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There are no illustrations for this. I wrote it with my friend Mike McGifford. I am wondering if people like any of my stories. This one is more a classic ENF IMHO.

Synopsis: Erin is about to discover that her mom has been living next door for the last six months as a sex slave. This is a lengthy tale in the style of a classic by Vulgus. Originally written by Mike McGifford. I have his permission to edit and complete the story.
Sex Contents: Some Sex
Genre: Coming of Age
Tags: Ma/Fa, Consensual, Teen Siren, School, Slut Wife, Wimp Husband, Mother, Brother, Sister, BDSM, DomSub, Humiliation, Light Bond, Spanking, PonyGirl, Interracial, Oriental Female, Enema, Masturbation, Sex Toys

22 Chapters.



“Mom walked out on you, dad. What does that say about you?” I wanted to hurt my dad and I always defaulted to my old standby. The fact that mom couldn’t stand my dad so much that she up and left me and my brother without so much as a ‘see you round’ still bothered me even after three months.

I assumed it was that she couldn’t stand my dad and not that she couldn’t cope with my brother or worse, me. I didn’t want to think it could possibly be my fault. But doing that was just so ‘mom’. She had always been about herself. What she wanted. What she needed. Blah blah blah. She told us she loved us but if she did, she had a funny way of showing it.

Dad said he’d spent years trying to change her or at least that’s what he told us when he broke the news that she was gone.

My dad is a weakling. He could have made her stay but he didn’t so it was his fault she was gone. Now his life revolves around his job, making sure we are alive each morning when he gets us up for breakfast and then drinking at night.

He’s what’s called a functioning alcoholic. He makes our meals, does housework, works a full time job and still manages to get drunk every night. As I said, he’s a weakling and mom was probably right to walk out on him. All he could do about it was to start drinking.

“What it says about me is that I have pride,” dad slurred a little. He was really toasted tonight.

“Yeah, I can see that,” I laughed in his face. “Mom would have done anything for you and instead, you let her walk out.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying, Erin. It wasn’t like that at all. She just needed something I couldn’t provide.”

“That’s what I said, dad. You’re the problem. She’s probably out right now partying and having a real life. Not like you.”

“No she’s not.”

His words stopped me cold. Did dad know where mom is? It had never occurred to me that there might be something he hadn’t shared with us.

“How do you know?” I demanded. I was getting angrier and angrier by the second. “Tell me!” I almost shouted.

“She’s next door with Mr. Johnson,” dad slurred. He looked like he was getting ready to cry. He disgusted me even more at that moment, saying something that was obviously a lie. If mom had been next door I would have known.

“She has NOT been next door for the last three months, dad. You’re just drunk.”

“You’re right, I am. But she’s still next door with Mr. Johnson,” he insisted stubbornly.

“Then why hasn’t she been over here?” I spat the question like it was an accusation.

“She’s not allowed. Mr. Johnson likes to rub that fact in my face. And you’re right, it is my fault. I don’t want you and your brother to blame yourselves anymore. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Mr. Johnson,” dad said, a flickering of fire entering his glazed eyes.

“So why hasn’t she invited us over to see her?” I asked in a more normal voice, hearing the whine in it and hating the way the question had come out.

“She doesn’t want you seeing her like she is now. She wants you to remember her as your mom, not how she is now.”

“How she is now? What does that even mean? Has Mr. Johnson done something to her? Why didn’t you call the police then?”

I still didn’t believe dad but I wanted to poke holes in his lies and he had never wanted to talk about mom before so I wanted to hear what he had to say.

“She went there vol ... vonentry ... voluntarily,” dad said, tripping over his own words until he sounded out the last word slowly.

“And Mr. Johnson won’t let her leave now?” I asked, trying to make sense of what dad was saying.

“He keeps her inside, mostly in a cage, but she’s happy.” The sigh in dad’s voice was audible. It was like he had lost a big fight and had no choice but to accept his loss. He disgusted me.

“WTF, dad. What do you mean a cage? Are you saying he keeps her locked in the house?” Dad mumbled something almost incoherent although it sounded like the word ‘symbolic’ was in there. It was hard to tell. I knew I needed to take charge. To do SOMETHING, even if it was dad’s imagination and the booze talking.

“I want to see mom. Right now. Take us over there right now and prove she’s there,” I demanded again. My demand seemed to wake dad up a little bit.

“I can’t. I’m not allowed. I’ll call and ask tomorrow if you really want me to, but you don’t want that, princess.”

“Don’t tell me what I want, dad. What I want is to see mom!”

“She’s not your mom anymore. She made her choice. And she said she doesn’t want either of you to see her like she is. Mr. Johnson agreed,” dad said in such a way that it was like he was rolling his eyes.

“I don’t give a rip what Mr. Johnson wants. He’s an old creeper anyway. Either we go there now or I’m calling the police,” I bluffed.

Dad’s reaction was almost instantaneous - as much as a drunk can do anything instantaneously. “No police! Damn! Why’d I say anything,” he mumbled the last part to himself. Then he added more clearly, “I won’t stop you from going over there but I’m not going. I’ve already been warned once.

I was so astounded by how the threat of the police had affected him that I unconsciously ignored what he’d said about being warned.

“Pfft. Figures. More interested in your next drink than mom. Then I’m going over there right now. And I’m taking Rich with me. You can come with or you can stay but when I find out you’ve been lying to me you’re gonna be in so much trouble, dad.”

I didn’t know exactly what I planned to do when I confirmed dad was lying but I knew it’d have to be something he wouldn’t quickly forget. Dad is the one person who should never lie to his kids. But he’d been such a letdown since mom left that it hardly seemed worth it to dwell on what I’d do. First, it would be up to me to expose dad’s lies or to rescue mom, either one.

I stalked into the living room and told my brother we were going to go next door.

“Why?” Was his one word question.

“Because dad says mom has been over there the whole time she’s been gone. Don’t you want to see her?”

“Mom? Like in OUR mom?” He asked, stupidly.

“What other mom is there?” I shot back.

“Mom’s been living next door this whole time?”

Rich isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. But then he’s only fourteen. He isn’t grown up like me. It’s amazing how different we are even though there’s not even two years between us.

“Get your coat. It’s cold out tonight,” I told him, glancing towards the kitchen where dad still sat. He looked like he was falling asleep. I wasn’t in the mood to help him stagger next door even if he wanted to and it didn’t look like he did.

My brother was getting excited and I didn’t have the heart to tell him dad was most likely lying. He would have run to the door without bothering with a coat if I hadn’t reminded him.

I grabbed mine off the hook and shrugged into it before opening the front door. At least it wasn’t snowing. We could walk right across our yard and onto Mr. Johnson’s, then up his walk to his front door.

I generally had nothing to do with Mr. Johnson and he kept to himself. I could recognize him and that was about it. But he creeped me out. His eyes were really piercing like he was looking inside you, not just at you.

When Rich and I got to his front door, I suddenly got a case of nerves. I had to physically shake myself out of whatever was going on inside of me and I knocked. Hard.

The porch light came on and I heard the deadbolt snick a few heartbeats later.

“Yes?” I heard from behind the door before it was even opened more than a crack. Then Mr. Johnson’s head came around the door and he saw us standing on his porch.

“Hmm. This is a surprise. Your father finally showing some spine?” He asked. I wasn’t even sure he knew who we were until he said that, not that his words made sense.

“Dad said mom’s over here and has been this whole time. Is that true?” I managed to keep my voice down to a low roar. I still didn’t know if dad had told the truth.

I could see a number of expressions cross his features in quick succession before he answered.

“You take after her, don’t you? I don’t know that you’re ready, though. Anyway, I asked you a question first. Answer it and we’ll go from there.”

“I’m not playing, Mr. Johnson. Is she here or not? Tell me or tell the police when they come. Your choice.”

“Feisty!” Mr. Johnson then laughed in my face. “The police? Really? My mommy went next door and didn’t come home,” he said in a falsetto voice that sounded more like Rich’s than mine. “You need to arrest him for living next door!” He finished with a chuckle. “You know that sounds ridiculous, right?”

“That’s not what I said,” I fumed. “I’m warning you, Mr. Johnson...” I left the end hanging mostly because I didn’t know what my threat would be. Mentioning the police hadn’t worked.

“Did your father send you over or not,” he asked, the chuckle dying as if it had never existed.

“My dad’s drunk. He can’t even wipe his own butt right now.”

I don’t know why I’d said that. Sure it was the truth but Mr. Johnson didn’t need to know it.

“Erin said mom’s here. Is she, mister?” Rich’s voice filled the silence.

“Your mom, no. A slut in training who looks exactly like your mom, yes. Do you want to meet her, young man?”

Mr. Johnson had just looked right through me at Rich and had cut me out of the conversation as easily as looking through a window.

I didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t believe Mr. Johnson had just pretty much admitted mom WAS there. Right next door! She’d missed my birthday, mother’s day and Rich’s first b-ball game. Yet she’s been here the whole time.

“Where is she?” Rich asked, excited, not understanding what had just happened or confused by what Mr. Johnson had said.

“Allow me to show you, Rich,” he said and moved out of the entrance so Rich could slip past him. It’d been obvious to me that the invitation had been for Rich, not me, so I had to quickly squeeze past Mr. Johnson too, before he could stop me. Thoughts of what we were doing didn’t really register until a few moments later.

For one, Mr. Johnson clearly hadn’t included me in his invitation. I’d just followed my brother. The only thing on my mind at that moment had been an intuitive responsibility to protect my dumbass brother who hadn’t hesitated for a second.

The second thing is that we didn’t really know anything about the guy except that he was supposedly hosting our mom and I’d even been told that she was being held prisoner in his house. So where was my weapon of self defense? I didn’t have one except for maybe my personality. My friends say I can be downright scary sometimes.

Thirdly, the noise Mr. Johnson made when I slipped wordlessly by him was something like exasperation, but I didn’t care. Boys made those sorts of noises around me all the time and I ignored them. I probably shouldn’t have, with Mr. Johnson, though. His house could have been one big dungeon where my mom was chained to a torture rack or something. In other words, I jumped in when I should have trodden carefully. But that was Rich’s fault for darting in before thinking.

Now if Mr. Johnson wanted, he could have had three prisoners in his house. We might have walked right into a trap. But it would have been a trap Mr. Johnson didn’t want me in - just Rich. I had outsmarted and out maneuvered him so here I was.

My initial impression of the house was that it didn’t look like a torture chamber or anything out of one of those slasher movies. His front door was at the end of his hallway and I could hear a TV on in the living room. I knew it was a TV because I could hear The Price Is Right on it. The house didn’t smell of old farts like I’d half expected either. In fact if it smelled like anything, it was air freshener.

Rich was already at the far end of the hallway and Mr. Johnson hadn’t even closed his front door yet. It’s not like he’d paused or anything. I’m just saying that I made my observations about all this in like one second. The lock snicking closed could have been ominous but instead, Rich got my full attention when he shouted, “Mom?”

Imagine a shout that’s supposed to be an exclamation but comes out as a question. That’s what my brother did. I sprinted down the hallway to get to Rich. That came out sounding like I’m athletic but really I mean the hallway was only four or five strides long and I didn’t think.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw what Rich was looking at. There was a female in a cage in the corner of Mr. Johnson’s living room. She was naked, curled into a ball hiding her face behind her hands with her legs drawn up to cover her chest. She had shackles on her wrists and ankles and she was clearly bald. Not just a closely shaven scalp but bald-bald. Everywhere. I could see right between her legs. She had something in her mouth, too.

That’s why all I’d heard other than Rich’s question had been a weird, startled squeak like someone being caught doing something they shouldn’t. But I’d know my mom anywhere. Even naked and bald with red stripes all over what I could see of her body.

Dad hadn’t lied!

She seemed so different and yet, there she was – like a caged animal on display. There was no shame on her face, either. She seemed to accept her naked state. I found it impossible to process what was happening all at once.

Naked, bald woman in a kennel cage

But I felt rooted to the spot as much as Rich. I would like to say I didn’t think, but rushed to her aid. No, that’s not what I did. I just started, my mouth hanging open like I was trying to catch flies.

Mr. Johnson behind me saying, “see, just a naked cum dump, not your mom,” snapped me out of my state.

“What have you done to our mom?” I demanded while spinning around to face Mr. Johnson and pulling Rich with me so he wasn’t looking at mom’s bare pussy and asshole. He didn’t need to see that although the image was already burned into my brain.

“It’s here of it’s own free will, aren’t you, Cunt?” Mr. Johnson asked my mom conversationally, looking at her between Rich and me. I pulled Rich closer to me, trying to hide mom behind us.

“What’s your problem, Erin? I didn’t invite you in and you’re not the boss of your brother. Yet you continue to act like he’s your property as much as Cunt’s mine. Rich, doesn’t it bother you that your sister thinks she owns you?”

Rich pulled away from my side as if in answer to Mr. Johnson’s question. I felt betrayed. And alone without Rich snuggled into my side. And scared. If Mr. Johnson could do to my mom what he’d done, he wouldn’t have a problem subduing us.

“Why is my mom in a dog cage and why is she bald?” Rich asked. He seemed to ignore the fact that she was wearing restraints and that she’d clearly been whipped. He also didn’t care that she seemed frightened of him, the way she’d covered her face and pulled herself into a ball.

“It begged for it,” Mr. Johnson shrugged as if unwilling to provide answers for mom. “You should ask it yourself,” he shrugged again.

“My mom is not an IT, asshole!” I screamed at Mr. Johnson. “Get her out of that damned cage and let her put some clothes on! We’re kids and we shouldn’t see her naked or scared like this!”

“You shut up, girl!” Mr. Johnson barked at me. “I was talking to Rich. You both insisted on seeing my cunt and here it is. Rich, ask it if it wants to be here. Let it tell you, okay?” Mr. Johnson continued in a kindlier voice when talking to my brother.

Rich slowly turned around and addressed mom. “Are you okay, mom? Did Mr. Johnson hurt you!”

“It or ooo oing ere, oick?” Mom asked, still covering her face.

“Hold on, Rich. I’ll take the ring gag off it so you can understand it better.” Then he said a single word. “Present”.

I couldn’t help it. I had to see what was happening. So I turned around and looked at mom again. She’d moved within the cage to a kneeling position with her knees parted and her hands on her thighs, palms up. I could see her nether lips were parted and she had a big stainless steel or silver ring between her folds. Her back was straight and nothing was hidden from view, even the other two massive matching rings piercing her nipples. She was blushing bright red. Mom was clearly mortified at being on display but still following instructions.

Mr. Johnson rattled his keys, stepped around us and unlocked the cage before leaning in and nimby reaching around behind her to unlock the gag mom had in her mouth, by feel alone.

He then drew the gag off her and I watched her stretch her jaws like she’d had the gag in a long time. She refused to make eye contact with either of us.

“Tell him, Cunt,” Mr. Johnson ordered my mom.

Before she could speak, I spoke up. “Stop calling her the C-word! There’s a child here,” I spoke over my shoulder while visually examining mom. I expected to be obeyed. I AM a girl, after all.

“You can shut the fuck up, girl. You weren’t invited in and I’m barely suffering your presence, right now. I would have no qualms about picking you up by your hair and carrying you back out. Anyway, sluts don’t usually cover up in MY house and I don’t care what the rules are where you live. So be grateful I don’t strip you before I eject you.”

I wanted to scream that he wouldn’t dare. I wanted to shout at him that I’m not a slut either. But I fully believed he would strip me and carry me out. He looked like he’d do it without raising a sweat. I’m strong for a girl and very nimble but something in his voice assured me he’d had a lot of experience with doing just what he’d threatened. My mom was proof of that. I suddenly didn’t feel any confidence at all.

Mom cleared her throat a couple times then apologized to Mr. Johnson for me before addressing Rich, still without looking directly at him.

“You shouldn’t have come, Rich. I never wanted you to see me like this,” she said, a rear forming at the corner of one eye.

“You left us without even saying goodbye, mom. Why didn’t you come home? Was it what I did?”

I couldn’t believe that’s what he’d led off with. Mom was naked and pierced, kneeling with her privates hanging out in a freaking dog cage and she’d been wearing a ring gag.

“Look at me, Rich,” mom pleaded, finally looking directly at him. He’d had no such qualms about looking directly at her. “I didn’t want you seeing me as Master’s sex toy. I didn’t want you to remember me like this.”

“Why not? You look nice, except for being bald. That’s weird,” he said like her appearance wasn’t anything totally over the top. Like it wasn’t obvious she’d been recently whipped, either.

“So you live here now? Can I still come over? Like to visit and stuff?” He asked.

Had I stepped into a twilight zone where what I was witnessing was normal? Rich didn’t even seem to notice anything out of the ordinary!

“That’s for Master to say. He’s forbidden your father from coming over because your dad is a pussy. But if you ask nicely, Master might agree.”

Mom was blushing clear down into my her cleavage now. That told me mom was saying yes but wanted to scream, NO! I was totally confused. It seemed like she really was here of her own free will.

“What about me?” I whispered, barely audibly. The question had snuck out before I could stop it. I wanted my mom. Actually, I wanted my mommy, I admitted to myself. I was angry she’d abandoned me but that didn’t matter at that moment.

She was my mom. I missed her. I missed our girl talks and the secrets I’d shared with her. I never admitted to anyone, especially my friends, that my mom was my best friend but she was.

Now I was looking at the woman who’d heard and understood all my secrets without ever sharing her own. I’d never even thought about that before. I’d been so self obsessed that it had never even occurred to me that mom could have secrets much less than that there were things I could never have heard and understood.

Seeing her like this wasn’t just shocking, it was more than I could process. Hearing her telling Rich that he could come over if Mr. Johnson said it was okay was just too much. I spun around and took off for the front door, brushing past Mr. Johnson and not even registering I’d done it.

At the door, I wrenched at the handle but the door didn’t open. I collapsed to the floor and began sobbing. Mr. Johnson had locked us in.

I don’t know how long I stayed there like that but it couldn’t have been long. Maybe a couple of minutes? The next thing I heard was Mr. Johnson quietly telling me to stand up, although his words included the word slut.

I looked up between the curtain of hair over my eyes and Mr. Johnson was right there. Behind him, Rich was standing next to mom who was kneeling on the floor but holding his hand like it was the most common thing ever - in a way, it was normal. Rich often held mom’s hand, just not while naked and kneeling next to him.

Mr. Johnson repeated his command, adding that I was no longer five years old. That really got to me. I sniffed and dragged myself to my feet, leaning against the door.

“You locked it,” I accused him quietly, hearing myself sounding scared.

“My house, my rules. Visitors ask to leave if I’m not evicting them. You can ask to leave and I’ll consider it. I never invited you in, in the first place,” he reminded me. “Anyway, you asked if you could come over with Rich. Did you mean it?”


https://storiesonline.net/s/29560/cunt-next-door

If you get bored waiting for me to post a chapter, here is the entire thing.

I've read it before, I really liked it!

I kinda wanted to see how Erin got her head shaved and stuff, and while it was mentioned, it was only in passing. I thought that final submission would be hot to read, but it got glossed over. That was my only real issue with it.

Id be open to someone writing fan fiction and appending to it!!

Chapter Two

“I just want to visit with my mom. I ... I miss her,” I admitted, wiping my nose on my coat sleeve and feeling a little more emboldened when Mr. Johnson didn’t bite my head off for saying so. “I don’t want to see her in the nude or doing nasty things with you, though. I didn’t know you were a sick freak!”

I couldn’t help myself. Just imagining the way he must look at her staring back at him through cage bars was starting to make me angry again.

Anyone who keeps a human being in a cage, especially MY mom, IS a sick freak. Dad should have punched his lights out but he hadn’t and I didn’t want to understand why not, even though I really did understand it. My dad is a pussy like Mr. Johnson had said. Dad just gave up on mom without a fight.

My DAD was the one who should be in the cage, not mom, I told myself. My double standard didn’t occur to me. My anger was already being redirected at my dad because I didn’t understand what was going on.

Mom must be being blackmailed or something. I’d already figured out that much. It happens on TV all the time, but usually by the mafia. Mr. Johnson didn’t even look Italian, much less like a gangster, but I knew without a doubt it was it.

I REALLY needed to spend some alone time with mom. But right now, I just wanted out of Mr. Johnson’s house. He was really creeping me out and I already felt guilty about trying to run out on mom and Rich.

Even Rich hadn’t acted like that and he’s just a kid but he’s stupid and doesn’t know what I know. He looks for the best in strangers and he’ll talk to just about anyone. He thinks people are always good.

Even now, he was just standing there holding mom’s hand, not looking the least bit scared. If he had my street smarts I bet he would have run first. I know when I’m in danger but not him.

“Answer me slut, or this’ll be the last time you see Cunt,” Mr. Johnson broke into my thoughts. “Will you follow my rules to come visit your mom or not?”

“I’m not a slut. I’m sixteen,” I replied. And why do you need to use that awful word? There’s a kid here!”

“My rules. I ask and you answer. But I can see you’re too stupid to understand that so I’ll work with you just this once.”

“You’re a pig is what you are.”

Mr. Johnson just smiled like I’d complimented him.

“I’ll take this one baby step at a time so you can keep up. You’ve got a cunt so you’re a slut. Sluts use their cunts to get their way, outside my house. But here I call it as I see it. And I’ve seen you with guys outside your house, too. Three days in a row there was a different guy each time and you kissed all of them. So you’re a slut. You just think it’s a bad thing. As for your mom, she’s just a cunt now so that’s what I named her. You’re the one making more of it than it is.”

“But MY name is Erin. It’s rude to use other names when you know a person’s name. And I’m NOT a slut. I haven’t even...” I stopped myself before I said something about still having my v-card. All of my friends had lost theirs at least a year ago. Even mom didn’t know I still had mine.

“Fine, Erin. I’ll call you by your name. See, I’m working with you. Now work with me. Do you want to be able to visit your mom or not?”

