Truth and Reconciliation Ch. 10

Riding the bus over to his apartment/office, Jason found himself deep in thought.

Three days prior, after a particularly intense sex session with his sister Evelin, Jason had imposed some kinky restrictions upon her. Restrictions that were to remain in place until they saw each other tonight.

First, as she had just finished rubbing his ejaculate into the supple flesh of her perky eighteen-year-old tits, Jason forbade her from showering.

Second, since her ever-drooling twat had just left a puddle on his bedroom floor, Evie was required to wear the same dirty panties.

Third, and finally, having admitted to her near-constant state of arousal, Jason prohibited Evie from getting off. No sex, no masturbation.

The truth was, in that moment, Jason had been really turned on. His arousal, combined with Evie's eager submission and deliberate self-humiliation, brought out something primal in Jason.

In those moments, he loved using her, punishing her, and humiliating her.

However, those emotions and desires only occasionally surfaced for Jason and were, in fact, usually intentionally triggered by Evie.

Setting aside those intimate and intense experiences of total domination, the truth was that Jason held his sister in the highest esteem.

She was kind, thoughtful, and caring. Genuinely a good person.

She was intelligent. Easy and enjoyable to converse with.

She was industrious and savvy. Her hard work and ingenuity fueled the sibling's current success.

And she was damn sexy. An eager lover and a willing sex slave. And she was head over heels, madly, desperately in love with Jason. Absolutely committed.

To be fair, Jason had used hypnosis to--somewhat unintentionally--hook into some pre-existing trauma and twist her will.

Even so, when Jason eventually came clean about his hypnotic manipulations, Evie held no grudge. Indeed she loved the idea and encouraged her big brother to mold her further.

So now, on his way to meet his sister, Jason was having trouble deciding what they should do together.

He was confident that she had upheld his directives, so he wanted to reward her.

But, her idea of being rewarded seemed to be debasing herself for her brother.

Again, this wasn't surprising as her most recent hypnotic programming was about removing limitations and inhibitions. Simultaneously it encouraged Evie to be a "dirty slut" and a "filthy whore" for her big brother.

'Well fuck it,' he thought. 'I'll just wing it.'

That "settled" and thirty minutes of public transit yet to go, Jason pulled out his phone.

'God, I really need to get a car,' he opined.

Opening a file, Jason looked at what he'd already written. He intended to finish this yesterday but didn't get a chance.

Then, while he'd started on it today, he was interrupted by the need for this excessively long bus ride.

And while it was a pain to type on a phone, Jason figured he might as well take advantage of this time.

So, he got to work editing the next phase of his mother's hypnotic programming.

**Janice Phase-Four Hypnotic Programming**

-Jason is your man.

-Jason is the man of the house.

-Jason is the man of the entire house.

-As a woman of the house, you are Jason's woman.

-All the women of the house are Jason's women.

-A woman satisfies all of her man's needs.

-A woman satisfies all of her man's desires.

-A woman who says "no" to her man limits her man.

-A man who is limited will fail.

-If the man of the house fails, the family will fail.

-Saying yes to your man's needs supports your man.

-Saying yes to your man's desires supports your family.

-It feels so good to say yes to Jason.

-It feels so right to say yes to your man.

Perhaps it wasn't his best work, but Jason felt like this newest set of programming was what his mother needed right now.

If Janice proved to be anything like Evelin, then Jason expected her to accept the programming faster and more completely with each new phase.

And, should this hypothesis prove true, Jason guessed he'd only need two or three more weeks (certainly less than a month) to wholly corrupt his mother. Soon she would become the debased whore he wanted, and he would have his revenge.

Arriving at the apartment a little later, Jason was surprised to find Evie waiting for him.

"Hey, Sis. What are you doing here?" he asked.

"You told me to meet you after school...," she replied, somewhat confused by his question.

"Yeah, no," Jason started, trying to clarify, "I mean, how did you beat me here? School's only be out for what... an hour?"

"What are you talking about?" Evie asked, still confused. "Yeah, school let out about an hour ago. I ordered an Uber and came over. I've been here for forty-five minutes."

"Oh...," Jason said, suddenly feeling very stupid.

"Wait," Evie exclaimed, shocked, "Did you take the bus?"

"Yes," Jason replied, head down in humiliation.

