Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 10

"Someday, I'm going to fit every millimeter down my whore throat." She wheezed, always low on breath after a proper suck job.

"I'm always eager to train you." I smiled and remembered not to kiss her lips.

Mom shook off her whore persona and looked me in the eyes. "Talk to Nelda, no later than tomorrow, er, today." The clock in my room said there were only four hours until sunrise.

I slept in, but Mom emerged in her robe, from their bedroom when I was coming out of the shower. "She tilted her head in the direct of Nell's door, but we could both hear her talking in the kitchen.

"Daddy, you've done some kinky things with Mom. I won't judge, but what thing did you dislike the most but did for her sake?"

"Sorry, Honey, I enjoy everything I do with your mother."

"That's a cop-out Dad."

"You asked an inconsiderate question."

"Go on and tell her, Terrance." Mom entered the kitchen while I ducked into my room and traded a towel for clothes. I missed whatever Dad told Nell.

I also missed seeing my sister that morning. She had ducked into her room after her breakfast. After eating mine, I considered knocking, but I felt she needed time to process before I muddied her thinking.

I went to school.

I came home from school.

Nell's car hadn't budged. I found her in the living room, reading a 'Russian novel.' "No school today?"

"Didn't feel like it."

"Feel like talking with me?"

"Talking?" She looked over the top of her book.

It's where you and I trade off speaking and listening.

"I'm listening." She lowered the book.

"Mom suggested this, but I'm all for it."

"What?"

"Asking how yesterday's experience is affecting you-" I rushed to finish. "She said today would be better than tomorrow or later. I'm guessing while your fetish is hibernating."

"I wish." She pretended to spit.

"Hey, I didn't handle things well, afterwards. I was too cocky - no pun."

"You want to be all humble and supportive now?"

"I'm listening." I stood my ground.

"Craig, you're my dear brother. We're having sex as unequal partners. My personality is domineering, but I must cave to satisfy my lust for your amazing big cock. I don't hate you. I'm frustrated."

I wanted to interject my feelings about the matter, but she was still talking.

"You are not a dom, Craig. I'll give you a B for playing one. I know you're having a blast, strutting your cock in front of Mom and me, calling us names. I don't think you're on the dom-sub spectrum, and that's fine. You're just you." She put her book down like dropping a microphone. "You're living a fantasy, and so are Mom and I. Yesterday, I bounced off of something real, more powerful than your wildest fantasy. I doubt you can handle it. You have to stop the discipline part of your game."

"Help me to handle it."

"I don't know what it is yet. I'll get back to you after I get a second degree in psychology."

"You would want to stay in college for that long." I grinned.

"K to twelve is boot camp. University is the staging area for war. Mom and Dad are in the trenches. If only my fetish was ABDL, I'd be out of college and driving a tank." She was saying that she was afraid of launching her future life.

"I don't know what to say to that, but I know what Mom and Dad would say."

"They have. I can't stay here. Of course they would let me stay for years. Today, I almost signed up for ROTC."

"I'm glad you didn't, Nell. I need you to put a good word in for me with the sororities next year."

"I wish I could tell them that sex with you was fun." My big sister shrugged. "The orgasms were terrific, though."

"So you're saying I'm just a big cock to you."

"Only when I want to get fucked. You'll always be my special, little brother."

I felt little then, tiny. But I fought my instinct to lash out and I sought the refuge of being humble. "Let's try something." I walked towards the hall. "Meet me in your room." I went into Mom and Dad's room.

Returning down the hall, Nell was standing in her doorway, curious.

I held out a handful of Dad's old ties. "No games. No dominance. No cock. I'm going to tie you up and swat your bare rear end."

"Um, no."

"It's a test, Nell." I was feeling a new kind of confidence. "Take a beating for as long as you can. Nothing else. How are your bruises from yesterday?"

"They hurt. What's the point?"

"I don't know and neither do you. That's the point. Let's find out what happens. Pick a safeword."

She looked at the clock in her room. "Fuck it." She unbuckled her pants' built in belt.

"Bad safe word!" I laughed. "How about 'rotzee?'" ROTC pronounced. I had picked up the leather switch before reaching Nell's room. "Just pull them down over your ass. As much as I enjoy slavering at your hot pussy, I'll ditch my fantasies, for now."

She shrugged and tugged down the back of her pants and panties. Damn if I didn't feel pride at the red bruises striping her taut cheeks. I was surprised she had appeared to sit comfortably at the kitchen table this morning.

"I'm going to tie your arms behind your back again, but this time, you're gonna need my help to get free. I won't fail you if you say the safeword.

"Rotzee." She tested it, then my sister crossed her wrists behind her back.

I tied them together twice, making sure blood flowed well enough to her hands. "Do you want to stand or lie on your front?"

"Stand."

"You'll probably take steps when you're doing your best."

"Deal with it."

