Cousins Don't Need Modesty (Illustrated)

“This is embarrassing and degrading,” Janis announced – she didn’t take a step away from the living room. She didn’t try to use her hands to cover her nudity. She simply demanded attention and acknowledgment – like she wanted to argue with me about it and defend my actions.

I felt like she wanted me to prove to her that it was all fair and it wasn’t ever meant to put women on equal footing with men.

“Aye, it has to be a bit because if not you get too big for your britches, I assure you – you should thank your lucky stars that your brother wants the job of being in charge. If not, I’d have put my son into Dalton’s room, and you and my daughters would have to bunk up in a much smaller room. You need a bit of tough love, lass! This is not meant to break you down, but your pride and discourteous behavior is not going to attract a man or endear you to many.”

Once I finished with my mother, I took a short break and examined her red pussy and ass. I was pleased that I left her throbbing and sore. “How was that?” I asked, “Did I pass your little test?”

“That’s a fair question, Mister Dalton,” my mom rubbed her ass and looked a pitiful. “You gave me a decent spanking, I didn’t expect you to spank my quim, but I’ve nothing against it when I deserve it. I’m an old slapper, but my twat is still sensitive enough that you’ve given me more tingles than pain – so I am hornier than I was before we started talking.”

My mom’s British accent had almost fully returned after that experience. “Good, squat down and finger fuck your arse hole, but don’t let yourself cum. Sheridan, if you amuse me and ream your filthy pooh hole like you are working a finger puppet at a Punch and Judy show, I’ll let you have a proper wank on the living room floor.”

I had included a mish-mosh of some of the things I heard my cousins say when I was at their house.

There was a long, stunned pause. My mom’s jaw froze and I could tell she hadn’t expected me to give her such a vulgar instruction. My Aunt’s reaction was to stare at my mom – trying to gauge her response.

Janis gave me an incredulous look – clearly expecting my mom to refuse the instruction.

“On second thought,” my mom’s tone was dour – it sounded like she was having a change of heart about the entire thing, but then she squatted, legs apart. “I take back my request from earlier – you can use British slang. The more you practice, the more authentic it’ll sound – just let me teach you where to place the emphasis in your words, please,” she sucked her finger wet, and then slid it all the way up her asshole to the knuckle and began to masturbate her ass slowly.

“You are next, Aunt Alice,” I said.

“It’s just Alice if you please, Mister Dalton,” she smiled at me politely. “We were to call our aunties and mum by their title, but boys never did. They had to show proper respect for the elder males in the family, but the best way to show me respect is to talk to me without any.”

“Okay, you babbling cow, if you are done lecturing, spread your legs and give me a proper target to spank your gash,” I instructed.

My Aunt showed me some positions she could stand in that made it easier to spank her pussy and tits, and she seemed impressed by the time I reached six.

“Any time you visit, I want you to strip off completely, and when I come to your house, I expect you to strip down after your daughters greet me at the door! They’ll show me their dirty little quims as well!” I insisted.

“Seven, yeah, Mister Dalton, that’s not gonna be a problem, the girls like being starkers, and I prefer it as well; I just put on clothes because I’ve gotten used to wearing them, and didn’t think Mister Archie wanted to see bare pussy constantly – growing up with three women and all.”

“He doesn’t mind it, and he knows what your gash looks like – so you’ll ask him if he prefers you strip down all the time at home when you get back,” I instructed, as I smashed her titty with the paddle – her nipples only stiffened in response as her boobs turned red.

“Eight, aye, I’ll ask him if he minds, but he’s inclined to let me do as I please – I am not asking him to be head of household. He’s a bit more maturing to do before he can bear that, and by then I may be married to a proper man who will take me and my daughters in hand.”

“Don’t fool yourself, Alice,” I smashed her other titty with my paddle. “You are an old slag, and a munter with a smelly gash, that’ll shag your nephew to fill your insatiable need for cock – who would marry an old whore with a worn-out arsehole from all the cocks that you sit on?” I meant to only tease her.

