Brother Taboo Series: My Master

Laurie

“Wow, that looks delicious!”

I’m greeted in the kitchen by the pleasant smell of fresh brewed coffee and pancakes. There’s a plate loaded with them waiting for me at the table, topped with perfect, round blueberries.

“It’s really good, your brother made them for us,” Dad says, sipping on his black coffee with a content smile on his face. “He had it all ready before I got up.”

It’s unusual to have Dad around the apartment. His crazy work schedule keeps him away most of the time, though it does pay for our comfortable lifestyle in one of the most expensive apartment buildings of the city. Breakfast is one way for my brother to show him our appreciation.

“You made it all by yourself?” I ask him as I take my seat.

My older brother Henry turns his face towards me as he stands by the stove and gives me a caring look through his thick framed glasses.

“It’s nothing,” he says as he flips more pancakes. “Hurry up and eat.”

“Really Henry,” Dad adds, “I don’t know what would I ever do without you. You do all the housework, the cooking and the budget, without a single complaint. I’m blessed to have such a good son.”

“Come on, I feel like I do the bare minimum.”

“You are humble. I’m sorry I have to rely on you for everything. If I didn’t had to work so much, maybe I-”

“That’s okay, Dad,” Henry walks to me and pats my head affectionately, as he’s done ever since we were little. “You know I love looking after Laurie.”

A tingling sensation runs in between my legs as he says this and the familiar sensation of getting aroused makes it hard to focus on my food. I give a concealed glance at his crotch, almost eye level to my face, as he stands this close. I have to press my legs together, feeling my panties getting wet.

Dad finishes his coffee in one gulp, standing up to grab his coat and suitcase.

“Well then, I’m off to work. I don’t think I’ll be home early, so go on have dinner without me.”

We wait until we hear the sound of the front door closing. My heart is beating faster. I toy with a berry on my plate, rolling it with my fork, as I wait five second…ten seconds…twenty seconds…

The hand that had been stroking my hair so tenderly, now grabs a chunk of it to keeps my head firm in place. I can’t even look up.

“All right Laurie,” Henry’s voice is deep and commanding, nothing like the mellow, loving tone he used until now. “You know what’s next. Take off your panties.”

I let out a sight, relief. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

“Yes, Master.”

…

I had recently turned 21 when this whole thing started, and it’s almost been a year, though I must admit a part of me always wanted my brother, five years older than me, to keep me by his side forever. When we were little I even asked him to marry me.

“We can’t get married, silly, we are related.” He said back then, laughing at my innocent proposal.

“Auntie said that when people love each other, they get married.”

“There are different kinds of love. The way a brother loves his little sister is not the same way a man loves a woman.”

“But I want to be with you forever. I don’t ever want you to leave me.”

He patted my head, as he usually did when he wanted to comfort me. Our mother had recently abandoned us for her lover and Dad was never home. He was the only one I had and I never wanted anyone I loved to leave me again.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said giving me a reassuring smile, “because we will always be together.”

And now here we are, closer than ever, having sex in the kitchen were just a minute ago our father was complimenting him on his housekeeping abilities.

“Where do you want it?”

I’m leaning against the table, my skirt rolled up to my waist, exposing my butt to him. He’s positioned his body behind me and grabs one of my breast, pinching a nipple through the fabric of my blouse so hard it makes me scream, while sliding the other hand down my panties, caressing my most sensitive area. I press my body against him, taking on his warmth.

“From behind. Take me from behind, Master.”

I don’t get a second to catch my breath when he shoves his dick in with such intensity, I feel I’m going to break. My butt feels so full with him inside me, is maddening. He goes all the way in at once, as deep as he can, and holds it there for a few seconds as I tense and relax to get used to the pain.

I love the pain he gives me.

“Like this?” He moves his hips with a rhythmic pattern, shoving in and out harder each time, taking it almost all the way out before thrusting in again. “Is this what you want?

“Faster please, Master.”

I hold tight to the edge of the table. He is so much taller than I am and I have to stand on my toes to get on level with him. This is so hard on my legs but I resist as he picks up the pace and thrusts into me faster. I clench my butt tighter and he moans as he feels the pressure around his dick. He is panting hard, moving one hand to my throat to force my head back. My mind goes blank as I touch my pussy, rubbing my clit, while he inserts his long fingers in me.

