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I toddled off to bed that night with a sore arse, I treated it with a salve that I found rather prominently placed in the medicine cabinet, no doubt the thing had been placed there by my caring mother who I was sure suspected what had happened!
I lay for a long, long time unable to sleep, and not all from the soreness of the brand it must be said. I had had sex a few times now, but until today as a token of …well love I suppose, today was oh so different, it had been reduced to a commodity, and yes, I had enjoyed it, found it exciting, and different, but was it what I wanted? I had been left with a scar in the shape of an initial an ‘R’ and I hoped that I had given as good as I got but was it right, was it the way to go? It was a long night, I arose to use the toilet, about 4ish still disturbed. In the corridor I met Reb, who had been on the same mission. She took my hand looked deep in my eyes and said “Can`t you sleep either? we need to talk, come downstairs.” I used the loo then collected my dressing-gown and descended the stairs as quietly as I could.
The kettle was on, and I soon had a mug of something hot in my hand and was led into the sitting room. We sat, and my sister began to talk. “Look I`m sorry about my attitude to sex, perhaps I have been a bit over the top, I have had a long and disturbed night,” I cut in to say, “so had I!”
But she raised her hand to silence me then she grinned, then said that “well you shagged me harder than even that r****g bastard who set this all off, and I thank you for it, I needed a wake up call or god knows what it would have led to, ”she paused, looked distant, then said, will you do me a favour Rod, I want you to do something for me, I want you to make love to me, I want to change my life-style it will be against your vanilla ideals, and will hurt me, as I have hurt you and mum, but I want you to brand me to remind me of my manners, after that I want to become just a girl again not a hateful, spiteful bitch that I am well on my way to being, will you do that for me bro` I so desperately need it!”
I sat sipping my coffee, desperately trying to get my head round what she was saying,; me, having changed her, my sex having changed her whole mindset, wow mind-boggling, I said “Look lets get this straight, on the strength of one shag, you want to change your whole life?” she nodded, I went on “and you want me to brand you just as you did me?” she nodded again, then said “over the last few months, I have begun to hate what I have become, you little brother, had me, not as a revenge thing, though I suspect it started out that way, but as a woman, you were hard, you were loving, and you loved, no more screwed me, as me, not some Dom, but as a lover. do you understand?”
I replied; “sort of sis, but why do you want to be branded?” she said she needed something to permanently remind her, to stop her slipping back into her old ways, and she wanted mother to watch, as we were both her victims, and it would be symbolic!
I thought for a while then said suspiciously, “and what will you want for this service?” she grinned, then said “several good screwing`s like that yesterday!” which had me smiling.
We kissed, and I told her though I would be more than honoured to attend to her vanilla needs anytime, giving her that brand, well, I had decided that pain was really not my bag, and it would be a one of, though I would do it this time as I understood. but that she herself, needed to set the thing up with our mother, and explain as she had with me.
She said, “that was OK,” and thanked me with a long and deep kiss. We put our cups in the kitchen sink and hand in hand set off back to our respective beds, happy and content now. I slept well, so well I had to be called for dinner, mother making a sarcastic comment about both Reb and I being exhausted, and not knowing what we had got up to yesterday!
School restarted next day the holiday had flown past, Mother dropped me at the school gate, taking Ros on to her work, so s to have the car to shop, and collect me that evening from the train. as usual lessons dragged, my heart was no longer in the girls that were on offer, so I had told them so and we walked to the station that afternoon in a shower of heavy rain, unusually that evening a steam loco was on our train, it happened occasionally, as a running in turn after an overhaul, the driver lamenting the open footplate on this wet afternoon, instead of the warm dry diesel cab!
I sat and did my homework which was not like me at all, causing my mate in a pause from groping his squeeze to remark something must have happened to me over the break! Little did he know.
Mother collected me as usual, then taking me with her she drove to a car lot in Folkestone, she had seen a tiny Fiat car that was perfect for my sister, I waited patiently why she took a test drive and paid for the thing, promising to collect it on Wednesday, Ros`s day off, and by then she could have sorted the insurance. We trundled home, it was obvious mother wanted to talk. Haltingly she said, “look Rod, I am a little worried about you?” this was an ominous start, so I said “why?”
