You might think that I'd solved all of the problems confounding my journey to enslave my mother and sister, and you would be mostly right, but fantasies, by their nature, are larger than reality. I still went to school and helped with chores and ran errands and generally acted like a responsible member of the family. By comparison, slave sex was just a part-time hobby largely determined by the women's needs.
For example, I was feeling especially randy a couple days after the breakthrough. I still jerked off about as often as before hot incest erupted in my life. The fact that each day was fraught with the possibility of banging either or both women was a constant turn on. I approached mom in her bedroom and asked. "I've been thinking about why you weren't into kissing me, the other night, but I've got nothing."
"You're a great kisser, Craig. But kissing isn't something I'll willing give to a sex god, unless he forces me." Talk about building confidence in your children!
"Saving it for Dad?" It seemed reasonable. Getting Mom's lips around my aching cock was very much on my mind that afternoon. Who needed kissing?
"Yes, but not exactly. Kissing taps into love differently than sex. You have to experience it to understand. I hope you meet someone who makes your heart sing someday."
"I could ask Dad for a steamy kiss, but would I feel what you feel?"
"That's not funny. And you already know the answer."
"Wanna fuck instead of talk?"
"I do, but I have to create this month's shift schedule."
End of example.
Nell arrived not long thereafter. She took off her work clothes in the living room. Standing in her dark blue bra and matching thong, said very nicely, "I need my Big Brother."
"Hands and knees. Crawl to my room." I didn't wait for compliance. I dropped the game controller and hopped up, striding into the hall. I had been preparing for her next slave session.
She crawled to my door, which I had closed, and bumped her head repeatedly against it.
"Who is it?"
"Whatever you're calling me, this time."
"That would be, my cum slut sister, for now. Who is it?"
"Your cumslut sister, Big Brother."
"What can I do for you?"
"Use me however you like."
"My favorite password." It actually was my password for [ONLINE SERVICE REDACTED] at one time. I opened the door and placed a bare foot on her face, having just cleaned it with an alcohol wipe. "Pay the price before entering." Before my foot covered her expression, she looked a little nervous - likely because the last she wanted was for Mom to find her down to her skivvies and crawling like a dog at my door.
Nell frowned but played along, sticking out her tongue, licking my sole and between my toes, and then sucking on my toes. It tickled like crazy, but I managed to not spazz out.
I let her crawl into my room and closed the door. The threat of our mother discovering her degraded like that, ended. I made her lick and suck my other foot before retreating to my bed and picking up the tool I had laid upon it. It was a special, leather switch. I showed it to her. "The is going to hurt a lot but only cause surface bruises."
Her frown deepened. She recognized that I was giving her a choice. If I hadn't she might have broken the game to escape the frightful thing. I explained, "Get me off with your mouth, and I'll spank you with my hand. But if you want a fat cock in your slut cunt..." I swished the switch through air. It made an impressing buzzing sound.
"What I want doesn't matter, Big Brother." My dear sister fumed but continued to play her part. The price of dick to satisfy her fetish would never be cheap. She bowed her head. She needed a heavy fucking that much.
I would have honored my offer to hand spank her if she sucked me off. When she accepted the higher price for the greater reward, I unexpectedly felt responsible to ensure we both 'won' our game. Despite my craving to master the women in our home, it must never feel like combat. Tug of war was not only a better metaphor but hundreds of degrees hotter.
"Plop your tits on my bed, my canine slut. Pull down your panties." I stood and stepped out of her way.
She crawled to my bed, rested her large but feminine bra on my rumpled comforter and reached back. Nell's lips tightened as she drew her underwear down and over her hips, expecting to be lashed immediately. She knew my wicked heart that well, but this time flaunting my new power might have worked against me. The switch in my hand was supposed to be very painful. My sister might have called bullshit if the amount of pain broke her lust. I had to integrate it into her desires.
"Tell me again why I'm going to punish you."
"I teased you, Big Brother. I took my own pleasure and abandoned yours. I'm very sorry."
Swish - bzz - CRACK!
"AAAA!!!" Nell shrieked. Her naked butt lurched away from the lash that left a bright streak across it. "GODS, that hurt!!"
"Swear to me, you despicable cunt, not the gods." CRACK!
"AIEE!!" Her head swiveled to me. "I beg you, Big Brother, let me get you off with my mouth. I can't take this!"
"Good, you actually suffered for your crime! It's too late to escape this. I'm not changing gears now. You've got five swats more, by my reckoning, for today's installment. During this punishment, you will remove your bra. If it's not on the floor at my feet before your fifth swat, I'll keep striking your cunt ass until it is."
SMACK! I struck slightly lighter and across a fresh section of her tight cheeks.
"OWW!" Nell's arms raced up her back, fingers working frantically to unhook her bra strap before I- CRACK!
"AAA!!"
CRACK!
Nell screamed.
"Nell?" Mom was at the ready, at the door. She'd never heard such pitiful cries from her daughter.
My hand holding the switch abruptly flew behind my back! Of course Mom would be worried! How the hell was I going to work this into the game?
