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 �>�Maeson's Assistant A Maeson and Kimber Story by TailWeaver Copyright�(C)
2017 by TailWeaver

   Chapter 13: A Naked Girl Walked Into a Bar...

   Backside stinging a bit from his swat, Kimber turned and made her way
out the door, having to stop and twist her arm forward to fit through the
door.  She could feel the egg between her legs, the  -~tail -(TM) portion
nestled up against her body, the tip bobbing right in front of her clit as
a constant reminder of her parasite.

   Her mind was still mulling over his comment about sharing, or not
sharing her.  She had not really ever thought about that, everything was
still so new and intense.  All she knew was, if he asked her to do
something, she would have a hard time saying no, even if she could.  She is
not sure she ever would.  It would burst the bubble of their relationship,
she thought.

   In the kitchen, she spent a long time carefully, one handed, filling the
electric tea kettle with water, having to waste additional time drying it
off when her aim was so poor - it was very hard to do everything at arm
-(TM)s length, and squatting or tilting awkwardly to get her hand at
countertop level.  Deciding that she needed to make multiple trips, she
first carried down the tray in one hand and a saucer in the other, placing
them on a little table near his desk.  Still silent, not making any verbal
noises, she returned to the kitchen, preparing the pot with the tea, and
ensuring his cup was clean.

   Slowly returning downstairs, watching the filled pot carefully as she
maneuvered it into his room, she knelt, turning first one way and then the
other, setting the teacup on the saucer, and the pot on the tray.  Looking
over at her brother working, she slowly backed up a bit, and began to pour
the tea into the teacup, hissing a little when it spilled right at the
beginning.  Getting up, she went back with improved grace and grabbed some
paper towels to clean up the liquid debris.

   Finally, the task was done, and she rested for a moment, waiting to see
if he had any requests before she went to clean the bathroom, and
straighten the beds and the kitchen.

   Maeson heard Kimber coming back down the stairs and watched the trials
and tribulations of her working with the arm bar.  He liked the way it
looked on her and wondered if perhaps he should think about rope work more;
this of course led to the memory of having her tied up on the bed her legs
spread apart, his handiwork tying her up for display and use.

   Kimber went and left, coming back to clean up the mess she had made.  He
could get used to this, and he couldn -(TM)t help but toy around with the
idea of living in their own place, like Grey and Lee (though circumstances
were obviously different), a couple.  Him earning enough to keep them both
comfortable, her ...  his; obviously it was a fantasy, but it was a good
one.  Kimber, padding around the house naked, his ...  with just a collar
on.  Even if it was a fantasy he could take care of her, take care of all
of her, and she in turn could take care of him.

   With a wistful sigh Maeson dismissed fantasy and got back to reality. 
Kimber was waiting on him.  He did regard her though, with an appreciation
that went further than her body.  God, he loved his sister.  She was an
incredible find, but reality was reality.

    -�Very good, not bad for a first time, though I think you need more of
a challenge, -� Moving back to his computer he called up the controls for
his father -(TM)s wireless speaker system, choosing some jazz (music with a
variety of intensity and tempo) he hit play as he looked at Kimber out of
the corner of his eye and a soft satisfied smirk,  -�One and half hours to
go, let -(TM)s see how your chores go before we settle up on rewards and
punishments, shall we? -�

   Kimber could not imagine how he could make it any harder, the whole
contraption was quite awkward at best.  When she saw him messing with his
computer, turning on some music, she was still confused.  She was confused
only for a moment.  As the music began its rhythmic beat, an answering beat
began deep inside of her, as the vibrator responded somehow to the music,
sending pleasant little waves of pleasure coursing through her vagina and
up to her clitoris.

    -�Oh! -� she said, flushing, as the awkwardness of her cuffed and bared
display was combined with sexual stimulation.  It was actually a bit
pleasant, she thought as she nodded her head, moving back upstairs,
beginning with the kitchen.  As she moved around, awkwardly cleaning up the
mess, everything taking twice as long as  -~normal -(TM), she began to get
a sense of what he was up to.

   The stimulation inside of her pussy did not remain consistent,
preventing her body from getting used to it like a sort of physical white
noise.  As she moved and the music changed, the vibrations would alter,
speeding up with the beat, or changing to every other beat in a long slow
more intense probing of her innards.

   She soon felt herself lubricating as much or more than when he placed
her on the  -~saddle -(TM).  Her thighs became a bit sticky as she moved,
random drips of her own juices falling down and tainting her clean body.

   Pausing in the doorway of the kitchen, unable to walk steady as an
especially effective combination of rhythms and intensity put her on the
brink of a walking orgasm.  Shuddering, she felt it subside a bit as the
program moved on, or the music changed, she still was not sure which was
really in control.  Making her way down the stairs, one step at a time,
trying to keep her  -~egg -(TM) in place, she soon was working slowly and
steadily, trying to straighten his bedsheets, primarily one handed.

   Maeson for the most part let Kimber get back to work, however difficult
that might be.  He imagined that this would do a number on her, since one
time he had left a  -~girl-friend -(TM) tied to a bed as he worked,
listening to Mozart -(TM)s symphony number 40 which was about twenty six
minutes long.  The display and sound had been fairly amazing and had worn
the girl out completely, leaving her so sensitive she had orgasmed
immediately when he had taken her.  While Maeson was not planning on taking
Kimber yet, he still figured Kimber was in for more of the same.

   He had indeed played a bit of mind game with her, since reward and
punishment was likely to be very similar, and certainly based around
pleasure.  What he did know is that he was going to enjoy it immensely.  As
it was, Kimber was proving to be not only trainable, but so willing to
indulge his whims he had to really remember that there was plenty of time
to try anything with her and to not rush things.

   What was especially hard at the moment was resisting the urge to go
check on her.  He was intensely curious, and as he worked he found his hand
straying to his cock as he imagined Kimber panting, fighting the
stimulation, trying to do her work while being insidiously teased.

   When Kimber came down to straighten his bed she looked like she was
intensely concentrating.  A full hour into her bondage and he could already
see a change to her walk as her legs shook with every step.  He watched her
fumble with the bed sheets, and it made him ache more for her.  Enough so
that he had to straighten himself.  He could see the wetness against her
thighs.  She was bright and shining, and she was excited so much that he
could smell her.  Letting his work sit, he turned his chair around watched
blatantly, his hand on his shaft drinking it all in.

   Kimber could tell he was watching her now, and it seemed to make her
even more awkward.  She knew she must look ridiculous bending awkwardly to
pull on the sheet with one hand, getting frustrated when it would come
undone on an opposite corner.  Finally figuring out a way to get the bottom
securely tucked in under the mattress, she felt like she was making
progress, though the distraction in her loins was frequently causing her to
pause, moaning a bit, the pleasure continuing to flow through her body with
every increasing frequency.

   Finally finished with his bedcovers, she saw his discarded clothes on
the floor, and tried to bend over to grab them, but her legs were too
shaky. She was sure she would fall.  Getting down on her knees, and then
propping herself with her elbow as she bent down, she was able to grab one
item of clothing at a time, dismayingly proud when she nabbed two things on
one of her fishing expeditions, reducing the number of trips between the
floor and his hamper.  Bent over as she worked between the floor and
hamper, she could feel the vibrations intensify against her insides
whenever she bent or tightened that area.

   Finally finished, she turned and moved into her sitting position,
staring straight ahead, and waited.

   Maeson was sitting in his chair, one hand on his hard on when he pulled
his watch up to look at it,  -�Twenty minutes over the mark, -� he told
her,  -�you were late on completing your chores, - though you did exceed
the two hours under the bar... -� When Maeson told her this he wasn -(TM)t
upset, or angry, it just simply was.  For him it was a boon either way. 
Getting up, he pulled his cargo shorts off and put them to the side, then
stripped off his shirt.   -�You don -(TM)t get to orgasm today, young lady,
-� he told her as walked over, hook his finger in a ring on the front of
arm bars collar and guided her to her feet.  Turning Kimber around, he
pushed her into the bed face first and took her by the hips.

   Kimber waited for only a few moments, before she heard her brother tell
her that she took too long, though her did not seem angry, merely matter of
fact.  She watched, peripherally (still trying to do her best to stare
straight ahead as ordered) as he stood up and began to undress.  She could
feel her nerves began to jangle, as her whole body reacted to the continued
stimulation in her vagina.  It was a long constant, insistent, stimulation
that forced her to think often, if not always, on her body and what was
being done to it.

   When he came over, lifting her up, she could see his arousal, and it
matched her own.  These games he played with her must do as much for him as
they did for her.  She felt weak in the knees, almost unable to stand as
she felt another change in vibration.

   While he knew that he wasn -(TM)t going to take Kimber today, he was
sure she didn -(TM)t know that as he brought her ass against him, his cock
resting in the crevice of her ass,  -�Being as you are twenty minutes late,
I believe that it appropriate for you to receive twenty times, my hand on
your ass, but, -� he told her moving his cock against her,  -�You -(TM)re
not getting out of your restraints yet, and I don -(TM)t think I should
have to wait for you to finish your duties to me?  Do you Kimber? -�

   When he bent her over the bed, her legs partially spread as he moved
behind her, laying his prick along the valley of her behind, she clenched.
Certain she knew what was coming, not even that surprised, but still
nervous, uncertain.  As he announced her punishment, his hard cock laying
against her skin, she quivered inside, wondering how he was going to
proceed.

   Realizing he had asked her a question, she spoke up,  -�No sir, I should
be quicker, you should not have to wait.  She clenched her cheeks in
nervous anticipation, feeling him still so close.  She knew she was
dripping wet, getting all over him as well, and as he moved, she moaned,
the feeling of her aroused body and his heated flesh enough to torment her
with just that much more intense stimulation.

   Maeson exhaled slowly and moved his hips, sliding his cock over Kimber
-(TM)s ass, over her sex, grinding himself slowly against her.  He loved
teasing her, loved making her so hot for him, and he knew she got off on
the taboo nature of their relationship together.  A little sister getting
wet for her brother as he dominated her, what the hell could be hotter than
that?

   He wasn -(TM)t going to do the work though,  -�You have no hands, little
sister, and how do you think I want you to do your duty to me? -� Maeson
asked her.  Maeson ground himself against her again, sliding his prick
down, teasing Kimber with the head of his cock as he grazed her wet sex
with the head.  As he got back to the top though, he started her punishment
and put palm to flesh with a nice sounding Smack!

   She could feel his penis pushing against her, and she wanted to feel it
in her hands, in her mouth again, but she was trapped by his body and the
contraption.  She had to lay there and let him toy with her, use her body
as something to rub against.  It was so carnal, so animalistic, she felt
her hips pressing against his, the buzzing of that vibrator a constant
source of double stimulation.

    -�I can ...  use my mouth? -� she said softly, her face turned to the
side as he toyed with her backside.  Then the spanks began, and as her
cheeks warmed up, one sharp attack on each cheek, she felt herself press
back against his body, and her sex wanted something much more carnal.

   Then he stood still, and switched cheeks so it was even Smack!.  Now
Kimber had a palm print on both cheeks and he backed off enough to give her
room letting go of her hips then letting the head of his dick brush her sex
again.  He had no intention of letting her use her pussy that way, but it
didn -(TM)t mean he couldn -(TM)t tease the hell out of her with that
notion.  He was prepared to move his cock if need be, she could grind
against him, and that was all she was permitted.