“Nine,” she seethed angrily. “You need to hit a bit my droopy bazookas harder than that if you want to put a sting on me comparable to what you said – you’ve the right of it. I am a worn out old whore, but I still can’t ask Mister Archie to step up. I am jealous that my younger sister has you. You’ve taken to discipline like my daughters did to gobbling knobs.”

I was flattered, and genuinely believed she meant what she said. I could tell from the crestfallen look on her face that she felt defeated.

“You can’t make your rent, you’ll move in here, and I’ll decide who you can date – then we’ll find someone who can be trusted to want you more than they do a chance to poke my cousins.”

My mother flashed me a look of disapproval, but she continued to finger her asshole.

“What that’s that look for, Sheridan? You were going to invite my Aunt to live here with us – am I in charge? If it’s up to you, I’d say not.”

“It’s immaterial,” my Aunt counted the next swat, and explained that she wouldn’t impose. “I just need to get my shite together and suck a few more cocks. I made the offer to run things here if you didn’t work out, but I’ll feel this spanking on my quim for a week – if there was a test or a doubt, you’ve passed with flying colors, Mister Dalton.”

“You ARE in charge,” my mom assured me as I swatted her sister again – this time on the pussy. “I’m just shocked and proud that you’d be generous enough to open the doors to a family that you just met. That’s unexpected, but I’m pleased that you would be so generous.”

“You shouldn’t be surprised,” I swatted my Aunt again and made her almost fall over. “You raised me, so obviously, I share the values that family is family. I am glad you would let me make that decision if Alice needed to move in.”

“This is disgusting; you are beating Mom and Aunt Alice and making them compliant, and now they are kissing your ass and telling you how proud they are of you?” my sister pouted angrily.

“You’ll get your turn soon enough, girly,” my Aunt counted eighteen. “I am no real worse for the wear that I had my attitude adjusted – I miss having them daily. I may start it up with my daughters because it does wonder for clearing the mind. The shared pain between the giver and the recipient bonds us – makes us closer, because it’s so intimate. I am proud of your brother because he’s a man, and I am tempted to take his offer, but I don’t want to take advantage. He needs time to settle in with you lot and not have my girls and me mucking things up around here in the mix.”

Once I finished with my aunt, she expected me to let her finger fuck her ass. She didn’t ask permission, but I could tell that she was anticipating it. “How are your milk sacks?” I asked as I reached out and pinched her sore, stiff nipples.

“Still dry, no milk for Mister Archies tea, you gave me some throbbing honkers, but left me gagging for more, Mister Dalton. It’s hard to believe it’s the first time you’ve spanked a set of tits properly before.”

“You’ll ask Mister Archie to give you twenty, when you start up the daily attitude adjustments at home. He’s ready for that much, and if he’s bored, or tired, then you’ll spank your daughters and go without that day,” I decided.

“You are head of household for this house, not mine, Mister Dalton,” my Aunt pursed her lips. I was about to remind her that Archie helped me to spank his sister and that it was idea to spank their pussies. “That being said, I’d feel a bit guilty about asking him to roast my melons daily – this has made me so horny that I’d jump your bones and fuck your brains out. I don’t think it would adjust my attitude as much as it would make me want for cock, and I’d have to reach for one of my latex lovers after he finished with me.”

“Fine, ask him for permission to masturbate, and if he grants it, then you will do it with the rest of the girls,” I said.

“I can’t do that – we’ve come pretty far in one day with the girls playing with themselves out in the open around him. He’s never seen me going at it the way he has his sisters,” she frowned.

“You’ll ASK him if he wants to watch and get his permission – you won’t be masturbating freely at home any longer. I want you to set a PROPER example for my cousins and not allow them to run amok – you being able to close your door anytime you like and ride your quim ticklers is not setting a good example, you horny git!”

“Quim tickler,” my mom giggled as she repeated the term I had just said – that clearly amused her.

“You will surrender all of your quim and arse ticklers as well; doors will be left open when you shower and use the bathroom – I don’t want you having any privacy at home, Sheridan.”

“I’ve no problem letting you dole out my toys, but I can assure you that you don’t want me to have a pooh with the door open – and what about Michael? He’s got to live here as well.”