The way he said Erin made me want him to keep calling me a slut. He made my name sound more like a dirty word than when he’d called me a slut directly. It made me shiver inside.

“Yes I do. Oh COURSE I do!” I felt the rage coming to the surface again. How could he even ask such a dumb question.

“Then there will be rules. You decide if the rules are worth it. And you’ll have to get your father to sign off on them.”

Mr. Johnson turned his attention to my mom. “Cunt, bring a set of his and her rules from next to my computer. Chop chop,” he said, punctuating his words with sharp hand claps that made me shiver again.

I imagined him slapping my mom’s butt with those hands. I didn’t doubt that he had. Mom shot to her feet and scampered off as if her butt was on fire.

“Why does dad have to agree too? You said he’s not allowed over here. Anyway, he can’t stop me and Rich from coming to see our mom. He wouldn’t dare.” Still, I bit my lip, wondering when we’d be allowed to leave.

I didn’t want to leave mom here, but I was still feeling overwhelmed by everything I’d seen and heard tonight. I needed time alone to process it.

While I nervously waited for mom to come back with the papers I tried to imagine what Mr. Johnson’s rules would be. He must have been expecting me and my brother if he had them all printed out already.

Something about the way Mr. Johnson had told mom to get the papers bothered me. I decided it was that mom had jumped so fast to do his bidding. She was never like that at home. A few seconds later mom came back, knelt in front of Mr. Johnson and offered up two pages as if her hands were a platter. One page was pastel pink and the other, a light blue.

I briefly wondered why Mr. Johnson had gone to so much trouble to dream up two PAGES of rules. How many rules could there possibly be for visitation rights? The answer was in Mr. Johnson’s hand. Obviously, two pages worth!

At least I understood why Mr. Johnson wanted dad to sign. If it was a legal document, neither of us was old enough to sign it by ourselves. Even I knew that.

But then Mr. Johnson handed Rich one of the pages. My curiosity got the better of me and I shuffled closer to Rich so I could get a look while he was reading it over.

I saw that right at the top of the page, in big, bold letters, were the words, BOYS RULES. Under that were a bunch of bullet points but I couldn’t read them upside down and at an angle.

I suddenly wasn’t that interested in the blue page anymore because it had to mean the pink page had a whole bunch of probably different rules, for girls.

That figured. Mr. Johnson had already said he believed all girls were sluts. Why should he think the rules should be the same for women? I think I even rolled my eyes a bit.

But Mr. Johnson wasn’t handing me the pink page. He was watching Rich read the boys’ rules. My brother looked more confused than anything.

“Are these rules for me? I think you gave me the wrong set,” Rich said, using that look that shows how dumb he can be. “This is like a list of sex rules or something,” he said looking confused.

“Do you think you can stick to the rules without breaking them?” Mr. Johnson asked in a softer voice than he used with me.

“Ahhh, duh. I don’t think I’ll be breaking any of these,” he said with a giggle. “‘Specially not the one about jizzing in mom’s pussy,” he laughed. “That’d be nasty! She’s my mom! But do I really need to call first? Couldn’t I just knock on the door?”

“Those are my rules. If you don’t think you can observe them, we won’t have a deal, Rich,” Mr. Johnson said calmly then asked, “Will your father sign off on them?”

“I think he’ll spaz a little but he will if he has to. He won’t stop me from visiting mom. Is the other page for Erin?”

“It is, but she hasn’t asked for it. Sluts don’t get anything without asking,” Mr. Johnson explained to my brother.

Seriously? “Mr. Johnson, may I please look at the girls’ rules?” I asked as politely as I could while rolling my eyes again for Rich’s benefit.

I was still feeling ashamed of crying in front of my brother and I was trying to let him know that he’d never again see a little breakdown like that from me again. That and I wanted to get my hands on the pink paper with a minimum of fuss.

“Thought you wanted to leave?” He reminded me of what I’d said earlier.

That reminded me that he also said I’d have to ask to leave. I instantly hatched a plan to thwart his humiliating treatment of me.

“I do. I’d like to take the page of rules home to study it if I may, please, Sir. Can I have it and leave?”

I thought that was pretty clever. If he said yes, then I’d get the sheet and he’d have to unlock the deadbolt for me and Rich. I didn’t actually consider that he might NOT say yes. Luckily he did.

To show how little interest I had in the pink paper, I refused to look at it when he handed it to me. I simply folded it in half then half again, and jammed it into my pocket. The whole time I was dying to know what was on it. Then I looked at Mr. Johnson expectantly. He had the key to the deadbolt.

Mr. Johnson didn’t even order mom back into the living room. I’d figured he’d worry she would try to escape but she simply went back to holding Rich’s hand until the door was opened then she knelt there and watched us leave. It was surreal.

It was dark outside and we picked our way together down the path and across Mr. Johnson’s lawn to our own. There wasn’t much of a moon to light our way, either. When we got home, dad had already gone to bed.

Rich and I hadn’t said a word about our experience at Mr. Johnson’s house.

“Do you think mom’s happy at Mr. Johnson’s house? I’ve never seen her be all tied up naked like that and stuff before,” Rich volunteered while we were taking our coats off and hanging them on their hooks.

That’s what he got from our adventure? “She had whip marks on her, Rich! Of course she’s not happy no matter what she says. Mr. Johnson must be blackmailing her and dad knows all about it or he would have called the cops already. I think we need to play Mr. Dick’s games so we can find out what’s really going on.”

“Mr. Dick?” Rich asked.

“He’s a dick. You heard what he called mom and me. And he didn’t make you ask for anything. Just me.”

“Oh. Yeah I guess,” Rich shrugged like it was no big deal before adding, “But mom looked happy to me. She looked weird with no hair, though. She does seem to have chilled out a lot. More than she was around here, always fighting with dad and stuff.”

“She didn’t have a choice, Rich. You saw. He had her in a cage and she was naked and gagged. You think she LIKES being in the nude? Being gagged? And as for the piercings...”

“They were so cool! I wanted to touch them. They looked really neat! Did you see the one on her pussy? Do you think she’s had them the whole time she’s been there?”

“Rich! That’s your mom you’re talking about! How could you want to touch her tits?”

“I meant the rings, Erin. They looked real heavy. Anyway, she had ‘em right out there for anyone to see. She didn’t care. And the rules_”

I cut him off. The rules! I had somehow forgotten they were in my coat pocket. “Hold on. I’ll get them. And I want to see yours too. Did it really say jizz or were you making that up?”

“No, it really said milkshake. Of course it said jizz, Erin! Jeez. Mr. Johnson is doing S&M stuff with mom. But I never thought that stuff was real until tonight. Hey, I want to see yours too!” He said as I was rifling through my pockets looking for the pink paper.

It took a moment to translate what Rich had said. I’d still been thinking about mom’s piercings so at first I thought he was saying he wanted to see my tits before I realized he meant the pink paper.

I found it, pulled it out of the pocket it’d been in and held it high like a trophy before remembering it was a piece of paper from creepy Mr. Dick.

I suddenly wasn’t sure I wanted to read what was on it, much less let Rich see it. If he had really talked about jizz, there was no telling what the pink one said.

Shielding the paper from Rich, I unfolded it. Even before I unfolded it all the way I saw the bottom right corner said ‘rev 3.1’ like a school textbook. I knew ‘rev’ meant revision. If it was revision 3, it hadn’t been put together just for me. That made me even more nervous about opening it all the way.

I chewed my bottom lip and opened it all the way. The page said, ‘RULES FOR GIRLS’ at the top.

The first rule was next to a bullet like a list. It was in little printing I had to be close to read and I realized that’s why I hadn’t been able to read Rich’s rules when he’d been given them.

It said, ‘In my house, all girls are sluts and can expect to be referred to as such. If you don’t like it, fuck off and don’t come back’

That figured. Mr. J had said that enough times. I reminded myself that it was just a word. I could get over that because I’d know it wasn’t true for me even if he kept calling me one.

The second bullet point was way more scary. ‘Tantrums piss me off. Piss me off and you’ll be punished’

I was sure that tantrums weren’t the only thing that upset Mr. J, but what did he mean by ‘punished’? I’d seen mom’s body. He’d obviously whipped the shit out of her. I’d die if someone did that to me! I didn’t want to think about that one so I moved on.

‘Sluts must ask permission for everything. If in doubt, ask’. Well Mr. J had already made that clear, too. I shrugged. I guess I could do that. But the bullet point ended with a line where a phone number had been nearly printed by hand. I didn’t plan on calling the creep!

The next one was just plain confusing. ‘Do not bring your own toys. I’ll tell you what you can play with’.

Why would I want to take toys over to visit mom? The rule gave me an uneasy feeling though. I could imagine Mr. J handing me a couple Barbies and telling me to play dolls with mom. Not gonna happen! I’d outgrown toys, years ago.

The next rule was so typical of Mr. Johnson although he hadn’t said it while we were there. ‘I’m the king in my castle but you will only be expected to call me Sir or Master J’.

Who did he think he was? A teacher like at school? Ego much?

Then a really creepy one. ‘Sluts don’t close or cross their legs. Knees apart at all times unless bound’. Eeew! I’d definitely always wear jeans when visiting mom!

The next one was just as demeaning. ‘Sluts kneel, sit or crawl. Standing is only for when a slut is ordered to do something quickly’. I thought of how mom had knelt, even when she was holding Rich’s hand. I rolled my eyes at the page.

Leave it to Mr. J to make the last one a deal breaker. ‘Sluts don’t wear clothes in my house. All clothing to be neatly folded on the chair next to the front door upon entering’. Mr. J thought he was going to see me naked! Mom hadn’t even seen me naked since puberty started! I crushed up the page and threw it across the room!

“I don’t get to visit with mom! I screamed to the room. Of course, only Rich was in the room to hear my anguish.

“Why not, sis? Mr. Johnson said we just have to get the rules signed by dad. I know I’m gonna!” Rich was already picking up the page I’d thrown and was smoothing it out.

“Look at the last one,” I muttered, pinkening slightly at the very thought of what it said.

“So what? Mom was naked. What’s the big deal?” Rich asked. “You grew a dick and didn’t want anyone to know?” Rich smiled at the imagery he’d created.

“Dick face will be there!” I screamed. “I’m not letting him see my tits!”

“They’re too little?” Rich scoffed, not understanding the problem at all.

“No! They’d be out there for anyone to see. I’m not getting naked and crawling around some jerk’s house to visit with mom once a week. Especially in front of my little brother. Do your rules say you’d have to be naked too?”

“Not really, but I can be. There’s no rule that says I can’t and it’s not like it’s a big deal. Everyone’s got skin. Girls just have different privates than guys but all guys have the same privates, just like all girls.”

“You just want to see me naked,” I accused my brother although he’d never shown any interest in me before. Even when we went on vacation to the beach and I’d worn a bikini he didn’t seem the least interested in me.

“I suppose I would, if you were a girl but you’re not. You’re Erin.”

What was that supposed to mean? Of course I was a girl - a woman. There’d been at least one guy who wanted to see me in the nude when we’d been on vacation. I’d nearly let him, too.

I wondered if Rich was gay. That made sense so I decided he must be. I mean after all, he’d seen mom completely nude, bald even. And he hadn’t freaked out even a little bit. That idea made me smile. What he probably wanted was to see Mr. Johnson naked. Ewww.

“So how about if you had to strip down to skin in front of me? How would you feel about that?” I posed the question with a smile, still processing the fact that he was clearly a gay, stupid little brother.

“You wanna see ME naked? You’re my sister!”

“See?” I said, knowing he understood now that it’d be wrong for me to have to be naked around him. “That’s why I can’t ask dad to sign the paper. You’ll have to go alone and then get mom into his back yard so I can spend some time with her through the fence between our places.”

“Mr. Johnson locks his doors. He’s not going to let me take mom into his backyard, Erin.”

“Mr. J is a misogynistic pig. Different rules for girls and boys. Do your rules say you can’t take her outside? Let me see them anyway,” I demanded. He had seen the rules the neighbor had given me.

Rich reached into his pocket and pulled out his blue page. It was a little crumpled but not as badly trashed as mine.

I looked past the heading to the first bullet point. It said, ‘This is my house and you will adhere to my rules’.

“Duh,” I said out loud. He’d already called the page ‘Rules for Boys’.

The next line was, ‘Guys have authority over any slut in the room’.

Yeah, that sounded like a real dick thing to write. Mr. J should go back to the dark ages when cavemen carried clubs.

‘You are required to show a slut who is boss so feel free to slap, paddle, whip, punch, pinch and twist her to get her attention as necessary’.

“He wants you to slap mom? Doesn’t that right there tell you how wrong his rules are?” I demanded.

“It just says I can, not that I have to, sis,” Rich sounded like he was defending the jerk’s rules but I didn’t bother to argue about it.

‘If a slut fails you, correction must be swift and meaningful. No second chances without punishment first’.

My hackles rose, but I didn’t say anything. I just wanted to read the rest of these stupid rules first.

‘Mind the furniture when you shoot a load and ensure the slut cleans it up’

‘Don’t bite hard enough to draw blood’.

‘No penetration with sharp objects’

‘Personal toys must be approved by me’

‘Make use of all three holes but do not jizz in the cunt. Utilize the face or ass holes only’.

‘Jizzing on a slut’s face or body is a special reward. Don’t waste the reward’.

I wanted to complain about that rule. How could blasting nasty, sticky cum onto her skin be a reward for a girl? But complaining to Rich - who had certainly never even had sex before and was gay anyway - would be a pointless exercise in futility so I carried on reading instead.

‘Do not suspend a slut by any body part for more than 5 minutes without my approval and no suspension from the neck up at all, without me present to supervise’.

‘Call first, to make an appointment. No impromptu visits’, then a line with a neatly printed phone number just like the pink sheet had.

That was it. No special requirements, no restrictions on how boys had to act while in Mr. J’s house or anything. Rich could run around Mr. J’s living room screaming and waving his hands if he wanted. He could explore Mr. J’s house as much as he liked and could raid Mr. J’s refrigerator any time he visited.

There were no real restrictions on how he was allowed to act at all, unlike the girls’ rules. It was all just so unfair. But it also meant Rich didn’t even need permission to have mom join him in the backyard if he wanted so I didn’t need to agree to Mr. J’s stupid rules anyway.

“Can you agree to these rules, Rich?” I asked. He’d already said he could, but I wanted to hear him say it again. “Especially the rule about jizzing on mom’s face?”

“The rules don’t say I have to do any of that stuff ... except punish mom when she doesn’t do what I tell her.” Rich sounded like Mr. J at that moment, and it gave me the creeps.

“Would you?” I asked, not believing he would lay a hand in mom that way.

“I dunno. I doubt I’d ever need to find out. It’s MOM, Erin,” he said as if he were reminding me.

“Good. So we’ve got a plan. You get dad to sign your paper then make an appointment. Get mom into the backyard and I’ll spend time alone with her.”

“What am I supposed to do while you’re alone with mom?” He asked as if I should care what he was doing while I was getting answers.

“I don’t know. Just as long as you give us our privacy. You can go jerk it for all I care. Right?”

I didn’t give Rich a chance to argue. I went straight on. “Okay, that’s settled. Give dad your paper at breakfast and make him sign it. Then call the number and get an appointment for after school. It sounds so stupid to have to make an appointment to see our own mom!”

Rich was looking at me funny but eventually nodded his head. He knew what he needed to do.

We went to bed a few minutes later. It was already nearly eleven o’clock on a school night. I felt a little bad about keeping Rich up so late but it was worth it.

When dad woke me the next morning it felt like I’d only been asleep a few minutes. I’d finally fallen asleep after laying in bed for what seemed like forever, only to have nightmares of being in mom’s position next door and being constantly horny.

In my nightmare I’d wanted to masturbate all the time but had not been allowed to. At one point I’d jerked awake only to find my fingers soaked with my juices and feeling like I’d just orgasmed. I wiped my fingers on my sheet and went back to sleep only to be tortured by a similar dream all over again, but this time with Rich playing the part of Mr. J.

I felt so humiliated and angry at Rich that when we got to breakfast, I gave him the evil eye when we sat down at the table. He just gave me his innocent, ‘what?’ face but didn’t say anything.

“I need you to sign my paper, dad,” he said without preamble.

“Field trip?” Dad asked as he set my plate down in front of me.

“Nah. This is to see mom. We have to get your permission.”

“Oh.”

That was all he said for a minute before finally responding, “That’s not a good idea, Rich. Your mom is ... not how she was when she was here last.”

“I know. We saw her last night but if I want to visit her regularly, I have to get this paper signed. So just put your moniker here,” he said, laying the paper flat on the table and holding up a pen for dad to use as if he wasn’t planning a discussion on it.

Dad hesitantly took the proffered pen. I just looked on, impressed with Rich. He didn’t look the slightest guilty about what was printed on the page.

“Is this for both of you?” He asked, staring at the page but probably not really looking at anything. I mean the page said in big bold letters, ‘RULES FOR BOYS’ that was hardly mistakeable.

“Nah, this is just for me. Erin got her own rules but was too chicken to get you to sign hers.”

“I am not chicken! It was just stupid,” I countered.

Rich tapped the page with his finger and dad mindlessly scrawled his signature without paying attention to the page at all. He was busy studying me.

“I thought you missed your mom even more than Rich? I also thought you’re always saying that permission slips are stupid even though you’re always having me sign them? So why not now? If it’s okay for Rich...”

“I’ll tell you why, dad. No, better, I’ll show you! Rich, where’s my paper?”

“I dunno. Wherever you left it, I guess.”

“Well, find it then! Dad needs to see the crap Mr. J. wants ME to agree to. But I’ve got to get ready for school so you need to find it when you’ve finished eating.”

With that, I started to eat, signifying that I had spoken and wouldn’t brook any arguments.

I had dressed, done my hair and had added a touch of makeup when I returned to the kitchen to get my lunch - dad still made our lunches rather than making us eat cafeteria food. On the table was my crumpled but flattened pink sheet. Dad had signed it before he’d left for work! I couldn’t believe it!

Rich came in behind me and saw what I was looking at. “I know, right? He didn’t even read it. He just signed like he did with mine. I guess he trusts us to make the right choices,” he shrugged.

“But I told him I didn’t WANT him to sign mine! Doesn’t he even listen anymore?”

“Hey, I just put it in front of him, handed him a pen, and told him he may as well sign it, just in case.”

“Riiiich! I told YOU I wouldn’t do these things, too!”

Rich shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, right? Just leave it there, then. Dad’ll see it when he gets home and maybe he’ll read it and feel stupid for signing? That way you can make your point properly.”

All day at school I was cranky. My friends asked me what was wrong with me. Of course I couldn’t tell them I’d slept badly because I kept having sick, sexy dreams of being naked in front of my brother and neighbor or that my mom had been, and stil was, living right next door as a naked, bald sex slave called Cunt.

Or that I was angry that my weakling dad had agreed it was okay for me to parade around the neighbor’s house in my birthday suit. I was so angry at dad that I’d even briefly considered going through with the idea just to pay dad back.

I was so distracted that I missed the first bus and that certainly didn’t help my mood. When I finally got home dad was already there, already had a drink and was doing some housework.

The pink page was not where I’d left it. I thought dad had done the right thing, read the rules and ripped the page up in a fit of anger. To be sure, I checked the trash. No pink paper.

Then a thought occurred to me.

“Where’s Rich?”

“He’s next door. He said you’d be joining him after you confirmed with Mr. Johnson. He left the number next to the phone.”

“What?!” I shouted in disbelief, but I was already headed to our hallway where the phone stand was. In the three seconds it took to get to the phone, I’d decided that Rich meant for me to call him at Mr. Johnson’s house so he’d know to somehow talk mom into going out to Mr. J’s backyard.

There was no pink page but there was a number written on the phone pad. I quickly dialed it. It rang a long time before it was answered.

“Is this the pussy or the slut?”

Those were the first words that came over the phone spoken by none other than Mr. Johnson himself. He clearly had caller ID. He just didn’t know if it was me or my dad who was calling.

“I need to speak to Rich, please, Mr. Johnson,” I said with gritted teeth, reminding myself that words were just words but I was winning by being polite.

“Not a great start, slut. I asked who I was speaking with. Sluts always answer questions first, before making requests. But I’ll let it slide because you’re not too bright, and you at least tried. I am surprised that Mr. Pussy signed your paper, though. I have to give him credit. At least he’s predictable.”

“Hold on! YOU have the signed page? The PINK page?” I asked, confused as to how that was possible.

“Come over right now,” Mr. Johnson said calmly while not answering my question. Then the line was disconnected. I looked at the phone for ages before hanging it up, as though it’d give me answers. All I got was the beeping signal reminding me to hang up the phone.

I didn’t want to go over there. No, scratch that. I REALLY didn’t want to, but mom was there, I had a million questions for her and something had gone wrong with my plan to meet Rich out back. Now Mr. J somehow had the freaking signed rules!

I considered ignoring Mr. J’s instruction. But if I did that, I might never get to see mom. It just wasn’t fair. Mr. J had to think both me and dad were okay agreeing to his rules even though my stupid dad hadn’t even looked at the paper and I had no desire to shed my clothes at Mr. Johnson’s door.

If I wanted to eventually spend time with mom, I’d have to go over there now, just to talk to Rich and find out why he thought giving Mr. J my signed page along with his, was a good idea. After spending almost all day angry and confused, this was NOT a great way to start my evening.

I was so distracted that I left my house and hurried over to Mr. Johnson’s front door, without putting my coat back on. I planned on speaking to Rich, not Mr. J, so I didn’t go back and get my coat. Anyway, I reasoned, it’d only take a minute or two, to get answers.

I knocked on the door, and was I ever surprised when my mom opened it! And she was still naked, too! I’d just automatically assumed she was a prisoner of sorts who Mr. J would never trust with keys to her ‘cell’ - the whole house was a jail to my way of thinking, not just the cage we’d first seen her in.

