Special Friend

I’m 21. Momma died a few weeks earlier and it was up to me to take care of Saul and Sarah my 18 year old, twin siblings. Thankfully the house and car were paid for but I was struggling with everything else. The lawyer had assured me that I’d have regular checks coming, but it would take awhile. It didn’t help that I couldn’t cook and the twins were sick of sandwiches. Our neighbor Ms. Jean was always asking if we needed anything but I hadn’t accepted because I had been trying to figure everything out on my own. So imagine my surprise when I returned home from the store to find the twins sitting at the table eating and Ms. Jean still at the stove.

“Hi, Sam. Hope you don’t mind. I saw the twins outside and asked if they’d had dinner yet. They hadn’t so I brought over a few leftovers, and I have a cake in the oven. I could teach you how to cook if you are interested.”

“She’s interested,” Saul piped up. I nuzzled his golden locks.

“Well according to Saul I’m interested.” I said.

“Good.” Was all Ms. Jean said before sitting a plate of pork chops and biscuits in front of me. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I started eating. The food was amazing. Ms. Jean had cooked for us a few times when momma had been in the hospital. She had always been a great neighbor.

I figured that Ms. Jean was around 40. She had flawless chocolate skin, perfectly straight white teeth, a bubble butt, and tear dropped shaped breast. She used to play traveling basketball but had moved back here to Tega Caye when her own mom had gotten sick and died a few years back. In fact she was lives in the house her mom owned. Ms. Jean was always dressed nice. Mostly she wore skirts, silk blouses and heels. I wasn’t sure why since she didn’t work that I knew of. I figured between her retirement and inheritance she was set for life.

I wish that was my story. If there was any inheritance I’d have to use it to take care of the twins. Our father was who knows where, he hadn’t even returned for the funeral. My aunts and uncles lived about 15 minutes away, but they never came by. My moms baby sister called once a week, but that’s it. I don’t know how I’m going to handle trying to get the twins to school, homework and practices. It was a headache before mom died, but I don’t want anything else taken from them. I would figure it out. I sighed out loud.

“Sam, what’s wrong?” Ms. Jean asked. I could tell from her hazel eyes that she wasn’t just asking, she genuinely wanted to know. The twins were still sitting at the table waiting on dessert, they glued their eyes on me as well. I just shook my head, scared of crying in front of them. Momma had warned me to be strong in front of them.

Somehow Ms. Jean understood the turmoil and had the twins go get ready for bed promising them cake when she called them down.

“Thank you for that, thank you for dinner, just thank you in general.” I managed to get out before breaking down. Ms. Jean came over and held me close. She let me get it all out. When I started to calm down she cleaned my face.

“Sam, you aren’t going to do this by yourself. In the morning I’m taking the twins to a basketball camp for the day. It lasts until six. I’ll pick them up, feed them, and bring them back. I already have a list of your moms bills on my Mac. I’ll have you come over once I drop the twins off at camp to go over the current statuses.”

“You have my mom’s bills?”

“Yes, your mom was my mom’s special friend and once my mom died I started helping your mom out with a few bills here and there. Before she died she asked me to give you some space to try and figure everything out before stepping in. This is me stepping in.”

I was speechless; it was just like my mom to have help standing by. If only I had asked for it. The cake was out of the oven and I could hear the twins upstairs. They had finished their baths.

“Go, get ready for bed and come back down when you are done. Send the twins down now.” Ms. Jean said as if she’d been telling us all what to do our entire lives. I had opened my mouth to protest but I was given a stern look and she pointed up the stairs. I went and sent the twins down. By the time I finished getting ready for bed, I could hear Ms. Jean talking to the twins. I smiled. They needed a mother figure. Even though they would be nineteen in a few months they acted much younger because we had been sheltered all of our lives.

There was a note on the counter beside my slice of cake telling me to hand wash the dishes and tidy the kitchen. I hated washing dishes that’s what the dishwasher was for, but I ate my cake and hand washed the dishes.

At some point Ms. Jean had come into the kitchen and was watching me. I felt self conscious since I was only wearing a short tank and boy shorts. I hated wearing pjs, they always made me sweat. But here I was with my ass partially hanging out in front of my neighbor. Not that I had much of an ass or tits that’s why everyone calls me Sam instead of Samantha.

“Sam, fix me some coffee. I’ll have 3 lumps of sugar, a piece of peppermint, and 1 tablespoon of half and half. That’s how I always take my coffee.” She had placed a handful of peppermints on the table in front of her. I didn’t say anything. I just made the coffee. Once it was finished. I unwrapped her peppermint and grabbed two mugs.

