Epilogue To Charlie's Confessions
It would not surprise you, Dear Reader, to discover that almost no one knows about my life with Miss Thea. Even Harleen who later became a sexual partner with me only knew that Miss Thea advised it, not that Miss Thea and I were sexual together. Those who knew were Miss Thea, my sister Angie, and of course me. I kept in touch with Miss Thea over the years even as circumstances made us move around the country, college, career, families, etc.
Miss Thea passed away earlier this year. She did not die from COVID-19, but COVID-19 prevented my sister and I from going to the funeral. That fucked me up mentally. Of course had I gone I would not have been expected to give a eulogy, and had I given the eulogy, I wouldn't have said everything I said here.
I'm 46 years old. I am married, technically, and have a child. My wife and I did a trial separation, then COVID hit and it's still ongoing. I am in a small condo not far from my sister and my work, near a large city, my wife and child are in a more rural area in a nice house. I am not complaining about my marital problems. They're my fault. I never told my wife about Miss Thea, and while she has occasionally spanked me for fun, she hasn't done it in years, and she was never into it.
So I have gone to professional dominatrixes. Not often, as they are expensive. I hadn't told my sister that. I still see her and her family, she's got kids, and Tommy has been a wonderful husband, but since she and Tommy got married, Angie and I haven't had any special time together, and really haven't discussed anything of the sort.
The COVID lockdown gave me deep emotional issues. I am someone who enjoys being around people, and I spent most of lockdown by myself. And eventually I realized that I had to give my eulogy for Miss Thea. I was not dealing with my grief.
So here it is. You've been reading my eulogy this whole time.
But is there an epilogue? Yes.
I told my sister about this. She read the first few chapters online, then she wanted me to send her the others as I edited them. She and I had some long phone calls about it. And then she came to see me.
My sister had it and beat it with little problem (she was one of the lucky ones) and still gets tested occasionally. I felt safe with her coming to see me. A few weeks before the last chapter went up, she came to visit me at my condo. It was nice seeing someone without a mask.
We chatted and had lunch. She looks great. She just turned 50 and is a knockout. She dyes her hair a nice honey brown, she's kept her figure. Her own kids made her boobs larger. I found myself realizing that she was a MILF.
It's been months since I have sex, by the way.
We had a healthy lunch, and then she discussed the 9 chapters. There were some things that she remembered slightly differently or in a different order, but overall she agreed with my memories. Chapter 7 she said she remembered it the same way. As to the rest of it, there were only two major issues.
The First, she remembered a LOT more of our hotel room fun that I had recalled, from that family trip mentioned in Chapter 8. She reminded me of a lot and she told me that she expected to write something with my help about everything that she remembered. We're working on that now, but I don't know if she will ever let me publish it. I remembered things when she reminded me of them.
Secondly, well... The conversation went like this.
"So, Charlie," she said, standing up and stretching. I was cleaning up from lunch and my little kitchenette is right next to the open room with a bed and couch and TV. It's a one-room condo, really. "There's one more thing."
Yes?" I asked, washing my hands.
My sister took off her jacket. Her bra was a good one, pushing her breasts up, making two wonderful dents in her expensive blouse. She came over in a business suit despite it being a Saturday morning. "I discovered something reading your story," she said, fishing in her purse.
"What's that?" I asked her. Her tone alerted me that something was amiss.
She pulled a wooden hairbrush with a flat square back out of her purse. "You never told me about the peephole in the linen closet," she said. Her voice and eyes had gone hard. She smacked the brush lightly against her other palm.
My stomach dropped. The peephole I drilled, the one I used ot watch her and Miss Thea have sex, then to watch her and Tommy...I hadn't? "I thought I told you when I went to college and Mom and Dad sold the house," I said. I almost stuttered.
"No," she told me, walking right up tome. "You didn't." She had heel son and I was in my socks, and she was exactly at eye level with me. "I discovered that my brother is a peeping tom by reading his anonymous porn on ASSTR." She tapped the brush against her palm again, the sound echoing inches from my ear. TAP. It was a big hairbrush.
"Angie," I said. "I really thought...I didn't mean..."
"Stop!" she said, holding the brush under my nose. I shut up. "Everything we did was consensual, except for that. Everything. You couldn't have told me? Not at any point in the last three decades?"
