatened at the mere mention of such a possibility. I pointed out how it wasn’t at all for guys like it was for us girls. Mention how a girl might like other girls and it was something to be flittered away, but to guys, it was a full on assault of emasculation for them.

Then Mandy fell silent; not a common event, but it wasn’t for the reason I had thought.

In a halting voice, yet very playful, she asked me, “What about you?”

“What do you mean, what about me?”

“I mean, like you said, it isn’t such a big deal between our more intelligent gender, so what about you? You ever do anything… you know, with a girl?”

Now she was hitting me up with the same line of questioning that had sent my brother running? “No!” But then, I just had to ask, “What if I asked you about that? How would you respond? You know, that’s probably why my broth….”

I was cut off, and then floored by what I heard next.

“Yes!” One simple word and even as I was trying to figure out what she had replied to, she went further. “Come on, we all take a run at it once. You honestly telling me that you’ve never even thought about making out with a chick before?”

I felt assaulted in some ways by her accusatory tone, but tingled over it at the same time. Before I knew what I was doing, I found my mouth speaking. “Well, yeah, I’ve thought about it, but… that was just one of those wild things that pops into your head. I’d never be able to act on it.”

“Liar! I bet if I was there right now and made a pass at you, you’d be between my legs faster than greased lightning.”

I was flabbergasted all over again. Perhaps she knew me a little better than I thought. It wouldn’t be as easy as she thought, but knowing her silver tongue, she probably could talk me into making a fool of myself. She went on and on at great length over what I might do in different situations before I finally ended my embarrassment by turning the tables on her. And once again, here came that floor right at my face.

“So, how about you? You ever hit on a girl before? What if I was at your place and came on to you? You think you would be between my legs so easily?”

Again, a single word floored me. “Yes, and… no! Yes, I have hit on a girl, but no, I wouldn’t be the one doing you; you would be doing me.”

I was aghast at both her answers and question who the girl had been, and why she was so show I would be the one on the bottom? It turned out that she claimed to have had a couple of girlfriends in the past, but refused to tell me who they were because she had promises to keep. After all, as she pointed out, if I did anything with her I would probably want that to be kept private as well. And as far as who the aggressor might be between us, she told me virtually the same thing she had told my brother; that I was the submissive type of person that needed to be led, rather than do the leading myself. I denied her statement, but after cajoling me for several minutes I finally agreed to some degree with her assertion.

When I saw Joey coming through the door, I told her and after promising to tell her what went on, like I would, she ended the conversation just as strangely as Joey had told me she was acting with him. She threatened me that if I didn’t call her back that she would come over and prove to me my submissiveness by sitting on my face.

I blew off her problem immediately and decided to ingrain my own desires with Joey first. I went right up to him, grabbed his hand in mine, and asked, “It’s been days… you want a… I need to… feed on you? Is that too depraved of a way to put it?”

Horrified that I had thrown myself full bore at him like that, I waited to get blown off for being too needy. Instead, however, he kept a hold of my hand as he walked me up the stairs to his room. My skin was tingling all over knowing that I was going to be close to him again. My heart was beating out of my chest knowing that he had left Mandy and was now going to share his time with me. I had won! Which I guess meant that my brother was the one about to win, also.

Joey stood by the bed motionless and waited for me to do everything. First I pulled his pants and shorts to his ankles, pushed him onto the bed so I could finish getting off his shoes and stuff, and then pushed him onto his back. Just as I was about to jump between his legs one look from him reminded me that he liked “his cocksuckers” in the nude; as he had put it that first time. I shed my own clothes in record time and was face to face with his hardened cock in seconds.

I couldn’t have been mistaken for anything but a cum-starved whore the way I was all but attacking him. Since he didn’t seem to mind, I went right to work on giving him the premium version of a blowjob. All I could do was dream about how badly I needed to feel his sperm jetting into my throat as before, and how sick, yet wonderful it would feel when I finally got it to go down. Truth be told, there were a multitude of reasons why I felt the need to pleasure my brother this way. The foremost was to assert myself over the new hold Mandy had on him, and then there was the pure need I had to feel close to my brother after days of wondering if his love for me was waning. But I couldn’t kid myself; I really wanted, no needed, to taste my brother again. It hadn’t been an over exaggerated assertion I had made when I said I needed to feed on him. It wasn’t so much about the end result as it was the task of getting there, but when that time came to swallow the very material I had worked so hard to create came, it was like I was swallowing some kind of trophy.

I was dismayed that at first Joey didn’t seem too into it, but then he pulled his cock away from me and wanted to find a new position. That told me that he was getting into it fast. He wound up pulling me onto my back, flipped me around, and tugged my head off the end of the bed. He stood on the floor behind me and by leaning forward his junk was right there in my face. I reached out to take his cock back in my mouth as I worked my hand around to fondle his balls. With my head hanging off the bed backwards as it was, I quickly realized that this position was far more threatening for me, as it left little for me to do over just how deep into me my brother could go. He had all his weight to his advantage, and my hands were of little use under him.

