6

"Brian...Brian..."

I was so tired I didn't even recognize the voice at first. I burrowed deeper into my pillow and hoped that whoever it was would go away.

"Brian..." the voice called again, sounding a bit more urgent, but still I tried to ignore it. That's when the shaking started. "Brian, wake up!"

My eyes snapped open ready to tear into whoever stood above me. I only fell asleep an hour or two ago and I was exhausted. Today was one of the longest days in my life. My sister Lisa woke me up early this morning because Rhonda was missing. She'd left me and gone back to her sister after promising to be mine forever, body and soul.

I'd gone to Megan's to take the woman I loved back, but it didn't quite work out that way. Oh, Rhonda was back, at least for the time being, but now I had Megan and our bet to contend with and winning it would be no easy task.

I didn't want to think about the ramifications of losing it. Megan wouldn't just get Rhonda. She'd get my sister Lisa as well. I had a plan and was reasonably confident that it would work, but there was always the possibility that it wouldn't and I'd lose.

I'd been on an emotional rollercoaster all day working at accepting the craziness that was my life. I needed time to absorb it all, but it didn't look like I was going to get it tonight, certainly not based on Gabby's expression. I swallowed my anger at being woken up. Rhonda's little sister was clearly upset.

"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"It's Megan," the dirty blond answered.

"That's a given," I said, trying not to sound impatient, but probably failing. "What happened?"

"She's locked in your mother's room with Rhonda and your mom," Gabby answered. "I heard Megan and Rhonda fighting."

"Where is Lisa?" I asked, knowing she was the only other person in the house who could control Megan. If anything, Gabby's expression became more concerned. I was still groggy, but the idea of Megan with my mom got me out of bed quickly enough.

"Um, she's asleep in her room. I didn't want to disturb her," the girl answered.

I knew Gabby's real reason for coming to me instead of going to my sister. Lisa had hurt Megan earlier. Gabby wanted to help Rhonda and my mom, but not at the cost of hurting her sister Megan, at least not to the degree that Lisa had so done earlier. I could understand that.

"Let's go," I said, as I shook my head and forced myself to wake up enough to function. I led Gabby to mom's room. The door was locked like she said. It was one of those old, solid ones. I'm sure I could have broken it down with some effort, but mom being mom there was a key on top of the lintel. All the bedroom doors had locks on them for privacy, but they also had keys nearby just in case. Obviously, with Megan staying with us I would need to remove all the locks or take possession of the keys.

I opened the door and walked in to find Megan on the bed riding my mom's face rather aggressively. Rhonda was hogtied and gagged face down on the floor. It looked like Gabby was right and Rhonda had tried to help my mother. Frankly, that surprised me. I knew Rhonda loved mom, but I couldn't picture her standing up to her older sister.

Megan heard the door open and looked at me as I entered. She had the audacity to actually smirk. I was so angry I literally saw red. I was at the side of the bed in two long steps. I grabbed Megan's arms and squeezed, jerking her off of my mother and the bed in one harsh motion. I held her up off the ground making eye contact. I was shaking in anger. Her smirk remained despite the fact that I was sure I was hurting her.

"Brian!" I heard mom nearly yelling. "I'm okay! It's okay!"

"No, it's not," I said coldly, but I dropped Megan. She was so surprised that she fell off balanced and ended up on her ass on the floor. I ignored her and looked mom over carefully. She didn't look great, but like she said, she was okay. Mom saw my concern and forced a smile as she briefly wiped her face with the sheet. She hugged me afterward. I released a portion of my anger. I was still plenty mad, but I was in control once more.

"Relax, she liked it," Megan said as she stood and rubbed her hip and ass. "Hell, I bet she would have liked what came next even more!"

"Give it a rest Megan," Gabby snapped as she began untying their sister Rhonda.

"Come on Jess, it wasn't that big of a deal," Megan shrugged in annoyance. She clearly didn't like getting reprimanded by her baby sister.

"Jess?" mom asked in confusion.

"Please," Gabby sighed. "It's an old nickname that my family uses for me despite me hating it." Rhonda was free now and she pulled off her gag.

"She was crazy about Jessica Simpson as a little kid. Her songs were the only thing that could keep her quiet," she said with a smile as she remembered. I guess she was okay despite being bound and gagged by Megan. Who was I kidding? She liked it.

"It started out as a joke," Megan put in. "We began calling her Jess. She loved it at first."

"I was eight at the time," Gabby said pointedly. "And it got old before I reached my teens. I nearly died of embarrassment when you two came to my soccer game freshman year and called me that in front of everyone."

"We did, didn't we?" Rhonda laughed. Megan's earlier smirk shifted to an actual smile. She had a nice one when she wasn't being a bitch.

"After that we took up calling her Gabs," the oldest sister added.

"I wasn't thrilled with that at first either, but it was better than Jess," Gabby said, looking back and forth at her sisters.

"What did I miss?" Lisa said from the doorway. She's obviously just woken from a nap. She was yawning. The sight of her silenced the three sisters.

It was funny really. Despite me being the dominant here, they were all more afraid of Lisa than me. That wasn't a bad thing I guess, especially in Megan's case considering that my sister might end up with her when this was all over, but in the long run it was probably a mistake. I'd have to rectify it soon. I looked at them all and shook my head.

I noticed Gabby watching me. That's when I realized what she'd done. I had to give her credit. Gabby was one smart girl. She'd distracted me with the story of her childhood nickname long enough for my anger to subside significantly. Not only that, but she'd done it on purpose. I could see it in her expression.

That didn't mean I was going to let Megan off the hook, nor was my anger completely abated. Mom was my submissive, but she was also mom, someone to be cherished. Megan's concept of dominance didn't work that way.

"Megan locked mom, Rhonda and herself in here," I said, watching my sister's sleepiness disappear. I didn't need to explain further. Lisa was no dummy either. She took a step toward Megan. I had to give Rhonda's older sister credit. She didn't flinch despite what Lisa had done to her earlier. Gabby on the other hand looked ready to jump out of her skin.

"Lisa! Don't," mom said, obviously meaning it. "I'm okay. Between Rhonda fighting her and Gabby getting Brian, nothing happened."

"Almost nothing," I said pointedly, some of my anger resurfacing. Lisa looked at me. I could tell she wanted to take Megan back to her room and punish her again, but she waited to see if that's what I wanted. The truth was that I was sorely tempted to let her.

"Please don't!" Gabby begged me. She was making this hard.

"You promised not to try to stop what happened between your sisters and me when I agreed to let you stay," I said, reminding her of the conversation we'd had only hours before.

"I know," the dirty blond admitted. "But Megan is already bruised from before. Look at her butt. I can't bear the thought of Lisa spanking her again!" I shook my head. Lisa really had done a job on Megan's ass, but that wasn't the point. I needed to deal with Gabby's interference right now or it would only get worse.

"By all rights, I should kick you out of the house," I sighed, looking at the youngest sister and rubbing my hand along the stubble on one half of my face.

"No!" Gabby cried. "Please don't do that!"

