Oops Chapter 12

Her mother hesitated, but took the money. "Well... okay."

Brynna hugged her again, kissing her cheek. "Everything's going to be fine, Mom. I promise."

Angie bit her lip. "I hope so, honey. I... I'm not sure I can do this."

"You can," Brynna said firmly. "Look at all you've done all by yourself, even with the drinking. This is just one thing, and you don't have to do it alone. You can kick its butt, I promise."

"I hope so."

"You can. These guys we're going to are experts.They know what they're doing, and they won't feed you some stupid metaphysical crap or try to change who you are," Brynna said. "It'll just be for a few days, and then it'll be okay for you to come home, and I can help then. Don't worry. It'll be okay. And I'll come see you after school every day, I promise."

Her mother took a deep breath. "Okay, honey."

Brynna stood up, reaching out to gently squeeze her shoulder, and smiled. "Great! I'm going to go check on the girls. If you need anything, just yell."

"Okay."

Heading into the living room, Brynna checked on Anne and Siobhan, giving her sister a quick hug, smoothing one of Anne's soft black curls and just, in general, fussing nervously a little bit before going to peek out the window from behind the curtains. She'd never cared for waiting, and this time was particularly nerve wracking.

Finally, she saw headlights pull into the driveway. A surge of irrational panic was her first reaction, and she gripped the windowsill so hard her fingers went white as the car door opened. She had the most insane urge to just lock the door and pretend no one was home, but she forced herself to take a few deep breaths instead, then went to let him in.

"Hey," Paul said. "Y'all ready?"

Brynna nodded nervously. "Yeah." She looked over her shoulder. "Vhana, tell Mom we're ready, okay?"

Siobhan nodded. "Okay."

"I called the hospital to let them know we're coming," Paul said. "So they ought to have all the paperwork ready when we get there."

"Thank you," Brynna said quietly.

He nodded, looking up as her mother followed Siobhan into the living room. "Angie," he said.

"Paul...." Her mother looked nervous. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Positive," he said. "I told you the company would pay for counseling."

"But this..."

"If you need it, you need it," he said. "Besides, you've got health insurance as of this morning."

"W-what?" she asked. "I don't understand."

"As of this morning, you're a manager, replacing Mahoney. That means health insurance, effective today. And a raise, by the way, and a bonus. I'm still figuring out how much you should get."

Her mother just stood there, looking stunned.

Brynna wrapped her arm protectively around Angie's shoulders. "It's going to be okay," she whispered.

"She's right," Paul said. "You'll be fine. You just need to get through the next few days. Don't you worry about anything else; I think your crew can run things better than Mahoney did even without you there."

"My crew..." her mother said softly, then nodded firmly. "You're right. They're good, and they know what they're doing, and without him to screw things up..."

Paul nodded. "Exactly. Let's get going."

Registering at the hospital was as grueling and inconvenient as Paul had implied it would be. Brynna filled out most of the forms, just having her mother sign where it was necessary and getting the insurance info from Paul, and it seemed to take her forever. The flourescent lights flickered, every so slightly, and their harsh light made everything seem bright, clinical, and cold, so that by the time she was done, she was having second thoughts as to the wisdom of this. But her reasons for wanting her mother under a doctor's care still stood, and she knew that fatigue and stress were making her oversensitive and over irritable, too, and she simply disliked hospitals in general. And she absolutely hated leaving her mother there when she was so scared and fragile seeming. The nurses tried to be reassuring, and she guessed they were nice enough, but did they really understand? Or would they look down on Angie and patronize her instead of helping her? How could she be sure? If it weren't for Siobhan, she would have just apologized to Anne and sent her home with her father, and then stayed there with her mother, but her sister was too young to stay home alone for however long the treatment might take.

Finally, reluctantly, she made sure her mother was settled in her bed and gave her one last hug, then joined the others in the hallway.

Anne reached out and took her hand, squeezing gently. "She'll be fine."

Brynna smiled down at her, rubbing her thumb gently across the girl's wrist. "I know. I'm okay, baby. Just... over-protective, I guess."

Siobhan looked over her shoulder at the door, then said, very quietly, "I want to go home."

Brynna gathered her to her side with her free hand, hugging her tightly. "Okay."

The drive home was quiet, no one speaking. Anne huddled as close to Brynna as possible, and Siobhan did the same on the other side. When he pulled into the driveway, Paul said, "Mind if I come in for a minute? There are some things we'd probably talk about."