But there were advantages, too. When he began his fucking motion into my mouth, I felt wholly captivated as his sexual servant. Whatever he wanted to do, about the most I could do to control him was gag, bitch, or fidget around beneath him. The one time we had talked about whether we thought I would ever be able to deep-throat him came to mind when I saw this position lent itself to the most perfect alignment to do just that. He seemed to pick up on that himself, because several times he seemed to be testing the waters by seeing just how far he could poke that mushroom topped cock of his into my mouth. I freaked out the one time I thought it was actually going to pierce its way into my throat, and Joey eased up on me.

It was a struggle for sure, but I loved the challenge of enduring the far more assertive way my brother was handling this new position over me. I gagged twice as much, and thought for sure I would choke when the time came. But hearing Joey’s moans of pleasure over this new method made me all the more dedicated to making this the best blowjob he ever had from any girl.

Twice Joey slowed his pace and that made it clear he was enjoying my mouth so much that he wanted it to last, and that made me beam with pride. By the end I was even getting over my fear of what it might do to me if I told him to go ahead and try to fuck my throat. I trusted him after all that he wouldn’t hurt me. And as I continued thinking about it I knew it wouldn’t take me long to make him that offer if he chose this position often enough.

All the signs told me he was ready to cum, so I grabbed the cheeks of his ass in my hands and kneaded them into my face. That tugging at him quickly turned into running my thumbs under his hips trying to keep from getting impaled. But then came the moment I had longed for; that final long, hard push into me before suddenly coming to a halt. As normal, I twisted around trying to get away from the very object I craved so much, just as I felt my throat swell from his cum ejaculating into it. My autopilot took over and I held still as he enjoyed emptying his balls more directly into my throat than ever. God, I loved this position, and the way my brother knew how to take control of me so damn well.

I was nearly out of breath when he finally withdrew his cock from my mouth and I found that swallowing was also easier in this position. Maybe it was because with the perfect alignment, his sperm had been deposited much deeper than in the past. Whatever it was, I lifted up to rest on my legs as I purposely swallowed, smacked my lips, and told him, “I needed that!”

Normally, it was at this point that we would go our separate ways, but we both needed to tell the other how awesome the new position had made us both feel. He immediately brought up the possibility of deep-throating and I told him my feelings on it and how it was looking more possible in the near future; at least I would be willing to allow him to try doing it to me at some point. And after seeing how pleased my efforts had made him, I just needed to make a foothold to further secure my place as his “first mate”.

“I bet Mandy has never sucked you off like that?”

“Fuck, she won’t even go there. She can be one controlling little cunt.”

“Maybe you should dump her and have just me… you know, take care of you? I’ve been doing a pretty good job of it, haven’t I? And when Didi helps out, it’s like getting two cunts in one.” I knew he loved it when I got vulgar. And taking a shot at my competition for his time and love was just more cream in my coffee. Now I knew I had to tell Joey about the call and what she had to say about him.

“You know, that was Mandy on the phone when you came in. She told me how you got pissed off at her.”

Joey seemed a little puzzled and asked me, “Why would she think I was pissed off? All I said was that I had to get home to do something for you.”

Now I was puzzled. Why had she thought he was mad over her talking about whether he might like guys or not? Joey wasn’t showing a hint of the indignation I would expect if that were true. Then again, the girl could be ditzy from time to time and probably just imagined it. Anyways, I wasn’t about to broach the subject if he didn’t first. I still loved my brother and didn’t want to inflict unnecessary unrest between us. I tried asking him a few times over what Mandy might have mistaken and even asked him what they had talked about just before he left her. I finally got bored of the subject and went off to my room to read a book.

I had really been into the book because it was about a woman that felt somewhat abused by her overly controlling boyfriend. After reading the intro before buying it, I thought it closely resembled my present situation, except for feeling abused. Well, okay, abused but not totally uninvited. I considered it more to the point of being used, but I could see how others would consider what I was involved with as abuse. The further I read, I saw that the woman in the story seemed to be evolving towards my understanding as well. She kept going back and reexamining the events in her daily life, and often came away with the conclusion that how her boyfriend had treated her, especially during sex, was more about their assigned gender roles rather than his desire to hurt her.

I was so engrossed in my book that I hadn’t noticed that my brother had gone out again, and barely heard the knocking at our front door. I ran downstairs to answer it and was surprised to see Mandy standing there. The first thing out of her mouth was to ask who was at home. I told her that I was alone and how I had been totally immersed in the book I had been reading, thus the reason for taking so long in answering the door. She exclaimed how it had to be a great book and asked to see it. Since I knew her take on it would be what every other girl might think I had her follow me upstairs to get it.