“I’m coming, pet. Where do you want it?”

His dick is throbbing inside of me. He is at his limit, grunting as he holds back so I can come first.

“Inside. Let it out inside.”

“You are missing something.” His sexy deep voice is scolding. He lifts my hips higher, so much I am in the air only supported against the table and his body behind me.

“Come inside, Master. Fill me up with your cum.”

I can’t repress a loud moan than echoes through the house, as I orgasm so hard I feel I’m going to faint. My whole body relaxes, but he keeps going, drilling me deep and hard, until I feel the thick cum flooding in so warm, so precious to me.

He goes limp inside me and with a torturing, deliberate slowness, pulls out bit by bit until my butt-hole’s been left so open, the cum is dripping down my tights.

“Ah, I came a lot today. I’ll wipe it clean. Don’t move.”

He reaches for a paper towel from the kitchen counter and I remain still as he sets my feet back down on the floor, kneeling down to clean the dripping semen of my body.

“My legs are shaking so much,” I say turning around, placing my hands on his broad shoulders to regain my balance. “You were so rough.”

He remains quiet, going about wiping me clean and fixing my clothes back on me with mechanical precision, as if the whole thing was just nothing but a chore to him.

Once his warm hands leave my body, I feel so empty, so incomplete. I just came really hard but I feel myself getting turn on again, wanting more. He stands up to dispose the paper towels and zips his pants back up. I grab his hand to stop him.

“Do me again.” I say. “I want to feel you again.”

“I don’t want you to be late for class. You have less than ten minutes to get ready.”

“That’s plenty of time. Please, play with me some more, Master.”

I stand on my toes to reach his face, looking for his lips. But all I get is a scowl as he pushes me away.

“What a naughty pet you are,” he says turning away from me, heading to brush his teeth. “You are too much trouble, Laurie. Get ready to leave now. It’s an order.”

Game time is over. Is back to reality now.

…

I get a lot of looks as I walk down the street. I’m barely a B cup on my breast but I have learned how to take advantage of my petite figure. I know I have my lady charms. Even my friends mock me saying I look like a pin-up girl; pale skin, tiny waist and nice, firm legs. I play along dressing like one, rocking my miniskirts, wearing stocking up to my thighs, high heels and cute accessories. I even do my hair in two high pigtails, dying it a dark shade of blue to give me that extra surreal touch.

Henry looks at me, laughing.

“You take this to another level.” He says as we walk to the bus station. “I can’t tell if this is just a phase or if you are serious anymore.”

“You don’t think I’m cute?”

“All brothers think their little sisters are cute.”

Do all sisters think their older brothers are handsome? I doubt it. But mine is. We look pretty much alike, except he is so much more taller and broader than I am. And, of course, he still keeps his natural hair color; a dark shade of brown that reminds me of melted chocolate, so shiny and soft to the touch I can spend hours running my fingers through it. Growing up he had terrible crooked teeth but after years of braces, they are now perfectly straight and white, which makes his sweet smile stand out a lot more. All that, paired with his semi-formal style of dressing, the glasses he wears and his caring attitude, makes him look like the type of nerdy boy you could spot at comic book conventions, fond of geeky stuff and video games. It’s the perfect cover. I’m the only one who gets to witness and enjoy his darker, more playful side.

We get on the bus, which is packed to the roof as usual. That’s the price for living in the city. Can’t help but deal with overpopulation.

He’s been taking me to school ever since we were little. Now that I go to college, things are no different. Even when it forces him to walk an extra 30 minutes to his job, he still takes the bus with me every day and makes sure I get well to my destination. I like it. It makes me feel safe and keeps at bay the pervs that would otherwise try to take advantage of me.

We take a place on the end of the bus, standing up because there are no more seats available. Everyone is busy on their phones or talking, so no one is paying attention.

Game starts.

“I need it.”

That’s all I have to say. There’s no acknowledgment in his face, not even a betraying look. But he’s heard me, and soon enough is arm is around my body, as if he is just securing me so

I won’t fall. Nothing a good older brother wouldn’t do.

He slides his hand down my back, in between my legs, careful not to lift the skirt too much, pretending to be leaning forward to rest on the seat in front of him just to get down enough for me. Moving my panties to the side, he presses his thumb around the brim of my butt-hole, where I’m still wet from early. I hold on to by purse, struggling to repress all my reactions.