Brynna looked down at the unhappy little girls on either side of her and surpressed a tired sigh. "Sure. I'll make some coffee."

"Thanks," he said.

She led the way inside, then moved quietly and efficiently about the kitchen, setting sugar, cream, and cups on the table as the coffee brewed.

Paul sat down in one of the chairs. "I want to make you an offer."

Brynna poured coffee into the cups, then sat down, looking tired. "Oh?" she asked cautiously.

Siobhan and Anne hovered nervously behind Brynna as Paul said, "Why don't y'all come stay with us while your mother is in the hospital?"

Brynna stiffened, then shook her head. "That's not necessary. Thank you."

He sighed. "I figured you'd react that way. Look, I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself. You obviously can, because you've done it all along. I just thought you might like to not have to worry about it when you've got so much else on your mind."

She shook her head. "We're fine. Trying to deal with an unfamiliar environment would just be more stressful, not less. And I know all of the bus routes from here, how to get around and to and from the hospital. We'll stay and take care of things here."

He raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure Anne would like to have you staying over."

Anne blushed furiously. "Dad!"

Brynna flushed. "That would be... improper."

"Hell with improper," he said.

"I want to," Siobhan said suddenly.

"Inappropriate, then," Brynna said. "Awkward. Uncom— What?" She turned and looked up at her sister.

"I want to," she repeated. "You should be paying attention to your girlfriend, not worrying about taking care of me."

"Don't be ridiculous," Brynna said. "You're not any worry, or any trouble. We take care of each other, and that's the way it should be."

"No," Siobhan said, resting her hand on Brynna's shoulder. "You've taken care of me all these years. It's my turn."

"Don't get stubborn on me now." Brynna shook her head. "There's absolutely no need to make everyone uncomfortable out of some perceived need for help that isn't actually there. Nothing, really, has changed. She wasn't home when we were home and awake, anyway. The only added 'hardship' is going to be visiting the hospital, and that's not that big of a deal."

"Yes, it is," Siobhan whispered. "You can't tell me you aren't scared."

Brynna sighed. "Yes, I'm scared. But I'd be scared wherever we were, so that doesn't matter."

"But if you aren't having to worry about me, it'll be easier."

"I'd still worry about you!" Brynna said. "Of course I'm going to worry about you! That's what I do. I'm not going to just dump you on someone else right when things get weird."

"You need to be able to spend time with Anne," Siobhan said.

"Anne's room is at the other end of the house," Paul offered. "Sound doesn't travel very well."

"DAAAAAD!" Anne said, managing to turn even redder.

"Are you crazy?" Brynna blurted out at the same time, staring at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so..."

Brynna covered her eyes with her hand for a moment. "Okay. Look. I... This... First of all, you," she said, looking at Siobhan, "are being silly. You're not some horrible burden that I'd be glad to be rid of so I could spend all my time making out. Stop acting like you are. You're my sister, and I love you, and I've taken care of you for as long as I can remember and it hurts that you'd think that of me. Yes, I do want to spend time with my girlfriend..." She reached back and took Anne's hand, drawing her closer, "But I can do that and be there when you need me, too. And she's not shallow enough to want me to abandon you for her... if she were, she wouldn't be someone I could be with. Finally..." She looked over at Paul. "I don't know what gave you the impression that I was a sex-starved nymphomaniac with no idea of propriety or discretion, but that's not the case."

"I didn't think you were," he said. "What gave you that idea?"

"The implication that it would be my most pressing consideration," she snapped.

He blinked. "Sorry. I didn't mean to imply that. I just wanted to make sure you knew you wouldn't be giving anything up." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't think it's the most important thing, but you'd be lying if you tried to tell me that it wasn't on the list. I remember being a teenager."

"Mistress?" Anne said, very quietly.

Brynna tugged Anne around where she wrap an arm around her waist. "What is it, pet? You understand it's not that I don't want you, don't you? I'm just not some... hormone-controlled rampaging beast."

"I know. I think he was also trying to tell you that... well, that you could share my room."

"I... sweetheart that would be... wouldn't be..." Cheeks flushed, Brynna closed her eyes. "Do you really think that would be... um... appropriate? I mean one night is one thing, but..."

"Why wouldn't it be?" Paul asked.

"What would people think?" Brynna asked. "What would her mother think? I mean, she... that would just be... an awful lot awfully fast, don't you think?"

"You don't have to," Paul said. "You're free to have a seperate room, if you want. But the option's there... and these aren't usual circumstances."

