Because Big Sister Says So!

[EmpressJosephine]

Ready to Serve



Marie gasped silently when Cathy entered the kitchen dressed as the perfect mistress, in all black. The harsh promise of her stiletto pumps contrasted cruelly with the soft sexiness of her velvet dress, which, while not too tight, displayed perfectly her full round breasts, tiny waist, and narrow but feminine hips. Marie assumed correctly that Cathy wore the provocative black lingerie and stockings she bought that afternoon and so that the short dress barely hid the silky skin of her upper thighs above the tops of her stockings. Marie groaned almost perceptibly as her desire to kiss Cathy there, and further up, exacerbated the lustful desperation wrought by her already supercharged libido.

“H– How can I...” Marie glanced at her younger sister Casey, who appeared to survey their oldest sister as much with admiration as desire. “How may we now serve you, Mistress?”

 

[CCorteeze]

"How may we now serve you, Mistress?" Marie asked, her voice quavering with unsatiated desire.

Cathy appreciated how automatically Marie now simply assumed she must follow her commands. To remind Marie further of her place, Cathy turned away from her and spoke to Karen first. "Go wake your Master. Tell him our surprise guest arrives soon and that he should freshen up. If he wants sex, tell him you are under my orders not to give him any before our guest arrives."

Cathy then turned to Marie, addressing her by her assigned epithet. "Lesbian Slut, I need you to set the table in the dining room. Set it for three... me, Gus, and our guest. You sluts will serve us, either standing up, or on your hands and knees under the table, so you won't need plates. Now get to it."

Donning an apron to protect her little black dress, Cathy made the final preparations for the dinner she planned. While she liked the menu she'd created -- broiled salmon over blanched spinach on a bed of jasmine rice -- she knew that, in the end, the food would be what they all remembered least about the coming evening.

 

[KaseE]

Casey found Gus still sleeping on the living room sofa. She paused a moment to admire her new master. His six foot height meant he extended the full length of the couch. A frequent swimmer who still worked summers and school breaks at his father's lumberyard, the blue sweater he wore --- which she knew would perfectly complement his blue eyes and wavy blonde hair --- did little to hide his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

She had many times also admired the lean muscular legs now inside his black slacks. With that body, she had always enjoyed seeing him in summer in shorts or a swimming suit. Making love with him over these past twenty hours had exceeded the fantasies those glimpses had inspired. She worried slightly that the guest Cathy had joining them shortly might decrease her time with him, but suspected if so, that Cathy would somehow compensate her.

She knelt down next to him and presumed to softly kiss his lips before whispering in his ear. "Wake up, Master. Mistress says our guest will be here soon."

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

Gus smiled when he woke to find Casey gazing at him with her bright blue eyes. He could see the love they contained and knew her devotion grew out of much more than the servitude Cathy had assigned her. He moved his left hand behind her neck and pulled her down to him for a passionate French kiss.

 

[KaseE]

Casey allowed herself to thoroughly enjoy Gus's passionate kiss, using her practiced tongue to reply in kind. She could feel the moisture building in her intimate folds. She wanted him so badly, but Cathy had forbidden any more sex before her mystery guest arrived. It took all of Casey's willpower not to move her hand down to Gus's manhood.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Preparing



Marie started toward the kitchen cabinet holding the everyday plates, then thought better of it. Without checking with Cathy, she turned around and walked into the adjoining formal dining room, actually an extension of the large livingroom where Gus remained on the couch with Casey kissing him awake. She smiled at the sight, feeling no jealousy. She loved both of them too much not to revel in the happiness they shared, and in which she ultimately expected to join when Cathy released her from purely lesbian thralldom.

Walking around the diningroom table, already bearing a royal blue linen tablecloth, she opened a glass door of the china cabinet on the far wall. She decided she should treat the coming dinner as a special occasion. She removed three plates, setting one in the middle of that side of the table, and one at each end.