“Well a few weeks back you were a virgin, a novice a randy lad, call it what you will, not anymore, now your acting like you are Casanova, or someone especially since you had a day with Reb. She probably has hold of you, she`s a bitch that one, and I would rather you avoided her sort of sex, at least till your older and a lot wiser!”
Un-noticed the car had stopped, we were in a lay-by beside the ranges, out of the traffic, embarrassed, I said, “yes, well, you obviously know we slept together when you were at aunties!” she nodded and grunted, that Reb had told her to leave me at home with her, so she had expected as much. I went on “She spoke to me during the night after, and has decided to give up that Dominating roll, said I screwed her so well she wants to change!”
Mother looked sceptical, and bit her lip, but let me go on, “She showed me a film of you, and it was awesome, but she must have something over you to cane you like that!” tears coursed down mothers face, and she quietly said, “I don’t know what you said or did, but she came to me this morning and said that due to you I was off the hook, so thank you rod, I owe you!”
I passed her a tissue from the glove box, and she went on to say “I won`t tell you what she had over me, but, it was until today, a big problem for me. but please don’t ask Rod, I don’t want to share it.”
I promised not to pry, but said “I hoped she would still share her lovely body occasionally, as I wanted more, but had Reb told her of her wish yet?”
She looked deep into my eyes through misty pupils clouded by her tears, shook her head, then said “no, just that I was off the hook!”
I smiled then said mysteriously “she will!”
The journey recommenced, mum saying that she would love our moments together to continue, and she would let Reb tell her in her own time. But she hoped this time it wouldn’t hurt so much. To which I chuckled that “it won`t hurt you a bit, believe me, and she cheered up a lot. Though looked a bit quizzical so I added, “or me!” and we laughed!
A few days later mum said that Reb had spoken, that she wasn`t at school on Friday so it was `on’ and that I was going to have to be unwell and off for the day.
I am a schoolboy when all is said and done and said I was broken hearted at the thought of missing of double maths, and double PE! She grinned, “I just bet you are” she chortled. “You go to school then and I will attend to Reb”
Friday came, and I was laid up with a belly ache that vanished just after Dad and Rose left, Ros already having gone in her new motor, the little Fiat we had collected on the Wednesday her day off!
We, remaining three; Mother, Reb and myself, over coffee in the kitchen had a pow-wow, during which Reb first apologised for the way she had been since the ****, saying that she had been disillusioned and under the impression that she had thought she wanted to be both dominant and a masochist, and had believed that was the way for her dominating then goading folks to hurt her. that was till her little brother here had screwed her, and had done it through love not hatred, or the need for pain, neither giving or taking!
She now felt that she needed to draw a line under it and do that by being branded as her victims had been, as a way of reminding herself just what a bitch she had been, and it needed to be where folks could see it and ask about it, it would be her penance. She felt bad that she had held that thing over you mother it was wrong of me and I`m sorry
Wow, that explained a lot but took a lot of getting the head round, for both me and mum.
Mum said she hoped her daughter didn’t want her to mark her, as she couldn`t, even if she had been a cow and blackmailed her she was still her daughter and flesh and blood, and so they both looked at me, my answer to the unanswered question was, “where then?” she favoured her shoulder blade, but I refused saying “she would one day need to wear a wedding dress and that would not be right.” But I favoured her backside, and to “go and dress in her biggest swimsuit bottom, so I can mark the suit-line!”
She scuttled away, leaving mother and me to clear the table. Nothing being said, but mum looking relieved, not only that it was not her doing the deed but also that she was now released from the control she had endured these last few months.
Reb soon returned, wearing just the lower half of her yellow bikini, a box of both brand and torch in hand and a `strap on’ dangling from her arm. I asked if she wanted securing to which she said, “she did, please as her butterflies were churning her stomach badly now, just as they had all night, and she did not want to wriggle and spoil any neat mark that would be with her for life!”
