Sugar & Spice

[Cum_Inside]

She didn't have such thing as a Master, she wanted to say, but held it back. Instead, she chose to be diplomatic. Calling himself her master was chauvinistic and possessive, and Brooklyn didn't love the level of familiarity or even submission he expected from her. It was so strange.

"But what will I do for classes, Sir? Surely I can't go dressed so inappropriately," she argued, hoping he'd give her some ground. If he did, that was a sign that there was room for her to do some manipulating of her own.

She hoped so.

Tangling her fingers with his, she allowed him to lead her down the pathway and along the trail he wanted to show her.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"But what will I do for classes, Sir?" Brooklyn inquired. "Surely I can't go dressed so inappropriately."

"You may wear a brassiere when you are away from your home," he informed her. His tone was polite and soft but there was no negotiation in his tone when he added, "But from now on, you will allow your Mistress to determine what you will wear to school or to town. Susan will pick your clothing from this day forth … so that you will more properly represent the family into which you have joined … understand?"

As they continued dressing, the obvious sounds of Susan orgasming escaped through the yurt's walls. They were just finishing and putting together a small pack of snacks and drinks when Kenneth emerged from the small hut and turned to face Peter directly, still naked, still more erect than not.

"Mistress says I have served her well and can bathe, Master," he said in a tone that seemed sincere servitude. He finished, "unless you have duties for me."

"No, it is obvious that you have done your duty, Kenneth," Peter said, returning to packing the bag. "Enjoy the bath. You've deserved it."

The well hung black man smiled to Peter, then did a bit of a respectful head nod to Brooklyn. He turned and waded into the hot spring where he splashed off the sweat from his energetic performance deep inside Susan.

"Shall we?" Peter asked Brooklyn.

She tangled her fingers within his, and he led her to a trail that would take them along a ridge. When they arrived at an overlook, he sat them down close to one another and began talking about his parents. He told her of how he'd had such a wonderful life, about how his parents had encouraged him to be free and liberal and do as he wished. He told her of how much they had loved him and how they'd changed their lives to fit his.

Most of it was total bullshit, but Brooklyn couldn't know that. And Peter wasn't going to tell her. He wanted her to compare her life to his and realize that she had been so horribly treated, even if it had been in the spirit of love and protection.

How would she react? What would she say? And would his story and her story help Peter to rope her into her cell that much quicker?

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brooklyn listened quietly. It was the most open he'd been with her until this point but she didn't know if she could trust it at all. If he was lying he was very good at it; the slight smile on his face as he described his childhood felt very authentic. Although she didn't like her suspicions, she couldn't help but admit he was so handsome when he smiled that way. He blamed this lifestyle on his parents, though he didn't see it as wrong. Using other people for what he wanted and having his parents encourage his liberty was wrong, wasn't it? Had they done this to other girls?

She said nothing in rebuttal when he talked about Susan choosing her daily outfits. What more would this couple take from her? Freedom to shower when she wanted? Control over her bathroom habits? They already chose what she ate; Brooklyn was expected to clean her plates no matter if she was eating with the family or not. She didn't know that this was only the beginning of her new daily routine and that she would be much more rigorously scheduled after she officially took Mr. Tipton as a lover - he had a very high sex drive and required frequent sessions to relieve him.

Brooklyn didn't plan on sticking around long enough to find out what other weird rules they had for her. Instead, she just nodded, curling up against his chest and playing with his roughened fingers. She knew there would be a time when she could no longer refuse him sex, but Brooklyn wanted the loss of virginity to be on her own terms.

This family was very liberal with it. She could see the glistening juices on Kenneth's cock as he passed them for his bath a few minutes ago and Brooklyn was stunned to make the connection that those were Mrs. Tipton's sexual fluids.

Brooklyn had seen the smirk roll across Mr. Tipton's face as he took in what a good job his wife had done pleasing another man. If she was that skilled though, why couldn't she satisfy her husband?

Or was that just another act, too? Pretending that she couldn't so Brooklyn would feel obligated? Mr. Tipton was very responsive and easily taken over the edge so far, unless he was just making it easy for her. She imagined the sick look of accomplishment on his face when he laid eyes on his penis stained with the blood of Brooklyn's maidenhood for the first time and decided she couldn't let that happen. This was all some kind of game for them, wasn't it?