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by me or my sister, that my Mom hadn’t expressed any concern for my sister witnessing or smelling her using the bathroom.

“We’ll have a conversation with Michael, and if he’s comfortable with it, you’ll address him as Mister Michael, and he’ll be calling you Sheridan,” I decided and affirming. “Doors will remain open – I am the one who makes the rules, and I don’t trust you not to wank off any chance you get.”

My mom appeared reluctant; perhaps I had gone too far with that last rule. I insisted that my mom remove the finger from her bum. “Now, there is no reason to deny me a chance to tease myself, Mister Dalton. I didn’t refuse. I just hadn’t thought about it beyond having a talk with your brother about your role, not anything changing for him.”

“Suck your poopy finger, so I don’t have to listen to your blithering foolishness,” I said. My mom’s finger was slick with her juices, but there wasn’t a speck of shit on it. She sucked it obediently and continued to squat.

“Things will change for me, you, Janis, and Michael – there is no living here with you two twats being kept in line where Michael can just ignore you. I’ve seen how it is for my cousin Archie, and he largely left his sisters alone. If Michael wants to ignore you that will be HIS choice – not yours. Is that understood?”

“Yessff, Mister Dalton,” my mom said.

“Oh for Pete’s sake,” my sister frowned angrily.

“Ass out, knees bent, facing forward,” I pointed where I wanted my sister to stand for her spanking, and then told my Aunt to squat down behind my mother. “You’ll stick your finger up Sheridan’s arse, and finger it – tickle her pooh hole, and get her hot and bothered. If you do a good enough job the two of you can have an orgasm.”

My Aunt clearly wanted to make some snarky remark, probably about the fact that technically she didn’t live there and didn’t have to ask my permission to get herself off. She started to finger her sister’s ass while squatting with her legs apart as she looked up at me with admiration.

“Fine, get this over with, I hope it makes you feel powerful,” Janis placed her hands on her knees. There is no easy way to spank sense and respect into a girl’s ass other than the old fashioned way of doing it one spank at a time. I could have spanked my sister’s ass a hundred times that afternoon and it wouldn’t have changed her attitude.

It took weeks of daily spankings to move the dial and start to improve Janis’s attitude. My mom largely fell in line. She said it was kind of like riding a bicycle. She acted like my lieutenant and enforcer – keeping Janis from giving me attitude, and reinforcing to Michael that she had chosen to hand over the reins to me.

My little brother was surprisingly understanding about the entire thing. He was shocked at first, and thought that we were joking because I decided not to let the girls wear clothes when I first talked to him about how things would be.

Once I ordered them to strip, and explained that I’d be keeping the two of them naked, he believed it was real. My mom and Janis moved all of my stuff out of my room and into the master bedroom. Sheridan said that it smelled of my father and reminded her of him and all the times that she betrayed him and fucked someone there.

She said it was better to set up in my room. I allowed my sister to remain in her own room but threatened to take it away if she didn’t comply with my wishes. I sent her out looking for a job and believed she really started trying to find one after the discipline started.

At home, things largely remained as they always had been – except the girls were naked, deferred to me, and called me and my brother “Mister”.

The English accent wore off when I went back to school the following week, but I remembered many of the vulgarities and terms that I had learned at my Aunt’s house.

I required the girls to sit on the floor while nude – that took a bit of adjusting for both of them. The tile floors were chilly and they were uncomfortable but after a few days it became the norm as well.

I knew my mom was still fucking around with guys while I was at school, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. She was truly horny – all the time. I assumed that a woman that was wet and aroused all the time, was the equivalent of a man with a constant hard-on.

Sheridan set a great example for my sister, obediently masturbating in front of Michael and me while we laughed at her – usually being required to stop and start many times just to frustrate her and build up her anticipation. My sister was reluctant to start masturbating openly, but eventually, she gave up on having modesty and started fingering herself or using a dildo around us when we gave her permission.

After about a week, Michael came to me and asked if he could give my mom a bath. “Why would you want to do that? is Sheridan filthy?”

“it’s not that. Mom used to give me baths, so I just thought it’d be fun since it feels like the tables have turned and now we are in charge that I give her one.”