“Just one mug, I’m having coffee, you’re having milk.”

“I don’t drink” but I never got to say milk. My butt cheek was stinging. Ms. Jean had taken off her heel and popped my ass with it. I gave her a menacing look but I didn’t say a word.

“My coffee.” Ms. Jean said before sitting back down.

I quickly fixed her coffee and myself a small cup of milk.

She sipped her coffee. I sipped my nasty milk. Neither of us spoke. I could see anger flashing in her hazel eyes. I could feel the heat on my ass. My mother had never struck me. I finished my milk and sat the cup on the counter waiting for Ms. Jean to finish her coffee. I was ready for her to leave for the night.

“I see that you are insolent, but that’s fine. We have time to work on that. Now get a full glass of milk and drink it.”

Not wanting a repeat of earlier. I got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with milk. I closed my eyes and drank it. She laughed. I sulked.

“Now go get in the bed.”

“I’ll need to lock the house.”

“No need for you to do that. I have my own key. I’ll lock up. Now go to bed or do you need another swat?”

I scurried off to my room, but not to bed. I closed and locked my door before reaching for my iPad. I pulled up Tik Tok and started laughing at the videos. I was on my fourth one when my door opened.

“What the hell? Why are you in my room. I thought you were gone.”

“Lower your voice before you wake your siblings. I told you to go to bed. I mean now.”

“I’m not sleepy.”

“I didn’t ask you if you were. Get in the bed now.”

I climbed into bed scared of being hit. Once I got in, Ms. Jean pulled the covers up, kissed my forehead and whispered she loved me before warning me about getting up. It took about thirty minutes before I heard Ms. Jean leave. I’m not sure why she had keys to the house or my room. It was kind of strange but something in the back of my mind found it familiar.

I wanted to get up, but was scared to get out of the bed. I wanted my iPad but Ms. Jean had taken it. So I tried to force myself to think about why Ms. Jean had keys to my house. It took almost two hours before I remembered that Ms. Sarah, Ms. Jeans’s mom and who my sister was named after, would lock our house when I was younger. Ms. Sarah would come over every night and tuck us into bed before locking the house. She did this up until she had gotten sick. When she was sick my mom would stay some nights over there. She would leave me with the twins and go watch Ms. Sarah. The next morning she would be back in enough time to wake us for school and feed us.

My mom worked as a sub at the school, I’m sure she didn’t make enough to buy our 4 bedroom, 3 and a half bath house. Funny, I never thought of those things before. I wonder how my mom came to own this house. Maybe Ms. Jean knew? I was restless all nigh. I kept thinking about my mom, my bills, Ms. Sarah, and Ms. Jean. In a distance I heard an alarm? I hadn’t set one. I looked at my clock it was only 6:15.

I groaned and turned over but the twins burst into the room. Ms. Jean had told them to get up when the alarm went off and to get dressed or she wouldn’t take them to camp. They informed me my job was to fix them a snack and pack a bag with their changing clothes.

I laid back down. That would be my first mistake of the day. Sarah grabbed my flip flop and popped me across the thighs with it. I jumped up ready to spank her when Saul jumped in front of her.

“Sam, Ms. Jean put Sarah in charge. She told her to spank you if you didn’t get up. She also said that if you hit Sarah that you would be in big trouble.”

“She put a kid in charge of me?”

“Ms. Jean said that her momma was in charge of our momma, and that Ms. Jean was in charge of us, but when Ms. Jean wasn’t here that both you and I were to listen to Sarah. Sarah is in charge because she is named after Ms. Sarah.”

“Saul, be a good boy and go down stairs I need to talk to Sam.”

“Yes, Ms. Sarah.” Saul said before walking out of the door.

“Why did he call you Ms. Sarah?”

“You will address me that way as well, unless we are in public.”

“I will not.”

“You will, but for now I need to fill you in on the rules. These rules didn’t just come from Ms. Jean, they came from mama as well. Remember the last night she was in the hospital and only I was allowed in with Ms. Jean and momma? Well momma told me that her momma had been a special friend to Ms. Sarah’s momma, and that she was Ms. Sarah’s special friend, and that you would become Ms. Jean’s special friend. It’s my job to discipline you if Ms. Jean isn’t around. I can spank you, deny you of food, have Saul tie you up or really anything else that I can think of. If you retaliate Ms. Jean will spank you herself. You are to follow Ms. Jean’s instructions at all times, even when she isn’t here. From now on you will get up at 6 a.m. and go to sleep at 11 p.m. I or Ms. Jean will leave you instructions for the rest of the time. If you fail, you and Saul will be homeless. I will move in with Ms. Jean and be her daughter. Now get moving.” Sarah said.