"No they're not," Brynna said. "I'd tihnk that'd be more reason to go slowly and carefully, though, not less!"

"If it was going to be a permanent thing, I'd agree," Paul said. "But we're talking about a few days, maybe a couple of weeks, not forever."

Brynna looked away. "I won't say it's not tempting," she said. "But... it just seems... strange. I feel like I ought to be insulted for her, or defending her honor or some such. It just feels wrong for everything to be out in the open, like it means that, since it's not hidden, you're not taking proper care of her. I know it's not logical."

"I'd say it means I'm taking better care of her," he said.

She sighed. "Maybe. Logically, I can agree with that, honestly. But that doesn't change how it feels. And it feels like I'd be... like it would be... insulting to her, somehow. As if it's the same thing as saying she's... um... promiscouos."

"She's not," he said. "I know that."

"I know that too! But everyone else doesn't know that," Brynna said.

"And who else would know about this?" he asked.

"I... guess nobody," Brynna said slowly. "But if it got out..."

He shrugged. "It's not likely."

"I guess it isn't. I just... this is all so strange." She sighed. "I'm not used to not knowing what to do." She looked up at Siobhan. "Do you really want to, honey? Forget whether or not it's a bother or any nonsense like that. I've been assuming that some stability would be better for you, that you'd want to stay where things and routine was familiar. Am I wrong? Is there some reason you'd rather get out of here?"

Siobhan hesitated. "I don't mind being here. But I don't want you to have to worry about me anymore." She shrugged. "As far as stability... as long as you're there, that's good enough for me."

"Vhana, you've never been any trouble. Not even when you were little," Brynna said. "I like worrying about you. If I didn't have you to take care of, sometimes, I'd have gone totally nuts. I thought you knew that."

"Oh," Siobhan said. "Still... is there a reason not to do it?"

"I... guess not. Um. I suppose." Brynna looked up at Anne. "Unless it would be too much for you, sweetheart?"

Anne shook her head rapidly. "No!" She blushed again, looking down.

Brynna smiled at her tenderly. "You know I don't want to push you."

Anne licked her lips. "I'm not sure you can. I seem to be pushing you."

Brynna shook her head, "Not really. Not into anything I don't want, anyway. All right. This one time. But only for a few days, and only as long as it's not any trouble. If things get to feeling crowded or tense, we come home, no hurt feelinngs. Okay?"

"Okay," Anne said, and Paul nodded.

"That works," he said.

"You can pick us up tomorrow, then, after we have a chance to pack things and after I can call the hospital and give Mom the number there without maybe waking her up," Brynna said.

"Well, I was figuring tonight," he said. "But I guess tomorrow will work."

"No reason to disrupt things in the middle of the night," Brynna said, then flushed guiltily. "Anymore than I already have, I mean."

"Don't worry about it," he said. "Really. I consider this an investment, and I expect it to pay off handsomely."

"Still. I consider it a debt, and I'll be happier once it's paid."

He shook his head firmly. "No. It's not a debt. I don't think you understand just how much money she may have saved me."

Brynna smiled tightly. "We'll see."

"How much do you think is involved here? Ballpark."

Brynna shrugged. "Doesn't matter. This kind of debt isn't something that can be repaid monetarily."

"I've got a bunch of customers who are very sensitive to quality; if we get a bad rep with them, we'll lose them. We average about ten million a year each," he said. "And she was right. Our quality was trending downwards rapidly."

"Doesn't matter," she said again. "At least not to me. I couldn't even put a price on the potential benefit to my family. It couldn't be repaid with money."

"You don't get it, do you?" he asked, looking at her. "I guess that's not surprising. I keep forgetting you're only fifteen. Money's not just... well, money. It's a lot of other things. And in this case, one of those things is jobs. How many people do you know who work for me?"

"Lots, probably. I get it. I'm just... cynical, I guess," she said. "I'm glad they won't get laid off, yeah, but... if they did, it'd still be just a job. There are others. It doesn't, um, 'count' as payback, because no effort was involved and because she wasn't thinking about them. And if you'd just given her money, I wouldn't feel particularly indebted. But personal effort and inconvenience begets personal debt. If that makes any sense."

He sighed. "You still don't get it. I owed her in the first place for letting things get to the point where she lost her job. And then she told me what's going on, and I owe her for that. Maybe the second is just money, but the first isn't."