“Where’s your coat? Come inside,” mom said in that voice she uses when she’s not suggesting, she’s telling.

I went inside, and mom closed and locked the door, holding Mr. Johnson’s keys and waiting expectantly.

I bet she was expectanting the third degree and I was ready to give it to her. “Why did you abandon us, mom? And all this time you were right next door!”

“Rules, Erin. Fold your clothes neatly. There’s the chair.”

“Uh, sorry,” I said without thinking, while pulling my T-shirt out of the waistband of my jeans, then first one arm then the other through the arm holes the way I always do. My shirt was up and over my head before it really clicked that I was getting undressed. In my neighbor’s house.

I think it was because mom was already naked and it was just the two of us but it was also because mom had simply told me to strip in a way that invited no arguments the way mom always did. It was kind of reassuring.

“I can’t believe you are making me do this, Mom!” I whisper-chided my mother as I decided what to remove next.

“I’m not making you do anything. You asked your dad to sign the permission slip, then called my Master.”

“Didn’t! Rich left me the number to call. How was I to know he was already here?”

“Well you came over, didn’t you? And you’ve read the rules your dad signed. Rich said so, so you can’t really blame someone else for that. Anyway, that’s a pretty bra, Erin. I don’t remember getting it for you. Did your dad get it?” Mom asked, sounding a little surprised at the idea of dad buying me underwear.

The clasp of this bra is in the front and it was funny because I automatically reached behind my back first, as she was asking the question.

“You haven’t been around for three months to take me shopping, mom and there’s no way dad would. I ... borrowed it ... from a friend,” I said, not mentioning the friend was Victoria with her own secrets.

“Those piercings are new aren’t they? Did Mr. J get them for you?” I couldn’t help but ask sarcastically to hide my nervousness - I’d asked the question in an attempt to take the focus off me as I sprung the catch on the front of my bra causing the cups to drop away from each other, leaving a huge cleavage between my oversized breasts.

I’d always been uncomfortable having such huge breasts. They were heavy, always in the way and the focus of almost every guys’ eyes. Girls hated them too, thinking there was some sort of competition. I would happily have traded for smaller boobs with nipples that weren’t almost exactly the same color as the rest of the surrounding tissue.

“Yes he did. Do you really like them? I was ... nervous ... when I got them. I thought ... well nevermind. Do you want help with your jeans?”

I dropped my bra on top of my T-shirt. “Moooom. I’ve been dressing myself for years, remember? Anyway, those rings are huge! They’re like silver dollars stuck through your nipples,” I said, fumbling more than ever with my jeans button. My hands had begun to shake even though it was just me and mom. I had no idea why I was getting more and more nervous.

“Here, let me help you,” mom said, dropping to her knees in front of me which felt just wrong in the first place.

But then she reached for the button herself and I automatically tried to swat her hands away. Part of me acknowledged that mom had been standing for quite a long time and that was probably against Mr. Johnson’s rules too. Now she was trying to help me undress as if I was just a kid.

I realized mom was trying to distract me from the knowledge I was stripping in Mr. Johnson’s entryway and it was working, right up until Mr. Johnson spoke.

“What’s taking so long and where are my keys, Cunt?”

There was no pause between trying to swat mom’s hands away and trying to reach for my bra, only managing to knock both bra and shirt off the chair.

“Hey! I screamed simultaneously, like it was Mr. Johnson’s fault for peeping on me undressing.

I felt around the chair seat with one hand, covering my boobs with the other, trying to stop mom from unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans with a third hand I didn’t have - all while trying to glare at Mr. J and guilt him into looking away.

It didn’t work. None of it. I didn’t find my bra or shirt, mom got my jeans and panties off my hips, past my bubble butt, over my knees and to my ankles while Mr. J didn’t look away for a moment. In fact he smirked. Then to top it all off, Rich’s face appeared at the doorway to the living room. I stopped trying to fight mom so I could cover my bush.

I did try to do something stupid, though. My hands and arms were busy, so I tried to kick mom. I nearly fell on my butt and all I accomplished was letting my jeans get pulled all the way off one foot.

“Hey, sis, it took you long enough to get here. Where were you after school? Did you get detention or something?”

All this made me mad. Really mad. I kicked my other foot as though helping mom fully remove my jeans and panties, but my goal had been to kick her in the face. I decided right there and then that this was as much her fault as dad’s even if it was mostly dad’s fault.

Mom easily dodged the kick but took my jeans and panties away, tugging my panties apart from my jeans as if it was something she did while kneeling, all the time.

As soon as she had my jeans and panties separated, she spun on her knees and presented Mr. J with his keys.

“Sorry, Master. This slut is a little nervous and needed some help stripping,” she said to Mr. J as if it was just as much my fault as it was hers.

“Hey!” I said to mom. It was just wrong for her to call me a slut. I’m her daughter! And I didn’t intend to get naked when I came over here. But here we were. Me standing, trying to cover myself while Mr. J looked on practically drooling and Rich coming towards me as if my state of undress was just a totally normal thing.

“Present,” Mr. Johnson snapped.

Mom immediately straightened her back, dropped her chin, spread her legs further apart, and placed her hand’s palms up on her thighs.

It was kind of impressive how quickly she made the adjustments and although I was kind of off to the side of her, I could appreciate what she looked like to Mr. J and even Rich. Mom didn’t look anything like as scared as she’d been yesterday when she saw Rich and me for the first time.

I’d been playing that over and over in my mind since I’d first seen her and what I’d initially thought of as fear of Mr. Johnson yesterday, now seemed to have been more likely embarrassment that we’d witnessed her naked and in a cage.

Now, in her current position, she once again looked confident, sultry and sexy. It was as though some internal switch had been flipped and she had changed from the woman fearful that she was going to be punished for returning Mr. Johnson’s keys too slowly, to an attractive ... well ... to be honest, she looked like a slave who knew her charms were appreciated.

Just like she’d transformed yesterday, after hiding her eyes from us as if it would stop us seeing her. It was actually really interesting to see in person, and although I’d never admit it to anyone, kind of erotic.

I imagined myself in her place and I felt a shiver run through my privates despite having less than zero interest in Mr. Johnson or Rich seeing me like that. Unfortunately, my nipples weren’t so subtle. They immediately hardened.

“You too, slut. You’ve got exactly 10 seconds to copy Cunt or you’ll earn yourself a punishment. I was just explaining to Rich that sluts can’t be expected to learn anything without supervision plus thoughtful and careful training.”

Instead of simply caving, I held my ground. “I didn’t come here to strip naked and play your dirty games! I just came here to get Rich then mom answered the door. If you’d answered your own damn door you would have known that by now,” I tried to sound self assured and confident. I failed miserably.

“Five, four, three...” Instead of replying, Mr. J started counting down.

I had no idea what my punishment would be and I didn’t want to find out! I dropped to the floor, probably bruising my knees in the process and I was in an approximation of mom’s pose before he got to ‘one’. I breathed a mental sigh of relief although I was still far from pleased. I mean who’d let a total stranger look up into their open cooter? And I knew that mine was. I’d felt the dew between my legs lose its fight to hold my lips closed.

The worst part wasn’t even that. I berated myself for repeating to myself over and over in my head that I should have trimmed down there. It was kind of like being in a car wreck, wondering if you had clean panties on and knowing it was too late to worry about that now.

“Damn, Erin. Don’t you know how to use a razor?” That was said by, of all people, Rich. My little brother was critiquing my privates!

“Yeah, that’ll have to change. I won’t have sluts in my house shedding all over the floor,” Mr. J said to Rich, making them both laugh.

I couldn’t think of anything more humiliating than being talked about as if I wasn’t even there. I’d punched someone once for doing that. This time though, I was too scared to punch anyone. Especially as I was busy trying to mentally will-dry my pussy. I felt like I was lubing more and more each second I was in that humiliating pose.

“You don’t need to be bald next time you visit, slut, but that tree between your legs had better be pruned to bush-sized before you come through my door next time.”

I said nothing while furiously biting my tongue. No, that’s not really true. My inner voice was screaming at me to cut that old, fat motherfucker down to size but my other inner voice was too busy cringing in fear of him and warning me that if I refused or got busy and forgot, he’d probably grab up scissors and start hacking away at it himself before moving onto the hair on my head like he had with mom.

“It’s polite to acknowledge a man when he talks to you, slut. Otherwise, I might think you’ve gone deaf on me and get a hankering to test that hearing,” he said in a slow, slightly raised voice as if talking to a half deaf moron.

“Okay, sure,” I agreed quietly. I had been meaning to trim anyway. I just had additional incentive now.

“Sir ... Don’t you call your male teachers, sir, at school? Jeez where have manners gone in this day and age?”

“Sir,” I agreed. At least I didn’t roll my eyes. I’d already proven to myself that I could be naked. Saying sir and acknowledging questions when they were asked didn’t seem so bad in comparison.

“So now let’s talk about MY rules. Your dad signed off for you on my standard house rules. I’ve had those for years and they work so they haven’t changed much. Hell, Cunt had to agree to them the first time she came over here. But my rules are more specific. If you want any sort of private time with Cunt, we have to make a deal that works for both of us.”

I thought Mr. J had been talking to both me and Rich but Rich piped up, “Like I said before, I really don’t think Erin has a lot of bargaining power, Jim.”

My head snapped up to meet Rich’s eyes and my mouth dropped open a little in shock. My fourteen year old little brother had just called our neighbor by his first name and was acting like they were best buds!

Instead of getting angry at me, Mr. Johnson chuckled at my reaction to my brother’s words. “Different rules for men, slut. Get used to it. Rich took to his rules like a duck to water. But you? That remains to be seen. I’m a little surprised you were brave enough to strip, to be honest. I took you for a weakling like your old man.”

“I am NOT a weakling, Sir,” I said, making sure I remembered to call him what he’d told me to call him.

“Maybe you’ll surprise me the way Cunt did.” He turned his attention to my mom then, saying, “Remember your first time getting your gear off, Cunt? It was almost exactly a week after the first time you’d first knocked on my door. You called me every name you could think of and told me what I could do with my own cock once you got your first look at the pink rules. I was cleaning up pink confetti for days,” he laughed.

Mom just smiled sweetly as if embarrassed by the story. I didn’t know what to think. My Johnson had lived next door as long as I could remember. Surely she’d knocked on his door for the first time, before just three months ago?

“Car trouble, my ass!”He laughed louder. “You should have taken the toothpick out of the tire valve before you came over!” He roared with laughter at the memory.

Something about laughter is infectious. Despite not really understanding what he was talking about, I found myself starting to smile. Smiling made me feel better too. Like it wasn’t SO bad that I was naked and Rich and Mr. J weren’t.

That I was kneeling on the floor and my brother was standing, and not even so bad that Rich isn’t all that much taller than I am, while kneeling. It wasn’t SO bad, because he was grinning even more than me.

Mr. J’s laughter subsided to mere chuckles then he seemed to get a hold of himself once more.

“Now where were we? Ah yes. You can come to my house after you’ve called to make an appointment. At that time, you can spend time with Cunt like you’re doing now. But I suspect you want more than that. Am I right?”

“I dunno. I have questions for mom. Can I ask them while I’m here, just visiting, Sir?”

“You want to be able to have girl-talk and share secrets. Those are things denied visitors to my house who just want to ‘spend time’ with Cunt.”

“Well I definitely want more than to just come over to see my mom crawling around in the buff! So what do you want in exchange? Some sort of sex favors? Not gonna happen, Sir.”

I made that clear right then and there. I didn’t feel the need to tell him about my lack of real experience. That was none of his business. Just like it was not the business of any of the guys I’d kissed, who thought they were going to make it to second base on a first date.

I’d just had a run of bad luck with guys from school. Guys who made stuff up rather than admitting they’d struck out. Guys that didn’t mind giving girls a reputation rather than admit they weren’t the world’s biggest gigolo.

Yet here I was, showing both Mr. J and my own little brother more than all those guys combined. Mr. J hadn’t said anything in response to my declaration.

“What sort of things can I use to bargain with other than my privates, Sir?” I finally asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” he smiled and there was something in that smile that made me shudder.

But a kind of good shudder that I can’t really describe. Like I was the bunny rabbit and he was the wolf, but a wolf with good intentions? Something like that but not really. I’m nobody’s bunny rabbit.

“You train for an hour with me and I’ll give you half an hour with Cunt. That’s more generous than I’ve ever been before. I must be getting old.”

“Two things, Sir. First, what do you consider to be ‘training’ and second, it’s not long enough. The time with mom, I mean,” I clarified. I was very apprehensive when he said training. My mind immediately visualized training for the olympics through excercise and competition and I had no interest in that. My being here naked was simply the price of admission to see my mom and I was willing to pay that much.

“So without knowing what the cost is, you already know the reward isn’t enough. You think your time training is more valuable than my time without the use of my slut. Typical slut statement,” he shook his head as if saddened by my response.

Your invitation into my home is at my discretion. I don’t need you here. It is an interruption and a bother for me. You are the one that wants to be here and you are acting like you are doing me a favor. Well you aren’t. I have better things to do than babysit a brat,” Mr. Johnson said dismissively. “I allowed you to see your mother. I told you my terms to spend time with her and you think you can negotiate?”

“Hey, I wasn’t insulting you but I’m not doing anything if it’s not worth my time. I didn’t come over here just to see my mom and not talk to her. You’re saying I have to come here and spend an hour doing God knows what, so I can really spend time with mom ... Sir,” I added almost as an afterthought this time.

“Training can be fun. Your mom loves to train, don’t you, Cunt?” Mr. Johnson asked mom.

“Oh, yes, Master!” Mom sounded so enthusiastic about the mention of the word training, that it made me want to know more.

“It’s sex stuff, though, isn’t it?” I asked.

“Huh? I didn’t quite hear you, slut. I think you were asking a question but ... anyway, Rich. Is there anything you want to take Cunt somewhere quiet to discuss? First room on the left whenever you’re ready,” Mr. Johnson said as though we’d finished our discussion.

Rich seemed to be in a hurry to take mom out of my blast zone. He knows I hate it when people ignore me. “Yeah, thanks Jim. I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. C’mon, Cunt. Let’s go,” he said.

I wasn’t about to explode. I was too nervous. But something Rich had said made me think. Maybe Mr. Johnson was getting rid of Rich so we could talk privately - like Rich was getting to do with mom, but for free.

In a way I was glad Rich was leaving with mom. I was more comfortable talking to Mr. Johnson alone anyway, in case I made a fool of myself. I knew this would be where that happened, if it was going to.

I wasn’t born yesterday - I knew I could take for granted that “training” would include some of the things that my mother did. I had already decided that I’d probably have to do some variation of some of those things when I read the rules, but I wasn’t going to let Mr. J think he could get away with making me a mini-mom.

That’s why it was easier to discuss them when my mom and Rich were not listening. It was embarrassing to talk about what he might expect me to do for an hour just to talk to my mom.

I glanced at mom. Her face had colored a bit but she didn’t complain when Mr. Johnson asked my brother to take her with him. Instead she crawled after Rich, leaving me alone and naked with Pervy Mr. J.

I was still scared, but something told me he wouldn’t attack me even though it’d be easy for him to. It’s almost like I was beginning to understand his weird ideas about morality or something.

“Want to try asking your question again but properly this time?” Mr. Johnson suggested.

“What is the training like? I mean what does training entail exactly, Sir?” I tried again.

“Ah, a light at the end of the tunnel. Let’s hope it’s not a train, shall we?” He chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile a little. “You need to forget everything you have ever read or heard. Have you ever read a book like 50 Shades of Gray or Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty?”

“Ummm, I saw Sleeping Beauty when I was little but only the animated one, not one starring anyone called Anne. As for 50 Shades, some friends saw the movie and all they could talk about was how romantic it was. I’m not a romance fan so I didn’t bother,” I admitted.

Mr. Johnson looked at the ceiling and shook his head. “I suppose that’s good, because those stories are fantasy garbage. I live in the real world and that is where you will train. There are no wealthy billionaires or princes on yachts with elaborate dinner parties and fancy mansions here, like in those stories. When I say train, I mean you will educate yourself on the expectations that I have already provided you in the rules.”

He paused to tell me to shut up even though I hadn’t even said anything yet. I was just getting ready to.

“I see that your lips are about to move before I finish speaking. I would strongly advise you against that. I am about to answer your question, if you will simply stop flapping your lips and listen.”

I clamped my mouth shut and waited.

“Training for sluts is not complicated or hard. It is about repetition and practice. I won’t give you anything at first that your simple mind or uncoordinated body cannot handle. You will simply repeat the same activities until they become natural to you. In one hour, you will be no less opinionated, or bratty. You will simply have demonstrated that you are willing to actually put actions into words instead of just reading rules and saying you will do something. It might actually help you to understand your mom better.”

Putting aside that Mr. Johnson was misogynistic and opinionated himself, once I’d processed everything he’d said, I realized he did have a point. If I wanted to understand what my mom was doing here - I could at least see what it was all about, first hand.

I agreed to his ‘training’ on the condition that I could speak to my mother, but I thought better of trying to modify the deal. If what he wanted me to do was too extreme, then I’d just run screaming like a coward. It had taken a lot of courage to take off my clothes in front of my neighbor and my brother but I’d done it. I thought that since I was already here and naked - I had nothing to lose by at least giving it a try.

“There are five basic positions a slut should know well and be able to slide into without pause or awareness. You look awkward now and yet it’s the easiest pose to maintain for extended periods of time. We’d start your training on those positions and go from there.

“That’s it? No cock sucking or butt plugs?” I was honestly surprised and the question had slipped out unexpectedly.

I knew two girls at school who only ever did anal sex but I’d never been interested in Hershey highway games myself. That didn’t stop me from imagining that such things appealed to a pervert like Mr. J.

“You’re what, fifteen?” Mr. J seemed offended that I’d ask such a thing. “I allowed you here after a lot of internal debate, slut. It certainly wasn’t to get me some underage pussy. You remind me of Cunt, you know. And she turned out to be quite the surprise herself.”

“I’m sixteen and a half, Sir. But I’m not having sex with you or anyone else. I’m not ready,” I found myself admitting.

Something about Mr. J made me want to constantly justify myself. I would NEVER have admitted to ANY adult that I was a virgin and here I was spilling my secrets like I had verbal diarrhea. What was wrong with me?

“Nope, just the positions for now. But some of the training might expose you to sex. I won’t deny that. I just won’t DO anything sexual with someone against their will. I’m not an animal, slut.”

Said the guy calling me slut who keeps my mom in a cage and who has me kneeling naked with my knees spread? Hah! It was such a silly notion that I giggled.

And just like that, Mr. J wasn’t so bad. Yes, scary, but not terrifying. At least he didn’t apologize for being a misogynistic pig like my own dad would, even though he’s as far from that on any scale developed by man.

I learned Mr. J’s stupid positions. Or rather I performed his positions. It was more than an hour and I had aching muscles where I didn’t even know I had muscles to ache by the time Mr. J called a halt. Rich had been back with mom for some time and thinking that he’d seen me making a fool of myself was worse than ... well worse than being naked in the first place.

I’m not a fat woman but I’m not skinny either. I have a belly and thighs. Not a great big belly that droops over my jeans or hides my privates when I’m standing, but one that isn’t washboard flat like those athletic models who think a single cheerio is a filling breakfast. My thighs don’t have a six inch wide gap while I’m standing and they actually touch if I’m standing with my legs together, not that I had to worry too much about that while training.

What I’m saying is that Mr. J wanted me to transition smoothly from one position to the next and that just wasn’t happening. Shit jiggles, okay? I probably looked as awkward as I felt and that’s why I didn’t notice mom and Rich return. I somehow zoned out.

“Cunt should demonstrate, don’t you think, Jim?” Rich said, as if to announce his presence. I’d truly had no idea he was there, and he made me jump when he spoke. I still thought it was weird, a fourteen year old calling someone old enough to be his dad, by his first name.

“Good idea, Rich. Cunt, demo mode,” he ordered gruffly.

Mom started from the kneeling opinion she was in, one I’d learned was actually really called Present, which means like in school to say you’re here, or like a Christmas present but not like pres-ent either, where you make it two words and are showing something.

The only difference between present and pres-ent was the tilt of the chin and the hand placement. Chin down meant acting like a slave while the other one was taking in everything that’s going on around you and hands ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. There may have been other differences but I missed them.

So then she did the spoon which is called that because of something to do with a girl looking like one when she’s doing it right. I thought it should have been called a ladle because it’s all about squishing your boobs into the ground and sticking your butt up in the air.

There were three others but I won’t describe them in detail. One called ready, had us tucking our feet behind our own ears. THAT one was really embarrassing and I was really bad at it. My boobs got in the way. Mom’s didn’t, but hers are the same size as mine.

Peacock was fun. It allowed me to pretend I’m a supermodel strutting down the catwalk and suddenly striking a pose. But after seeing mom do it, I knew mine needed a lot of work.

The last was some French word like tablique that I can’t pronounce. But I definitely knew it when I heard it now. It’s kind of like turning your back into a table. Mr. J said it was mostly used to make a slut feel useful or when she was getting punished.

I couldn’t imagine being able to stay like that while being whipped or caned or paddled but Mr. J says that it’s part of the punishment to stay still and it wouldn’t count if a slut moved before she was allowed to. I meant more like the difficulty being about accepting a punishment like that at all, than staying still for it. I didn’t say anything though.

“Why don’t you go spend some time with your mom, slut? But remember the house rules,” Mr. Johnson reminded me.

I didn’t actually remember the rules. I’d only read them one time.

“Sir? May I have another copy of the rules? I read them when I got them but...” I left the last part hanging so I didn’t have to admit I didn’t remember them.