“But I own the house.” I said. Who in the hell did she think she was? I would never address her as Ms. Sarah. I also wasn’t interested in being anyone’s “special” friend. The first thing I was doing this morning was getting the locks changed.

“Do you?”

“Sarah, of course we own the house. The attorney said it was paid for.” I smirked. My second mistake or maybe my third. Sarah spanked me again on my upper thighs.

“Did you forget it’s Ms. Sarah?”

I glared I refused to answer. She spanked my thighs again.

“Say it now.”

“Ms. Sarah.” I sobbed. She just looked at me.

“Now about the house. You do not own this house. We do not own this house. Ms. Jean owns this house. We can only stay here together if you are her special friend. It’s been that way for generations. Great grandpa James had been in love with his slave Betsy but he wasn’t allowed to marry her. He didn’t want any man touching her without his permission. So he allowed one of his slaves to pregnant her, but he trained our grandma Mary to take care of her sexually when he wasn’t around. When his wife died he never remarried and slavery ended. In his will he left everything to Ms. Betsy including great grandma Mary. In turn Ms. Betsy allowed great grandma to marry and have kids but great grandma had to service her. It’s been that way for even up to now. The Johnson’s have the money and in order to keep this house someone in each generation must service a Johnson. So like it or not that person is you.”

“You mean I’m required to have sex with Ms. Jean in order to keep the house?”

“Yes.”

“Sarah, I mean Ms. Sarah are you sure?”

“Momma and Ms. Jean told me. They also said that if you lost the house that there wouldn’t be a way for us to get it back. I can move in with Ms. Jean but I’m not the first born and even if I beg to be the special friend I won’t get the house. I know you didn’t ask for any of this but momma said that you could do it. She even told us that she had you practicing sucking her toes since you were nineteen. She said you loved it. She told me to have you suck mine as soon as I’m nineteen. I have to have Ms. Jean’s permission of course, but I can’t wait. Now get the bags pack.”

Shit, I couldn’t change the locks. I had no where for us to go. I’d call my aunts and uncles, maybe someone would take us, but for now I went to pack the bags for the twins. Bags they were old enough to pack themselves. My thighs still hurt. Sarah may have been tall and skinny but she had put all of her strength into spanking me. I wonder if she could spank Saul as well. I begrudgingly took the bags downstairs. They each had a book reading. Now, that was new. The door unlocked. I don’t think I’ll get used to that, but the twins seemed to. They grabbed their bags and kissed Ms. Jean on the cheek before heading out. Ms. Jean smirked at me.

“I see you ran into trouble following Sarah’s instructions. My house 15 minutes. The door will be unlocked. Don’t think about not coming and don’t be late.” With that she closed and locked the door behind her. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do I looked at the clock it was 7 a.m. I decided to call my mom’s brother Phil while I got dressed.

“Hi, Uncle Phil.”

“Good morning Sam. I’m guessing you called because you found out the secret?”

“Yes, you know? Do you know I have to call Sarah, Ms. Sarah on top of everything else?”

“Yes, I know, but don’t let it get to you. I have to call her Ms. Sarah as well. I have to call my little sister Ms. Lynn. You’ll get used to it. We all did. Let me save you the hassle of asking. We can’t save you from fate. You or your siblings cannot come stay with any of us. Saul maybe able to come stay with me when he’s nineteen, but it’s up to Ms. Jean. Ms. Jean owns the houses we live in, the companies we work for, hell she owns us. As a white man it hurts to know that I’m not really taking care of my family but at least my kids will have options. At any time Ms. Jean can call any of us or our spouses to her house to service her, discipline us, or chauffeur for her. When Ms. Sarah turns 21 she will be able to do the same thing. See the oldest daughter is the “special friend”, but the youngest daughter is the family disciplinarian. Sometimes the youngest allows the oldest to share in the task but from what Ms. Lynn has told me I don’t think Ms. Sarah is going to allow you that pleasure. Look I’m almost at work. Just go with it. Your mom told us she had been training you already. If you don’t step up by Friday then Ms. Lynn has already told us we would all suffer the consequences. I’ll call Ms. Jean, Ms. Lynn and Ms. Sarah to see if we can have a meeting at the house Wednesday night. I love you kid and don’t worry. Your mom said she loved it once she got used to it.” With that Uncle Phil hung up the phone.