    -�I know you want this, don -(TM)t you?  Say it, -� he growled knowing
the embarrassment would turn her on,  -�Tell me what you want from your big
brother. -� smack!smack!

   She rocked her hips back, wanting to feel his shaft pressing against
her, wanting that pain/pleasure.   -�Please ...  I do ...  more ...  spank
me ...  make me wet ...  make me cum... -� She felt her orgasm approaching
as he continued to spank her, her skin growing warm, and her body crying
out for more.

   Alternating from cheek to cheek Maeson continued spanking Kimber as she
pushed back into him.  Her wetness already had him slick with her
excitement, and aside from the points that Maeson used the head of his cock
to toy at edge of sex it slid along her easily nudging the toy around with
his shaft,  -�Focus Kimber, -� he growled at her before laying another
couple of slaps to her rear,  -�You are here for service first, and perhaps
if you do a good enough job? -�

   Taking a break from spanking her, he reached down between his little
sister -(TM)s legs and pulled on the part of the toy that was still exposed
sticking out of her like an enlarged clit.  He wiggled as he pushed the
head of his cock against her bum,  -�I -(TM)ll take you to an orgasm, but
your first duty is service, isn -(TM)t it? -�

   With what he felt was the proper encouragement, he let go of the toy and
went back to spanking of Kimber, his open palm making the best smacking
sound he could imagine.  With each swat her bottom took on a redder hue,
and he could feel her twitch as the sensitivity grew.  He slowed up though,
not wanting to make the task impossible suspecting that if he kept swatting
Kimber too much she might orgasm as a result.

   Over and over his blows fell, and Kimber continued to spasm and quake
against his sharply stinging hands, and his body, as she pushed back
against him trying to find some ease.  The vibrator seemed to jump inside
of her every time she pushed back, and she soon got into a rhythm, pushing
back, feeling his shaft run between her flaming hot cheeks, her wetness
transferred to his shaft during infrequent changes of position.

    -�Oh ...  shit ...  Maes--sir ...  it -(TM)s... -� she gasped, pressing
back faster, falling into a rhythm, feeling his hands alternately striking
and squeezing her cheeks, increasing the stimulation of her body on his
hard prick.  It was almost like ...  fucking ...  she could feel him
pressing against her, their bodies moving back and forth, trying to raise
her hips, tilting, as if giving him full access, she drove her shoulder and
chest down into the bed, the bar keeping her from moving too far or too
fast.

    -�Please ...  cum on me ...  use me to ...  cum ...  Sir... -� she
said, trying to please him, unsure of her role as silent or noisy
participant.

   Maeson liked the way that Kimber made the transition to Sir naturally.
Slowly, he was training her and things were starting to take root.  She
didn -(TM)t protest after all.  In fact, his little sister was welcoming
the attention, the teasing, and of course the orgasms.  He was also pleased
that she seemed about a hairsbreadth away from asking him to stick his cock
in her.  He wouldn -(TM)t of course.  It wasn -(TM)t time; while he knew
that he could, and it wouldn -(TM)t be a big deal (which was the point) it
wouldn -(TM)t stand out in any significance.  Taking Kimber, when he did,
wouldn -(TM)t be out of passion, but it would be the like the collar, a new
significance that she asked for.  It would be a new role that she
specifically asked for, when Kimber realized that, like her need for a
collar, she needed her big brother to take her carnally.

   Cuming all over Kimber was a different story though, and as he watched
(and felt) her work her ass into his cock he wondered if he should get her
lessons for pole dancing or lap dances cause god only knew she had natural
talent already.  Her little bubble butt was sliding around on his shaft
like she was possessed, and he was getting ready to orgasm.

   He was finishing her spanking 4 Slap!, 3 Slap!, 2Slap!, 1Slap!, and was
finished.  Her bottom looked red and looked used.  Hot red and quivering.
He could feel the orgasm welling up within him, and concentrated just
letting his control go and...

   Maeson came with a loud sexual growl; forcefully he took Kimber by the
hips and ground himself like he was possessed, like he was really fucking
her,  -�You! -� he growled out,  -�are mine! -� The words were so primal,
and so absolute and he came as he said them, his cock pressed into her
causing the cum to arc up with each thrust to decorate her ass and back. 
When he finished he had marked her beautifully, but he kept grinding slowly
like he wouldn -(TM)t ever let her go and they might continue like this
always.

   When he grabbed her hard, after finishing the spanking, and thrust even
faster, she could feel his cock exploding all over her backside, the warm
liquid hitting her skin, sending even more shivers through her body as she
felt the powerful urges being used like this gave her.  She pushed back,
grinding, feeling his body against hers, pushing on that vibrator, trying
to get herself to her own peak, ignoring his orders.

   Over and over she rocked, frustrated, but insistent, she could feel the
buzzing increasing, and as his cock finished painting her backside, she
could feel him slide all over her body, the sweat and his juices
lubricating her skin.

   Moaning loud, desperate, she felt herself on the edge of orgasm, and as
he continued to slowly grind away against her, she felt the beginnings of
an irreversible reaction deep in her loins.

   Kimber was obviously enjoying herself as she ground away against him. 
Yes, she was taking care of him, but she was also moaning and writhing so
much there was no mistake that she was getting something out of it. 
Leaning over, Maeson took her by the back of her neck, his large hand
clamping around the back of her neck holding her firm as he supported
himself on one arm.  Slowly he ground into Kimber not making it easy on
her,  -�Are you going to cum despite my telling you not to? -� Maeson
-(TM)s hips were in fact encouraging her, making it as difficult as
possible, but his tone said he disapproved.   -�Hold it Kimber, -� he
hissed at her,  -�do not let that orgasm go. -�

   Maeson had to think fast.  If Kimber did cum what was he going to do
with her?  Then an idea occurred to him, Kimber bound by the legs as well,
the vibrator still inside of her, her sweaty body still covered in his cum.
Only, instead of releasing her after she came, he would keep her tied up,
the vibrator still teasing, still driving her to more orgasms until she was
so sensitive she could practically cum, probably painfully with even a
brush against her sex.

    -�If you cum, -� he continued,  -�I -(TM)m going to make you squirm
young lady, -� Maeson told her, the grin vocally obvious even if she couldn
-(TM)t see his face.

   Kimber felt him hold her tight, his hand strong on her neck, keeping her
from moving, yet all the while thrusting against her, his hips rocking into
hers.  She was past the point of no return, and though she nodded,  -�Yes,
no, I mean, I won -(TM)t...   -~ she knew, no matter how hard she tried,
this feeling was not stopping unless he completely removed all stimulation.

   He did not stop moving and as his cock slid up her behind yet again
getting off on her condition, she cried out, doomed,  -�Oh ...  shit ... 
you can -(TM)t do that ...  sir.I mean ...  fuggg... -�

   A quiver began deep inside of her, and before she could stop it, her
whole body was one large excited bundle of neurons and she shook, wildly, 
-�Sorrysorrysorrysorry -� she yelled as she slammed back against him, his
closeness pressing the vibrator inside of her, and extending her orgasm,
her wet, nasty, embarrassing exposure of all that she was...

   Maeson let it ride, or more appropriately he rode Kimber.  He wasn
-(TM)t going to get angry at her, he wasn -(TM)t going to yell at her, but
he was going to reduce her to a mound of quivering orgasmic female sex
before he was done with her.  So in the meantime, he just indulged himself,
ground against her as she pushed back into him, his hard cock sliding wet
and hard against the toy and her sex.  Given another fifteen minutes he
likely would be able to cum again himself it was so damn erotic.

   There was just something about a female in the midst of her orgasm that
was just beautiful to behold.  She was like a cat stretching to push her
back into the hand petting her.  A natural lithe sexiness that was so
natural when under him that you couldn -(TM)t help but fall in love with
her.

   As her orgasm subsided he eased her down and held her, still bound of
course, his hands traveling her body and holding her close.  After a short
while he reached down, eased the toy out and continued to spoon Kimber as
his hands idly explored her and his cock, lay between her thighs tucked
against her shaved smooth little sex.  He nuzzled her, giving her kisses
along her ear and neck as she lay bound against him,  -�Relax Kimber, -� he
ordered, whispering in her ear encouragingly.

   Being bound, her hands unable to clutch into herself, to hold onto
anything other than the bit of sheet where they were spread out by the bar,
seemed to intensify the feelings.  As she rode the wave of her forbidden
orgasm, she felt the rushing waves of erotic ecstasy take over her body,
her muscles, she was simply a physical embodiment of the crashing wave of
her orgasm.

   Finally, spent, laying there, his body still on hers, holding her, his
fingers pulling the toy out, leaving her with a stunning silence after such
an intense symphony, she slowly returned to her body.  Sweat began to cool
along her skin, and as she realized she was still alive, still functioning,
she began to worry about the punishment, though, right now she did not care
that much.  That had been the most intense orgasm of her life ...  She had
no idea she had that inside of her.

   She heard him calm her, and as they lay.  She closed her eyes, letting
her breath calm her, enjoying the respite, however long he chose to give
her.  She knew she was going to be punished, but she was going to take the
break he was giving her.

   It was a long while till Maeson felt like rousing Kimber or himself.  He
just lay there spooning her, his hand running up and down her long naked
thighs, her side, and over her neck or hair enjoying the moment and
thinking about how he was going to handle what was coming next.  Eventually
though things needed to get going, he had work to get done and Kimber had
to get cleaned up, plus a little extra work to get done.  So, rolling her
onto her back, arms still bound, he started kissing her.

   Maeson started with Kimber -(TM)s nipples, brushing his lips over her
nubs then worked his way slowly towards her neck, and eventually ending
with her mouth.  He planted a long lingering kiss, opening her lips with
his tongue, kissing her deeply.

   Being rolled over with the bar spreading her arms apart was more than a
bit awkward, and Kimber was fully roused from her brief, peaceful retreat
by the time she was laying on her back.  Maeson was still being kind and
gentle though, and as his hands touched her and his lips toyed with her
body, she felt a rewarming of her insides, and small fire beginning to
kindle deep inside once again.  Her nipples zinged as he kissed them, and
her lips parted eagerly as he touched his lips to hers.  She lay there,
bound, his for the taking.  And quite content with that fact.

    -�I love you, -� he told her.  Things had certainly changed between
them.  From the moment his little sister had picked him up to the time that
he had her now, naked and bound in his bed smelling of sex.  Wearing his
collar.

   She heard his words and her heart almost cracked in two.  The intensity
of the moment sent a wave of emotion running through her, and tears
trickled from her eyes as she looked at him, nodding, unable to speak, but
the answering love and care clear on her face.

    -�Go clean up, bring me down hot water and a wash cloth, then finish
whatever chores you can, -� he told her,  -� -~cause tomorrow you -(TM)re
going to be so busy all day, you -(TM)ll need the extra time. -�

   Moving as he ordered, she was able to get back upstairs and try to clean
up.  Unable to reach her backside, she struggled to get her back rinsed in
the shower, careful to not bang anything with the metal bar.  Unable to
fully close the door, she had to spend a bit of extra time wiping up the
floor with a towel, her feet becoming rather adept at the task.  Running
her back against a towel hanging on a rack, she figured she -(TM)d gotten
as clean as she was going to get until he released her.