Mr. J didn’t look surprised or anything. “I know, you didn’t bother to learn them because that would have been work. I know how sluts are. So sure. If I’m going to hold you to them, you need to remember them. Get a copy from the desk on your way past. Next time as part of your training I’ll quiz you on them,” he said, dismissing me.

I’d been in the Pre-sent position watching mom’s display so I climbed to my feet as smoothly as I could. It still felt awkward and my boobs bounced. Mom’s boobs didn’t do that but then I reasoned the rings added weight and they were already saggier than mine.

It looked like Rich was about to say something but Mr. J gave him a look and shook his head. Whatever Rich was going to say, he didn’t. I shrugged and led mom over to the desk.

I noticed two piles of colored copy paper when I walked up to the computer desk. There were a lot more copies of the pink pages than the blue ones but I took a pink one and moved over to the sofa.

“The room Rich and Cunt used,” Mr. J said in his menacing voice. I’d learned that’s what he considered his ‘nice’ voice.

I clutched the page and altered course with mom following on her knees, crawling at my heels. That still felt wrong. The moment the door closed behind us I turned to mom.

“That guy is nuts!” I exclaimed in a hushed voice. So many rules and he chews my head off when it even looks like I might break one. I don’t know how you do it, mom.”

“Master is very good at his job, slut. And maybe_”

I cut her off. “It’s just us now, mom. You don’t need to call him Master and I can be Erin again, okay?”

I wanted her to feel grateful or relieved or something. I didn’t expect quiet anger.

“Don’t you DARE criticize Master! I knew you should never have come here, Erin,” she said, shaking her head slowly.

“I’m here to get answers, mom!” I spat back quietly. “You think I actually LIKE being naked?”

It was a question that affected me more than mom. I’d actually gotten used to it pretty quickly and it surprised me to realize it when I said I didn’t like it. I knew I wasn’t supposed to like it but it wasn’t so bad really. Actually kind of nice. I’d never spent any time naked before except in the bathroom and that was to get clean. As soon as I got out of the shower I always wrapped a towel around me.

Just hanging out naked was kind of pleasant. It was just being naked in front of my little brother and my neighbor that was the hard part.

“So spill it. What does Mr. J have that dad doesn’t, apart from him being a pervert and all?” I demanded then stopped myself. It was just too weird looking down on my mom.

I looked around. There was a plastic covered mattress on a frame and a dresser in the room. Where pictures and posters would normally be on the walls, there were whips and chains like some sort of combination bedroom and torture chamber.

It was creepy in a way. The window had been boarded up and little light came in around the edges of the boards. The lighting in the room was mostly scented candles although there was an extractor fan quietly humming on the ceiling.

I went over and sat on the bed, patting a spot next to me. Mom hesitated before oozing from the floor to sit next to me on the bed like a sensual panther rather than my mom. She didn’t say anything.

“Look, mom. I came here originally to rescue you but I need to know what’s going on. Hell, I got naked in order to see you. That has to stand for something!”

“Master is not an ogre, slut. Not most of the time. He allowed you to break rules that you didn’t even know you’d broken and he did it because he understood you need time to process all this. Rich got it right away and he understands almost intuitively. You? Not so much”

“I haven’t broken any stupid rules!” I exclaimed. “I got naked and I even learned his stupid poses. Tell me one rule I broke!”

“You’ve got the rules in your hand, slut. Look at them.”

“Stop calling me that! I’m your daughter. You named me Erin!” I seethed.

“House rules are house rules, slut,” mom said, ignoring my command. “Would you have minded so much if the rule was you had to be called, Player, or more correctly, Playa?”

“I’m not a guy, so yes!”

“A slut is just a female playa. Society says it’s cool to be a playa and bad to be a slut. In this house it’s not. In fact it’s a compliment. And it’s a rule. So GET used to it. It’s just a word.”

“Fine, whatever. I’m a slut. Happy? Slut slut slut slut slut. I’m a big fat slut.”

“You’re not fat. You’re delightfully curvy and not a stick figure like some of the other sluts Master has hosted.”

I was actually pretty happy that mom had said I have a nice body. But of course all moms say that about their daughters. They probably don’t see them completely naked, though.

“Whatever. So name one rule I broke other than that, then.”

“How about walking around Master’s house? That’s on the pink page.”

Shit. She was right. I remembered seeing that rule now. And I’d done it right in front of Mr. J and he hadn’t said anything. I lifted the pink page and read each rule again.

In my house, all girls are sluts and can expect to be referred to as such. If you don’t like it, fuck off and don’t come back.

Tantrums piss me off. Piss me off and you’ll be punished

Sluts must ask permission for everything. If in doubt, ask

Do not bring your own toys. I’ll tell you what you can play with

I’m the king in my castle but you will only be expected to call me Sir or Master J

Sluts don’t close or cross their legs. Knees apart at all times unless bound

Sluts kneel, sit or crawl. Standing is only for when a slut is ordered to do something quickly

Sluts don’t wear clothes in my house. All clothing to be neatly folded on the chair next to the front door upon entering

“I guess I broke quite a few of these rules, didn’t I ... Cunt?” I said, not enjoying the C-word but trying it out anyway.

Mom blushed but smiled, too. “You’re getting it now,” she said.

I smiled back at her. “ So tell me about all this,” I said, swinging my arms to indicate Mr. J and his house.

Mom nodded her understanding and started explaining. “I’m here because it’s something I wanted. Almost a full blown, addictive need, really. Something that was so strong in me that I gave up the kids I love so much to be here.”

“Mom, this is me, remember? You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. No one wants to have their head shaved and live in a cage naked or have massive rings in their boobs and privates. Yes I saw that one too,” I said, refusing to believe her.

“It’s not ABOUT losing my hair or clothes and getting nipple and clit rings, slut. It’s about serving. And yes, some people DO want those things. I’m the center of attention here, while at the same time being part of the furniture. I’m PUT in a cage. It wasn’t my idea. Tell me, when you first entered Master’s living room, what did you see?”

“Well you, obviously!” I didn’t know where mom was going with her question.

“Not Master’s very expensive water cooled LED gaming computer? Not the twin curved screens on the gaming desk? They’re pretty fancy, take up a lot of space and are not something you usually see in a forty-something year old’s suburban home.”

“I wasn’t coming to case the joint. I was looking for you!” I insisted, still not understanding.

“Exactly. You came to see me. I was what you were looking for. I was your focus. And what was your first impression when you saw me?”

“I thought you were terrified. You covered your face and tried to melt into the background but the background was a cage. I saw you were naked and you had whip marks all over your body. Then I saw the piercings.”

“Very good, slut. I wasn’t a queen on a throne but a slave in a cage. I don’t WANT to be a queen on some throne but your dad was hellbent on treating me like one. Master treats me the way I want to be treated. He displays me instead of worshipping me. I serve him and anyone he gives me to. My life has more meaning now than it has in years.”

“But you didn’t have to leave us to have that!” I wanted to call her a cunt for being so selfish. I nearly did, pretending I’d just be calling her by the name Mr. J had given her. But I chickened out. It was still the C-word.

“You think I’m selfish,” she said as if reading my mind. “It’s okay to think that, because I am. That’s why Master called me Cunt. I hated that name at first. I hated the word because it was so demeaning. But now I think it suits me. Master has even called me that in public, although I haven’t been allowed out in public much since I’ve been here full time. He only takes me out to give me a lesson in humility, something I’m very slow to learn.”

“You said full time. How long have you been doing this before you left us?” I asked, putting aside all the other questions that came to mind from what she’d said.

“About nine years altogether,” mom admitted shyly. “Your dad didn’t know for most of that time.”

“You’ve been cheating on dad for nine years?” I asked in disbelief.

“No, I’ve only been fucking others for about 8 years. At first it was all training. Learning Master’s rules and how to serve. He...” Mom paused as if internally debating whether to tell me or not before continuing. “He didn’t give me his seed for the first ten months of me coming here regularly. He preferred to fuck another slut who would come over for training, and I’d only be allowed to watch. But your dad didn’t know what had come over me when I’d get home and seduce him.”

“I bet! The best sex he ever had, I’m sure,” I said, feeling a little uncomfortable discussing my parents sex life yet pleased my mom was treating me like an adult.

“I’m sure it was for him but for me? Not so much. I wanted rough sex. He wouldn’t even take my ass even though I begged him to. He said that was nasty. He wouldn’t spank me or pull on my nips. He’s a missionary in the dark sort of man. I got so frustrated that I eventually begged Master to fuck me properly. From there, things snowballed. Once a week, became every few days, as I began to crave the way Master treated me.”

“And even that wasn’t enough for you.” I said it as a statement. That was something I could relate to.

Mom and I talked about things some more, and by the time Rich opened the door and told us our half hour was up, I realized I’d only scratched the surface of what I needed to know. And I was horny. My mom had caused me to get really wet. I needed to do something about that as soon as I got home.

I snatched up the paper and this time, quickly got down on all fours without having to be reminded, even though it was just my brother who’d come in.

If there was one thing I’d learned from mom it was that Mr. J took his house rules seriously, and I felt like I’d been caught breaking one of them by sitting on the bed. It felt weird to feel guilty about sitting naked on a bed when my brother just walked in without knocking, and I nearly barked at him. But I didn’t. I’d reacted the way I felt, rather than the way I usually did. That was something new to me too.

I crawled out to the living room and thanked Mr. J for the time with mom - that was something new too - then asked if I could go home now.

Mr. Johnson smiled that evil little smile of his and jangled his keys as if in answer. I crawled behind him to his entryway where my clothes were scattered on the floor - except for my jeans and panties. Cunt had put them neatly folded on the chair.

I found out something else when I started to get dressed with Mr. Johnson and Rich looking on. It’s more humiliating to dress in front of them than to be naked around them. But I did it.

“I’m sorry for breaking so many rules today, Sir. It won’t happen again,” I apologized before leaving, while not really knowing if I could do this again I’m not really sure why I apologized. It’s not how I usually am, but it just seemed the right thing to do and I wasn’t ready to burn a bridge with Mr. Johnson just yet.

I still had a ton of questions for mom and if the only way to get answers was to train for Mr. J, then maybe I’d have to get used to it. Right now I just wanted to get home and recover my pride. If Rich told dad what I’d done, I’d kill him!

That evening at dinner, dad asked about our visit next door. He didn’t seem real pleased we’d gone over there but knew better than to tell us we couldn’t.

“It was fine,” was Rich’s only comment, with an accompanying shrug. I followed suit, but I know I blushed a little.

“How’s ... how’s your mom?” Dad asked. I really didn’t think he cared enough to even ask and he was just making conversation.

“She’s good. She seemed happy to see us,” Rich answered for us both but didn’t elaborate.

“So she’s just her normal self?” Dad prompted. I figured out he really was fishing.

“She’s happy, dad. More her normal self than the pretend self she was around here for so long,” I snapped. It was his fault she wasn’t still living with us, and I think my tone conveyed that.

Dad immediately let the subject drop, and dinner was finished in almost complete silence with no more dumb questions.

Later, before bed, Rich poked his head around my door. He didn’t knock, but then he hardly ever bothered me in my room so I’d never had to give him an ultimatum about knocking before. On top of that, after the day I’d had, what was the point? I was just finishing up my homework anyway.

“Hey Erin. Are you coming to visit mom again the day after tomorrow? I have a project due so I can’t go tomorrow.” He asked the question like it was no big deal but was just being polite about it.

“I dunno, squirt. It was easy for you but can you imagine having to do what I went through?” I didn’t wait for his response but carried on. “And don’t you DARE tell dad what I did. I’ve never been so humiliated in my whole life. And having to get naked in front of you? I still can’t believe I did that.”

“Jeez Erin. It’s just skin. Hey, can I tell you a secret?”

Rich never told me any secrets. Just like I’d never told him any, either.

“Come in and close the door,” I said, a little interested. Maybe Rich had learned something about Mr. Johnson and mom that I didn’t know.

Rich and Mr. Johnson had spent half an hour alone while I was with mom, and that’s not counting the time he was there before I got there, so it was quite possible.

What he said stunned me. “I got a boner seeing you and mom, and I know you got excited too. I could smell you.”

“Ewww! Gross! I did NOT have to hear that secret! Get out, you little perv!” How could my gay brother have sprouted an erection?

“Hold on, hear me out. I’m admitting that because of what you said yesterday. Remember?”

“Yeah. I said you wanted to see me naked and you denied it.” I said in a growl.

“I know. And that’s what I really thought, too. But you’ve got really nice boobs, sis. And a cute butt. Even though you are my sister. I just wanted you to know. I was proud of you today, too. It took a lot of courage to do what you did. I’ll go now.”

“Hey Rich,” I said as he was about to turn and leave. “Thanks. That kind of means a lot, even if you are my dumbass little brother. But I just don’t know if I can do it again,” I admitted since he was really the only one I could confide in. And saying I had courage instead of being weak for doing what Mr. J wanted felt ... really ... Nice.

“Why not? You’ve done it once now. Next time will be easier.”

“Rich, I don’t want to go back over there and look like a total rag-doll flopping all over the place. All of those positions and the precise way I had to pose. It was exhausting and humiliating.”

“Yeah, you didn’t do it very well. You are super uncoordinated,” Rich replied. I felt insulted.

“Rich!! I wasn’t trying to do it REALLY well. I was just trying to get through it. You are supposed to be on MY side,” I shot back, disappointed that Rich thought it was okay to critique me.

“I AM on your side, Sis! I’m just being honest. You need to practice before you go back,” he tried to reassure me.

“Who says I’m going back? And anyway, I am not going to be so pathetic that I practice alone in my room.”

“I could help you,” he offered, his eyes shining.

“Oh, hardee-har-har, you’d like that, right?” As if I really needed to say that. It was obvious.

“Look, I already saw you and I am not going to tell Dad unless you tell Dad. I could give you the one word position commands and then make sure you are bending deeply enough or posed properly.”

“And why do you think you are you such an expert all of a sudden?”

“I’m NOT an expert, but even I could see what you were doing wrong. You’ll hurt your back the way you were arching. It was very sloppy! Mom looked way more practiced and poised. She had a grace about her,” he said, sounding very proud of mom.

“What? She was degrading herself. And anybody can flop their legs apart and let their clit hood flap out.”

“Yeah, but the way mom made sure it was front and center, it was like she could somehow pull it out and push her lips to the sides so that it was more prominent. She also parted her lips slightly every time she took a new position. You could ask mom to show you if you don’t trust me to work on the basics with you.”

“No taking pictures though, and you’ll delete the pictures you took at Mr. Johnson’s house! And I will start in panties and bra! You don’t need to see inside of me. Not a word to Dad, OR Mr. Johnson. I want to see HIS face the next time I come over there and I execute his stupid moves perfectly like it’s not a big deal.” I thought I’d covered everything before I even realized we were negotiating.

“That’s fine, but I think you have to do it naked for me to help you. You get aroused when you are in certain positions and I want to show you how hard your nipples get and like, how to extend your clit hood.”

“That’s disgusting! I was not aroused. And how would you know HOW a woman extends her clit hood, anyway?”

Rich ignored my question in favor of debating my arousal. “Hey, if someone pulls on my dick, I don’t have to like it but I can’t help getting hard.”

“If the WIND blows on your dick you get hard.”

“Well, whatever ... do you want my help or not,” he asked sounding sincere.

I thought about it for a full minute before answering him. He WAS the only one other than Mr. J who knew. It’s not like I planned to tell any of my friends what I’d done.

“Okay, but don’t laugh when we do this, okay?”

“I won’t! Promise!” Rich grinned like it was Christmas time, and he’d soon be unwrapping presents. “We’ll start straight after school tomorrow,” he announced.

“I thought you had an important project to get finished?” I asked with a smirk of my own. I thought my brother was good at prioritizing, and this just proved he was a typical guy.

“I can do both!” He grinned back.

The next day was a lot better at school. Things just seemed to click for me on a day when I kind of wished they wouldn’t. I got to classes on time, had no major disagreements with anyone, and I got my favorite seat on the bus. In other words, I didn’t have much anger to draw from when Rich walked into my room and announced, “Pre-sent,” as though we’d already worked up to the point where he could just give me commands and I’d jump to it.

“Riiiich. You can see I’m not ready yet. Go get us a snack and a soda and bring them up. I’ll be undressed when you get back, okay?”

I didn’t want to strip in front of him. It was bad enough he’d see me but to have to strip right in front of him would be too embarrassing.

“That’s not how Mr. Johnson’s rules work, and you know it, slut. If you’re gonna do this, do it right. Or I’ll tell Jim mom’s not worth the hassle.”

While Rich was talking he was looking around me, as if looking for something in my room. My room’s messier than his so I guess there’s a lot to see, but it made me conscious that I hadn’t cleaned up in a while. Well, in about three months, since mom made me do it. Dad wasn’t allowed to do any more than collect my laundry from here.

“Jeez, Rich. You don’t have to call me a slut here. I get more than enough of that next door,” I grumped but he had made a good point.

I did need more answers from mom, and we’d already agreed to let him help me not look so fat, dorky and uncoordinated next time.

“So no soda and a snack?” I asked with a smirk to show I was kidding. I was in a good mood but I still didn’t really want to take my clothes off right in front of him.

Just like Mr. Johnson had done yesterday, it was like he could read my mind because instead of answering my question, he had something else to say.

“You’ve got a really nice bod, sis. Not one of those scrawny model bodies but a real woman’s body like mom has. You should feel good that revealing it to me is probably going to turn me on again. Think of the power that gives you,” he said quietly.

“Gross, Rich! I do NOT want to turn my little brother on!”

“Why, because you’re worried you might not be able to, and what happened yesterday was all mom?” He asked as if that was the only possible reason for me saying that.

“No! Because you’re my brother!” I clarified.

“Still a guy, sis. I admitted I was wrong yesterday. You’re hot. I want to see you naked again and you know it. But you’re insisting on being weak instead of owning this situation.”

“Hey!” I began to argue, but Rich just carried on.

“It takes courage to do what you did yesterday. It takes strength to be able to give up control and trust others. If you can’t trust me and I’m your brother, then you shouldn’t trust Jim either and you should forget the idea of seeing mom again.”

“Fine! I’ll do it. But can you at least turn around while I undress?”

“No. It’s one of the best parts. It’s up to you whether or not you want to tease me or just be all business-like,” Rich insisted. “But you’ll have to do it tomorrow in front of me and probably Jim, so why not own it? Make it special?”

My damned idiot brother was turning me on, and I hadn’t even started yet! But he was right, too. I did trust him and he had already seen me naked, so why not show him I’m not weak like dad, and put on a show?

I nodded and reached for the huge belt buckle on my jeans.

(I guess I did include some illustration)

“Just a tip, sis. Take your sneakers off first and work up so you reveal your titties last. They’re two of your finest features after all,” he said. “You’ll look stupid if you forget to take your shoes off before your pants. Maybe tomorrow you could wear heels or something?”

He was right. Maybe not about the heels, but about not humiliating myself by forgetting to take my shoes off first.

“There’s no sexy way of taking shoes off, Rich,” I said.

“Sure there is. And it’d be a good warm up before you start practicing the positions, too. Just bend at the waist and undo your laces for once instead of just kicking them off,” he suggested.

I did as I was told. Keeping my knees locked, I bent over and yanked each lace, untying my shoes. They’d been tied so long they resisted but I got the knots loose then I stood up.

At Rich’s direction, I looked at him while I stood on one foot and sensually slid my sneakers off, one at a time. I then peeled my ankle socks off and held them up to my face as if sniffing them before gently laying them down, one on each of my sneakers.

My jeans came down next and I kept following Rich’s instructions, turning my back to him and slowly exposing my panty covered butt to him as I slid the jeans over my butt.

As I did that, I had the crazy thought that I wished I’d worn a thong. If I was going to make this sexy, a thong would have been better than the plain pink panties I was wearing today.

I hopped a bit when I was getting my jeans off my feet. Rich said that the move would have been better if my tits were already bare and bouncing and to keep that in mind when I stripped for them tomorrow.

I still had a surprise for Rich that he didn’t know about, and I made the most of it by keeping my knees together, turning away from him again, and rolling my panties off my butt and down to my knees. When I turned around to let them slip the rest of the way to my feet, I got the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen. I’d done a major landscaping job on my pubes in the shower this morning.

I was standing before my brother in just my polo shirt and bra and feeling self conscious and a little humiliated, but nothing like I’d felt the day before. I think the difference was that I knew what Rich was seeing wasn’t disgusting to him. I even took a look at his crotch but I couldn’t tell if he had a boner or not.

The next step was bigger for me than showing my privates to Rich. It’s kind of funny that letting Rich see my tits again was a bigger deal for me than letting him see my freshly trimmed pubes.

Part of my problem was that my nips were really hard and not from any chill in the air. The only thing protecting them from his view was my polo and bra.

“Are you gonna chicken out on me now?” Rich asked.

I could hear the cluck-cluck in his voice and it steeled me to peel my polo up and in theory, off. But I hadn’t undone a button and the shirt got stuck on my chin, making me blush in shame. Not so much that Rich was about to see the rest of my goodies but that once again I looked and felt awkward instead of sexy.

Rich just laughed. I guess it was kind of funny. I was suddenly glad it was Rich and not someone else watching me make a fool of myself. I couldn’t help it. I chuckled too, then popped the button and finished peeling off the shirt. I even shook my bra-covered tits for him and was proud to see a twitch in his pants.

My brother really was getting turned on by me. It felt good and motivated me to carefully follow his directions when he instructed me on how to remove my bra sexily.

“Cup your boobs and offer them,” Rich instructed once I was fully naked.

I don’t really know why I did it, but I offered them as instructed and even rolled my nipples between thumbs and fingers without being told. It sent a spark right to my privates for two reasons.

First was obviously that my nips are sensitive but it was also that I was displaying myself. To my brother’s gaze. And I could imagine doing that for Mr. J as well.