"Maybe. But it also wasn't, personally, your fault," she said. "It was sheer luck that you happened to be in a position to find out what was happening. The only other way you could have would have would have been being able to read the guy's mind when you hired him. Sometimes people turn out to be jerks. They can fool anyone. If you hadn't fixed it, then yeah, you'd owe everyone who worked under him. But since you did, you don't."

He shook his head again. "If I'd been paying attention, I'd have realized what was going on. You can't cut costs that much without affecting quality, at least the way he did it."

"It was still, for you personally, a little mistake. Not a big one. And you fixed it, that's the important part," Brynna said. "If you honestly think you can never make a mistake, then... well, you'd need a hospital room of your own in a different wing."

He laughed. "True."

Brynna set her cup down. "So you'll pick us up tomorrow then, I guess?"

"If you insist," he said. "On the other hand, I'm already here now, so it wouldn't actually be more disruption."

Brynna raised an eyebrow. "You expect two teenage girls to pack for a week in less than two hours and without extreme 'disruption'?"

"Um... I take it that's not realistic?"

"Not really. Maybe if it were summer and all we needed was a couple of swimsuits and some shorts, but school complicates things."

"Oh," he said.

Brynna has disconnected.

Brynna has connected.

"So... you wanted her home by six. Suppose you pick us up around three, instead?" Brynna asked. "That way we'll all be ready even if we oversleep."

He nodded. "That works."

Brynna relaxed, almost imperceptibly. She hadn't been entirely sure he'd still let Anne stay. "Cool."

He frowned suddenly. "Your mother wasn't supposed to pick up groceries or anything today, was she? You're okay as far as that goes, right?"

Brynna smiled. "We're fine. I took care of all that last week."

"Okay, good," he said, relaxing. "I guess I'd beter get on home, then."

"Good night, then. Thanks again," Brynna said.

He sighed, standing up. "No big deal. Really."

Brynna looked up at Anne, wondering if she should give them a little time alone before he left. "Um... why don't you see your Dad out, sweetheart?"

Anne nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

Brynna blushed bright red and hopped up to clear the table.

Anne was gone for several minutes, and when she returned, her face was bright red.

Brynna frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I... he...." She shook her head violently. "There are some things you do NOT want to know about your parents!"

"Ah?" Brynna wrapped her arms around the smaller girl.

"He... he...." Her mouth worked for several seconds, and she shook her head again.

"Hmm?" Brynna asked, knowing she shouldn't, but dying of curiosity.

"He told me they like... toys... and if I wanted to put some on my card it was okay!"

Brynna blinked. "Ooookay. I'm not sure I wanted to know that. Damn my curiosity. Still..." She smiled down at Anne. "That last bit in interesting."

Anne's eyes widened. "It is?"

"Mmmhmm."

She licked her lips. "Um. You know how I said I never spent my allowance?"

Brynna raised an eyebrow. "Mmhmm?" Idly, she played with a curl of Anne's hair, noticing Siobhan watching, wide-eyed, out of the corner of her eye. She held out her free arm invitingly.

Siobhan eagerly slipped into the offered arm. "Toys? You mean, like, toys?" she asked.

Anne nodded. "Yeah. Sex toys." She licked her lips again. "Books didn't come out of my allowance. And I never spent more than maybe fifty bucks a month of it."

"So what was the fifty bucks for?" Brynna asked, curiously.

"Just... stuff. You know."

"Lunchmoney?" Brynna asked.

Anne nodded. "Yeah. That, Starbucks, computer games, you know."

"Ah. You just said you hadn't spent any of it, so I wondered if it was something you didn't really count."

"I didn't. Not really, anyway."

"Oookay, then. What are you getting at, sweetheart?" Brynna asked.

"Well, see, I've got... um. I don't remember exactly. Something like five thousand or so in the bank. So. Um. If you wanted some toys to use on me..."

Siobhan's eyes widened, and she let out a squeak.

"You have how much?" Brynna asked. "No, wait. Forget I asked that. Look... If you want to buy some toys... if you want us to pick out some together, even, that's fine, sweetheart. That'd be fun. However, let's keep in down to something reasonable, okay? A hundred dollars, maybe two, at most. The rest of that... you've done a good job of saving it up. No point in blowing that now."

Anne looked at her. "Mistress, I understand. But I haven't been 'saving'; I just haven't had anything I wanted to buy. I'm not going to have to worry about college, after all; even if Dad couldn't pay for it, I'll get scholarships. I'm too young to have a car. I get a new computer every year for Christmas. What else would I do with it?"