   Working a small bucket out from under the cabinet, she got it into the
sink, and filled it ½ way with hot water.  Washcloth in one hand, and hot
water bucket in the other, she returned to his room/office, and smiled
tremulously,  -�Where would you like these, sir? -� Her skin was still a
bit damp due to her inability to dry herself off completely, though, for
the most part, she thought she was presentable...

   Maeson closed up what he was working on and swiveled in his chair so as
to face Kimber, relishing in the opportunity to look her over as she stood
before him now.  She was naked, clean, bound at the arms, and wore only his
collar.  She was shaved, and if time really allowed he would do more with
her today.  Getting up, he took off his boxers which he only wore, stripped
then he addressed her,  -�Turn around, you -(TM)re done for the day, and I
want you to give me a sponge bath. -�

   When Kimber complied, he undid the arm bar starting at the wrists, and
then following with the neck.   -�Stand still Kimber, -� he ordered.  It
was damp still from her shower, which was fine so he laid the bondage gear
to the side to dry.  Turning back to Kimber, he started working her arms
and shoulders in a slow compression massage so she didn -(TM)t cramp with
being released.  He made no effort to avoid touching her with his body,
though that wasn -(TM)t really a conscious choice anymore.  Now it was just
being comfortable with her as almost any couple might be.

   With that finished, he stood up raised his arms slightly,  -�Start at my
cock than move to the rest of me. -� As he stood being washed he explained
tomorrow.   -�Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, go through your morning
routine, shower and clean up, but I -(TM)m not going to join you.  When you
are finished come down here, I -(TM)ll be waiting for you.  You won -(TM)t
be swimming or anything, and you -(TM)re going to be busy a good portion of
the day, so no plans.  Do you have any questions? -� he asked her.

   Nodding, she began to clean and wash off his genitals, the bits of dried
semen coating his flesh quickly washing away.  As she continued to work,
dampening the rag over and over, she worked to get him refreshed and clean.
She much preferred washing him in the shower, she thought to herself, but
this was kinda nice too.  Finishing up with his arms, having made sure she
got his armpits as clean as the rest of him, she put the rag back into the
bucket, and sat back, kneeling as he had taught her.

    -�No, um, no questions sir.  Just curiosity of course. -�

   The rest of her day was much quieter, though she was nude and collared,
she had time to surf a bit before dinner, and afterwards, she actually read
for a while before falling asleep.

   Over the course of the evening, Maeson really had to give this a lot of
thought.  So after he had picked out her nightie, kissed her lingeringly
good night, and then put her to bed, he had come down to do a bit of
research.  He didn -(TM)t really have time for much, and the extent he
could actually do anything was limited.  He had to work with the toys from
his equipment, which included ropes, a couple of vibrators, and few butt
plugs in various sizes and a mask for cutting off sight.

   Maeson really wasn -(TM)t a sadist, not in traditional terms at least.
He had no real interest in bruising, cuts, canning and the like.  It was
one of the reasons that his discipline stayed mostly to his hand or the
leather slapper.  He preferred anticipation and teasing, so when Kimber
showed up the next morning, he had his ropes neatly coiled at the edge of
the bed, the arm bar to one side.  Three butt plugs of ascending sizes laid
out, and the two vibrators.

   His plan was simple.  He was going seriously sexually tease Kimber.  All
day long.



   Chapter 14 : The Longest Day

   Conscious of his request, Kimber did not swim her laps in the morning.
After padding naked to the kitchen to get a morning drink of juice, she
returned upstairs, and took her shower.  Checking her stubble status, she
took extra time to carefully shave her legs and vagina.  As she rinsed off,
running her hand over her very smooth skin, she sighed, enjoying the simple
moment and the simple pleasure of the water.

   Finishing up, she dried off with a towel, and spent a few minutes
combing and blow drying her long black hair.  Satisfied she was
presentable, she adjusted the collar around her neck, centering it
carefully, and headed downstairs to see what he was so mysterious about
yesterday.

    -�Come in Kimber, -� he ordered her picking up a length of rope, 
-�Give me a kiss, then lay down, on your back on the bed. -�

   He didn -(TM)t explain the toys.  Kimber would have to trust him.

   Maeson took Kimber -(TM)s kiss, lingered with it, then waited for Kimber
to arrange herself on the bed.  He had chosen to have her on her back and
put a towel under her pert bottom.  Than he had set to work tying her arms
to her thighs, and then attached the spreader bar to Kimber -(TM)s ankles
to hold her open.  Maeson was very neat with his rope work so each cord was
placed in a very neat position to look as aesthetically pleasing as
functional.  Bent slightly at the waist, the towel raised her bottom so it
was easily available.

   Lastly, he tied a pelvic harness to hold in the toys he was going to use
on her sex.  It looped around her thighs, and the rope was easy enough to
pull aside, but when n place it wouldn -(TM)t allow any toys to escape.

   When he put the mask over her eyes, he got down near her ear and
whispered huskily in it,  -�You were a naughty girl letting your body get
away from you yesterday, so today you -(TM)re going to orgasm for me, over,
and over again.  To start: I want you to hold off on each orgasm that you
can, for as long as you can.  Eventually you are going to get so tired you
can -(TM)t help it, so the rest of the day you -(TM)re going to orgasm over
and over again, and I want to hear a thank you for each and every orgasm
you have.  Am I clear Kimber? -�

   The rope in his hands as he bade her enter gave Kimber only a little
pause.  It was not like the bar, she knew that, but she suspected that she
was going to be tied up a good portion of the day.  He had told her to not
make plans.

   Eyeing the arm bar laying there, as well as more coils of rope and ...
Gasp!  There were four or five vibrator looking objects ...  Kimber felt
her cheeks warming, fairly certain she was going to be toyed with today ...
It was not unexpected, he  -~owned -(TM) her after all, but it was rather
blunt, sexual and direct.  He was going to tie her up, toy with her body --
simply because he wanted to.

   Laying down on her back, she listened as he explained his  -~reason
-(TM) for the punishment.  As he tied her down, her legs spread by that
ominous bar, she tried to get comfortable.  He was talking about quite some
time being spent on this bed.  The towel under her bottom was soft, and as
he finished trussing her up, her arms tied to her spread thighs, her sex
laid bare, she felt herself oddly excited.  Curious even.  The mask closing
off her eyesight was a new experience, and she felt at once more
vulnerable, and more aware of every little sound and movement.

   Gulping nervously, hearing his instructions, she wondered how long it
would be before she was thanking him ...  The whole scene was already
making part of her aroused, even if the other part of her was nervous and
awkward.

    -�Yes sir ...  Clear.  I am to thank you sir ...  for each orgasm... -�

   With Kimber tied up like his own personal toy, he picked up a vibrator
and set it to a slow vibration.  He was in no hurry and he expected this to
take some time.  He also didn -(TM)t want to rush.  The best orgasms came
as slow as a snail -(TM)s pace.  Maeson also didn -(TM)t offer an
explanation; he warmed the vibrator with his hand, but otherwise gave no
forewarning than holding onto her bare leg before he began.

   He ran the tip of the vibrator over her sex slowly.  He ran it down the
center, off to the side; he circled her hooded little clit.  He even teased
her bottom with it but not for long, that would come soon enough.  Gently,
brush after brush, he worked his little sister to wetness.  Eventually he
started teasing her core, pushing the tip of the vibrator in slowly,
letting Kimber -(TM)s wetness coat the vibrator.  It continued like this,
playing attention to the outside until the tip was inside of Kimber buzzing
away.

   The darkness was working on Kimber -(TM)s mind.  As she lay there
unseeing, she began to imagine all the myriad ways that her brother could
be taking advantage of her captive position.  Thoughts chasing each other
around her brain kept her from being 100% present in the moment.  That
changed as soon as she felt a buzzing object press against her bare skin,
immediately warming her sexual membranes.  Blind, tied, spread apart,
Kimber could only lay there as the buzzing object explored her body,
dipping in and beginning to sample her inner spaces.  She was so wet, she
could feel it sliding easily over her slick skin, and as it buzzed its way
inward, she tried to press forward to capture it more deeply, but was
stymied by the ropes.

   Maeson stopped toying with her, leaving the vibrator inside of her an
inch or so.  Using the rope harness around Kimber -(TM)s thighs he secured
the vibrator in the ropes, mildly vibrating, only partially inserted ... 
and then he got up walked out of the room and left her there.  Maeson left
Kimber, alone, bound, and in the dark with nothing but the buzzing little
vibrator to keep her company.

   She felt him adjust the toy, and then he was gone.  Leaving her to buzz
away in darkness.  She struggled to fight the rising tide of orgasm as he
requested.  Over and over she tried to change her mindset, to think of
something else, but every minute she was drawn back to what was happening
between her legs.  The buzzing had gone on so long it felt like her whole
midsection was vibrating.  She struggled against the ropes ineffectually,
trying to get more stimulation on her clit, wanting to feel that exquisite
pain/pleasure.

   Maeson waited fifteen minutes before returning to check on her.  As he
came in he didn -(TM)t let her know he had returned, he didn -(TM)t say a
word.  He just took the end of the vibrator and moved it, testing it, his
finger sliding over her sex to see how wet Kimber was before he continued.

   Kimber had lost track of time.  The buzzing had gone on and on.  After
an eternity, she had felt it begin to move again within her, and she cried
out at the sudden change in stimulation, raising her hips eagerly to the
sky, wanting more, unmindful of the way she might look.

   Maeson obliged her by teasing Kimber with the vibrator and working it in
slowly literally millimeter by millimeter.  He kept the vibration on the
lowest setting because his aim was to hopefully keep her on the edge with
enough sensation to excite her but not enough to drive her to orgasm.  This
was also the reason that when he reached the full depth of the vibrator,
about six inches he stopped moving it and lodged it in the rope harness
where it would be stuck nearly motionless; as it was, Kimber wouldn -(TM)t
be able to push it in, or pull it out.  Sure, she could gain some movement
by working her hips, but it would be minimal.  Over the course of time he
imagined she would be able to achieve orgasm, but it wouldn -(TM)t be easy.
Sooner or later that would change as she became more and more sexually
charged, but for as long as he could he would make those increments come as
slow as possible.

   She could feel her sex opening, becoming filled with the buzzing object,
and she gasped.  Kimber had never pushed anything quite so deep, usually
content to play with her clit more than penetrate herself when she
masturbated.  It was a strange but very good sensation, and the buzzing
seemed to emanate throughout her whole lower body, keeping her arousal
growing.

   With Kimber -(TM)s new temptation in place, Maeson stepped back to
admire his handiwork.  On the bed, his little sister lay bound, naked, her
legs spread wide, and she was working her hips like she was in heat.  He
could see her excitement oozing down the crack of her bottom, wetting her
hole and he doubted that he would actually need any lubricant when it came
to her first butt plug.  As she moved her pelvis, he could watch her
muscles work.  Her ass clenched and unclenched the muscles as she sought
out the sweet sensations.

