Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 4

... lungful after lungful, at first. Her eyes swung lazily up to me. "F-fu-fuck you."

Big Sis told me that a hundred times a week, but it was the first time, in a long while, where I felt true anger in the words.

"Whoa, this was consensual, right?" I leaned farther back.

Her eyes blazed at me, anger, disgust, scorn, and yet I knew she was still reveling in her fading orgasm. Her head twisted silently, left and right. No.

I didn't understand. "I'll never do this again. I swear." I hissed desperately.

"Too late." She hissed back. No explanation was forthcoming. Grabbing the towel, I slipped out of her room, fully expecting Mom to be standing outside, meat cleaver at the ready.

The hall was empty, and I fled to my room, warmed by the intensity of our simultaneous orgasm. I sat on my bed and tried not to think. My gut told me, something had changed, not for the better, but life at home would be more serious from now on.

I happily paid my full attention in my classes that day. I didn't dare contemplate how I had won a great victory but possibly lost a war.

Nell was still at her college when I arrived home that afternoon. I studied and completed all of my assignments before sitting in the living room and playing the most attention absorbing game in our library. I hardly heard Mother arrive until the garage door opened, and her boots thudded into the kitchen.

The game seemed to pause on its own. Mother stepped right next to me unexpectedly. She placed something on the end table nearest the couch I sat on, and walked away into her and Dad's room.

My head involuntarily turned, and my eyes tried to focus through a mist of dread.

V-a-s-e-l-i-n-e. Letters dotted across a blue label. The plastic jar-tub waited impatiently. I must have stared at the inert, wave shaped vessel for several minutes.