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In just a few short months, my life went from being an absurd sexual nightmare to an absurd sexual paradise. This house was, and is, the locus for both.
It was our parents' house. After Dad died, it became just Mom's house. Even after Mom met her new 'special friend' Kara, I suppose it was still just hers -- her house, her rules.
If you haven't read about those strange days, allow me to sum them up: Insane. Femdom. Kink. Prison.
I saved a lot of money by living in that prison; I was broke, and wanted to graduate ASAP. The real reason, though, was that I just couldn't leave my sister. She'd taken the same deal as me. We suffered separately, and unequally, but as compatriots nonetheless. Secretly, in the dead of night, we joined together in the ultimate act of sexual rebellion. I was supposed to be milked nearly to death every day -- Rose, fucked to the same threshold. I always had more cum for her. She always had more orgasms for us both. We kept each other strong. We helped each other push through.
It's August, now; I graduated from university in May. Once I did, my inheritance from Dad was officially mine, free and clear. I left Mom's sexual circus and took Rose with me. We spent a week making a tiny paradise of our own, living in a halfway-decent motel room and fucking each other like crazy. Free from Mom and Kara's reign of terror, I gave Rose all of my cum, and helped her with every one of her orgasms. We belonged to each other completely. We were all set to move into our condo and live happily, hornily, and orgasmically ever after.
It just so happened that one week later, when we came back to this very house to collect our stuff, Kara sat us down and told us to make an offer -- several, in fact.
We made them. Mom accepted two, and Kara accepted one. I'll admit I was surprised. I guess Mom loved us more than I thought; the threat of losing us forever was enough for her to surrender control to us -- to give up being dominant over anyone. The fact that Dad had left us most of the money had surely helped. Once Mom was on board, Kara happily tagged along.
We own the house. We own our mother. Kara works for us, just like she used to work for Mom.
Welcome to the new normal, as absurd as it may seem. I'm really happy. Rose is too. We're two halves of a whole. I never worry that Rose is getting bored. She never has to worry about me getting bored, either. When one of us has a new kinky idea, it's just a bonus. It's like getting flowers from your spouse on a random day in March 'just because:' it helps, but the love is always there. It turns out that Rose and I aren't adventure or novelty junkies. We're just sex junkies. We're comfortable, homebody perverts.
It's Wednesday, roundabouts six o'clock. I'm about to walk in the door to our house -- mine and Rose's -- for another wonderful evening with my true love. I'll also get a chance to check in with our slave and our employee. Today's just a regular day, as these things go. It's not Kara's day to be Rose's girlfriend, or to be my second one. She already gave us both our weekly
strap-on
fuckings. She'll almost certainly wait until Friday or Saturday for her weekly double-oral-worship session.
She's an employee, and employees get perks.
As soon as I walk in the front door, Rose is bounding through the expansive first floor to greet me. I drop some of my stuff and brace for impact. She's Hobbes to my Calvin. Thankfully, I'm a lot taller and sturdier. She's slim and sexy. I love it when she pounces on me.
She's wearing nothing but tiny socks and panties, and she actually slides a bit where there's no rug or carpeting on the hardwood. Her perky tits bounce happily as she runs. When she gets close enough, she takes a flying leap into my arms, wraps herself around my torso, and gives me a monster hug. I shower her neck with kisses. She rubs my back and lightly scratches it.
"Rosencrantz," I say.
"Guildenstern," she says back.
It's stupid, and we love it. It was a dubious gift from both Mom and Dad. We cherish anything that remains of him.
"I missed you so much, baby," I tell her.
"You missed me?" she asks skeptically.
"I did!" I answer.
"Even though it's only been, like, nine hours?" she presses.
"Uh-huh," I affirm.
"And even though you literally butt fucked the piss out of me like half an hour before you left the house?" she asks.
My cock strains in my pants, and I make sure she feels at least the tip on her thigh.
"'Even though?'" I repeat incredulously. "Especially because!"
She drops the act and nuzzles me. I can feel her grinning like an idiot. I am too.
"Yeah I missed you too, big brother," she says. "I've been masturbating all day with your cum in my plugged ass."
"Only masturbating?" I ask.
"Well," she says, "maybe Dee-Dee helped me out a little."
I give her one more big kiss on the neck.
"Good," I say. "I'm glad to hear it."
"I wish it was you instead, Gil," she pouts. She's joking -- well, mostly.
"Baby, I'd butt fuck you ten times a day if I could," I answer, "but we both want to be real lawyers someday. Gotta work the system."
"Ten times a day, huh?" she echoes coyly. "Well, I'd have no objections, but I'm just not sure you could sustain it."
"Nerd," I tease, drawing out the single word.
"Dork," she teases right back. It works better as a staccato.
I love her so much.
I carry Rose into the kitchen, giving her even more neck-kisses, and trying to reach her earlobe too. For her part, she tries her best to find my neck, but mostly has to settle for my shoulder and clavicle. She playfully bites at them, adding some goofy 'nom nom nom' noises that never get old. She's my little tiger, after all.
"That's going to be me on your perky tits later, baby," I whisper to her.
She squirms in my arms and grips me tighter. I feel her heat up.
We get to the kitchen, and see our slave and her overseer in one of their usual positions. Mom's washing dishes. She's mostly naked; she's wearing her collar, some wrist and ankle cuffs, and an anal plug. We generally don't keep her mouth gagged with serious bondage equipment for long stretches during the day, but she's usually chewing on a pair of used panties -- either Rose's or mine. Today's no exception. Indeed, she's just about due for a swap.
Kara's behind her, casually fucking her pussy with an extra-long
strap-on
; it solves the logistical problems involved in fucking a slave who's doing actual work. Kara's also holding the leash attached to Mom's thick, black collar. The wrist and ankle cuffs aren't linked to anything at the moment; we want all those chores done effectively and efficiently. Kara knows to keep the slave train moving.