"Well... eventually you won't be too young to have a car," Brynna pointed out. "And you never know what might happen. Something might happen to your Dad's company and you'll need that money."

Anne looked at her oddly. "Um. Even if the company went under, that wouldn't be a problem. Um. Dad could give the company away and never work another day in his life."

Brynna shook her head. "That was just an example. I mean, something bad can always happen. Always. It's best to be prepared, and you've done a good job."

Anne sighed. "Mistress, it's not like this is my only money. This is just my allowance. I've still got my trust fund."

Blushing, Brynna looked away. "I... I'm sorry, pet. That's... going to take some time to get used to, I guess. It's your money, you can spend it on whatever you want, of course. I just... didn't want you to get carried away on my account."

"But what if I want to get carried away?" she asked.

"I... don't know," Brynna admitted. "I mean... it is yours. But I'd feel guilty if you did. Especially if it got you in trouble."

"Dad told me I could do it." She shrugged. "I don't even know if he knows how much I've got in my allowance account. Probably, but maybe not." Her eyes widened suddenly. "Oooh... now I kinda wish we'd gone home tonight."

"Ah... I rather thought we already had... plans... for tonight," Brynna said. "That's why I insisted we stay here."

"Oh," Anne said, then frowned. "We couldn't do it there?"

"I really, really wouldn't have been comfortable doing it there," Brynna said. "At least not nearly as comfortable as I am knowing that we have the entire house here to ourselves."

"Oh. Point. I'd just realized... see, at home I've got DSL, and if Dad's not going to object to sex toys I doubt he'll object to porn sites, and there were some I came across this week when I was doing research that seemed... interesting," Anne said, blushing.

Brynna smiled. The realization that they really were alone... totally alone, was slowly dawning on her. "I don't think we need all that much inspiration tonight, pet. Some other time, though, that might be fun. But tonight... privacy, I think, could be an amazing thing, don't you?"

Anne licked her lips, eyes slowly widening, and Siobhan sucked in a breath. "Y-yes, Mistress," Anne said.

"For example," Brynna said, practically purring, "there's no reason I shouldn't have you strip naked right now, is there?"

Anne licked her lips again. "N-no, Mistress."

"Then why don't you take your clothes off, pet? You won't be needing them again tonight."

"Y-yesm," Anne said, scrambling to obey.

Brynna smiled, watching the pale little body come into view. "Good girl. Fold those and put them away, and then join us in the living room."

Anne nodded. "Yes'm."

Brynna led Siobhan into the other room and pulled her down beside her on the couch.

Siobhan licked her lips. "What are you going to do?"

"First, I'm going to relax," Brynna said, with a smile. "It's been a tense day. And now... now we have all night. We can do whatever we want."

Siobhan shivered. "Like..." She sighed. "I'm not even sure what you do."

"You'll see. It's not that different," Brynna said. "Just... more intense."

Siobhan shivered again, as Anne stepped into the doorway, totally naked. "I'm here, Mistress," Anne said, as she sunk gracefully to the floor, kneeling face down with her forehead pressed against the carpet.

Brynna leaned forward and stroked her hair. "That's my good girl," she said softly, then looked up. "Vhana, in my room, under the bed, there's a folder with a few DVD's in it. Bring the one labled 'Japan', please."

Siobhan nodded, hurrying to the bedroom.

Laying back against the arm of the couch, Brynna trailed her fingers up and down Anne's spine while she waited.

Siobhan returned, holding the disc. "This one?"

Brynna smiled. "That's the one. It worked on the computer, and I think I got it set up right to work on the regular DVD player. Pop it in. But for godsake, don't let me forget and leave it in there!"

Siobhan smirked. "I won't."

Siobhan put the DVD in the player, then hit play and hurried back to the couch.

Brynna reached down and wrapped her hand in Anne's hair, tugging her upwards. "Sit up, pet. I want you to see this."

Anne allowed Brynna to move her, obediently following the tugging on her hair until she was sitting on the floor between her Mistress's legs, facing the tv, in lotus position.

The movie opened right in the middle of the scene. The quality was a bit fuzzy, but given the content, it didn't seem important. A tiny Asian woman hung suspended by an intricate rope harness, her small breasts tightly bound, while a whip wielded from somewhere offscreen licked across them, making her squeal loudly. Her legs were pulled apart and up over her back, and as she squirmed, she spun, slowly rotating until her shaved cunt was facing the camera, and they could see the metal clips dangling from her cunt lips.