   Kimber was again in the dark, her only distraction her sex being
constantly jarred by the vibrator.  Over and over she rocked her hips, her
arms pulling her thighs back a bit as she vainly tried to reach herself,
eager to finger her clit and send herself crashing over the top.  She knew
she was supposed to wait, but that thought, that control, was long gone.

   Moving to top of the bed Maeson removed his shorts as quietly as
possible freeing his cock.  Without forewarning, and moving as silently as
possible he laid the head of his naked cock on her cheek, brushing it back
and forth leaving a trail of his own excitement across her lips and then up
so it lay across her lips.  He gave no order for her to suck it, or
explanation of what he was doing, but he imagined his little sister, would
know instinctively what to do with it.  For him this served two purposes,
he wanted her to be distracted for a little while, and give her something
to focus on, but also as her Master, he was going to enjoy some of her
fruits.

   As a softness hit her cheek, a bit of wetness, Kimber realized his cock
was laying on her lips.  Obediently, quickly, she opened her mouth, unsure
of his true intentions, but sure that he wanted this.  His flesh was hot,
warm, slightly sticky, and as she felt the head of it slide into her mouth,
she could taste him, and his fluid.  Her tongue touched and teased at his
sensitive flesh ...  tasting, enjoying, playing - until she lifted her
head, pulling more of his cock into her mouth, sucking on him hungrily. 
The buzzing in her loins, her inability to see, or even touch him, forced
her aroused state to seize on his cock like a lifeline, and she strove to
capture it, to make it explode with just her willing, servile, mouth.

   Kimber barely had her mouth around his cock, her tongue tasting his
flesh as she lay there blind, before it was gone.  Kimber waited, lips
parted, ready for its return, but nothing came.  The buzzing vibrations
deep inside her continued to rake her with erotic sensations, and she felt
her need building like a tidal wave of sensation.  Groaning aloud, unable
to control her voice, to keep quiet, she moaned, whimpering, seeking
release.  Bucking against her restraints, she pulled hard, trying to get
her hands free simply so she could rub her clit into a quick orgasm.

   Maeson backed off for a few minutes not actually leaving this time, but
staying slowly, and quietly working his cock as he watched Kimber writhe on
the bed, bound watching the next orgasm build for her.  This was going to
be an hours long affair.  He was going to leave her like this, her naked
body undergoing as much pleasure as he could heap on top.

   After a little while of enjoying the sight, Maeson picked up the leather
slapper, waited for an orgasm to build, and when it started to crest
smack!, he spanked her, once, twice, three times, striking her soft inner
thigh, each smack closer to her center, before putting the leather slapper
away.  It was all about sensation.

    -�Auuuggghh. -� she moaned, pressing back and forth, eventually finding
a way to stretch that put just the right amount of pressure on her clit,
from the inside.  Eager now, rocking a bit, pressing and depressing that
spot, Kimber felt her orgasm approach.   -�Mmmmm -� she moaned, closer and
closer, finally cresting and forcing her to let out a long low shuddering
groan.   -�Fuck! -� she cried as she came, the spanking of the leather
coming out of nowhere, immediately overloading her brain, and forcing her
to cum harder than she could imagine.  Her internally built orgasm crashed
head on to the sharp painful sensations coming from the slapper.

   She could feel the ropes still holding her, her body still blind and
bound, and some sort of normalcy returned to her brain.  Her overly
sensitive cunt was still spasming around the vibrator, although another
orgasm seemed fleetingly farther away.  Groaning in frustration, Kimber lay
there, feeling her wetness seep down between her thighs.  She longed to
reach up and clasp her breasts, squeeze her nipples, anything to ease the
tension.

   Maeson took a break, leaving her there like that, and headed outside for
a swim.  He had to; otherwise the temptation to use her was just too great.
When he returned he once again settled his cock on her lips and trusted she
knew what to do with it.

   When his prick was laid against her mouth again, Kimber opened
instantly, hungrily, taking him in, tasting him, wanting his cock to stay,
to give her something, anything to think about besides the constant buzzing
in her sex.  She could feel his hardness, and taste the sweetness of his
slickery emission.  She closed her eyes inside her mask, and began to
suckle like a baby on the breast.

   The dark surrounding Kimber continued to force her physical awareness to
escalate higher and higher.  The wetness drowning her sensitive,
stimulated, tortured pussy dripped out of her, coating her thighs.  Her
mouth, filled with his flesh, had worked hungrily, the only physical touch
she was able to hold onto.  Her hands, long bound to her thighs could do
little but touch a small area of skin as she quivered and quaked under the
buzzing assault of the vibrator trapped inside of her, her brother -(TM)s
careful rope tying keeping everything in place.

   She could feel his cock get thicker, harder, pulsing inside of her
mouth. She had no hands to hold his staff, or position it better, so she
worked, blindly, to keep the head inside of her.  Using her tongue, she had
felt every inch of his flesh as she worked her lips, sucking and tasting.
Sensing a change, she thought the head of his cock was thickening, and
seemed to press inward with more urgency.

   Perhaps it was perverse, even arguably a little sadistic, but Maeson
knew that eventually Kimber would need some sort of sustenance so when her
lengthy suckling teased an orgasm out of him, he let it go into her mouth
though he didn -(TM)t hold her head he told her,  -�Drink it, -� in a soft
hiss as an order.  The words were actually more than he intended, but he
just couldn -(TM)t hold it in and he liked the idea that he was feeding her
his cum for her sustenance through the day.  In that was the perversity he
reveled, and the thought would have him back at the bed throughout the day
feeding his little sister his semen in a marathon of forced orgasms.

   Clasping her lips and holding her mouth tight against his flesh, she
could feel the quivering of the flared end against the back of her throat,
and soon his fluid was shooting into her.  She was so starved for
stimulation, for anything but the dark, she did not even need to hear 
-�Drink it... -� hissing from his lips, though his words made her latch on
even harder, truly suckling at a different type of food giving appendage.

   As his orgasm finished, he withdrew.  His softening cock falling from
her lips, leaving a wet trail down her chin as he removed himself from the
bed again.

   Sucking his cock clean, she whimpered as it left her, her mouth once
again empty and alone.  Moaning, she strained again against her bonds,
trying to find another release.  She was so wet she wondered how she was
not making a puddle beneath her.  Perhaps she was.  She sure as shit could
not see to find out.

   Maeson wasn -(TM)t done with Kimber just yet though.  There was the
matter of her unused hole.

   Moving down to Kimber -(TM)s ass he picked up the smallest of the butt
plugs.  This one was simply a small butt plug, pink, slim but with enough
of a flare to open her up and start her getting used to being stretched. 
Kimber was so wet he didn -(TM)t even bother to reach for the lube.  He
kept it slow, just to tease her, he moved the ropes aside and worked the
vibrator out by pushing it in a slow circle against her inner walls.  Once
it was out, he used his fingers, first one, then two, coating them, teasing
her own cum from her body letting it trickle down to coat her rear and of
course her asshole.  With his other hand he penetrated her ass, pushing his
thumb inward in a slow circle.  In this process, he massaged the circular
muscle guarding her rear entrance, teasing it loose, stretching it out
until his thumb was fully inside of Kimber and he was fucking both of her
holes together.

   Within a bit of time, he felt she was ready, he slicked the plug in her
pussy before easing it deep into her bottom until the muscle clenched the
neck of the plug and locked it into place.  Then, he pushed the vibrator
back inside of her, set one notch higher than before.  As planned the two
pushed against each other, and he teased her by deliberately rubbing the
vibrator against the plug through the thin wall separating her two most
intimate holes that now belonged to him.

   And that is where he left her.  Both her pussy and bottom filled, one
buzzing ...  tied up in the dark.

   She had felt him return very quickly, and opened her mouth willingly,
only to feel him moving around her bottom, touching her very intimately. 
She almost called out, surprised, shocked even.  When he said he owned her
body, she did not think that included  -~there -(TM).  But as his thumb
moved against her, feeling the vibrator still pulsing, the sensations that
shot through her outweighed any nervous embarrassment.  This was some
intense feelings, and though she never would have thought of it on her own,
she realized that he knew her body better than she did herself, and was
teasing out new and even better sensations.

   Bucking, moving against the dual intrusion, Kimber could feel herself
nearing another orgasm.  It hung out there, so sweet and near, she was
gasping with the need to have it wash over her.  Just as she thought she
-(TM)d finally explode, he was gone.  His thumb had been replaced by
something similar in size, though now firmly lodged in her backside.  She
could feel the two objects rubbing and vibrating against her as she moved,
and she adjusted her attack to maximize the feeling.

   She was long since caring about holding off ...  that feeling had passed
an hour ago ...  Now she wanted, no, she needed to cum, and to cum hard. 
Moving her thighs against the ropes, pulling and pushing, she could feel
the two objects rubbing, creating just the right sensation ...  deep
inside. This was going to be different, no clitoral stimulation at all,
just a deep, earthy, intense sensation that was building from her soul,
ready to explode.

   She began to buck, hard, up and down as little as she could, and a long
drawn out orgasm washed over her as she cried out,  -�Oh ...  Oh ...  oh...
-�.

   Maeson came back about fifteen minutes later after had gotten something
to drink, and a quick bite to eat.  First thing he did was to bring Kimber
some cool water which he fed to her through the nipple of a sports bottle,
because after all he couldn -(TM)t let her dehydrate, and he couldn -(TM)t
let her overhydrate.  He held the bottle up her mouth, letting her latch
onto it with her lips.  He had measured the water out carefully, a nice
sized glass, which he fed to her in spurts till it was all gone.  However,
at no time did he let up on her pleasure.  The toys he left in place,
buzzing and penetrating.  The room was filled with her soft moans and the
creak of the bed; her arousal scent heavy in the air.

   Kimber was a sight, completely wet at the thighs, black rope and cuffs
binding her in place, her face sightlessly turned up to the ceiling.  Her
mouth was opening and closing as she made sounds; or it seemed like she
sought out stimulation and he wondered if she was seeking out his cock
again.

   The thought made his cock stir again.  He was intoxicated with the power
that his little sister had given him.  That she was allowing him to reduce
her to her base animal desires like this.  God, he loved owning her.  He
loved using Kimber, and he ate up that she hadn -(TM)t once asked to be let
go.

   He had to go upstairs, but before he did he picked up the next sized
anal plug.  He slipped out the slim one, filled her with the medium sized
one easing it in slowly with no need for lube.

   He left Kimber, once again, alone with her continuous climax.

   Time seemed to be meaningless for Kimber.  She knew that she was rising
and falling on waves of constant arousal, peak, and decline.  The
continuous stimulation seemed to make everything overly sensitive.  When
she moved against the ropes, after so much constant stimulation, every
slight touch seemed magnified.  She could feel the sweat dampen her skin,
her chest, under her breasts, the back of her neck.  Her groin and thighs
would no doubt be slicked with sweat if she was not flooding the area with
liquid of another sort.

   She thrust her hips up, thrusting hard against her unseen ropes as she
peaked again, gasping loudly as she fell back, only to begin to build up
again.  She had barely noticed him removing the toy from her bottom,
replacing it with something larger.  The pressure now was different,
bigger, and she could feel her sex muscles stretching around the new
intruder.  If he had wanted to make her orgasms harder, he could not have
picked anything better.  Just when she had become a bit numb, even used to
the dual stimulation, the change of size made new sensations, new
pressures, and new ways of stimulation.

