Susie's Response 3

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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[Wednesday]

I awoke with a warm splash of sunshine on my face. I looked over at Michelle. She was still sleeping with a peaceful, calm look on her face. She looked like an innocent, young girl. I wanted so much to kiss her on the lips again. Instead a gentle peck on her cheek was enough. It wasn’t the passionate flames of last night, but there was a spark and it felt good.

I thought, “The day belongs to domination! (of my brother), the night belongs to us girls.”

It was almost 8 AM. My brother was required to get up at 6 AM so he could get breakfast ready for the household. Mom was already dressed and ready to go to work. We skipped downstairs to see her off.

“I’m glad to see you girls are up. Stephen is still in the kitchen cleaning up. He’ll take your orders for breakfast. Be easy on him today. I want him to clean the bathrooms and vacuum all the rugs and he’ll probably need all morning to do that.

You can have him after lunch. I left him some money to get gas so he can take you anywhere you want to go. I should be home shortly after 6.”

Mom gave each of us a kiss and was off.

We walked into the kitchen where Stephen was waiting for us.

“Good morning,” we said to him.

“Good morning Miss Michelle, good morning Miss Susie,” he replied.

“I’ll have scrambled eggs and bacon,” I said, placing my order for breakfast. “What do you want, MD?”

“I’ll just have some toast and maybe some fruit.”

I looked at my brother. “Mom’s gone. Get naked.”

Once again, he stripped for us. He seemed to be in a bit of pain.

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s tight.”

“Aww. Is looking at your sexy sister and your cousin in our pajamas giving you a hard-on?”

He just nodded. I tucked this piece of information away. It could come in handy later.

“I tell you what. I’ll be a nice little kid sister and unlock you. Michelle hasn’t seen the whole thing yet.”

I got my purse, took out the key and unlocked the device. Once free of its imprisonment, his penis inflated rapidly.

“You better be careful with that. The bacon grease is hot and it splatters. You better wear an apron.” I giggled.

Michelle just sat there with a broad smile on her face enjoying the whole show.

The apron covered the front – tented out as it was, but it did nothing to hide his cute buns. I’ll never get tired of watching them wiggle and contract as he does housework.

Stephen hung up the apron and joined us for breakfast, “Mom suggested I wait for you girls to have my own breakfast.” We sat and enjoyed it, but Stephen was up and down several times to get us napkins, juice, coffee and whatever else we could think of.

Seeing my brother in his birthday suit was exciting enough, but it excited me even more to picture how this tableau must look “from the outside:” two pre-teen girls lounging around in their pajamas enjoying a leisurely breakfast while a naked 16-year-old boy hustles to wait on them. Every household should have a boy-slave.

Stephen already had the table cleared and was starting on the dishes when Michelle and I decided to get dressed.

I took my shower first, but delayed getting dressed until Michelle got back to our room. I wanted her to see my body and I wanted to see hers. We got a good look at each other and giggled.

“What are you going to wear?” she asked.

“Remember what my brother said about being tight?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m going to wear whatever it takes to give him a hard-on.”

“Good idea. I got some really tight shorts. I don’t know why I packed them. Mom won’t let me wear them.”

“Well, your mom’s not here and neither is mine. We’ll change to something parentally acceptable before she gets back.”

I settled for the absolute minimum: tube top, panties, shorts that barely covered the panties and flip-flops. Michelle was dressed similarly.

We spent time fixing each others’ hair. We weren’t planning on going anywhere special, but we wanted something better than a pullback ponytail.

Although we were dressed to tease boys, I couldn’t help but appreciate how good Michelle looked in her outfit. I wondered how she’d looked dressed more femininely. Perhaps we’ll come up with an excuse to dress up at some other time.

I heard the vacuum going downstairs. Stephen was beginning his household chores. I suggested to Michelle that we go out into the backyard and catch some sun.

I stopped my brother on the way out. “We’re done upstairs. You can make our beds, dust the furniture and clean the bathroom. I’m afraid Michelle and I made a mess in there. You’ll need fresh towels.”