Mother and I still dressed, though she asked us to strip which we did, after me fetching the ropes from the outhouse first, which was fortunate as we had forgotten our postman who delivered our mail just then, and it would never have done for him to have found me outside naked, or the victim screaming as he delivered the mail, he might have been Sir Galahad!
Naked now, we both bound Reb`s feet to the table legs where dad usually sat, she bent forward, and we lashed her arms to the other legs and a rope over her middle and tightly round the table top to prevent her hips moving. Mother asked if Reb “was comfortable?” a nod was all she got back from a very white and frightened girl. mother made a remark about “it was not so easy to receive as it was to deal it out was it,” before holding her still bruised breasts out for Reb to see, and then turning and lifting her buttock so her daughter could see the letter `R’ still red and angry under her cheek. I meantime had lit the blow torch, mother saying to me that she suspected I had the same mark which I nodded then showed her mine, not as yet so well healed as hers.
Leaving mum to warm the brand in the flame, I took a marker marked the edge of the knicker line, then added an inch before placing a single dot on the fleshy piece in full view. The brand being at full red heat I took it from mum and in one fluid movement the thing was against the spot, smoke and stench filling the kitchen as it had her bedroom only days before. She screamed, loud and long while I stood transfixed the hot metal searing the flesh, melting the very skin. Mother knocked my hand away and it was over, my now sobbing sister her head back and her muscles taunt as a bowstring. At that moment I vowed never to hurt another living soul, even at their own request like this. Mother sprayed the whole area, an antiseptic, and pain-relieving spray, and after a few moments my sister relaxed a little, though still in tears. A big plaster was now gently applied by mum, and the belly rope removed by me. my beloved mother now stepped into the harness of the strap-on, lubricated it and carefully seating the short end, deep in herself, before sliding its length deep into my sister. Groans now accompanied the tears, as they began their dance. Distracted from the pain, my sister began to gasp and cry-out now, not in that pain she had endured, but in excitement, joy, and increasingly in pre- climax grunts as she came slowly to the boil, my mother`s hips jigging back and forward in a convulsive way that said she too was oh so near.
Suddenly the dam broke, it was as spectacular as it was exciting, Reb writhing in the limits of her bindings, and mother triumphantly collapsing on her daughters back.
After a moment or two, mother withdrew, sitting still harnessed on a kitchen chair, motioning me to replace her.
I was about to mount when my sister cried out, that I was to “take her in the arse, she deserved it!”
Mother nodded, threw me the tube of lubricant, and I spread some over my stiff JT, then I fingered her brown star spreading oil like there was no tomorrow. Finally, I introduced the head into the tight ring, she began to scream, head writhing about swearing it was “too big by half!”. Mother stood held her head still and told her to hush, kissing her to quieten her, then telling me to “take it slow, and mind the plaster” then returning to kissing her girl while I slowly pushed on, and in.
Wild staring eyes, hot kisses, and groans ensued, as it slowly penetrated until my balls felt themselves against the wet lips of my sister`s sex. I waited for her to settle, then oh so gently began to rock in and out of her body. mother backed off as Reb excepted that I was not going to stop until I had filled her bowel, whimpering now as I struck inwards and groaning as I nearly withdrew, for some minutes, it was that bliss as you wait for a climax, then like busses they begin to come in strings, both my sister and I achieving total bliss, as my tool, my old JT, fulfilled his duty and pumped my sister full, like a grease-gun filling a dry nipple. Ecstasy, every squirt greeted by a grunt from her lips and a squeeze of her muscles… magic, pure magic.
We lay a while still joined, till JT slid from her with a flop, no longer with the size or power to remain.
We released her, and she stood on wobbly legs, it was we all knew, over.
We as a family never mentioned the brand on my sister`s rump, oh we knew about it, you couldn`t miss it if she was dressed in a swimsuit, or sunbathing. She never again Dominated folk, and yes, we occasionally had sex, as I did with mother, Rose and Ros, and as they all did with my dad. Reb and Ros are married now, Rose has a steady girlfriend, and I, well I drive the little train, and I get what I can sex-wise, wherever its offered.