Admiring how the delicate porcelain with its fluted gold edging shone under the room’s chandelier, she hoped it would impress their guest. She had thought through the events and circumstances of the past twenty-four hours and deduced the most likely identity of Cathy’s mystery invitee. She wondered if Cathy thought it would upset her. Marie even thought that it should bother her but — glancing again to where Gus now responded passionately to Casey’s kisses — having shared Gus with her sisters, she realized the logic of this next step. Indeed, the very perversity of it, she discovered, turned her on all the more.

 

[CCorteeze]

Cathy scowled when Marie walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room without any supplies for setting the table. Having gained some wisdom, however, in her growing experience as a dominatrix, Cathy did not immediately scold or correct her. Instead, she moved to where she could observe Marie though the doorway.

Her frown turned into a smile when she saw Marie open the china cabinet and retrieve three plates. By the time Cathy crossed the kitchen and entered the dining room, her sister had set one in the middle of the far side of the table, and one at each end.

"Great thinking, Slut!" Cathy praised her. "You always exceed my expectations. I'm so glad I made you a slave. Use the good silver and crystal, too. Set water goblets and wine glasses. Tonight's going to be a wonderful and wild occasion!"

 

[Dawn_ODay]

What Dawn suspected and imagined the evening held in store for her had her whole body buzzing with lust. Just as she’d had to resist using her vibrator when she first got home, she fought off the urge to masturbate in the shower. This became especially difficult as she washed her womanhood. She wanted it as fresh as possible.

Although she had shaved her legs and armpits before work that morning, she carefully did so again. Then, just to make sure she’d missed nothing, she again washed her whole body. She moaned audibly when she lathered then rinsed her crotch and butt crack, but then allowed herself just the slightest tickle of her clitoris. She hoped the running water kept her sister, who had an adjoining bedroom, from hearing her lustful gasp.

She stepped out of the shower and began to towel off, considering her cloudy reflection in the fogged mirror as she did. A little over five feet and seven inches tall, and a bit under 120 pounds, Dawn, like her mother and sisters, found it relatively easy to stay in shape. Her older sisters had both earned varsity letters playing tennis in high school, while her little sister, the ultimate tomboy, seemed to excel in every athletic endeavor. With a more intellectual bend, Dawn did not compete in sports, but liked to ride her bicycle on long meanderings as often as possible. In the winter, she kept fit on her mother’s stationary bike.

Dawn squeezed the last of the water from her hair and dropped the towel to the bathroom floor. She wanted to image how Gus would react when he saw her naked for the first time. She occasionally had a habit of slouching, so she straightened her back, raising her pert, conical breasts. Her nipples, usually like pencil erasers surrounded by pink areolas the diameter of a quarter, remained erect with dark and constricted areolas, both from the chill of drying off and her incessant lust. She had a slender waist, narrow hips, and long, thin legs. A small triangle of dark brown curls hid the details of her plump vulva. She felt she could face her ex-boyfriend confidently.

Wanting to get as comfortable with nudity as she could, she did not wrap a towel around herself as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. There, she considered her wardrobe. In warmer weather, she would wear a skirt. Instead, she chose a pair of white corduroy Levi’s slacks like an older pair that Gus had always said complimented her bottom. Next, she found a soft, fuzzy cowl-neck sweater. Its turquoise shade both complemented her bright blue eyes and set off the slight auburn in her hair, which usually looked simple brown. She found a pair of argyle socks dominated by matching shades of blue.

She left her selection of underwear for last. She didn’t have anything to match the sweater, so settled for a dark blue, lace trimmed bra with matching panties. Over these she added a white camisole before donning the rest of the outfit. Once dressed, she went back down the hall and knocked on the door of her younger sister Colleen, universally known as "George," after George of the Jungle.

“Come in!” her sister yelled from in her room. Dawn opened the door and stepped in.

“Hey, George... when Mom get’s home, tell her I’m... um....” Dawn felt her face get warm and hoped it didn’t show as a flush. “Let her know I’m meeting friends for dinner. I’ll probably be home kinda late.”