I could see Megan get an almost hopeful look in her eyes. I was sure that Rhonda's expression was similar, but I didn't bother looking at her. I needed Gabby for my plan to work. I couldn't afford to get rid of her. Besides, my heart went out to her. All she was trying to do was protect her sister. I could understand that.

"I'll do anything. Anything!" the girl added. That's when a thought popped into my head. I didn't like it at first. Hell, I didn't like it period, but it might just work.

"Would you be willing to accept the punishment instead?" I asked Gabby.

"No!" Megan snapped. It sounded more like a curse than a simple denial.

Gabby was a guest in my house, but that didn't mean I wouldn't let her step in for her sister. I needed a way to control Megan when neither Lisa nor I was around and this might just be it. Sure, I could truss Megan up every time we both left the house or slept, but that would get old fast.

"Let me take Megan's punishment," Rhonda put in, looking at me hopefully as she stood.

"No, you have your own punishment to deal with," I said. She froze and met my eyes before nodding slowly in acceptance.

"Punishment? Why would you punish Rhonda? She fought to stop Megan!" Gabby's voice was on edge. Despite my warnings earlier, she hadn't really understood. She might in time, but this was too soon. The problem was that Megan hadn't left me a choice.

"Not really," I said, pulling Rhonda into a hug, letting her know I understood and forgave her. This only confused poor Gabby even more.

"Brian's right," Rhonda put in as she nuzzled into my shoulder. "I didn't try and stop Megan. If I wanted to do that I would have run and gotten him or Lisa like you did."

"But you fought her!" Gabby cried. "I heard it and you were tied up when we finally got the door open."

"That wasn't a decision," I said slowly, trying to make her understand. "That was an emotional reaction. Rhonda loves mom and didn't want to see her hurt. She jumped Megan, but she knew that she'd never be able to actually take her."

"I don't understand," Gabby said. Her confusion was obvious.

"You don't have to," Megan said succinctly. She clearly understood, but that didn't mean she wanted Gabby to. "All you need to do is walk out of here and not return until the month is up." Gabby looked at her sister for a long few moments. Her eyes shifted to Rhonda who continued to rest her head on my shoulder. After that Gabby looked at me. I saw her make her decision.

"I can't," she finally said to Megan. "I made a deal with Brian. I'm his to do with what he wants." That wasn't true and we both knew it. Mom did too, but no one else.

"But..." Megan began. Gabby wouldn't let her finish.

"I won't be excluded again!" she snapped, which I think was really more to the point.

I let Gabby stay as a way of manipulating Megan and because she wanted to be with her sisters. The truth was that she was free to go whenever she wanted. Honestly, none of them were being held against their will, not even Megan. She could leave this very moment if she were willing to lose the bet.

On the other hand, I didn't want Gabby to go. If this worked out then the worst case might not be as bad as I feared. The problem was that the end of Megan's stay was still a month away and the eighteen year old was going to face a lot worse than this if she planned on making it to the end.

"Fine, but that doesn't mean you need to take my punishment," Megan argued.

"No, it doesn't," Gabby agreed. "But what choice do I have? You're my sister."

"You're not doing her any favors," Lisa interjected, looking from Gabby to her oldest sister. "Megan needs to understand the ramifications of her actions. Besides, I think she's more like Rhonda then she thinks."

"Go to hell!" Megan snapped. My sister just grinned.

Lisa was pushing too hard. I still hadn't talk to her about the extremeness of the punishment she delved out earlier and now I had to add this to the conversation. One of the goals of this bet was to help Megan accept the truth about herself. She wasn't nearly as dominant as she thought, or maybe I should say that she had just as strong a need to be controlled as she did to control others. The problem was that she wasn't going to accept that any time soon. Hell, I still wasn't sure she'd ever accept it.

"She can't handle another spanking tonight," Gabby insisted. "I'll stand in for her."

"There are other types of punishments," Rhonda put in, but I wasn't going to allow for that. The truth was that I wanted Gabby to take her sister's punishment. Megan needed a reminder of the consequences of trying to subvert what was mine. Her own pain obviously wasn't going to do it. Maybe her little sister's would. It might not be fair to Gabby, but it was her choice.

Yeah, I was learning just how much of a bastard I could be. I tried not to dwell on it for the moment.

"No, someone is going to get spanked right now for what happened," I interjected in a tone that made it clear that there was no point in arguing. "I planned on being easy on Gabby this month because she is young and frankly, I'm still not convinced that she knows what she's agreed to, but I will allow her to take on Megan's punishment if she wants." I then turned to the oldest sister and added rather pointedly, "I figure that maybe her pain will teach you to behave since punishing you directly doesn't seem to work." Megan glared at me before turning to Gabby.

"Don't you dare!" Megan snapped angrily at her baby sister. "I don't want your help!" The eighteen-year-old's expression didn't change. She was committed.

Rhonda didn't say anything. She was just as upset as Megan, but knew that she wouldn't be able to change Gabby's mind, or mine for that matter. I glanced at my mother and sister. Lisa was clearly ready to go with my decision. Mom, on the other hand looked at me like she was ready to say something. I waited, but she remained silent. I turned back to Gabby.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"I have to," Gabby said softly, but not without conviction.

"You really don't," my sister interjected before looking to Megan. "Tell her the truth. You like being spanked. Just admit it and maybe your little sister will let you take your own punishment."

"I don't like being on the receiving end of any punishment!" Megan snapped in reply, but there was something in her expression that made me wonder if I should skip my planned talk with Lisa later, at least in regards to pushing Megan to accept her submissiveness. Maybe my sister knew what she was doing. I'd have to think on it.

"Okay, I guess that means I get to teach you a lesson using your sister instead," Lisa shrugged. I saw Megan blanch, but she didn't say anything.

"Not this time," I said into the silence that followed as I let go of Rhonda. "I'll be doing the teaching tonight. Come here Gabby." I moved to mom's desk and pulled out the chair.

"You're going to spank me?" Gabby asked in surprise, but that didn't stop her from moving to me.

"Yes," I said, sitting down. "This is your last chance to get out of it. It's going to hurt, a lot. I may not relish spanking someone quite as much as Lisa, but then again, I'm a lot stronger than her."

In answer, Gabby laid herself across my lap somewhat awkwardly. I shifted her into a more comfortable position before looking up at Megan. The hatred in her eyes burned. I smiled ever so slightly and pulled down her youngest sister's pants. Her panties went with them. Gabby was built slim and her small, pale ass was very enticing. She jumped when I touched it. I caressed it almost without thought. That clearly angered her oldest sister even more.

"You bastard!" Megan cried. I locked eyes with her and slapped Gabby's ass with significant force. The girl cried out, as expected. Megan actually took a step toward me. Lisa was on her instantly. The fight was short and somewhat vicious. In the end, Lisa had Megan pinned on the bed. My sister forced the dark haired girl to watch as I continued spanking her sister.