Adding a few extra chores to my brother’s list didn’t bother me. He knows it pleases me to order him around, and judging by his erection he likes it.

“Wow,” Michelle said when we got outside. “This is fan-fucking-tastic! I always thought having a brother would be a hassle. This really makes me wish I had one now.”

“Steven has always been a good brother – most of the time. He used to tease me, and he was kind of lazy when it came to cleaning up after himself. But he never was rude or mean.

However, since mom has him on the pills, he’s been the perfect gentleman. He always picks up after himself and is exceptionally polite. I think he’s said more ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’ since he’s been on the pills than in all the 16 years up to this point.

The pills are nice, but they just set the stage. All of it would mean nothing if I didn’t assert my dominance. I’m sure glad I woke up to the power I have simply by being a girl. Every girl has this power and every girl should use it.

It sure transformed my brother. It’s not like I’m forcing him to be submissive; he wants to be submissive. This is the secret desire of a lot of boys and once they admit it, they’re a lot happier. Steven needs to be dominated. It’s for his own good.

It’s like he lives to please mom and me. It’s wonderful. We don’t have to nag, and quite often we don’t even have to ask. He’s very proactive in trying to anticipate our needs.

He surprised me one morning by polishing my school shoes. He has been doing it ever since, at least until the last day of school.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with the perfect male.”

“Neither do I, completely. I’m just getting started myself. That’s why I want to go back through Dr. Miller’s book. She has a lot of good ideas in there. That’s why I’m glad you’re here so we can learn together. It’s important that we girls support each other.”

“Can we see him jerk off and cum?”

“Of course we can. He used to do it a lot, but that was before mom put him on the pill. Now he waits to do it for one of us. Mom and I watched him do it together once. I think she was curious about how boys do it. But she doesn’t want to see him do it all the time, so she asked me to manage that part of his discipline.

That’s when I suggested the chastity device. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t really need it. I think he’s over masturbating to satisfy himself and needs me there to watch him do it to make it worth his while. However, he is a boy and as Dr. Miller says, ‘Boys are weak.’

Besides, the device is a constant, physical reminder of who is in charge of his penis.

Dr. Miller says that teenaged boys are capable of doing it several times a day, but recommends a more stringent schedule: once every couple of days or once a week. How often isn’t as important as how. It’s extremely important that the boy always be under female control when he does it. The point is that a boy’s penis and his erection is for a girl’s enjoyment, not his own. The Puericil helps.”

“So are you going to make him do it today?”

“Boy, you sure are impatient.”

“Well, you’ve seen him do it and I haven’t. It’s not fair.”

“OK, OK. He did it the day before yesterday, but I’ll make him do it again today. But we’ll do it at the end of the day. I want him good and horny when he’s locked up later on.”

Michelle and I enjoyed lounging in the sunshine next to the pool. After all, we’re still girls and like girl things like reading the latest gossip in magazines and listening to music and talking about boys in general, not just for the purposes as having them as pets.

About 11 o’clock we had enough sun and went inside. My naked brother was still tidying things up.

“How about some lunch?” I asked. I giggled to myself. A couple of months ago, the response would have been, “Get lost, twerp!” Now it was, “Yes, Miss Susie.”

“Why don’t you make MD and me one of your delicious casseroles?” One of the things my brother was learning how to do is cook. Mom really appreciated having him get dinner ready so she could eat as soon as she got back from work.

“MD and I will be in the living room watching TV. Call us when lunch is ready.”

“Yes, Miss Susie.”

Michelle took a final look at my naked brother as she left with me for the living room.

“Don’t worry about it MD; there will be plenty of time to see my brother naked all summer long. I used to watch him do his domestic chores but even that became boring after a while. He can’t keep it up all the time, and sometimes he lapses. Then for no apparent reason at all, he gets hard again.

I think it’s when he sees me and remembers, that he’s doing the housework so mom and I don’t have to.

While he’s busy doing that, why don’t we go into the living room and take a look at Dr. Miller’s book.”