“I need more.”

A wet, long finger goes inside me, moving in and out. The trick is to pretend nothing is happening. We are so far back, hidden behind all these people, no one can see that I’m getting fingered by the man next to me, nor that we look so much alike is evident we are related.

I take my smartphone out, pretending to type but I’m already breathing hard. He inserts another finger without me asking and his moves become more intense. I’m still hurting from this morning but I lift up my butt a bit more to give him more access. He picks up on the queue and goes in even deeper, pressing twisting his fingers inside to give me more sensation. I press my lips hard, hoping to repress a moan. The reflection on my smartphone’s screen reveals my pang expression, as if something is hurting. My cheeks grow hot and I blush but when I peek into his face, his expression is calm and relaxed, almost bored. Just another passenger in the bus, minding his own business.

The bus comes to an abrupt stop, so sudden it sends us crashing forward. Henry holds me by the waist with both hands, to prevent me from hitting my head on the seat in front of me.

“Whoa, be careful you moron!” yells one passenger to the driver.

“He’s gonna get us killed,” replies another.

The general commotion subsides and my brother turns to look to at my face, eyes full of concern.

“Are you okay?”

I simply nod, too hot to say anything without my voice sounding strange.

He smiles. I love that smile, that sweet reassuring smile that makes me feel not a thing in this world can go wrong. But just as soon as it comes, it vanishes away and his brown eyes grow darker and devilish.

“Then, let’s continue.”

Three fingers in and I just want to cry in pleasure now. I don’t care if they see. I don’t care if we are caught. The feeling is just so intense, I want to get carried away.

His lips reach my ear casually enough not to drag attention, just a brother sharing a secret with his sister:

“You are not allowed to come here. Hold it in. I don’t permit you to break rule one.”

I breathe in deeply, trying to calm down, which is impossible with his long fingers inside me, teasing the inside of my butt in that intense way he knows I love so much.

“Please, let me, Master…”

He takes his fingers out and slides my panties back into place, pinching the fabric on one side to make it slap against my skin.

“Don’t call me that in public. You are grounded now.”

“Not fair, I-”

“Shh. We are almost at your stop. Get yourself presentable.”

I do as he says and arrange my clothes on me again. I am so wet, so horny, the lingering desire still running through my hot skin and he won’t even let me come.

The bus arrives at my stop. He slaps my butt as I move towards the exit, taking advantage of the general noise and distraction of the passengers getting off the bus and I turn to look my head to give him a last look before the bus drives away. I guess I’ll have to walk to classes by myself today.

I’m turned on, frustrated and hurt.

I have the best brother in the world but he is very hurtful some times.

…

I feel lost when my brother is not with me. The world seems such an unwelcoming place without him, devoid of color or anything fun. I was always very dependent of him, and no even my body can’t function without his touch.

I keep walking by the station, distracted by my thoughts and my unsatisfied desires, without paying attention where I’m going. I hadn’t noticed the “wet floor” sign and my heels, that can’t get a grip on slippery hall, send me crashing forward right into someone’s back.

“Oops. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” I say, rubbing my now sore nose. The person turns around and a pair of firm hands grab me tight by my arms, so I don’t fall.

“No, it’s not your fault. I was distracted.”

I look up at the person I just assaulted and I’m surprised to meet the young looking face of a man, probably around my age, wearing a mail man’s uniform.

Maybe is because I’m still horny but seeing this cute looking guy in uniform sends my mind racing. Before I know it, my face has turned bright red and my cheeks feel hot. I look away toying with my hair, but neither of us seems to be moving out of the way of the other. His eyes are on me but when I meet them, there is no lust in them just like in the eyes of every guy I have to deal with. They are different, honest, almost concerned.

“Are you all right, miss? Looks like you are about to cry.”

I check my face again in the reflection of my smartphone, unaware of how distressed Henry’s games had made me.

“I’m okay. It’s just one of those days, you know?” I say.

“Yeah, I know.”