I toddled off to bed that night with a sore arse, I treated it with a salve that I found rather prominently placed in the medicine cabinet, no doubt the thing had been placed there by my caring mother who I was sure suspected what had happened!
I lay for a long, long time unable to sleep, and not all from the soreness of the brand it must be said. I had had sex a few times now, but until today as a token of …well love I suppose, today was oh so different, it had been reduced to a commodity, and yes, I had enjoyed it, found it exciting, and different, but was it what I wanted? I had been left with a scar in the shape of an initial an ‘R’ and I hoped that I had given as good as I got but was it right, was it the way to go? It was a long night, I arose to use the toilet, about 4ish still disturbed. In the corridor I met Reb, who had been on the same mission. She took my hand looked deep in my eyes and said “Can`t you sleep either? we need to talk, come downstairs.” I used the loo then collected my dressing-gown and descended the stairs as quietly as I could.
The kettle was on, and I soon had a mug of something hot in my hand and was led into the sitting room. We sat, and my sister began to talk. “Look I`m sorry about my attitude to sex, perhaps I have been a bit over the top, I have had a long and disturbed night,” I cut in to say, “so had I!”
But she raised her hand to silence me then she grinned, then said that “well you shagged me harder than even that r****g bastard who set this all off, and I thank you for it, I needed a wake up call or god knows what it would have led to, ”she paused, looked distant, then said, will you do me a favour Rod, I want you to do something for me, I want you to make love to me, I want to change my life-style it will be against your vanilla ideals, and will hurt me, as I have hurt you and mum, but I want you to brand me to remind me of my manners, after that I want to become just a girl again not a hateful, spiteful bitch that I am well on my way to being, will you do that for me bro` I so desperately need it!”
I sat sipping my coffee, desperately trying to get my head round what she was saying,; me, having changed her, my sex having changed her whole mindset, wow mind-boggling, I said “Look lets get this straight, on the strength of one shag, you want to change your whole life?” she nodded, I went on “and you want me to brand you just as you did me?” she nodded again, then said “over the last few months, I have begun to hate what I have become, you little brother, had me, not as a revenge thing, though I suspect it started out that way, but as a woman, you were hard, you were loving, and you loved, no more screwed me, as me, not some Dom, but as a lover. do you understand?”
I replied; “sort of sis, but why do you want to be branded?” she said she needed something to permanently remind her, to stop her slipping back into her old ways, and she wanted mother to watch, as we were both her victims, and it would be symbolic!
I thought for a while then said suspiciously, “and what will you want for this service?” she grinned, then said “several good screwing`s like that yesterday!” which had me smiling.
We kissed, and I told her though I would be more than honoured to attend to her vanilla needs anytime, giving her that brand, well, I had decided that pain was really not my bag, and it would be a one of, though I would do it this time as I understood. but that she herself, needed to set the thing up with our mother, and explain as she had with me.
She said, “that was OK,” and thanked me with a long and deep kiss. We put our cups in the kitchen sink and hand in hand set off back to our respective beds, happy and content now. I slept well, so well I had to be called for dinner, mother making a sarcastic comment about both Reb and I being exhausted, and not knowing what we had got up to yesterday!
School restarted next day the holiday had flown past, Mother dropped me at the school gate, taking Ros on to her work, so s to have the car to shop, and collect me that evening from the train. as usual lessons dragged, my heart was no longer in the girls that were on offer, so I had told them so and we walked to the station that afternoon in a shower of heavy rain, unusually that evening a steam loco was on our train, it happened occasionally, as a running in turn after an overhaul, the driver lamenting the open footplate on this wet afternoon, instead of the warm dry diesel cab!
I sat and did my homework which was not like me at all, causing my mate in a pause from groping his squeeze to remark something must have happened to me over the break! Little did he know.
Mother collected me as usual, then taking me with her she drove to a car lot in Folkestone, she had seen a tiny Fiat car that was perfect for my sister, I waited patiently why she took a test drive and paid for the thing, promising to collect it on Wednesday, Ros`s day off, and by then she could have sorted the insurance. We trundled home, it was obvious mother wanted to talk. Haltingly she said, “look Rod, I am a little worried about you?” this was an ominous start, so I said “why?”
