RP519
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As David was pulling into his sister's driveway, preparing for a twelve day stay with her, he had to smile at the thought of getting to spend so much time with her again. True, they were only seperated by a two hour drive, but they still only really saw one another for the big holidays...even then, he couldn't recall the last time they had been together for more than a weekend visit. Now, he'd have almost two whole weeks of just him and Anne while her husband was away. The very idea of it was making him happier than he'd been in a long while...and, given the circumstances involved, it was also starting to get him hard.
Since reaching adulthood and leaving the nest to live their own lives, David and Anne had been in constant contact by phone and internet, and had grown closer than they ever had while living under the same roof. Aside from the usual, mundane topics siblings share, both had been surprisingly open about their sex lives; Their partners' abilities and flaws, new things they had tried and how good or bad those things had been, even those particular fetishes that really did it for them. Somewhere along the line, David had confessed that at 14, his big sister Anne had been the root of many a sexual fantasy; He'd been a breast man from the word go, and Anne had developed early and rapidly. By 16, she had a pair of 38Ds on a petite 5'2 frame, and paired with her short red hair, she was pretty much David's ideal image of sexy. This had been confessed with cameras running, and David had been treated to the deep blush it caused his sister, and they had had a good laugh at that...David was also fairly sure Anne made a point of tilting the camera a few degrees lower from that point on, just to be a tease.
It had also come to light that both siblings shared an interest in the BDSM lifestyle, but had some difficulties in finding a suitable partner. Anne had divulged a love of certain aspects which turned her on to no end, but that she couldn't share with her husband John; She loved him dearly, but he was certainly not a Dominant, and would likely be tempted to run away from the dirty thoughts inside her head. It was that very fact which lead brother and sister to their current situation.
In searching for a few hours with a more appropriate, occasional Master, Anne had had a brief fling with a man who turned out to, for one, be a truly poor choice...and two, by a quirk of fate, was listed in her phone right next to David. After a few weeks of disappointing sex, Anne had sent a somewhat detailed message to break it off, which had been sent to her brother by mistake. It was followed by several texts and one very desperate voice mail begging and pleading that the affair be kept secret, which David was more than happy to do.
For a price.
David had told his sister, in no uncertain terms, that she was going to submit to him while her husband went out of two. David would arrive the day after John had left, and be gone the day before he returned, and in the interrim, she would belong to him. After a bit of protest, Anne had concented to the arrangement.
And at long last, he was here, and Anne was openning the door, wearing the outfit he had sent ahead and instructed her to wear for him; A leather corset, short black skirt, and black leather ballet boots up to her knees. She leaned in the doorway, clearly unsteady and unaccustomed to the boots, and blushing furiously, biting her bottom lip...looking even sexier now in her early thirties than she had as a teenager.
And, if only for a while, she was entirely his.
Since reaching adulthood and leaving the nest to live their own lives, David and Anne had been in constant contact by phone and internet, and had grown closer than they ever had while living under the same roof. Aside from the usual, mundane topics siblings share, both had been surprisingly open about their sex lives; Their partners' abilities and flaws, new things they had tried and how good or bad those things had been, even those particular fetishes that really did it for them. Somewhere along the line, David had confessed that at 14, his big sister Anne had been the root of many a sexual fantasy; He'd been a breast man from the word go, and Anne had developed early and rapidly. By 16, she had a pair of 38Ds on a petite 5'2 frame, and paired with her short red hair, she was pretty much David's ideal image of sexy. This had been confessed with cameras running, and David had been treated to the deep blush it caused his sister, and they had had a good laugh at that...David was also fairly sure Anne made a point of tilting the camera a few degrees lower from that point on, just to be a tease.
It had also come to light that both siblings shared an interest in the BDSM lifestyle, but had some difficulties in finding a suitable partner. Anne had divulged a love of certain aspects which turned her on to no end, but that she couldn't share with her husband John; She loved him dearly, but he was certainly not a Dominant, and would likely be tempted to run away from the dirty thoughts inside her head. It was that very fact which lead brother and sister to their current situation.
In searching for a few hours with a more appropriate, occasional Master, Anne had had a brief fling with a man who turned out to, for one, be a truly poor choice...and two, by a quirk of fate, was listed in her phone right next to David. After a few weeks of disappointing sex, Anne had sent a somewhat detailed message to break it off, which had been sent to her brother by mistake. It was followed by several texts and one very desperate voice mail begging and pleading that the affair be kept secret, which David was more than happy to do.
For a price.
David had told his sister, in no uncertain terms, that she was going to submit to him while her husband went out of two. David would arrive the day after John had left, and be gone the day before he returned, and in the interrim, she would belong to him. After a bit of protest, Anne had concented to the arrangement.
And at long last, he was here, and Anne was openning the door, wearing the outfit he had sent ahead and instructed her to wear for him; A leather corset, short black skirt, and black leather ballet boots up to her knees. She leaned in the doorway, clearly unsteady and unaccustomed to the boots, and blushing furiously, biting her bottom lip...looking even sexier now in her early thirties than she had as a teenager.
And, if only for a while, she was entirely his.