The Perfect Beginning Ch. 26

With sudden certainty, Tim knew he'd need to, at least on occasion, pay homage and demonstrate proper, formal submission to his Big Sister.

Tim was pretty sure this sudden development was a game, but his sister sounded seriously pissed off and she'd slapped him quite hard.  And she looked stunning.  Missy began to swell and stretch her Kitties.

"First of all, my clothes are not yet hung up and put in drawers.  Since Gretchen's not here, who's job is that?"

Looking down, "It's mine."

This felt good.  Becky was submissive and greatly enjoyed expressing this fundamental aspect of her nature.  Yet it was incredibly exciting to have just one person she loved whom she could dominate.  She was thrilled beyond imagining.

And this felt right to Tim as well.

How it's supposed to be.

Although he bore some resentment and within was a hidden part of himself that wanted to rebel, he was equally thrilled to know there was not one woman in his life he was fit to dominate.  He'd been raised by Michele to believe he was born to submit to women. 

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Ms...Ms...Ms. Becky," he got out breathlessly.  "I'll try to do better."

Becky's heart melted; she loved her little brother so much.  "Refer to me as 'Ms. Becky' in public.  In private, just call me Becky."

"Yes, Becky," he replied softly.  "May I put your things away now?"

"Let that wait for now."

*

She led him to the bed where they laid and kissed and rubbed and writhed, each hungry with desperate, emotional need.

Becky laid on her tummy and watched Tim as he admired her body. "You always said I had a pretty ass." Her ass was well beyond provocative and Tim had always hungered for his sister's amazing bottom. Sounding like a five year old, "Do you still think it's pretty?"

"Yes, Ms...I mean, Becky. It's really, really pretty."

"You may kiss it." 

Tim was comforted and compelled by her commanding tone and impolite expectation.  He realized an intense huger for his sister and was so grateful not to be wearing the chastity device. 

Becky's hips were slim but her ass was so amazingly pert, succulent and looked juicy enough to make his mouth water with hunger. 

He took his time to savor his sister's beautiful bottom.  He licked and sucked on her perfect anus like it was the ice-cream cone he wanted to last forever. 

I'm sucking on her asshole and she completely deserves this.  She's my big sister.  She's a goddess.  I love, adore and serve her as her submissive.

Serving a woman's pleasure was still his greatest reward.  As she sucked on her asshole, he had to lift his cock off the mattress or he'd have had an accident. Michele would be pleased.

Becky's mouth opened and her eyes went wide as she experienced a brand new sexual sensation.  She'd never had this before and knew at once that her doting brother would be feasting on her ass quite a lot, going forward. 

Feels soooooooo good! 

And that's how she enjoyed her first orgasm.  With her brother kissing, licking, slurping and munching on her perfect asshole, she came hard.

By the time he finally got to her pussy, he was beyond himself. 

Becky looked like the type of girl who shaved her pussy and who's sex had the tasteless and odorless beauty of new fallen snow.  The problem with new fallen snow was that he did not want to lick it like a good, obedient and totally horny sex slave. 

The great thing about Becky was that what turned her on was also what turned Tim on.  She was not quite as strong as Michele and Donna, but neither had she enjoyed a morning work out.  Though not the majestic forest that both Michele and Donna sometimes allowed themselves (depending on time of year), she had a lovely, if not somewhat trimmed bush.  

The next day would be a new day with new possibilities.  Becky let her mean girl run amok and enjoyed slapping her dear brother many times on the run up to her orgasm.  Several times she gripped his hair, pulled up his face and slapped him hard before jamming his mouth back down on her sex. 

Oh my god, that feels soooooo good!  I could just keep doing that until I cum. 

So she did!  She'd allow anywhere from ten to thirty seconds of pussy worship before roughly pulling his face up from her crotch to be slapped viscously by his mean and very loving, Big Sister.  Then back in he'd go.  It didn't take long and her orgasm was one of the most satisfying she'd had in a long time.  

The thing with his dear sister though, was that she did not remain satisfied for long.  At home she had sex with Michele when Michele wanted sex.  Otherwise, she was left to her toys, which she used several times a day.  While she was home, she'd been given permission to use her brother, or her sister, as much as she wanted.  Now Tim was her toy. 

This was the first time she'd every had another person whom she could use selfishly and the possibility thrilled her.

Of course Michele got her off, but an orgasm a day would never sate the girl. With previous boyfriends, she'd never really been physically satisfied. She so loved making them cum but guys had a way of cuming really quickly when with Becky. She loved that she could make a grown man cum like a little boy because it spoke to how easily she could arouse him, but they were then useless when it came to getting her off.