    -�Nnnngggg ...  mmm... -� she moaned out, opening her mouth, hoping he
would come back, but he never did, she was left gasping, and wanting,
riding out another wave ...  Her hair was becoming damp and slick against
her forehead, the mask only increasing her warm discomfort.

   Maeson came in for the last time of the day and picked up the last large
but plug, a black beast, about two inches in width, with a vibrating egg
nestled in the middle of it.  He moved to Kimber -(TM)s bottom and marveled
at the obscene show she was putting on.  She must have been getting tired
cause her entire bottom was quivering after the workout he had given her
for about four hours.  Her skin glistened, with sweat and fluids so it
looked like she had been bathed in baby oil.  When he took ahold of the
medium sized plug and began to pull her muscles gave it up almost easily
they were so tired.  As he watched the glistening muscle ring stretch,
expand and contract almost to closing, he was turned on especially when she
didn -(TM)t close right away.  Kimber -(TM)s bum was left winking, perhaps
even quivering as much as her legs and bottom.  So he gave it something
else, the larger, vibrating plug.  The shining black plug stretching her
out even further, but now it vibrated against the vibrator in her pussy.

   Watching her take both toys was one of the hottest things he -(TM)d ever
seen, and he couldn -(TM)t help but be touched that she was letting him do
this.  Kimber was truly his, they had come so far in such a short time, and
he was going to take them further.

   Picking up the slapper once again, he moved up to her head, settling his
cock on her lips for her to take into her mouth, having no doubt that she
would.

   The moment she did he set about slapping her skin, from her quivering
bottom, to her pussy (though he did keep it light) to the hard little
breasts.  He slapped her stomach, her arms, decorating her with light red
marks just to fill her up with sensations.  Maeson only made them sting
though, he could have brought them down harder, but he didn -(TM)t, he
loved Kimber, he didn -(TM)t want to hurt her, he just wanted to drive her
wild and over the edge with sensation.

   There was a constant buzzing in her ears, almost like bees in a busy
hive, that worked to fill Kimber -(TM)s mind with sound.  As she struggled
back to full consciousness, she realized that it was not a buzzing in her
ears, it was a buzzing much lower, resonating throughout her whole body,
confusing and blending her senses due to the long period in which she had
been tied up, forced to endure hour after hour of constant stimulation. 
She realized she had drifted off again, floating away in her mind to some
pleasant cloud of constant arousal, where the only thing that existed was a
giant picture of her vibrating sex, filling her mind.  She would watch it
quiver and quake.  Throbbing.  It would begin to glow red, then yellow,
then white hot, and she knew that she was cumming again, though sometimes
it felt as if it was happening to some other body.  She could  -~feel -(TM)
the orgasm, and her quivering, quaking body, but she also was floating in
this cloud, watching the giant representation of her sex turn colors and
shoot its energy through the air, suffusing her whole body with its
stimulation.

   She felt a change, an emptiness.  She realized that he was back, he was
touching and moving her a bit.  Empty, yes that was the word.  Her backside
entrance was empty, open, clutching at nothing, still reacting to the last
orgasm that had just washed over her.  Her body was not really her own
right now, it was a sweaty, damp, sticky mess of overstimulated nerves. 
Intrusion.  Big, thick, OMFG that -(TM)s too big ...  oh shit ...  yes ...
no, god no, it -(TM)s buzzing too ...  it -(TM)s too much.

   Her mind exploded again, her giant white hot clitoral tree spasming in
waves of light as she was sent again, reeling down the path of orgasm. 
Taste.  Mouth.  Yes, yes, yes!  Hungry now, she sucked on the life line,
eager, tasting, touching, gasping for more.  She took his flesh into her
mouth like it was her cunt, she wanted to fuck his cock.  Over and over she
sucked and licked, holding it tight within her mouth, eagerly lifting up to
take it all.  Spasms of pain rocked her as she moved onto his cock, over
and over she felt flashes of red hot, then white explosions joining her
overworked mind.  She was constantly riding the wave now, one orgasm would
end, and another would take off within seconds ...  She felt herself fading
back away, the giant clitoral tree and lightning dashes of spanking energy
suffusing her mind as she hungrily tried to drain the life giving fluid
from her drinking glass.

   Maeson fed Kimber his prick but he teased her as well, pulling out until
she whimpered or begged for it and then thrusting back in, fucking her with
it.  It was easy since she was so eager for it now, putting any porn star
easily to shame in the raw need that she was experiencing now.  He had
reduced his sister to a hungry, dirty slut that was all his, and it made
him happy.  She was his, his beautiful sister.  His gentle very willing to
serve him sister.  She gave him something he needed, care and control over
someone else, and her?  Maybe a firm hand?  A guiding force?  A man who
would take her in the most primal way?  He didn -(TM)t know, but it was
obvious that she wanted to submit to him now.  As he looked down at her
sweat slicked, quivering person he couldn -(TM)t help but feel love and
pride for his little sister, his submissive, and his slave.  She was tough,
and she was still asking for more he thought.

   So he slapped her, using it on random parts of her body.  He was
rougher, targeting nipples, and even her spasming pussy.  He was going to
fill her up with sensation.

   Watching Kimber suck at his prick, watching as she feverishly took him
inside of her mouth he swelled again and fed her second load of semen for
the day.  It was all she had eaten, his cum, beside the water he had given
her earlier.  She took it all inside of her, swallowing.

   When he was empty and going flat, he took his cock away again, and went
between her thighs.  He left the plug in, but he slid the vibrator out. 
Lying on his stomach, he took her ass in his hands, put his mouth square on
her quivering mound of sex and wasn -(TM)t gentle about it either.  He paid
no attention to the fact that she was likely incredibly sensitive, in fact
he could feel her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue and abused it
horrendously by flicking it mercilessly.  Maeson didn -(TM)t stop there
though, he picked her ass up enough that he could enter her sex with his
tongue and thrust as deep as he could go straining to reach in as much as
he could and clean her from the inside out.

   He wasn -(TM)t teasing any longer.  This was like the final stretch in a
marathon where the runner stretched their tired legs for that final length.
To rush to the end only his final stretch was forced pleasure, and as his
little sister -(TM)s owner he was going to lovingly show her no mercy.  So
he tongued her insides and slit, teased her labia sucking on it, and even
gave head to her engorged clit.  He covered his face with her ecstasy, and
toyed with her ass by tugging repeatedly on the oversized plug that still
violated her ass, pulling it till it nearly got past the neck before
releasing it to let her body suck it back in.

   They were both covered in sex and he loved it.

   So Maeson took his pleasure in doing this to Kimber, eating her out for
a long time, taking her as many times as he could over the brink until he
she couldn -(TM)t take it anymore.

   When he was done, he pulled the large plug out and crawled up to her
head, kissing her body again and again in a trail that led over her
stomach, breasts, nipples, neck, chin, and eventually her mouth.  Each kiss
was gentle, caring and loving.  When he reached her mouth he kissed Kimber
slowly, and reached up to pull the blindfold off, waited for her eyes to
adjust.  To find his eyes and hear him whisper,  -�I love you. -�

   As her eyes adjusted to the daylight, she saw his face looming over
hers, his lips which had traced a trail of kisses up her body, speaking
words.

    -�I love you -� she told him, then realized he had said the same thing.
A rush of emotion she could not quite name suffused her mind as she felt
something so  -~right -(TM) click into place, finding a home deep in her
soul.  She was his.  She would always be his.  She no longer had to worry
about what came next, he would figure it out.  Parents, school, college,
girlfriends, boyfriends, none of that mattered.

   She had just ridden a wave of sensation that completely rewrote her body
and mind.  She had no shame left.  None.  She could feel her bottom, no,
her ass, clenching and unclenching as they lay next to each other, his arms
around her.  He had toyed with her, he had fed her his cock, he had licked
her  -~all over -(TM).  And she was not ashamed.  She could not even
contemplate that emotion.  She was his ...  He could touch, taste, feel
anything that she had.

   She remembered some, perhaps most, of what had happened, even the end,
when she was so tired, her body quivering with exhausted need.  She had
felt his cock again, and the explosions of pain that rocked her body as she
came again, harder and harder as he filled her mouth.  Her clit was
throbbing from the slapping leather, her nipples crinkled hard and aching.
Her mind knew that he had been between her legs, giving her oral sex, but
her body -(TM)s memory, her body -(TM)s reaction, was nothing more than a
more intense sensation, a softness combined with the overloaded reaction of
her nerves, that had forced out one more long orgasm from her spent body.

    -�Yes -� she thought,  -�I do love him ...  always... -�.  Her muscles
ached from her bound position, arms still tied to thighs, her cunt left
open and drying a bit as her body calmed down.  She began to drift off to a
relaxing rest ...  not quite asleep, but not quite awake either.



   Chapter 15: Gifts while he -(TM)s away

   Maeson gathered Kimber up, going first to undo the ropes and cuffs, then
lifting her smaller body in his arms to carry her upstairs to the bathroom.
Wishing he had thought to draw a bath earlier, he put her down on the
toilet.  He gave her a quick kiss on the lips; a little I love you in the
small peck and got a bath going for her.  Using the bubble soap, he drew
her a bath making sure that the water was warm enough to relax her
overworked muscles.

   It was hard not to be aware of the parallel between the movie and the
two of them at that moment.  Kimber had undergone some hardcore bondage for
him.  She had submitted to him and now he was taking care of her, showing
how much he cared for her in the same way that Grey had for Lee in the
movie.  The similarity was perfect and he had a feeling that Kimber would
appreciate it even more since she, he suspected, was touched by that scene.

   With the bath ready he turned to Kimber, lifted her up in his arms,
settling her head onto his shoulder and gently lowered her into the water.
When Kimber tried to make a move to take care of herself he put a stop to
it quickly,  -�No, you -(TM)re going to relax, -� he told in her a gentle
but firm tone,  -�you are mine to take care of, and I want to show you how
much I love you. -�

   Maeson took care of her; he washed her, from hair to toes, his big hands
slowly rubbing her arms and legs.  He washed away the sweat and sex, gentle
hands stroking her ever careful.  He took extra care with her sex, breasts
and bottom since he had worked her so hard he imagined they would still be
very sensitive.  It was quiet, and relaxing.

   When he had finished washing her, he went downstairs and brought back a
small plate of fruit and bread to her, as well as some chilled juice. 
Stripping down, he put everything in reach, then slipped in back of her,
naked, positioning Kimber so she could lay against him.  He fed her, piece
by piece even holding the juice for her so she could sip from the glass. 
Maeson wouldn -(TM)t allow her to do anything for herself, repeating his
earlier order,  -�You -(TM)re mine to take care of.  I love you, now be
still and relax. -�

   When Kimber was done with her food, he got out first, got a fresh towel
for her and helped her from the tub.  He patted her dry, and helped with
her hair before he took care of himself.  Then leading Kimber to her
bedroom, he laid her down and got behind her, wrapping his long arms around
her to hold her.