If only Brooklyn knew the horrible things he'd do to her if she didn't give him what he wanted. Maybe she was better not knowing.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Susan had fallen into a restful, post-coital slumber that lasted almost until the return of her husband and his future lover. She donned a sheer negligee that did nothing to hide her shapely body and came out to eat and drink. Kenneth had dressed as well, but in clothes more suited for his the duties. While Susan has been sleeping, he'd put together a barbeque of pork, lamb, fish, and other delicacies, as well as built a hot, clean burning fire that would warm them without filling the air with smoke and soot.

When she emerged, Susan smiled in delight to her lover. "I enjoyed that, Kenneth."

He gave her an exaggerated bow of subservience … then with Susan, laughed. He asked, "Did my little performance help … Mistress."

"Your performance in there with me...?" Susan asked, nodding her head toward the yurt, "Or out here … with my husband and our plaything?"

Kenneth's smile widened, particularly at Susan's use of the words our plaything, not his plaything. He had been present during the training of the 2nd and 3rd slaves, thus he'd seen recruitments which had been both successful and not. He knew that, in the end, Susan got as much joy and pleasure from the chosen girls -- sexual and not -- as did Peter.

"Your performances--" She used the plural. "-- were perfect. I'm sure you helped us with this new girl by showing her that a … slave … can be happy in his duties … or her duties."

Susan had been walking Kenneth's direction, and when she got close he reached out, took her by the elbow, and pulled her to him. He kissed her passionately, then asked, "Am I your slave?"

He wasn't, of course. Kenneth did what he did for Susan -- and indirectly for Peter -- because of his deep gratitude for Susan Tipton and, indirectly, for her husband, Peter. Kenneth had only recently been discharged from the Marine Corps after 12 years, the last 6 of them in Syria with a Black Ops unit that had performed some fairly horrendous things to protect Americans and their allies in the region. He'd been suffering traumatizing and debilitating PTSD when Susan found him living on the streets of Denver. She'd visiting him every day at his squat in an abandoned warehouse, then at the shelter into which she'd gotten him with a significant donation. She'd found him a civilian doctor, a job, an apartment; later, with Peter fully on board, they'd brought him to The Cabin to live. They gave him a purpose for being, the care and protection of the family and their secret life. They took him to their bed, first Susan alone -- again with Peter's full support -- then with Peter's presence, and finally with his participation.

But unlike the girl they'd trained prior to meeting him and the three who would follow -- including Brooklyn -- Kenneth had always been aware of just who and what Susan and Peter Tipton were. He neither approved or disapproved of what they did. He only followed their directions, not as a slave, but as a man who felt he owed them everything.

To his question about his status with her, Susan told Kenneth, "You could never be a slave … to me … to my husband … to anyone."

She kissed him, then turned at movement in the corner of her eye. She smiled, saying with delight, "They're back."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Brooklyn and Peter rejoined the other two.

Brooklyn noted that Susan continued to maintain her proximity to Kenneth throughout the evening and at one point she even let her hand settle dangerously close to his now tucked away package in tight boxer briefs. Peter seemed unperturbed, and Brooklyn, as much as she wanted to be good to get what she wanted, couldn't stop herself.

"So are you guys, what do you call it... oh! Swingers? That your thing or something? Because the last few days have been pretty eye-opening in one hella big way and I don't mean... that," she gestured at Kenneth's lower half vaguely.

"I need to know the truth. This isn't what I'm used to at all. My parents were crazy conservative and my dad would be in the grave if he knew. I think it would be better if I knew what was I was getting into. I know you say I'm not a whore but it really feels that way when you feed me, clothe me, pay for my education and expect me to have sex with you," she demanded. "Why did you pick me? What's really going on?" She begged to know.

 

[HornyDog2017]

"So are you guys, what do you call it... oh! Swingers?

Peter couldn't help but let out a short chuckle at Brooklyn's question. He didn't blame her for wondering that about them. Susan, however, wasn't humored at all. She was sitting nearly opposite the fire from the girl, leaning in close to Kenneth and gently playing a fingertip upon his thigh, close to his all to obviously semi-hardened cock. She stood to fill her champagne flute from the nearby table, then walked slowly toward where the girl was sitting in a two person whicker bench seat with Peter. He knew the expression on her face and stood, feigning needing his own refill, to give his seat to his wife.