I didn’t even take much notice when she shut my bedroom door as that’s what girls do when they get together at someone’s house. I handed her the book and she looked it over and read the intro herself as I began making small talk. Someday down the road I would understand her smirk as she tossed the book onto my night stand.

“So, what brings you here? I thought Joey went out to see you again.”

A weird glint came into her eyes as she responded. “I warned you!”

I was baffled and simply asked, “What?”

Instead of answering, she lunged at me and pushed me onto my back on the bed. Since we had playfully wrestled in the past as kids during sleepovers, I assumed that that was what she was doing. I fought to grab her arms or hands, or anything to gain the upper position and flip her off me, but she was just a little more into this than I was; despite my having been more of a tomboy as a kid. It was sort of cool tussling with another girl since boys had become my choice of “playthings” the past few years. I was a little stunned however when she seemed to purposely nail me in the crotch with her knee and soon found my hands pinned to either side of my head.

I tried kicking at her to get her off my wrists, but she sat on my belly and that put her out of reach. I was left with only my mouth to fend her off and demanded to know what she was doing. That was the first time I saw another look, just something new in her eyes. At the moment I had no idea what I was looking at, but I knew it bugged me for some reason. The next thing I knew she was working her body up the length of mine and dug her nails into my wrists as she told me to stop fighting “it”. I wondered why she used the word “it” instead of “me”, but I was about to find out.

I was beginning to freak out when her sliding forward didn’t stop. She eventually got her knees worked up over my shoulders to take away any ability for me to remove her from me. That was when that glimmer in her eyes turned towards more of an evil look. I recognized that look; it was the same one Joey had the day he turned into Didi’s owner. I was still unaware of her motives, but it was clear what I was looking at as the crotch of her shorts was just inches from my face. With one more struggle forward, her crotch was just above my head, and then she literally sat it right over my mouth. I struggled frantically to get her off me, and when it proved fruitless I fell back to the kid’s version of giving up.

“Uncle… you win!”

“You better believe I win. I warned you, bitch! Why didn’t you call me back?”

It all began falling into place for me. I had promised to call her back and remembered her warning. It took another few moments to remember exactly why she was on top of me, and when I did remember what we had talked about, I understood this was more about her insisting I was a submissive type person than anything else. Again, since I understood what she was really doing, I begged her.

“Okay, I get it, I get it. Uncle… you win! Now get off me.”

“Not that easy, girlfriend. Prove me right first; lick my crotch.”

She had to be fucking nuts! I wasn’t going to do something that implied I was gay. I renewed my effort to bounce her off me, but all it got me was worn out. My wrists were hurting me and she was kneeling on my hair. After several more taunts for me to comply with her demands and my attempted refusal, I finally took a half hearted lap up the seam of her shorts.

“Not good enough… do it like you mean it.”

I fidgeted around as much as the little strength I had left allowed me to do. She had won and I took another lick right up the middle of her crotch. I pressed harder so she couldn’t say she hadn’t felt it this time and then begged her one last time. As the victor, she smiled and climbed off me and back onto the floor.

“That was fun! I knew you liked girls.”

I was outraged at her assertion and denied her claim.

“Yeah, right, you always lick pussies that easily.”

I tried telling her how she had been hurting me and how she had caught me off guard, and a host of other reasons, but she held to her opinion.

“Dammit, Mandy! Why are you really here?”

“That’s it! I just wanted to follow through on my warning. And you can deny it all you want, but you didn’t just forget to call me back. You wanted me to come over here and do this to you. I’ve known you always wanted to do that to me. So, did you like it as much as you thought you would?”

I vehemently denied everything she was saying, and asked her again why she had come by. When she again stated that that had been her only reason, I got pissed and told her, “Then you can leave now.”

I walked her back downstairs and even opened the door for her. I had to make my point that even though she was making it with my brother now, that she had been my friend for years, and this wasn’t the way you treated your friends. Since her last words upstairs, she hadn’t said a thing to me, so I was taken off guard when she made her next statement; and move.

“I’ve known you for eight years and I know you better than anyone. It’ll take you a while, but you’ll get around to agreeing with me.” With that, she wrapped her hand around the back of my neck so fast I didn’t have time to block her, and pulled my head forward to kiss me. It was a full on the lips kiss and even though I was pulling back, she forced her tongue into my mouth for the briefest moment.

I was perplexed and in a fog as she turned back to the door and reached to pull it closed after her. “I may be hitting your brother, but that’s not about to come between the friendship we’ve had all this time. But face it, this needed to be said.”

I stood there for five minutes just staring at the door. What the hell just happened? Had Mandy really just made a pass at me? Or was this about something totally different that I just wasn’t seeing?

