Susie's Response 2

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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[Tuesday]

I glad my Cousin Michelle is a tall girl. It made it easy to pick her out of the crowd of people walking down the concourse towards the exit to baggage claim from the secure area. Michelle’s full name is Michelle Denise O’Brien. Lately, she’s taken to going by her initials, “MD.”

We were still 100 yards apart when we started waving at each other.

Finally she was out of the secure area. I ran to her and wrapped my arms around her. She embraced me equally as tight. We pulled apart slightly and kissed each other. At any other time it would have been a cousinly kiss to say hello.

I couldn’t tell if it had more meaning for her. I certainly had a meaning for me. I felt that tingly feeling I got when ordering my brother around.

I broke the kiss before we made a spectacle of ourselves, “Michelle, I’m so glad you are here. We have so much to do!”

“I know. I can’t wait to see what you’ve done with Steven.”

I took her by the hand and led her to my mom and brother.

Mom and Michelle hugged. Even Steven hugged her.

“Take Michelle’s bag,” mom said.

It was a bright pink bag with a Hello Kitty logo on it. Steven looked silly carrying it, but ever since he’s been on Puericil, he does everything mom tells him without question. The best thing is that he does everything I tell him without question too.

“I’m thirsty,” Michelle said, “Can we stop off and get something to drink?”

“Steven, be a dear and get MD and mom and me something to drink,” I said.

“Yes, Miss Susie,” was the response. He went off towards one of the shops still toting Michelle’s Hello Kitty bag.

“Miss Susie?” Michelle asked.

“Well, we’ve been working on Stephen’s politeness. There are other things we’ve been working on too, but those will have to wait until we get at home.”

Steven returned with bottles of water for the three of us. He bowed slightly as he presented them to us.

The four of us proceeded to the baggage claim area. On the way, Stephen suddenly took off and the next thing we see is that he’s helping some woman with her baby stroller on the escalator.

The old Steven wouldn’t have even noticed; he looked at girls evaluating their boobs or buns or whatever physical characteristic turns him on. Now he sees women and girls differently he’s looking to see if they need any help and if he has an opportunity to serve them. I’m sure he still gets turned on by how they look as well, but that just kicks off the awe and respect reflex caused by the Puericil.

We waited at the carousal for Michelle’s luggage. It was a large piece holding the full 50 pounds I am sure. My brother wrestled it off and we were on our way to the curb. It was a nice day, so we decided to wait outside.

Mom said, “Stephen, bring the car around. Susie, give him the keys.”

“You have your brother’s car keys?” my cousin asked.

I fished them out of my purse and held them up and showed her. She looked at them and said, “so?”

I held them up by the big key, so the little key dangled down from the ring. She still didn’t get it. So I cupped my hand to her ear and whispered, “That’s the key to his chastity belt. We just got it yesterday.”

Michelle covered her face with her fingers and yelled out “Oh my GOD!”

“I’ll show you when we get home. We have so much to catch up on. There’s too many people here: even my mom.”

“Doesn’t your mom know?”

I pulled Michelle over to a more or less private corner. “Of course she does; she’s the one who bought Steven’s chastity device even. But as Dr. Miller recommends in her book, she’s keeping her distance from the day-to-day discipline of my brother.

She occasionally comes across something going on and it’s embarrassing. She’s nice enough to look the other way. Mostly I’m discrete and don’t flaunt it in her face and she respects my privacy.

As much as I’d like to have 24/7 control over my brother, it’s pretty much limited to convenient times. I don’t have him walking about naked all over the house all the time. It’s pretty much limited to my room or his or when mom is out of the house.

She knows what’s going on, but she just doesn’t want to see it. ‘This is your show, Susie. I’ll only butt in if you ask me.’ she told me.

So let’s not talk about it in front of her, I don’t want to make it hard on her to try to ignore what we’re saying. Also I like to keep things secret from Steven until the last moment.”

“OK.”

“We’ll be staying together in my room. We’ll have plenty of time to talk all night.”

Stephen pulled the car up and loaded the baggage in the back.

“I’ll drive home,” mom said. “Give Susie your keys.” I took them and made a show of putting them in my purse.

We got some strange looks from some passers-by, and a fit of giggling from Michelle, but we were on our way. Stephen even got the rare opportunity to ride “shotgun” since I wanted to sit next to Michelle. Normally he rode silently in the back while I sat up front and chatted with mom.

We stopped at a restaurant on the way back. It has nice food, but you have to pick your order up when they call your name. It’s sometimes noisy and difficult to hear, so one syllable names like “Joan” often get lost. Mom often uses my name because it stands out from the noise.

This time she added a bit of mischief of her own. She put the order under “Susie’s Brother.” You can’t miss that!