“As long as you address her as Sheridan, that should be fine,” I said. I hadn’t thought of it as “tables turning” because my mom had never made me squat naked while eating off the floor.

“Obviously, I would call her Sheridan to her face. I meant Mom just when you and I are alone,” Michael clarified. He became my helper—much like Mister Archie. He checked on Mom and my sister, even put them to bed and turned off the lights in their rooms at night.

When we first told my mom that he was going to give her a bath, she was flattered but thought we were kidding. I didn’t watch, but I got the impression that my brother washed her EVERYWHERE – pussy, asshole, under the tits, every crack and crevice on her body.

All I know is that after that, my mom really enjoyed bath time. So much so, that she got envious when my brother asked if he could wash down our sister the same way. Janis had accepted all the rule changes, occasionally questioning, debating, and even arguing.

I didn’t have a problem with that as long as it was respectful, but I had to make her stand in the corner, or spank her when she sassed me. The first time I made her clench a bar of soap in her mouth she was outraged, but by the third week she had to hold a bar of soap in her mouth at almost every meal and eat after the rest of us were finished.

She slapped Michael the first time he gave her a bath – I am not sure what happened, but I assumed he goosed her and she reacted. She came out of the bath dripping wet, apologizing and begging for him to finish. “I didn’t know you were going to wash me THERE, Mister Michael. I wasn’t ready, I am so sorry! Did I give you a black eye.”

I interceded, and made my sister kneel at the bath tub as a punishment. I dunked her head and held it under water for thirty seconds at a time – twenty times. I thought it fit the crime – and by the end, my sister looked like a drowned rat and was incredibly apologetic.

“Obviously, a bath is meant to clean your filthy shite hole and drippy cunt. Did you think you are entitled to the exclusive right to touch it?” I demanded during the short span of time around, I hold her head out of the water for the first time.

“No, Mom and I touch each other all the time, I just didn’t think Mister Michael would,” she gasped, about to say something else - and with insufficient time to take a deep breath and hold it before I dunked her head a second time.

Dalton walked in and around the nineteenth time that I dunked our sister’s head, and asked for mercy for her – “It’s not necessary. If Janis doesn’t want me to wash her butt, I won’t do it.”

“Garbll-garblll ... You waited until I was dunked nineteen times to rescue me?” my sister chided him for speaking up now.

“If you don’t want to wash her after this – I don’t blame you, but Janis needs to learn to respect you as an authority figure, and this is an appropriate punishment for slapping you when you touched her,” I insisted as I held her down under the water again,” I insisted.

“Then why do you get to punish Janis for me? She slapped ME, but you are having all the fun,” he complained.

“You think this is fun? It’s a lot of work,” I clarified – my arms were sore, I had gotten wet in the process of dunking my sister while she struggled a little.

“You are smiling,” he observed.

I smiled and asked him if he wanted to help me punish the girls and give them attitude adjustments – after that, I included him in every attitude adjustment or punishment session when he was available. Michael didn’t have the arm strength to do much – but he definitely enjoyed being included. I realized that I was doing to him what my Aunt had done to Archie.

My best intentions were to protect my brother from the harsh realities of disciplining my sister and mother. However, he knew what was happening and felt excluded.

It was about a month or more before I heard from my Aunt again. I could have called her, but I had been busy with school and the changes at home.

I invited them over because I was anxious for news. My cousins were excited to see me. Veronica and Betty stripped at my front door. I wasn’t sure if that was because they had been told that I expected that or because they were used to doing it at home now.

Archie walked confidently; he had a small growth spurt after my visit and seemed taller and more mature.

My Aunt stripped down, and gave me a huge hug, before going around to my mom and sister, and then introducing herself to Michael politely.

I shared that I had been busy, and learned a lot over the last month. “The rules change dynamically on a day by day basis as we try things out, and see what sticks, and what doesn’t work,” I explained. My cousin Archie sat at the table with me and Michael. However, I insisted that my Aunt sit on the kitchen floor with the rest of the girls.