As my rage subsided, new thoughts came into my head. Like, what if she had been coming onto me, what would that mean between me and her? Hell, what would that mean between her and my brother? And when I thought about Joey, I had to wonder what might happen between us, as well. My thoughts flashed to her kiss and I tried weighing the effect that had on me, and then worse, what effect having had to lick the crotch of her shorts had on me. At the time, I hadn’t thought about it, but now I was remembering how warm she had felt down there. And even though I hadn’t actually touched her, the mere act of lapping at her there stirred something within me that scared me. I knew the fear well. It was identical to how I use to feel about sucking cock for my boyfriends, and what really worried me when I thought about that was how now I pretty much liked giving blowjobs.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in that same fog of disbelief. I had never been hit on by a girl before, which I had come to believe was what her real purpose was all about. The entanglement between her, my brother, and myself would just be too overwhelming to handle, though, but I couldn’t help wondering what it might be like if I did experiment to some extent with Mandy. What was I thinking? I wasn’t gay, and never even gave it much thought. The really weird thing that came to mind, however, was that by proxy of my brother, I had actually already had a taste of her. If she knew that, I would be fucked. Damn, she had thrown a wrench into the works that I just couldn’t figure out.

It was less than a half hour before mom would be coming home, so when Joey just beat her I figured that the long discussion I had planned to have with him over Mandy would have to wait until the next day. I wasn’t about to confess to him what had happened, but I needed him to provide me with a better read on her.

I was at the sink when he came up behind me, grabbed my crotch from behind me by running his hand between my legs, and whispered in my ear, “I need Didi; she has some work to do for me.”

I was shocked! But even in my wholly confused state, I automatically followed him to his room. After closing his door behind me, he began undoing his pants. With a hand on my shoulder, he easily pushed me to my knees. I guess something had gotten him really horny, and as I leaned into service him, I caught the scent of a female on his prick. I looked up at him and all he said was, “Just had a great fuck. Get to it, or you still have a hang up about cleaning up after your friend?”

Totally blown away, I assumed my duties and went about fellating him. But this time it was a lot different. This time I knew I smelled the very girl that had just hit on me, and was even tasting her again. What the hell was going on? Did he know something, or did she? Did they even conspire to do this to me? Maybe Mandy could be that evil to me, but not the new brother I had come to trust. Either way, it didn’t matter at the moment. I knew I had a job to do and went about it. The thought that my brother’s cock was now pushing in and out of me just after having fucked my friend in an identical manner was utterly euphoric to me. I found myself actually trying to taste her and imagining how it must have felt for him as he had fucked her. And then it was over.

My darling brother pulled his cock from my mouth and began pulling his pants back up. When he saw I was puzzled over the instant ending, he said, “That’s it, sis, I just needed to get cleaned up. You can ‘feed’ on me some other time.”

I got to my feet and without saying a word went back downstairs to finish the dishes. My fog would persist right through supper and then some. Mom had expressed concern over my reserved behavior, so I went upstairs to read some. I found it ironic that I would go back to reading about this woman that had similar anxieties to alleviate my own.

After reading for a half hour, I came to a passage that really hit home. The main character was explaining how she had felt when her boyfriend had tried to get her to set up a threesome for him. She was torn over wanting to please him and knowing that she would be so close to another female. Like me she hadn’t ever had an experience in that area before, and explained how thoroughly afraid it made her feel. I dropped the book and thought about her fear, and then went downstairs to call Mandy.

When she heard my voice, it irritated me to hear her say, “I knew you’d be calling. You believe me now?”

I didn’t even answer her or care what she meant. I told her I couldn’t talk over the phone, because I obviously didn’t want anyone to overhear our conversation, and asked her to meet me. She invited me over to her house, but I was a little afraid to be behind a closed door with her. I asked her to meet me downtown where others would be hovering around. She agreed and I went to get ready. I made sure not to dress too provocatively, nor anything too unusual.

We met at the strip mall and right away she wanted to go shopping for clothes. I saw that leading to dressing rooms and told her I’d rather stay outside to talk privately. It was amazingly hard to start the conversation since she didn’t help at all. Eventually I came right out and asked what I felt was the most important.

“So, I guess you’re gay? How long?”

Mandy laughed and decked me with bewilderment. “What? I’m not gay, you are… or at least bi.”

“You’re the one that kissed me. I didn’t stick my tongue down your throat.” Lowering my voice, “And I wasn’t the one that sat on your head.”

“Exactly my point, little one. I sat on your face, and you’re the one that licked at my crotch.”

I slapped her arm and pointed out that I had been forced to do that. Besides, wanting another girl to do that to you meant being gay, at least as far as I was concerned.

“Let me explain myself and I’m sure you’ll understand. If I was gay, first of all I wouldn’t have fucked your brother. Secondly, you certainly would have known by now because I would have bedded you as soon as I found out. And thirdly, just because I enjoy sex provided me by a girl doesn’t make me gay. Would you consider some biker guy that gets a blowjob from some woosie guy gay? I doubt it! You really think you can handle the truth?”

