Brother and sister didn't waste any time, once they'd reached her room. As Alan lay down on his sister's bed, he asked, "So, what do you want to do?" He looked around the room until he saw something on a high shelf. Pointing at it, he joked, "I say we play Parcheesi."
Katherine idly tapped a finger to her lips while slowly pacing around her room, as if considering his imminent demise. "Hmmm. Should I let you live, my Big Cell Phone Tower Brother?"
She tapped a finger to her lips, as if considering. "Hmmm, I think I might. For some reason I'm feeling generous tonight." Giggling, she then dove between his legs and started nibbling on his cockhead.
"Another blowjob? Sis, I'm kind of blowjobbed out. I mean, all I do is lie around enjoying the endless erotic thrill, while you do all the work. You have no idea how much royal treatment Alan Junior has gotten today. It's absurd." Boy, I never thought I'd say anything like that.
Totally undeterred, she thought, Exactly! That's how it should be! That's what The Pact is all about. I revel in the unfairness. That's part of the joy of slave life. Unfortunately, my stubborn-headed, doofy brother still doesn't get it. I'll have to give him some excuse. She said as she licked, "Yeah, but I need to get the feller hard again so we can have some fun."
Alan's dick had started to droop as they'd moved from Susan's room to Katherine's, but it was once again standing at full mast. He started to say, "Um..."
"Yeah, I know, I know, it's hard already. Just let me enjoy this for a couple of minutes, okay? Besides, this isn't just any blowjob coming up. You'll see." She looked up at him and winked.
So he stretched out and put his hands behind his head, ready to see what she would come up with.
She whirled her tongue around and around his cockhead as she warmed up to her task. Then she engulfed the head and started bobbing up and down on it. She stared at it intently, showing great concentration to the task at hand.
After a minute or two of blissful bobbing passed, the phone rang. He asked, "Who'd be calling at this hour?"
Katherine happened to have just switched to licking her way all around his sweet spot, his frenulum, so she was more or less able to talk. She muttered with annoyance, "That's probably Heather. She's only called, like, a bazillion times tonight."
"She did? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Katherine somehow managed to shrug while continuing to passionately lick, and also stroke with her fingers. "I dunno... Yummy distractions."
He rolled his eyes at that, but he had to act fast to answer the phone before the answering machine picked up the call. Luckily, there was a receiver right next to the bed, within his easy reach.
Locked away in her house, Heather was grinding her teeth, waiting for someone, anyone, over at the Plummer house to pick up the phone. She knew that at the fourth ring, the answering machine would pick up. Damn you, Alan Plummer, answer the goddamn phone already!
The fourth ring never came. Instead, she heard the sound of the receiver being picked up, followed by what seemed to be the creak of a bed and the crumpling of a pillow as someone leaned back onto it.
Oh my God! Is it Sir?! Is he in bed? Is he naked? It took her only an instant to reach the next thought. Is he hard?!
Over the phone she heard a sigh before a tired but decidedly male voice asked, "Hi. Who is it?"
The sound of Alan's voice brought Heather flashbacks of seeing him standing gloriously nude in her bedroom yesterday, his skin glowing in the morning sunlight that had been streaming in through her window.
Momentarily tongue-tied by the memory of seeing him, Heather wasn't as smooth as she'd intended to be. "Uh, hi. Alan. You're finally, uh, home. Again."
"So I'm told," Alan replied lazily, "and after everything that's gone on today, I'm trying to relax." Normally, at this point he would have barked at her and complained that she didn't call him "Sir," but he wasn't feeling up to it.
"Oh good, because I've been calling and calling, but you were never home! I mean, I was kinda, you know, worried, a little, that you might not be okay."
He was puzzled by that. "Okay?" What does she mean? It was only a couple of hours ago when she called me and asked the same thing then too, except I kinda blew her off then and didn't really give her an answer... Oh, she must be talking about how I'm supposed to be injured from the fight. That's funny, because I don't feel injured. Even though I'm bruised here and there, I don't feel any pain, thanks to all the sexual pleasure. It's like lighting a match to create a new smell that overpowers some nasty smell. Blowjobs work way better than pain pills! He snickered to himself.
He spoke plainly. "Heather."
"Yes? Sir?"
"What are you wearing?"
"Wearing?" She looked down at the blue sweatpants and plain white shirt she had on, and felt embarrassed. "Um, nothing special. I've been doing nothing but hang out in my room most of the day, since my dad won't let me go anywhere. It's so frus-"
He cut her off. "So you ARE wearing clothes?"
"Sure. I do sleep in the nude, of course, but I haven't-"
He interrupted her again. "Heather! Listen to me. Whenever you're getting ready to call me, you WILL get completely naked, except for high heels, before you even think about picking up the phone. Is that clear?"
"Um... why...? I mean, I'll do it, but-"
"Good. And if I call you, I obviously can't expect you to be naked already, but you will start stripping as soon as you hear my voice."
