“You know,” Cynthia said thoughtfully. “If we’re going to keep Antoinette around, she will need to do something to meet her keep.”
“What are you thinking?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at my blonde stepsister.
“Well,” she blushed. “Antoinette can be our, our maid. She can clean and pick up after us.”
“Ooh,” Brigitte cooed. “That sounds delicious. Just perfect for that uptight bitch.”
“Since when has she been a bitch to you, B?” I asked her.
“Since before you, Samuel,” she scowled. “Mother never expected to have more than once child. Sure, she treated us better than you and outside the house we stood together, but Antoinette was always first in Mother’s eyes.”
“And I never knew this?”
“You weren’t supposed to,” Cynthia said softly. “Except when Father was around, Mother forced us to always treat you as an outsider.”
“Wow,” I said.
“Please, Sam,” Brigitte said, taking my hand in hers and kneeling before me, “Can you forgive us? Please, you mean so much to us, especially after today. I know that at least I will feel empty if you left.”
“And me,” Cynthia said, kissing my neck.
“I, I can’t leave two,” I said, after a few minute’s silence.”
“And I was so hopeful,” Candi said, leaning against the doorframe, clad in pale gray sweats. “I, I don’t know how you’ve changed things, but I don’t like it. I want you to leave us, to leave me! Alone. Yet something tell’s me you won’t.”
“True,” I scowled at the blonde bitch, the horror that could have been a mother to me. “That ‘something’ is me. This is my home, until I say otherwise and you will not be able to convince me otherwise. I am the Master of this house and you will address me properly from now on.
“Now, I told you could dress comfortably, but that ends. Strip out of those rags now!”
“In front of my own daughters?” she screeched. “You sick bastard!”
“They are no longer you daughters,” I commanded. “They are Mistress Brigitte and Mistress Cynthia. You will obey them as you will obey me, so long as they don’t contradict my commands. I am First in this household and they are Second. Now, strip!”
Her face twisted in fear, my stepmother quickly ripped the gray sweats away and stood before me naked as the day she was born, the aroma of her excited sex filling the kitchen.
“Now bitch,” I growled. “As Antoinette shall be the maid, you shall be cook. You will prepare all meals properly, no matter what is asked for. Failure to do so and you will be punished.”
She nodded slowly, shivering beneath my heavy gaze.
“Brigitte asked for grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for dinner. Before you start, I have something for you.” I whispered into Cynthia’s ear and she slipped off my lap, walking into the family room.
“When I tell you to present yourself,” I continued. “You will bend over and grasp your buttocks, pulling them apart. Now, present!”
Grimacing, she bent over as ordered unable to see Cynthia return with one of the bags from the adult establishment. From the bag I removed a butt plug with a built-in vibrator and a small bottle. I opened the bottle, lifting the lid and the attached brush. Quickly, I covered the vibrator with the clear, viscous substance.
“I don’t want to hear a sound,” I growled at the bent over bitch. She whimpered softly and I shoved the butt plug into place. A muffled squeal escaped her lips.
“How’s that feel?”
“Not, not too bad,” she said from the floor.
“Well,” I grinned. “It’s going to get worse. I lubed the vibrator with warming oil. It’ll heat up as you move, and even more whenever I turn the vibrator on with the remote. It won’t hurt too much, but it will drive you up the wall as your arousal increases with the matching pain.”
Candi moaned.
“Now move, bitch!” I slapped her quivering ass. “I want dinner ready as soon as I’m done showering.” My stepmother quickly stood up, awkwardly shuffling to the refrigerator with the stiff protrusion buried in her bum.
“I’m going to head upstairs,” I told my stepsisters. “I need to clean up and get some relief. Cynthia, see if the Tramp is done. She has more work to do.” |