CRACK! I surprised her. "HEY!" She yelped and took a step away from me. "Give a girl fair warning."

"I figured you'd flinch if you weren't expecting it. I don't think that'll ruin the test. Step all you want." CRACK! I struck her soundly but not half as hard as I could. This wasn't about satisfying my urges to fully lay into a submitted ass.

CRACK! She stood her ground for the first ten swats. She knew I could hit harder, but I kept a steady beat, figuring numbers would make up for impact.

By the twentieth swat, she was sweating. She took little steps, trying to prove her resolve. It didn't matter. I could drive her in circles with the black leather crop. Neither of us mentioned the safeword. I kept swatting her now bright red ass. You could hardly see yesterday's blows.

Before the thirtieth swat, there was a moment when her body spasmed instead of stepping. I paused. "Talk to me."

"FUCKING OUCH!" She'd been holding it in.

SWAT!! "AAA!" She let go from then on, howling and yelping, long past grunts. I counted to forty, and she kept taking swats. I checked her face after ever blow. The forty third stroke sent tears out of her eyes. I didn't pause.

Subsequent cracks of leather brought forth gut wrenching sobs from my stalwart sister. I dared to encourage her. "You're a champ, Nell."

"Fuckyou." She blubbered. She could still form words.

CRACK! I couldn't tell if I was hitting harder or softer, after fifty blows. "DAAMNN!"

"OH GODS, Craig, it hurts, it HURTS!!" Her body was trembling so wildly I worried about catching her in case she fell. Her unbidden steps staggered away from the excruciating whip.

CRACK!

"UUUAAAHHHH!!" Nell abruptly froze up and toppled. I caught and guided her to her bed. She landed heavily, tears pouring out of her eyes. Her irises were pin pricks. I waved a hand in front of them. She shivered unresponsive. "Craig." She squeaked.

I think only a brother would have done the right thing. Instead of calling 911, I fell down beside her and grabbed her shuddering body into my arms. "Nell, I'm here. I won't let you go."

Somehow I convinced myself that she wasn't having an orgasm. I'd never seen anything like it. My big sister cried and cried. Fuck, I started crying. I felt useless, ignorant, and so fucking guilty.

The time that passed was unknowable in our states, but Mother hadn't returned from work. Nell's altered consciousness couldn't have lasted much more than an hour.

We might have snoozed during that time. I remember her biting my shoulder. "Craig."

"Huh?"

"Untie me, damnit."

"Yeah." I lifted up and bent around her, tugging at knots as fast as I could.

Her arms pulled away from the ties and grabbed me. "Little Brother, pull down your fucking pants." She shook my hips then tore at her partial divestment of vestments.

I wasn't hard, but by the time she had spread her legs and urged me to mount her, I was hard enough!

Her pussy was incredibly wet! I sank half my cock into it before rapidly fucking in and out.

"It hurts! It hurts!" She wailed before lifting her legs and locking them behind my back. "FUCK ME!" It was her ass! Every thrust sank it into her bed. Lifting her legs minimized the pain.

Something was different. No longer was my sister giving herself to me - she wanted me! Not my cock but me! "Brother! Yes, fuck me." She humped against my plunging titan, but it could have been a micro-penis. We weren't fucking for stimulation. We were fucking to express stimulation!

I've never been so aroused.

Okay, that was a lie. The first time I felt Mom's ass pucker suck in my prick, was still my peak excitement compared to that incredible moment with Nell. Not that I was thinking of Mom. I was overjoyed that Nell would be okay, that we had shared something astounding. Fucking was our cool down after the most intense, emotional workout.

Our orgasms were some of the best ever, but compared to the electricity connecting us, they were mildly adequate.

Nell had trouble speaking, but I made out the words. "That's what I want to feel when I get pregnant -- when I'm ready to."

"I don't care if you're on the pill and have a diaphragm crammed up your twat, Big Sis. If that didn't breed your womb, I'm gonna need a bigger cock."

"Not you, Idiot." She whapped my shoulder with a weak fist. But I swear, the sensation of my cum oozing out of her cunt around my prick was unlike other times. She didn't rush to wash, and her legs remained raised above me, a gentler lock around my torso.

"WHOA-KAY!" Mother lurched back from the open doorway, construction dust leaving an outline of her there. "I did not need to see that." Her voices shifted out of surprise and into authority. "Craig, you were suppose to talk to her!"

"I'm not sure we're finished talking, Mom. She's not pregnant yet." I ran with the joke.

Nell pitched in. "Could you fetch something to plug me up? I don't want a single one of my little brother's sperm to go to waste. You must have something stashed in your closet. After all, you're cunt is bigg-"

"What did you do to my daughter, Craig, and will the same drugs work on your father?" She played along for one beat before getting serious again. "One more mention of pregnancy in our family, and I'm going to disown both of you. Legally, what you're doing wouldn't be incest anymore."