Forbidden Family And Friends – Part 8

Day 9

I woke up in the morning on Rachel's bed. She's still asleep, half-naked next to me. My beautiful, beautiful sister. She likes my kisses, so I wake her up with lots of kisses.

I went to my room to freshen up. Shit, some unknown number is calling me. Could that be Discreet?

Secretary: Good morning, Mr. Holmes.

Yes! It's them.

Me: Morning.

Secretary: We've processed the results of the questionnaire you filled out for us yesterday. Based on the test results, we are happy to accept you as our client, Mr. Holmes.

Me: That's great!

Secretary: We'd like to schedule an appointment. Would tomorrow afternoon fit in your schedule?

Yes!

Me: Let me check my agenda.

I shouldn't sound too eager.

Secretary: We could, of course, look at a date later this month or even next month if you wish.

No!

Me: No, I think I can squeeze this in.

Secretary: Good. This is to be an introductory consultation. We'll provide you with all the details as soon as you arrive at our offices.

Me: Thank you.

Secretary: We look forward to welcoming you tomorrow, Mr. Holmes.

After a quick shower, I eat breakfast and head to work. I buy a webcam to spy on Brody. With the help of Riley, I placed the spycam in Brody's office. Riley even kissed me on the lips as a thank you for making things exciting at work.

During my lunch break, Rachel and Liza asked me to help them with shopping. Liza always wears conservative clothes. So this time, we bought her a short tank top with most of her chest exposed.

Rachel picks a short blue and silver color dress, and also she picks a very sexy white string bikini. I pay at the counter while the girls wait for me nearby.

When we head out, I see Rachel stiffen and start to walk haltingly. An old lady approaches us. She's wearing huge glasses and has boy-cut hair.

Rachel: Shit! That's Mrs. Steel.

Me: Who?

Rachel: She works at my school, and she's a total bitch. Fuck! She's coming this way.

Mrs. Steel: Hello Rachel.

Rachel: Hi, Mrs. Steel.

Mrs. Steel: Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends, Rachel?

Rachel: Oh… er… This is my sister Liza and my brother Aafi.

Mrs. Steel: Good, good. How are you all today?

Liza: We're quite well, thank you.

I don't know why Rachel is so tense all of a sudden, but I'm not sure I like this woman. The lady was pretty rude. So I stopped her and asked her to move on. She was very unhappy and a bit angry at my response.

I say goodbye to my sisters and go back to my job at the supermarket, where the day passes uneventfully. I head back home.

I was thinking about MrX. I shouldn't wait too long before getting those pictures from MrX and dealing with him permanently. Not sure how long Bella will accept our new arrangement and get the pictures back from MrX. I really do care for her.

But I need some help, maybe James is willing? I shouldn't tell him everything, of course. I'm pretty sure he won't understand the kind of relationship Bella and I are developing.

Speak of the devil, I get a call from James. James and I planned to visit MrX's house and con them with an offer of a sponsored program.

This way, one could sneak in and get the pictures of Bella.

I went to visit Liza. There's light coming from under the door. It seems Liza is still awake. I knock on the door:

Me: Hey. Can't sleep?

Liza: Yeah, I keep milling around in my head.

Me: Do you want to talk about it?

Liza: I just want a hug, really.

Me: I can do that.

I sit on her left side and put my arm around her neck. As soon as I hold Liza in my arms, she clasps me tight and lets out a long sigh. We both clearly don't want to let go. Liza's grip doesn't loosen, and I feel her soft breasts against your chest.

When I let go of her, we each stare directly into each other's eyes. I see a glimmer of hesitation in your sister's eyes when I move closer to her. Our lips meet as Liza closes her eyes. Her lips are so soft!

Me: Good night, sweet Liza.

Liza: I… Er… Good night… Aafi.

Bella was not at home, so I went to Rachel. She's sitting on her bed in her underwear.

Rachel: I was wondering when you'd come.

I always save the best for last.

Rachel: Say Aafi! Do you like me?

Me: Of course I do, you know that.

Rachel: Yes, yes. But I mean in another way.