He lets out a sight, shuffling the letter he’s holding in his hands. His eyes grow somber and I can almost read the pain they are trying to hide. I take a minute to analyze his face. He has messy brown hair, dark hazelnut eyes, and a long straight nose that suits him in and odd way. Barely taller than me, slim and so pale it almost seems he’s never been under the sun, he looks so familiar to me I can’t help but think I’ve met this guy before. Not only that, I feel as If I have known him for a long time, like a long lost childhood friend.

“Do I know you?” I finally ask, tapping on his wrist to get him to look at me. His eyes widen in surprise, along with his melancholic smile.

“Curious, I was about to ask the same thing.” he replies, as he leans a bit closer to take a better look at me.

“Which school did you go to?”

“I studied at home. Never been to any school.”

“Summer camp?”

He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry miss. Truth is, I’m not even from this city. I just moved in a couple of weeks ago and started working as a messenger.” He pats the envelopes in his hands. “Unless I’ve delivered something to you, I doubt I have seen you before.”

“Maybe in social networks.” I press on, sure that he’s in my memories somehow. “Seven degrees of separation might be a valid theory after all. You might be a friend of a friend.”

He chuckles, a tiny smile reaches his almond eyes. This is a new found feeling for me: I’m not only turned on, I’m moved by his every gesture.

I want him. I want him now.

“I’m holding you back.” he says apologetically, stepping aside to allow me enough room to walk. “I’m sorry, you must be busy. I better let you go now. Please have a good day.” He turns his back on me but I grab him by the sleeve of his uniform, a bold move even I am surprised of.

I’m not even sure what I’m about to say. He raises one eyebrow expectant of my words. I think of what I want: his fingers inside me, his mouth sucking on my nipples. Oh, how easy it would be to seduce him and how lucky he should be that I let him.

I think of Henry.

“No, it’s nothing.” I say at last, letting go of him. “You too have a good day.”

The moment he walks away from me, I feel empty again. Incomplete. Lost in the world.

From the bottom of my heat, I wished I could meet this guy again.

…

“Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

My body is pressed between the wall and Henry’s body. Is late that night and Dad is home. He moves his hand out of my mouth but pushes the dildo I was playing with deeper inside my butt, twisting it around to get the texture to rub my insides. I shiver, trying to catch my breath enough to speak.

“Don’t get caught. Never get caught.”

That’s the answer he demands of me. He leans down and bites my shoulder and I can’t repress a moan. Dad is in the living room, and we are in the hall between my room and Henry’s. I forgot that we were not alone. In an attempt to seduce him and have him forgive me for my carelessness this morning, I walked up to him wearing nothing but a short top to cover my breast and my favorite pink dildo deep in my ass.

“You are trouble Laurie.” He says, panting hard, fucking me with it. “Don’t you understand I do this to protect you? That I only care about you?”

“I do, Master. I do.” I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, letting him lift me up and shove me back into my room. He throws me in bed, the motion causes the dildo to fall out. My whole body is twisting and ready to receive him. I open my legs wide, completely exposing my pussy and ass for him to make his pick which hole to penetrate.

“Fuck me, Master.” I plea. “Fuck your little pet.”

He steps back scowling, fixing his glasses back on his face.

“Not when Dad is home. You are getting careless, Laurie. It makes it really difficult to protect you when you are inconsiderate like that. I’ll to have to ground you again.”

“No, please!”

Before I can say anything more, he slams the door shut on me, leaving me alone in my dark room, half naked and burning with desire.

“Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes.” He says from the other side of the door, using the same sweet and loving tone of voice he puts on when there’s people around. “I hope you are hungry. I made spaghetti.”

“I’ll be there soon.” I say, loud enough to make sure Dad hears it, wiping the tears of frustration off my face. Is the second time today he leaves me unfulfilled.

…

It was never my intention to end up as submitted pet to my brother. But in way, I guess it was inevitable.

I used to press my ear against the wall, to hear him gasp and moan as he touched himself at nights. His raspy groans sent shivers down my spine and filled my mind with all kinds of dirty thoughts. There really is something to be appreciated about the way a guy moans when he feels pleasure. It’s something so primal, so wild, it gets me going every time. Porn movies don’t do any justice, with the girl yelling so loud to the point is rather annoying. Henry’s deep bass voice was pleasant enough when you heard him talk in a regular conversation, but the way he groaned when he was making himself feel good took the sexiness of it to a whole other level. I could not resist to be part of that. Sometimes I would touch myself too and moan to the wall to have him hear me. This went on for years and at times, when Dad was not home, I would get louder and louder and say all kinds of dirty things.