I had a minute. I walked across the yard to Ms. Jean’s house.

There was an envelope with my name written on it.

“Dear Sam,

Today is the first day of your new life. Always remember this date. It is your new birthday. You will come to know generations of secrets. In order for your family to survive you must take on your new role. If not be prepared to move out of the house by 5 p.m. on Friday. You or your siblings will not be able to move in with your aunts or uncles. You will be the first generation to have make it in this world without your family’s wealth that has been entrusted to me. If you accept your position as “special friend” remove all of your clothes. You will be naked the whole time you are here, just as your mother was. Next find the belt hanging to the right and bring it to me in the kitchen. Welcome to your new life Sammie.

Love,

Ms. Jean

I took a deep breath. This was crazy. I was crazy. The future of my entire family was tied to this one moment. Not just me and the twins but my entire family. What choice did I have? My mom had done the same thing, and her mom before her and apparently her mom before her. The whole family was tied to this position.

I undressed. I picked up the belt. I willed myself to breathe, I forced myself not to throw up, I entered the kitchen. I was in for a big surprise when I opened the door. Aunt Lynn, momma’s youngest sister had Aunt Jill, my Uncle Phil’s wife naked across her lap. Ms. Jean was sitting across from them both. It wasn’t Ms. Jean who addressed me, but Aunt Lynn.

“Good morning Sammie. Bring me the belt. You are five minutes late for work. Jill will make note of that. We will start getting you ready for Ms. Jean. Make Ms. Jean’s coffee. Then go sit at her feet. That is your neutral position unless she or Ms. Sarah instructs you otherwise. Until Ms. Sarah turns nineteen I will remain the family disciplinarian. Once Sarah is nineteen I will no longer hold that position unless she or Ms. Jean grants me temporary permission. When you are in this house you will always be naked unless there is something hanging on that peg for you to wear. You will always report to the kitchen first. Any questions so far?”

I started looking through the cabinets getting familiar with the contents, trying to find the coffee. Locating it and the mugs I set about making coffee for Ms. Jean.

“No, Aunt Lynn I don’t have any questions right now.”

“You will never address me as Aunt again. I will always be Ms. Lynn, unless Ms. Sarah tells you otherwise. Let’s go over the names. Your sister is Ms. Sarah, always, even in public. I am Ms. Lynn. You will address your other aunts and uncles as you always have. You will address your brother as you always have. Mistress Jean will always be Mistress Jean to all of us. If you hear anyone and I do mean anyone under this roof or next door refer to her as anything else you may slap them before reporting back to Mistress. Other than that you will never discipline anyone. Which is why your mother never spank any of you, but I did.”

“Yes, Ms. Lynn, I understand.” I started pouring the coffee in the mug, I placed the peppermint in the mug but I couldn’t remember how much half and half or sugar. I was trying hard to remember when I heard leather slicing the air. I turned to see the leather make contact with aunt Jill’s up turned ass. The blows were hard, two to the right cheek, two to the left cheek. The leather sliced the air before making contact over where the last blow had landed. Aunt Jill’s ass was bright red. She was wiggling on Aunt Lynn’s lap. I could hear Aunt Jill saying something between whimpers. I listen closely. She was counting, I heard her say 10. Ms. Lynn looked like she was tiring but she kept lashing over and over. The tender skin of aunt Jill’s ass was red and starting to blister. She was at twenty one and still Ms. Lynn spanked. I never wanted to be on the receiving end of that. I finished making the coffee with 2 lumps of sugar and 2 tablespoons of half and half. I couldn’t remember and the whimpering was distracting me.

“Start my coffee over, that’s not right.” Ms. Jean said.

I started over. It took two more tries before getting it right. I could see from the look on her face I would pay for the mistakes, but she never said a word.

“Here you are Mistress.” I said before returning to my neutral position. Ms. Lynn was up to forty lashes on aunt Jill’s ass. Aunt Jill looked as if she were going to pass out.

“Thank you Sammie. Lynn enough. Jill thank her.”

“Thank you Ms. Lynn.” Aunt Jill said before gingerly climbing off of Ms. Lynn’s lap, taking the neutral position, lifting Ms. Lynn’s skirt and licking her pussy. We all watched as aunt Jill licked up and down Aunt Lynn’s hairy snatch. Lynn’s skin began to blush all over. Her nipples harden, her breathing ragged, she started moaning. She was going to cum in front of all of us. I’d watched porn but being a virgin I had never seen anyone cum in real life.