"This is your fault," I shrugged to Megan. "You agreed to be my submissive for a month, but every change you get you try and subvert the people I love. That's unacceptable." I slapped Gabby's small ass again. Her cry was even louder this time.

There was a part of me that cringed inside. Gabby didn't deserve what I was doing to her. I mean, it's not that spanking was that big of a deal in and of itself. I wasn't going to hurt her the way that Lisa hurt her older sister, but still, Gabby wasn't a child. She was an eighteen year old woman and I had her draped over my legs with her butt sticking up. The punishment was more than just the physical pain of my blows. It was the humiliation of how I went about it.

Yet despite that, I steeled myself to continue. Gabby had volunteered and in the long run, if it actually helped control Megan then I was betting this month would be better for everyone, including Gabby. I just needed to make sure that Megan got the point.

"All you need to do is stay true to the agreement and this won't happen again," I added, delivering another blow.

"That's enough!" Rhonda half begged, knowing it wasn't.

"No, it's not," I stated, giving Gabby another swat, and another one after that. I took my time, watching Megan's reaction.

"Of course, you could just quit the bet now and I'll let your sister up?" I offered. Megan didn't trust her voice. Instead, she shook her head angrily. I hadn't expected her to agree, but for some reason her refusal made my own anger spike. It would all be so much easier if she'd just admit the truth about herself! I swatted Gabby's now pink ass cheeks harder, letting my anger get the best of me.

"Oh, that hurts!" the eighteen year old cried. "It hurts!" I cursed myself silently for losing control. I even contemplated stopping. That's when Gabby twisted her head and looked up at me. I knew that look. I'd seen it before.

"Brian..." my mother began. I slapped Gabby's ass again before she could continue. Mom frowned, ready to say something more, but Lisa spoke first.

"Little brother, if you're going to give her a spanking then do it right," she interjected. "You're pulling your blows too much." I swung with more power. Gabby yelped, causing Lisa to smile and add, "That's better." Megan renewed her efforts to escape my sister, but it was pointless.

"Brian, how many more?" mom asked.

"Two," I replied, and then smacked Gabby's ass again. "Make that one." I turned to Megan.

"Let's just hope you learn the lesson so I don't have to do this again," I said, making sure she understood. "Because next time it will be twice as many and twice as hard." Gabby moaned and Megan actually flinched. I let the last blow fall with all of my strength to make a point. The crack of it actually echoed. Gabby screamed.

"You bastard!" Megan cried.

"You said that already," I said calmly. "Not get up and go to my bedroom. Wait for me there. If I see you so much as wandering the hall we'll be back in here."

"One month, and the first day is over," she said, promising retribution as Lisa let her up.

"Today's not finished yet," I smiled coldly. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. Megan walked out of the bedroom, her anger coming off of her in waves.Are you okay Gabs?" Rhonda asked.

"She's fine," I interjected, refusing to let her younger sister move or answer. I turned to Lisa. My sister raised an eyebrow. "Take Rhonda to your room and punish her for not stopping Megan. She needs to be retrained and this is where we start." My sister nodded. A moment later it was just mom, Gabby and me. I began helping the girl up off my lap.

"Gabriella, are you okay?" my mother asked in concern.

"Wow," the young, dirty blond said. Her legs were clearly shaking so I stood and helped steady her. That's when mom saw. Gabby followed mom's eyes to my pants. They were soaked.

"I'm so sorry!" she cried in embarrassment. "That last smack was too much and I couldn't stop myself. I've never cum that hard in my life! I didn't mean to make a mess of your pants."

"You liked it?" my mom asked in surprise.

"It hurt," Gabby said, rubbing her ass tentatively before looking at my mom's face. The poor girl looked more surprised than mom. "But yeah, I liked it. I liked it a lot."

"So does Rhonda," I smiled. A cry from down the hall interrupted our conversation briefly.

"I guess that's her enjoying herself now," Gabby said. I don't know why, but suddenly we were both laughing. Mom just shook her head.

"I'm surprised your sisters didn't realize what was happening," I said afterward. "I think Lisa did. That's why she told me to hit you harder."

"Megan was so locked into her anger and guilt that she didn't notice," Gabby replied. "And Rhonda, well I'm betting she was having problems dealing with her own guilty, especially considering the whole thing obviously excited her."

"Now what?" my mother asked.

"Well, once I realized Gabby was enjoying herself," I said with a smile. "I let myself start to do so as well. I mean, the heat of her pussy alone got me going. Hell, just remember it is making me excited."

"I can see that," mom frowned, licking her lips and trying not to stare at my hardening cock. Gabby's eyes grew big as she watched us.

"And I can't very well walk around in these pants," I said, beginning to pull them off. "I don't want Megan or Rhonda to realize that their little sister likes to get spanked just as much as they do. It would eliminate using it as a threat in the future."

"Brian, Gabriella is only eighteen and still a virgin," mom said as I added my underwear to the pile my pants made on the floor.

"I know," I smiled. "That's why you're going to have to take care of me."

"But I'm your mother!" mom cried, looking at Gabby nervously. I raised an eyebrow and she quickly added, "Please! Not in front of her!" Ah, now I understood. Mom was embarrassed.

"She can leave if she wants," I said, pulling off my top. I was naked now. "I certainly don't intend to force her to do anything she doesn't want to."

"I'm not going anywhere," Gabby said, licking her lips. She was looking at my mother more than at my nakedness. I noticed and smiled. Maybe she was more ready than I thought earlier. The girl was inexperienced, but not really innocent. Okay, she was innocent enough, but she was coping better than I feared.

"But..." my mother began. I cut her off.

"Gabby, if you wouldn't mind," I interjected. "Please help my mother undress. If you want to, that is." She met my eyes and I nodded, letting her know it was okay.

"My pleasure," Gabby said, clearly meaning it. That surprised mom and she fell silent, letting the girl do all the work of taking off her clothes.

It was interesting to watch. I hadn't forgotten how beautiful mom was with her long blond hair and full figure, but seeing Gabby get her first real look at my mother's body was a reminder of how it felt the first time I saw it. The girl's eyes drank in my mom's curves hungrily.

"Gabby, you can kiss her if you want," I offered once mom was completely naked. The girl looked at me again and then at my mother, smiling slowly.

"No!" mom cried. "Don't you dare!" Gabby paused in confusion. My mother was breathing heavy and her large breasts were heaving in excitement. It was obvious she was turned on, but Gabby didn't want to force her to do something she didn't want to.

"Don't worry," I smiled encouragingly. "Mom's just that way. She's as constantly horny as everyone else in this house. Oh, and she likes girls too. You should see her and your sister together!"

"Really?" Gabby asked in surprise.

"Really," I laughed. "Mom likes sex a lot. She's just has problems getting past the way she was brought up. New things throw her back into denial."

"New things?" the girl asked.

"You," I replied succinctly. "You're eighteen, beautiful and a virgin. She wants you. Take my word for it."

"Do you?" Gabby asked my mother almost shyly.

"You're so young and inexperienced," mom replied looking around nervously. "This would be so wrong! You should find out about this part of life with some nice young boy your own age."