Me: You mean your body?

Rachel: Yes. You already said you liked my breasts. But…

She's clearly fishing for something.

Rachel: But do you like my body?

Me: Yes, Rachel. When I say you're beautiful, I really mean it. You're sexy as hell.

Rachel: I'll reward you by taking something off then. What do you like most about my body?

She took off her top.

Hmmm, of course, I can't tell her that I'd love to bury my face in her delicious ass. I have to come up with something poetic.

Me: That's hard to say…

I gently make her lie flat on the bed.

Me: I'm going to let my kisses do the talking!

She's topless with just her panties on. I start with her upper body.

Me: I'm going to kiss your beautiful mouth.

Suddenly, I feel Rachel's tongue searching for mine.

Me: Hey! I'm kissing your mouth. What's that tongue doing here?

Rachel: Sorry! Got carried away.

Me: I'm going to have to kiss you again.

I love her eagerness!

Me: Your breasts are always a gorgeous sight when I see them.

As I kiss my sister's small breasts, I feel her nipples stiffen.

Me: You like that, don't you?

Rachel: Y-yes.

Let's reward those puffy delights.

Me: I feel I haven't praised your beautiful belly enough.

I feel Rachel holding her breath as I kiss the soft skin around her navel.

Rachel: Hee hee, that tickles Aafi!

I moved to her lower body.

Me: Now, your legs. They're perfect.

I teasingly kiss the length of her legs until I reach her inner thighs.

Me: But the true reward goes to your beautiful thighs.

Rachel makes no move to close her legs as I work my way up the soft flesh of her thighs. I feel her muscles tighten as I caress her with my mouth. The sweet scent of my sister's skin is almost overwhelming.

Me: And now I have to ask you to turn around because there's something there I'd like very much to kiss.

Rachel: You're so bad!

Soft as a peach and firm to the touch. This can't get more perfect. Her buttocks are so soft.

Me: Your feet are so delicate and kissable.

Rachel: Do you really think so?

I stopped kissing.

Rachel: I'm convinced! You really love my body.

Me: I sure do!

Rachel: I feel so sleepy now.

Me: Sweet dreams, dear Rachel.

My sister falls asleep very quickly. And soon, I only hear her soft breath and feel the soft beating of her heart.

Day 10

Damn, I nearly overslept. I'd love to repeat what we did yesterday, but I've got things to do today. I'll surprise her by making some breakfast.

Seems I'm all alone with Rachel this morning. That's not a bad thing at all. I prepare a nice breakfast for Rachel and me.

Rachel: Good morning, Aafi.

Me: And a very good morning to you!

Rachel: You're in a good mood.

Me: There was a beautiful girl in my bed just now, and I made her breakfast.

Rachel: Yay!

Me: Doing anything fun today?

Rachel: I'm hanging out with Alina today. We're having a sleepover here.

I'd love to be part of that!

Me: That sounds nice.

Rachel: That means we won't be able to sleep together.

Maybe Alina won't mind.

Me: You're probably right.

Rachel: I'll make it up to you tomorrow!

I wonder how. Maybe she'll let me kiss her entire body.

Me: Looking forward to it!

Rachel: Hey, I didn't want to talk about it earlier. But thank you for standing up to that woman yesterday.

Me: I just didn't like the way she was talking to you. She was your school counselor, right?

Rachel: She still is. You probably understood that my grades weren't that good last year. And a couple of teachers decided it was better for me to see the school counselor. So I went to see Mrs. Steel.

Me: And it didn't help?

Rachel: As I said, she's a total bitch. We had a few sessions where she blamed everything on Ana's and Alina's influence.

Me: They were responsible for your grades?

Rachel: No, she says I have a bright future ahead of me and that they're not the kind of girls a proper young lady should hang out with.

If Rachel had seen either of them gagging on my cock, she would agree with Mrs. Steel.

Rachel: My grades will be fine next year. But Mrs. Steel still isn't convinced. She even threatened to send me to some summer camp next year if she doesn't see any improvement.