“Bitches, enough. No one cums in my house before me. Lynn, fix Sammie some milk. Jill go bring the magazines.” Mistress Jean said. She wasn’t angry but she did mean business. Lynn shot an annoyed look our way. I assume as the disciplinarian she rarely served anyone but Mistress Jean. The ladies promptly obeyed.

A bowl of milk was placed on the floor in front of me. The bowl was pink and Friend was embossed on it. Lynn pushed my head toward the bowl. Understanding I licked my tongue out and lapped at the milk.

“Aren’t you a good little kitty.” Mistress Jean said as she rubbed my head. Aunt Jill was back with the magazines and aunt Rita was walking through the door.

Aunt Rita was the only black person in our family. She had married uncle Steve and I had seen everyone in our family cater to her including aunt Lynn.

“Bitch, why are you dressed?” Rita asked Lynn, who clearly didn’t like being called bitch.

“Jill had to be disciplined this morning and I wanted Sammie to see how things are.” Jill said as she started removing her clothes.

At the mention of my new name Rita walked over and kissed my forehead.

“Hi, Sammie. You’ve had a rough morning.”

“Hi aunt Rita, I’ve had better.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but you will get the hang of if. Finish your milk, then Mistress and I will help you sort out a few things. Did Lynn tell you the family structure?”

“Yes aunty she told me it was Mistress Jean, then it was Ms. Lynn until Ms. Sarah was nineteen and that the rest of the family is the same.”

“Is that what she told you now?”

“Yes, aunty.”

“Jill, bring me the belt. Lynn assume the position.”

Lynn leaned over a chair with her butt high in the air. Aunt Rita lifted the belt above her head and brought is smashing down with so much force that Lynn slammed into the chair.

“Bitch, turn over,” aunt Rita said.

Lynn turned over, aunt Rita lined the belt up, raised it high and let it slice through the delicate skin of aunt Lynn’s pussy. Next aunt Rita lined the belt up with Lynn’s right nipple and then her left.

“Jill come spread her ass cheek wide for me. Bitch turn over.” Lynn turned over, Jill parted the cheeks and Rita aimed the belt at Lynn’s rosebud and brought it down.

“Now Lynn explain where I fit in.”

“She, she, she is Mistress cousin. If anything happens to Mistress we all belong to her. You will treat her as you treat Mistress. She disciplines us all. Including Mistress Jean on occasion.” Lynn said before going to stand in a corner where she was instantly ignored.

I had finished lapping up all of the nasty milk. Aunty Rita took a seat beside Mistress Jean. Aunty Rita motioned for me to sit in her lap. Jill stood beside Mistress Jean.

Mistress Jean and Aunty Rita flipped through a magazine folding down some pages. Aunty Rita started massaging my breast. I shifted away from her hand, but she just shifted them with me.

“It’s ok Sammie get used to it. Your tiny nubs will need to constantly be massaged. Look at these pages, which style do you like best?” Aunty Rita asked.

I found one of the pages that had been marked and saw a cute guy with low sides and a top knot. He had on an olive tank top and loose dark blue shorts.

“Good choice Sammie. I think you will look great like that.”

“Aunty Rita, what do you mean?”

“It means that as long as you have no breast, you will look like Sammie. I’m getting ready to cut your hair. Jill is going to grab some shorts out of the hall closet and a tank top for you. Starting today until further notice you will dress like Sammie when you are permitted to wear clothes.”

I freaked, I wanted to get out of there but Rita held me tight against her. Whispering shh in my ear as Mistress Jean started playing with my nipples. Jill placed the clothes on a chair. Mistress directed me back to neutral position. As I sat on the floor she combed through my long blonde hair, before sectioning off a topknot. The rest she shaved. Jill handed me a mirror to see. I looked just like Saul. With no hair, they were right. I looked like Sammie. Evidently Rita was still pissed at Lynn, because she gathered Lynn’s long hair into a crude ponytail and cut it. Lynn was now sporting a pixie cut.

Mistress Jean lifted her foot to my mouth. I took the baby toe and began to suck it. I made sure it was nice and wet before moving to the next toe. I massaged the excess spit into the heel of the foot.

I started to move to the next foot when Mistress Jean put her foot in my bowl. Immediately Rita poured milk in the bowl. I licked and slurped at Mistresses foot and milk.