We found a nice table and sent Stephen to fetch our drinks. When “Susie’s Brother” was summoned, we sent him to retrieve our orders. Since there were four of us, he had to make two trips. Michelle offered to help, but I told her, “Let Stephen do it. He wants to do it, don’t you?”

He simply replied, “Yes, Miss Susie.”

Michelle giggled at that and said to me. “Do you think you can get him to call me Miss Michelle?”

“He will. Oh, he most definitely will.”

“I don’t want him to call me MD. Only my friends can do that.”

We ate. We talked. Besides the things we planned to do with my brother, there were also other things to do during the summer: a shopping trip or two, the pool and I had a couple of friends who were planning birthday sleepovers or other parties during the summer.

Stephen bussed the table clean and we drove home.

“Take Miss Michelle’s luggage to my room,” I ordered. My brother obediently trudged with the suitcase and Hello Kitty bag from car to house and up the steps to my room.

It was a bit tight in there. We had moved my brother’s bed in and he was sleeping on a futon on the floor of his room. We had also commandeered his nightstand so Michelle would have a place for some of her clothes. The plans were for her suitcase to occupy the empty space in his room.

As much as I wanted to show Michelle everything about Steven, she was still my cousin and I hadn’t seen her in a while. She was also mom’s niece and she hadn’t seen her either. So there was a lot of family business to cover.

We sat in the living room chatting as only girls (even older girls like mom) can do while Steven sat there silently with nothing to add to the conversation. Mom dispatched him once to get Michelle and me some milk and cookies.

“It’s late,” mom explained, “and I don’t want you girls going off to bed with an empty stomach. A light snack should calm you down.”

Michelle and I went up to my room and got changed for bed. Stephen stayed downstairs. It was a new rule while Michelle was here that Steven would stay off the top floor in the evening when we girls were getting ready for bed and in the morning when we got up.

With just me and mom, we could sort of work out a schedule and managed to stay out of each other’s way. However, with Michelle here, it was getting crowded with girls, so my brother got to stay downstairs during these critical times to assure our privacy.

The rule also assures that we had unrestricted access to the bathroom. Girls need bathrooms more than boys at bed time.

We got in our pajamas and called down, “Mom, we’re done.”

It was only then that we heard my brother coming up the steps.

“So what do you want to do tomorrow?” Michelle asked.

“Well, I thought you would like to help me scrapbook some pictures I have of my brother.”

“What kind of pictures?”

“Let me show you.” I booted up my computer. Mom heard the sound. “Girls, no computer,” she shouted from the hall. “It’s late. You’ll have time for that tomorrow and all summer long.”

“OK mom,” I said. I was a bit disappointed but mom was right, we did have all summer long.

“Come on,” I said grabbing Michelle’s hand and pulling her off the bed, “Let’s say good night to Stephen.”

We opened our bedroom door and walked down to Stephen’s room. The door was open. “Ever since mom caught him masturbating, Steven is required to keep his bedroom door open at all times. The same holds true for the bathroom. Mom stopped short of having one of us supervise him when he goes in there.

I used to watch, but it’s really not that much fun anymore. You’re welcome to watch him if you want. But with his chastity device on, there is nothing to see. He has to sit down to do anything.”

We got to Stephen’s room and I closed the door behind us. Stephen knew what that meant. Mom knew what that meant. A closed door meant she should not interrupt. Closing the door switched my role from kid sister to dominatrix.

I like the sound of that word: dominatrix. I don’t have a black leather bustier or hip-high, stiletto heeled boots like some of the women in the pictures I got to see, but for me it isn’t what I wear, but how I feel.

“Take off your pajamas,” I ordered. My brother didn’t even hesitate. He took them off as calmly as he did his shorts when he disrobed at the pool. Then he revealed a bathing suit. Now he was revealing all.

Michelle’s eyes grew wide. I had sent her some pictures, but this was a real live teenaged boy exposing his naked flesh right in front of her. Dr. Miller recommends that girls start of slow and build up. Since this was Michelle’s first time, I decided that CFNM was a good way to start.

“Show Michelle your new toy,” I commanded.

Stephen stood in front of us, legs spread apart to reveal the chastity device. It was a newer model that was shaped like those I’ve seen in metal or plastic, but this was made from silicone rubber and was bright, sissy pink.

I laughed as I pointed to it. “It looks nice. It keeps my toy protected and ready to play with when I want. We’ll take it off tomorrow morning. I don’t trust him overnight without it on.”

Michelle bent down to look at it.

“Go ahead, you can touch it. There’s nothing he can do about it.”

She hesitantly took it in her fingers and lifted it and moved it from side to side inspecting it closely.

“How did you get it in there?” she asked.