Brynna had seen it before, obviously, so she was watching Anne and Siobhan more than she was the movie. Anne started squirming almost immediately, and her nipples were soon rock hard. Brynna could smell the wet heat of her body, and her own cunt tightened in response. Siobhan took longer, though she watched with wide-eyed wonder from the beginning, but eventually she did, when a man and woman moved into the scene. The man held the bound girl's body steady while the woman inserted a large, red candle... far larger than any reasonable man's dick could get... into her cunt, hard, while she screamed and begged incoherently. Watching that, Anne clenched her hands into fists as she rocked back and forth, whimpering quietly.

Brynna trailed her hand over Anne's shoulder, moving down to cup one little breast and pinch the hard nipple. "Like that, little slut?"

"Oooohhhhh...." Anne leaned back against her, arching her back. "Yes, Mistress."

Moving her other hand down to cup the other breast, Brynna smiled. On the screen, the man had picked up a cane and was laying it across the tightly bound breasts, leaving bright red lines as the woman still shoved the candle in and out of the shaved cunt. A sharp scream drew their attention, and the man stopped to laugh at the chain dangling from the abused pussy— one of the clips had been violently dislodged by the woman's fucking. The girl sobbed quietly, but when the woman barked a command and the man bent down awkwardly and lapped at her clit, she moaned with obvious pleasure and tried to rock against her bonds.

Anne whimpered, arching her back further, giving Brynna better access to her breasts, her hands clenched into small fists at her sides.

Brynna pinched the hard little nipples, tugging on them, enjoying the whimpers, and glanced at her sister out of the corner of her eye.

Siobhan was staring at the screen, not blinking, and her nipples showed against the material of her nipples. She was rocking slightly, shifting from side to side, with her legs pressed tightly together.

Brynna smiled, and let one hand trail down Anne's stomach, stopping just above her pubic mound. She bent her head to kiss the soft neck, nuzzling against the girl's ear and then nipping gently as the short movie came to it's conclusion. The girl onscreen screamed in pained pleasure, and the woman gave another terse command. He stood quickly and scrambled out of the scene, and a second later the girl was lowered to about waist height. The woman spun her around, grabbing her hair and wrenching her head up sharply, shoving her cunt against it. She moaned, grinding her hips, and said something else, and the man came back, his cock now bare and hard. At her direction, he stood by them, jerking off, and soon gasped urgently. The woman lifted the girl's head and stepped back, just in time for the first drops of cum to spray into the open mouth. Her eyes wide, the girl kept her mouth open and the man sprayed her tongue with tongue, then her cheeks, forehead, and chin, only closing it around the head of his dick when he stepped forward to wipe the last drops onto her lips. The scene ended with the woman jerking the sticky, cum-coated face back against her cunt and shuddering.

Anne shuddered, her hands coming up to her hips and then being jerked back down to her side. "Oooooooohhh!" she said. "Mistress, you asked if there was something you could give me..."

"Hmmm? What do you want, pet?"

"Someday.... Someday I want you to do that to me."

Brynna cupped her breasts again, rubbing at the sensitive little nipples. "What part, sweet slut?"

Anne licked her lips. "All of it. But... But especially the last bit."

Siobhan sucked in a sharp breath.

Brynna shuddered. "Last bit?" she asked huskily, glancing over at Siobhan. Her sister definitely didn't look disapproving. In fact, she was looking at Anne with unmistakable hunger, as if she'd like nothing better than to throw her down and rape her.

"Y-yes," Anne said. "Where he— he came on her face, and... ooohhh...."

Brynna's hips twitched. "Does my pretty slut want her face covered in cum?"

"Oh god," Siobhan whispered.

"I... oh, yes, Mistress. Please..."

"I'd like that, pet," Brynna whispered. "I'd like that a lot. You'd look so hot like that, like such a dirty little whore... a little cum-hungry whore, just like I want."

"Please, Mistress...."

Brynna felt Siobhan shifting on the couch beside her, and when she glanced over, she had her hand pressed between her legs— still outside her jeans, but pushed tightly against her cunt. Her eyes were wide, locked on Anne, and she seemed to be unaware of what she was doing. Brynna shivered again, closing her eyes briefly. "Show me how bad you want it, little slut," she said, sliding her hands off of Anne's breasts. "Get on your knees, spread your legs, and display your hungry little cunt for us. Let's see how wet you are."