“Will do!” Colleen replied with the slight suggestion of a chuckle and upturned eyebrow suggesting she recognized Dawn had something more interesting planned, but didn’t press. Feeling relieved by that, Dawn went downstairs. She pulled on a pair of cowboy boots and tucked the tight cuffs of her slacks inside. Then she put on a down-filled coat, a pair of white earmuffs, and white knit gloves, grabbed her keys, and went out to her car. The chill winter air did nothing to alleviate the fire of her libido.

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

After a long and breathless moment, Gus broke their passionate kiss. He glanced down and laughed a bit to discover Casey dressed, doubtlessly as part of one of Cathy's schemes, in a dull and ugly waitress uniform. Casey squatting next to the couch on which he lay drew its skirt up sufficiently to show the top of her left stocking, secured by a garter. Gus always found such hints of sexuality exciting and, as he resumed their kiss, reached down to stroke his hand up the inside of Casey's thigh, confirming she wore no panties.

 

[KaseE]

Casey moaned audibly into their kiss when Gus's hand stroked up her inner thigh to brush her damp folds. She wanted nothing more at that moment than to surrender to him, but Cathy had trained her too well to succumb to this desire. She pulled away, almost falling over as she remained squatting next to the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Master," she sighed. "Mistress has forbidden us to have sex before our guest arrives."

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

Gus's brow furled in confusion when Casey pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Master," she explained. "Mistress has forbidden us to have sex before our guest arrives."

"Oh, that's right," he replied with a voice made scratchy by sleep. The nap he had taken did not entirely compensate for the sexual exertions of the past twenty-four hours. "I'd almost forgot."

He sat up and and began putting on his shoes. Glancing up and out the front window, he saw it had grown dark outside. "What time is it, anyway?"

 

[CCorteeze]

Cathy heard the voices in the livingroom and entered in time to hear Gus ask Casey the time.

"It's almost six o'clock," Cathy interjected. "Our guest will be here soon. Casey, go help Lesbian Slut finish setting the table. Gus, darling, please go wait for our guest in the family room. It would be... um... unseemly for you to be here near the window when she arrives."

In truth, Cathy simply wanted to stage things so that she saw each of her slaves faces when they saw whom she had invited for dinner.

 

[KaseE]

Casey obediently joined Marie setting the dining room table, worried how the latter might react if the unidentified guest turned out to be whom Casey suspected. When she saw Marie laying out the family's good china, crystal, and silverware, she decided to broach the subject.

"Mistress is certainly going fancy for our mystery guest," Casey whispered. "Have you given any thought to who it might be?"

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

Eighteen years old, Gus always lingered moments away from a raging erection, especially when he first awoke. Kissing passionately, then forbidden further contact with, Casey, along with the intrigue suggested, and adventure implied, by Cathy's mystery guest, had turned him hard. He grunted with discomfort as he stood.

His stiff organ now poked through the right leg hole of his briefs. Its engorged head pushed out the thin wool-polyester blend of his slacks, making its outline fully discernable. He took a moment trying to adjust himself through the fabric, albeit with no success. He had to actually open his belt and slip his hand inside the front of his slacks to reposition and constrain his penis inside his underwear.

He turned to find Cathy still in the doorway that led from the living room to the kitchen and family room. Surprised that he could still blush after all they had done together, he shrugged slightly and smiled at her with embarrassment.

 

[CCorteeze]

Cathy leaned in the livingroom doorway and smiled watching Gus adjust himself inside his pants. She chuckled when he turned toward her and blushed with embarrassment about his condition. She then strode to him, aware of how she looked in her little black velvet dress, black seamed stockings, and stiletto heel pumps. She stopped and gently kissed his smooth cheek, above his well-trimmed beard.

"Don't worry," she whispered sensually as she stroked his hard penis, held back by his briefs, through the thin fabric of his slacks. "You're just how I want you for our guest."

Without another word, she walked past him and went to the front window to close the drapes.

