During dinner, Nell explained her experience. "It was like being slammed into a brick wall in slow motion but retaining all of the force. I experienced every microsecond of pain. At a certain moment, body half crushed, I lost my 'self.'" Nell bounced parentheses fingers while saying the word. "I watched tears run and heard sobs. There was a sense of freedom unlike lucid dreaming. I was fully awake but unable to affect anything. That mental state was my entire reality - all in the present - separate from past and future."
Mom and I didn't touch the food on our plates while Nell described her personal journey of masochism. She ate heartily, wincing from time to time but not caring about the pain shooting up from her wood seated butt. She talked animatedly.
"I lived in slow motion, disconnected, watching the switch lay stripes across my ass but only interested in the experience of utter detachment." Nell paused to chew chicken gristle. "The crazy thing is, I got bored! It was amazing for the longest time, then I was lonely. Hours passed between swats in my time frame. There was no one else. It became terrifying, but I think, now that I've experienced it, I'll be able to withstand that. I kept shouting Craig's name. He was the only person within my limited universe, but detachment separated us. I grew to hate it!
"Then SNAP! Like being whacked on the head with a two by four, I was back in my body. Craig's arms were holding me, and he was crying. I had to fuck him, Mom. Hugging wasn't close enough to be reassured that I wasn't still alone."
Nell finished her meal. Mom and I exchanged bewilderment. Eventually we wrapped our plates in plastic and stuck them in the fridge.
When Dad arrived, Nell was in her room, catching up on the classes she'd missed. Mom and I were still sitting at the table. My mind was mulling over my standing with Nell.
"Good evening, Love of my Life and Pesky Son. Where's the prodigal daughter?" He was in a surprisingly chipper mood - likely horny.
"Taking a pregnancy test- I don't know." Mom jived.
"She studying, Dad. There's a double meal waiting to be warmed up. Mom and I are going to sit here for a while."
"At last, you've both succumbed to our alien overlords. Can I join in?" He quickly spotted the wrapped plates and put one in the microwave. When neither of us reacted, he worried.
"Is this what happens when the man of the house is gone too long? Family loses its spark, its drive? Stop moping. Why aren't the kids complaining, Mother? Harp on my ass about something, or I might bury myself under a pile of hookers tonight.
Mom brightened a little. "Sorry, Husband. The only whore you're allowed to pay is me. Mommy needs either an insta-pot, or a gross of edible panties."
"Now we're talking. Craig, go bother your sister while I bother your mother under the table." It was the closest thing to sex between them that he'd ever joked about. The microwave went, "DING!"
I got up and went to my room. I texted Nell. "Dad's in good spirits."
"Can I fuck him?"
"That's beyond my pay grade."
"Can I fuck you again?"
"Now?"
"I mean, sometime again."
"I guess, but I'll probably be a dick about enslaving you."
"Old news. Bring it Big Brother. Not tonight however. I've got to pass my media studies class or I will have to enroll in ROTC. Great safe word, BTW."
"Do you wish you had used it?"
"Yes and no. We'll find out next time."
"Your ass was a maze of stripes. How can you concentrate?"
"I'm fingering myself, naked on my bed, tits down. Interested?"
"What about your studies?"
"What studies? Nah, I'm kidding, but not about being horny. Just have to plow through the books and vids. This is better than studying with classmates. Now STFU."
I slept my phone and sought out my textbooks.
Adult, furtive cries seeped through the thin door to my room. I smiled and studied.
Mom didn't bother me that night or the next. I actually enjoyed masturbating during her absence of groveling. Nell kept herself busy with school - both days. I thought about her experience of detachment. By no means was cumming into a dirty sock, the same as her moment of enlightenment. It just felt real good to jerk off privately.
At the end of the second day, I was challenging my self academically, by playing a video game, when Nell's picture appeared on my phone. I answered.
"You okay, Big Bro?"
"Yeah, why do you care?" I smirked, hoping she might be horny.
"I don't. Mom texted me and said you were home from school, but something was wrong."
"Mom walked by not long ago. Why didn't she ask me? I'm fine. I'm home. I got my ass kicked by a giant robot. I'm working toward vengeance."
"That's why, Idiot. You need to figure it out."
HEY! My slow brain caught up. She had called me Big Bro!
I set my phone on the coffee table and released the controller in my other hand. It flipped over. The pause button struck the carpet, resuming my game. Mega-Robo-Gaigen kicked my ass again, but I bounded to my feet and strode into the hall.
I knocked at Mom's door. "Mom?"
"Yes, My Son."
Fuuuuuhhhh. Truly, yours truly was an idiot of the highest order. Mom hadn't begged me for cock, because our game had changed!
"Open the door." I mustered my best voice of authority. My recent experience of not 'acting' dominant while swatting my sister, had given me a sense of what being dominant was. It's not like I had changed into a more dominant young man. I had a better understanding of the part of me that could be dominant.
Mom appeared in the doorway. She studied me, wary of my intentions. Her skirt was half zipped up but clasped at the waist. Her light sweater was the color of ripe cantaloupe.
"I'm sorry you weren't quicker about that. Were you changing?"
"No."