“It wasn’t easy. I had to have him ‘beat down’ his erection if you know what I mean. I’m going to have to come up with another way of making it soft. Dr. Miller has some recommendations in her book.”

I stepped up and stood on my toes to give my brother a kiss on his cheek. “Good night, big brother,” I told him. Michelle did the same.

“OK, you can get dressed again,” I said as we were leaving. “Make sure you leave the door open when you’re finished.”

Michelle and I giggled our way down the hallway. From mom’s bedroom I could hear her say, “Girls! Will you please keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“I’m sorry, mom. Good night.”

“Me too, Aunt Joan.”

We got to our bedroom and closed the door behind us. “Now, how about our goodnight kiss?”

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“I’m not sure of this.”

“Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Well, there was Jason Becker, but that was a couple of years ago, and it was a dare. There was nothing romantic about it. Both of us wiped our mouths off on our sleeves afterwards. We were kind of embarrassed at the time, but you can’t back down on a dare. Now we laugh about it.”

I took a step towards my cousin and she backed away slowly until her back was against the wall. To tell the truth, I was scared too, but this was something burning inside me since reading Dr. Miller’s book. I had to know what it was like.

“Well, you’re better off than I am. I’ve never kissed anybody ‘that way’ boy or girl. Let’s try it and see.”

I pressed into her gently. She didn’t resist. I closed my eyes and turned my head a bit. Our lips met. At first she had them hard and puckered, but after a few seconds of warmth from my lips they melted and softened.

I held the kiss for a moment enjoying the sensation. The soft wetness of her lips against mine was kindling a fire within me. With my eyes closed, I pictured how pretty, pink and full her lips were.

If I had a doubt about her reaction, it was removed as she took her arms which had been up between us in a defensive posture and circled them around my body. She pulled me tighter towards her.

I responded by wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her head closer to mine.

I put my tongue out and traced the tip of it over the seam of her lips. She was content to mimic whatever I was doing to her and responded by doing it to me. Every now and then our tongues met – just the tips – and it was electrifying. It was the first taste I had of her, and it was sweet. How much more of this girl was there to explore!

We stood there in an embrace punctuated by our soft breathing. I’ve always enjoyed hugs: the feeling of another soft body pressing against mine but this time it was different. There was a girl on the other side of that hug and I regretted the few layers of cloth that separated us from skin-to-skin contact.

I could feel the sexual energy radiating from her. Her femininity flowed from her enveloping me and strengthening my own. Singly, we were girls. Together, like this, we were GIRL with a capital “G.”

This was a new universe for me. I always felt good about myself and my body. There was a part of me that always enjoyed being a girl. There was another part of being a girl that recently awoke when I started dominating my brother. Dominating my brother exacerbated the differences between girls and boys. It defined me in a way I never comprehended before - as a superior being: a member of a superior gender.

But this was something else. It was a whole new dimension of female being. This wasn’t about me, the girl or even me, a member of the dominant half of humanity. It’s about me sharing my femininity with another girl, and by extension: all girls. It’s a community of the feminine spirit. It’s something boys could never understand. Some of the chapters in Dr. Miller’s book were beginning to make sense to me.

I’m not sure how long we stood there kissing each other, but the fempower surging through my body was draining it and making it weak. My heart was both fluttering and pounding. My mind was in a haze and I was finding it difficult to stand. I wanted to take it further. I knew I would take it further, but now was not the time. It was too overwhelming.

Besides I wanted to stop and smell every rose along the path we were traveling. I wanted to relish each special moment with Michelle. Our first kiss was one of them. I was sure that there would be more passionate, hotter kisses in our future, but none of them would be the first.

Now I know what Dr. Miller meant when she said that boys take the 8-lane interstate highway to sexual satisfaction; girls enjoy the scenic route. Poor boys; they don’t know what they are missing.

With great reluctance I broke the kiss and the embrace. It was like the flash, bang and puff of smoke when a magician does a trick. The mood changed almost instantly and there was a great sense of loss.

However there was also a gentle warmth that occupied every fiber of my body: the afterglow of the fire we started at the beginning of the kiss, whose flames we fanned as we held the kiss and each other. We had to do this again … and more. My only regret was summer wouldn’t last forever.

We got in our beds and said goodnight to each other. I turned out the light. It felt lonely in my bed without Michelle. I missed the softness of her body and the sweet tenderness of her lips. In my mind were the lyrics of a song: “I kissed a girl and I liked it … Us girls we are so magical, soft skin, red lips, so kissable. Hard to resist, so touchable. Too good to deny it.”

As these words swirled around in my mind, my hands wandered to my now wet crotch. Judging from the breathing and the sighs coming from across the room, Michelle was enjoying the same kind of pleasure.

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