Fuck no, Mrs. Steel sounds like a meddlesome bitch.

Me: That's tough. I'm certain your grades will go up next year. I'll help you with your homework if you'd like.

Rachel: I'd like that very much!

Me: We'll show Mrs. Steel that you're an independent girl who doesn't need school camps or meddling counselors.

Rachel: You betcha!

We finish our breakfast and go our separate ways. Rachel gives me a kiss on my lips.

Rachel: Have fun today!

Me: I will, you too.

I got back to the supermarket and change into a nice suit. It's time to visit MrX's home and con him. I message James to get ready and meet me in an hour and send him the location.

I walk to the neighborhood where I saw MrX enter the house. James is already waiting for me at the agreed-upon location.

Me: You're looking sharp today, Mr. Reems.

James: As do you, Mr. Holmes.

Me: I hope MrX's mother is ready for Mr. Reems and Mr. Holmes.

James: Is anybody ever?

We both approach the door and ring the doorbell.

Me: Good day, Miss…?

Hazel: Presley. Hazel Presley.

Me: Ah, Miss Presley. We're here about your son and want to have a word with you.

Hazel: Dwayne? What about him? He's not in trouble, is he?

Ah, MrX is Dwayne.

Me: Yes. Your son, Dwayne. My name is Mr. Holmes. Mr. Reems and I are talent scouts of sorts. We'd like to offer Dwayne an opportunity that will surely boost his future career prospects.

Hazel: Dwayne isn't here at the moment.

Very good!

Hazel: Maybe you should come back at a later time?

Me: That's a shame, but might we come in and speak a bit more in detail? You are, after all, his mother.

Hazel: Well, I guess you can come in.

As we follow Dwayne's mom inside, James leans in close and mutters in my ear.

James: Smooth-talking, Mr. Holmes! And she has a great ass.

Me: Behave, Mr. Reems!

James excused himself to the bathroom while I pitched the idea of the opportunity for her son to enroll in a fully sponsored program. James went on to search for the pics of Bella. Finally, he was back after some time.

Me: So Miss Presley, Hazel. I hope you'll allow your son to enroll in our program.

Hazel: You've brightened my day, sirs. You'll contact us in a few days, right?

Me: Certainly.

Hazel: Here's my number in case you need it.

Eager, eager Hazel.

Me: Much obliged, have a very nice day!

James: Good day, Miss Presley.

We get out of there quickly. James hands me the whole hard drive of MrX. After thanking him, I head back to the supermarket. When I return, all is quiet in the supermarket.

Riley: Hey you. You've missed our boss, he went out, no word on when he gets back. So I guess we can retrieve that cam because of what happened this morning?

Me: That's awesome!

I kissed her in a moment of heat.

Riley: You sure know how to thank a girl! Now, let's open up that office.

Riley waits outside while I retrieve the webcam. Nothing much has changed here. Though that poor couch probably has some new cum stains. I retrieve the webcam, and Riley locks the door again.

Riley: I'm both curious and afraid of what's on that cam's memory card.

Me: Me too. I'll check the footage tonight.

Riley: So I guess I won't be seeing you tomorrow if that memory card contains the dirt you need on Brody?

Me: I'm afraid not.

Riley: Shame.

Riley picks up a pencil on the counter and writes down something on a piece of paper.

Riley: Here. I'd really like to know how it all ends for our beloved manager. So give me a call, will you?

I'm pretty sure that was just an excuse to give me her phone number.

Me: I will!

Looking at the clock regularly, I impatiently wait until the end of my shift.

I change clothes in the restroom for the second time today. I had an appointment at discreet. Let's see what Mom is up to.

Slowly, but surely the elevator crawls to the fifth floor.

Receptionist: Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes. You are here for your first session. After you sign, we can arrange the payment.

The Receptionist hands me a stack of papers and indicates where I have to sign.

Receptionist: If you'd like some time to read the contract, there are seats in the lobby.

Me: Thank you. I'd like that.

I sit down on one of the chairs in the lobby and gloss over the contract.