She realized she could have Tim as her human sex toy and she was overjoyed.

It was afternoon but she knew she'd ride her brother's face many times before bed.  Sometimes Becky had difficulty living in the moment and thought that the next day, her brother would be good for at least a dozen orgasms. 

Maybe more.

She was so happy. 

I really should come home more often.

And Becky had a fertile imagination.  It was not enough to be sister and brother, she liked to play sister and brother.  In one game he was seduced by his sexy, pretty little sister.  She had him telling her how she looked in various underwear sets before eventually taking advantage of his obvious desire and submissive baring.  In another game, she caught her big brother sniffing her panties as he played with himself.  He got a good spanking for that.  She got a nice, big, wet O.

And they played sisters too.  This was done exclusively in Becky's room and until his Sister's return home, Tim had never been invited into Becky's room before.  

Becky's room was like nothing he could have imagined.  It was a Shangri-La of femininity.  Though spacious, it was exclusively girl.  It was white with all manner of pink and purple accenting.  There was a floral this and a satin that.  There were stuffed animals on her bed and she even had a Barbie doll on her window sill.  Of course she had a vanity.  

There were magazine cut outs of perfect women taped to the vanity mirror and pinned to the walls.  Ironically, she was prettier than the models were. There were magazine cut outs of male and female models assuming the most romantic posses, suggesting the most visually perfect love. 

Then there were posters of boybands and recording artists. 

It was with the posters that Tim's brain spun around in its skull.  His eyes fell on a teen sensation who was posed up against a wall.  It was shot at a low angle and he was looking intensely right at the camera. 

Then Tim saw what was at once both subtle and somehow unmistakable.  Pressing out from his cream slacks running nearly the length of his thigh, was the longest and fattest cock Tim could imagine possible.  It was easily the length of a horse cock and ran from crotch to knee.

Could it be real?

Then he looked next to the bed to view another poster witch featured the hugely popular flavor of the month: Boys Next Door.  The strikingly handsome young men were nude and sporting massive cocks. 

Though exclusively and comfortably straight, Tim could not take his eyes off the boys and their enormous cocks.  It was beyond surreal. 

Then it dawned on him that these posters were custom made for his horny, big sister.  On the adjacent wall was a very similar poster of another famous boy group.  They were equally impressive. 

Between them, seen perfectly from Becky's king sized bed was Niki Tanaka (Ironically not Japanese rather American and likely of German or northern European decent.)  She was wearing what appeared to be a pink, black and cream plaid, pleated school girl skirt which was obscenely brief, with a tightly tailored, white cotton blouse that was a crop top and showed some portion of the woman's perfect six pack, (of course it was tied in a cute, little knot at the bottom,) and the cutest matching argyle, knee high socks. 

Held down at her her side was a hair brush while on her face was the smoldering hot regard that made clear she knew how to use it.  Immediately he was triggered and unconsciously moved gently into his sister for comfort.

Walking into her room for the first time was absolutely surreal to the boy as Kimmy fought him for possession of his body.

Becky had two walk in closets that served  utterly different purposes.  One closet held a vast array of various clothing.  She had shoes, boots and cloths for every occasion.  Becky loved shopping.  It always made her horny and miss her mommy.  

The other closet held all her little girl and play clothes.  Everything in the closet was custom made to fit her perfectly whether that was to make her look prim or to suggest something otherwise.  This closet also contained all her vibrators, dildos and assorted sex toys.  These were held in several drawers and were on display in some built in shelves.

The two went into Becky's play closet and emerged wearing custom made outfits that matched the one Niki Tanaka was wearing in the poster.  Becky's was a slightly darker pink and Kimmy's was a shade paler.  Becky wanted to play "Pretty Sisters."

"I had yours made when I got mine made. Don't you love it."

"You are so sweet, Beck! Love it!"

"Pretty Sisters" was all about the gentle girl love between two sisters.  Everything about it was to be soft and pretty.  Every touch and every sound was sweet and tender.  If little girls could be taught to make love to one another in some sort of finishing school for young, sexual debutants, it would resemble this.

There was so much love and appreciation.  The girls were supremely aroused and their emotional connection made them nearly telepathic. 

It might have appeared to be the softest sex between two submissive girls but it wasn't.  Big Sister subtly guided and controlled everything.  Kimmy idolized her Big Sister and wanted nothing more than to somehow emulate her manner while also expressing her submissive love for Becky. 

Though it played out very slowly, with a great deal of feather light touching and sensual kissing, one sister gave while the other was far more comfortable taking.  Big Sister was in charge and Big Sister had her way.