All except for my sister, who took a position standing a few feet from the table, palms flat on the top of her head, legs apart, mouth slightly open with a bar of soap clenched in her teeth. “As an example, my cunt of a sister can’t seem to keep her fingers out of her pussy during dinner, so she has to stand where we can watch her closely.”

“What did she do to earn a bar of soap in her gob?” Archie asked.

“She was born with a slit,” Michael joked.

“I like you, already. I think we’ll get on famously,” Archie smiled at my little brother.

“The real reason is that she talks too much during dinner, and this is one of several daily attitude adjustments my sister has to have to teach her to shut her yap when Men are talking. Janis having her mouth packed with soap also makes us feel less guilty about the fact she doesn’t get to eat dinner while the rest of us eat.”

“You said you were strict on your sister, Mister Dalton,” Veronica was eavesdropping from the floor. “You weren’t kidding – I am glad our brother hasn’t started anything quite like that. We still eat like puppies when he permits.”

I was glad that my cousins didn’t realize that I had been lying when I bragged about how strict things were at my house.

“Caw, I should have you and Veronica stand titty to titty, clenching a bar of soap between the two of you knobs once a week just to remind you how good you got it at our house,” Archie teased her.

“I can see why you started talking like a British person,” Michael observed adding, “It’s very colorful.”

“They are cheeky monkeys, aren’t they?” I tried to imitate a British accent, but judging from the groans of the others I had a long way to go.

“How about you Alice, do you sit at the table for dinner at home?” I asked. My Aunt was flat on her ass, eating off the floor like her daughters and my mom.

“I usually sit at the table, but if Archie wants me to strip for dinner, I’m not above sitting on the tile to set a proper example,” my Aunt answered respectfully.

“If you were to move here, you’d be sitting on the floor at every meal – not allowed to wear clothes at all,” I warned my Aunt.

“Is that true Aunt Sheridan?” Veronica asked excitedly. “Are you allowed to be starkers 24/7?”

“My daughter and I aren’t allowed to wear clothes at home without special permission from my son, but I do all the yard work in a bikini.”

“Even in the backyard? You’ve got a privacy fence,” Betty pouted sympathetically – like she thought that I was being unfair not letting my mom be naked while she and my sister did all the lawn work.

“I just do what I am told, Veronica. I don’t question the rules,” my mom replied – that was true. She never pushed back or told me no to anything. It was only my sister who sometimes refused to commit right away to a new rule, but she had also never outright refused. The option for refusing was to move out, and she clearly had no place better to go.

“Do you sleep in a dog cage like Janis, Aunt Sheridan?” Betty asked.

Oops, I had forgotten I had lied about that. There was some confusion all around as my mom and sister grappled with the question. I was prepared to come clean when my mom replied, “I’ve not seen any dog cage, but if my son has a surprise gift for Mother’s day waiting for me in the garage, you just ruined it.”

It was close to Mother’s Day. I had actually intended to give my mom a “back to normal” day where she could do whatever she wanted for Mother’s day.

“I am not going to sleep in a dog cage, I’ll move out before that happens,” my sister mumbled around the soap – but she didn’t spit it out.

“I am so tired of your whinging, slut. You will sleep with whom you are told, where you are told, and do you know how I know?” my Aunt asked rhetorically before adding, “Because you’ve got your hands on top of your head, and your teeth wrapped around that soap like it’s your favorite flavor of cock. If you were above being logged in a cage like a dog, you’d have moved out weeks ago.”

My sister didn’t deny it – she frowned and adjusted the soap in her teeth, looking down.

“A cage isn’t a bad idea, but money is a bit tight. Janis and Sheridan haven’t found replacement jobs. Sheridan ruined her professional reputation sleeping around. She may have to start working with you as a whore.”

My mother’s face blanched with shame.

“That’s not a bad idea, but a wrinkled pussy like Sheridan’s worn out cock bag wouldn’t fetch more than a fiver, and she’d have to pay the punters to put it in her filthy arsehole. My sister might be a laugh for those who want her to gobble their knob to get them ready to take me on if I am being double teamed, but I’d not be able to charge extra for her services,” my Aunt joked with a big laugh. Archie and her daughters laughed as well. Michael seemed confused but that was partly because my Aunt’s English chatter was so fast that it was hard to follow it all.