Seems like a lot of paperwork. It covers confidentiality, a waiver of personal injuries… Damn… No surprise, this place is a secret. After signing the contract, I hand it over to the Receptionist.

Receptionist: Thank you, Mr. Holmes. Let's arrange the down payment.

I transfer the money to the account of Discreet.

Receptionist: It looks like we're all set. If you'd like to follow me.

I follow the Receptionist to an area of the Discreet offices I haven't seen before.

Receptionist: Your consultant will be with you in a moment. Before your appointment, we ask you to wear this mask. This ensures your privacy.

Wearing a mask at a business meeting? What the actual fuck?!

Receptionist: Thank you for choosing Discreet Incorporated, Mr. Holmes. Enjoy!

After that statement, the Receptionist leaves through the door we both came in.

Enjoy? And did she just wink at me?

Several minutes pass. The mask isn't very comfortable. But I resist the urge to take it off. Is this it, is this some kind of joke? Suddenly the door opens. Mom?! She is wearing a mask too, but I could easily recognize her.

She is wearing an all-black dominatrix costume. She's wearing a leather overbust corset. She's looking really hot in her long high heel boots. I had to stay quiet. Fuck! It's Mom. She's going to see through this flimsy disguise.

Mom: (God, the clients are getting younger every day. It seems. Probably another rich banker kid. Though he seems familiar somehow. Hard to tell with the mask.)

She walked towards me.

Mom: Good day, Mr. Holmes.

Me: Good afternoon, Miss…?

Mom: Right. Let's set some ground rules for this session and possibly future ones as well. You will speak only when I allow it.

What's with the stern tone all of a sudden? She talks just like she did on the phone.

Mom: You will address me as 'Mistress.' And you will do as I ask. Am I making myself crystal clear? If not, you are allowed to leave now.

Me: Yes, mistress.

Mom: Good boy. Follow me.

I follow Mom through the door and arrive in a lusciously furnished chamber. This looks nothing like the office spaces I saw when I arrived. Is that just a front for this boudoir?

Mom: If you follow my rules and be a good boy, nice things will happen to you. Otherwise, you will be punished.

Fuck. My mother is a dominatrix?

I'd laugh out loud right now at the thought, but she'd probably whip me. And this could lead to very interesting situations.

Mom: Each of the doors in this room opens up to a chamber where you will experience a great many things. As it's your first session, I intend to go slow.

Slow is good. Isn't it?

Mom: Undress.

What?! She wants me to go naked already?!

Mom: Do I have to repeat myself? You may leave the mask on.

Better do as she says. I start undressing while my mother is watching me.

Mom: Good boy.

I am down to my underwear and am very aware of Mom's piercing gaze.

Mom: (Nice, well-trained body. I can work with that. He's young, though, as I suspected.)

Don't get an erection. Don't get an erection. Don't get an erection. When I remove my underwear, I stand stark naked before Mom.

Mom: Well, now, let's have a look at you.

Mom walks around me and appears to inspect every inch of my body. With her hand, she slaps my naked buttocks. The pain tingles and burns a little bit.

Mom: Muscular and firm. But your dick doesn't seem to work. Don't you find me attractive?

Should I say something?

Mom: Speak!

Me: No, you're very attractive.

Another slap on my butt, harder this time.

Mom: No, what?!

Me: No, mistress.

Mom: Remember that.

Mom moves to the front and grabs my penis. Due to the small amount of pressure she applies, it starts swelling instantly. Shit, she's so close to me. Why doesn't she recognize me?!

Mom: Ah, it does work.

Fuck! Is she going to jerk me off?

Mom: (That's a very juicy cock when it's fully erect. I'm almost tempted to use it. Calm down, girl! You're supposed to be a professional.)

Mom: Do you want me to jerk your hard dick off, dirty boy? Spill your warm cum all over my hands?

God yes!

Me: Y-yes, mistress.

My mother suddenly lets go of my penis.

Mom: Well, not today, you won't. Maybe I'll allow you to show me how much you really like me, but we're going to take small steps. I wouldn't want my little boy to get hurt. Let's see how much you appreciate me. On your knees! My feet. Kiss them.