I always thought it was nothing but a game. But one day I took things too far.

A few weeks after I turned 21, I got into a fight at a bar and it was just my luck to be the only one to get arrested. I had a hard time coping with life when mom left. I had become very erratic and violent. With my new found freedom after becoming an adult, alcohol was easier to get. Guys were willing to pay for it and clubs became my second home. I was skipping college, not willing to find a job and on the highroad towards becoming a drunken bitch.

Henry came to pick me up at the police station that night, paying for my bail with his hard earned money, so Dad wouldn’t find out. I will never forget the look of disappointment in his face as we drove back home in a cab. How tired and weary he looked.

“I’m sorry.” I said when we got home, feeling honestly ashamed with my behavior.

“Don’t be.” He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose before putting them back on. “This is my fault. Had I been a better brother, maybe you-”

“You are great brother, the best anyone could ever hope for.” I said, sobs shaking my entire body. “It’s just…I just feel so lost. I don’t mean to do these things at all, you’ve got to believe me.”

He couldn’t even look me in the eye. That broke my heart.

“Go bed now,” he said, turning his back on me. “We’ll talk it over in the morning.”

I did as he said, but I could not sleep at all. Not for the embarrassment of the fight or that of being arrested. It was the sad look on his face that haunted me. I knew I had to make it up somehow.

I sat on all fours on my bed, the head of which was leaned against the wall that separated our bedrooms. I was still wearing the short purple dress that stuck to my figure, the one that drove every guy in the club crazy. I wanted to do something to help him relive the stress I’d caused him, as I have done so many times. I pressed my lips to the wall, and moaned for him.

“I’ve been so bad, so bad lately.” I said, talking through the wall, making sure he’d hear me. I licked my fingers and slid them down to touch my pussy, rubbing my clit with circular motions.

“I am so bad.”

“Yes, you are.”

I gasped, not expecting this at all. In all the years we had played this little game he had never even implied that he could hear me, let alone replied to me.

“I am. I am bad girl.” I said, using my best sexy voice, working my fingers harder on my pussy. “I need someone to correct me.”

“You need to be taught a lesson.” He said, his voice becoming that raspy, deep groan that indicated he was touching himself too. The thought of his tender hands, the ones he used to pat me, comfort me, prepare my meals, rubbing his cock up and down, got me wetter and more exited. I pressed my ear against the wall to hear him better, all the while moaning for him.

“I do. I need someone to punish me, to punish me hard.”

He slammed the wall and I froze in place, unsure what to make of it. There was a long pause and no sound came from the other room.

“We have to stop this. Is not right.”

I knew what was his kink. I had found his porn on the computer and I knew just what kind of role play he was into. Decided as I was to make up for my bad behavior, I carried on.

“I know. But I’m such a bad girl, I can’t help myself.”

“I’m serious, Laurie. No more of this.”

I moaned even louder through the wall, still touching my pussy.

“Play with me,” I begged, inserting my fingers. “Let me hear you. I want to hear you as you touch yourself. Come on, do it for me. Come for me.”

The fainted sound of his panting came back. I knew he must be rubbing his dick hard and judging by the sound of it, he was not going to last long.

“You are trouble, Laurie.” He said, in between groans. “You are trouble and if you keep living this way, they are going to take you away from me. Is that what you want?”

My heart felt tight in my chest as he said this. Not seeing my brother again was far scarier than any threat anyone could ever give me. It was losing someone I loved again.

“I don’t want to be away from my brother.” I said, holding my tears back. “I want to be a good girl just for you.”

“And I want to take care of you but I don’t know how anymore.” There was a hint of desperation on his voice and I felt so guilty I could cry. “Tell me what to do Laurie. Tell me how to help you.”

I imagined his sad, weary face and felt like my heart would shatter with guilt.

“I need to be shown how to be good.” I said, touching myself again. “I need a Master. Will you be my Master?”

“Please Laurie, don’t talk like that.”

“Master, please,” I pressed my whole body against the wall, my hips moving on their own as I fingered myself. “If my Master were to teach me how to be good. If my Master were to take care of me, then I -”

“Is that what you want?”