    -�Mom and Dad won -(TM)t be back for a few hours, sleep Kimber, take a
rest, -� he told her softly.

   Kimber had slipped in and out of a pleasant lassitude, touched beyond
measure by his gentle caring actions.  Rousing once, she felt him slip in
behind her in the tub, and fruit, fresh delicious wonderful fruit was
placed against her lips.  As she chewed slowly, leaning her head back
against his chest, she had felt her body -(TM)s soreness fade, and her
muscle strength return just a bit.  Unused to such care and love, she cried
silent tears of happiness, her cheeks stained with a wetness not coming
from the bath.  She wished this feeling would never end.

    -�Take a rest... -� she heard, her body dry, hair damp, as she lay
against the soft sheets, sinking down, feeling her body draw down deep and
relax.  Again, he was behind her, his arms protective and strong, and she
was safe, she was home, she was at peace.

   As Maeson finished packing his bags for a two day trip he started going
through his mental checklist.

   Airline ticket, check.  Carry on  -" check Charge cards  -" check Laptop
 -" check Presentation  -" in his briefcase  -" check Cell phone  -" check

   It looked like he pretty much had everything.  It was Wednesday, he
would be gone three days, flying back on Saturday.

   All was going well and he took a deep breath.  He really couldn -(TM)t
believe his good fortune, though it was less fortune and more work on his
part.  After he had come home, looked for a job and found nothing he really
wanted to do, Maeson had started investing as a way to make a little money
and just to have a look-see on how he could do.  To say the least, Maeson
had done better than well.  As it turned out, he had a knack for day
trading, and about three weeks in he had given up the idea of finding an
actual job and started working on his personal portfolio which had gone
extremely well.  He had started playing with some money from his parents,
and he had done well with theirs as well.

   It was a little over two months into the summer and Maeson had a
portfolio that would take some people five years to grow.  To say the
least, he had a job, He was a day trader and he was now taking the large
step of attracting an investor.  That -(TM)s why he was flying out to L.A.
He was meeting with Philip Dawson, a hedge fund director that he had gotten
into a number of conversations with.  He was put off originally by Maeson
-(TM)s young age, but since he had sent Philip some figures he had been
invited to come and spend a couple of days with him, show him his portfolio
and if all went well, Philip was going to invest in Maeson -(TM)s day
trading business.  He wanted to convince Philip to give him money.  With
that he could grow even faster, and establish more of a name for himself.

   Maeson would not need a job then.  He would have made one, a good one, a
really good one.  He would be living a life that most people in finance
would never touch, ever.  It turned out math really was good for something,
and he chuckled to himself.

   Finished packing, he called up the stairs.  Kimber was going to drive
him to the airport, and to let her know he was ready, he called for her, 
-�Kimber, can you come down?  I am almost ready to go.  Just one more
thing! -�

   Turning around, Maeson opened the top drawer and pulled out a small
black case that resembled something like one of the fancy pen cases, only
this didn -(TM)t contain a pen, this was for Kimber.

   Finishing up with the bathroom, Kimber looked it over, nodding, deeming
it clean and tidy.  She heard the tiny silver bells jingling as she moved,
their constant song a gentle reminder of her service.  Absently brushing
against her breast, she felt the small slender hoop pull against her nipple
- interrupting the rhythmic sound of one of the bells.  Ears perked, she
heard Maeson call her, and she hurried to her rarely used room (other than
sleeping briefly while dodging parents, before often sneaking downstairs).
Making sure her dress was ready for their trip to the airport, she nodded
her head to herself and hurried downstairs to meet her master.

   When Kimber got to his room, he waited for her to settle into a
submissive position before he addressed her.  It wasn -(TM)t to say that he
didn -(TM)t smile at her, he was not some super serious about himself
master, he just wasn -(TM)t able to maintain that type of demeanor
constantly -- it would be quite taxing.  He did want Kimber to follow
certain forms, like kneeling at his feet.  Often, he would put out a hand
and help her up, like he did now,  -�I got something for you, -� he told
her with a small satisfied grin.  With the hand he had helped her up he
turned over her palm and put the clamshell black box in her hand,  -�Open
it. -�

   Like the nipple bells that he had given her a week or so ago, which he
had to congratulate himself on ( -~cause they were a brilliant idea), this
would be a small reminder of her status, but also a promise of what was to
happen after he returned.

   Inside the box was a medium sized silicone butt plug, with a bit of
extra flare to hold it in, but also a chain that could be removed.  A small
tail with a bit of weight,  -�This, -� he explained  -�is for you to wear
when I am gone. -� Maeson waited till he had Kimber -(TM)s attention and
she was finished looking at it before he continued.   -�While I -(TM)m gone
you -(TM)re going to wear it, removing it only to void, and clean.  The
chain tail will be off while everyone is home, and on when you are alone in
the house naked.  Also, while I am gone you have homework, -� he explained
capturing her eyes.   -�You -(TM)re going to research how to best to clean
your bottom thoroughly, so when I return you -(TM)ll be ready. -�

   Maeson paused, letting it sink in, then asked the question,  -�Do you
know why I -(TM)m having you do all of this? -�

   Looking up from her kneeling position, Kimber took her gaze from the new
anal tail he had given her, her mind only a little taken aback by its
appearance and purpose.  Thinking carefully, she nodded,  -�I think so. -�
she said,  -�sir. -� Not quite sure if she was right, or how to say it.  
-�You want to, um, fuck my ass...  ?  And you want me to, remember my
station--when you are gone?  Sir? -�

   She was not sure what she thought about his intentions, she rarely
considered it.  She had gotten so used to being doubly penetrated by his
increasingly large collection of toys, that she did not consider it a dirty
or bad place, just unusual.  She imagined him sliding into her, claiming
her until she cried out under him.  Flushing with the direction of her
thoughts, she looked up at him obedient and patient, cheeks red but
otherwise unchanged.

   She had not quite figured out how to be naked around her parents, (like
she increasingly longed for), though she had been increasingly casual,
wearing at most a simple dress or a very long shirt.  At first her mother
had raised an eyebrow at her when she arrived at breakfast, nipples poking
through her Pooh shirt.  But as her father did little more than grunt
hello, this too became  -~normal -(TM).  Maeson of course, had mock teased
her, but she had played it off as being comfortable in her own house. 
Again, her mother looked at her for a long time, before looking away and
saying nothing, perhaps deciding that making an issue out if it would only
make it more obvious Kimber was growing up.  She loved it when they were
gone, either at work or just  -~out -(TM), she could return to what she
considered her new normal.  Her natural state was no longer dressed, that
much she knew.

   She did smile remembering the first time she had worn her shirt after
the piercing.  She was sure her father was going to say something, but he
never did, and her mother had taken to patently ignoring her daughter
-(TM)s more egregious behaviors.

    -�Yes, and yes, -� Maeson confirmed both statements with a nod of his
head.   -�The plugs have been training your bottom for me to take you, -�
he explained  -�I think you -(TM)re ready for it, and -� he stopped pausing
to consider how he wanted to put it.  He did indeed want to fuck Kimber,
and her ass seemed a natural place to take her.  He didn -(TM)t intend to
take her pussy without her say so, since that was in its own way the most
intimate of places Kimber could give him.   -�I -(TM)ve thought about this
for a while, and I -(TM)ve wanted to claim you, to be inside of you.  So
yes, I want to fuck your ass.  Your pussy, on the other hand, -� he told
her pausing for a moment,  -�is the most intimate place you have.  If you
want to give yourself like that, I would love to take you -- but that
decision is yours.  You might have given yourself to me, but you are still
a person, my sister, and love you.  I want that part of you to be yours to
give. -�

   With a nod, Maeson considered it said, and he was happy with the way it
came out.  Though he waited for a moment for Kimber to respond.  For him
this relationship was far more than a dalliance and he wasn -(TM)t going to
endanger it by rushing.  Already Kimber was the most intimate relationship,
physically and emotionally that he had ever had.  Something that he was
going to foster for as long as she wanted to wear his collar.

   Kimber had not realized he was waiting for her to say okay to anything,
she thought perhaps he just did not want to have real sex with her.  But
now that he said all of that, she could see how, perhaps, her virginity
truly was the last gift she had to give, and it should be willingly
explicit, not assumed.  It was actually rather touching, if a bit at odds
with how she had been picturing their relationship.  She had sorta thought
he was just waiting for a good time, or even a bad time, to escalate. 
Rethinking in her mind, she considered how best to  -~tell -(TM) him. 
Obviously not right now, not when he was leaving, not when he was making so
many preparations for the  -~other -(TM) kind of sex.  But she did not just
want to  -~say -(TM) it out loud.  She decided to think about it while he
was gone.

    -�I understand, sir, and I will be ready when you get back.  100%
ready, and yes, I know what that means.  Please ...  can we go soon, I wish
to get back and undress for as long as possible, and practice for you ...
before evening comes and dad gets home. -�

   Maeson looked thoughtful as he took in what Kimber had said, and he was
mildly surprised.  He wasn -(TM)t sure if she had meant she wanted him
vaginally, or not, but he didn -(TM)t want to draw the conversation out, he
had a flight to catch, and he had to get his mind on the presentation this
weekend.  A lot hinged on it.

   That Kimber wanted to be naked was actually, not much of a surprise and
it made him smile.  She had come such a long way from naïve little sister,
and now she was becoming a very dedicated slave.  Even mom had mentioned,
not about the slave part, but that Kimber had become much more responsible
about her chores and helping out around the house.  Dad?  Well he had been
stand offish as usual with his own head in work and such.  It wasn -(TM)t
that he was not aware of what went on around him, but his mind typically
was on work, even at home, something that Maeson understood.  If it wasn
-(TM)t for Kimber his mind would be on work as well, trying to make his
future secure.

   Picking up two other things before they left, Maeson held them out to
Kimber; a credit card, and a smart phone.   -�These are also for you, -�
Maeson told her.   -�The cell phone is obvious, it -(TM)s so we can talk,
or chat while I am away and we don -(TM)t have to use the house phone.  The
credit card is for you, it has a two thousand dollar limit in case you need
anything.  It -(TM)s in my name but it is your card.  I -(TM)ll up the
limit on it as I can afford more, but, -� Maeson shrugged,  -�it all
depends on this trip.  Mom and Dad don -(TM)t know about the card, but if
they find it, tell them I gave it to you.  I -(TM)ll talk to them, ok?  So,
-� Maeson asked,  -�get dressed.  I -(TM)ll put my things in the car, and
Kimber, Just a shirt, no panties or shorts.  See you in the car. -�

   Kimber rose, silent and obedient, with a smile on her face -  -~NO
sullen servitude here today thank you very much! -� she thought as she went
upstairs to get a shirt.  She carried her new phone, tail, and card in her
hand a bit incongruously.  Setting her new items down on her dresser, she
made a spot for the tail amongst her underthings, hiding it away in case
her parents came home unexpectedly.  Crossing to her closet, she held up
one of her favorite blouses, white with small subtle pink heart accents,
and smiled, slipping the fabric over her nude form and buttoning it up
carefully.  It was not very long, and every step she took seemed to cause
her backside, or front for that matter, to peek out as if playing a game of
hide and seek.

