Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 3
by DiscipleN
“Yeah, Mom? Come in.”
“What the hells happened between you and Nelda?” She stepped halfway through the door and stopped. She didn’t look mad.
“You don’t want to know. But ask her if I did anything wrong.”
“I did.”
“What did she say?”
“That’s private between she and me.”
“She and I.” I had to tease.
“Very funny. I want to hear your story.”
I stood my ground. “That’s private between Nell and I. Because I don’t know what she told you, I can’t risk saying something she didn’t.” I began scratching my crotch, subtly.
Mom pursed her lips. “Now I know why fanatic conservatives don’t want their children educated in critical thinking and reasoning. So they can spin an earnest conversation however it suits them.”
“If she hasn’t accused me of abusing her, Mom, I’d rather talk about a better remedy than Dad’s worthless ointment.”
That took some of the wind from her sails. Her pursed her lips relaxed, although she steamed silently for a couple seconds. “Is it bleeding? Are there pustules?” She sounded concerned but not very.
“No, but it’s red and sore.” I looked down at the soft but thick bulge in my trousers. “At least, last time I looked.” I turned my eyes back to her and stuck a thin smile on my face. “It’s strange that scratching feels especially good down there.”
Mom cleared her throat. “Your father will be home soon.” Her eyes were glued to the slow rising bulge in my trousers. It grew bigger and bigger- “He’ll take you to an urgent care clinic if it’s too uncomfortable.”
“Talking about it helps, Mom, but I’m a little embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“Two days ago, I was all in your face with my hard-on. Now nature is punishing me. I can’t stop scratching it, even in front of you.” I played my mother like a hooked fish. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well I am too – about your rash. Only that.” She said evenly while her eyes widened as my crotch panel ballooned.
“I’ll make up with Nell, if she’ll let me.”
“I think she was angrier with herself than you.” Mom was slow to blink.
That sounded about right. I kept scratching, waiting for Mom to realize how much she looked like a deer frozen in cock-lights.
“I’m glad you checked in on me, Mom.”
“Huh, what?” Her light trance broke upon my confession. “Yeah, well, I um, need to make sure there’s plate of dinner for your father to warm.”
“Can I help?” I imagined following her, rubbing my groin all along the way.
“No. You should talk to Nell.” She turned her head from me and backed into the hall, leaving my door open as she stepped away to the kitchen.
“Right. Okay.” I played a video game in my room for a while. When I heard Mom enter her room, I crept out and down the hall. “Nell?” I knocked.
“Nell’s not home right now. Go fuck yourself.” She sounded bored, actually, or possibly sad.
“You busy with homework?”
“Why are you bothering me?”
“I just wanted to give you a chance to tell me what an idiot I was.”
“Chance given. Not accepted.”
Silence.
I started to return to my room.
“No, Craig.” She spoke in a normal tone. “You didn’t do anything wrong, well not much.” My big sister wasn’t going to give me a complete pass.
“Neither did you.”
“Yeah, well you haven’t got a clue. Good-bye.”
I abandoned her closed door.
I stayed up until Dad returned from work. I showed him my dick.
“I don’t see anything wrong.” His face wasn’t happy at what he was seeing.
“This rash is normal?” I kept up the pretense.
“What rash? If it’s bothering you, and the ointment didn’t work, make an appointment with Dr. xxxxxx. (family doctor’s name redacted) Dad went quickly to the kitchen. I grinned behind him and returned to my room. I slept very well that night.
My mood remained upbeat in the morning, until I saw the note on my desk. “Find me. Nell.”
She was in her room and bade me to enter when I knocked. “Sit.” She pointed at her desk chair. Nell began her prepared lecture while I was adjusting the seat’s height. “I’m only going to say this once.” She fumed at the wall opposite me. “I’ve got a problem, and you’re going to help me with it.”
“Ohh-kay.” I probably sounded a bit too smug.
“Bastard.” She muttered. “I’m sorry. I’m upset and confused and don’t mean to sound mean.”
“I got your back, Nelda. You know that.”
“Yeah, well it’s your front that’s fucking me up.” More prophetic words had never been spoken.
“Nell, I get it. You like big cocks. Your bro has one, and he’s not playing nice.”
“I smell chicanery all over you. I don’t trust you, but I need your help.”