“I do. I really do. Please be my Master. Come, punish me Master. I’ve been bad. Teach me how to be good.”

“Shut up, or I’ll take your word for it.”

“Master, please. Can I be your pet girl? Let me be your pet girl and I’ll be good. Please fuck me until I’m good.”

There was another paused. Then I heard his steps on the hall, followed by knock on my door.

“Open up.”

This was not the same sweet voice I’ve come to know and love. It was commanding and firm, menacing even.

I stood still for a moment, unsure what to do.

“I said open up. Don’t make me repeat myself. As my pet, you must obey.”

The authoritative tone of his voice drove me crazy. I felt my body growing hot. My pussy twitching. I was not sure what to expect but I knew he was right.

I had to obey.

When I opened the door, his face was calm, cold and expressionless. But there was fire in his eyes and such lust in them, I recoiled in surprised. It was as if I was standing in front of another man altogether, a dignified king in all his glory. I’d never realized until then just how beautiful he was.

“I will ask one last time, Laurie.” He said, not single hint of emotion in his words. “Is this what you want?”

I looked at his crotch, where even thru his pants I could see his hard dick pressing. My hand reached out for it instinctively but he slapped it away.

“Answer me first. I want to hear you say it. Say that this is what you want. Say that this will make you a good girl. Say that you will be a good pet from now on. Say it and I will fuck you.”

This was the man I’d grown up with. He’d braided my hair in school. He’d placed coins below my pillow when I shed my baby teeth. He ironed my clothes, protect me from bullies and has been taking care of me in every possible way, far and beyond what any brother’s duty should be. And now, this very same man was standing in front of me, asking for my submission.

I wanted to submit. I didn’t care about social conventions, about brotherly love, about heaven or hell. All I knew is that right then and there, I wanted that man, whoever he was, brother, Master or incubus, to fuck me senseless. I regretted not saving my virginity for him. I regretted not having been naughtier sooner. I wanted him to possess me.

“I want to be good, Master.” I replied, my lips trembling with each word, tears swelling in my eyes. “Teach me how to be good.”

He fucked me all night mercilessly, drilling his cock inside me with such intensity, I thought I was going to faint. He turned me around and spat on my butt and took me from behind without any consideration. It hurt really bad but I begged him not to stop. I wanted him to break me, to punish me, to fuck the naughtiness out of me. When he was at his limit, he pulled out and shot his load on my back. Keeping me on that position, he worked my clit with his fingers until I could not hold it anymore and came with all my strength.

I got barely a moments rest when he was mounting me again, turning me on my back, legs in the air, hitting all the right spots inside my pussy. His cock was just how I had imagine it, long and tick, with a nice round head and he was completely shaven down there. He went in so deep, his balls were hitting my butt as he thrust me.

“Good girl. You are such a good girl now.” He said, as I forced him to switch positions and sat on top taking him all in with my pussy despite the pain, the exhaustion or the moral implications.

“Cum inside.” I said, moving my hips in circular motions to stimulate him better. “Please, Master.”

“No.”

To my disappointment, he had too much control over himself and lifted my hips just in time, pulling his dick out and shooting his load on his own stomach.

“You haven’t earn that yet.” He said, reaching for a Kleenex on my night stand, wiping his body clean of his own thick milk. “I’ll cum inside you when you have proven to me that you have changed.”

“I’ll do my best.” I said, and I meant it.

“You better. Things will be different from now on.”

He got up and put his clothes back on. I looked at him confused: was he leaving? Will there be no cuddling?

“Master?” I said, pouting my lips, leaning on my elbow as I watched him walk to the door.

“Prove to me you are better now,” he said, “and I’ll let you stay the night in my bed. Only good pets get to sleep with their Master.”

“Are you serious?”

He turned to look at me with those cold eyes of his and I knew just how very serious he was.

“You belong to me now Laurie. You will obey me and you will be good or there will be no more of this.” He grabbed his own thick cock, no hanging flaccid for him, after a night of pleasure. “Never forget, you were the one who wanted this.”

That’s how it all started. A reward system based on how much I behaved. My grades in college, my adherence to the rules he set for us. One misstep could earn me weeks without so much as a kiss but my compliance was rewarded with anything I could ask for. Any fantasy, any request, as long as I was good, as long as I said I wanted it, was granted almost immediately.