"Why did you pick me?" Brooklyn asked. "What's really going on?"

"We aren't swingers, my dear," Susan began with a gentle voice.

As she continued, she occasionally pulled a lock of hair from Brooklyn's face or caressed her arm or touched her cheek or some other loving or maybe intimate gesture. It was important that the teen didn't feel threatened, so Susan adjusted her tone and expressions to seem only friendly and informative.

She launched into an explanation about parents and their different styles of raising children, similar to that of which Peter had spoken up on the hill earlier but even more in depth regarding conservative types. "Brooklyn … your parents raised you the way they did … in the life they did … the closed life … because they didn't understand the other wonderful ways in life can be lived. And people fear what they don't understand. You've seen the way my husband and I live. You've partaken of that life. You've been welcomed into it. Tell me child..."

Susan reached up again to Brooklyn's hair and gently pulled some back as she gave her a sincere smile. "...have you been harmed in any way...? Have we mistreated you in any way...? Have we forced you … threatened you … deprived you of anything you had in your life prior to meeting us...?"

She put it that way -- anything you had PRIOR to meeting us -- so that Brooklyn couldn't claim she was being deprived of electronic communication (the internet, cell phones, texting), none of which she'd had reliably before moving the Cabin. She continued, "Have we not opened you to new experiences that many girls your age cherish or yearn for … experiences that many girls your age will never experience."

Susan gestured to the world around her, asking, "Did we not give you this...? And … what did we force you do in return for all we have given you...? Nothing."

After a brief hesitation in which she looked to Peter, then back, Susan added, "Your parents didn't understand this life … and instead of trying to understand it … instead of partaking … even just once … they labeled it as taboo … even wicked … and forbade you from partaking of it yourself."

Again Susan looked to her husband, then said to Brooklyn in a low whisper with a suggestive smile and twinkle in her eye, "Did you enjoy kissing my husband?"

She would give Brooklyn an opportunity to answer before standing to walk to behind Peter, asking, "Did we force you to kiss Peter..? No. You kissed him because you wanted to kiss him. Does that make you a whore? Of course not."

Susan leaned over from behind her husband, pulled his head up and back, and gave him a delicious, wet kiss. She continued walking, nearing the beautiful black man. "I kiss Kenneth. Why? Because I enjoy it. I'm a married woman, so … do I love my husband less when I kiss Kenneth? Does my husband love me less when I kiss Kenneth?"

"He does not," Peter said, his gaze on Brooklyn as he reached a hand up to clasp fingers with his wife. "I love her more, Brooklyn. Kissing Kenneth makes my wife happy … and that makes me happy. Making love with Kenneth makes my wife happy … and that, too, makes me happy."

Secretly, Peter was referring to both Susan making love to Kenneth and he making love to him as well. But he didn't tell Brooklyn that; she was already having a hard enough time accepting their life style without picturing the two men laying together after a beautiful night of love making or a hard energetic one of fucking.

Susan repeated the lean and kiss with Kenneth that she'd just done with Peter, then continued to walk around the fire back toward Brooklyn. The sun had just dropped behind the mountains, and the changing color and angle of the end of day light silhouetted Susan for a moment, making her almost angelic looking from the teen's seat. She moved to sit next to Brooklyn again, their knees touching as Susan looked into the girl's face.

"We want you to be happy, too, Brooklyn," she said with a soft tone. "Abandon your parent's thinking. It does not serve you well. It does not make you happy, as you deserve to be. We will not pressure you to live the life we do..."

That wasn't true, of course, but Brooklyn didn't know that yet. "But we welcome you into it. You may kiss my husband anytime and as often as you wish … if it will make you happy."

Her smile widened playfully as she continued, "You can kiss Kenneth anytime and as often as you wish as well. I'm sure he would not mind."

"He would not," Kenneth said from his distant seat, he also smiling pleasantry.

Susan's expression got more serious as she suggested, "You may kiss me anytime and as often as you wish, too, Brooklyn."

She hesitated only a brief moment as she casually and gently wetter her lips to let Brooklyn know she was prepared in case the girl chose to follow through. She said in a whisper of true sincerity, "I would not mind."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Her heart was pounding.