I had to agree with most of what she had said, except I didn’t understand what she meant by girls providing her with sex. But, as far as the truth went, I wanted nothing but the truth.

“Okay, girl, here it is. Do I eat pussy? No! But I have allowed a couple of girls to do me. I might even like feeling a tit here or there, or as you know the occasional feminine kiss. What can I say; I’m a control freak. You know that! I always have been and always will be. It’s like what I told your brother about you. He told me he told you about how I taught him the difference between dominant and submissive personalities. I’m definitely a dominant, you’re definitely a submissive, and you’re brother is… well, someplace in between. I’m not really sure about him yet.”

The way she stated that, I had to wonder just how much she knew about my brother and I. There was no way he would tell her he was doing his sister. I was starting to get her drift, but once again tried denying that I should be considered a submissive even though by now I had come to accept that, but that was only for Joey to know. When I told her how wrong she was about me, it wasn’t only what she said, but the authoritative way she put it that coerced my response.

“Sorry honey, but I’ve known you too long to be wrong on this. Tomboy image set aside, you’re still in need of someone to tell you every little thing to do. And that’s not a bad thing. It’s just your place in society; it has nothing to do with anything else. But if I was some bull dyke and wanted a little caring for, you are the very type of girl I would be looking towards. Then it wouldn’t have been you licking the crotch of my shorts, rather you would have been lapping me into an orgasm. I bet that’s exactly why you’re here right now. I teased you with something that you’re just too afraid to admit that you might like. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I don’t think I want to talk to you about those things since you’re doing my brother. I don’t care to have this get back to him. You didn’t tell him about what you did, did you?”

“Would I do that? What happens between us stays between us.”

Hearing that, I decided to go all out with the truth. “Okay then… maybe you might be a little right. I can be pushed around a little… sometimes. But as far as getting it on with a girl, I can’t picture that for a minute.”

She stopped walking and I followed suit. Then she leaned into my ear to whisper, “Even with me… if I begged you?” She pulled back and raised an eyebrow waiting for my response. There was just something so commanding about the way she had suddenly begun to act towards me that seemed to forbid me from covering my ass.

I stared at her for the longest time and asked, “Are you hitting on me right now? Why do you think I would want to make love to you? Friends forever, but I couldn’t, you know… do anything like that.”

Here came that floor again. “Then I guess when I really am all horny and hard up, I guess I’ll really have to beat your ass before I sit on your face for real.” Instead of an expected laugh, all she did was grin at me. “Would you hate me if I forced myself on you… really?”

I felt my jaw trembling. I knew the answer in a heartbeat. I thought of what she had described as the only sex she had with other girls as extremely repulsive, but there was her offered silence between us that allowed me to answer in a way that I knew she would read between the lines, and didn’t seem to care.

“I just can’t picture that happening, but that would be the only way it would happen.”

I might as well have told her that she could tie me up and do as she pleased. The look on her face was smug in that she had gotten the answer she had wanted.

Over the next hour I learned a lot about her, her new relationship with my brother, and finally got to a point of ease between us again. She totally stopped hitting on me and that was a huge weight off my shoulders. I was even feeling better about her and my brother being close, and felt less threatened by her presence in his life. I was sort of even coming to an acceptance that we could share him, albeit I prayed she would never find that out. I did have a moment when I remembered relishing her “flavor” from earlier on my brother and mused over knowing that the closer they got, the closer we got. It really meant I would be having sex with her at the same time. If she only knew what he had been doing to me every time he left her I would be so mortified I would just die on the spot.

I finally felt secure enough with her that when she asked again to go check out some clothes, I agreed. It seemed like everything had been smoothed over between us and it was like old times again. I was giving the clerks a hard time for watching us like hawks and Mandy made her usual demeaning remarks. I guess her desire to dominate others shouldn’t have come as such a surprise actually. And when I found this hot little skirt, she even offered to buy it for me to make up for what she had done to me earlier. I wasn’t the one to normally wear skirts, but I saw potential for using this one against my brother as an on switch, so I finally agreed to let her.

I made my way to try it on in the dressing room and diverted back to my earlier skepticism over Mandy when she followed me into the booth and closed the door.

“I don’t really need your help,” I said.

“Get over it girl, I’m not going to hit on you every time you show a little leg.”

When I found it still objectionable for her to stay, she offered me a promise that after thinking about it, I accepted and dropped my modesty.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. I promise you… I swear to you, that I will only hit on you one time; maybe today, next week, maybe a year from now. But if your answer is no, than no it is forever. I’ll never bother you a second time. Now that doesn’t mean I won’t still tease you a little here and there, but I won’t lay a hand on you. Deal?”