"Oh, wow," Evie said, trying a commiserating tone. "How long did that take?"

"Well over an hour...

"Look," Jason said, his embarrassment turning to anger, "I never had the luxury of using an Uber before, okay! So it didn't even occur to me.

"I never had the money. And even when I did, I never had any place to go because Mom didn't allow me to have friends or hobbies.

"Or, I was saving up. Because, unlike some people," he stared intently at his little sister, "when I needed a computer, or school supplies, or... or fucking CLOTHES, Mom made me buy it myself!

"So how about you cut me some fucking slack!" he finished fuming.

It was literally taking all of Jason's self-control not to smash something, and Evelin could tell.

She held up her hands in surrender and allowed Jason a moment to breathe before responding.

"Whoa, Jason, I get it. I'm sorry. You're right. You're absolutely right. I wasn't making fun of you; it just didn't occur to me."

Evie stepped close and wrapped her brother in an embrace.

Feeling her warm, caring presence and looking down at her beautiful face with eyes pleading up at him, Jason quickly calmed.

"I'm sorry, Evie. You didn't deserve that," he said, returning her hug and feeling a bit embarrassed at how quickly he'd lost his temper.

"No, I didn't," she replied, giving Jason a reassuring smile. "But I understand why you got upset. Those are some big feelings; sometimes, they just need to come out."

A moment later, she added, "I'm kinda surprised, though. I feel like you've been so calm lately.

"In fact," she added almost hesitantly, "based on how things have been going with Mom, I was starting to wonder if maybe you'd actually forgiven her."

"What? Why?" Jason asked. Though he suspected he already knew.

"Well, you know," Evie started. "When you first told me about your plan, I thought we would be dominating Mom, punishing her. But it seems more like you two are lovers."

Evie released her brother and stepped back. In doing so, her posture and her body language changed drastically.

While seconds ago she had been so warm and inviting, now she felt cold, distant, even antagonistic.

It unsettled Jason greatly.

"Okay, look," Jason said, "we've been over this. I need to take things slow with Mom because..."

Not waiting for her brother to finish his thought, Evie just started talking over him.

"Actually," Evie said, speaking loudly and over-enunciating, "I'm starting to feel like you've gotten bored with me.

"In fact," she said, this time even louder, "I'm starting to wonder why I'm working so hard for you.

"After all," Evie continued, "I realized that when it comes down to it, I'm holding all the cards."

Evie suddenly got much calmer. Her voice becoming much quieter, eerily so, "I have all the power.

"And, if I wanted to... I could ruin you..." she stared at her brother with a look of disgust on her face.

Jason just stood there in shock.

What was going on? Why would Evie, his only true ally, say these things?

She wasn't wrong. She did hold all of the cards, or most of them anyway. Jason's money and freedom directly resulted from Evie and her hot, young friends reselling the app he'd built and sharing the money with him.

They didn't need to sell the app. Sure, they also made money from it, but they were doing fine without it.

Evie's words struck Jason deep within a fear that had been buidling within him. He was taking steps to rectify the situation, to diversify and be less reliant on his sister.

But that was going to take time.

The worst part was that Jason had shared these fears with his sister, lover, and confidant. Having her use those fears against him felt like such an utter betrayal.

For a few brief heartbeats, he felt like his entirely new and wonderful life might be destroyed.

Then Evie said one more thing. Something that brought her sudden shift into perspective. Something that instantly filled Jason with relief. And something that made him think, 'Seriously? What the fuck?!?'

"So...," Evie said, taking on a defiant stance while looking at her brother through sultry hooded eyes. "What are you going to do about it."

Evie had been on the sexual edge for days now, and she was done playing games, beating around the bush, or anything like that.

She wanted to be used.

She wanted to be ridden hard and put away wet.

Jason had started to slip into one of his emotional, self-reflective moods. And she wasn't having it.

She loved her brother.

She loved that he was, at times, so open and vulnerable with her.

But now wasn't one of those times.

Evie was hoping that by antagonizing her brother, she would anger him and bring out his dominant side. She loved to get freaky with that side of him.

For his part, as soon as Evie challenged him, Jason knew exactly what she was up to.

'She want's to poke the bear, huh?' Jason thought. 'Then it's time to bring out the claws.'