She spoke nothing but the truth. She had not been forced to do anything she did not want to. She had only gained since joining this family. It was honest when Mrs. Tipton said her parents weren’t open-minded. Brooklyn herself didn’t know what to believe. She’d been taught her entire life that same sex relations were forbidden, but Brooklyn knew a couple boys at school that had been dating for years and there was nothing different about their relationship at all. Brooklyn had been intrigued by it, but never scared or disgusted.

Now, as Susan hovered so close to the young woman’s body and face as though she planned to kiss her just as she had done the men, a traitorous voice in her mind asked what the harm would be to explore a little now that she had the chance. These people were sexually open and diversified. How does one know they love wine if they don’t try it in the first place? Brooklyn had always been taught that only one person could make a home in one’s heart, but that was a lie, wasn’t it?

It had to be, watching the trio in front of her.

“If I’m not your whore, then what am I? You never answered me when I asked you, why me?” She challenged weakly, believing but also doubtful. It just couldn’t be that they wanted her for her.

“You said... you couldn’t please Mr. Tipton. That was a lie. Wasn’t it? You had no problems with Kenneth. If all you wanted was for me to have sex with your husband, why did you lie? I do better when people tell me the truth. I’m too trusting but I’m not easy to deal with if you wrong me. I’d rather you just be honest. Please.”

Of course they couldn’t be. Not yet. Honesty would send Brooklyn running for the hills and both gentlemen would not be so happy if they had to tear through the trees in the darkness after a silly girl like Brooklyn. Brooklyn herself said the words but there was no real heat to them; she was more invested in seeing where this conversation was going first, but there was no promising she wouldn’t sneak out overnight sometime if she felt threatened, either.

Both men were relaxed as they watched the women and Brooklyn had the stunning realization that this was her chance to make a go of this. She wanted to try to find her purpose and her place here.

Brooklyn gulped down her fear of the unknown and her deep green eyes fluttered in arousal. She’d felt it the other night as she touched Mr. Tipton, unable to identify it, unable to staunch her need for something, wanting so badly... She didn’t think she would want it with a woman, but all she wanted right now...

Her words were too low for anyone but Susan to hear when she said, “and you kiss me because you enjoy it.”

 

[HornyDog2017]

“If I’m not your whore, then what am I? You never answered me when I asked you, why me?”

"Brooklyn, please..." Susan began with a comforting tone, "...please do not think that I am trying to avoid the question. Please don't think that I am hiding something from you, because I am not."

She was, of course. For crying loud, all Susan was doing was hiding things from Brooklyn. She continued, "But the answer to why we picked you is … why not you...?"

Susan gave the teen a moment to contemplate the question, then tried to answer it for her. "Were you content with your life the way it was...? Were you thriving … or … were you just surviving? Were … you … happy??"

She moved a bit closer to Brooklyn, turning her lower body a bit to allow her upper half to be close enough to put her within that personal space in which she would easily lean in and kiss the girl if she chose.

"I don't think you were, Brooklyn," Susan continued with a soft, sensitive voice. "We saw that. Peter and I … even Kenneth … that night in the café, in the rain … after you'd been attacked and we came to your rescue."

Several times over the last couple of weeks, Susan or Peter or Kenneth had spoken of that night in which one of the latter's thug friends attacked Brooklyn, feigning to be attempting to rape her. And each time, they'd used words and descriptions for two purposes: one, to make Brooklyn even more fearful of the outside world and to feel as though her life -- or at the least her purity of body -- had very nearly come to end that night; and two, to make Brooklyn even more thankful of the rescue for which the trio of them were responsible, to endear her to them even more deeply.

"We don't think you were happy … we didn't think you were happy. And … we wanted you to be happy. Even more so, my sweet girl..." Susan reached a hand out to gently caress Brooklyn's face again. "Even more so, we knew we could make you happy … we felt … as though it was our calling."

They talked some more, and then Brooklyn reminded Susan, “You said... you couldn’t please Mr. Tipton. That was a lie. Wasn’t it? You had no problems with Kenneth. If all you wanted was for me to have sex with your husband, why did you lie? I do better when people tell me the truth. I’m too trusting but I’m not easy to deal with if you wrong me. I’d rather you just be honest. Please.”

Susan smiled and even chuckled a bit. She looked to the impressive man sitting just beyond her husband. "Did I have any problems pleasing you tonight Kenneth?"