I get on my knees and kiss the cold leather of Mom's boots.

Mom: Good boy. I can tell you like it on your knees. Maybe I should have you lie down, and I can walk over you.

What the hell?! I don't think I'm ready for that.

Mom: But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Mom: Kiss my legs.

Gladly.

Mom: I'm sure you would like to rest your head against my thighs.

And taste that glorious pussy.

Mom: Do you like titties? I'm sure you do, all the little boys do.

Me: Yes, mistress.

Mom: Good. You then may kiss them.

Oh man, how I would love to kiss and lick those gorgeous nipples. As I kiss her voluptuous breasts, I feel a slight shudder going through Mom. The tip of her whip tickles your balls ever so slightly.

Me: I'm more of an ass man myself… mistress…

Mom: Why did you have to say that? Now I have to get my whip and punish you.

Still getting the hang of that whole submissiveness thing. A grinning Mom thwacks me three times across my buttocks. Pain flares up instantly, soon replaced with a warm, stingy feeling.

Mom: I think that's enough for today. You may dress. My Receptionist will schedule another appointment with you. You have a long way to go, boy.

Me: Yes, mistress.

Goodbye mommy-dear. That was some extremely weird shit.

Receptionist: I trust you enjoyed your first session, Mr. Holmes? Would you like to schedule another session?

Me: Yes, it was quite invigorating.

Receptionist: Good, I can fit you in four days.

Me: Sounds good to me.

Receptionist: All right then. We'll see you in four days. Have a nice day.

This is going to be intense. I'm pretty sure of it. She didn't even seem to recognize me. Wonder how long that will last.

Bella is still awake.

Me: Good evening, sis.

Bella: Oh, it's you.

Me: I noticed you weren't here last night. Have you been avoiding me?

Bella: I was at a friend's. We went to a party and… Wait a minute, I don't have to justify myself to you!

Me: Actually, you do. Now that I'm the man of the house, you need to keep me informed of your whereabouts.

Bella: Hmpf!

Me: But relax, I have forgiven you, and I'm going to give you a good time.

Bella: Isn't that nice of you…

Me: This will work better when you're naked.

With a sigh, Bella undresses. It seems she's caring less and less about showing her naked body to me. Good!

Me: Now, if you would be so kind as to spread your legs for me.

My sister hesitantly spreads her legs, hiding her pussy with her hands.

Bella: What are you planning, little pervert?

Me: Just enjoy yourself.

I caress her inner thighs, and an involuntary shudder escapes Bella. I'm always amazed at how tense she is. Maybe this will help.

Bella holds her breath when my fingers move towards her pussy. Slowly, I run my fingers down her moist pussy lips, parting them slightly.

Damn, she's already wet!

Me: Do you want one or two fingers inside you?

Bella: …

Me: Two it is then.

Slowly, but surely I insert two fingers inside her pussy. Bella claws at the covers of her bed while I rhythmically move inside her wet pussy and rub her clitoris.

Me: Do you like it, sis, when your brother finger-fucks you?

Bella: …

Me: You're awfully quiet. Maybe I should stop?

Bella: No! (Fuck! Control yourself, Bella!)

Me: Hehehe. You didn't lose your tongue after all. But I can tell you, like my fingers, you're soaking wet.

I finger her even faster and apply more pressure to her clit. Bella wriggles beneath my touch, her breathing ragged. My sister lifts her body from the bed, her leg muscles tightening. She falls back onto the mattress when her orgasm shudders through her body, wave after wave.

Damn, that was one hell of an orgasm.

Me: Good girl!

Bella: F-f-fuck you, Aafi.

Even her snide comments are losing their sting.

Me: All in good time, dear sister. You clearly had a great time. So we're going to do something fun tomorrow.

Bella: Just go away.

Me: Tomorrow, I'm going to treat you to a great night out. Drinks are on me. Just be sure you're ready. Sleep tight, dear sister. We're going to have such fun tomorrow.

Bella: Hmpf!