Normally, I kept the book in my room, but I had brought it down in anticipation of reading it with Michelle last night. Unfortunately, we were too busy to do that then.

The title of the book is “What Every Girl Should Know About Female Domination” and you would expect with a title like that it would have a picture of a leather-clad dominatrix on the front. It does have such pictures in the book, but the cover is plain and it would not draw anyone’s attention. Nonetheless, I wouldn’t leave it out as a coffee table book for visitors to browse.

I opened the book up to the first chapter. It explained about conception and how all babies start out as girls, but that boys take a detour and develop penises and testicles. According to the Bible, woman came from man when in reality; it’s the other way around. Boys are just perverted, inferior versions of girls. The very act of birth means that they come from women.

The book then went on to explain about circumcism. When Michelle first took a look at the penises on display she asked, “What’s wrong with that one?” pointing to an uncut penis.

“Wait. The book addresses that.” I said flipping to the paragraphs on circumcism.

I summarized the discussion on the topic. “There are a lot of rituals surrounding circumcism. Some cultures, especially in the Middle East, do it for religious purposes. In most cultures it’s done as soon as the boy is born. However in some other culture it’s considered a right of passage into manhood and they do it when the boy reaches puberty – OW!

There’s some evidence that circumcism helps keep the penis cleaner and healthier, but most of that came from a time when bathing was a once-a-week, if that, part of hygiene. The book concludes that it is probably an unnecessary procedure nowadays.

Nonetheless, it’s still a very common practice in the United States, which is why you never see an uncut boy. At least I haven’t – for real. I’ll have to put that on my to-do list.

Dr. Miller also published the results of polls from thousands of women who say they like the clean-cut look of a circumcised penis. Some claim that it makes it look even more naked when exposed. The same survey also revealed that while erected penises are popular, a number of women think a flaccid one is “cute.”

We flipped the page to the part on penis size.

“This is probably one of the most controversial subjects among men.” I explained. “It seems that not only are men obsessed with their penises, but they have insecurities about how big they are. In fact, there’s a whole fetish devoted to small penis humiliation.

In some ways, men are their own worst enemies in this area. People who make porn movies for men, don’t pick average sized guys to star in them. This makes men think that 8 or 9 inches is normal when in the real world 6 inches – give or take a bit – is average.”

The book presented frontal nudity pictures of boys from infant to age 21 with flaccid penises (all circumcised). It showed the relative size of the penis to the size of the boy. In the pictures, the penises took a disproportional growth when the boys hit 12 years of age until they were about 15.

“Now these are just averages,” I explained. “Some boys start puberty as early as 11 and others linger on until 13 or even later. Boys lag girls in sexual development by two to three years.”

We then flipped the page and it showed the same boys, this time with erect penises. I don’t know how they did it, but even the infant and little boys had tiny hard-ons.

The book then went on to show the distribution of penis sizes for adult males.

“Dr. Miller recommends that pediatricians check male sexual development by giving boys erections and measuring their sizes. They do it with height and weight, so why not in this important area.”

There was another chart showing penis size by race. “There’s this myth that black men are bigger than white men. As you can see, the myth is only partly true. On average, they are a fraction of an inch bigger than white men who are a fraction of an inch bigger than Asian men.

That myth got started with slave trade. Supposedly, the bigger the penis, the more fertile the man and people who sold slaves wanted to put them forth as ‘stud’ potential. I don’t know how they pulled that off since most slaves were sold at auction naked. This was no big deal as most of the buyers were men and any women or girls who happened to see them were just about as scandalized as seeing any other farm animal naked.”

“So how big is Stephen?”

“He’s about 6 and a quarter. That makes him just a bit bigger than average. Nothing to brag about, but still impressive.”

Just about then, we were interrupted. “Miss Susie, Miss Michelle, lunch is ready.”

I closed the book. “It smells delicious, Stephen.

How close are you to being done with your chores?”

“All I have left to do is clean up after lunch.”

“Good, you can take MD and me shopping after that.”