Kenneth laughed as well. "No problems pleasing me, Mistress. If anything, I had problems pleasing you."

"Brooklyn, I think there has been a misunderstanding," Susan continued, still with her soft, loving tone. "I never meant that I could not physically … sexually please my husband. My husband and I have an incredible sex life. But our relationship goes much farther than that. Our happiness … our satisfaction … goes far beyond simple physical pleasure. It goes deeper … down to the soul..."

As she said that, Susan reached a hand out and pressed it to Brooklyn's sternum. It was meant to imply that the soul was there, in Brooklyn's chest. But Susan also wanted the touch of her hand -- of her fingers, which sank softly into the flesh of the teen's firm breasts -- to feel … intimate to the girl as well.

"I could make love to my husband all day long … giving him orgasm after orgasm..." she said, her hand still pressed to Brooklyn's shapely bosom, "...and it still wouldn't make him as happy as when I gave you to him … as when you went to him on that patio … when you comforted him with your caring, loving touch. I sent you to him … but … you … you gave yourself to him in a way no one ever had before. It made Peter very happy … it made me very happy … and, I believe … it made you very happy … to know that you could cause a man such deep, meaningful joy."

Susan had been ever so slowly leaning in toward Brooklyn as she spoke, and when she reached the end of her well practiced monologue, she leaned in that last two inches and ever so gently touched her lips to the girl's own. When she pulled their lips ever so slightly apart, Susan whispered Brooklyn's words back to her, "I kiss you … because I enjoy it … and it makes me happy."

 

[Cum_Inside]

“I wasn’t happy but that doesn’t explain why some rich couple just picked me off the streets,” she shrugged, still confused even if Susan’s explanations left her with butterflies in her stomach. Brooklyn felt wanted. She felt important.

Why not her?

When the conversation switched to that night she’d come to live with them, Brooklyn couldn’t help her confusion. She had never really specified what had happened; never once had she mentioned to the Tiptons she’d been ambushed and groped in the middle of the night. How did they know she’d been attacked at all?

She was embarrassed about her assumption that the Mrs. could not please her husband. She understood that it had never made sense from the get to. Knowing what she knew now was so much better on her peace of mind. But it brought up another niggling concern she had.

“When I gave you to him.”

It sounded ominous and made her feel small, as though she were nothing but a toy. Would she be set aside after the fun had passed tomorrow and they realized how much work it really was to keep her in decent condition? Was she no better than a game to them?

This evening had been terribly informative. It brought many questions to the forefront but it also provided answers to queries she hadn’t even asked yet.

Although she let Mrs. Tipton close in on her mouth to kiss her chastely, Brooklyn was pretty sure all she wanted from these people was to run as far, far away from whatever sinister play they were putting on. Kenneth didn’t see it; calling this woman Mistress like it was normal, everyday occurrence and totally acceptable anywhere but the bedroom. It was sketchy.

They knew things about her she had said nothing about.

Brooklyn needed to know just how much they knew and what they planned to do with that knowledge. As much as her body wanted to recoil from the kiss, nothing to do with the fact that another woman was in her personal space and attached at the mouth, more so her intense fear that the motivation of these people was not good, Brooklyn forced herself to close her eyes and accept the smooch with no argument.

Sometimes you have to go deeper into the tunnel to find the light at the other end.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Susan was skilled at reading body language, and she could tell that Brooklyn wasn't ready for physical intimacy from her. It wasn't as if Susan had been planning on seducing Brooklyn, of course. She'd only kissed her and spoken of the two of them being intimate to emphasize to the teen that they were all open to such physical involvement with one another.

She pulled her mouth back casually and smiled. She said in whisper, "See...? I'm happy."

She touched her hand to Brooklyn's face again, stood, turned to the men, and said, "I'm feel like S'mores. Anyone else?"

The two men chimed in, each hopping up to take part of preparing the sticks, crackers, chocolate, or marshmallows. Susan asked the teen, "Can you roast a marshmallow without setting it ablaze?"

<<<< ## >>>>​

They finished off another bottle of champagne, a strange combination with the S'mores, before Kenneth and Susan went inside the yurt to lay out the lay out the bedding. Peter had been checking his watch frequently and eventually took the teen by the hand and said, "Come with me, Brooklyn."