I thought about her offer hard and asked, “Promise me it won’t be today? And that if I say no, it really means no?”

After a tilt of the head to look at where I had already unbuttoned my shorts, she agreed. So I let it drop and peeled off my shorts. She handed me the skirt and I pulled it on.

“Smokin’, bitch! You can have your chose of guys in that one.”

She always was good at building my confidence and by telling me the truth at that, so I jumped out of the skirt, folded it, and laid it on the bench behind me. When I turned around again she was staring at my ass.

“Excuse me… you promised!”

“No, I swore. I swore I wouldn’t touch you. But hey, you gotta let a girl have her cheap thrills, right?”

I laughed when I thought of all the times we had dressed in front of each other and nothing remained hidden, so I agreed that she was right. After paying for my skirt, Mandy and I walked back to her house and when we got there we talked about all the things that we had failed to share with each other in the past; except for where my brother fit into my life, that is. I really loosened up and became very curious over how her change in life came about, especially the couple of girls she had mentioned having sex with earlier. I was amazed at her willingness to tell me every detail of how those events came about, and floored by many of those details.

The first girl was more just because she kept pissing me off by talking about me behind my back. That was the kicker that got me to start reading about domination and such. I looked into dominatrix’s as well, but that’s more about fashion and toys and stuff like that. I preferred the purer aspect of the mind control that led each person into their separate roles.”

“Who was the girl? Do I know her?”

“Now, now… I can’t tell you that. Domination and submission is all about trust and what kind of a person would I be if I let that slip out?”

“I thought we were best friends?”

“We are… so you should understand. After all, if I did something with you, wouldn’t you want to know you could trust me to keep my mouth shut, at the very least?”

She was right and I was actually glad to hear her stay true to her word. It’s a trait I have always really valued in a person. I asked for more of the titillating details on the girl and what they did together.

“Well, the final straw came when she told a guy I liked that I was a lesbian. Mind you, I had never touched a girl before that day. So, I made nice with her and told her I wanted to make peace with her. She invited me to her house and when I found out no one else was there, I figured it was as good a place as any. I lulled her into a real sense of security until she allowed me to try on some of her clothes. After trying on a couple pairs of pants, I stripped off my panties along with the pants. When she saw me nude from the waist down, I could see in her eyes that she knew what was coming.”

Like a little school girl listening to a ghost story, I begged, “What then?”

“I bum rushed her like I did to you, pinned her down and planted my cunt right over her face. She was freaking out and I just kept saying how she had claimed I was a lesbian and asked her how she liked the lifestyle.”

“She didn’t fight you?”

“You fought me too, but who won that tiff? Besides, you grab a girl’s tit hard enough and they’ll do anything you tell them. I rode that bitches face for ten minutes before she promised to stop talking about me.”

“She never told anyone?”

“Would you? Hell, she was begging me not to tell anyone what I did to her.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you did that. What about the other times?”

Mandy laughed, to herself mostly. “Only one other time actually! And she was fucking hot. It was last Halloween and we met at Drake’s party. You have to swear to me that if I tell you about this and you figure out who I’m talking about that you’ll never tell a sole. You swear?”

I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth fast enough.

“Well then, that was the night I decided that I was made to dominate someone and until we canceled moving, I figured when we got out West that that would be the place to make it happen. Now I’m stuck in this dinky little town. Anyway, I met… the girl, and we hit it off amazingly well. After drinking a while we both starting spilling our secrets. It turned out she was gay and when I finally figured out that she was after me, I warned her off. But somehow, she conned me into telling her about that first girl and then she blew my mind. She understood the difference between being gay and stuffing your pussy in a girl’s face to teach her a lesson.”

I was as mesmerized as a guy would be over porn.

“That girl blew me away! She came right out and told me that I could sit on her face any day. Sooo… to cut it short, we went to her parent’s house and snuck down into the basement.”

“Hey, none of this short shit. I want details.”

“If you think you’re hot now, just wait. Hell, I’m going to need a change of underwear by the time I’m finished. Anyway, she tried kissing on me and all that kind of stuff until I reminded her I wasn’t really into that crap. A minute later, she’s on her back on the floor and I’m squatting over her face. Damn, that girl ate pussy better than any guy I’ve ever had, except… well, I gotta tell you girl, that brother of yours… he knows how to treat a girl.”

Little did she know how well I knew that for myself! I couldn’t believe how frigging hot I was getting listening to her shell out these details.