“I’ve no doubt you are in high demand with the blind, but judging from that wreck of a car you are driving, I’d say you are still sitting only a few cocks a month. I shag more than that in a day, and I’d be a fantastic whore!” my mom bragged facetiously.

“Capital idea, You and cunty Junior can start working with Alice if you don’t have a job by next Friday – you were born with wet cunts. You can be cock warmers and if you are going to chase after dick, you may as well get paid for it,” I said. I felt I really nailed the accident time but the reason nobody laughed was the gravity of my threat sounded very real.

I was just bluffing and had not given it much thought – it was more of a reaction to the back and forth between my mom and her sister than anything else.

“I’ll stand here naked while you guys have a laugh, and I’ll even get in a fucking dog cage, but I am NOT going to sell my pussy,” My sister spat out the soap on the floor and brought her hands down to her sides.

“Pick that soap back up and get back to where you were,” my mom reacted angrily to my sister. “If your brother wants us to rent out our pussies then you’ll spread your legs just like I would – you love cock!”

“He won’t let me date, or go out to any bars, and I am not going to be a laughing stock, mom! Why do you make me degrade myself like this?” my sister complained angrily. She didn’t leave the kitchen, instead she stood there waiting for an answer.

“Who would date a slaggy whore like you and me? You call up, lads when your brother is at school. Hell, I’ve seen you chat up guys after they finish with me and take them into your room, so don’t give me any shite about how hard up you are!”

“You have both been fucking guys while I am at school?” I interjected.

My sister and mom continued to argue and ignored me, until I brought out the paddle, and began to spank their asses in front of everyone else.

“Aye, you know I can’t help myself,” my mom agreed.

I had the two of them spend the rest of dinner clenching a bar of soap, nose to nose, nipple to nipple, hands on top of their heads while the rest of us ate. I seriously asked my Aunt how to get the two of them started as escorts.

“I work for a couple of phone book services; they do the screening and booking. I get 150, and they get a hundred. It’s an hour, but most guys cream and then want me to leave, so I am there maybe five to thirty minutes. The only problem is that the work is slow.”

“You get paid to shag?” Veronica asked – when she finally figured out what her mother was talking about.

“You dim-witted bimbo,” Archie chastised her for being naïve “How many times did mum tell you that she’s a whore?”

“I just thought she meant she was like us. You call us whores all the time,” Veronica said. Betty nodded, and admitted that she was just now figuring it out. “I just assumed you liked to shag like us. Guys actually pay YOU to fuck them?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am not as disgusting as you make me out to be; some guys find me attractive,” my Aunt smirked – feigning offense over the suggestion that it was shocking men would pay to fuck her.

“I didn’t mean it like that – I just don’t understand why guys would pay to hump you. They could just ask some horny slapper in a tavern, couldn’t they?” Veronica asked.

“They could, but a proper whore will keep the chatter to a minimum, do butt stuff, or whatever the punter wants, make them happy without expecting to be pleased in return, and then leave after the punter finishes up in them,” my Aunt explained.

“What’s a punter, then?” Veronica asked.

“Your uncles and my boyfriends are all punters,” Alice explained that the men she claimed to be dating or introduced as random uncles had paid her for sex.

This revelation blew Veronica and Betty’s mind.

“Did you think that mum was going out to dinner and a show with these saggy old sods and geezers? She gets paid to bend over and let them plug her arse with their cock,” Archie explained bluntly.

Veronica and Betty looked horrified and shocked, staring at each other.

“So, does that make Mister Johnson a punter? He gives me a fiver for a blowie now and then,” Veronica asked.

“He pays you?” Betty pouted, clearly disappointed.

“Aye, technically if you take money in exchange for sex, you are a whore, but I earn our rent with the sweat off of my arse, by bending over and taking it,” my Aunt explained before adding “business has been a bit slow – I don’t think there is enough to make it worthwhile to add Alice and Janis, and you lot,” she looked at my cousin and explained that they were too young to be hired by the escort agency.

“Awww,” they complained.