"But what if I don't like boys?" the dirty blond asked.

"You don't?" my mom asked in surprise.

"I'm not sure," Gabby replied. "I mean, the thought of being with one doesn't gross me out or anything. On the other hand, the thought of being with a girl like you gets to me."

"I haven't been a girl in long time," mom snorted, but she clearly liked what Gabby was saying.

"Talking won't solve this," I explained to Rhonda's little sister. "Kiss her. She wants you to."

"I hope you really don't mind," the Gabby said softly, moving her mouth toward my mother's. "Because you're so beautiful and I want this."

"Don't!" mom cried one last time, but Gabby followed my direction and ignored her words, kissing my mother who moaned rather loudly in response.

"Wow!" Gabby said, pulling back after a few moments. "I felt that...well, everywhere!"

"That was so wrong!" mom cried, but her eyes were hungry. Gabby saw and understood. Mom wanted another kiss. The dirty blond attacked my mom's mouth with more confidence this time. The two remained lip locked for quite some time.

"Touch her," I commanded Gabby. "Mom likes to be touched. Feel the softness of her full breasts." The teenager did as I directed. This time both of them moaned. Gabby's hands looked rather small with my mother heavy breasts in them, but the girl knew what she was doing despite her inexperience. I guess she just did what she liked. I saw her brushing her thumbs back and forth over my mother's nipples, and it clearly drove mom crazy.

I surprised myself by sitting in the desk chair again instead of joining them. I wasn't typically the voyeur type, but watching these two was getting to me. They were kissing almost feverishly. Gabby played with mom's breasts for quite some time, but eventual she shifted one of her hands lower. It traveled down from my mother's heavy tits, past her stomach and belly button to the beginning of the thatch of blonde hair. Gabby slowly raked her fingers through just the top of it. Mom lifted her hips from the bed, letting the girl know she wanted more.

I watched as Gabby pushed her hand through my mother's blond bush to her pink center. I hadn't realized just how long the dirty blonde's fingers were until two of them slowly entered mom. She worked my mother's pussy gently at first, but picked up speed and was more forceful as mom's orgasm grew close.

"Oh! Stop! You shouldn't be doing this!" mom cried suddenly. I looked up and saw that Gabby had shifted her kisses to my mother's neck, freeing mom's mouth. I smiled knowingly. I loved when mom talked during sex.

"This is so wrong!" she moaned. "But it feels so good!" Gabby surprised me then. She actually pulled back from my mother's neck and met her eyes.

"Does this feel better?" she asked, doing something with her fingers that made my mother gasp. "Or this?" Whatever she did that time actually made my mother cry out. Mom hadn't cum yet, but she was close. Gabby grinned and said, "Got it!"

The dirty blond gave my mother another soulful kiss before leaving a trial of kisses back to her neck, only this time she didn't stay there. Gabby kissed her way to my mom's full breasts. The girl took a moment to bury her face between them before beginning to lick and nibble.

"My God!" mom gasped. "I thought you were supposed to be innocent? Or at least inexperienced. You're driving me crazy!"

"I've dreamed of doing this with another girl for a long time," Gabby said lustfully. "I've played it out in my head so many times. It's one of my biggest fantasies! I just never hoped to be able to live it with a woman like you. You're perfect!"

"Not hardly," my mother denied.

"Yes, you are," Gabby insisted as she began moving her fingers deep inside of my mom's pussy with intent. My mother gasped, looked at the teenager in surprise and then moaned loudly and started shaking. She was still fighting her orgasm, but she'd lose the battle in a matter of moments. Gabby went back to mom's breasts.

"Oh! You naughty little girl!" mom cried, her head thrashing back and forth. "You're going to make me cum...right now!" Mom's hips lifted off the bed and she lost it.

"Yes!" Gabby cried triumphantly, moving from mom's breasts to her lips. They kissed passionately. I sat there shaking my head and enjoying the moment fully. I kept my hands away from my rock hard cock because I didn't want to cum yet. It wasn't easy.

They stayed like that until mom's orgasm was done. I watched as Gabby slowly pulled her fingers free of my mother's pussy afterward. Mom moaned gently, but was too out of it to do anything more. Gabby's fingers were covered in my mother's cum and the dirty blond stared at them hungrily, but that's all she did.

"Go ahead," I said, wanting to see what came next. "Lick them." She shifted her eyes to me. I smiled and shook my head at what I saw. The girl was in a kind of shock. She'd done something she fantasized about for years and done it well, but the realization was just sinking in.

I stood and moved toward the bed. Gabby eyes got bigger, but she didn't move. I took her wrist in my hand and moved her fingers toward her mouth.

"Lick them," I repeated. "I know for a fact that mom tastes amazing." Slowly, the girl nodded, but still didn't react. I moved her fingers to the point where they touched her lips. Gabby pulled back slightly, but not before getting a taste. I saw her lick her lips and her eyes grew big again, but this time it wasn't in fear. It was desire. She met my eyes once more.

I leaned forward and kissed her for the first time. She looked too incredible not to. It didn't take her long to return my kiss. Mom had her release, but neither Gabby nor I had ours. She was clearly excited and I couldn't deny that I wanted her, but it was too soon, so instead I pulled back and said, "Do it, or I will."

This time Gabby opened her mouth. I moved her fingers to it. As soon as she got another taste she moaned and began licking. It wasn't long before she was sucking on her fingers trying to get every last drop.

"There's more if you want it," I offered. Gabby frowned in confusion at first, but got the picture when I nodded toward mom, who was lying on the bed half passed out. I reached out and bent mom's legs at the knees. They came up easily enough and opened, letting Gabby see mom's sticky thighs. The eighteen year old moaned hungrily and fell between them.

That's when I began undressing her. Gabby didn't fight me. She was too focused on getting every last drop of cum from between mom's legs. Gabby's body was slim without an ounce of excess weight on her. That didn't stop me from appreciating her beauty. I noticed that she shaved between her legs, which was new to me.

She was on her hands and knees as she attacked my mother's pussy. That left hers open to me. I leaned forward and tasted her for the first time. She gasped at the touch of my tongue, but if anything, she spread her legs wider. I worked her lower lips until they spread open in desire.

Unable to resist, I pushed my tongue deep getting my first full taste of her juices. I found it amazing how each woman had her own individual taste, and how each of them was so enjoyable. I rubbed Gabby's clit in hopes of getting more. It worked better than I expected. Gabby lost it and came, squirting her juices into my mouth.

I sat up after she was done, my own need burning. I stared at Gabby's open pussy as it continued to throb even after her orgasm was complete. I was sorely tempted. I wanted to grab her thin hips and fill her with my hardness, but she was still a virgin and I didn't want to take that away from her. That was something she should give. So instead, I pushed her out of the way and looked down at my mother.

Mom's had recovered from her first orgasm and was enjoying Gabby's tongue. She was surprised when I pulled Gabby away, but that only lasted a moment. She took one look at me and knew what I needed. Mom rolled onto her stomach, not quite lifting her ass for me.