“Tell me what I can do.” I lifted open hands and shrugged. “I’m worried that you’ll end up hating me, if I don’t help.”
“I don’t want to hate you. I want to stop hating myself.”
Mom had been right. I slumped in the chair and gave her hopeful eyes. “Tell me.”
“The only way, I figure, to fight my urges for your dick, is to go all in.”
I nearly had a heart-attack. “Nell?”
“I’m not talking about sex, you idiot. I’m talking about the opposite of aversion therapy.”
“Version-what?”
“I want to see your dick so often, I won’t give a shit about it anymore.”
I had to think about that. She wanted to become bored with my dick. Damn, she’s a clever one, and here I had promised to help her.
A gaping rend appeared in my plan for home domination.
“You don’t like the sound of that?” She prodded.
I frowned but didn’t budge. “You know I got off super good right when you left yesterday.”
“Why would I care about that?”
“No reason, but I kinda thought we both had some fun.”
“I wouldn’t be lecturing if that had been remotely true.”
“Well then stop lecturing and just spell it out. What do you want, me to go around naked all the time? You gave me shit for doing that just days ago.”
“I’ll explain it like you’re five.” Nell sat on her bed and collected her thoughts. “Big sis Nell loses control when she sees your weenie all hard, Little Craig. If Big Sis keeps away, her mind wants to see it more and more, until she does the stupid thing and begs you.” Her voice got increasingly childish as she spoke.
“But if you spend as much of every day as possible, showing it to your big sister, there’s a good chance she’ll get bored of seeing it.” Her voice returned to normal.
“As often as possible?” I gulped. It was like a dream come true, but at the end of the dream I’d be back to jerking off by myself.
“You can do anything you want with your dick. I’ll just watch and fight to contain my urges. I failed yesterday, and I’m not blaming you for that. The only thing I might blame you for is whatever scheme you’ve cooked up.
My scheme was in tatters. I couldn’t see a way to re-engage my sister’s fetish if she stopped caring about my size. I told myself, maybe Mom would come around enough to enable half of my fantasy, but she was the slipperier fish. It’d take time, and Nell, once cured of me, might help her mother escape as well. For now, Sis didn’t know about Mom and my close encounters.
“What if I said no?” Maybe bullheadedness would win instead of cleverness. “I’ll keep it in my pants.”
“Then you better stop showing bulges, or I will get Mom and Dad to understand how you’re harassing me. I’m not shy about describing sexual shenanigans.
Mom would believe her because of Sisterhood. (and the fact that I’m doing the same damned thing to her – only differently) Dad would believe anything his baby girl said, unless her mother said otherwise. And Nell had the mental fortitude to blather details about stimulating anuses with clown noses, in a church full of old biddies.
I glowered at my hot sister. “This is why guys prefer the fantasy of porn over the reality of seduction.”
“I love you too, you fat-dick, stalker asshole!”
Not to worry. That’s how all our arguments wind up. I snorted. “So we’re back to when and where.”
“Glad to hear you signed aboard.” She glanced at the clock. “You have to get to school. If I saw it now, I’d jump your bones when you get back.”
“You do understand that I wouldn’t mind you jumping my bones.”
“All guys say that.” She piffed, shaking her long hair back across her shoulders.
I’d run out of guff. I left silently.
All that day, failure stabbed at my thoughts. I’d gotten myself in a situation that was the opposite of my goals. My sister was going to use my dick for her own gratification. I would be her slave.
Fuck!
“Hey, Nell!” I called out upon returning home – without an answer. She must have stayed after her classes. I tried to lose myself in homework but ended up playing a game on the big screen. Mom said, “Hi.” On the way to change out of her work clothes.
In a few hours, I had built a thriving, sim civilization. I was feeling optimistic. Fuck self-doubt. “Who knows what the future will bring!” I sang it. I was about to get a lot of Nell’s attention on my dick. That would be worth a few excellent cums at the very least. Maybe she’d get bored of it, maybe not. Anything could happen, like the dead or alive cat in a box.
I was helping Mom make dinner when my ‘in-superposition’ sister returned, going directly into her room. I confessed. “Mom, I showed her my rash, last night.”
“Do I need to hear this – Craig?” She spoke with a tone of warning.