I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry," I got out. "I was young and I thought I did and I'm sorry." I lowered my gaze. How the hell could I have done this? This online publication was my eulogy, how could I have fucked up so badly -
Angie put a finger under my chin and lifted it up to look at her. "Charlie, what you wrote was beautiful. But I am angry at you for not including me in your life earlier. You've clearly been suffering. You're paying money for a dominatrix? Really? You're my brother, how many times have I spanked you?"
"Dunno." And that had been a long time ago.
"Well, clearly you need it!" she snapped. "First we're going to teach you a lesson about peeping, and then we're going to deal with your other issues. Strip! Now!"
I did, I hurried. Pretty soon I was naked. My body isn't as slim as hers, she's in better shape than me, but she didn't seem to care.
She hauled me over to the couch. She sat in the middle and I went over her knee. I stared at my floor and began to sweat.
WHAP!!!! I yelped.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
There was no counting, there was no speech, just hard and fast spanks with the hairbrush. I began to wiggle and whimper, and she gripped me more securely with her non-spanking arm.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
I got spanked, and again, and again, and they kept coming. I buried my face into a pillow on the couch and bit it and screamed into it. She was really hurting me. I was being punished. My sister works out.
Finally she stopped. "Good boy, Charlie," she said, rubbing my back. "Shhh, good boy."
And I cried. I cried for Miss Thea. I cried for the fucking up in my life that I had done. I cried because I needed to cry. Angie just kept rubbing my back.
Eventually she stood me up and hugged me. "You've needed that for a long time," she said, whispering in my ear. "The spanking and the cry, you've needed it."
"Yes," I admitted. I felt emotionally exhausted. Then I felt her hand snake down and start rubbing my dick. It sprang up like I was 13, ready to go.
"Oh, look," she laughed. "I kept count by the clock over there, spanked you for ten minutes, but someone is not fazed by that, nooooo..."
Despite myself I blushed. Ten minutes of a hairbrush? No wonder it hurt so much! But dammit it also excited me. i was stiff as a brick. It made me feel young.
"I haven't gotten that hard in a long time," I muttered.
"Easier when someone else does it for you," Angie said. Then she kissed me. The kiss went on for a minute, maybe less. I was so hungry. Then she broke it off. "Now you kiss me elsewhere," she said, taking her skirt off.
Her skirt and hose came off, the shoes to the side, the panties were black lace, she made me take them off with my mouth.
She keeps herself shaved. It is a beautiful pussy. Or maybe I should go back to calling it a flower?
She started to lean back but I caught her and began unbuttoning her shirt. She laughed, and let me. Her bra was a black bra like Miss Thea used to wear. Then he breasts came out, they were big and round and soft.
She sat on the couch, naked. I lay naked, my feet over the end, and I put my head in her lap.
And I nursed.
"Good boy," she whispered, and she began to moan as my mouth stimulated her nipples. They got erect, and licked around them in addition to sucking, first one breast then another. back and forth. She played with my penis, but not too much, jus enough to keep it nuts.
Finally she made me stop, and she went to my bed, and sat back, legs wide. I knelt.
She put her watch where I could see it. "You suckle for 15 minutes or I will get a leather strap!" she commanded. I obeyed.
I kissed her clit. I slipped my tongue into her vagina. I I went back to her clit. I suckled it like it was a nipple. She moaned and came. I kept going.
I went for 22 minutes before I took a break. She had about 6 orgasms.
"Get up here," she told me. She and I got up all the way into the bed and held each other. We rubbed each other's backs. I played with her breatss. She played with my dick, getting it rock hard again.
"I miss her, too," Angie told me.
I did not know what to say.
After about five minutes of cuddling, Angie made me get up, and she sat me on the hard kitchen chair. I winced as my red butt made contact with the surface, but did not protest.
Then she kneeled, smiled at me, and put her mouth on my cock. And she sucked. She sucked so good.
Apparently somewhere in the last few decades, she gotten over her objections to blowjobs. She and Tommy had a very happy marriage, I assume. I lasted about ten second from her warm mouth. And I came, crying out, holding the back of her head.
And she swallowed it, and then looked up at me, cum dripping a bit down her chin. "You better?" she asked me.
I nodded weakly. I could barely speak.
We showered together. Then she got dressed but made me stay naked. She gave me small handheld enema from a box in her purse, and then after I expelled I got another trip across her lap on the couch for some light handspanking. But it wasn't hard, it was light and playful, and she told me to expect regular weekly visits to her little brother, and that I was not to masturbate any more without her there or watching on a facetime call.
And she made good on that, and I obeyed her.
Will Angie let me write more? I don't know. But she ordered me to write this. And I will obey my big sister.
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