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

Gus turned to head to the family room, as Cathy had instructed, and saw Marie and Casey setting the table in the dining room. He chuckled seeing Marie dressed in the same dull and ugly waitress uniform as her younger sister. As he walked past and settled into a recliner in the family room, he mused that, had he selected their outfits, he would have probably picked the sexy French maid look. He assumed, only partially correctly, that Cathy picked such drab clothing to humiliate them in front of their expected guest.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Partial Confession



“Mistress is certainly going fancy for our mystery guest,” Casey whispered as she helped Marie finish preparing the three place settings with the family’s best dishes. “Have you given any thought to who it might be?”

“I’m thinking it’s Gus’s ex, Dawn,” Marie replied in an equally hushed tone. “You know, the waitress from today.”

She paused long enough to see in her sister’s face that Casey had reached the same conclusion, and then continued. “And using the fancy china was my idea. I think having Dawn here will make Gus happy, so... it makes me happy. I want Dawn to feel like she’s welcome.”

She did not further confess to her sister that the perversity of her welcoming her boyfriend’s previous girlfriend into their sexual adventures, and her sense of helplessness to stop it even if she wanted to, actually had her buzzing with lust. Even after all they had shared and exposed about their kinky feelings over the past twenty-four hours, this still seemed a bit too twisted to admit.

 

[CCorteeze]

Living in one of a line of houses on acre lots along an old country road, Cathy and her sisters frequently saw cars slow down as drivers scanned addresses on pole mounted mailboxes. As she closed the front window curtains, Cathy saw one such vehicle slowly approaching their property. In the dark, she could not see the driver but thought she recognized the Volkswagen Beetle from the parking lot of the restaurant where she had met Dawn that afternoon. She finished closing the drapes and hurried across the living room to the dining area where Casey and Marie continued making tiny adjustments to the three place settings of fine china, silverware, and crystal. Cathy surveyed the table and nodded.

"Nicely done, Sluts," she reassured her younger sisters. "Now get in the kitchen and wait. I think I saw our guest pulling up."

Cathy smiled deviously thinking of how her three slaves might react to the surprise she had planned for them.

 

[KaseE]

For a moment, it surprised Casey how calmly, even amicably, Marie accepted the idea of Gus's ex-girlfriend Dawn coming to dinner. Casey knew she must understand it probably meant that Cathy would try to seduce Dawn into their sexual activities. This could very well lead to Gus making love to Dawn this evening, even while Marie herself remained off limits to him.

Then Casey had to chuckle at herself. Marie had already accepted incestuous lesbian sexual enslavement which included letting her sisters sleep with Gus. Funny, Casey thought, how that already seemed "normal" to her. In reality, including Dawn into the group presented a less radical step, as it did not involve incest. Casey took a breath to comment on this when Cathy stepped up and inspected the dinning room table they had set.

"Nicely done, Sluts," Cathy told them. "Now get in the kitchen and wait. I think I saw our guest pulling up."

Casey took Marie's hand, gave it a reassuring squeeze, and led her to the kitchen.

 

[Dawn_ODay]

In the winter darkness of a secluded country road, Dawn had to nearly stop before each house to try to read the weathered numbers on the rural mailboxes set in the gravel of the far shoulder. Finally she found one that, though almost too faded to read, appeared to match the address Marie's sister Cathy had given her earlier that day. She also thought she saw Gus and Cathy in the home's front room, just before the latter drew the curtains. Then, as she pulled into the driveway, she recognized the car already parked there as one of Gus's parent's Oldsmobiles.

Seeing the familiar car, in which Gus had often picked her up back when they dated, quickened her breath. Suddenly, the abstract notion of submitting to some erotic adventure that would reunite her with him became frighteningly concrete. Marie would be there, and Dawn still had not determined the significance of the tag on the collar her rival had worn at lunch: "Lesbian Slut." Had Marie become homosexual and left Gus? Then why had he joined her and her sisters at lunch? And why would Marie wear that collar publicly when with only her sisters, while Casey wore one saying "Eager Slave"?

Despite having three sisters herself, all of them lovely, Dawn had simply never before thought about lesbian incest. She considered herself straight. While she appreciated feminine beauty, and recognized it in many women, including those in her family, making love with any woman had simply never crossed her mind. Now she wondered what Cathy had in mind.