I became increasingly addicted to our games but I knew too well the boundaries of our relationships. No matter how hard I tried, nor how good I behaved, Henry would never love me as a man loves a woman.

…

“I’m worried about you not getting to school safe. Should I hire a driver to pick you up at the station?” The text reads. Henry has been assigned to a different office this month and he has not been able to walk me to classes for a while.

“I’ll be fine.” I text back. “I’ve got to learn how to be on my own eventually.”

I’m lying, of course. I don’t want Henry to suspect I have found another body guard to protect me every day, nor that he is already waiting for me as I get off the bus, neatly dressed up in his mailman’s uniform, his beautiful sad eyes lighting up as soon as he sees me.

“Good morning, Jamie.” I greet him, planting a light kiss on his cheek. The fresh smell of his after shave lingers on my nostrils even as I step away. I find it endearing.

“I brought you coffee.” He says, handing me the cup of steamy cappuccino. “Skim milk, two sugars.”

“Just as I like it.”

We begin walking, chatting about everything without any worries at all. He’s just so sweet. I find myself looking forward to these walks with him each morning. I like the way he looks at me, not with the concern or worry Henry does when he is being brotherly, nor the cold, expressionless glare of my Master. This is a different kind of look. Is almost pure.

“How’s your mother?” I ask him as we cross the street. My school is not that far, just a mere twenty minute walk.

“There’s good days and bad days.” He says with a sigh. “I just wish I could stay with her all day but I’ve got to work to pay the medical bills.”

“You are such a good son.”

He blushes, looking away.

“I feel like I just do the bare minimum.” He says with a shrug. “She’s the only family I’ve got.”

We are at the gate of my college. This is where we part. I don’t want it to end and by the looks of it, neither does he. It’s nice to stand together like this. It’s comforting.

“Will you go out with me one day?” He asks, his face growing red.

I can’t help but chuckle. I’m glad he finally got the courage to ask.

“Sure, I’d loved to.”

“Is tomorrow night okay?”

“Sounds good.”

He looks so happy, I feel my heart melting with his cuteness. We exchange numbers and say goodbye but this time, I press my body closer and plant my kiss just at the corner of his lips. He blinks in surprise, letting out a nervous laugh.

I know he is shy but if I play my cards right, I might get him to make love me such as Henry never has.

…

“Meet you at the park at 8pm?”

“Can’t wait.”

I smile at the phone, my heart warm in anticipation. I never had that before, the whole dating thing. I never held hands with anyone, never went to a romantic dinner, never had a bouquet of roses given to me. I was such a tomboy growing up, most people simply assumed I was a guy. During my teen years, I was always picking fights with all my classmates and friends and no one really liked me. The one time a guy paid attention to me, we were all drunk at a party and next thing I knew, I wasn’t virgin anymore. I was convinced no one would ever love me. No one except Henry. No matter how mean or nasty I was too him, he never stop smiling, never scold me, never said a single mean thing to me. He always took me just as I was and promised he will never leave me, no matter what. I thought I could be happy with just that, then I thought I could be happy with giving him my body. But I am greedy, just as he said and I’m always craving more.

It’s time to leave. Henry is in the living room, watching the news. I walk behind the couch so he won’t see me, heading to the door.

“I have a date tonight,” I announce, grabbing my purse and jacket. “Don’t stay up waiting for me.”

I don’t know what I expected, maybe some jealousy or an even stronger reaction. There’s none of that.

“All right, have fun.” Is all he says, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

What was I thinking, I guess he just doesn’t care. Maybe it’s better this way, and I shouldn’t make a great deal out it. But just as I’m about to reach to door handle, he turns the TV off, and twist his head over the shoulder to get a glimpse of me as I stand there, dress up and ready to leave him for another man.

“Wait.” He says, a low, sorrowful whisper. It makes my heart slip a beat.

“What do you want?” I try to act like I’m annoyed, stomping my feet to make him think I’m in a rush here.

He makes a long pause. But then, he straightens his back and meets my eyes. That’s the cold, lustful stare of my master.

“Get down on your knees.”

…

“Open up your mouth”

I do as my master commands and open wide, salivating thirsty for his dick. He pushes his cock far down my throat, making me gag.

“Come on Laurie. Be a good girl and keep going.”