It was the first time that I’d consciously felt excited about being naked around someone fully dressed. I felt really horny even though it was Rich, my dipshit little brother.

“Did you forget WHY you got naked, slut?” Rich asked after I’d been plucking and pulling on my nipples for a few seconds for Rich’s viewing pleasure.

Oh! I HAD forgotten! I quickly dropped to the floor and assumed the position, suddenly feeling embarrassed again as I parted my knees.

“No! Bad slut!” Rich said and whacked my boob with my own plastic ruler!

He’d picked it up off my desk amid all the other junk on there. It must have been what he was looking for earlier.

“Ow! That hurt!” I said although my exclamation was more from surprise than the actual pain of being whacked on the flesh of my boobs. At least he hadn’t whacked a nipple. I’m not sure how I would have reacted. I think I might have liked it.

“Suck it up, slut. Mr. J uses whips, paddles and canes. This is nothing. I’m here to help, remember? Anyway, stand up again. Do it properly this time.”

I rolled my eyes, rubbed my tit where he’d struck it and lurched back to my feet.

He popped me on the butt with the ruler, this time. “Hey! Stop that! I was just getting up like you said,” I complained.

“Every move you make should be smooth, slut. You looked like a cow climbing to your feet. Mom flows to hers when she does it,” he said as if defending his use of the ruler. And stop complaining or I’ll go get my table tennis paddle. I’m doing you a favor, here,” he reminded me.

I apologized and thanked him for helping me.

This time I tried to slip slowly and sensually to the floor, but I was so focused on that, I forgot to assume the proper position and got a harder whack on my same boob as before, closer to the nipple.

Instead of complaining I jerked my knees apart quite far. This time Rich did whack the nipple and I almost creamed myself! The sharp pain hurt, but it sent a clear message to my privates. I gasped, not in pain but in pleasure.

“You liked that, huh?” Rich asked.

“Of course not!” I adamantly denied I’d liked it but was wondering if he’d do the other one to see what that felt like.

Of course I didn’t SAY that. I just casually slid my knees closer together again, this time slowly and smoothly so that my pussy wasn’t split open like a blooming flower.

I’ve got big labia and a large clit hood, and they’re really gross. It was extra humiliating having to allow my brother to see them at all like that but he wasn’t going to allow me to scrimp on displaying myself correctly.

After a moment of me having my knees a lot closer together again he realized I didn’t plan on giving him a free show of what’s between my legs.

“Are you daring me to slap your pussy with the ruler?” He asked while I was kneeling there with my head lowered.

“No! Sorry! I said and eased my knees further open until he was satisfied.

My cheeks and neck were red and were blotchy from my embarrassment. I knew Rich was carefully examining me.

“Straighten your back and push your jugs out further,” he ordered.

I couldn’t really say anything because I’d referred to my breasts as boobs so often, but the word jugs made me blush even more and Rich caught it.

“They’re boobs, tits, jugs, funbags, udders or any other name I choose, slut. Get used to it,” he said like it would just be a thing going forward.

I got slapped with the ruler a dozen times over the next few minutes as we practiced the difference between present and pres-ent. I didn’t complain once even though Rich had taken to slapping my nipples almost every time now. My nips were on fire but I was dripping and he noticed that as well.

“If you need to take a break and rub one out, I can do some work on my school project,” he offered.

I didn’t want him to know I masturbated!

“No, I’m good. But I can throw my robe on and go get us a couple of sodas, if you want to go to your room and work on your project for a bit? I’ll meet you there? I suggested.

“I was just going to work on it on your bed, once you’ve made it, of course,” he replied.

“You just said...” I couldn’t bring myself to verbalize what he’d just offered.

“Yeah, I thought it’d be fun to watch you scratching the kitty,” he said as if he’d suggested I brush my hair.

I wasn’t about to play with myself in front of him! “Rich! That’s nasty!”

“Yet here you are, drooling on the floor. I was offering you a reward for how hard you’ve been trying so far. It’s not ALL about punishing you for messing up, you know.”

“I am NOT masturbating in front of my snot nosed brother!” I shot back.

“Your choice. I can just keep up the corrections with no rewards if you want?” He told me.

The whole thing had me confused. Why would my gay brother want to watch me masturbate? Why did he admit getting a boner seeing me naked at all? Was it the rush of just being part of this ... whatever it was? Of seeing his sister demeaning herself just to spend time with mom? I had to know.

“You’re gay, Rich!” I blurted, waiting to hear him deny or confirm it.

Rich just grinned at me, refusing to do either. Instead, he came closer. Something inside me said he was going to slap me, although he’d never ever done anything like that before. It was just his body language I suppose.

I wanted to shrink away from him and hide my face, but I didn’t. I’d told him I knew his secret and now I needed to stand up to him. Well, kneel up to him since I was still on my knees. I felt a little scared of my younger brother at that moment. I’d never felt scared of him before.

Still, I was ready to shout at him and maybe cuss him out the moment he laid a hand on me, but not until then. It was a weird feeling, knowing someone you’ve known forever is about to assault you and also knowing you’re not going to stop them. Instead of raising his hand to me he walked around me, so he was behind me.

Rich didn’t strike me. I wondered if he was going to just walk out of my room but he didn’t do that either. From behind me, he reached down and cupped one of my boobs, sliding his thumb over my nipple and making my whole body shudder at his touch.

Then he released my boob. I was so shocked I didn’t react at all. I didn’t berate him, I didn’t try to ram my elbow back into his junk or anything. I was literally immobilized by the liberty he’d taken with me.

“Your nipple was getting soft, but the moment I touched it with my thumb, it reacted. I felt how stiff that little nubbin got even though I’ve whacked it with your ruler a few times and that had to have hurt. Now let me ask you, slut with hard nipples, do gay guys turn you on?”

I finally found my voice. “No! And neither do little brothers!” I spat, feigning anger that wasn’t really there.

“Don’t lie to me, slut. Your nipple hardened the instant I touched it and your arousal increased. Those are just facts. If it wasn’t because a gay guy touched you or your brother did, what was it?”

“I ... I dunno, Rich.” I hated to tell my brother I didn’t know. I’m the smart one.

“I’ll tell you then. It was because everything about this is sexual, slut. My dick gets hard. Your nipples get hard and your pussy starts leaking. You’re turned on doing this stuff. But that’s a selfish reason for being turned on. That makes you a selfish slut by Mr. Johnson’s definition and we’re doing this for Mr. Johnson, right?”

“No! We’re doing this so I can spend time with mom without looking like an uncoordinated cow. It’s not my fault I get turned on.”

“But when I offered you a reward, you shut me down. Mr. Johnson won’t be rewarding you so I thought you’d be happy I am.”

“I just don’t want to play with myself in front of my brother. My gay brother. It would be too embarrassing.”

“It’s only embarrassing if you LET it be embarrassing and until now, you were acting like you were having fun even though you said how embarrassing it was to have to perform, yesterday.”

“Well, it’s just different, okay?” I insisted.

“It’s still just sex, slut. Whether I’m touching your tits or you’re learning to get your clit to dangle straight, it’s all the same thing. I’m going to try something. Tell me if this feels good. But don’t move, okay?”

Rich didn’t wait for me to give him permission. He reached right over my shoulder, and learned down the front of my body. I felt his hair on the front of my neck and dangling onto my chest. His mouth had to be just inches from my boob and I thought I could feel his breath on my nipple. His fingers traced down my groin until they slipped between the folds in my privates. My brother was touching me down there, and I almost climaxed in like a second!

Then he pulled back, gently kissed my cheek, and tweaked my nipple. Hard! I was practically vibrating with the sensations I was experiencing. Rich stood up.

“See? It’s sex. Doesn’t matter who does it. That’s what mom told me yesterday. You can make this about trying to not looking stupid while you’re doing something you have to do, or you can make it fun, pleasurable and reap the rewards. Mr. Johnson isn’t going to reward you for simply doing what he expects of you. But he’s not me. I’ll punish you for getting it wrong but I’m offering to give you rewards for doing good, slut. You can refuse but why?”

I replied with something really profound.

“Oh.”

“Diddle yourself, slut. Mr. Johnson won’t mind if you do that tomorrow, but only if you ask permission first and you’re not ready to do that, I know. So I’m TELLING you to do it. That makes it okay, because you’ll be following orders and it takes strength to follow orders when it’s not something you’d usually do.”

I don’t know if Rich’s words made complete sense, but I found my hand leaving my thigh and my fingers tracing their way up to my privates to do what my little brother said. It’s strange, but it felt even better, knowing I’d been ordered to do something despite it being so humiliating.

I knew Rich was watching me over my shoulder. I couldn’t bring myself to lift my eyes and see where he was looking but I knew anyway, that he was watching my fingers. I stroked the length of my privates, one finger on either side of my clit. It felt way more amazing than touching myself had ever felt before. It wouldn’t take much to bring myself off at all, even with Rich watching.

“Okay, cool,” Rich said in a soft voice - almost a whisper in my ear. I didn’t know his face was still so close to mine.

“Now stop.”

I know I whined, but I returned my hand to my thigh, as if in a dream.

“Wonderful, slut. You did that perfectly. No jerky uncoordinated movements or anything. We’ll work on the next position and if you’re a good slut, I’ll let you finger yourself for longer next time and if you’re really good, you’ll be allowed to tweak a nipple too,” he assured me.

I don’t know if Rich had somehow hypnotized me but I felt grateful at the motivation he was offering instead of ashamed that I’d touched myself in front of him.

The kiss on the top of my head that he gave me as he stood up was somehow just perfect, too.

Whatever trance he’d put me in was broken when he barked the command, “Spoon”.

I really had to think to remember what that was, but I tried to ooze into it like I’d seen mom do. Rich wasn’t impressed. The ruler appeared in his hand again, and he gave my butt a stinging slap with it.

“Arch more. Really get that ass high and out there like you’re trying to display your brown eye,” he demanded. And just like that, the moment we’d shared was over.

I got whacked with that damned ruler a thousand times over the next half hour but in the end, Rich announced I could transition from present to spoon almost flawlessly. My red butt hoped he was right.

“Diddle,” Rich said, like it was another position. My hand came up to my folds and I diddled myself for him.

“Cum,” he ordered.

I couldn’t help it. I giggled. “It doesn’t work like that, Rich,” I said, not stopping.

I was close, but I couldn’t just get over the edge because I’d been told to. That was clearly the wrong thing to say. Rich really slapped both nipples once each with the ruler. It stung a bunch, but at the same time, it was just what my body wanted to get me over the top to a pleasant little orgasm.

“Ahhh,” I said, letting my hand fall away from my privates.

“Hey! Who said you could stop?” Rich asked and then popped my nipples once each again with the ruler. This time my hands jumped to protect them from his punishment. They were too sensitive now.

“Hey!” You said playing with myself was a reward,” I complained.

“So? I didn’t say you could stop, either,” he said as if that justified himself.

“I came, okay?” I replied, blushing at the admission.

“Well that’s cool, but you’re only supposed to do what you’re told, slut. You should have told me you were cumming and asked before you stopped,” he said as if correcting my behavior. Also, don’t ever try to stop a correction again.”

“So I’m supposed to get permission from my brother to masturbate or to stop masturbating, now?” I joked.

“Yes,” he said bluntly. “Until training is over, anyway,” he corrected himself.

“Wonderful,” I said sarcastically. I didn’t argue, though. Instead, I was already making mental plans to rub one out again at bedtime. I might even use the ruler, I said to myself.

We started on the next position but were interrupted after barely beginning by dad calling up that dinner was ready.

“C’mon, I guess that’s it for the day,” Rich said. I started following him to the door, but he stopped me.

“Get dressed, slut. Unless you want to explain to dad why you’re naked.”

I had totally forgotten that I was nude! I didn’t even mind so much that Rich insisted on watching me get dressed again. This time instead of being humiliated, I tried to think of it as a compliment. I even licked my lips enticingly and stared at his crotch as I adjusted my bra way more than I needed to.

I felt like teasing Rich the way he’d teased me, even though he was my brother.

Dinner was boring. Dad was already well on his way to getting drunk again. Afterward, we left him alone to load the dishwasher and clean up while we both went back upstairs. I wanted to practice some more, but Rich said he really needed to get his project finished.

“Oh come on, Rich. It’s kind of fun now that I’m used to you seeing me, you know, naked and all. You can do your project later. I’ll even let you ... you know, touch my privates again like you did before. You liked that, didn’t you?”

I wasn’t going to beg him or anything, but it had been a question I couldn’t get out of my mind since he’d done it. I should have freaked out. I should have slapped him. I should have ... I don’t know ... done SOMETHING. But he’d as much as admitted being gay when he didn’t deny it. So now I knew he was double-safe, being my brother AND being gay.

It didn’t seem like such a big deal to let Rich touch me if he was just experimenting. Maybe I could even turn him straight if I teased him enough. Make him want to find a girl to make into his girlfriend or something.

He’d already admitted getting an erection when he saw naked females and he’d seen more of me and mom than I ever, before yesterday, believed possible.

So now I wanted to experiment for myself, a little. With Rich being my unwitting and unknowing subject of course, since I couldn’t just tell him. I could figure out what makes guys tick so I could get a boyfriend who wasn’t just interested in me as a life support system for a vagina.

“I’ll tell you what, slut. You get naked, tie yourself up, stand in your closet and wait for me to finish my project. If I’m satisfied with what I see when I open your closet door, we’ll spend another hour training, okay?”

“Noooo, I don’t want to tie myself up! I just want to practice the other positions,” I complained, leaving out the part where I would try to turn Rich on.

Rich just shrugged. That’s my deal. Take it or leave it. I’ve GOT to get this project finished or I won’t have time to visit mom tomorrow. You want to as well, don’t you?”

“You mean do I want to see mom or let Mr. Johnson train me for another hour tomorrow?” I said as sarcastically as I could.

He hadn’t said anything about Mr. Johnson, but I knew he was thinking it. I could tell he thought Mr. Johnson was somehow his new best friend.

“Well yeah, I guess. I want to see Jim’s face when you run through the positions for him and do it more like mom did yesterday. But don’t tell him you know some of the more advanced instructions, okay? I’ll let him think he’s dropping them on you cold.

“Huh? What advanced instructions?” I asked. We’d only practiced three of the five before dinner.

“You know them, slut. You just want an excuse to have me make you practice them again,” he grinned as if I’d tried to trick him somehow - but I really didn’t know what he was talking about. I had to pretend I knew or I’d come off as looking like a dummy in front of my dumb brother.

“Fine. I’ll wait. But only because I want to see mom, not Mr. J,” I insisted.

“Yeah, I believe you. Really,” he said with a smirk that showed he didn’t believe me at all.

After I made my bed I had to find stuff in my room to tie myself up with. In the end I found a scarf, a belt and a piece of rope I’d used as part of an old Halloween costume, years ago.

I wrapped the rope around my ankles, twisted the scarf into a kind of silk rope and used it to gag myself. Tying it behind my head was a challenge, but I managed it. Lastly, I made a loop with the belt and slipped it over my hands then using my thumb, fingertips, and a lot of maneuvering, got it tight behind my back.

It was the best I could do, and although I could easily get free, I was at least tied up like Rich had insisted. Then I carefully toe-walked into my closet, pulling the door closed with my fingertips. I wish I’d made Rich tell me how long I’d have to wait but I hadn’t thought to do that. Now it was too late.

I waited. I waited some more. Every minute or so, I considered leaving the closet and grabbing my phone or a clock or watch or something but I was worried that I’d no sooner leave the closet than Rich would arrive.

One good thing about just standing there in the closet was that I was able to focus better. Well good in a way. Until I started focusing on my bra strap. It was twisted. I’d gotten dressed before dinner, and I hadn’t adjusted the shoulder straps so I didn’t know one was twisted until now.

But now I couldn’t think of anything other than the fact my bra strap was twisted right on top of my shoulder where it irritated me the most. If it was twisted on my back I’d have been fine, but this was driving me nuts. It wouldn’t take but a second to fix it. If my hands were free, which they weren’t.

But I could free my hands real quick, fix the bra, and tie my hand again afterwards. Except it already took ages to get the belt to close up around my wrists. What if Rich came back, and I wasn’t tied up and helpless like he expected?

So I waited. I was sure I’d waited nearly two hours in that closet before I heard my bedroom door open then close again. I’d all but decided to fix my bra at a minimum, but I was starting to think along the lines of storming over to Rich’s bedroom to give him a piece of my mind.

Then the closet door opened, and Rich was standing there in his PJ’s.

I’d never been so happy to see my brother! But while he looked at me, his smile disappeared.

“You’ve had half an hour, and you’re not even naked!” He exclaimed, sounding angry.

Half an hour? Was that all? I’d spent ten minutes just finding what I needed to tie myself up with! But he was mad that I wasn’t naked, too. That self entitled little prick! Who did he think he was to expect me to be naked again. Jeez!

“Untie yourself, get naked then tie yourself back up, and I’ll come in again,” Rich said in a patronizing manner.

I shook and shimmied and pulled my hands free of the belt, then jerked the scarf I’d used to gag myself with, out of my mouth, so I could reply.

“Oh come ON, Rich! How was I supposed to know I was supposed to be stripped down to the buff again while I waited? And it seemed like I was in here forever, too! You said you liked it when I had to strip in front of you, anyway. Some sort of power thing, if I had to guess,” I rationalized.

“I never said that, slut. You assumed I wanted to watch you set your udders free. I told you I’d give you more training if I liked what I saw. I also said to be naked. I’m giving you a second chance to do as you’re told because I liked what I saw despite you not being naked. I’ll tell you what. I’ll punish you for not listening, so you’ll do better next time. The amount of punishment will be based on how well you’ve listened this time.”

“Can’t we just skip to the training part tonight, and I’ll have a do-over tomorrow? It’s getting kind of late,” I whined, feeling stupid for having to negotiate with my little brother about jumping right to the part where he tells me what to do and I do it.

“We will do it right, slut. If we’re up till midnight and as a result I’m tired and don’t have any patience with you tomorrow, you’ve only got yourself to blame,” he said bluntly.

It felt like “mighty” Rich had spoken, and the discussion was over. When did he become the actual boss of me? I harrumphed in defeat. I didn’t really have any more bargaining chips anyway.

It wasn’t midnight, but after I’d mastered the Tableau position, Rich told me we were calling it a night. He had me finger myself again and tug a nipple, while he stroked my hair. I was weirdly nice.

After I announced I was ready to cum, he gave his permission and I had quite a good one, but it was merely a coincidence that I came after he gave his approval. I was going to cum either way, but he seemed pleased as though I’d waited on his agreement.

He even offered to let me sleep naked on the floor in his bedroom. Yeah, that would be a resounding NO! I love my comfy bed. Why would I choose to be nude on Rich’s floor over it?

I did sleep nude for the first time ever, though, at Rich’s suggestion. Damn! It was such a turn on, just being naked in my own bed! Rich looked out for me in the morning, too.

Hoping to see more of this, and that Erin's exposure won't be limited to inside Jim's house.

your wish is my command

Chapter Six:

My brother came into my room and woke me up before dad did. He didn’t knock, just walked straight in. In fact I was only half-covered by a single sheet when he came in and called my name. It could have been dad who got an eyeful if Rich hadn’t decided to jump on that grenade because I had a hand on my privates.

What was weird was waking up to Rich calling me Erin. It was the first time in more than a day that he’d actually used my name. I’d begun to associate the word slut, with being sort of a pet name for me that only Rich - and of course Mr. J - could get away with calling me.I HAD to know what Mom was up to and why she left. A voice in the back of my head told me that I should be terrified of ever going back to his house after what I saw. That voice also told me that I shouldn’t let my brother be so cavalier with me. Yet, I have to admit that this side of Rich puzzled and intrigued me. He was gay anyway – so it wasn’t exactly wrong to let him see me naked. This whole thing was confusing. I pretended to sleep while I watched Rich enter my room like he owned it. He knew I was faking and told me to get my ‘fat, lazy’ ass up. I almost laughed at him. Imagine having the audacity to talk to your big sister that way? Who would do that? I knew he was teasing.

While I was waking up, Rich was rifling through my dresser pulling out panties and a bra for me to wear. I wasn’t even awake enough to argue when he told me he’d taken the liberty of choosing my clothes for the day.

One of those items was an actual dress out of my closet. I wasn’t going out, just to school! He said it’d caught his eye the night before, and he wanted to see me in it.

I humored him by putting his selections on after my shower. He’d actually done pretty good matching the underwear to the dress, other than choosing a dress in the first place. Gay guys know how to make good clothing choices, I guess. Even the heels went well, although I’ve only worn heels a half dozen times and never to school.

There was one other thing to note that morning. He insisted I get dressed AFTER my shower and he wanted to watch me streak to the bathroom and back. I rolled my eyes at how immature he could be but I did it.

I don’t know how I would have explained myself to dad if he’d caught me but part of me really didn’t care what dad would have said. He was busy making breakfast downstairs anyway.

“Hey slut, I called Jim, and I guess there’s a change of plans after school. I’ll tell you about it when we get home,” Rich told me when he caught me leaving the cafeteria with my friends after lunch.

I gave him the evil eye while gritting my teeth and hoping my friends hadn’t heard. No one was supposed to know about Mr. Johnson and his rules, much less his pet name for me!

Rich just smiled and kept walking.

“What a douchebag your little brother is,” my friend Amy said once Rich was out of earshot. “I don’t care what the rule is. I would have smacked him upside the head for calling me a slut!”

“Yet you let your sister call you beanpole all the time. That’s just as bad!” Teresa laughed and shoved Amy playfully. “So who is Jiiiiim?” Teresa moved on to me, changing the subject.

“Ummm. My ahh, neighbor,” I stammered, then recovered by saying, “We’re supposed to be doing some work for him after school. Well mostly me, anyway,” I admitted with a blush.