The three of us ate lunch. Stephen served, of course, but ate with us. I wasn’t a total bitch 24/7 and really didn’t want to be. That’s not who I am. I love my brother, and as the book explains, it’s up to us girls to raise our male relatives properly. That means a good mix of love, attention and when needed, discipline.

That doesn’t mean I can’t take advantage of opportunities to use my superior position for my enjoyment.

Stephen cleared the mess when we were done and Michelle and I went upstairs to get dressed. The tube tops we were wearing showed almost every detail of our young, developing breasts. Dr. Miller explained that while many men like large breasts, there are also a number who like seeing smaller, more pert breasts such as Michelle and I had.

We didn’t want to cause a scandal at the shopping center, so we went for outfits only slightly less revealing.

Stephen came up and said, “I’m done in the kitchen. Is there anything else you want me to do, Miss Susie?”

“Miss Susie,” yeah, I think every sentence should start or end with that phrase.

“No. We’re good for now. Let’s get you locked up and then I’ll let you get dressed.”

There was a problem: about six and a quarter inches of it: Stephen’s erection. It wouldn’t fit in the device. The last time I was faced with this problem, I allowed Stephen to beat it into submission. Oh what a cum he had!

But I wanted to save that activity for later when MD and I could take the time to enjoy it more.

“Let’s go down to the kitchen,” I said.

“What are you going to do?” Michelle asked.

“This is apparently a common problem, so Dr. Miller addressed it in her book. There are a series of exercises she recommends to train boys in erection control. That is, they should be able to get and lose an erection on demand.

However, even she admits that it’s a lot of work. Stephen is still undisciplined in this area.

But she has a couple of tricks for deflating a reluctant boy.”

I held out my brother’s penis as I had Michelle whack his balls with a spoon. Then we immediately immersed it in ice water and held it there for about a minute. It was already somewhat flaccid when we took it out. One more rap on the head of his penis with a spoon and it shriveled up. It was painful, but not excessively so, and there was no permanent damage done.

I was then able to stuff it into his device before he could get it erect again. I no sooner turned the key when he started to groan with the tightness of his penis trying to grow in the confined space.

The trip started with me handing Stephen his car keys so he could drive us. Of course, his chastity key is also on the same ring. I wonder if he is building up an association in his mind. Whenever he sees car keys or drives a car for that matter, will he be reminded that he’s in chastity?

We thoroughly enjoyed our trip to the shopping center. We spent a lot of time at Bath and Bodyworks – a store that totally gets what girls and women like. We lingered for a while at the cosmetics counter in Macy’s and spent the rest of the time in clothing stores and shoe stores.

I bought a pair of pink and blue Vans – a girl can’t wear flip-flops and sandals everywhere in the summer and some body wash. Michelle bought a blouse. We’re not rich, so we couldn’t afford to buy a lot, but the purchases we did buy were laden onto my brother who followed us obediently as our beast of burden.

About the only time we cut him loose was in the music store, but even then, he knew he was on a short lead and kept checking in with us.

We got home around 4:30 and I collected the car keys from my brother. “You’re off the clock until it’s time to make dinner,” I told him. “MD and I are going swimming.” I would have made him get naked again, but Michelle and I were going to be busy and mom would be home soon enough.

Since we have a pool, I’m well-stocked with bathing suits of all kinds. Fortunately Michelle and I are the same size, so I had no problem sharing them with her.

Mostly I wore a conservative, easy to get in and out of, two piece. After all, it’s just us. However, I also had a couple of really skimpy suits that barely covered my nipples on top and can be classified as “hinnie floss” on the bottom.

This was the outfit I chose when I wanted to go sunbathing and if mom ever allowed it – tease boys. She won’t let me wear it in public or when we have company. Apparently mom doesn’t consider Stephen company. She’s OK with my wearing it when he’s around.

Even before I read Dr. Miller’s book, I liked to wear it and tease him with it. I enjoyed seeing the erection it caused in his trunks. And he’s my brother. He should be used to seeing me. I can just imagine what effect the suit would have on other boys.