“She got me off twice and then I was lifting up because I was so sensitive down there and she asked what I was going to do. I looked down and saw that she probably thought I was going to take a piss on her in that position, so I pinned her hands down and taunted her by saying I was going to do just that. But when she squirmed around, I could tell she really didn’t mean it. I held her down like that and kept taunting her, and all she did was beg me not to do it; but in that way where you know they really don’t want you to stop. Finally, I said what the hell. I was trying to pee and when she saw I was really going to do it, she smacked her head really hard up against my crotch. It hurt like hell, and I got pissed. That’s when everything changed. Here she had just sucked me into heaven and then tried to hurt me. It was on for real then. I scooted forward, warned her I was going to do it, and then let go of a stream right in her face.”

“You’re fucking kidding me! You didn’t really do that to her, did you?” Having been on the receiving end of that treatment I knew exactly what that girl was going through. And Mandy was so right… I was getting fucking hotter than the sun and begged to hear how it ended up.

“Sure did! Right in the face. Not that much, but enough so she knew she’d been pissed on. But it was her reaction to it that blew me away. She got all pissy, ‘cuse the pun, but not mad about it like I would have been. So, I let go of a little more. She even kept her fucking eyes open to watch me doing it to her. You would never believe what a fucking rush I got from doing that to her. I had two orgasms on her face, but damn if it wasn’t twice as fucking wild doing that.”

“You’re lying! No way did she let you do that twice to her. That’s worse than a guy thinking its okay to cum on your face.”

“It’s worse for sure, but after I got off her, she didn’t bitch one little bit about it. But the thing that really got to me was the awesome… power… of doing it to her. I felt like I just got the bill of sale on her; like I owned her. After reading a few books I came to find out the psychology behind it, from both points of view. It turned out that’s a basic way of animals belittling underlings and as humans to essentially show their superior status as if laying claim to someone beneath them. I’ve even read a couple of books on this D/s stuff and saw why it had been so frigging hot for me to do that to her.”

A rush ran up my backbone when I thought about how my brother had acted that same way after peeing on me. I had a horrible feeling that she knew more about our thing together than I would ever hope. Why else would Joey have come up with such a lewd and lascivious thing to do to me? I put the timing together and felt relieved to know that it didn’t match up. He hadn’t gotten together with her until after that first time. I felt her out for more information.

“That’s so fucking unbelievable. Have you ever told anyone else about that story?”

“No one… and you’d better not either.”

I swore I wouldn’t, but somehow I still didn’t believe her.

“I did mention the power of urinating on a kept submissive to your brother though. We were talking about the Marquis de Sade and talked about all kinds of control mechanisms like that. You should have seen his face. He was just as freaked out as you.”

A sign of relief fell over my anxiousness. That was how it transpired. I felt so much better knowing that tidbit.

Mandy went off for the next fifteen minutes about the power of peeing and even withholding a submissive’s right to pee as a way to establish dominance over them. I learned a lot that I had been wondering about; such as, it wasn’t nearly as harmful as I might have thought to ingest. She even told me of a beauty regimen that told women that drinking a half a cup a day of their own urine would stave off wrinkles. I felt a lot better about the tiny bit I had taken into my mouth. But it was her devout fascination over her own power trip that really kept her going on and on about what she had done.

Eventually, the topic changed to the one that had led up to Didi. It turns out that she and Joey had talked in great detail about their shared allure to this particular lifestyle of D/s. I pried as much information from her as I could to understand what was going on between my brother and me better. She even lent me a book to read up on the subject. I didn’t find out until later that the book was written almost exclusively for the submissive person to understand their role in D/s until I got home. Was she that fixed on where she ranked me in that area?

After I left for home, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had been told and even settled in to read her book. Fascinating was the only way I could describe what I was reading. It should have bothered me, it would have a normal person, but instead I took from the book a much better understanding that the way I had been feeling matched up pretty closely with the role depicted in the book. I was beginning to agree with Mandy, and thus my brother, that I was indeed meant to be a submissive person. Even the way I was given the name Didi was mentioned as a way to separate a person into two distinct personas that could easily be trained to be interchangeable in an instant. I knew that well already. The mere mention of Didi melted away my desire to fight my brother instantaneously. The benefits of that name outweighed the negative attributes greatly. Perhaps the greatest benefit was that my guilt over doing things I never would do otherwise vanished immediately.

The one thing that I still fumed over however was that word “training”. I really, really didn’t like the thought that I was being trained in such a mental fashion that could be likened to brainwashing. What if the real me was getting brainwashed into doing something I knew was wrong? If it weren’t for the fact that our new life had begun before Mandy came into the picture, I would believe that; but since my “training” started well after, I felt assured that the decisions I was making was of my own volition.