“Ooooh, Erin’s in love,” Teresa teased, misconstruing my blush.

“It’s not like that! He’s old!” I said, shoving Teresa gently as if saying what she was suggesting was gross.

“So’s Brad Pitt, but I’d do him!” Teresa grinned back.

Luckily Teresa’s crush, Danny Mitchell came around the corner at that moment and the conversation changed direction again.

“I probably should have called Jim yesterday but I forgot till today. He called me back and said we can still come over, but he’s expecting a visitor. There’s gonna be sex stuff, too. If we go over, we’ll get a front row seat. You down?”

“What do you mean sex stuff?” I asked.

I was NOT putting on a sex show for Mr. J let alone a stranger I’d never met. It was enough that Rich had somehow got me okay with fingering myself in front of him. But doing that in front of a gay brother is a bit different than for a Pervy neighbor and his friend.

“Not you! Mom! Jim said she’s gonna be earning her keep. The visitor will only be there fifteen or twenty minutes. Jim thought it’d be good for us to see her in action.”

I was torn. Did I want to see my mom having sex? She was embarrassed enough, having us see her naked that first time. But an actual sex show? Wowsers. I’d never imagined I’d get to witness something like that live, rather than just on Pornhub.

“Twenty minutes? I thought sex would last like an hour,” I said before I could stop myself. I hated it when I looked naive in front of Rich.

Rich just shrugged. “He said twenty mins tops, entry to exit. The house, I mean, not mom,” he joked. “Hell, it could be a slut coming to visit. That’d be cool! I forgot to ask.”

“Mom’s not a lesbian, squirt,” I laughed. She was our mom, not a rug muncher.

“Yeah, whatever,” Rich replied with a grin. “So, you in?”

“What do you think?” I asked, but it didn’t come out right. I meant to ask him if he thought I’d really be interested in watching other people having sex, especially since one of them was our mom. I didn’t get a chance to rephrase though. Rich thought I was asking him to decide for me.

“I told him yes. This is gonna be so cool! You’re the best, slut!”

The way he said it made it sound like I was the best slut he knew. Still, his exclamation sent a thrilling shudder through me.

“C’mon, let’s get over there,” Rich said now that the matter was settled for him.

We still had our coats on so I shrugged before I could change my mind. It was really cold outside and I kind of wanted to change the heeled shoes I’d had on all day, but Rich was already opening the front door again. I sighed and followed him out.

Mr. Johnson opened his door on the first knock. He seemed genuinely glad to see us. I mean both of us, not just Rich. He even smiled as he waved us in out of the cold then in a surprise move, offered to take my coat.

I turned my back to him, freed the three buttons and the belt holding it closed, and allowed him to slip it off my shoulders. The coat is full length and I heard Mr. Johnson’s surprised intake of breath when he saw I was wearing a dress underneath.

That’s when it hit me. The next step was for me to get naked! Rich had tricked me into coming here to see a sex show, but at the same time, I’d have to be naked and yet ANOTHER person was going to see my boobs and butt! I suddenly REALLY hoped it WOULD be a woman coming to visit!

I thought fast. Instead of just stripping, I decided to ask a question first. “Sir,” I started, remembering Mr. Johnson’s rule, “I don’t know if I can be naked in front of a stranger this early in my training. May I stay dressed until they leave? Just this time, please?” I begged.

“No.” Mr. Johnson didn’t shake his head or look like he wanted to give me a lecture. Just a blunt and stubborn negative.

Mr. J didn’t give me a reason so I didn’t have to listen to him go on about getting something for nothing or about not making exceptions to his rules or any of that.

I was still tempted to ask why - a question I’d heard little kids ask forever. I’d probably asked it a million times myself. It didn’t seem like a good idea and I knew the answer anyway. Mr. J would have said I’d never be ready if I had a choice. I’d needed to try, though.

Mr. J hadn’t taken his eyes off me when he’d refused to let me stay dressed. I think I surprised and pleased him when I started slowly lifting my dress up my body, exposing my panties then my matching bra that Rich had selected for me this morning.

There was a big neck on this dress, so I didn’t suddenly look awkward or foolish. It came right off over my head. Despite feeling very self conscious, I slowly straightened the dress out, folded it twice, and set it on the chair.

I felt nervous, yet at the same time, there was a feeling of power. Mr. J wanted to look. I could see it in his eyes. I discovered this feeling with Rich yesterday. He’d already seen me nude yet he was eager to see me naked again.

I even posed a little for Mr. J, twisting my torso left then right so he could have a good look, before I reached behind my back and released the catch on my bra.

Sometimes when by myself, I would slip the straps off my shoulders, pull my bra down to my tummy then spin it around so I could undo the fasteners from the front, but this time, once the catch was loose, I kept my eyes on Mr. J while I slid the straps off my shoulders.

Mr. Johnson kept his eyes on mine, but I knew he was seeing me expose the upper swells of my boobs and although my boobs were staying in their cups, there was not really much holding them. It was exciting. I knew how much guys liked seeing boobs and there was a lot to look at with mine.

Until my elbow caught as I was trying to smoothly get the strap off one arm. The bra fell away too soon and once again, I felt awkward, like I’d screwed up. I immediately reminded myself to practice this maneuver with Rich. I needed to get better at that.

Then I laughed at myself. I’d just assumed I needed Rich to be watching. That made me quietly giggle and I was instantly ready for the big reveal. I still folded the cups of my bra together and laid it on top of my folded dress.

I hoped Mr. J would like what I’d done with my pubes. He’d made mom shave all hers off. I started rolling my panties down till my fluff became visible then I turned around and pushed my butt out as I slid them the rest of the way down. I’d seen a video clip where a woman did that and it’d looked sexy. I resisted the urge to twirl my lacy panties around my finger or wipe them under my upturned nose like I’d seen in the clip. Instead I just folded them in half and laid them in the pile.

Lastly I slipped my heels off and set them nearly under the chair before looking at Mr. Johnson again, kind of waiting to hear praise. I didn’t get it. After a full couple of seconds I remembered to kneel. Boy was I blushing! I’d expected applause or something for doing what was clearly written in Mr. Johnson’s rules.

“Better. You read the rules after all,” was Mr. Johnson’s only comment.

Rich was grinning. He gave me a subtle thumbs up when I glanced at him. That had been all I needed. My brother had made me feel special with just that little hand movement.

I followed Mr. J and Rich into the living room. Mom was caged and gagged just like the first time we’d seen her but this time she seemed like she was excited to see us although she couldn’t smile behind the gag. She even risked wiggling the fingers of one hand on her thigh in greeting.

“I’ve got someone coming over in the next...” Mr. J consulted his watch, “about ten minutes. Once he leaves, we’ll start your training, slut,” he told me.

Rich spoke up. “Hey, Jim. You invited us over so we could see mom in action,” he said.

I was looking at mom and saw her eyes widen. No one had told her!

“Then isn’t that like training which would mean it should be part of slut’s hour, right?”

I focused on Mr. J and saw him nod his head slowly. “I guess that makes sense, Rich,” he said slowly. “Then we may as well start right now. “Pres-ent!” He barked.

Both mom and I altered our positions immediately, but Mr. J was watching me.

“You’ve practiced. Good,” he said without further praise.

It was enough for me though. He hadn’t laughed or criticized. I’d done it right!

Mr. J ran me slowly through the poses, in a completely different order than he had last time but thanks to Rich’s help, I didn’t make a fool of myself. Rich had assured me when we practiced that it wasn’t a race to get into position and that Mr. J wouldn’t fault me for taking a moment between each change so that I didn’t screw up and find myself anticipating which position he would demand next.

I was still very conscious of my boobs bouncing around, and in the transition from spoon to Peacock, my butt audibly clapped, which made me blush. With my arms up over my head, my hands grasping an imaginary pole behind my back, I could feel with my upper arms, the heat radiating off my ears.

Still, I kept my pelvis pushed forward as if in invitation even though once again, my privates were more than a little damp as they were displayed to Rich and Mr. Johnson. Then Mr. J made his first comment.

“What’s that with your right knee being forward and your left foot being behind your right ankle? I didn’t teach you to do that,” Mr. J complained as if I’d broken a major rule or something.

The worst part was that he was right too. I hadn’t learned that from him. Rich had insisted I pretend there was actually a pole between my butt cheeks and cold against my back as if I was posing against it for a bunch of strangers at a strip club. That’s how he’d interpreted the pose, anyway.

Neither of us had actually been to a strip club but when I stood like that for Rich, he’d insisted it looked way better than just standing there flat-footed - every time after that, it’s how I’d practiced.

Now I was in trouble for not doing the position ‘properly’. I quickly yet smoothly straightened my right leg and stood there with my feet together, hoping Mr. J wouldn’t be too mad.

“No. Go back to how you had your feet. I liked that more,” Mr. J said more softly.

I couldn’t help it. I was supposed to have a sultry look on my face, but I couldn’t completely stifle the grin threatening to spoil the pose. Mr. J, despite himself, had complimented me!

I was glad when he finally called me to assume the Pres-sent pose again, and I could drop my head so my hair was spilling over my face. I allowed my grin a moment of freedom.

I’d done it! I had assumed all five poses including the most embarrassing of them all, Ready, with my ankles behind my ears, without making a total fool of myself and I owed it all to Rich. At that moment I could have kissed my brother.

“You practiced, didn’t you, slut? You need more work but for only one official hour of training, you’ve surprised me. I really didn’t think you had it in you. Peacock,” he snapped again.

I almost jerked. But I didn’t. I managed to flow to my feet and assume the pose once more.

“Cunt, take note of the knee and foot position. You’ll be expected to match it from now on,” he spoke to mom, ignoring me. Then he proceeded to leave me in that position instead of returning me to Present.

“You worked with her, didn’t you?” Mr. Johnson asked Rich. He was smiling at Rich.

Rich made a gesture as if to say it was nothing, but he too was smiling.

“What’d you have to promise her for that?” Mr. J asked.

“I just said if she was gonna do it, she should do it right, then I worked with her for a few hours until she was passable,” Rich replied.

I wasn’t too happy that Rich had stolen some of my thunder by accepting credit, but I had to admit if we hadn’t worked together, I wouldn’t have been able to surprise Mr. J the way I had.

“What’s that slight bruise on her left tit?” He asked Rich next. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t see that there last time.”

I knew exactly what bruise Mr. J was talking about. It had been all I could do to not cry out when Rich had put it there. He’d been experimenting with the ruler and the way he used it for my corrections.

An uppercut to my boob had landed edge-on, and tears had come to my eyes. Rich had quickly reached out with his other hand and stroked the Mark he’d made, as if in awe of both what he’d done and how it had marked me. Then he’d praised me for being so tough.

The combination of touch and praise had gone straight to my core. I wanted him to do it again, just so he could tell me, I don’t know, how strong I was, or what a good girl I was for not crying. I was still processing that discovery.

“You know how sluts are,” Rich said, to avoid telling Mr. J what had actually happened.

Mr. Johnson just laughed at Rich’s comment as if he DID know. I felt glad that Rich hadn’t taken credit for that too, or told Mr. J I’d started accepting punishments when I screwed up - or wasn’t perfect enough.

I didn’t want Mr. J to think it was alright for HIM to correct me the way Rich could. I’d learned a grudging respect for Mr. J but I wasn’t about to let him think I was trying to impress him, even though I suspected that maybe I was.

I was certainly not ready for Mr. J to beat me the way Rich did because Rich did it to help me. Mr. J would just do it because he liked to and thought it was okay.

Mr. J and Rich turned their attention to Mr. J’s computer setup, but I wasn’t allowed to relax. They talked quietly and I couldn’t make out what they were saying but computers didn’t excite me anyway, so I mostly tuned them out.

Every now and again Mr. J would glance my way, so I had to maintain my Peacock position. My calves started burning, but not until after my arms had started to tremble from holding the imaginary pole behind my head. I didn’t know that even without holding something real, my arms could get tired so quickly.

A few times, I considered asking to be allowed back into the Present pose, but I decided that’s exactly what Mr. J wanted, so I toughed it out for another minute before I again considered making the request.

Mr. J beat me to my limit but not by much. He seemed to know that I was going to admit defeat, and mere moments before I knew my arms would give out, he barked, “Spoon!” Rich and Mr. J walked back over towards me to watch me. The attention made my skin crawl but also excited me.

It wasn’t Present or Pres-sent, the two most comfortable positions, but the change made me instantly grateful to be using alternate muscles despite how vulnerable I felt with my butt in the air and boobs mashed into the cold tile floor.

“And that’s how you do it,” I heard Mr. J mumble.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it was he could do. I knew better than to ask though, in case he ordered me back into Peacock position.

Rich and I would definitely be having words when we got home, though. I’d used the whole time I wasn’t considering asking for a position change while maintaining the Peacock position, fired up by Rich taking credit for all my hard work.

It just wasn’t fair. I was the one who agreed to let him train me. I was the one putting in all the hard work and accepting all the corrections with the ruler. All he’d had to do was ogle me and swing one arm or the other.

Any simpleton could have done that. It might be too late to get him to take back his claim of having spent hours ‘working’ with me but not too late to let Mr. J know he had really just watched me show off getting each position right.

I didn’t have to stay in Spoon for long, which was a relief. Although it was much more relaxing, it was twice as humiliating especially when Mr. J acted like he was about to touch my butt or slide a finger down the crack of my ass, just to scare me. He didn’t ACTUALLY touch me at all, but he played like he was going to, more than three times. It was very stressful.

“Present,” Mr. J ordered after glancing at his watch.

I almost groaned in pleasure at the instruction but I didn’t and in fact I think I moved even more smoothly than I had previously, transitioning from Spoon to Present.

Mr. J was actually looking in the direction of the front door when the knock came. It sounded to me like someone was trying to hammer their way through the door but Mr. J just smiled.

“Right on time,” he said to Rich. “I respect promptness,” he quipped. “Cunt, get your ass out of that cage, lose the cock gag and Pre-sent, facing the hallway.”

Mom crawled out of the cage, already using her hands for working the strap on the back of the gag she wore instead of balancing herself while crawling. I would have thought she wasn’t allowed to touch the gag herself. What was stopping her from just getting sick of it and taking it off any time she wanted?

I couldn’t see her face when she pulled the gag out, but when she set it on the floor next to her, I saw that it wasn’t just a gag. It had a part shaped like a dick that was as long and round as a Snickers bar. Not the King-sized candy bar but still pretty big! She’d had it in her mouth the whole time we’d been here too!

I could see her neck was a blotchy pink from blushing, but she wasn’t making eye contact with either me or Rich so I couldn’t be sure of that. I know I would have been blushing if I’d had to let my kids see I’d been sucking a plastic dick while they were visiting!

I suddenly heard a growl coming from the front door that scared me. It sounded like a bear or something and it was getting closer! Mr. J’s front door was at the far end of an ‘L-shaped’ hallway so the front door itself wasn’t visible even though I was in the Pre-sent position and could look around.

The growl resolved itself into a voice. The deepest voice is ever heard, matched only by his size when he came around the corner. I’d say he was eight feet tall but he didn’t have to duck to walk through Mr. J’s house. He did barely clear the door frame though.

He wasn’t really fat-fat but he was about two of mom wide and another two deep. He was massive! I did NOT want to see him have sex with mom! That’d be like watching a gorilla have sex with a child. There was that much difference in their sizes!

All I could do was gulp and hope he didn’t see me to the side and behind mom. It wasn’t even that I was naked. I was just plain terrified of him.

“Nice piece,” he growled, looking at mom as if he was looking right through her. “She still have teeth?” He asked.

That seemed like the weirdest question ever until I thought about it. She was bald without a single hair on her head and her skull was glistening from a recent coat of what was probably baby oil. Or at least I hoped that was all it was.

“Yes and all her own. I prefer her that way,” he said as if he wouldn’t have hesitated to have her teeth removed if he didn’t approve.

Have I said that Mr. J could be scary too, sometimes?

The big man didn’t acknowledge either me or Rich who was sitting on the couch. Instead he just reached for his belt.

There was no hesitation and he was quick. He simply dropped his pants. He wasn’t even wearing underwear. His cock wasn’t large, maybe that same Snickers bar size and it pointed down instead of up or out. He didn’t care that he was being watched.

He just walked up to mom, turned her head to the side, and pushed it into her mouth. Mom didn’t struggle or anything but instead, let him do it. I think he did it that way so I couldn’t miss the way she gobbled him down to the root with hardly a sound. I was seeing my first ever blowjob and it was being given by my mom.

With mom’s spit all over it and his cock looking a little bigger when he pulled out again, like it was pointed more outward or something, he roughly kicked her knees to the side, signalling that he wanted her to move her whole body the way he’d moved her head.

Mom wasn’t even breathing heavily. She obediently shuffled around for him, though. Now both Rich and I were seeing her from the side so that when he probed her mouth again, we’d see her mouth bulge from a different angle.

Instead of putting it back, he slapped her cheek with it a few times and I watched it actually get bigger. The second time he pushed himself into her mouth, mom made a ‘gak’ noise when he told her to suck, simultaneously pushing in deeper.

He must have hit the top of her throat and that’s what had caused her to emit that weird noise. That only seemed to please him more and he grabbed the back of her skull and pulled her even harder onto his cock, jackhammering her mouth and likely bruising her lips.

There was that ‘gak’ noise again each time he pulled her onto his cock. Then he stopped as if taking a break, but he stayed buried in her mouth. She just let him. I have no idea how she was breathing.

“I ain’t doing this for you, bitch. Fuck my cock with your cum hole!” He demanded as though mom had been resisting him or something.

Mom started to pound her own face onto his cock and on about the sixth or seventh thrust, the gak noise was replaced by a full on heave. Her tummy contracted, and she threw up on his cock.

I almost smiled. He deserved to have her throw up on him. But my smile disappeared when she didn’t stop heaving her face onto his cock. She kept doing it while puke squirted out her tightly clamped lips.

“Open,” he ordered.

Mom kept jacking his cock with her whole head while simultaneously throwing up on herself and his cock. The only difference was that her mouth was now open as wide as she could get it. He didn’t even seem to mind her puking at all, even though the smell was making ME want to throw up now.

When he next pulled free of her mouth she gasped. I didn’t blame her. His cock had grown to twice its original size and was fatter too. He hadn’t even been hard when he’d started!

“Ready for more, slut?” He asked and then held her head by her ears to stop her when she wordlessly tried to resume her blowjob despite the mess she’d made.

There was a river of puke that had made its way between her boobs to her lap. She was breathing so hard she was gasping for breath yet trying to get him into her mouth again. All the guy did was let go of one of her ears to slap her face back and forth like he was punishing her for something I didn’t understand.

“Beg!” He ordered.

Mom’s voice was like that of an old woman when she begged for more. I mean it didn’t sound like hers at all. I could imagine how much it must have hurt to talk at all, after having what had to be nine inches of dick halfway way down her throat.

But despite that, she seemed eager to continue and ignored the slaps which if anything, seemed to turn her on.

The man once more took control and pushed his cock into her mouth half way.

“Suck!” He once again used the one word command. Mom’s lips immediately formed a seal around his cock

I was getting nauseated by the smell but at the same time I couldn’t take my eyes off what was happening. At first, it was like watching a train wreck. Appalled but unable to look away.

I wanted it to be over but at the same time, I wanted him to keep going until mom gave up. But she didn’t. Minute after minute she took his punishment as if she couldn’t get enough of his mistreatment - or his cock.

As I watched transfixed, I wondered how it’d feel to have a cock in my mouth at all, much less being as rough as the guy was being.

I imagined Rich doing that to me. Then I felt guilty for even thinking that. I was a good girl being subjected to this, not an eager participant!

I was almost relieved when the guy grunted and came. He must have shot most of his load down her throat but he still had dribbles coming out of his cock when he pulled all the way out and gave her a semen moustache.

Just like that - a guy jizzed right in front of me. I couldn’t look away. I had felt a little like Red Riding Hood walking into the wolf’s house every time I came to Mr. J’s home. I told myself I was here because I HAD to find out what happened to mom. I’d also been genuinely intrigued by what could have made her make this choice. However, now I was not sure if I was disgusted, fascinated, amused or a little of all three. A guy came on my mom and everyone acted like it was perfectly normal - even Rich.

Mom just lovingly kissed the tip of his cock like she was in love with it. The guy stepped back, pulled his pants back up and zipped himself away again. He was gross. He had puke in his pubes! What had his dick tasted like when he started if that was how lax his hygiene standards were.

“Hey, new record,” he exclaimed to Mr. J as if gloating about something.

“Twelve minutes and thirteen seconds,” Mr. J agreed. “Still, that’s thirteen seconds longer than it should have taken. I’ll make Cunt pay for that later. Won’t you Cunt?” He asked mom.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master. I’ll do better next time.”

“I know you will. But next time is going to be someone who values the ride more than the destination so you’ll have your work cut out for you in a different way,” he said.

I didn’t know what any of that meant. Hell I didn’t even know if the big man was gloating because he’d lasted so long or cum so quickly. It was all very confusing and not just because I was hornier now than I’d ever been before.

When Mr. J got back from letting the big man out, he made mom clean up the mess she’d made, and I had to help her. I was almost dry-heaving, but I knew it had to be done, and I didn’t for a moment think either Mr. J or Rich would volunteer.

I watched mom scrape her puke off the tile and into a bucket then I took the bucket to the sink and let the contents drain. It was so incredibly gross!

I did manage to ask her a couple questions while we were working together.

“You acted like you really liked that, mom, but it was so ... brutal!”

“I’m no longer your mom, slut. We’ve been over this. I’ll always be your biological mom, but I no longer have any parental authority over you and Rich. I gave that up when I came here. Please just call me, Cunt. You have to get used to it like I did,” she whispered.