   Back downstairs as quick as possible, she waited, uncertain, for Maeson
to come, hopefully with something for her to put on before they went to his
car.  She hoped that there would not be traffic, eager to get back home and
do the research he had suggested.  Shaking her head, she stopped herself -
she was not eager for him to leave, but, if he was going to leave, she
wanted to get it over with -- the sooner he left, the sooner he would
return!

   After taking the time to send out an email to Phil that he was just
setting out now and would meet him for breakfast tomorrow morning, he
picked up his bag and headed up stairs to meet up with Kimber.  Seeing her
dressed in just her blouse, he smiled at her mischievously,  -�I like it,
and now why don -(TM)t you get your cute little bare ass into the car
sister mine.  I -(TM)m driving, you can drive back. -� Maeson had no
intention of giving Kimber anything else to wear on the way over, on the
way back he had a skirt packed for her, but he wasn -(TM)t going to tell
her that until they got the airport.

   The drive over was uneventful really, no traffic and a pleasant day. 
The entire way over Maeson had his hand on the inside of Kimber -(TM)s leg
where he trailed his fingers over her sex slowly up, and down.

   Slipping out to the car, keeping her shirt as low as possible while
moving as quickly as possible, had raised Kimber -(TM)s heart rate
significantly.  Maeson -(TM)s hand on her thigh, teasing her, touching her,
during the ride to the airport - only made it continue to pound within her
chest.  She could not help but moisten under his attack, and she could feel
her body opening to him as she continued to be of service to him, even as
they drove across town.  The seats in his car were not conducive to much
more than the contact he was giving her, or she might have been even more 
-~open -(TM) - she was feeling quite -- adventurous -- perhaps because he
was leaving.

   When they got to the airport Maeson pulled into the parking garage and
went to the second floor so it would be a short walk onto a sky bridge into
the airport itself.  Their airport really wasn -(TM)t a large one, but it
was enough to catch a major flight.  Pulled over, shadowed by the overhang,
Maeson put the car into park and put his arm on the seat back just above
Kimber -(TM)s shoulders and leaned in.  Possessively he cupped her sex as
he looked into her eyes,  -�Are you going to take care of what -(TM)s mine?
-� He asked her, lovingly, but playful as well.  She was his after all.  
-�I value what I own, and l own you, and love you dearly, so ...  take care
of yourself while I am away.  Which includes using the card I gave you for
treating yourself. -� After a moment, he moved his fingers sliding them
against her.   -�I -(TM)m going to text you when I get into my hotel, but I
won -(TM)t talk to you till tomorrow.  In the meantime, when you play with
yourself, you may orgasm, but you will say my name, and a proper thank you
to your master.  Clear?  Beyond that, -� Maeson told her with a tender
smile, and reaching up to stroke her cheek,  -�I love you and I am going to
miss you. -� With as much passion as he could muster, Maeson laid a deep
kiss on Kimber, and when he broke it he let his lips linger on hers.

   Then, he got out, unzipped the side pocket on the carry on and pulled
out the short skirt he had folded up that was a bit short, but still a
skirt.  Reaching through the window he handed it to her, winked playfully,
and headed out with a wave to catch his flight.

   His kiss, and his cupping of her slickness, claiming her, reminding her
of her place, left her flushed and ready for so much more --- and he was
leaving.   -�It -(TM)s yours, sir ...  all of me ...  is yours.  Of course,
I will take care of, what -(TM)s yours... -� she moaned as he touched her
one more time before leaving.  Her mind was imagining what she could do
with his credit card ...  discarding one idea after another - clothes had
little meaning for her right now ...  perhaps a massage ...  or a wax
treatment...

   Realizing he had given her permission to  -~enjoy -(TM) herself, perhaps
as much as she liked, as long as she called out his name, she looked up at
him, blushing, but eyes bright with excitement.   -�I will, I promise, I
can -(TM)t wait until you text ...  or we talk tomorrow... -� She took the
skirt, laying it on the seat next to her as she unhooked herself.  Looking
around carefully, she slid the garment up her legs, raising her hips
quickly, before opening the door and moving around to the driver -(TM)s
side.  A quick wave goodbye as he turned just before moving out of sight,
and she was alone.

   When Albert got home he saw both of the kids were gone which was great.
It gave him a chance to get in, get a swim and enjoy a beer.  It was the
end of a nice day, finally, so when he relaxed into the deck chair (after a
dip) and it creaked a bit in protest he could close his eyes and just let
his mind drift.  Albert was a complete contrast to his son, while Maeson
was all tall lean crded muscle, Albert was broad shouldered and big.  He
had black hair streaked with grey and stormy blue eyes.  He was a little
older and had a bit of a paunch going, but his broad shouldered and muscled
chest helped to hide that and the only reason it was visible now was that
he was sitting and wearing his swimming trunks.  Albert easily had an older
rugged guy thing going, something that his wife Teresa liked, and reminded
him often of.  He looked more like a construction worker, than a desk
jockey, which was because, like his son, he believed in working out often
and keeping trim.  At fifty-two he was still attracting the casual eye of
women.

   Albert was home early to catch his daughter.  Maeson being around made
it difficult to have a private chat with her, which Terry had been edging
him to for a bit now.  Terry was concerned about Kimber -(TM)s impropriety
as of late and the fact that she seemed to be wearing less and less
clothing around the house.  It was something that Terry wouldn -(TM)t have
issue with, or so she claimed, if Maeson wasn -(TM)t living with them, but
he was!  To Terry, a former conservative catholic, her daughter -(TM)s
dress and behavior just wasn -(TM)t proper.  She didn -(TM)t want her
daughter  -�flouncing her body about. -� Albert honestly didn -(TM)t care
much, as he figured it was a phase, and felt that a conversation would just
make it worse.   -�Flouncing her assets, -� which if he recalled, was how
Terry put it after seeing her daughter wearing a thin fabric batman shirt
to the table one day, was just his daughter trying to figure out what she
was all about.  Kimber -(TM)s mother had chewed his ear off later that
morning, swearing at him that she could see her nipples through the shirt,
(which Albert privately admitted he had noticed), but for his daughter
-(TM)s sake, he had left out his observations during that argument.  He had
seen it, it was kind of hard not to notice any woman, even your own
daughter, when they had nice breasts.  Cause yeah, sure he had noticed, how
the hell was he not?  Father yes, but he was a guy and somethings were hard
wired into a body.  Kimber was attractive, and looked a lot like her mother
did when she was younger and had a few less pounds on her.  She had the
same nice tight little bubble butt, and the full rack that was going to
make the young men drool, but ...  she was also his daughter, so noticing
was about as far as it went.  A father didn -(TM)t run around ogling his
daughter ...  period, look but don -(TM)t touch (much less do anything
else) was gospel.

   Unfortunately for him, he was elected by Terry -(TM)s overwhelming
majority to have the conversation about her dress code.  It made some
sense, since he and Kimber had the rapport that most fathers and daughters
shared, and was certainly less adversarial than her mother and she had. 
Not that they hated each other, they just had a hard time discussing touchy
topics.  Albert was a lot easier going.  So here he was, waiting for his
daughter to get back from dropping Maeson off at the airport, wondering
what he was stepping into.

   So, he relaxed, enjoying the warm summer day, nursing his beer slowly
until he heard the car door slam in the driveway.  He waited for Kimber to
see the note that he left her on the door.  Asking her to come out back 
-~cause he wanted to talk to her.  When he did hear her coming, he didn
-(TM)t bother turning around, he just smiled pleasantly to the air and said
out loud,  -�Hey Kimber, come sit for a moment please, I want to talk to
you. -�

   As she slowly drove home, her mind hers and hers alone for the first
time in days, Kimber considered her day.  She knew she needed to, well,
practice with his new gift, and do some research.  Perhaps tomorrow she
would make an appointment ...  She realized that his credit card also meant
that if she had to, she could go escape the house and see a movie, or just
hide out in the mall ...  She was afraid that the house would feel strange
without him in it.

   Nearing home, she began to play with herself a bit, in anticipation of
getting home and putting in the naughty tail he had bought her ...  She
squirmed a bit on the seat, imagining what it would be like to be
constantly filled ...  even if the tail was not attached ...  like at
dinner!  That was enough to get her juices flowing, and as she pulled into
the driveway, she was quite ready to continue her,  -~explorations -(TM).

   Seeing the note on the door, she was momentarily peeved, well, more than
momentarily if she was honest about it, but also concerned - this was
rather unusual - was something wrong with her father or her mother?  Her
mind curious, she tossed the keys on the counter.  Glancing up at her room
and her waiting presents with a wistful sigh, she headed out back, spotting
her father lounging back near the pool, nursing a beer.  The warm day made
the water truly inviting, and she strongly considered going for a swim
herself as soon as she found out what he wanted.

    -�Hey papa -� she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead, her blouse
gaping a bit before she adjusted her arm placement.  Settling down near
him, she tugged her skirt down as far as it could go before placing her
behind on the chair.   -�What -(TM)s up ...  this is ...  kinda unusual!?
-�

   Albert couldn -(TM)t help but glanced down his daughter -(TM)s shirt
when she went to sit down, though he didn -(TM)t get excited over it.  It
was just male programing,  -�Hey sweetie, sit with me I want to talk to
you, -� even though it was obvious that was exactly what she was already
doing.  This was just evidence how much he loathed having a conversation
with her about something like this.  The drug conversation, he had handled,
the sex, that had been Terry.  It had just made much more sense to split it
up that way, but this, this was awkward.   -�Honey, I know you are coming
of age and stuff, -� Al might have face palmed if he knew he was going to
say something like that and wished he had actually rehearsed a bit before
talking to Kimber.  So, he sipped his beer and paused, collecting himself,
and tried again.

    -�You know your mom wanted me to talk to you? -� he asked,  -�She
thought I might be able to talk to you a bit more without causing more of a
fuss than it merited. -� Well that second try was better, Al thought, then
continued,  -�She and I have been a bit concerned about the change in your,
-� he paused, gathering a bit of courage and the let loose,  -�your dress,
or your clothing, or, -� he paused again,  -�the lack there of it, make
sense? -�

   Al hoped it did make sense,  -~cause it certainly made him sound like he
was a letch.  Watching his nervous face, Kimber had begun to get really
worried.  What the heck could be so wrong? -(TM) She wondered.  When he
began speaking about  -~coming of age -(TM) she thought he was going senile
...  Mom had already talked to her about all of that ...  what was he
thinking?  She started to say  -�Mom already... -� but stopped as he
continued.  As he stumbled through his  -~speech -(TM) she realized why he
had been acting so oddly.  He was having one of those conversations parents
hated to have, and it had to do with girls and he could not quite  -~handle
-(TM) it.

   At first, she just laughed,  -�My clothes?  I mean ...  this? -� she
asked, innocent like, though she was pretty sure she knew what the issue
was likely to be.  This went back to her mother -(TM)s constant looks of
disapproval.  Kimber had assumed everyone had just gotten  -~over it -(TM).
Her recent piercings must have put her mother over the edge, and rather
than talk to her, Mom had sent her father to do it.

   After a moment, she tried to explain, crafting up a story that might
allow for what they had seen, without giving away the nature of her new
unusual relationship with Maeson.