They walked a hundred yards down a bark'o'mulch path, away from the lights of the camp. When they arrived, Peter wrapped his arm around Brooklyn's waist and marveled at the Milky Way which was so incredibly visible here that he told her, "It makes you feel as though you could just walk from one to the next to the next … across the entire galaxy."

Peter turned his attention to the northwest, checked his watch's luminescent hands, and a moment later pointed out a fast moving light. "The International Space Station. It's catching the light of the sun … reflection, not actual lights, of course."

He spent several minutes talking about how big the universe was and about how sometimes he felt so small within it. He talked about the great work that was being done by greater people than he. "That is why your Mistress and I are so involved in our community … why we donate our time and money … to feel more than just … flecks of dust in the universe. We don't always understand the part we are playing. Sometimes we don't understand the specifics of how our money is being used … or understand why the seemingly meaningless task we are doing is important. But … in the end, we always see the good that comes from our money and our efforts. We might not understand … but we do it … because we know it makes others happy."

Peter turned to Brooklyn, took her upper arms into his hands, and looked into her eyes. "You play a part in the universe, too, Brooklyn. And you play a part in this family. I know that you have a lot of questions … I know that you may not always understand what we are asking of you. But trust me, Brooklyn … what we ask of you … what you do for us … it all matters. It makes us happy … and when your Mistress and I are happy, you will find that you, too, will be happy."

He chuckled a bit, then pulled a folded envelope from the pocket of his shorts. "This is for you. You won't be able to read it out here under the stars, so let's head back."

They reached the yurt and went inside. Brooklyn may have noticed that in the middle of the room where she might have expected 4 beds or at least 3 there was only one, king sized pad with bedding over it to be shared by all four of them ; that Kenneth was slipping under one side of the bedding in only a pair of tight fitting jockey shorts that highlighted the shape and size of his cock; and that Susan was sitting on a bench, cleaning her skin with a wet rag while wearing only a pair of boy shorts.

But before she could say anything, Peter urged Brooklyn to open the envelope. In it was a letter from her university explaining that an anonymous party had paid her $14,000 fee to attend a special 4 day event relative to her degree that was taking place in Montreal in two weeks. Peter's smile spread with delight as he told her, "Obviously, we are the anonymous party."

 

[Cum_Inside]

It was Peter’s way of telling her not to ask questions but to just shut up and be grateful.

She was, but money didn’t help her concerns any.

Brooklyn bowed her head and clenched the letter in between both fists. She would never be able to pay this back. For four days they’d spent more for a trip than she had for a whole two years of tuition, which she still struggled with. It was too much.

“I can’t take this,” she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. “I can’t even begin to imagine this much money. I...”

Brooklyn knew that the couple would tell her that it was okay to accept their generosity. Her suspicious nature was screaming but her heart couldn’t hear it over the excitement. She’d wanted an opportunity like this for years but now that it was in front of her it was hard to believe.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Thank you,” she finally said, voice cracking with emotion.

Peter and Susan waved it off, directing her that they could discuss it closer to the date.

They all settled for bed and Brooklyn laid there in a stressful coil of muscles between the spouses for what seemed like forever, but they kept a respectful distance from her. With the exception of their underwear, all three companions were naked. Brooklyn slept in a T-shirt and her panties.

She was a squirmer though. Brooklyn woke in the morning before anyone else, peeking one sleepy green eye open to observe her surroundings. It hadn’t been a dream at all, then. One of her legs was thrown up and over Mrs. Tipton’s hips and the other was stretched out just enough so that her cold toes brushed the skin of Peter’s ankle.

She took a moment to look over them all.

Each of them were perfect, faces relaxed in sleep and so very soft in appearance first thing in the morning. Brooklyn would not envision the Tiptons as two people who manipulated anyone for anything in this light but yet again, she didn’t really know them.

Brooklyn had just wiggled into a more comfortable position on her back when she happened to glance over and see Kenneth waking, yawn loud in the shared space.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Last evening:

Brooklyn looked at what to her was a fortune but to the Tiptons was a weekend in New York City and, with tears gathering in her eyes, said, “I can’t take this. I can’t even begin to imagine this much money. I...”

"You will take it," Peter said, his lips wide with a smile, "and you will go to this … this thing, whatever it is--"

Peter and Susan knew very well what the thing was. They had investigated it thoroughly, and had even made arrangements to keep an eye on Brooklyn while she was there, though, they obviously weren't going to tell her that. Peter continued, "--and you will make us proud."