There was a lengthy pause before Heather's voice came back on the line. "Um, that's kinda impractical, to say the least. What if I'm at the mall, or some place like that, when you call?"
"Not my problem," he said dismissively, as if bored by the question. "Now, I expect you to strip. I don't mind holding."
There was another long pause. Finally, Heather said, "You can't be serious." She had no objection to getting naked, per se, but she was outraged at Alan's audacity in unilaterally imposing such a condition on her.
"This SIR is very serious." He emphasized the "sir" to finally remind her that she'd mostly been forgetting to call him that.
She was surprised at how chastened she felt. Oh, shit! I've been disrespecting him! Still, she couldn't help but ask, "But why? Sir? I mean, it's not like you can see me."
He said testily, "I'm waiting..."
There was another long pause. Heather was extremely frustrated. She was contemplating whether she should obey his orders or just pretend to. This is a good time for me to assert at least a little bit of defiance. After all, how is he going to know? But then again, maybe he has something special and sexy planned. Besides, chances are I'm going to get pretty hot and bothered and it would be good to be naked for that.
Finally, she said, grudgingly, "This will take a couple of minutes."
"I can wait." He smirked and patted Katherine's bobbing head.
"Okay." Heather dropped the phone receiver onto her bed.
Standing up, she quickly shucked her shorts off, and then pulled her shirt over her head. Since she wasn't wearing underwear, she would have been back on the phone in a matter of seconds, but she was barefoot and so she had to go find a nice pair of high heels to wear.
She had to admit to herself that it felt pretty good to get naked. And while she didn't consicously realize it, she also felt satisfication from obeying her "Sir."
Alan took the phone receiver from his ear and sighed heavily. Dealing with Heather is so mentally exhausting. I'm not really feeling up for it right now. I wish I could just lie here and enjoy Sis's great blowjob. But I've dealt with pretty much all the women in my life since the fight except Heather, and I can't neglect her, since she's such a loose cannon.
He grinned. Besides, I kinda like her. A lot, in fact. It's weird. She's always pissing me off, but, well, she keeps me on my toes, to say the least, and I kinda like that challenge.
I wish I could just deal with her like one normal person to another. But if I were to do that, she'd eat me alive. I've gotta psych myself up for Sir Mode, and fast.
He had only ordered her to strip in order to buy some time, but he decided it would actually make a nice new rule for future phone callls.
He chuckled to himself as he pictured the look on Heather's face if he called her while she was shopping at the mall with her friends and she was "forced" to start stripping right then and there.
Katherine was happily licking her way around and around her brother's cockhead. She looked up to his face quizzically when he chuckled, but she saw his eyes were closed and he looked to be deep in thought. She made a mental note to ask him what had struck him as funny as soon as the call was over and it was safe for her to talk again. She returned her attention to slurping her way all over his stiff pole.
Unfortunately, while Alan waited for Heather to finish stripping, he thought, It's just not happening; I can't fully psych myself up. "Bad Alan" seems to be on leave tonight. Maybe I'm too wiped out from the fight and everything after, or maybe I just can't get pissed off enough with Sis doing her magic tongue work. But why should I have to act like I'm a drill sergeant every single time I'm around Heather, anyways? I need to maintain my control over her; that's a given, or she'll wipe the floor with me. But I'm gonna try an experiment here. Maybe I can treat her with more of a velvet glove than an iron fist. I wish we could just be friends some day. Is that too much to ask?
While he tried to prepare himself mentally to deal with her, Heather was standing in front of her closet, quickly trying to decide which pair of heels to wear. As she tried to decide, she thought, He must be NUTS! Why do I have to take my clothes off, simply because I'm talking to him on the phone?! Why shouldn't HE take HIS clothes off instead? And this thing about high heels is ridiculous. Doesn't he know who he's talking to? I'm practically the Homecoming Queen already! I'll be damned if I'm going to listen to him order ME around!
She looked at her collection of heels. She was trying to decide between a red pair and a black pair, since she'd heard from Amy that he preferred those colors when it came to women's heels. (She'd been pumping Amy for information about Alan's likes and dislikes lately, especially his sexual tastes.) But then a realization came over her. HE'S nuts? Fuck! I'm the one who's nuts! What difference does it make which pair I choose, when he can't see me anyway?!
As an act of defiance (a very, very minor act), she picked out a dark green pair instead. But there she was, already sitting naked on her bed, obediently strapping her high heels on. She didn't fully consciously realize it, but being ordered to strip and put on high heels in order to talk to him was making her horny. VERY horny. And she'd only considered heels a necessary evil until now, but having to wear them was arousing her even more.
Once she was otherwise fully naked, she stood up and tested walking around in her heels. And that thing about having to strip if he calls ME! As IF! No way am I going to do that. I mean, just imagine if I'm hanging out at the mall with Simone and some of the Blondies, and he calls me. Like I'm just gonna stand up in the middle of Lou's Diner and pull my shirt over my head! Give me a fuckin' break!