“I told her this morning that it was better. For some reason, she wants to keep track of it, like a science project.”
Mom, for once, reacted in the way I hoped for. “That’s what Nelda said she’s doing it for?” I didn’t see Mom’s eyes roll, but a slide-whistle played its slurred note in my head. “I guess her microbiology classes are as good an excuse as any.”
I didn’t mention it further. I did excuse myself a little later. “Gotta pee.” I went into the hall and tapped softly on Nell’s door. “Dickman calling.” I whispered.
“Okay. Come in.” She sounded resigned, the tone I wanted to hear from her forever.
I opened the door quietly and stuck my face in. “Can’t right now, but I told Mom that I have a rash, and you’re giving me advice.”
“Huh?” She, predictably, got aroused, but not in a sexy way. “You didn’t pass that lame excuse by me before telling her!?”
“Gotta pee.” I closed the door, went to the bathroom, and shook my dick a few times over the toilet. I honestly wanted to classify all women as ‘trouble.’ Then I looked up, into the mirror.
***
I smiled a lot at dinner, and offered cheerful banter. “…then the sophomore looked at the dating app on his phone and told the lady, ‘You don’t look anything like PimplesAndDimples.'” I set my fork down and grinned. “Why don’t we surprise Dad at work, tonight, by bringing him some dessert?”
Mom and Nell agreed. A quick drive to Shake and Cake, and thirty dollars later, we headed to his worksite which was half an hour’s drive. The women sat up front, sucking on milkshakes, Pralines and Cream for Mom, Butternut Swirl for Nell. I protected the carrot cake’s box in the back seat, texting Dad to meet us at the gate.
He could only take a fifteen minute break, but we timed our good time together as efficiently as possible.
With frosting stained lips Mom drove us home again. Dad’d work hours lasted until midnight. I motioned Nell to sit with me as we got in the car. I sat behind the driver’s seat. She sat on my right. I opened my pants and hauled out my dick. It was as full as a column of bird seed.
Her reaction was to look at Mom who of course was glancing at our reflection in the rear view mirror. The angle wasn’t right for Mom to see my dong, especially while driving in the dark. Nell saw brief flashes of my meaty prick as streetlights swept past. Between flashes, she had only her imagination and a shadowy outline to work with.
I used my imagination and the sound of her heavy breathing to arouse myself as I slowly masturbated.
“He’s not groping you back there. Is he?” Mom laughed. “You two have been quiet for almost five minutes.”
“Feeling left out?” Nell was compelled to respond flippantly. She’s the one who got that part of our mother’s DNA.
“Did you want me to feel you too?” Mom shot back. “I charge hooker rates. No discounts for lesbians.”
The thought of Mom and Sis making out in a car made my dick throb. It was almost as exciting as pretending to collar and spank them!
“You’re a true feminist, Mom.”
“Craig, you’ve been chatty all evening. Ran out of cheer?”
“Nah, I’m just wanking in the back seat. It’s been a good night.”
“Now I feel left out.” She paused. “Nell, he’s not really masturbating, right?”
I so wanted to speed up my jerking hand, but I couldn’t risk slapping any louder.
“I don’t peep and tell.”
“For that kind of sass, Nelda, if Craig is jerking off, I’ll make you clean up the mess he makes on the seat.”
“Maybe I won’t let his mess reach the seat.” Nell purred. Her eyes kept darting to my purpling head. I was squeezing harder than ever, to last longer. I hadn’t intended to milk a geyser in the car. I had just wanted to give Big Sis a good show.
Talk about a mood swing! I’d been anxious all day, feeling like life was collapsing all around me. Abruptly before dinner, I had reason to change my point of view, I was now about to orgasm so powerfully, I imagined I might flood the car with my cum! “Nnngghh!” I couldn’t stifle my groan. If they continued snarking at each other about me jerking off, I wasn’t going to last much longer!
Nell recognized my dilemma. She scanned frantically around the back half of the car, until a smirk cut across her face and her eyes twinkled with schadenfreude. Reaching up her loose top, she fiddled with her bra and pulled it clear from her torso like a stage magician escaping a straightjacket.
She thrust the double, sheer cups at me, grinning the message, ‘You Fucking OWE Me.’