Anne rolled forward in a smooth move, ending up on her hands and knees facing away from them, and spread her legs widely enough that her cunt was only a few inches above the floor. She slid one hand back and spread the fingers, pulling her cunt lips apart. "Yes, Mistress."

Brynna had assumed she'd turn around to face them but, if anything, this was even more obscene. The glistening, naked little cunt was completely displayed, presented like that of an animal ready for breeding. She groaned and squeezed her legs together. "Come here, little slut. I think it's time for your spanking."

Anne spun around and crawled rapidly back, her tiny breasts dangling in perfect cones from her chest. "Yes, Mistress!"

Brynna reached for her, pulling her facedown across her lap. Her hand caressed the firm little ass. "Such a good slut. Spread your legs just a bit, so Siobhan can see your how wet you are up close. Show her your cunt, like a good little whore."

Anne spread her legs, moaning incoherently. Her thighs were wet down to her knees.

"You like being displayed, don't you, pet?" Brynna whispered. "You like me showing off just what a dirty little girl you are?"

Another incoherent moan was the only response. Anne seemed unable to be still, writhing on Brynna's lap.

Without warning, Brynna brought her hand down hard across Anne's ass, drawing a sharp squeal from her and a frustrated groan from Siobhan. "Don't move, slave."

Anne froze.

Brynna smiled. "Good girl. Now. We're all alone here. The walls are thick, as are all the neighbors. You can make all the noise you want, and no one will hear you. You don't even have to try to be quiet, pet. But after every blow, I want you to lift your little ass up and offer it to me for the next, no matter how bad it hurts. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," Anne said, not moving.

"That's my sweet girl. You're going to make me so hot..." Brynna murmured, then brought her hand down again, hard, leaving a bright red palm print on the white skin, and making the girl fall flat across her lap with a short, startled scream.

"Fuck," Siobhan said, and raised her hips up, unfastening the button and shoving them down her legs.

Eagerly, Anne raised back up on her knees, arching her back and presenting her ass for the next blow. Brynna groaned, and it followed quickly, then another as the girl was rising, before she could even make it up all the way. After that one, though, she clenched her hands into fists against the couch, shaking, rocking her hips as she waited for the Anne... trembling now, but still eager... to reposition herself. The girl's little ass was already a hot red, the latest strike still showing as a vivid handprint, and her cunt was dripping wet, coating her inner thighs with glistening moisture.

Siobhan shoved her panties off, kicking them across the room to join her jeans, and shoved her hand between her legs. "Fuck," she said. "That's hot."

Brynna licked her lips, then reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Wait," she said, her voice cracking. "C-come over here, instead, on this side." She slid over a bit, making room for Siobhan on the other side of her.

Siobhan looked at her, puzzled, but moved. "Okay."

"Face this way," Brynna said, "with your back against the arm, and your legs spread."

Siobhan's eyes widened. "Oh, fuck yes."

Brynna waited for her to squirm into position, then slid over close enough to shove Anne's face down between her spread legs. "Lick her, slut! Lick her cunt while I spank you. I'm not going to stop until after she comes." As the girl eagerly began to lick, she brought her hand down, hard and fast, up and down the slick thighs and across the already cherry-red ass, again and again.

"Oh, fuck," Siobhan groaned, as Anne began to lick her cunt. "Oh god, oh fuck, yes..." She grabbed Anne's head, hands fisting in the brunette's hair, and pressed her cunt up against Anne's mouth. "Fuck yes..."

Brynna didn't give the girl a chance to rise back up between strokes, just brought her hand down over and over again, her own hips twitching at every loud crack, her eyes glued to the sight of the curly head buried between her sister's legs.

Siobhan's hands tightened further, and her muscles tensed, her back arched. "Oh, fuck, so close..."

Brynna shoved hard on Anne's head. "Lick her, slut! Show me what a good little cunt-licker you are. Make her come!" She brought her other hand down viciously, swinging it up and cupping it so that it clapped against the girl's wet cunt.

"AAAH!" Anne screamed into Siobhan's cunt, and Brynna's sister screamed as she came, hard, on Anne's face. Anne writhed as she came in turn, her wet cunt soaking Brynna's hand, her tongue never stopping its movement on Siobhan's clit.

"That's it... good slut, good little cunt-licker... do it..." Brynna held Anne's hair tightly, using it to grind her face against Siobhan's cunt. Her nipples were hard, and her breathing harsh as she pressed her hand up against the girl's wet, twitching cunt. "Do it! Ohhh god..."