"Oh, really," he said, stepping forward and grabbing her shoulders forcefully. "You think YOU have all the power!?!

"You think YOU can ruin ME!?!"

Shifting his grip to the back of her head, Jason held Evie tight by her hair.

Then, doing his best to keep in mind that the thirty or forty kilos and eighteen or twenty centimeters he had on her could easily and inadvertently hurt his little sister, Jason hauled her into the apartment's living room.

He wanted to be rough but certainly didn't want to harm Evie.

Sitting on a little end table where he'd left it a few days before, Jason found what he was looking for.

He scooped up the intimidating-looking razor knife, which had been so helpful in dealing with the mountain of cardboard a few days ago.

He then flipped it open and held it close to his sister.

"Whoa, Jason," Evie said with genuine concern in her voice. "I was just..."

"Shut...Up...," Jason said, calmly interrupting her. "And don't fucking move."

In response, Evie stood still, ceasing all resistance and letting her arms drop.

"You...," Jason said, carefully scraping the knife along the exposed skin on one side of her neck, "You hold NO power. You make NO threats. You make NO demands."

He then flipped the knife and repeated the action on the other side of her neck. "You DO what I say. You FOLLOW my commands. You OBEY my instructions."

Evie was trembling, but Jason was reasonably sure it was at least forty-percent pleasure induced.

"Why is that?" Jason asked, leaning in and speaking directly into Evelin's ear.

Evie's eyes were wide with fear and lust as they darted side to side. She tried to answer Jason, but overloaded as she was, she couldn't figure out what to say.

Releasing her hair, Jason gripped Evie's shirt. Then, using the razor knife, he began cutting the fabric, careful not to nick his sister's pale flesh.

As he worked the blade, Jason answered his own question.

"It's because you're MINE! You're my filthy slut. You're my dirty whore," he said, referencing her current hypnotic programming.

'Shit,' he thought. 'Did her programming say "filthy sult" and "dirty whore" or "dirty slut" and "filthy whore?" Oh well, hopefully it doesn't matter.'

Once he'd cut through the final bit of fabric, leaving the shirt hanging open, Jason yanked it off Evie's torso.

"Now, get your damn pants off!" Jason demanded.

Quick to comply, Evelin kicked off her shoes. Then, as quickly as she could, she shimmied out of her pants.

In the process, her panties (rather her mother's somewhat loose panties) were nearly pulled off. Still, she managed to get them back into position.

"Good," Jason said as he reached out and again grabbed his sister by her hair.

"It's time you learned exactly what your place in this relationship is," he added as he dragged Evie into the bathroom.

"Kneel, bitch!" Jason barked, shoving her into the bathtub.

Stumbling from being thrust into the tub, Evie struggled to regain her balance and then dropped to her knees.

"Now, remove your bra," Jason commanded.

As she hurried to comply, Jason opened his fly and fished out his semi-stiff cock.

Stepping closer to the tub, he simply said, "Open."

Still a little dazed and confused, Evie wasn't sure what her older brother was asking for.

She looked up at him with questioning eyes, and as she did, Jason reached out and slapped her. He then growled, "Open your goddamn mouth, whore!"

Her eyes now fixated on Jason's dick, Evie opened her mouth and started to lean forward--likely to take it into her mouth--when she remembered the scolding she'd received a few days prior.

Not wanting to anger her brother further, she instead sat back on her heels, her mouth wide, and waited.

Jason closed his eyes and took a few steadying breaths to calm and relax.

Nothing happened at first, forcing Jason to block out the reality of his sister kneeling before him and imagine that he was instead standing over a toilet.

'She *is* my toilet,' he thought. 'I'm going to use this whore as my personal toilet. She'll be practice for doing even worse to Mom.'

The image in his mind shifted from standing before a porcelain throne to standing over his mother.

At first, he imagined her hunched over, whimpering, pleading for Jason not to humiliate her so completely.

But, something about that image didn't work for Jason.

He refocused his imagination, and this time his mother kneeled proudly before him. (Much like Evelin was now.) The look on her face was eager anticipation.

In a moment of realization, Jason understood that this had been his hangup regarding Janice.

When it came down to it, he didn't really want revenge upon her. At least not in the way that left her miserable and hating him.

No, he wanted her own her.