A wave of desire suddenly hit her so hard that she was forced to sit back on the bed. Without thinking, she brought one hand to her nipple, and another to her pussy. Gaawwwd! It sure would be hot, though! I'd tell my friends, "Sorry, my Sir is calling, and you know what that means." Hee! My big bare breasts bouncing in the air, strangers screaming, babies crying in confusion. And even though my friends have been through this routine every time he's called me, they'd still stare in complete shock, 'cos he's never called me at the mall before!
And then, when I'd pull down my tight little miniskirt and toss it aside, exposing my shaved pussy for the whole world to see, there would be complete bedlam! A riot! Even the Blondies would back away, horrified. But I'd just stand there, proudly showing off my nude body! But why should I care what happens? It's not like the security guards will do anything. I'm Heather fucking Morgan!
Then I'd pick my phone back up and calmly tell my Sir, "Everyone can see me, Sir, but only you can touch!" Hell, now that I think about it, I'm almost starting to wish he'd call me at the mall sometime! Hee!
Gaawwwd, that would be so fuckin' HOT! Standing there in nothing but high heels, just like Sir likes, my pussy gushing and throbbing, nipples tingling, ready to bend over so his fat cock can slide deep into my ass...
Only he's not there. Worse, he's not HERE! She pounded her fist against the bed. DAMMIT! How does he do this to me?! I'm so fucking horny now! It's not fair!
"Aaaaah..." she sighed with at least some relief as she pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy.
That's a bit better. But Sir's got a lot of fucking gall, thinking he can boss ME around like that. This calls for revenge! I mean, he's getting seriously out of hand. First, he's telling me what I can and can't wear, and making special rules for Fridays.
She sighed happily as she thought about walking around school in a short miniskirt and no panties on a Friday, just like she'd been "ordered" to do. She remembered it was a Friday, and actually felt a bit sad that there was no school, because she couldn't dress up according to his code.
And then he forces me to call him "Sir," which I actually kind of like, but still. It's the point of the thing. I should be telling HIM the rules. Then he says that whenever I see him, I have to bend over at an obscene angle and show him my ass, even in public! Just so he can ogle my ass and my dangling tits. What cheek. Just who the fuck does he think he is, making up a totally sexy rule like that?
I mean, a totally, uh, annoying rule.
I can just picture him checking out how tight my miniskirt is as it rides up my ass when I bend over, stretching as it tries to keep my buns contained. That's kinda hot, actually.
She found herself panting harder as she thrust her fingers deeper inside her needy gash. Another similar fantasy formed in her mind, except now she was at school. "Simone, shield me! Alan wants me to pull my skirt up, so he can run his hands all over my ass cheeks, and slip a big thumb up my butt! Don't let the others see! ... He's such a fuckin' bastard! Doesn't he know I don't wear panties on Fridays? Does he want everyone in the hallway to see him play with my naked ass?!"
In her fantasy, Alan simply lifted her red leather miniskirt and plunged his index finger deep into her asshole. "NO! Sir, I said NO! You go too far this time! Take me to a closet and fuck me if you must, but you can't just play with my ass like this in public! You're embarrassing meeeee! And Simone, why are you just standing there laughing? Do something!"
However, for all her complaining, she simply remained there, lewdly bent over, letting him have his way with her. In fact, she was even bringing a hand to her pussy so that she could start to play with herself while he plunged and twisted his finger deeper into her asshole. Strangely, the other students in the hallway were looking at her exposed ass a bit oddly and giving the two of them a wide berth, but otherwise continuing their business as usual. It was as if they were quite used to seeing Alan and Heather doing this already.
Heather grinned from ear to ear, imagining that to be a near daily occurrence at school. If I was his official girlfriend, that WOULD happen every day! Aaaah... In a better world...
But then she snapped out of her erotic fugue and her anger at Alan returned. See the kind of shit he's always trying to pull? It's his fault for putting all these fantasies in my head. And now this new rule! He IS a fuckin' bastard. I don't have to stand for this kind of bullshit!
Doesn't Sir understand that I'M the one in charge around here?! I'm only humoring him with his strange demands 'cos it gets me hot. Gaawwwd, does it get me hot! Her fingers were rapidly flying in and out of her juicy slit.
Suddenly, her eyes went wide. SHIT! He's still waiting on the phone! Oh fuck! How long have I been sitting here, fucking myself while my Sir just waits? I hope he's not mad at me.
She took some deep breaths, trying to calm down. She sat cross-legged on her bed, looking like she was about to start meditating. I must be mental, sitting here like this, like some kind of kinky nude Buddha. He can't even see me, for Chrissakes! But still, I've gotta admit that it's kinda hot. I really should trick him and secretly deny his orders, but not right now. Maybe next time.
Then she switched to the speaker phone and reactivated the line.