"Brian, don't!" she cried. "I'm your mother and it would be so wrong. Please, not in front of Gabriella! She shouldn't see something like this!"

I didn't bother responding. I wanted what I wanted, and I knew that mom wanted it too despite her words. That was just mom. Her pussy was wet and ready. I got behind her and pushed in with one long stroke.

"Wow!" Gabby cried as my mother gasped. "You're really doing it. You're really doing it with your mother!"

"Oh Brian!" mom moaned. "How could you with Gabriella watching?" I was holding her waist now and moving in and out of her with slow strong thrusts.

"My God!" Gabby said, licking her lips. "That's so hot!"

"No! No! It's not hot, it's wrong!" mom insisted, but her pussy became even wetter. "I'm being fucked by my own son with a poor innocent eighteen year old girl watching. This will only confuse you. Make you think terrible things like incest are okay."

"Don't worry about that," Gabby said huskily, leaning forward and kissing my mother. "First, I'm not so innocent anymore." She kissed mom again, this time using her tongue briefly. "Second, I'm eighteen now and old enough to make my own decisions." Gabby gave mom one last kiss before shifting to the head of the bed. "The truth is that the thought of incest has always excited me. I've been dreaming about being with my sisters for years!"

"Really?" mom asked, sounding surprised.

"Definitely," Gabby answered, shifting her hips so that her pussy was under my mother's mouth. "Now please stop talking and lick me! The sight of you two is making me so wet!"

"So wrong!" mom moaned, but she also fell onto the dirty blonde's pussy. A moment later, Gabby was moaning as well.

The sight of mom's full head of blond hair buried between Gabby's slim thighs, as well and the sight of the eighteen year old thrashing her head from side to side was too much. I picked up the pace of my fucking significantly. Mom was clearly okay with it. If anything, she was closer to her orgasm than I was to mine.

Gabby wasn't the only one who knew how to use her fingers. I felt mom shift under me slightly as she pushed two of hers inside of Gabby's weeping, bald pussy. The girl gasped out and used her arms to lift her thin legs up beside her head, giving my mother better access. Mom took full advantage.

I thought I'd be the first to cum since I hadn't yet, but as it turned out, I was the last. Gabby came first, covering my mother's face with her juices as she wrapped mom's head in her legs. This caused my mother to lose it. Her pussy squeezed my cock tightly and then somehow stroked it rhythmically while I was deep inside, demanding that I fill her. My balls jumped hard as I proceeded to do just that.

I thrust in hard and held myself that way as my cum pumped out of me. I pulled out and pushed back in a few more times toward the end until I was completely spent. Mom was still shivering and shaking under me and Gabby looked like she'd all but passed out.

I lay down a couple of moments later and shifted between the women. Mom rested her head on my left shoulder and sighed contently. Gabby did the same on my right after a brief hesitation. I kissed mom deeply for a few moments and then did the same to Gabby.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Fine," she answered, but then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "It's just that I can't believe all this is actually happening."

"It does take some getting used to," I offered.

"Yeah," she laughed nervously. "I mean, I was pretty sure I'd like sex with another girl, but the whole spanking thing threw me. Just lying there with my ass up in the air and visible for everyone to see was bad enough, but then to feel the sting of your hand, knowing another blow was going to follow not long afterward and that I wanted to feel it. It kind of freaked me out."

"It still does that to me," my mother put in. "I mean, I like it, but you have no idea how weird it feels to be spanked by your own children and being turned on by it."

"True," Gabby laughed. A moment later mom and I joined in.

"Just give yourself time," I said afterward to Gabby. "And remember, you really don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I just hope everything works out in the end," she sighed in response. "I love both my sisters and this whole thing seems doomed to make one of them unhappy."

"Have faith," mom said, and then added with complete confidence, "Brian will make it work."

I wasn't as sure as my mother, but I smiled at Gabby when she looked at me. She rewarded me with a brief kiss and then snuggled down into my shoulder. We lay like that for a while as I let my mind wander, wondering if I really could pull it off. Only time would tell.

Both mom and Gabby fell asleep reasonably quickly. I was tired too, but there was still stuff I needed to do before I went back to bed. I slipped out from between the two and smiled as I watched them snuggle into each other at my absence.

In the end, mom was on her back with Gabby resting her head on my mother's breast. The dirty blonde's mouth was only an inch or two from one of my mom's nipples, but in that moment there was nothing sexual about it. My mother's arm was draped over the eighteen year old's thin hips. Both wore a content smile. It was a beautiful picture.

I sighed and left mom's room. I went to Lisa's room next to make sure everything was okay. The door was open and my sister and Rhonda were definitely awake. I could tell by the moaning even before I entered the room. Rhonda ass was pink, showing that my sister had spanked her as I directed, but they were both clearly past that.

They were on opposite ends of the bed with their legs intertwined together like two pair of scissors. They were using both hands to grasp each other's wrists and pull, smashing the pink centers of their thatches of light and dark hair together. Their sweat covered bodies undulated in need. They moaned and gasped almost in unison. I stopped and watched them for a time. Frankly, it was one of the most erotic scenes I'd ever seen. I was tempted to join them despite my recent release, but decided they were enjoying themselves too much to interfere. I took one last look before moving on.

I found Megan in my room where I told her to be which surprised me a little for some reason. I guess in part because I had taken longer to join her than I planned. She was still naked, obviously comfortable without clothes on.

My surprise only lasted until I saw what she was doing. She was going through my book shelves, spending more time looking at the private stuff I had cluttering on them then the actual books. She seemed particularly interested in the pictures.

My high school year book was open on my bed. She'd obviously been reading what my friends had written to me. Normally, something like this wouldn't bother me, but it was an invasion of privacy of a sort and I was certain that she was doing it to irritate me more than any real interest in me. Okay, there might be an interest as well, but knowing Megan it was more the first reason than that.Find anything interesting?" I asked. She looked at me with that smirk again. I was certain I was going to get tired of it very soon.

"Well, based what that girl Elana wrote in your year book, you missed a chance to have quite of bit of fun," Megan replied. "She was pretty hot in that gymnastics outfit. What? Not man enough to get the deal done? Were you a loser back in high school?"

"Yeah, all the losers back then had one of the cutest gymnasts phone number in their year book," I snorted. "With a less than subtle note to call them."

"But you didn't, did you?" she asked.

"She was a freshman and I was graduating," I answered. "Now I would really have had to have been a loser to call her. She was just a kid with a crush."

"A real man would have called," Megan insisted. I frowned at her trying to decide if she really believed that or if she was just trying to piss me off. I decided that it was probably both, but interestingly, the former was more disturbing to me. I was guessing that Megan didn't have the best experience when it came to men.

"Megan, give it up," I said, shaking my head. "I'm still learning about myself every day and I'll be the first one to admit that I'm far freakier than I realized a year ago. I'm into incest, dominance and even, as I've learned most recently bondage, but child molestation is definitely not my thing. Neither is homosexuality."