Siobhan held Anne against her for a moment longer, then pushed herself back on the couch, out of reach of Anne's tongue. "Too much!" she said, face flushed.

Brynna groaned and yanked Anne up and around, pushing her into the floor as she shoved her pants down around her ankles and spread her legs. "Now me, slut!"

Siobhan watched as Anne scrambled to obey, shoving her face into Brynna's cunt eagerly.

Sucking in her breath sharply, Brynna raised her hips, thrusting against Anne's mouth. "Ohhh good girl! Good little cunt-licking slut... Ohhh fuck yes! Do it... make me come all over your pretty little face! AH!" She screamed, her hands clenching tightly in the soft black curls, and squeezed the girl's head between her thighs as her hips bucked wildly.

Brynna shuddered for a long moment, head thrown back, eyes closed, then jerked spasmodically, and pulled Anne's head away from her cunt. "Woah, that's enough. Ohhh good good... good girl. Come on up here, pet," she said, holding her arms out.

Anne crawled up into her arms, smiling happily, her face red and sticky, nipples hard. "Yes'm."

Tugging at her hair to tilt her face up, Brynna kissed her, hard.

Anne wrapped her arms around Brynna's neck, kissing her hungrily, rubbing her cunt along her Mistress's thigh.

Brynna smiled. "Still hungry, little toy?"

Anne nodded rapidly.

Siobhan licked her lips. "The way they had that girl all tied up in the ropes... do you know how to do that?"

"Well... in theory," Brynna said. "It's called Shibari." She lifted Anne like a doll, turning and positioning her back to chest, spreading her legs across her own knees, then started running her fingers teasingly along her wet inner thighs.

Siobhan nodded. "Great. Don't do anything— I'll be right back." She jumped up and ran out of the room.

Brynna watched her curiously, then bent to nibble at Anne's neck while they waited.

A couple of minutes later, Siobhan came back in, holding a bag full of spools of twine in various colors. "She'd look gorgeous in these..."

"Um... there's no way that could actually support her, though," Brynna said. "Not that we have anything safe to hang her from..."

"No," Siobhan said, licking her lips. "But we could still tie her up."

Brynna looked at the bright twine, then the whimpering, squirming girl in her lap and smiled. "That would be pretty..."

Anne looked up at her. "Please? Tie me up so I can't move?"

Brynna groaned, wriggling against the couch. "All right. We can do that. We'll need... hmm... scissors, and something tougher for anchor points, and someplace to do it... Something to tie her to..."

"What about your weight bench?" Siobhan asked.

"Perfect!" Brynna said, then stood up, cradling Anne in her arms. "Bring the stuff."

Siobhan nodded.

Brynna carried Anne into what was technically the den but had, over the years, devolved into a general storage space and place for things too big to go in the girls' rooms. Brynna's weight bench and the few strength training machines she'd scavaged through Freecycle and garage sales were in there, as was the old television hooked to the even older game system that Siobhan was obsessed with for a while, a sewing machine their mother once bought in a fit of domestic optimism that had never been used, and a small, old, battered piano that none of them knew how to play but that Angie'd had apparently forever. It was a touch crowded, but actually pretty comfortable, with a relaxed, lived-in feel to the room. Brynna sat Anne down on the long, padded bench, with her back to but not against the sloping backrest.

Siobhan followed closely behind her. "God..."

Brynna stroked Anne's hair gently for a moment, staring at her thoughtfully, then smiled. "Actually, stand up for right now, pet," she said, sitting down on the bench herself and reaching for the twine. "Now, let's see..." She cut several long lengths each of red and black, laying them out in two seperate bundles, then knotted each bundle in the middle and draped them over Anne's shoulders. With a slight frown of concentration, she began weaving and tying the strands in a diamond shaped, macrame-esque pattern down the girl's body, paying particular attention and taking extra wraps around the little breasts, then just weaving snuggly down her stomach to her hips, making her look like she was wearing a particularly broad-woven fishnet suit. The dark twine was a startling contrast against the pale skin.

She paused at hip level for a moment, looking thoughtful, then split the strands into two bunches and continued seperately down each leg, with a double-stranded diamond outlining her cunt, the strands nestled into the crease between thigh and crotch. She finished up with a tight cuff of twine around each ankle, then trimmed and knotted the end of each strand, leaving a little fringe brushing the tops of her feet.

The whole process took about half an hour, and while she worked, she paused now and then to plant kisses on the underside of Anne's little breasts, or beside her navel, or along the inside of her thigh.