I unloaded all of my cum into the closest bra cup, gasping as quietly as I could from the climax that struck like mallet against gong.
“What’s going on back there?”
“MMbblll!!!” Nell replied as if her mouth was full.
“I can see your face, Nelda. Stop being silly.”
When the last dribble of cum oozed into the cup, Nell covered it with the other cup then hid it behind her. She grinned into the rearview mirror to misdirect Mom from her hands.
We both hoped the blowing air conditioner kept the smell in the backseat until we arrived home.
Everyone went to their rooms. I did study then. Nell texted me. “In my room. Now.”
I brought my books with me.
“You’re going to study while I look at your dick?”
“I gotta do something.” I kept a plain face. I had had a terrific cum not more than an hour previous. “How did you enjoy my cum?” I grinned suggestively.
She sneered. “Sit at my desk, Twerp. I’ll study on my bed.” She grabbed her laptop.
Taking her place on the chair, I opened my pants and pushed backwards to give her a good view while I cracked open my algebra 2 book. Math was bound to keep my dick limp.
She didn’t last ten minutes. “I need to see it hard.”
“Well, you come over and work it. I got a quiz tomorrow.” I lied. It was in two days. “But you gotta do it on your knees.”
“Still working that angle, huh?” She shook her head before turning it back to her computer.
A knock surprised both of us. “May I come in?”
I rushed to zip up!
“Sure Mom.” Nell called when the coast was clear.
She entered, looked around and even sniffed. “You’re studying? I was hoping you were smoking weed in here.”
“Nah.” Nell grinned up. “Just soaking a sausage.”
“I’ve no energy for that game. Do either of you want a late night snack?” It was her code for ‘I’m hungry, but if I eat alone I’ll feel bad about getting fat.’
“Mooom!” I complained quietly. “Use your vibe instead of eating.”
“It’s none of your business, but it is your fault.” She accused both of us. “And I can’t find fresh D-cells in the house.”
“You can dine on Craig’s meat. Semen has twenty five calories tops.” Nell offered me. “I’ll be your chaperone.”
“Don’t lump me in with the infertile lab incels who ran that study.” I turned to Mom. “Mine’s worth at least a hundred.” She was more horny than hungry. With luck she might seek me out later. You can guess how my dick responded.
“Why did I bother?” She receded into the hall.
I shouted before she closed the door. “You’re not fat, Mom! Eat that last slice of cake, and jog it off in the morning.”
After a minute or two I reopened my pants. A fairly erect cock greeted the room.
“That’s more like it.” Nell mumbled but her face revealed her suspicions about what had motivated my boner.
Before Big Sis could taunt me about a mother-complex, I focused on math problems.
I was having trouble with a cosine substitution when warm fingers wrapped around my prick! I jerked head around, and I must have looked shocked.
“Hey, you said I could if I was on my knees.” Nell had slipped off the bed and crawled up to me. I had no problem with her feeling me up. I couldn’t believe that I so engrossed in a math problem that I didn’t notice my big sister sneak up!
“Isn’t this like breaking training for you?” I referred to her ‘bore herself of my dick’ plan.
“Systematic desensitization isn’t about how you receive the stimulus. It’s about how you react to it. I’m not finger-fucking myself while I explore you.”
“Yeah, but you want to.”
“Don’t rile me, Craig. My fingers have nails.” She gave a sample pinch.
“OW!” I yipped. I wanted to retort that she hadn’t denied my accusation but played it safe by focusing on the soft touches of her fingers. “Um, I’m just surprised you’re down there.”
“Yeah, well, you’re my kid brother. You’re more than a statistical anomaly with a mommy complex, and I’m not just a fetish with tits.” She stroked me a couple times then stopped. “It’ll work best if I do this and feel repulsed at the same time. Have you figured it out yet that the idea of incest repels me?” Her fingers circled around my shaft, stimulating me back to full strength. She was trying not to jerk me off, but if she wasn’t careful, she’d get a face full of semen.
“Huh – mmmm.” Damn she made me as hard as the rock I was dumb as! Which was probably quite important to her plan.
“My challenge is to always react- nngh!” She squeaked. Her body shook for a second. “…uh, negatively or neutrally.”
At convulsion’s end, her face tightened with unhappiness.