"Are you sure about that last one?" she taunted. "Because your cousin Francis likes it a lot and I heard these things run in families."

"Please!" I actually laughed. "Do I remind you of Francis in any way?"

"Not really," she answered honestly. "But we'll see after next month when you come to live with me." I didn't bother reacting. Instead, I grabbed her wrist and moved toward my bed. I fell into it and pulled her along with me. She obvious expected us to have some sort of sex, but that wasn't going to happen, at least not tonight.

"I'm tired," I said abruptly. "I'm guessing you are too. There are things we need to talk about, but they can wait until the morning. Let's get some sleep."

"That's all you want to do right now? Sleep?" Megan sounded annoyed, but frankly, I could care less. "Here with you? Like this?"

"Yes," I replied. "Come here." I pulled her to me and spun her so that I was spooning her. That clearly made her uncomfortable.

"I'll go sleep with Rhonda," she said, trying to get up. I held her in place.

"Not likely," I snorted. "I'm not letting you near Rhonda or my mother again without Lisa or me present."

"Fine," she snapped angrily. "Then I'll go sleep with Lisa." She clearly didn't want to sleep with me, but that was her problem.

"Just shut up and lie still," I sighed. "And try and get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you." She fell silent, but I could feel the tension coming off of her. I wasn't surprised when she tried to get up again ten minutes later. Once again, I held her in place.

"I can't sleep here like this!" she cried in frustration.

"Get used to it," I retorted. "Because we're going to be sleeping like this every night."

"You bastard!" she cried.

"You really need to come up with a new line," I said, shaking my head. "That one is becoming overused."

"Asshole!" she snapped.

"Well, that's different," I shrugged, shifting my hips back from hers. Megan seemed almost relieved until I swatted her ass hard, but just once. She gasped. My sister Lisa really had done a job on her ass earlier. "And a little too disrespectful for me. Use it at your own risk."

"I hate you!" she cried.

"No, you don't," I said calmly, pulling her even closer to me this time. "You just wish you did."

She clearly didn't know how to react to that. Megan fell silent and I tried to close my eyes and sleep. She seemed to settle down after a few minutes. I was relieved and started to drift off. I should have known better.

Megan waited until I was half asleep before she started gently rubbing my cock and balls. I was so out of it that I didn't realize what she was doing until I started to stiffen. I knew I should have stopped her, but I had to give the girl her due. She was talented. It didn't help that right about then I started noticing things like the heat of her body next to mine and the smell of her hair. She took my hand and placed it on her full breasts. They were big like my mother's, but shaped differently. I squeezed, enjoying the feel of them.

I lost myself in what she was doing to me for a few moments. Megan was definitely one of the sexiest women I'd ever met and she knew how to use it. My excitement grew. That's when she started rubbing my cock against her tight ass.

"That's it baby!" she whispered heatedly. "You can't resist what I have to offer. No man can. No woman either. I'm going to make you cum so hard that you'll follow me around like a little puppy dog to get another chance with me!"

"You're getting me confused with my cousin," I snorted, pushing her away from me.

She fought to move close again. She clearly wanted to finish what we started. Truthfully, so did I, but not like this. I pushed her away from me again and got out of bed. My cock was hard and slapped against my stomach. Megan looked at it hungrily.

"If you want it...if you want me, all you have to do is ask," I offered, knowing she wouldn't, but hoping she would.

"Men want me," she replied. "They'll do anything to have me. They give me gifts and let me use them."

"Not me," I said confidently.

"All men," she retorted, but after meeting my eyes briefly she looked away and added, "Not that it matters. I don't want any one man."

"Oh, you want me," I said with a smile. "You want me so bad it hurts! You'll figure it out eventually."

"Fuck you!" she snapped. She saw my expression and tried to scoot away from me on the bed. I grabbed her ankle and pulled her back toward me, face down. I slapped her wounded ass once more when it was close enough. She cried out as I let her ankle go. She moved out of range as quickly as possible.

"We're really going to have to work on your language," I said calmly. "And the concept of respect." She didn't respond. Instead, she just watched me with hate filled eyes. I shrugged and went to my closet.

Rhonda had a bunch of toys in there that she liked to use. Lisa too. Frankly, over the past few months all the bedrooms began to accrue their own treasure chests of adult paraphernalia. In my excited state, quite a few of them interested me, but I settled for two pair of leather wrapped hand cuffs. Oh, and one other thing.

I went to Megan and snapped the first set of hand cuffs on her wrists. She fought as I expected, but I was far too strong for her. I left her hands in front of her. The second set went around her ankles. I then made her lay along the length of the bed once more.

"Comfortable?" I asked. She frowned in confusion.

"What are you planning?" Megan asked.

"To sleep," I sighed. "This should help you keep your hands to yourself."

"Seriously?" she laughed.

"Seriously," I replied, not cracking a smile. That's when she noticed what was still in my hands.

"You wouldn't!" she cried.

"Megan, your attitude today has been completely unacceptable," I said rolling her onto her stomach. She resisted, but in her current state it was pointless.

I shifted the short and round glass plug I held in my hand between her legs. I worked her pussy with it to get it good and wet without actually pushing it inside. I smiled when I saw that Megan was excited enough to get the job done.

"You've been punished, your little sister Gabby has been punished in your place and still you keep pushing," I continued in a normal voice. I shifted the glass appendage to her ass. I rubbed it in a slow circular motion, spreading her wetness around the resistant ring of flesh there. "Maybe a night of sleep handcuffed and with this inside of you will help you understand just how powerless you are while you're here in my house."

"Don't!" she cried, clenching her ass cheeks.

"Are you saying you want to quit the bet?" I asked, pausing.

"No!" she snapped angrily.

"Then I suggest you relax," I said simply. "I have the feeling you know as well as anyone that something like this will only hurt more if you fight it."

"You bastard!" she gasped as I began to work the rounded point of the glass butt plug into her ass. "I hate you!" I didn't quite smile as I noticed she was only repeating the things she said earlier that hadn't earned her any punishment. Frankly, I would have grinned, but I was too excited. I liked all parts of a woman including her ass and Megan's was very nice, very nice indeed!

I hadn't fit more than the first half inch inside of her ass when I realized that maybe it wasn't wet enough after all. That's when I leaned forward and dribbled some saliva down onto the clear glass appendage. I disliked the concept of spitting being involved with sex, but this was different.

I continued to work the glass butt plug past Megan's resistant ring of flesh until it suddenly popped inside of her. She gasped out and then followed that up with a moan. I could smell her excitement now. I'm sure she would deny it, but clearly she liked the feel of what was going on.

It took some time to work the glass butt plug around in her ass until she finally seemed comfortable. It wasn't really long, but it was very thick and despite the amount of sex Megan had been involved with in her life, clearly her tight little ass was as closest body part she had to virginal. I had to wet the glass ball twice more before it finally settled fully inside of her.

"Take it out!" she demanded, but I ignored her. I wouldn't have even if she didn't obviously like how it felt, not that she admitted that to herself, much less me. "Take it out! It hurts!"