He kissed her on the forehead, and Susan -- up and moving past Brooklyn toward her side of the community bed in just her panties -- took a moment to hug the teen, her breasts pressing firmly against the other woman's body, before kissing her on the cheek and mirroring her husband's demands.

“Thank you,” Brooklyn said, voice cracking with emotion.

They all settled for bed. The couple had given Brooklyn the choice of where to sleep relative to the others, while Kenneth -- who breathing announced that he was already asleep -- added nothing to the decision at all.

Susan found it very satisfying that Brooklyn had chosen to sleep between her and her husband; most teenage girls would have chose to sleep on the outside with a woman between them and the men. With what Peter had told her about his interactions with Brooklyn, as well as what she'd been seeing with her one eyes either in person or on the home's surveillance system, Susan was feeling very good about the progress they were making in the teen eventually becoming her husband's lover.

During the night, each time Brooklyn squirmed -- which was often -- Susan would awake. She'd never slept very well next to another person initially; it had taken the first full 9 months of her marriage not to wake up every time Peter rolled or shifted in there bed. Oh, she usually drifted right back to sleep without hardly even noticing. But tonight, with Brooklyn, she wanted to notice and remain awake.

At one point, the teen -- who had been on her back initially -- rolled to her right and spooned up against Peter. Susan rose up on her elbow to study the pair, wondering whether it would become more than just casual proximity. But alas, a minute later, Brooklyn rolled to her back once again. Susan studied her a bit, then laid down herself.

The next time she woke, the shapely brunette had rolled to her instead. Susan lifted her arm up and around Brooklyn's head, hesitated a moment, and received the gift of the teen laying her head into her shoulder and right breast as her knee slipped up over her midsection. Susan gently wrapped her arm around Brooklyn's neck, laying her hand upon the girl's shoulder to welcome her into her embrace. She was pleased when Brooklyn snuggled in even closer and laid an arm over her lower rib cage, just barely in contact with the lover curvatures of her not-all-natural-anymore breasts.

As they laid there, Susan could feel Brooklyn's groin just barely against her hip. She gave it just the slightest little pressure … a bit of encouragement. Susan smiled with delight when, a moment later, the still sleeping teen pressed her panties-protected pussy firmly against her hip … and moaned subconsciously as she grinded once, then twice more before ceasing contact and rolling to her back again. Susan studied Brooklyn for a moment and wondered what kinds of dreams she'd been having ... and whether she would remember them in the morning.

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This morning:

Susan fell asleep again and stirred much later in the still-dark morning as Brooklyn again moved in close and swung a knee over her body. Susan fell back to sleep, this time not encouraging the teen. She wasn't awake when Brooklyn returned to the land of the living...

...but Kenneth was. He was watching Brooklyn as she studied the scene. He smiled, lifted a finger to his lips to indicate she should be quiet, then gestured her with a curling finger to follow him. He whispered, "We need to start breakfast."

He rose, again showing off his well toned, muscular body, as well as the impressive bulge so very obvious in his tight fitting jockeys. He donned a pair of sweats, both tops and bottoms as well as slippers, and headed out of the yurt. He opened the anti-bear food locker to begin breakfast, expecting the teen to join him as this would be her duty back at The Cabin on her work day, which today was.

"They like you, Brooklyn … they like you very much," he told her when she joined him at the masonry cook area.

He had propane gas burners running, heating water for the French Press coffee maker and pans for the meats, eggs, and other food he and Brooklyn would be making. He gave her some instructions that differed from what Susan had been teaching her in the kitchen back at the house. Then, once everything was in the container it should be in and heating up, he took Brooklyn's hand and led her over to a couple of chairs to have a heart to heart.

"The Master and Mistress--" he began, those two descriptors spoken with a sincere tone, "--are people who can make your life very happy … very comfortable. They can do things for you that very few others could … or even would. They will ask things of you that you will not understand at first. But, in the end, you will understand … and you will be very happy that you … complied."

Kenneth hadn't been about to use that word, but he felt that it more generously conveyed his meaning. He continued with a serious tone that was also supposed to comfort Brooklyn, "You should question them less. Just … go with it when they ask things of you that you don't quite get. And … and this will be hard to accept … because you are young and … inexperienced."