I could hear him groan in pain when Michelle and I each paraded in front of him each of us covered with enough combined cloth to barely make a dinner napkin.

Michelle and I had fun splashing around and playing in the pool. Both of us wrestled with an oversized float to try to get on it without much success. In the process our bodies made a lot of contact and I found the exercise to be arousing.

As we lay there sunbathing after we got out, I looked over at her. Her outfit might have given my brother’s penis a fit, but it was not without an effect on me. Not only did it look appealing, but the girl in it looked stunning. I tried not to stare. Nonetheless, I caught her looking my way too.

Without saying anything, I got up. She asked, “Where are you going?”

I said, “In.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Soon we were in our room reenacting last night’s kissing session. This time more passionately.

I undid her top and she undid mine and we pressed against each other. Feeling her flesh against mine ignited a flame within me. The thought of almost total girl-to-girl, skin-to-skin contact overwhelmed me.

My bottoms which had begun to dry in the sun were now getting wet again. I couldn’t take it anymore. Reluctantly I broke the embrace and removed my tongue from her mouth.

“I got to do it!” was all I said as I undid the bottom and let it fall. I was totally naked in front of her and I loved the feeling. I staggered over to my bed and sat down. I spread my legs apart and allowed my hand to wander down between my legs.

I wasn’t doing it. It was just happening. I had no control. My hand had a will of its own and that will was to find my clitoris and make love to it. My finger made contact and it was like touching it with a live wire.

I have masturbated before and it was always pleasurable. I’d take myself slowly up the mountain of pleasure enjoying every step until the feeling overtook me and I could feel myself detaching from my body. It was ironic: my body was providing my pleasure, but it was almost like I was outside of it floating around it.

This time was different. I didn’t start out at the base of the mountain, but was almost at its summit from the first touch. I felt like I could push on to new heights. My pleasure was like a cloud enveloping the peak.

I was dimly aware of Michelle’s presence in the room and there was a communion there. Only moments ago our bodies touched. Now I could feel her with something beyond my normal senses. Having her share this experience with me wasn’t embarrassing but exciting.

In a moment of clarity, a break in the clouds of my dizziness, I could see that she, too, was sitting on her bed, legs apart and fingers working. I wanted to pay attention but waves of pleasure kept washing my thoughts away from physical reality into the dream that was holding me captive in pure pleasure.

I didn’t know how long I hovered there. It was getting too intense and I knew it was time to come down. With whatever remaining consciousness I had, I slowed my stroking. Gently, like a leaf drifting down on warm currents, I descended from my heights.

Slowly the fog and haze yielded itself to the reality of my bedroom. I looked up longingly in my mind to the apex from which I left, but I didn’t feel a sense of loss; I felt satisfaction.

A corner of my mind wondered, what was it like for boys? Could they even understand this experience? I doubted it.

According to Dr. Miller, a boy’s orgasm is like a skyrocket; going from nothingness to an extreme height, then exploding violently but briefly before thudding back to earth. I felt sorry for them. There’s no time to appreciate the joy. They get but only the briefest glimpses of bliss.

The female experience is far superior. Yet for all of its faults, the male experience is addictive and they can’t get enough of it. It’s just one more principle upon which female dominance is built.

I finally came back to earth. I was exhausted but happy. I fell back into my bed and rolled over to watch Michelle complete her ecstasy. Her eyes were shut, her head was tilted back, her mouth was open and she was mewing in some incomprehensible language. Although I didn’t understand the words, I knew their meaning. It’s something only another girl could understand.

She was breathing heavily, and her nipples were erect. I wanted to get up and kiss them, but was too weak from my own ordeal to resist the bonds of gravity holding me to my bed. Instead I let my eyes take in the sight.

I could see every muscle in her athletic body tighten and she gave out a gurgling groan. Then look of peace came over her face and she sighed. I could see the energy drain from her as she descended from her own personal mountain of pleasure.

I looked at her flush face and she peered back at me through lidded eyes. We both managed a smile. And then she, too, fell back into her bed. Both of us needed a rest to continue our day.

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