I almost blurted, “Did you just cum?” But reminding myself of her fingernails, saved me. Despite my sister’s submissive posture, I was being dominated. It was the opposite of my plan. I grabbed and pulled her hand away. “That felt good, Sis, except for the pinch, but you didn’t ask.” I strived to sound stern.
For one second, her sadness verged on tears. Nell must have hated herself in that second for the orgasm which had shaken her. She grunted, “Fine. Whatever,” stood up, and turned to her bed, presenting her firm, big and round butt to my face for just a second.
It took three seconds more for my brain to light up with genius. “I could punish you when your fetish overwhelms. That would at least snap you out of it, right?”
“What would? Sending me to bed without dessert?”
I said with gusto, “No, I’d crack a wooden paddle across your butt!”
“Always back to that fantasy.” She frowned. “That’s what I’m escaping.”
“Don’t be cold, Nell. I saw your face. You climaxed from feeling my dick!”
Which by the way was begging for attention. My earlier ejaculation in the car now felt like a warm up. “I could have slapped you, just hard enough to break your reaction. That’s what you’re trying to tame, right, your reactions to my big prick? I saw it happening, Sis. I could have prevented you from cumming.”
“It was just a little one.” She tried to brush it off.
“It was just one beer.” I was on a roll. “That’s what alcoholics say.”
“Get out of my room.” She couldn’t stand me putting a spotlight on her failure.
I felt a little victorious, zipping up, closing my math book, and returning to my room. It was nearly time for Dad to come home.
Mom knocked on my door. She opened it without permission, just wide enough for her face. “I heard you yelp in pain, Craig. What happened?”
“It was nothing.”
“It sounded like something.” A mother learns every noise her kids make.
Mom’s intrusion was both timely and inconvenient. I had wanted to jerk off, but I didn’t want to expose Nell’s privacy. “Mom, I told you that Nell is monitoring my rash. She got a little carried away. It was nothing. We spent most of our time studying.”
Mom’s face went through multiple expressions before settling on determination. She pushed into the room and closed the door. “Let me see it.”
I hesitated. I had lied about the ointment helping, but there wasn’t a hint of rash on my groin. What was she expecting to see? I considered denying her request.
I wanted to fuck my mother – let’s be clear about my motives. However, if I showed my cock now, in the hope of snagging her pussy later, I would end up being a slave to my cock as much as I wanted the Williams women to be.
“I’d rather not.” I put that out there.
She reacted vexed. I sensed she wanted to see my dick for more than checking the status of my supposed rash. This was what I had been working on, to keep Mom and Sis thinking about my prick without flashing it blatantly in their faces.
“Tell me the truth, Craig.” Her lower lip trembled. “Are you having sex with your sister?”
Having sex. Now that’s a tricky phrase. Prez Bill Clinton said, much to his discredit, “I did not have sex with that woman.” Aside from his horrible implications towards a relatively powerless Monica, she was totally giving him blow-jobs! They didn’t fuck, but in my mind a cum is a cum. Her only discredit was not swallowing to keep her dress clean!
Why his bit of power abuse was a national crisis I’ll never understand when a few years later the successor President and Co. murdered a million Iraqis and got away scot-free. I guess it’s just politics in America.
The politics I had to deal with were about not getting my ass kicked out on the street. “Mom, sit down.” I indicated my chair.
She shrugged, threw a leg across it, squatted, and sent a warning glare over the wooden back.
“Nell and I are fooling around a little. You already know that. I’m asking you not to pry-”
I interrupted myself to prevent her from interrupting. “Yes, you have every right to intervene when your children are on a trajectory to lock their bodies together in the most shameful ways. What you don’t have a right to do is be a hypocrite.”
Mother’s eyes fumed with angst, but she let me finish.
“Now do you want to see my dick?”
She seethed. “Yes, damn you.” She took a deep breath. She grumbled a continuous stream of frustration while I refrained from exposing myself. Mom stood up after a minute of being denied. She hadn’t wanted to see my dick so much as she wanted to find out what she was missing out on. Her lungs chugged like a brick house steam engine on her way out of my room.
“FUCK, YES!” I howled shortly thereafter, cumming ‘OHHHH’ so hard into a pair of Mom’s panties. I always keep one available for extra special occasions, stealing them from the laundry nook to sustain my emergency supply.
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