She considered shifting her little Volkswagon into reverse and just leaving, but decided she had come too far to do so. First, the people inside almost certainly already knew she had arrived. Gus and Cathy had probably spied her pulling in before shutting the drapes. Also, she had now sat in the driveway for at least a minute thinking, with the Beetle's distinctive engine running and headlights on. If she left now, Gus would know she had rejected this opportunity to reunite with him. Just as bad, she would certainly herself come to regret missing this chance.

Drawing a full breath, she sighed, then shut off the engine and lights. The car door creaked slightly with the cold as she opened it, stepped out, and shut it. She walked up the driveway, crossed to the stoop, and stood a moment, automatically smoothing her coat. Again taking a deep breath, she pressed the doorbell button.

 

[CCorteeze]

Cathy worked with Marie and Casey putting the finishing touches on dinner while she waited for Dawn to arrive. When the doorbell finally rang at 6:03 o'clock, Cathy silently sighed. Given the circumstances, she worried Dawn might back out of her invitation at the last minute.

Cathy walked to the front door well aware of the image she presented in her little black dress, black stockings, and black stiletto heeled pumps. When she opened the door, a blast of frigid air further hardened her already stiff nipples, making them press visibly under the tight bodice of her velvet dress. The lovely brunette she had met at lunch stood on the stoop.

"Hello Dawn," Cathy grinned. "Welcome! Please,come in out of the cold."

 

[Dawn_ODay]

"Welcome!" Cathy's words manifested as visible vapor as the winter cold reached her, also making her nipples protrude under the black velvet of her dress. "Please, come in out of the cold."

Dawn realized she had unconsciously looked blatantly up and down her hostess. Cathy's black patent leather pumps and black stockings gave the little black dress she wore a suggestion of formality. Dawn stepped inside as Cathy stepped out of her way. Unzipping her coat, Dawn glanced down at her own outfit of a turquoise cowl-neck sweater, tight white corduroy jeans, and cowboy boots. She felt her already pink cheeks redden.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I didn't know I should've dressed up."

 

[CCorteeze]

Not that she needed an excuse, but Cathy used Dawn's apology about her attire for an opportunity to inspect her guest from head to toe. A few inches taller than Cathy and her sisters, Dawn had a slender body with pert breasts and sharp narrow hips. Now made up for dinner rather than sweating at work, Dawn looked even prettier than Cathy remembered. Her strikingly bright blue eyes and fair complexion contrasted with the dark brown hair cascading down beyond her shoulders.

"You look fine," Cathy reassured her. "It's cold out there. You were smart not to wear a skirt. Now... you can toss your coat on the sofa, then let's go see everyone else."

Cathy headed toward the family room without looking back to confirm whether Dawn followed.

 

[Dawn_ODay]

As she led Dawn across the living room, the seams running down the back of Cathy's black stockings drew Dawn's attention. They highlighted the feminine shape of her calves, added an additional elegance to her outfit, and suggested many things to Dawn. Clearly Cathy had dressed for more than dinner.

Having two older sisters had diminished much of Dawn's earlier naivete caused by their overly protective mother. Dawn had especially learned a lot from her second oldest sister, Kerry, who already made good money modeling despite still attending college. Kerry had even done some fetish shoots, so Dawn knew seamed stockings were popular in S&M circles. That, along with Cathy's sisters' collars at lunch, made Dawn wonder again if she should have accepted this invitation.

Still, despite this renewed doubt, she couldn't leave now. She did not know which would bother her more, Gus knowing she rejected at the last moment this opportunity to renew their relationship, or Marie knowing she had chickened out and surrendered Gus to her and her sisters. Not wanting either of them to think these things of her, she followed Cathy through the door that led to the kitchen and family room.

 

[CCorteeze]

As they reached the end of the short hallway, with the kitchen on the left and the family room straight ahead, Cathy pulled Dawn into everyone's view.

"Please welcome our dinner guest," Cathy said forcefully. Her smile turned predatory. "I believe you all already know her."