I hold him by the hips, bopping my head up and down his dick. He must have recently take a shower, because he still smells like soft scented soap. I close my eyes and just take in his fullness, the sensation of his head hitting the roof of my mouth, the saltiness of the pre cum spilling from him. I want more. I always want more.

“I hope he’s a nice guy.” He says, in between groans of pleasures. “I hope he treats you right, that he sees just what a wonderful girl you are.”

I keep going, playing with his balls with one hand, working my clit furiously with the other. I can feels his dick throbbing and I begin to suck him harder, the inside of my cheeks feeling him too.

“And I hope, when he kisses you, he can taste my cum on your lips.”

The sweet taste of his semen as it shots from his dick, fills my whole mouth, making me gag. But I swallow it all, sucking even harder, wanting more. He lifts my head up by the chin, taking his dick out slowly and running the dripping tip thru my lips. I’m breathing hard, still turn on, my new panties already wet by the juice coming from my pussy, now ready to receive him. But he makes me stand up, and holds the door open for me handing me my purse.

“And I hope, pet,” he adds with an unreadable look on his eyes, “that you never forget you belong to me. I’m the only one who knows how to handle you.”

…

I arrive at the park a little later than expected and Jamie is already waiting for me. He looks lovely in a simple white shirt, black jacket and blue jeans. There’s something so endearing about his simplicity, it makes my heart melt.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” I say as I greet him, though honestly I’m not sorry at all. I even thought about canceling tonight and stay home to play around with Henry some more.

“It was worth the wait.” He says with a charming smile, offering his arm.

We walk a little around the park. Is mid summer, but the air is fresh and the night sky so clear, we can even see the stars. We stop for ice cream and then seat at a bench, talking about everything and anything. Minutes seem to melt away in his company. I can see how I could love someone like him.

“Can I kiss you?”

I never had a guy being this nice to me. I nod and he leans his head closer, pressing his lips on mine. It’s a sweet, pure, inexperienced kiss. I run my fingers across his hair, keeping his head in place, licking his lips with the tip of my tongue. His breath turns shallow, as he dares to place a hand on my waist, parting his lips a little to allow his own tongue in my mouth, slowly at first but gaining more and more intensity. It’s not a bad kiss but it can be better, there’s definitely potential. I press a hand to his chest to move him away, wiping the saliva off my chin. His face is bright red and I get concern he might faint.

“I’m sorry,” he says moving away from me. “I’m not very good at it.”

I can’t claim to have a lot of experience but looking just how abashed he looks, the thought suddenly hits me that he might be lacking it all together.

“Jamie, was this your first kiss?”

He looks away, hiding his face from me.

“But how old are you?” I press on, repressing my surprise.

“I just turned twenty two.”

“And you never had girlfriend before?”

He shakes his head, letting out a heavy sigh.

“I grew up in the countryside. These things are not really approved of there. Besides, my mother was always sick and I had to take care of her. They say she was okay until I was born, so I always thought it was my fault and that I had no right to leave her side or to be happy at all.” He toys with the ends of his jacket, as if going over the painful memories. “I’m sorry,” he says, looking back at me, an apologetic smile on his lips. “I’m getting too personal here. You must feel very uncomfortable.”

“Not at all.” I squeeze his hand tight, giving him the same reassuring smile I learned from Henry. “You are very cute and I really admire all you do for your mother.”

“Thank you for saying that, you are really nice. I don’t know why, but I never felt comfortable around anyone like I do with you.”

He places another hand on top of mine, getting a bit closer to me, looking for my lips again. I give him a quick peck and we both chuckle embarrassed.

“This might sound crazy,” he says, stroking my cheek, “but…I think I love you Laurie. I think you might be the one.”

My chest feels tight when I hear these words. I find myself unable to find a suitable response.

“Jamie, I -”

“Please, listen to me. Don’t reject me just yet.” He takes a deep breath and leans closer. “I never thought love at first sight was real until I met you. I know I’m pathetic: I don’t make a lot of money and I don’t go to school, but if you give me some time, Laurie, if you believe in me, then I can become someone worthy of you. I will work hard and I will built a nice life for us, to give you everything you want. I want to make you my wife.” He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses it with his eyes closed. I take it away and look down, unable to meet his eyes at the moment.