Around me Mistress talk with Rita as if I wasn’t making love to her feet. I was confused about what was going on, especially me becoming Sammie. I know I now looked like a boy but I wasn’t a boy. I had always been momma’s princess. I cried. No one soothed me. Ms. Lynn’s time in the corner was over. She joined aunt Jill in the kitchen area and started helping to cut up vegetables. My tears mixed with the milk making it taste worst than it already tasted. I just wanted to turn back the clock, I needed my mom. But that wasn’t to be. After ten minutes Aunty Rita handed me a towel, which I used to wipe Mistress Jean’s feet.

“Rita get in there and finish cooking. You know them bitches can’t cook. Make sure it’s enough for Sammie and the twins as well. Jill go get the salve. Sammie and I will be in the office. Wait outside the office until I invite you in. Come on Sammie boy.” Mistress Jean instructed and everyone jumped in to action.

Mistress Jean took my hand and guided upstairs to her office. There was a Mac computer on a desk in one corner, but there were dozens of monitors on the wall. I could see aunty Rita in the kitchen, Jill in the hall and some other places that weren’t inside of this house. Before I could figure out where they were she killed all the monitors except the one that showed the computers Home Screen. She typed in a few codes and up came momma’s bill, well really my bills now. Most of them were in red, a few were in yellow, and one was in green.

“Lay across my lap.”

I stood with shaky legs and laid as I was instructed. Having seen my aunts today I knew what was coming. I started sobbing before I received the first lick. She ran a wooden hairbrush that had been on the desk back forth on my ass while she talked to me.

“Remember last night when I asked you to get in the bed but you asked me what the hell I was doing in your house? You refused to address your sister as Ms. Sarah. You tried to hit her back until Saul stopped you. By the time you got into the kitchen you were five minutes late. Do you remember these things?”

“Yes, Mistress Jean, I’m so sorry.”

“I’m glad you are sorry, but now you are going to see what it is like to be punished as an adult.” Mistress Jean said before she started paddling my ass.

“Count them out.”

“1”. I sobbed out. I missed two because I was crying, but Mistress corrected me. I counted to 10.

“Jill, come in. Take care of Sammie.

Mistress held me down as Jill applied a salve to my bottom. The initial application stung, but it started soothing my burning bottom. Jill massaged one cheek, my Mistress massaged the other. They massaged well after the pain had subsided. I started enjoying it and moaned. Mistress took a finger and parted my pussy. She placed at the opening I humped at it trying to get it in.

“Not yet Sammie. Soon. Turn over. Jill go ahead.”

As soon as I turned over Jill poured some kind of oil on my breast. It tingled. She massaged it in. As she massaged Mistress pulled at the nipples. Lifting them away from my chest ant twisting them. The twisting stung. My chest was reddening but the kept up their ministrations. Eventually Jill’s head lowered and captured a nipple. She sucked as if she were trying to get milk. She moved to the other nipple also searching for milk. She went back and forth for about twenty minutes. I was squirming. It felt great and occasionally Mistress would tap on my clit. Finally Mistress sent Jill away.

We looked over the bills, she made them all current she fussed and told me she would be taking them over again. I was relieved. My stomach growled. She heard. She laughed, she had me follow her into the bathroom.

She sat on the toilet after pulling up her skirt. She had a big hairy bush. The curls were jet black. She had me assume the neutral position.

“I hate to pee without help and toilet paper is to rough on my sensitive skin. This is the first part of your real training. You will place you hand between my legs and rub my pussy while I piss. When I finish you will carefully lick me clean from my pussy to my ass. It’s ok, all the adults receive a morning enema. Yours will start tomorrow, your aunt Stacy will give them to you at 6 am. So be up and in the master bathroom. You may have to start giving Stacy an enema as well. It was your mom’s job, but Rita has taken it over. Rita or Stacy will let you know. If my piss lands on you, then you are to lick it off. No matter what liquid I offer you, enjoy it. Do I make myself clear?

I looked up into her hazel eyes. They were radiating love. I nodded my head, placed my hands on her pussy and started to rub. As I rub the yellow nectar warmed my hand as it flowed over it into the toilet. I rather enjoyed it. As I felt the last trickle I removed my hand caught her eyes and licked every drop of pee off of my hand. She stood I licked her from her moist pussy to her ass. I licked as if my life depended on it. I love the salty and sweet taste. It reminded me of kettle corn. When she pushed my head away. I licked my lips clean.

“Good boy Sammie. If I could just hurry your tits along we would be in business. Come on let’s go see what’s for lunch.”