    -�I guess you guys noticed ...  well, how do I explain ...  It sorta
started right when Maeson came back.  I had been used to the house being
empty after you two went to work, so the next morning, I was walking back
from taking my shower, and my towel was basically just over my shoulders
-�. Kimber motioned her arms up, as if demonstrating, unconsciously drawing
attention to her braless condition.   -�Anyhow, Maeson saw me crossing the
hall, and made some joke about being a nudist now ...  I just hollered back
 -�You know it... -� and I just closed my door laughing. -� Pausing, Kimber
gathered her thoughts before continuing,  -�Nothing else really happened
for a few days, until I was swimming one morning, and Maeson came back from
his run and joined me.  He asked me why I had a suit on, if I was a nudist.
I laughed it off a bit, and made up something about not wanting to offend
anyone ...  Acting as if I really was a nudist, just hiding it.  He then
explained about a friend of his that he went to school with that had grown
up in a nudist family - they were perfectly normal.  Even told me that he
went and visited once ...  and no one batted an eye at him in his shorts
when they all were completely naked, the whole family. -� She looked at her
father, judging his reaction, before adding.   -�After that, I did some
research, not really sure if he was telling the truth ...  I mean, it all
started as a joke, but the more I read ...  the more I wondered. -�

    -�After that, maybe for a week, I could not stop reading about it.  It
-(TM)s not that I was obsessed with the whole idea, natural, being in
nature, no body shame ...  all of that was wonderful.  No, it was how I had
felt when I imagined that I really was one... -� She paused again,
recollecting - almost believing her story now that she had got going on it
...  she was going to have to remember to tell Maeson all the details
tonight/tomorrow in case they ask!   -�I started to not dress until after
my shower, waiting until you guys went to work - that -(TM)s why you did
not see me for breakfast for a week or so.  Anyway ...  it -(TM)s not like
I was hoping he would catch me, but if he didn -(TM)t, it really wasn
-(TM)t anything special.  I kept extending the time until one morning I
went down to the kitchen to get a bite, nervous as all get out.  I was
getting a drink of juice from the fridge when I heard Maeson come up.  He
just smiled, said good morning, and left on some errand.  As if me being
naked in the kitchen was completely normal. -�

   She stopped her story, turning to look directly at her father.   -�That
was what did it.  It wasn -(TM)t the reading, or the trips to the shower,
or anything.  It was when he just said good morning and left.  It was if
something deep inside of me clicked -- it went-- we are all just people ...
and we hide it all, for the sake of some sex hang-ups ...  and we shouldn
-(TM)t ...  it -(TM)s beautiful.  Well, since then, I don -(TM)t think I
-(TM)ve worn clothes except when you guys are home ...  been over a month.
The longer it went, the less I liked  -~dressing -(TM) for you guys, but, I
did not really know how to bring this up with mom, you know how she is! 
So, I guess I compromised, wearing less and less - honestly though, as soon
as you guys leave ...  and if you had not been home right now --- well, let
-(TM)s just say it -(TM)s a good thing you put a note up, or you would have
found out about my new  -~religion -(TM) in a more direct manner... -�

   Albert looked like an owl, eyes wide with the slow blinking of someone
was trying to picture, much less understand what the hell his daughter was
going on about.  In the end he decided that perhaps it really was best that
he was the one having this discussion with Kimber, and it wasn -(TM)t
Terry. Otherwise he was pretty sure by now there would have been arguing.

    -�So, you want to be a nudist? -� Albert paused, blinked a few more
time at his daughter, then took a slow sip of his beer.  Unfortunately, now
he was stuck with the picture of his young daughter running around the
house bare assed naked and it was just ...  wrong.  He didn -(TM)t want to
picture those young breasts bouncing around the house, he didn -(TM)t want
to picture her nice ass running up the stairs.  Sure, his Kimber was
attractive, but this was like walking in on your parents having sex, and
all he could think of was, hell no!

   So he summed it up pretty well, he thought, spouting  -�Seriously
Kimber? -� and followed it up with an insightful,  -�What the fuck? -�

   He and Maeson were so having a word later.

    -�Couldn -(TM)t I have just walked in on you smuggling beer out of my
fridge or something, instead of running around naked with your brother
home? -�

   Albert put his hand to his head and just rubbed his forehead,  -�Tell me
you -(TM)re not going out naked, in public, please?  No one else has seen
you naked, right? -�

   Kimber was pleased that, so far at least, her father had not just gotten
mad, given her an ultimatum and left.  Though he did look more than a bit
bemused, befuddled and bewildered.  Muttering  -~What the fuck -� in front
of her daughter was a good sign that he was losing it a bit, normally he
was more circumspect in his language around her.

   She considered lying to him, telling him that they had gone to the local
nude beach three or four times already, but deciding that him picturing her
naked on a beach was a bit much, at least for today, she wisely passed on
that idea.  Besides, she had a couple other shockers yet, assuming things
went as the thought they would, and it would not be good to give the poor
man a heart attack.

    -�No, not yet, I have not gotten Maeson to take me ...  maybe you
would? -� she said, half joking, just to see his reaction.  Giggling a bit
at his almost apoplectic oath, she said hastily  -�Just messing with you
papa, though if you ever change your mind... -� Her smiling face took some
of the sting out of the teasing.  She was trying to make sure he knew she
was just having fun with his fuddy-duddy reaction.

    -�It -(TM)s not a sex thing ...  its nature ...  you need to relax
about it ...  read up on it if you want ...  There -(TM)s big organizations
and everything ...  I tell you, it feels really good -- I swim every day
now, and I know I do it more often because it just feels better.  And there
-(TM)s a lot less laundry - I have to put things in the hamper just so mom
doesn -(TM)t freak out and accuse me of wearing dirty clothes all the time
-�.

    -�Oh, and don -(TM)t you dare blame Maeson - I do this when he -(TM)s
not here ...  far more often than when he is ...  But he -(TM)s cool, and
does not even make a joke about it ...  and he looks at my eyes ...  guys
at school don -(TM)t even do that when I -(TM)m dressed! -�

   She could sense he was wavering.  Perhaps not ready to condone her
behavior, but definitely moving away from expressly forbidding her to do
it, trying to elicit a promise from her that she would have a hard time
keeping.  She debated about proving it right then and there, and getting in
the pool naked, but she watched and waited for him to work it out in his
head -- she hoped.  If he forbade her, well, she was not sure what she
-(TM)d do.

    -�Well at least you aren -(TM)t out drinking and partying, -� Albert
conceded, though that wasn -(TM)t really the point of the conversation, nor
did it have anything to do with the points that Kimber had made so far.  It
was though, something that probably every parent worried about, if his or
her daughter (or son for that matter) was out there seeking out situations
that could hurt them in their drive to explore life.   -�It -(TM)s just
that -- well being a nudist?  Really Kimber? -� He asked in exasperation. 
-�You -(TM)re ok even thinking about going places where guys, or girls, can
just ogle you how they please?  You -(TM)re ok with your boobs and bits
just hanging out in front of your father and brother? -� Albert gestured
with his beer hand, shaking his head.   -�I just don -(TM)t know, I mean,
-� he continued taking a breath,  -�I don -(TM)t know if I want my little
girl, who isn -(TM)t so little by the way if you haven -(TM)t noticed,
running around in front of me as bare assed as the day she was born. -�

   Albert fell back into silence his eyes on his daughter -(TM)s face. 
Maybe if he had an ugly daughter he might be more ok with it.  He was
grateful that she was a good kid that helped around the house, got good
grades; she was responsible and didn -(TM)t sleep around, no drugs.  BUT he
just didn -(TM)t want to see his daughter that way, and he was afraid that
would happen.  Christ, already his eyes were drawn to her body, and as a
father he didn -(TM)t really want that.  No father wants to see his
daughter that way, right?  Hell, he already felt like shit each time he
caught himself admiring her body.  Heck, that time she came down in the
thin batman shirt with her nipples pressed against the fabric he had to
studiously keep his eyes on the paper.  Sighing he shook his head and said,
 -�Kimbers, I don -(TM)t know.  You realize that makes me uncomfortable
right?, Heck kiddo, call me old fashion, but you -(TM)re a beautiful young
woman, and maybe your brother can look past it and just see his sister, but
me, I see my baby girl running around naked and I -(TM)d probably just see
-~naked -(TM). -�

   Albert really felt like he was losing this battle, and wondered if Terry
maybe shouldn -(TM)t have come in to have this conversation.  Kimber was
acting out in this one way, she didn -(TM)t do anything else.  She was a
good girl, and she was asking for her own self-determination in this one
area.  Was it him who had the hang up?  Should he just get past his
hardwired male mind for procreation and recognize that he didn -(TM)t have
to see his daughter that way?  It was his issue, not hers.  After all, he
saw her naked for years without even noticing a thing at all, right?  After
all, it wasn -(TM)t like he was going to hit on his little girl.  He wasn
-(TM)t going to have sex with her, but jesus, down to brass tacks.  The
last thing he ever wanted, ever, ever, ever was to look over, and get a
hard on when he looked at his daughter.

    -�Oh papa, I don -(TM)t want to upset you, I mean, I do want to do what
makes me happy, but not at the expense of others.  It -(TM)s just, the
longer I -(TM)ve done this, the less hung up about appearance, or body
shape/image I get. -� She motioned towards her body with her hands, then
around at the whole back yard.   -�It just seems so clear to me now, but I
guess it -(TM)s not that easy to accept when it -(TM)s your baby girl... -�
She got up, anxious now, her mind going around in circles a bit.  She did
not want to force anyone to be upset, but she did want them to change, at
least in this area.  Acceptance that the world was not as full of hang-ups
as it was when they were growing up.  Pacing a bit, she added  -�I get that
it -(TM)s different, trust me, I felt it a bit at first - and you -(TM)d be
dead if you did not notice a naked girl in your house, I mean ...  you are
not dead, right? -� she giggled as she walked around to another chair,
sitting back down, nervous, unable to sit still very easily.

    -�I know you just want to protect me, and from your side, you think
going to a nude beach or a club is dangerous -- please, read up on them.  I
mean, yes, they will see me ...  but everyone, young and old, rich and
poor, male and female, would be naked.  It -(TM)s just not the same.  They
prohibit overt sexual activity, and there -(TM)s even suggestions for men
on how to deal with their reactions - which, from what I read, rarely
happen after the first day, and even then, go away rapidly - because... -�
she said, leaning over and looking intently at her father,  -�it is just
not about sex in any way ...  It -(TM)s more about beauty and acceptance of
all people -(TM)s shapes and sizes... -�

   She let him think on that a moment, as she got up, then she told him.  
-�I hope you can learn to just see the beauty and not just the sex in what
I do, I really do.  Unless you had another topic ...  I am going to go take
care of a couple things, and then, well, I -(TM)m going to go swimming
before mom gets home.  You can decide if you want to stay here, or hide out
where you won -(TM)t see me. -�

   With that, she smiled at him, sure that she had given her father enough
information to come to what she hoped was the right decision - but also
knowing it might take a while.  While she can -(TM)t just run around with a
tail hanging out of her, she was one step closer to spending more time as
she had begun to imagine her life.  Naked.  In service.