Joey got a job in the small city next to us and for the next week I barely saw him. Between his job, Mandy, and sleeping, we became more like ships passing in the night. Finally, I grew so antsy to be with my brother that I snuck into his room over the weekend just to feed on him. That book I had read that Mandy lent me even spoke to that action. It seemed that many people in my role performed that very act. I was pleased that I was well received for wanting to feed on him and he even held me in his arms for quite some time before I left for my room again. I cherished the tingling of his sperm in my mouth as I fell asleep; it was the one way to be close to him. Another week went by with little more than a quick grab at me here and there, but I did get one firm promise from my brother to make time for me on the weekend. It was getting to be that Mandy and I were spending more time together than she and Joey. That was pretty cool in itself, because she seemed to fall right in line with everything I needed. And as she had promised me, she kept her hands to herself. I figured her promise to only hit on me one time was just to keep me off balance, and it worked; I was always watching for her subtle gestures that might mean something different.

Over the next couple of months, things progressed to a better place for my brother and I. We were working out getting time together and our roles were becoming more and more reinforced in the whole D/s area. He was learning how to command me like an expert in loving dominance, and I was learning to accept my role of accepting my place at his hands. Then Joey got a new job making more money and I got a job myself as one of those retail clerks I use to give such a hard time. That was a blessing, because mom got transferred by her employers to a place several hundred miles away and we inherited the house. Our entire world changed dramatically from the day mom moved out. Instantly, Joey and I started sleeping together several times a week. The rest of the time Mandy would sleep over and I was relegated to hearing them fucking in the next room. It tugged at my heart strings, but Joey always tried to make me feel better about putting up with it.

All I can say about my time with Mandy is that it was illuminating. She would often relate her personal time with my brother to me as if the two of us weren’t related. At first it seemed rather queer, but I had to play along to keep from alerting her about our affair. But as time passed it was almost something I looked forward to hearing. I had been totally convinced that neither Joey nor Mandy knew about my life with the other. Mandy never talked as if she knew about my demented affair with my brother, and Joey never questioned what Mandy was teaching me about the D/s culture. And boy, there was a lot that she taught me. I often wondered just why it was so fascinating for her to divulge so much information about a subject that I kept protesting as irrelevant to me, but since it enthralled my own interests, I never bothered to stop it.

I was noticing some changes in the way Mandy and my brother would act whenever they were together. I guess it was mostly on my brother’s part. She seemed to have broken his pissy attitude he had not so long ago and he was more relaxed to enjoy life. Mandy would mention occasionally how she still felt he had an affinity for other guys, and I could see her point. It didn’t matter to me one way or the other, but since he steadfastly denied her assertion, I was his biggest supporter. I would think I could tell better than anyone if he really did anything like that before.

I really enjoyed my alone time with my brother. I sort of felt that in so many ways he was preparing me for the day I would find that right guy that would eventually take his place. After I became wholly acceptable of his training me, it seemed like it was making me more of the person I enjoyed being. Humbling my self before him was always somewhat defiling and embarrassing, but it was also so sexually charged that it became a drug to me. Whether he was having me prance around naked with the risk of getting caught, having me clean him from Mandy or the occasional side fling, or just berating me in some fashion; it all was wildly erotic to me. I had grown use to his peeing on me to a great extent, however I could only allow it as Didi. He had tried doing it to his “sister” a couple of times only to find out that persona wouldn’t allow it. The peeing on me thing was something really special for a reason I find very hard to explain. It was vile, vulgar, dirty and contemptuous, yet since it was something Joey wanted to do to me to keep me mentally focused, I understood; I also cherished the fact that he would do that to himself. I came to understand that he had to learn new things about his dominating role as well, and that there had to be certain aspects to it that were hard for him to come to grips with in his own mind.

That was another aspect that I had come to appreciate. It had just as much to do with Mandy as it did with Joey. I came to realize that corrections and humbling techniques took a toll on those offering them as well. Yes, they enjoyed applying them, but they also had to deal with defiling themselves by doing them. Mandy for instance would tell me, that after messing with some chick she had been seeing on the side, how bad she felt herself to be for being so arrogant and crude to others for her own benefit. And since the two of them seemed fixed on not being exclusive, Joey also confessed to me that when he would make me do things he felt was over the line that he felt bad for me. I tried assuring him that I fully understood why he was doing them to me and even agreed that it was what I needed to feel fulfilled as Didi. Since Didi had no ego to destroy, and thus I had no guilt, it was something I truly expected.

Then, in one afternoon and evening, everything changed so dynamically that my head was a giant mess of sopping wet brain matter that couldn’t formulate coherent thoughts for weeks. Everything in my world went to opposite extremes so fast and hard that I began waiting for others to tell me what I thought. I seemed to always be in total bliss as I was embarrassed beyond belief at the same moment. My emotions were gauged on a sexual yardstick of floating numbers. In a short time I would be ordered to quit my job and my entire life would seem to rotate directly around my next orgasm, or causing one to happen for someone else. I all but ceased to live, but Didi was in such a euphoric world that I didn’t seem to mind. And it all started one day when Mandy came over to hang out with me, and confessed what had been going on behind my back. It was a Friday and by the end of the weekend, I would become little more than a depraved servant.

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