“Well a few weeks back you were a virgin, a novice a randy lad, call it what you will, not anymore, now your acting like you are Casanova, or someone especially since you had a day with Reb. She probably has hold of you, she`s a bitch that one, and I would rather you avoided her sort of sex, at least till your older and a lot wiser!”
Un-noticed the car had stopped, we were in a lay-by beside the ranges, out of the traffic, embarrassed, I said, “yes, well, you obviously know we slept together when you were at aunties!” she nodded and grunted, that Reb had told her to leave me at home with her, so she had expected as much. I went on “She spoke to me during the night after, and has decided to give up that Dominating roll, said I screwed her so well she wants to change!”
Mother looked sceptical, and bit her lip, but let me go on, “She showed me a film of you, and it was awesome, but she must have something over you to cane you like that!” tears coursed down mothers face, and she quietly said, “I don’t know what you said or did, but she came to me this morning and said that due to you I was off the hook, so thank you rod, I owe you!”
I passed her a tissue from the glove box, and she went on to say “I won`t tell you what she had over me, but, it was until today, a big problem for me. but please don’t ask Rod, I don’t want to share it.”
I promised not to pry, but said “I hoped she would still share her lovely body occasionally, as I wanted more, but had Reb told her of her wish yet?”
She looked deep into my eyes through misty pupils clouded by her tears, shook her head, then said “no, just that I was off the hook!”
I smiled then said mysteriously “she will!”
The journey recommenced, mum saying that she would love our moments together to continue, and she would let Reb tell her in her own time. But she hoped this time it wouldn’t hurt so much. To which I chuckled that “it won`t hurt you a bit, believe me, and she cheered up a lot. Though looked a bit quizzical so I added, “or me!” and we laughed!
A few days later mum said that Reb had spoken, that she wasn`t at school on Friday so it was `on’ and that I was going to have to be unwell and off for the day.
I am a schoolboy when all is said and done and said I was broken hearted at the thought of missing of double maths, and double PE! She grinned, “I just bet you are” she chortled. “You go to school then and I will attend to Reb”
Friday came, and I was laid up with a belly ache that vanished just after Dad and Rose left, Ros already having gone in her new motor, the little Fiat we had collected on the Wednesday her day off!
We, remaining three; Mother, Reb and myself, over coffee in the kitchen had a pow-wow, during which Reb first apologised for the way she had been since the ****, saying that she had been disillusioned and under the impression that she had thought she wanted to be both dominant and a masochist, and had believed that was the way for her dominating then goading folks to hurt her. that was till her little brother here had screwed her, and had done it through love not hatred, or the need for pain, neither giving or taking!
She now felt that she needed to draw a line under it and do that by being branded as her victims had been, as a way of reminding herself just what a bitch she had been, and it needed to be where folks could see it and ask about it, it would be her penance. She felt bad that she had held that thing over you mother it was wrong of me and I`m sorry
Wow, that explained a lot but took a lot of getting the head round, for both me and mum.
Mum said she hoped her daughter didn’t want her to mark her, as she couldn`t, even if she had been a cow and blackmailed her she was still her daughter and flesh and blood, and so they both looked at me, my answer to the unanswered question was, “where then?” she favoured her shoulder blade, but I refused saying “she would one day need to wear a wedding dress and that would not be right.” But I favoured her backside, and to “go and dress in her biggest swimsuit bottom, so I can mark the suit-line!”
She scuttled away, leaving mother and me to clear the table. Nothing being said, but mum looking relieved, not only that it was not her doing the deed but also that she was now released from the control she had endured these last few months.
Reb soon returned, wearing just the lower half of her yellow bikini, a box of both brand and torch in hand and a `strap on’ dangling from her arm. I asked if she wanted securing to which she said, “she did, please as her butterflies were churning her stomach badly now, just as they had all night, and she did not want to wriggle and spoil any neat mark that would be with her for life!”