Her request reminded me of a conversation we had once when I called Emily Baker a cunt for getting me in trouble with a teacher in fifth grade. Mom had been so mad that I’d used that word, saying there was no possible worse one. That’s why after that, I tried to never cuss.

Now she was asking me to call HER that. I guess in some way it was the same as how I needed to get used to my brother calling me slut. I wouldn’t mean it when I called my mom a cunt, not really, anyway.

I hoped Rich didn’t mean it when he called me slut, although I sometimes felt like he did. Those were usually at times when I was thrusting out my chest in a couple of the positions, I’d been learning but not enough to satisfy him. He’d tell me to stick my boobs out more and at the same time, whack my butt with the ruler to encourage me.

When he called me slut while we were just talking, he made the word sound special, like it was a pet name or something. I quite liked being called a slut then, because it was just between us. It was confusing and it’d be uncomfortable for a while, but I’d try to remember to always call mom, Cunt.

“Okay, Cunt.” I agreed. I couldn’t keep a completely straight face, though. It still seemed so naughty and wrong to call her that. I know I’d done it last time, but I’m just not big on cussing and no matter what I learned of her new life next door, she would always BE my mom. It was too late to undo that now.

“So did you like eating that guy’s cock? He was so mean and rough! He smacked your face with his dick!”

“That just helped him get it hard, slut. Don’t tell me a guy’s never done that with you?”

I hadn’t actually known my mom didn’t know I was still a virgin. I just assumed she’d think I was until she knew I wasn’t.

“None of the guys I know would’ve dared!” I said, which was true. No guy I knew would think it was okay to whip out his dick in the first place! “But you looked like puking on dick was your favorite thing! It was SO gross! I expected him to freak out.”

“He knew what he was doing. It’s what he wanted. I could have taken him without puking if I didn’t think he wanted me to. You just get to learn people when you’ve had as much practice as me.”

My mom the cocksucker. Skilled at puking when required and taking a nine inch cock down her throat when not. How did she learn that?

“Have you had a cock as big as that?” Mom asked.

“Cunt!” I hissed. It was easier to call her that when I was embarrassed and didn’t know what else to say.

Maybe that’s what happened with Rich too. He didn’t want to show his frustration with me, so he put his feelings into a word I had to get used to anyway. That seemed the most likely reason and it would be so like Rich to be thoughtful like that. He might be stupid, but he was stupid and thoughtful.

Anyway, I certainly hadn’t wanted to tell mom I’d never been in contact with a real dick so the easiest response was to call her a cunt and put all my emotion into it.

“Sorry, slut. Tell Master and he’ll punish me for being so forward,” mom quietly replied, sounding chastised.

I wasn’t sure if she was warning me not to tell Mr. J, asking me to, or just letting me know how Mr. J would react if I DID say something. What I really couldn’t decide was whether it was something she wanted or feared.

This was certainly not the mom I knew anymore, but I couldn’t really talk about my feelings while I was helping her clean up puke. I knew I’d get my chance once my hour was up.

Once the living room was cleaned and smelled faintly of Pinesol, Mr. J gave me a choice. I could either dust his home or learn more positions.

It wasn’t even a choice for me. Why would I want to dust!

Mr. Johnson shrugged and produced a feather duster. But it wasn’t a standard feather duster. It was connected to another of his gags!

This time mom didn’t go and spend time with Rich while I learned what Mr. J said would be another three positions. Her job was to dust the pictures on the walls, the ornaments that Mr. J had on cabinets and shelves around his house.

They looked dust-free to me, but Mr. J explained they only stayed dust free by getting constant attention. He said that while he was attaching wrist and ankle cuffs to mom so her hands could be bound behind her back and she could be hobbled. She seemed to accept the restraints like she’d been bound daily forever.

Rich was asked to observe while I learned the new positions. He looked longingly at mom for a second before he nodded and focused on me. I felt kind of bad for Rich. Last time he’d got to spend time with mom while I trained.

This time it looked like he wouldn’t get to spend one-on-one time with her at all because of me. It was new, feeling bad for Rich because of something I wanted, but I justified it by deciding that Mr. J treated guys differently than girls so if Rich wanted, he could have just said he wanted alone time with mom. He didn’t, so that was his bad and not my problem. It was actually kind of flattering.

The new positions were a whole new level of demeaning. I thought the Ready position had been about as humiliating as anything a woman could be subjected to until I was put into what Mr. J called a Side Tableau.

It was a variation on the Tableau position but instead of just being on hands and knees on the floor like I would be in the Tableau position with my boobs hanging under me and my knees tightly together, it was about balance.

Mr. J explained there was a third version of Tableau called Compact Tableau but he didn’t think I was capable of it because my boobs were too big so instead, he put me in Tableau position then had me spread my knees as far apart as I could.

I could feel my privates open in this position and I was sure my cheeks were no longer hiding my butt hole. Talk about embarrassing!

“Now lift your arms off the floor and interlace your fingers on your head,” he commanded.

I thought I was going to fall on my face! Still, I gingerly lifted first one hand then the other and interlaced them behind my head. Using my back muscles I was able to stay balanced on my lower legs but it was hard!

When Mr. J said I could sit back on my thighs a bit to adjust the “height” of the table, I was immediately grateful. It made a huge difference although keeping my back straight at any height was a bigger challenge than anything I’d done previously.

I spent a total of about twenty minutes just getting it right. Forget about being elegant with it! Mr. J was not impressed. He’d expected to teach me three positions and we’d only done one so far. He threatened to take however long it took to complete the three but Rich came to my rescue on a roundabout way.

“She’s just a dumb slut, Jim. Polishing a turd doesn’t stop it being a turd. It just takes her longer but she can do it and she’s clearly doing her best. If it takes more than an hour of intense effort, you can’t really hold it against her. It’s not like there won’t be a next time,” he assured Mr. J.

My brother had called me dumb, which was rich coming from Rich. He’d called me a turd which was just plain mean, but he’d also gotten me out of having to spend another whole hour doing this, so I was quietly grateful. I’d still have words to say to him when we got home, though!

“Okay, we’ll call this an hour then. But remember that you owe me eight minutes, slut. Anyway, I’ve got shit to do,” Mr. J told me.

I didn’t want to owe Mr. J anything. It’s why I’d agreed to his training in the first place. Knowing he had eight minutes, he could hold over my head wouldn’t work for me.

“I can practice transitions to the new positions for eight minutes if you want, Sir?” I asked politely.

“I told you I have shit to do, slut. Who’s going to supervise you? He asked, not expecting an answer. He said it as though it was just a fact that if he couldn’t supervise me, he didn’t want me doing anything to eat up my promised hour.

“Rich?” I replied quietly anyway.

Mr. J just laughed. “Yeah right. As if you’ll listen to anything ... how’d you put it? Yeah. Your ‘dumbass brother’ ... says?

He’d backed me into a corner with that statement. I could either promise I would, admit I already had or agree that I wouldn’t. I went with a shrug that made my boobs bounce.

That got me a little smile from Mr. J. Slut,” he said as if I’d lived up to the name he was calling me, but he let the idea drop, neither agreeing or refusing my suggestion.

As soon as he turned his back on me to check mom’s progress, Rich said to me, “Heel.”

I felt like a dog being ordered by its master, but I quickly crawled over to my little brother and knelt next to him anyway. Maybe Rich had another idea that Mr. J would accept? I was sure Rich knew I wouldn’t want to owe Mr. J eight minutes.

“Good slut,” Rich said in that voice of praise he uses when we’re alone. Want to do some transitions? I’ll watch you, okay, slut?”

Mr. J acted like he wasn’t hearing Rich talk, but I’m sure he did.

For the next eight minutes I transitioned from Pole Dance to Side Tableau, to Spoon, to Side Tableau, to Pres-sent, to Side Tableau, to Present, to Side Tableau, to Tableau, to Side Tableau then through the lot again.

I only stayed in each of the original five positions long enough to establish that I had clearly achieved the position then Rich gave the order for the next. I was still having difficulty with the Side Tableau because each time, Rich motioned me to kneel up higher and higher by tapping my butt.

It wasn’t a slap or anything, just a polite upward tap with his fingers on the crease where my thigh meets my butt cheek. Almost strumming my butt cheek, using one finger at a time but quite quickly. It felt really good and I didn’t mind it at all, even when he accidentally brushed my privates from behind a couple of times. I pretended not to notice, and may have even backed into it once or twice. I knew I shouldn’t but it was strangely as pleasurable as it was humiliating and annoying.

I found myself doing my absolute best for him despite how much my back began to hurt from using it to support my whole upper half without using my hands.

I almost collapsed at the end when Rich playfully swiped his hand between my legs, all the way from the top of my cooter to my butt hole in the back before giggling at his joke on me. I almost came on his hand and he had to have felt how wet I was.

“Hey, Cunt. You finished dusting yet? Slut’s done her time and now it’s your turn,” Rich called into the hallway where mom had gone as she worked her way through the house.

“Slut, I didn’t get time with Cunt today because I had to help you. Could we maybe share her this time?” He asked.

My green-eyed monster peeked out. I’d worked hard to get some one-on-one time with mom, and my little brother was trying to horn in on it now. I wanted to have some girl talk with mom, to understand everything that had led up to her disappearance three months ago, not to sit around with my dorky brother talking about video games or what he did in geometry or whatever, at school.

“Five minutes, squirt,” I reluctantly offered.

“Forty five! I gave up any chance with mom when you needed me,” he shot back.

I answered before I thought about what he said, increasing my offer to ten minutes. Then I realized what he’d said. I hadn’t asked him to help me! That was all Mr. J.

Still, it had made it easier to perform the humiliating poses with him there, keeping Mr. J in check.

I rolled my eyes but felt particularly magnanimous when I said, “Fifteen minutes, but no school talk!”

I figured I’d make up the time tomorrow when we came over again. It just really sucked that I could only get thirty minutes and I hated giving half of that precious time away for my dumb brother to share.

“Thanks, slut. I know how much having mom-time means to you too,” Rich said like he really meant it. I immediately felt bad for having argued about it in the first place. He really was a pretty good little brother.

Rich led the way to the spare room after mom finally reappeared from the hallway, wiping her mouth. Mr. J must have removed her feather gag.

“On your cheek, Cunt,” Rich said with a smile, making mom blush as she wiped first one cheek then the other before she realized Rich was joking and she didn’t have semen in her cheek at all.

I couldn’t help but giggle. Rich hadn’t actually SAID she had spooge on her cheek, he’d just inferred it, but we both understood it, and it WAS funny.

Even funnier was that mom had been face-fucked by a stranger right in front of us less than an hour earlier. She had no business blushing now!

“Just see if I tell YOU if I catch you with cum on your face some day,” mom said, but she was smiling. I giggled louder. As if THAT would ever happen!

We all went into the room and Rich closed the door behind us and then ordered us onto the bed. After we were comfortable, he sat down and snuggled up to the other side of mom like it didn’t make a lick of difference to him that she was naked or that his head was resting on her boob.

“I missed this, mom,” he said, raising a hand and beginning to idly play with a nipple ring as if he were twirling a lock of her hair like he used to love to do. Of course now that she was bald, she had no hair to twirl so he’d found the next best thing. If it wasn’t so weird it’d have been cute. Mom didn’t seem upset by his familiarity with her boob, though.

“I miss you guys too, you know,” mom said after a couple seconds. “It was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make, I promise. But I was convinced you’d never understand. Boy was I wrong,” she said sadly.

“Actually, Cunt, I don’t really completely understand at all,” Rich admitted. “You didn’t even give us a chance to understand. You just made the choice for us. You decided we couldn’t handle you being yourself. Dad certainly understood enough to keep it from us for so long, too, but that’s because he’s avoiding the whole thing and just getting drunk every day instead of facing up to what HE is.”

To be honest, I got lost in what my little brother was trying to say. All I heard was that he didn’t understand why mom left.

“You got sick of dad treating you like a porcelain doll, didn’t you mom ... Cunt?” I said, to help mom out.

“That’s one reason, slut. But I felt guilty, too. As I said last time, part of the reason Master calls me Cunt is because I am one. I would come over here, fuck and suck, get used like a rubber play toy, then go home and poke fun at your dad for being so uptight. He just kept taking it, knowing I was cheating on him and not once ever confronting me about it. It hurt to know he was just letting me get away with being a cunt. I associated his refusal to put me in my place like Master does, as not loving me enough to give me what I need.”

“Ooh,” mom said suddenly, before glancing over at Rich. “Ooooh!” She said again and I realized Rich had begun twisting her nipple ring. “Be careful not to rip it out, Sir,” she said to Rich with a smile to show she was only joking.

“When did you first deepthroat a cock like that guy had today?” Rich asked.

“Your dad, actually. His is quite impressive, but you probably didn’t want to know that,” mom said.

She was right. I didn’t want to know that! It was enough of a shock to find out mom did sex stuff at all, much less the kinky stuff she did with Mr. J.

I’d obviously gotten over that and had been quite excited at the prospect of seeing her having sex in front of me, but I did not need to know dad was hung too. Him I couldn’t EVER imagine even HAVING sex despite the fact that we existed as a result of that sex. It wouldn’t have been so bad to hear he was hung like a clitoris because he was just such a pussy. He didn’t deserve to have a big dick, in my opinion.

“Cool. Did he ever face fuck you like that guy today?” Rich pressed.

I wanted to start singing la-la-la in my head so I wouldn’t hear any more but mom answered him too quickly.

“Never! It was hard enough to get him to let me put it in my mouth at all, but when he did, I made full use of it before it was too late. He has a bit of a hair trigger,” she said with a smile.

Well at least THAT made sense.

“So how’d you find out you liked it so much?” Rich asked, not at all reluctant to ask mom about her sex life.

“Oral or face fucking, Sir?” She asked Rich.

It was hard listening to mom call Rich Sir, so often. He’d always been her little Richie. I would have laid money on the fact that Rich didn’t like it either, just like I still didn’t like it when Mr. J called me slut. But I kept that to myself. So did he.

“Both, Cunt. You couldn’t like face fucking unless you loved having a cock buried in your upper cock hole, now could you?” Rich replied. But although he’d spoken so vulgarly, it sounded cute coming from him. I doubted I could EVER talk like that.

“Well ever since I first gave oral sex I’ve loved tasting cock. I think I was thirteen. But I’ve really only been introduced to face fucking since I’ve been Master’s property,” she admitted.

The idea of being property made me shudder and juice and it was like my hard nipples vibrated to the sound of the word. Mom had just been so matter-of-fact about it but I knew I could never be someone else’s property.

Rich kept on with his subtle interrogation, getting answers to questions I didn’t even know I had to. At some point his hand slid down her belly and he started the same idle fiddling with the ring she has in her privates. Mom blushed but never once told him to stop.

At almost exactly fifteen minutes, Rich stopped asking questions, got up off the bed, and gave mom a longish kiss right above her ear on the side of her bald head. He then came around the other side of her and lingeringly kissed my cheek. I think it was the first time he’d EVER done that.

I half wanted to wipe his cooties off my cheek with my forearm, but I also half wanted to turn my head so he’d kiss my lips. I was feeling all kinds of messed up. I didn’t do either, but instead, just sat still and let him do it, without a single complaint.

“See you in fifteen, Slut. Bye, Cunt,” he said and left us alone.

“Are you and Sir Rich...?” Mom asked once the door shut.

I knew exactly what mom was asking. “NO! That’s disgusting! How could you ask that?” I demanded.

“Sorry, slut! But the way you’re denying it...”

“I am NOT fucking my dumb, baby brother, Cunt!” I made absolutely sure I called him a baby AND a dummy, as well as calling mom Cunt. “But I DO have more questions for you. For example, what exactly do you see in Mr. J? I mean dad’s not a lot of things but at least he’s handsome. Mr. J is ... well he’s ickky. Why would you give up a guy who looks like dad for a guy who looks more like Ron Jeremy?”

“Ron who? Is he a congressman or something?” Mom asked naively.

Ron Jeremy was my favorite retro porn star, mostly because he just made the porn actresses look hotter in comparison to him. But he cums gallons and that’s always been a trigger for me. I certainly didn’t want to ask if Mr. J came buckets too, though.

“Just an ugly, hairy old guy,” I clarified.

“There is more to a person than just how he looks, slut. How would you feel if guys only like rail thin girls with no tits or ass? Would you hope they could see past that to the real you?”

“Unfortunately, Cunt, guys ONLY like chicks with big tits and bubble butts so I wouldn’t know. They won’t leave me alone!” I exaggerated. Playing off on the fact that mom didn’t know I was still a virgin.

“We’ll try, please. Master ignored me when I first met him, and that really got to me. I thought I was all that and he just didn’t seem to care. I didn’t know we shared so many interests until later. It was all about being the center of attention for me and Master refused to allow me to be. I got so mad! That’s when I started trying to tease him.”

“If you were going to fuck around on dad, you could at least have found a gym rat or something,” I lamented.

It wouldn’t have been so hard to strip and do such humiliating things if it’d been for a Greek god with the same ideas as Mr. J.

“It wasn’t like that, slut. I didn’t decide to fuck around THEN chose Master. He drew me in by being so ... aloof. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. Then he’d talk to me like I was chewing gum on the bottom of his shoe, and I knew I had to get to know him, just so I could say there was nothing redeeming about him. Well you see how that worked out. The first time he loaned me out, he made me feel like he was doing me a huge favor, too. I still kind of feel like he is, when he does.”

“Is that why he shaved you bald? Didn’t you mind? I can’t imagine sitting still while some perv shaves my hair off.”

Mom didn’t seem to mind me calling her Master a perv although I hadn’t really meant to say that out loud. She’d previously defended him when I’d called him all sorts of things, but apparently saying he was a pervert was okay.

“I wasn’t sitting, slut. I was being used for sex. You know the most satisfying sex possible is when you have no control over what’s happening, don’t you?”

I didn’t know. I hadn’t ever had sex. I had to take mom’s word for it. But I wanted to know about her shaved head. “And he just picked up a handy pair of scissors and started hacking hair off?”

“I wasn’t fucking Master. Master just came up behind me while I was being ridden by a stranger and he started shaving it off with electric clippers.”

“Just like that? Suddenly you felt clippers taking away your hair? Surely you talked about it first, though? I thought you loved your hair?”

“Master never consulted me about it. By then, I’d already agreed to him making my choices for me. My last choice was when I came to live here. I was knowingly giving up any rights or opinions I had. You could think of it as a test of my commitment. That’s how I thought of it. I still cried, though.”

“I would have freaked,” I admitted. “So he can literally do anything he wants to you? What if he decides to hang you by your boobs and let you die of starvation?”

“He could, but he wouldn’t. He’s not like that. I’m his property, and he has plans for me. I have value. I FEEL valued. If he didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here.”

“It seems more like he treats you with contempt,” I said. I wanted to tell her how different Rich is from Mr. J but of course I couldn’t. She wouldn’t understand how I could have let Rich help me practice and how great it felt when I knew I’d done something right for him.

“Master is like a bad-tempered old man with a heart of gold like they have in movies. You just have to get to know him like I do, slut.”

“No thanks. I’ll pass on that, Cunt,” I assured mom I had no intention of letting Mr. J whip me or fuck me to ‘teach’ me anything.

“But if he’s secretly such a nice guy, how can he force me to be naked and do tricks for him just to spend time with you? How can he let you have sex with other guys? That just tells me he doesn’t care for you like you’re telling me he does.”

I felt I had her there. I wasn’t trying to intentionally back her into a corner but there were just so many holes in her logic that she had to see Mr. J was just using her.

“First of all, the rules are the rules, and he has reasons for them. I don’t need to know the reasons to make them valid rules. It’s like why do you have a dress code at school when everyone wears what they want anyway? Don’t answer that, slut. It’s just an example.”

Okay, I had to give her that. I didn’t understand WHY he had his rules but I could accept he had reasons for them.

“Secondly, I have sex with whoever Master chooses, not me, and he punishes me when I displease him or who he loaned me to. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes he punishes me as a test of my loyalty too, and sometimes it’s really hard to not just quit. But I’m not a quitter and Master knows what I crave. I look forward to finding out what he’ll do next and when it’s over, I can say, ‘I got through that’.”

“Hold on a minute. You said you could quit any time?” That blew me away.

“Of course! But I wanted this. Master challenges me all the time. With your dad, I was bored for years.”

“But he keeps you in a cage, Cunt. That has got to be more boring than anything, ever,” I noted.

“It’s not my choice, slut. If I was at your house, I could just lay on the couch and watch TV all day and be bored. But that’d be on me. Here, I’m kept in a cage until I’m needed for something. Master keeps me entertained by giving me toys to use sometimes when he plans to leave me there for an extended time, but I’m never what you’d consider, ‘bored’. If I start to get antsy, Master punishes me. I’m learning patience. And there’s lots to think about while I’m in there.”

“Yeah, like what it’d be like if you weren’t in there, I bet! But what about all your soaps? You used to love watching them on TV. I remember more than once you getting angry when I interrupted one.”

“I already told you, slut. My soaps were there for me to get lost in for a little while. But I was bored and it was my fault. Now there’s a possibility of 24/7 sex. Soaps are watching fantasies, I am living them.”

“So it’s all about sex? That’s it?” I couldn’t believe that’s all this was. I was livid with her for leaving me without a clue as to why. I was intrigued by her reasons despite it all. I simply had to understand my mother’s motivations.

I had come too far and done too much to be denied the answers to my questions.

“I really enjoy pleasing Master and anyone he loans me to. There’s so much variety. In the morning I might be with a guy who wants nothing but a rough BJ like you saw earlier in the afternoon. Master might have me on my stand, fucking my cunt and ass with a fifteen inch dildo while he’s on his computer. But it’s the lifestyle and what I get out of it, as much as the sex. The exchange of power between us doesn’t flow just one way. It’s hard to explain, but I wake up every day knowing EXACTLY what is expected of me. There is liberation in submission that you are too young to understand, Erin. I’m owned. I’m wanted. I belong to him. I’m his toy. Your dad never wanted to own me, and now I’m owned all day, every day with no say in how I’m used. It’s like nothing I’ve ever known before.”