When we walked into the kitchen there was fruit and tuna sandwiches on the table along with glasses of tea and water. On the floor there was a sheet with my bowl and 2 plates they also had tuna and fruit on them. There was a saucer of milk along with 2 glasses of tea. My aunt Jill and Ms. Lynn were sitting in the neutral position waiting to eat. The Mistress blessed the food. But no one ate until she had taken and swallowed her first bite. Then everyone picked up there food and started to eat.

Rita looked at me and shook her head. Was I not allowed to eat?

“Sammie, kitty’s may only use there tongues unless at the grown up table. You’ll graduate from kitty on your next birthday.” Aunty Rita told me.

I lapped at my tuna, how fitting, tuna for the kitty. I wondered what life would be like at home. As if reading my mind Rita spoke up.

“You will have your main meals here. At home you will be able to eat with your siblings as always until Sarah becomes nineteen, which at that time she will decide how to feed you and Saul.”

I shook my head in acknowledgment. I was tired. I ate my food as Mistress and Rita discussed the new family dynamics. They were proud of Sarah for spanking my thighs. They figured it wouldn’t be long before Lynn went from Ms. Lynn to my pussy licker. I wouldn’t be allowed to cum but I could have my pussy licked whenever I liked if Sarah demoted Lynn. If not it would be added to Stacey’s morning duties. I was to be wet at all times. Something they called edging. Saul would get trained by uncle Steve to be a house boy, whatever that was. They didn’t go into great details.

After lunch Mistress had me to carefully remove her blouse and bra. Rita climbed onto Mistresses lap and showed me how to suckle. I couldn’t even think about using teeth or I would be paddled. I could however pinch and twist the nipple not in my mouth. Rita humped Mistress Jean’s leg while she suckled. Rita looked disappointed when she was made to stop so that I could start. Rita massaged my chest while I suckled. My other aunts cleaned and hand washed the dishes.

After I had gotten the hang of suckling I was placed on the ground beside Rita. Rita took position in front of Mistress Jane.

“Mistress, may I please lick your lovely pussy today?” Rita’s asked with stars in her eyes.

As an answer to her question Mistress pulled up her skirt and parted her thighs. Rita used a finger to lightly part the hairy pussy. Then she sniffed the pussy as one might do with fine wine, she stuck out her tongue to capture the nectar. She rolled it around on her tongue before swallowing. Next she took a long swipe of the pussy, before enjoying the smell and taste. After three swipes Rita took her tongue and licked my lips. My tongue snaked out capturing hers trying to get a taste of nectar. Rita inhaled, she held my head in place, tonguing me. Using 2 of her fingers to gather more nectar from the Mistress she fed me her fingers. She pushed them into the back of my throat making me gag. She just massaged my tonsils before turning back to the Mistress and feasting on her pussy. Every once in a while Rita would feed me her fingers. I would suck them dry. The Mistress snapped her fingers 3 times and my aunts came over and started sucking her tits. She snapped her fingers once and Rita stopped sucking on Mistress. My head was guided into its place. I too inhaled the sweet aroma of pussy before repeating what I had saw Rita doing. I licked up and down the pussy when I got to the wet hole Rita held my head there and told me to hold my tongue stiff and let Mistress ride my face. As I did I had a finger sliding up and down my pussy, I tried to capture it but it moved to fast. I felt my mouth filling up with cum, I tried to swallow it all, but it kept coming, I coughed into the pussy. I tried to pull my head away but Rita pushed it further into the pussy I gave up trying to breathe and I drank as fast as I could. It was escaping the corners of my mouth. Mistress snapped her finger again and everyone gently stopped what they were doing. She smiled at me, her hazel eyes damp from cumming. I had eaten my first pussy and survived.

Rita gently rolled me onto my back before she and my aunts licked all of the cum from the sides of my mouth, neck and chest. Next Rita licked the Mistress clean. She would gather cum on her tongue and share it with one or the other of my aunts. When the three of them started touching each other they were stopped.

“I’ve decided no one in this family cums before Sammie does on Friday night. Including you Rita. The two of you have been real catty. Lynn apologize to Rita. Jill, Sammie will put salve on your ass. Afterwards help Rita and Jill pack dinner for the twins and Sammie, you can also put my plate in their basket I’ll be there every afternoon this week. Rita, have Steve find cute white boxers for Sammie before Friday night. He’s not the house boy this week, is he?”

“No ma’am he isn’t. It’s Phil’s week. Will Sammie need a shirt as well?”

“Yes, all white and a white top hat as well. I want him to feel like a real boy. I can’t wait until his tits grow in and we can have a real wedding night for me and Samantha. Make sure that there’s extra milk in the basket for Sammie and Lynn when you take the basket be sure there’s at least a gallon of milk. Sammie will need half a gallon a day.”