Mother and I still dressed, though she asked us to strip which we did, after me fetching the ropes from the outhouse first, which was fortunate as we had forgotten our postman who delivered our mail just then, and it would never have done for him to have found me outside naked, or the victim screaming as he delivered the mail, he might have been Sir Galahad!
Naked now, we both bound Reb`s feet to the table legs where dad usually sat, she bent forward, and we lashed her arms to the other legs and a rope over her middle and tightly round the table top to prevent her hips moving. Mother asked if Reb “was comfortable?” a nod was all she got back from a very white and frightened girl. mother made a remark about “it was not so easy to receive as it was to deal it out was it,” before holding her still bruised breasts out for Reb to see, and then turning and lifting her buttock so her daughter could see the letter `R’ still red and angry under her cheek. I meantime had lit the blow torch, mother saying to me that she suspected I had the same mark which I nodded then showed her mine, not as yet so well healed as hers.
Leaving mum to warm the brand in the flame, I took a marker marked the edge of the knicker line, then added an inch before placing a single dot on the fleshy piece in full view. The brand being at full red heat I took it from mum and in one fluid movement the thing was against the spot, smoke and stench filling the kitchen as it had her bedroom only days before. She screamed, loud and long while I stood transfixed the hot metal searing the flesh, melting the very skin. Mother knocked my hand away and it was over, my now sobbing sister her head back and her muscles taunt as a bowstring. At that moment I vowed never to hurt another living soul, even at their own request like this. Mother sprayed the whole area, an antiseptic, and pain-relieving spray, and after a few moments my sister relaxed a little, though still in tears. A big plaster was now gently applied by mum, and the belly rope removed by me. my beloved mother now stepped into the harness of the strap-on, lubricated it and carefully seating the short end, deep in herself, before sliding its length deep into my sister. Groans now accompanied the tears, as they began their dance. Distracted from the pain, my sister began to gasp and cry-out now, not in that pain she had endured, but in excitement, joy, and increasingly in pre- climax grunts as she came slowly to the boil, my mother`s hips jigging back and forward in a convulsive way that said she too was oh so near.
Suddenly the dam broke, it was as spectacular as it was exciting, Reb writhing in the limits of her bindings, and mother triumphantly collapsing on her daughters back.
After a moment or two, mother withdrew, sitting still harnessed on a kitchen chair, motioning me to replace her.
I was about to mount when my sister cried out, that I was to “take her in the arse, she deserved it!”
Mother nodded, threw me the tube of lubricant, and I spread some over my stiff JT, then I fingered her brown star spreading oil like there was no tomorrow. Finally, I introduced the head into the tight ring, she began to scream, head writhing about swearing it was “too big by half!”. Mother stood held her head still and told her to hush, kissing her to quieten her, then telling me to “take it slow, and mind the plaster” then returning to kissing her girl while I slowly pushed on, and in.
Wild staring eyes, hot kisses, and groans ensued, as it slowly penetrated until my balls felt themselves against the wet lips of my sister`s sex. I waited for her to settle, then oh so gently began to rock in and out of her body. mother backed off as Reb excepted that I was not going to stop until I had filled her bowel, whimpering now as I struck inwards and groaning as I nearly withdrew, for some minutes, it was that bliss as you wait for a climax, then like busses they begin to come in strings, both my sister and I achieving total bliss, as my tool, my old JT, fulfilled his duty and pumped my sister full, like a grease-gun filling a dry nipple. Ecstasy, every squirt greeted by a grunt from her lips and a squeeze of her muscles… magic, pure magic.
We lay a while still joined, till JT slid from her with a flop, no longer with the size or power to remain.
We released her, and she stood on wobbly legs, it was we all knew, over.
We as a family never mentioned the brand on my sister`s rump, oh we knew about it, you couldn`t miss it if she was dressed in a swimsuit, or sunbathing. She never again Dominated folk, and yes, we occasionally had sex, as I did with mother, Rose and Ros, and as they all did with my dad. Reb and Ros are married now, Rose has a steady girlfriend, and I, well I drive the little train, and I get what I can sex-wise, wherever its offered.
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