He smiled and even blushed a bit, which wasn't a hard thing to detect in a man of his skin tone, and continued, "Naïve and innocent are probably the right words … but please, Brooklyn … don't take these as criticisms. What I wouldn't give to be your age and your innocence again..."

He looked to the ground between them with a suddenly solemn look in his face. His memories of the fighting in Syria, Iran, and places of which he couldn't even speak had left a mark. But Susan had alleviated Kenneth's PTSD with her kindness and strange approach to life, and he was able to operate now almost as a normal human being.

"If you wish to be truly happy, Brooklyn, and do something good with your life," he continued, looking up into her eyes now. He started away from the only slightly inaccurate path and headed right down wrong way road as he told her, "Do what you are asked to do, when you are asked to do it … and more importantly … how you are told to do it … without question."

A sizzling pop drew Kenneth's attention, and he hurried to the cooking area. He got involved in the meal, and a moment later Peter, then Susan joined them, dressed casually but at least dressed for the morning's activities. They would all eat a delicious meal, after which Susan and Peter would again strip to the skin to enjoy the pool again, inviting Brooklyn to join them. If she did, they would each at times move close to the teen with seemingly friendly intentions, all the while ready to create more intimate moments if the girl seems ready and willing to partake.

 

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Brooklyn considered Kenneth’s words as they prepared the food and waited for the sleepy couple to wake. What he said made a lot of sense, and Brooklyn was certain that the advice would help her lull the Tipton’s into relaxing around her and letting something slip. Brooklyn would do as Kenneth told her.

When the Tiptons finally woke, both pressed a kiss to the top of Brooklyn’s hair and ate quickly before they decided they wanted to drink their morning coffee while they took a warm dip in the pool. Brooklyn was invited as well, of course, and with Kenneth’s words rolling around in her mind, Brooklyn shed her clothing with much less hesitance than yesterday and climbed into the water to join her benefactors.

Today, the Tiptons were much more tactile with her. Something had shifted in them overnight because either of them were always laying a hand on her in some regard or playing with her hair, rubbing her arms, etc. She didn’t shy away.

They chatted and laughed together and it made the teen feel a bit more comfortable around them. Even though something felt off these people had been genuinely nice to her and Brooklyn was happy, just like they’d talked about last night. Some part of her wanted to be a part of them (for even though Susan kept saying she’d be Peter’s lover, Brooklyn saw Susan’s heavy looks and intense stares at Brooklyn’s body). She had an inkling that Susan wanted her as well.

Something really had shifted overnight: there was still consideration for Brooklyn’s needs, but after the Tiptons had spoken about her closeted parents and the world she had been missing, they were a bit more demonstrative. That included this morning’s event: Mrs. Tipton set her coffee mug down to mount her husband’s lap with her knees on either side of his hips. Because Brooklyn had been sitting between them again (as she was told to), Susan’s leg was pressed tightly against Brooklyn’s. She started to move away to make room for the couple but Susan shot her a dark look and told her not to move.

Brooklyn didn’t, even when the couple’s passionate kissing seemed to be deepening and hands began searching lower. One of Susan’s hands reached for Brooklyn’s and the other slid down her husband’s body to reach for his now erect cock, rising in the space between their bellies. Eyes locked on Brooklyn, Susan raised onto her knees and aimed that girthy tool at the entrance to her vaginal opening.

She dropped until she was sitting in his lap with no room between them, cock ploughing deeply inside her.

Brooklyn gasped.

Susan and Peter both smiled as they made love next to their girl slowly, one of Susan’s hands still clasped with Brooklyn’s to help her feel like she was part of this relationship. Like she was wanted. She had no other place but with this couple and they planned to make that clear.

Someday soon Susan would be the one watching as Peter spread Brooklyn’s thighs and took her for the first time, stealing away the only thing Brooklyn had left of her past, and made her theirs officially. Susan couldn’t wait for that moment: watching Brooklyn’s face and soothing her as she took her man for the first of many times, knowing that the sheets were staining with the sign of the teen’s surrender they’d worked so hard for.

It would be phenomenal.

Brooklyn’s birthday was coming up soon. Hopefully by then her conditioning would be in full effect and the only thing she wanted was her Master’s cock inside her perfect, tight little body, ready to please him for the rest of their lives. What a present that would be.