"Time to go to sleep," I said, rolling her onto her side and spooning her once more.

"Are you fucking crazy?" she snapped. "I can't sleep like this! Take it out! Take it out or I promised to make your own cousin fuck you ass until it bleeds when you're my slave!"

"How crude," I sighed, pulling back once more from her and slapping her ass. She gasped, but this time the blow didn't silence her.

"Or better yet, I'll have Bernie to it!" she continued. "His cock isn't as long as you're cousins, but it's a lot thicker. I bet you'll love it!"

I thought about spanking her again, but clearly that wasn't working. Frankly, in her current state I think it was just helping bring her off whether she was willing to admit it or not. I rolled off the bed once more and went back to the closet. She saw and her eyes grew big. There was fear there, but desire as well.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Trying to get some sleep," I said, shaking my head. "But you're making it rather difficult. Maybe this will help." I pulled a ball gag out of the closet.

"Don't you dare!" she snapped, but I ignored her and put in her mouth, tying it tight so that she couldn't force it out. It was surprisingly difficult to do with her lashing her head back and forth, but I got it done eventually.

"Ah, that's better!" I smiled. She said a few choice words around the ball in her mouth, but I couldn't make them out. I lay in the bed once more and pulled her to me. She gasped when my hips bumped her ass.

After that, she grew still except for an occasional clenching of her ass cheeks that I doubt she even realized she was doing. I wanted to go to sleep, but at this point I realized I had a problem. I was too excited to sleep now. I tried for a few minutes before sighing loudly and getting out of bed.

"I'll be back in a little while," I said. "Don't go anywhere." I hoped that maybe Lisa and Rhonda were still going at it. I needed relief. I took one last glance at Megan and that when I saw it.

I didn't realize it was possible to smirk around a ball gag, but that was exactly what Megan was doing. I don't see how my leaving was any sort of a victory for her, but clearly, that's what she thought. Megan tried to say something. I couldn't hear it, but I could guess. That's when I changed my mind. Instead of leaving, I went back to the bed.

Megan looked at me expectantly. It was pretty obvious that she was in need herself, but I didn't come back for that. I stood at the edge of the bed near her head and started stroking my cock. She pulled back at first, but quickly became mesmerized by the sight of me bring myself off.

She tried to say something as my orgasm grew close. I was pretty sure she wanted me to take off her gag. It must have been frustrating for a girl like her to be so close to a hard cock and not be able to do anything. I pulled the sheet off of her and continued to stroke. She really did have an amazing body.

Megan tried to reach out with her cuffed hands, but I pushed them away. She tried again. This time I stopped what I was doing angrily and released her hands. She smiled around her gag until I rolled her onto her stomach, swatted her ass for the hell of it, making the glass butt plug push deeper. She cried out, but the gag smothered her protest. Mega grew even angrier when I started re-cuffing her hands behind her back this time. I moved her onto her side.

I began stroking my cock once more as I enjoyed the sight of her tight body, tied helpless. All Megan could do was lay there and watch. Well, that and squirm. Her ass cheeks were squeezing the glass appendage inside of her over and over again, but I could tell that despite enjoying the feel of it, she wouldn't be able to get off like that.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked rhetorically. "You like laying there helpless, bound and gagged with a glass rod up your ass." She cursed me harshly through her gag, but her body was clearly on fire. I had no idea if by the time this bet was over whether Megan would truly be mine or not. Yet, in this moment she was and that was enough.

"I want you to remember this moment!" I growled. "I want you to remember just how powerless you feel right now. That, and how desperate you are to cum despite that. You're mine! You just don't know it yet, but you will. I promise!" She might have cursed me again, or maybe she was just moaning. It was difficult to tell by this point.

I continued to stroke my cock inches away from her face and grabbed her head when I couldn't take it any longer. She tried to pull free, but it was halfhearted at best. I took hold of her hair and held her in place. The first rope of my cum hit her right between her eyes. She flinched and then moaned, but her own release didn't come.

The next spurt covered her nose and cheek. The sight was completely primal and it got to me so much that my next rope of cum actually hit her forehead. Half of it ended up in Megan's hair. After that, I directed my cock to her full breasts. They were too big to fully cover, but I did my best. Megan moaned as each thread hit her. She was trying to say something, but I couldn't make it out. Honestly, at this point I could care less what it was.

I didn't quite fall into the bed afterward, but it was a close thing. I took a few moments to catch my breath before un-cuffing Megan's hands and re-cuffing them in front of her again so she could sleep. I had no intention of granting Megan her release. I spooned her once more.

She tried to move her hands between her legs despite them being cuffed. I refused to allow it and pulled them up to her chest. A few moments later I realized she was rubbing the cum I'd left on her large breasts in. I shook my head. This wasn't going to help her calm down. That's why I wasn't surprised when she tried to shift her hands to her waist again a few minutes later. Again, I refused to let her. Megan cursed around the ball gag. I didn't need to make out the words to know that.

"Cut that out or I'll get another pair of cuffs and tie your hands to the headboard. It won't be nearly as comfortable sleeping like that." By now, she realized that I didn't make idle threats. She settled down, but it clearly wasn't easy for her. Her body was throwing off a lot of heat. Her need was obvious. I did my best to ignore it.

Her ass continued to wiggle ever so slightly. I shifted back from her enough to watch it. I thought about slapping it again, but that wouldn't help either of us and frankly, I thought she was honestly trying to keep still. After fifteen minutes I started to feel my body respond again.

'Oh, hell no!' I snapped to myself, but it was too late. I was excited again. More than that, I wanted her tight ass. My original plan was to hold off of all sex with her until she asked, but there was no way I could hold to that. I reached between us and pulled the glass plug from her ass. She gasped.

"I won't fuck your pussy until you ask me to," I said, rubbing the length of my cock between her ass cheeks. "But I want your ass and I'm going to have it!" I was surprised when she didn't actually fight me as I began working my cock into her ass. If anything, she shifted to give me better access.

I thrust my cock past the initial resistance with little difficulty because the glass plug had loosened her opening, but she became very tight after I pushed the first few inches inside. Megan moaned around her gag as I worked the rest of my cock into her ass. I reached down and undid the cuff holding her feet together.

Megan tried to roll us so that she was on top, but I was having none of it. I forced her back onto her stomach and lifted her hips enough to slam my entire length deep inside of her ass. She couldn't hold herself up because her hands were still cuffed so she laid with her face buried unto the sheets and her ass sticking up into the air.

I felt when she came under me, but that didn't stop me. My orgasm was still a long way off. I did undo the cuffs on her hands and allow her to drop onto her stomach afterward. I slowed the pace a little to give her a chance to recover, but my cock was an iron pole sinking deep into and out of her ass over and over again.

Megan still wore the gag and the one time she tried to remove it I knocked her hands away. I refused to let her ruin the moment. She didn't bother trying again. She lay with her arms spread on the sheets over her head. Her nails raked the mattress more and more desperately as her next orgasm neared.