And maybe more than that, he wanted her to WANT to be owned.

It was like the old man (the one on the bus months ago) had said to him. "Life's gonna be a bitch. Why not get to work making her your bitch."

Jason realized that's what he'd been doing anyway. And it was, at least in part, why he'd been taking things so slow with Janice.

His goal wasn't to punish her.

It was to make her his plaything. To use her in any way he pleased. And to leave her begging for more.

This spark of revelation hit Jason almost instantaneously as he stood in the bathroom, imagining Janice kneeling before him.

Once he'd taken a moment to digest it, he allowed the "camera" of his mind's eye to pull back and expose more of the scene.

Janice knelt before him, eager to be used. She was naked except for a thick collar around her neck. And, to his surprise, this subconscious, imaginary version of his mother had her nipples pierced.

'Not a bad look,' Jason considered. ' But her nipples are one of her best features... I'm not sure I want them pierced.'

He took another moment to enjoy the image in his mind.

'Though clearly part of me likes the idea, or I wouldn't be imagining it.'

Further "looking around" his imaginary scene, he noticed Evie standing beside him.

She also wore a collar, though hers was more delicate, like jewelry. Further distinguishing it was a chain running from it to Jason's hand.

Evelin was dressed in something that was half business suit and half lingerie.

'I guess this represents our strange relationship. Partner, lover, sex slave. There's no arguing; it works for me.'

Further examining the image of his little sister, something caught Jason's attention... her nipples.

They were much larger and much darker than the real-life version of her. And, there was something else...

'Wait! Is she... lactating?'

At that moment, still in his imagination, Jason felt movement behind him.

"Turning," he saw his older sister, Beth, standing in the doorway.

She looked different, calmer, and more relaxed. Jason realized she looked happier than he'd seen her in many years.

More notable than that was what she was holding.

One in each arm, Beth held two babies. Each was suckling at her breast.

Having almost no experience with babies, Jason wasn't sure, but he guessed they were pretty young. Likely less than a year.

Also, somewhat strangely, he just sort of "knew" that one was Beth's and one was Evie's.

'How is this so real?' thought Jason. And why am I thinking about it now?'

Apparently, that thought was enough to break him out of the vivid daydream.

Returning to his senses and opening his eyes, his attention refocused on Evie as she knelt before him.

He realized that she was still settling into place.

The "vision" felt like it lasted a good minute or two, but it must have actually been only a few seconds.

'Too fucking weird,' Jason thought. 'Oh shit, I need to...'

Seconds ago, he'd been struggling, but now unable to hold it back, a stream of hot, golden piss flowed from his cock straight onto Evie's tits.

Caught off guard, Evie gasped at the splashing warm wetness, but clearly, she wasn't upset by it.

On the contrary, as Jason adjusted his aim upward--toward her face and open mouth--Evie lowered her head, doing her best to intercept the stream.

Jason had anticipated this moment (or at least the possibility that it might happen).

Recently, Evie had been expressing more and more perverse desires. She'd explicitly stated her need to be used and her wish to be humiliated.

While it was, in part, a manifestation of her hypnotic programming. Jason suspected this behavior was just part of Evie's core personality.

The hypnosis had given that part of her permission to come out and play, and Jason was happy to accommodate her (as best he could).

Jason knew that after three days without release, Evie would be chomping at the bit for some seriously kinky sex.

Not entirely sure what that meant, he prepared for the kinkiest thing he knew about (and was personally willing to explore). Piss play.

So, before leaving home and during the bus ride, Jason had done his best to drink a lot of water.

He drank so much for two reasons.

First, he wanted plenty of "ammunition," so to speak.

And second, he didn't want Evie's first experience to be overwhelming. Based on what he'd read online, drinking a lot of water diluted the urine and rendered it nearly tasteless.

Back in the present, Evie was doing her best to capture the stream in her mouth. As she did, she allowed the warm piss to flow back out, over her torso, and down the tub drain.

It was hot. It was kinky. But watching it, Jason realized he wanted more.

"Don't you dare half-ass this, you slut," Jason demanded. "I want you to show me just how much of a filthy whore you really are."

At his words, Evie looked up at her big brother, piss still flowing into her mouth, and stared into his eyes.

They'd played around with being kinky. But drinking her brother's urine was a whole new level.