“Not to worry, I’ll take up a collection at school from my mates, five dollars to ride one of you slags,” Archie promised with sadistic snark. I knew he loved his sisters, and teasing them was just how they express their affection.

I also knew that the girls loved sex; I was surprised when they were completely bored with that arrangement.

“Great, we’ll split the money 100/30,” Archie joked that he’d keep five dollars of every five dollars that they made, and they would get 30%.

“That doesn’t sound fair,” Betty pouted.

“Fine, 100/50 ... but that’s more than you lot deserve, I’ll keep still five dollars of every five you make, and you get 50%.”

“That sounds good,” Veronica looked at Betty like that was the best offer the two would get, and Betty flashed a pleased smile and agreed as well.

My Aunt frowned, because she was savvy enough to know that math didn’t add up, but she also didn’t correct them.

That night, I made another offer for my Aunt to move in and this time she agreed. She was reluctant at first, but I was very persuasive.

I threatened to move Janis out of her room when she had the audacity to complain after dinner. She may have been pissed off, angry, and not agree that women don’t need modesty – but she stubbornly refused to leave.

That meant she had to obey the rules.

I arranged the move, rented the U-Haul truck, and even helped get my Aunt out of her lease. I kept my room just as it was. I moved my brother and Archie into my old room – which worked out great. They became thick as thieves and Michael loved all of the video games that Archie brought with him when he moved in. We bought so many more with the money the girls made as prostitutes.

Betty and Veronica are little earners, and by their senior year, they had been raking in several hundred dollars just working Friday night football games.

Archie loved having a friend to actually play games with, even though my old room was smaller than his old room.

My cousins Veronica and Betty were thrilled to share a room with Janis. They were overjoyed to finally be in a larger bed that was long enough that their legs didn’t hang off the end. They looked up to Janis like an older sister even though Janis could be a disobedient twat, and she seemed resistant to sharing her room – the simple fact was that it was the best thing that could have happened for Janis.

She took on an older sister and mentor role and began to set a better example for the two of them.

Janis also had an excuse to be silly on weekends and evenings and pretend to be a puppy with Betty and Veronica. The three of them had some fantastic and elaborate contests, and Janis loved winning the best puppy ribbon.

My Mom was shocked that she could get hired at the escort agencies. She really considered herself disgusting, but she was almost as hot as my Aunt. They booked a lot of gigs together, with guys who wanted to bang sisters.

My mom and Aunt thought nothing of having sex together – eating each other’s pussies, licking each other’s assholes, finger fucking was second nature to them. They didn’t like French kissing one another, but they didn’t like French kissing anyone. They both felt it was too intimate and led to eye contact.

When I wanted to really punish them together, forcing them to have a make out session in the living room session while everyone laughed at them did the trick. My Aunt had some elaborate BDSM gear at her house, and she taught me how to inflict exquisite pain and pleasure to her and my mother, and I eventually taught her son and my little brother.

I never saw my father again until the day I graduated from M.I.T. By that point, I had left the training of the women in my family in the capable hands of Michael and Archie. They had both grown into fine young men.

My mother and her sister are still whores, and they work out of a strip club in Tampa with Betty and Veronica, who are raising daughters of their own. Archie pimps and trains all four of them and will probably train some of his nieces when they get older.

My brother Michael went on to graduate from College at U.C.L.A. and his ride to college (and mine) was paid for fully by the money we made from whoring out the women of the family. He’s an Attorney in San Bernadino.

I married a submissive woman that believes in traditional gender roles, and that girls don’t have any use for modesty. I have two daughters and a son of my own that I raise in the traditional way. My sister lives with me in the capacity of a maid/house pet, which I suppose is the best way you can describe our relationship. My Sister isn’t my slave, because she can leave at any time.

She seldom gets angry, and I still give her attitude adjustments on a daily basis; my kids think “Aunt Janis” is their nanny. If she does complain about any order that I give her – I always remind her that she can leave at any time. She’s never actually taken me up on the offer, and I tease her about that as well.

“One of these days, Mister Dalton, I am going to have it up to here and stop obeying your every whim! You treat me like a little twat,” she says.

“That’s because you are a little twat,” I always remind her.