“Rita, I’m so sorry forgive me, please. I just scared about Ms. Sarah taking over. And Mistress I’ll call the milkman and add Sammie to the route.” Ms. Jill exclaimed. She had a sadness in her eyes, but I’m sure she meant every word.

It was a quarter till 4. I massaged Jill’s ass until she told me she felt better. Mistress then gave me my new clothes to put on and I was dismissed to take a nap until dinner at six. I found out that even though our family didn’t all sit at the same table every night, we all ate the same meal at the same time with a few exceptions. I was to be given excessive amounts of milk because I needed tits, real tits not plastic, aunt Jill had been instructed to lose some weight so she had less food than anyone and uncle Phil had more food than anyone because he had more muscle. I also learned that aunt Stacey kept track of everyone’s weight, menstrual cycle, blood samples, and anything else that effected our health. I’m not sure why I was surprised since she was a doctor. I also learned she would be the one who checked to make sure my hymen was still in check.

I was grateful to be going home and taking a nap, the day had been exhausting. I kept my boy clothes on and climbed into the bed. I was awaken at 10 till six with a flip flop on my thigh.

“Sammie, get up. I’ll be spanked if you are late. You need to start setting alarms. I won’t punish you this time, but it’s your last free pass. Get refreshed for dinner.”

Dinner was salmon, with a vegetable medley. The others had tea. I had milk. Saul was learning his new position and was serving everyone before being able to eat. The other weird thing about dinner was that the mistress and Ms. Sarah asked like adults and when I tried to contribute my eighteenteen year old sister told me that little boys were to be seen and not heard. She treated me like a ten year old boy. Ms. Sarah even poured my milk and insisted that I drink every drop before I could eat any of my food. Ms. Sarah dismissed me for my bath and told me the dishes would be waiting when I got back.

The Mistress told Sarah what a wonderful job she was doing with me. My eyes stung as I escaped up the stairs for a much needed bath. Once I finished I out on a pair of Saul’s boxers and went downstairs with no shirt on.

“Sam, I see your tits and why do you have on my boxers,” Saul inquired.

I opened my moth to answer but Ms. Sarah answered instead.

“His name is Sammie, he has no breast, just as you have no breast. Until he does have breast you will address and treat him as Sammie. You were told this earlier. I will not be in the habit of repeating myself. Bend over.” With that Ms. Sarah grabbed a wooden spoon and spanked Saul’s thighs. “Now shower and straight to bed.”

“Oh my God Sarah, you are a natural, I can’t wait until you turn nineteen. It took Lynn months before she could spank anyone. I had to beat her before she would spank your momma the first time. I’m so proud of you.” Mistress Jean gushed.

“Mistress, do I have to let Ms. Lynn share the disciplinarian duties with me.”

“No, you do not. Usually the young woman starts on her nineteenth birthday and gradually takes over for the aunt, but I can see that you are ready now. On Friday night I’ll make you the official disciplinarian. Lynn can help Sammie become Samantha.”

“Thank you, Mistress. I’m going to love my new role. May I please be excused? I want to shower and go to bed.”

“Yes, you may. I’ll drink my coffee and be up to tuck you and Saul both in the bed.”

I had been hand washing the dishes, but I stopped to make the coffee. I even poured myself a glass of milk that I sipped after I rinsed a dish. The dishes were done by the time the coffee finished. I poured the rest of my milk into a bowl, removed my boxers, and handed Mistress Jean the perfect cup of coffee before taking a my neutral position on the floor beside her.

“Thank you Sammie, for my coffee and for removing your clothes and getting into neutral position. It’s important that you only do this after your siblings have gone to bed, even after they turn nineteen. After they have been fully trained I’ll teach you new rules. After coffee I’ll need to pee again, and I’ll need to teach you your new night time routine.”

I purred and lapped my milk. Mistress patted my head and rubbed my back for awhile before going to tuck my siblings in for the night. I licked up every drop of milk and waited for her to return. When she did she took my hand and led me to the master bathroom. She kissed me thoroughly biting my lips pinching my nipples. I was in heaven. When my breathing changed she stopped. I helped her out of her panties and assisted her on the toilet. I put my hand on her pussy and started to rub her hard as she started to pee. She closed her eyes and released a torrent of piss. I helped to rub it out. As it slowed to a trickle I used my tongue and slurped her remaining pee. I loved the way she tasted. She got up and bent over. I licked her to a quiet orgasm.”