"You're mine!" I whispered hungrily when I was ready to cum again. That had the expected reaction. Megan fought me, but frankly, I liked it. That's why I said what I did to begin with. "I'm going to mark you as mine to prove it!" This made her fight even harder. That didn't stop me from moving her hair away from her neck and holding her head down. Her arms flailed, but I ignored them. I latched onto the back of her neck with my mouth and began sucking as I fucked her ass with hard long strokes. She cried out as I finished marking her and lifted my head.

She lay under me completely helpless, mine to do with as I wanted, and what I wanted was to fill her ass with as much cum as I could muster. I shifted my movements so that my hips slapped her sore ass with every thrust, but despite that she clearly liked how it felt. Her need was greater than her pain.

I saw her try to slip one hand under herself. I pulled it out from under her and locked it along with her other hand at the base of her spine. I held both her hands in place with only one of mine.

I was pushing in and out of her ass so powerfully that her body was bouncing off the mattress each time I pulled back, only to slam back into it with my next thrust. That's when I reached up with my free hand and pulled off her gag.

"You fucking bastard!" she cried. "I hate you! I hate you!"

"No you don't," I groaned. "You just hate the fact that you love being mine!"

"I do not!" she cried.

"Then stop yourself from cumming!" I growled. "If you can."hate you!" she cried, but then I was filling her ass with my cum and she was shuddering underneath me with her own release. It took quite some time before we both finally finished.

I was exhausted afterward and lay down on the bed. I pulled Megan onto my chest where her large breasts continued to heave as she fought to regain her breath.

"I'm not yours," she finally said, oddly calm. "Marking me doesn't make me that."

"No, it doesn't," I agreed easily. "But you are just the same. I just need to teach you to accept it."

"That will never happen," she insisted.

"We'll see," I sighed, not wanting to argue anymore tonight. "But that's for another day. You now have a choice. We can sleep like this or you can do or say something that pissed me off to the point where not only will I punish you again, but I'll make you sleep with the gag, the hand and ankle cuffs, the butt plug as well as any number of the other toys I have in the closet. Think of it as a truce. Let's be honest, we both could use the sleep." I saw Megan weighing her options.

"Yes or no?" I asked. She turned and looked at me. I kept my face neutral. I had the feeling that if she saw me grinning, or god forbid, smirking like she liked to do then she'd refuse. Still Megan hesitated.

"Fine," I said reaching for the handcuffs.

"Wait," she said, locking eyes with me once more and then finally nodded once, somewhat stiffly. "A truce, but just for the night." I let the hand cuffs fall to the floor and rolled her onto her side. We spooned and for once she actually seemed relaxed in my arms. I knew hadn't won anything, at least not long term, but this was the first step.

Megan fell asleep rather quickly, but I remained awake for some reason. I used my free hand to lift her damp hair away from her neck. My mark was there and it looked right, but I knew that it would quickly fade if I didn't follow it up with something that convinced Megan of the truth about herself. Her neck was enticing and I kissed it. The sweet taste of her sweat covered skin was intoxicating.

She gasped slightly in her sleep as my fingers danced along her furry folds a few minutes later and my tongue traced my desire along her neck and shoulder. Megan moaned and tilted her head forward and to the side to give me better access. I took full advantage.

"You're insatiable!" she moaned, awake once more. Her body responded quickly despite her recent release.

I thrust two fingers deep inside of her when I judged the time to be right. They went in smoothly, meeting almost no resistance. She was that wet. I began slapping the palm of my hand against her clit each time I thrust my fingers in. Megan started shaking uncontrollably, but fought off her orgasm for another thirty seconds before finally losing it again. She screamed into a pillow as her orgasm wracked her body.

"Why?" she asked. I didn't have an answer, so I didn't offer one to her. She looked at me and frowned, but then shrugged to herself and slowly fell back to sleep in my arms.

Thankfully, I was too exhausted to need relief again. I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to Megan and the coming month. I also thought about the day I had, especially since I woke up from my nap. It looked like Gabby was going to fit in well enough. I wasn't convinced she was as submissive as Rhonda, but on the other hand she obviously enjoyed being spanked.

She also seemed happy to finally get a chance with a woman. Sure, it wasn't one of her sisters like she dreamed about, but that would come in time and mom was no one's consolation prize. Hopefully, I could delay Gabby getting together with her sisters for a while longer. I liked being able to use her against Megan. On the other hand, that was only an added bonus. The real reason why I wanted Gabby here would show itself in time.

Megan's slow, methodical breathing turned into a gentle snoring. I smiled as my attention refocused on her. I felt more than a little triumphant after tonight's confrontation, especially the ending. Our truce wasn't a true victory, but it was a start. I was okay with that for the time being because I knew that the bet with Megan wasn't a battle. It was a war and tonight was only the beginning.

I had one month to make her accept herself for what she was and not the dominating bitch she perceived herself to be. I knew that I would have to hurt and humiliate her much worse than what I'd done tonight to break through the wall she'd built around herself, but it was the only way to make her see the truth. Certainly, they wouldn't be the only weapons I'd use in this war, but they were important just the same. Still, if it wasn't so obvious that at least a part of her enjoyed what I was doing, I'd never be able to do it. I viewed that and the fact that I honestly believed she'd be better off afterward as my saving grace.

There was no doubt in my mind that the coming days would be difficult for Megan, but I was equally convinced that they wouldn't be easy for me either. I would have to be wary. Megan wasn't going to lose this bet without a fight and knowing her, it would get vicious at times. It didn't help that she was surrounded by the people I loved most in the world, most of whom were submissive by nature.

I would also have to deal with my own misgivings and keep the big picture in mind. That would be tough enough, but what made it even worse was that through it all I'd have to be patient. Not just with Megan, but with myself as well.

Yet, after tonight I was starting to realize that the hardest part wasn't any of that. It was facing down my growing need. I wanted Megan, but it was more than that. I wanted to dominate her. Standing over her before, holding her head in place by her hair and making her lay there, hand cuffed and gagged, unable to do anything but accept what I was doing reached me on so many levels.

I can't say it was the best orgasm of my life, but cumming on her face and breasts while she lay there unfulfilled, but close and in desperate need reached the bestial part of me in a way I'd never felt before. That's why I couldn't resist taking her ass afterward and marking her as mine despite it being too early in the process.

I didn't love Megan. Not like I loved her sister Rhonda and certainly not like I cared for mom and Lisa, but there was something there. Everything about her was a challenge. She got to me because a large part of her cried out to be dominated while she fought against it with equal passion. I didn't just want to make her mine. I needed to, and tonight I'd taken the first step toward doing exactly that.

At the moment, I felt oddly at peace. Maybe it was because I was too exhausted to feel guilty or worried about the coming days, or maybe it was because like Megan, I was sated for the time being. In either case, I refused to dwell on it anymore. Today was done and tomorrow wouldn't start until the sun rose. Megan and I had a truce until then. The house was quiet and I finally began to drift off to sleep. My last thought was that tonight was probably the quiet before the storm, but so be it.