Mom had said so much that I’d have to process. I could imagine being someone’s whole world like Mr. J was to mom, but I didn’t want the responsibility of owning another person like Mr. J did with mom.

Maybe Mr. J felt the same way about mom? As if she was HIS whole world, too? Maybe he woke up every morning with ideas about how he could play with his favorite toy and make her do anything he wanted.

I could see how mom would like that. Being up for absolutely anything as long as she knew it’s what Mr. J wanted. Not being given a say in what demeaning, degrading and maybe painful thing he wanted her to endure, and she did it to prove to herself that she could.

Yeah, I could see that. Dad could have done that for mom, and he refused. She had to come here to get it. Dad is weak and my mom is way stronger. She HAD to be, to embrace this lifestyle. It made me want to try it, too. But I could never ask an old man mom’s age to do it. And I couldn’t trust him enough to give him ALL my power like mom does.

Then there’s dad. Mom said he was hung. If it really had all been about sex, mom could have forced him to be the man she wanted. To give her all the sex she could take yet she hadn’t.

She hadn’t because dad just isn’t capable of being the man Mr. J is. She’d even said dad knew she was messing around on him and still he did nothing about it except drink more.

It hurt to know my father is such a pussy but it was nice to know mom was happy. Happy to be kept in a cage and loaned out to others and be punished, sometimes for no reason other than Mr. J feeling like it.

I found myself wishing dad could be happy too. My dad does have his good points and he IS my dad. He’s just weak. I’d never be weak.

“You could have stayed living with us, though, Cunt. You could have just told dad you belong to Mr. J. Dad wouldn’t have done anything.”

“Your father told me he wasn’t having a slut living under his roof and rubbing his nose in it every day. He told me to choose. I could either give up Master or give you up. I couldn’t choose. So Master did. He said you’d come looking for me. Actually he said Rich would, but that you wouldn’t because you’re a self centered bitch anyway.”

Mom blushed a little then admitted, “He saw you with a different guy outside the house every day for a while, a little while after I came here. He said that proved he was right about you.”

“That was a bad experiment, Cunt. I never did any more than kiss those boys.”

“Okay, but you can see why Master developed the opinion of you that he did. You always wear really tight jeans and shirts, you wear makeup and you ... well let’s just say you’re a walking sexpot.”

“I am not! I’m sixteen and a half, and I don’t even have a steady boyfriend. I’ve NEVER had a real boyfriend.”

Rich came back and told us our time was over, and Mr. J had stuff for mom to do in his bedroom. It didn’t seem like I’d used the whole rest of the half hour but it just wasn’t long enough. I was considering the idea of offering myself for two hours of training so I could spend a whole hour with mom when Rich broke some news I didn’t want to hear.

“You can ask Jim yourself but he already told me, Cunt and him are going away for a couple weeks down to PCB,” Rich repeated when I said I didn’t believe him. “She’s packing for him now. He did tell you he had stuff to do, remember, slut?”

“But that’s not fair! I only just found her again,” I whined. I didn’t want to admit that mom’s life was fascinating to me in a weird non-momly way.

“It’s not forever, slut. We didn’t see her for three months. What’s a couple more weeks?” He asked, but he sounded as down as I felt. I knew he’d missed mom as much as I had.

“I know, but still. I was going to offer to do extra training in exchange for more time with mom,” I said even though I hadn’t actually decided I would. That kind of just popped out because I’d been thinking about it.

Rich made a thoughtful face, but he didn’t immediately say anything about my idea. I was pretty sure he was thinking the idea would get shot down.

We were alone in Mr. J’s living room waiting for Mr. J to finish up something. He wanted to see us before we left, Rich’d said. It was kind of strange to be left alone in the neighbor’s living room without him right there.

Rich had told me to heel again, and although I rolled my eyes a bit, I did as he ordered, crawled over to him then turned around and knelt facing the same direction as Rich - looking at the hallway door where Mr. J would come from when he returned.

I mean what else was I going to do since I wasn’t allowed to sit on Mr. J’s furniture anyway? I did feel like panting like a dog just to make a point to Rich about the way my brother was treating me as if I was his puppy. I didn’t, but I was tempted to.

Mr. J came back and I’d expected mom would be hot on his heels, crawling along with her boobs banging together as she moved, but she wasn’t following him.

“Where’s Cunt?” Rich asked before I could.

“She’s busy, Rich. That’s why I had you say bye before. I’ll give you a call after we’re back, to schedule your next visit. Yours too, slut, if you still want to.”

I didn’t know what he meant by that but I didn’t get to ask because he went on, “I’ll need a couple of days or so to get back into the swing of things so you may as well call it three weeks, Rich.”

“Damn,” Rich said, putting voice to my thought. What about what we talked about before. Slut seems eager,” he said causing me to look up at him in confusion.

I had no idea what I was eager about!

“Is she, now?” Mr. J raised an eyebrow.

“She just said she wanted to double her training to two hours,” Rich said. I could have kicked him! That was just a thought I’d had.

“She could learn all twelve positions in a couple-three sessions at that rate,” Mr. J said, sounding thoughtful. “Then what would she do?”

Mr. J looked down at me. He sounded just as gruff as always and maybe I was hearing something that wasn’t in his voice - it sounded like regret. “I don’t think so, slut. An hour out of my life is all I’m willing to sacrifice for you with no return on investment. You learn way too slowly half the time anyway. You couldn’t handle anything more advanced. Look at today. One position. Really?”

I wanted to remind him that more than half the time was taken up watching the fat man then cleaning up the mess he’d caused. Instead I looked down. He already knew that.

“May I ask a question, Sir?” I said, still looking at the floor.

“Are you not going to be home when you get back or do you just want us to leave you alone for a while? I mean I was wondering if maybe ... we could meet mom ... Cunt ... in the backyard?” I suggested hopefully, looking up at him through the curtain of my hair.

“Cunt will be busy too,” he said gruffly.

“What about if slut makes it worth your while?” Rich asked.

I nearly whacked Rich again. That offer sounded so rude!

“Whatcha got in mind, Rich?” Mr. Johnson asked, sounding interested, but not even paying me any attention at all now. He was focused on my little brother.

“I dunno, really. It was just a spur of the moment thought,” Rich replied then paused, thinking. After a good ten seconds he said, “How about this? Slut offered to do extra training for more time with Cunt. What about if she comes up with a routine for you to critique the day you get back? Before you get busy again? If you like it, you set aside some time for us with Cunt each day and then slut pays for it in training hours later?”

“I don’t do credit. I’ve been burned by that when I was little more than your age,” Mr. J said immediately.

I didn’t know if he meant he’d loaned money when he was around our age or if he was training girls way back before there were computers and phones. I stayed quiet, although Rich and I were DEFINITELY going to talk at home about him throwing me under the bus like this!

“It’s not really credit, Jim. Slut would have two weeks to come up with some sort of truly spectacular routine, and if you aren’t impressed, you lose nothing.”

I didn’t know what Rich was thinking. I am NOT a dancer. I’ve got three left feet. There was no way I could do what he was suggesting. I watched Mr. J tossing the idea around in his head then he seemed to come to a decision.

“There’s a stapled set of three red pages on my desk. When a normal slut has been trained in all twelve positions and can demonstrate them flawlessly, she gets an opportunity to train using what’s on those pages. If slut here wants to try doing those the day I get back, I’ll give her the chance. It takes about an hour to demonstrate everything.”

“She’ll do it!” Rich magnanimously offered me up for the challenge without even knowing what was on the pages.

“Wait a minute, Rich. Think about it first. If she fucks it up, I’m free of her for a week and we start back where we left off today once a visit’s been scheduled.”

“And what if she does a good job?” Rich pressed.

“If she aces it, I’ll give you an hour each day to share with Cunt, but your slut will give me the whole day in exchange, that following Saturday. That’s my offer, take it or leave it.”

I wanted to speak up, telling both of them what they could do with their negotiations, because that’s what they sounded like to me. I’m not a toy. I’m not an item to be discussed, and mostly, I was right here! They were discussing what I could and couldn’t do as if I wasn’t even there, naked, kneeling at my little brother’s feet. It was just SO wrong! But before I could speak, Rich spoke up, in a louder than usual voice.

“We’ll take it,” Rich almost squealed, sounding excited.

He seemed to have a lot of confidence in me. I’ll give my brother that. I didn’t even know what was on the pages and I doubted Rich did either. What if there were sex things on there? That would be an immediate deal breaker as far as I was concerned. I wasn’t going to suck Mr. J’s dick or anything like that, even for time with Cunt.

Then even if I successfully got through the red list and impressed Mr. J, I’d still have to spend a whole day training for him. I guess it was still a no-brainer for a little brother whose ass wasn’t on the line.

But I relaxed a bit when I thought it through. This was about getting to see mom again, a week earlier. If I screwed up, I’d only miss a week’s worth of answers to my important questions for mom. If I succeeded, I’d get five HOURS with mom that I wouldn’t have otherwise had.

No one asked me if I was good with the deal. That irked me, but I’d been silent so long I couldn’t really say anything now. So I glowered in silence while Mr. Johnson and Rich said their goodbyes. I didn’t even get to say bye to mom. That was the worst part. Rich should have insisted.

At the door I jerkily wrenched on my underwear, dress, shoes then coat, trying to make it obvious I was upset. What pissed me off even more is that Rich didn’t come to my rescue once I was dressed.

They both stood there looking at me, Rich with the red pages clutched in his hand. I had to ask Mr. J to unlock his front door. I did it politely, but through clenched teeth, which just made Mr. J chuckle as he pulled out his keys.

I stalked out in front of Rich and strode purposefully down his path, across the grass and onto our property, nearly twisting my ankle in the heeled shoes I still wasn’t used to. I considered slamming our front door in Rich’s face but I didn’t. I certainly let him have it right in our living room when he finally caught up to me, though!

“What the heck was that all about?” I demanded loudly when Rich closed the front door behind himself.

“What?” Rich answered as though he was totally innocent.

“All of it! From the time you first told me to heel! I’m not a dog! Then at the end, you just offered me up like I was nothing? You are my LITTLE brother, Rich. I’m almost two years older than you! You can’t go around making half baked deals on my behalf! I don’t even know what’s on those pages!”

“First of all, slut, calm down! Dad’s here!” Rich whisper-hissed. “Secondly, I did what I needed to do to get you what you wanted. I saw the look on your face when Jim said you owed him time. I got you settled up so that wasn’t left hanging over your head. You’re welcome, by the way. YOU should owe ME!”

Rich saying that the way he did surprisingly did calm me down. I expected he’d be cowed when I lit him up with my accusations but instead, he’d come right back at me with logic. I hated that, especially from my dumbass little brother. But he did have a point.

“Okay. Thanks for that,” I said a lot more quietly. “But then you told me to heel a second time. What was up with that? Mr. J wasn’t even in the room!”

My voice had gotten a little louder again as I thought about how embarrassed I had been, especially since I’d done what I was told by someone I should have been ordering around.

“Jim said I wasn’t doing my part. He said that’s why he decided not to give me my own time with mom, and I had to show him I could control you while you were at his place.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that,” I admitted in a normal whisper.

It was a revelation to me that Rich had rules too. He hadn’t said anything, even when he’d managed to snag fifteen minutes of mom’s time off me. Now I felt bad about resenting that too, even though he’d asked good questions I don’t think I could have jumped into the way he had.

I’d just assumed he could do pretty much whatever he wanted at Mr. Johnson’s place, and it was only women who had it hard there.

“So what about you agreeing that I’d do the red pages AND spend the whole next Saturday with Mr. J? I never agreed to any of that! I probably can’t even DO whatever’s on the red pages. Mr. J said himself that it’s advanced stuff.”

“You’ll practice. You’ve got two whole weeks to get it perfect, and I know you can do it. Remember how you tied yourself up because I told you to? You passed that test with flying colors, slut. I’ll spend every day working with you,” he offered, his excitement surfacing again.

“What do you mean a test? I just did that because...” I petered out. Why HAD I done that? I really had no idea.

“You did it because you wanted to stay in the mindset you know you need to be in, to meet Jim’s expectations. And you did great, slut!”

“Shuuuush! Dad will hear you!” Rich had been talking louder and louder as his excitement came out.

“Dad’s probably out cold by now, slut,” he said a little more quietly, totally reversing his position on how loud we should be. “Anyway, are we good? Will you spend the next two weeks practicing every spare moment you have? I looked at the red pages and they’re not too bad, really. Just some stuff I haven’t seen you do yet.”

“Stuff like what? I asked suspiciously.

“Well, I guess the hardest one I saw was deepthroating a cock. But we can use a hairbrush for that,” he assured me.

“Damn straight we can! I’m not sucking cock to get to spend time with mom!” I insisted. Rich just nodded as if that was obvious.

“You don’t have a cock to practice on anyway, and Mr. J won’t be here.

I was about to argue that Rich has a cock, but I caught myself in time. Rich was already agreeing with me. I didn’t need my brother to think I’d ever consider sucking him!

“Then there’s one section that’s about restraints,” Rich said as if reluctant to admit it. I’d already done that, as Rich had just reminded me.

“Okayyy ... you already reminded me that’s not new.”

“Yeah, but you have to have a butt plug put in. You’re not allowed to do it by yourself. I know how you are about someone touching you,” Rich said.

“You’ve touched my privates,” I reminded him instead of agreeing that a butt plug WOULD be too much.

I’d never played with my butt before. I’d thought about it, especially after watching porn with anal sex in it, and knowing a couple friends that did it, but I’d been too scared to.

“What else is there?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you what, slut. Go upstairs and get naked. No, better still, leave the shoes on. Then come to my room. Since I’m going to help you, we can look at the pages together and decide if you are capable of pulling this off,” Rich said.

“Counter offer,” I said, trying to regain some semblance of my proper position as Rich’s big sister. “I’ll take the pages to MY room, and you give me half an hour to look them over. Then come over, and we’ll talk.”

“Nah. I was the one who said you could do this. I took responsibility for you, slut. You heard Jim. It’s as much my reputation on the line as your ability to prove you’re good enough to get us so much time with mom. The deal’s done and now it’s a matter of HOW we get you ready, not IF we do. The first thing needs to be getting you over being chicken to do anything that might embarrass you. That’s why you’ve got to crawl to my room naked,” Rich sounded like he had everything all worked out.

I didn’t know what he meant about hearing what Mr. J had said. All I’d heard was Mr. J saying he didn’t think I could do it. Nothing about Rich training me or anything like that. But my dumb little brother did have one thing right. He’d picked up on me being scared and I hated that about myself. I am woman - hear me roar! That’s what I wanted other people to think.

“Well at least let me have a look at the pages then,” I heard the whine in my own voice so Rich couldn’t have missed it either.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that, slut. Now git,” Rich dismissed me.

“Hey! Not a dog, remember?” I said with a frown and the evil eye.

“You will be unless you stop fighting me,” he said resolutely.

I clamped my mouth shut in surprise. When had Rich become so forceful?

“Look, slut. I’m the boss as long as you’re in training. In two weeks, you have to make a good impression. After that ... well ... we’ll talk again. Let’s just focus on the hurdles in front of us for now, okay?”

My shoulders slumped. Like it or not, I had been roped into doing this and Rich was the only one I trusted to help me.

“Rich...” I started to say, but my brother cut me off.

“Sir. You have to call me Sir otherwise you’ll be doomed to failure right from the start, slut. “And bring your ruler and hairbrush when you come. We have some corrections to address too. Now go!” Rich seemed so confident that I’d do what I was told that I didn’t know how to tell him he couldn’t just order me around like he owned me. I wasn’t my mother.

But what could I really do? I’d already managed to get in trouble with Rich. Somehow I’d gone from being upset with my brother to being sent to my room by him. I sighed and went.

I was still feeling kind of confused by the events of this evening when I paused at Rich’s bedroom door, not sure whether I should knock or crawl straight in. I didn’t doubt dad would be passed out by now, so it wasn’t as bad being in the hall naked, as it could have been, but I’d spent years coming and going up and down this hallway - never once naked and certainly never crawling

The most naked I’d ever been in this hall was one time, while wearing a one-piece swimsuit with a big towel wrapped around me and covering me almost from neck to knees - still worried someone would catch me. I’d been swimming at 3am. I was thirteen and I’d felt so grown up, sneaking outside. Until I had to sneak past Rich’s and my parents’ bedroom to get to mine. Then I was just scared.

Now here I was, buck naked and not feeling nearly as scared as I had been at thirteen. Just busy overthinking things. I clutched my hairbrush in one hand and my ruler in the other. Caution won out, and I tapped quietly.

“Enter,” Rich said, so I turned the handle and crawled in.

“We need to talk about rules, I think,” Rich said when I was settled into the Present position in front of him.

I hadn’t even argued about having to assume one of the positions even though it was different than doing it next door. It felt kind of different doing it in Rich’s room. Maybe doing it just for Rich rather than perfecting the position for Mr. J is what I mean?

I imagined that we’d sit down together and go over the red pages, not start with me pretending to be a simple slut on her knees right from the start. Then again I guess I probably should have known what to expect when Rich had told me to bring the ruler and hairbrush that now sat on his bedside table.

Maybe it was that I didn’t feel like Rich’s equal, kneeling and looking up at him while he sat on the edge of his bed. I just didn’t want it to be like this all the time, or Rich might think it’s okay to treat me like this in front of dad. I could just imagine how dad would react if my brother called me slut at the breakfast table on accident.

“I’m really proud of you, slut. I just wanted to put that out there,” Rich said after a pause. “I mean for one thing, you manage to give me a boner every time I see you naked and crawling around, and you’re just a girl. My sister, even. I did NOT expect that.”

I could have been offended, Rich calling me JUST a girl, but I now understood what he meant. Ever since he didn’t deny being gay I’ve felt that it’s been okay for him to see me this way, even with my privates split open and him staring at them. And my boobs. Rich definitely spends a lot of time watching those puppies bounce and jiggle. But that’s okay since he’s gay and all.

It’s actually kind of flattering, getting that level of attention from a guy, even if he’s my little brother. I had never told him I was proud of him for being gay, but now didn’t seem like the best time for that. I’d have to mention it sometimes, though.

“Then there’s the fact that you conquered your fears and got naked again for Jim with hardly a blush. But then later, did you see how surprised he was when you aced those positions? You absolutely nailed them, slut. That couldn’t have been easy in front of someone who’s probably seen a thousand naked sluts trying and failing to do them right. But not only that, you schooled mom! It was all I could do not to cheer when Jim said he was adopting our variation of Pole Dance position!”

Rich was getting as excited as a ten year old at Christmas. It was cute and at the same time, empowering to me. Rich was my biggest cheerleader lately, and I found myself trying extra hard to please him and do better.

“But you know what the best part tonight was? It was when Jim agreed that you are MY slut. That means he won’t try to steal you away from me like he did with mom, so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.”

My eyes got round, and I gaped at my brother. I hadn’t even THOUGHT about either being ‘stolen’ by Mr. J or being thought of as my brother’s anything, much less HIS slut!

Had Rich been obsessing over some silly comment Mr. J had made? I remember Mr. J saying it, but I’d been focused on other things like negotiations I wasn’t being given a say in.

But now ... was I my little brother’s slut? I was kneeling naked in his bedroom while he loomed over me. I’d even provided him with tools for correction that I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to utilize once we got to that point. So maybe I was? Wow. I guess somehow I really had become something like that. I’d even heeled when he had ordered it.

Maybe I needed to stand up right now and set things straight. I was doing this to get time with mom, not because I liked being ordered around by my little brother. Except that it wasn’t so bad, and it even had its hidden benefits. If I burned that bridge now, I could kiss goodbye to getting answers from mom.

“You ARE my slut, aren’t you, Erin?” Rich suddenly asked, using a name that I hadn’t heard him utter in days.

For the first time in ages, my brother sounded unsure of himself. I knew immediately that was not a good thing. I’m pretty smart. I know a problem when I see one, and I’d come to rely on his confidence.

I am a blurter. I usually blurt the first answer that comes to me, and the first thing that jumped to mind was ‘NO’!

But if the last few days have taught me anything, it’s to take a moment before I say something I can’t take back. If I said no, Rich would probably just tell me to take a hike, and I knew I couldn’t do this without him.

I just wasn’t sure if agreeing would be best for me. Things would never be able to go back to the way they were if I agreed with him now just to bolster his confidence again. But what about ME?

I’d become used to being called a slut even though it wasn’t true. I’d gotten naked for a practical stranger. I’d learned five, no six, humiliating and degrading poses to assume on command where my privates were on public display.

I’d witnessed my mom puke on a dick and I’d helped her clean it up. I’d found out things about my parents I could have gone my whole life without knowing and I would have been fine with that. Well, maybe not. I’d asked for answers. I just hadn’t expected mom to be quite so open and blunt.Now that I had answers, I had even more questions. This was all so strange and oddly there was something intriguing about it. Why would my mother choose this life? I wanted to understand what motivated her.

Now I was on the verge of taking the next step. Actual sex and bondage stuff, even if it was only with toys. But toys are just a substitute for the real thing, so there’s no difference really. All that and now my brother wants me to tell him I’ll be his slut? I don’t think so!

Yet it’s either agree or never see mom again. If Rich wasn’t my brother, I probably wouldn’t have such a problem with it. If he was my boyfriend, I could justify anything, even training with a real dick rather than a hairbrush handle. But Rich is Rich. My gay little brother.

My thinking was travelling in circles that kept leading me back to ‘yes’, if it wasn’t Rich. So think of Rich as either not my brother, just a guy living in my house, or as gay, so it doesn’t matter. Well Rich IS gay, so what’s the big deal?

“Okay, sure,” I said out loud.