*

Play was for children and the girls played "Mean Mommy," "Bad Little, Lezzy Sister," "Cheerleaders," and "Naughty Maid."  Punishments were relatively gentle, even if Becky did land a few strikingly hard slaps to the face and at least several burning shots to Kimmy's hot, "made for spanking" bottom.

*

They lay in bed snuggling.  Though Becky came hard, Tim received satisfaction from pleasing his sister, but no physical relief.  Tim knew that satisfaction came from service and now it was serving his nymphomaniac sister.  So on that second day, he did provide her with more than a dozen orgasms and they were both so pleased.

Conversation between the two was always easy and natural.  They happily bantered about the most trivial things but often wound their way back to more personal topics. 

With limbs entwined, Tim told his sister about how Donna sometimes liked to punish him by putting him in his mean little chastity device before using him sexually.  They laughed as he described the utterly miserable pain it caused him. 

Smiling brightly and exclaiming into her laugh while putting her hand over her mouth, "Oh my god, that's horrible.  You poor thing."  Becky thought it was so wicked and mean spirited and she knew right away that she'd be doing it to him the next day. 

Little brother's going to get it!  Serves him right for having a crush on his big sis! 

She smiled.  She was always such a good girl and she liked being a good girl.  But it was fun to sometimes be a mean girl. 

What else are little brothers for?  

Of course several games were played with her brother.  She thought it funny that she enjoyed being Tim and Kimberly's older sister but when they played, discovered she  also enjoyed being the lil' sister. 

There was something about being such a young girl while controlling an older boy.  The power she enjoyed over her crushing, big brother really sent her over the edge...several times.  When she was lil' sister, she enjoyed  being a little meaner and fully embraced being outrageously demanding and selfish and usually in the cutest way.  She discovered she enjoyed being cute-mean.

They discussed their plans for the week which included lots of shopping, restaurants, parks and museums.  Becky planned to share in all the domestic duties while in the house.  They knew that together, they could easily take care of serving Donna as well as knock Tim's maid duties out of the way with comparative ease such that they were allowed plenty of time together.  And Becky wanted sister time beyond the bedroom.

Donna knew the time between brother and sister was special and brief, so aside from using Tim each night for a short period, she let them share their love.  The week went by in a blink. 

It was Sunday night and Tim had just been milked for the second time.  Moments after feeding Tim his boy milk, he found his sister laying in bed quietly crying.

The sorrow contorted her perfect features into nothing short of stunning beauty.  She was a tortured and tearful angel and just looking at her had Tim near to tears himself.

"Becky...what's wrong?"

Looking into his eyes, "Nothing.  Everything is perfect.  Everything is wrong."  Tears flowed.

Tim was entering into the world of "emotional logic."  He knew to be patient and just let it come because it might take a while to make sense.  Eventually it came.  Becky was as frightened of her future with Michele as Tim was.  

"It's getting serious...like really, really serious.  I don't know..." she sniffled with tears rolling down her angelic face.  "Like he knows about...about me and she might keep me, even if they, you know...  But I don't know about you." 

Any sense of the jealousy she'd felt for Tim was gone, she was not the motivated mean girl she sometimes was with her best friend.  Jealousy was replaced by sincere concern for her little brother. 

"She might give you to Donna...and that would be good and all...but I want it to go back to the way it was.  She also mentioned giving you to a friend, I don't know.  I want us to be family again too.  I think that time together was by far the best time of my life."

Tim comforted his perfect sister.  They lay snuggling together until they dozed off.  He'd be driving Becky to the airport in the morning and he contemplated being alone with his thoughts and feelings once Becky was gone.  For now, he'd pacify his loving sister until sleep came.

He was awoken around 2 am by his horny sister who wanted to use his mouth for a middle of the night orgasm.  He smiled as he went back to sleep. 

She's such a horny girl.  God, I love my sister so much!

Immediately upon waking, she used his mouth again to get off before getting out of bed.

Just before leaving to the airport, she rode his mouth one more time.  Becky enjoyed playing dominant as it was a fun, kinky game.  And with her brother, she felt truly inspired.

God, maybe it's not just a game. Maybe this is just a different part of me that's as real as any other part?

But in a romantic relationship, she needed to submit every bit as much as he did. 

Yet she LOVED having head on command and wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity while it lasted.  She loved her toys, but there was nothing like the hot, wet, loving mouth of a lover on her pretty and ever eager little sex, to get off on.

She kissed him and got out of the car.  She looked gorgeous even walking away, rolling her little carry-on.  

Now Tim was alone and he felt the full force of his heartbreak.  He was so distraught, he had to pull over as he felt utterly disoriented and he knew he might crash the Mercedes.  

He could not wait until Mother got home.  He needed Her like never before.