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Martin Family Fun Pt. 01

By: BossySon21a



This is a story about a couple and the wife's sister having some fun with playful games, if you;'re looking for brutality or betrayal, it's not the story for you. Likewise, all the activities in it are very light, and the story moves slowly. It may get heavier with future installments, and it may get very kinky, but don't expect much in the way of genuine cruelty or contempt. Also, this is a FANTASY story and real life doesn't work like this, just in case that needs to be said! That said, here we go.

MARTIN FAMILY FUN Part One

CHAPTER ONE: Wedding Anniversary...

A rainy night in early summertime, 2006...

"Wow," Joan Martin said with a sigh, "I feel like I've been wrung out! It's been a long time since I danced that much!"

"It was fun, though, wasn't it?" her husband James asked with a grin, as he drove them through the late Friday night traffic toward their home in the rural outskirts of the city. "Not bad for a couple of old folks!"

"Speak for yourself, James Allen Martin," Joan said sharply. "Where I come from, 44 is not old!"

"It's not exactly a spring chicken, as my mother used to say, either," James replied, "but I guess we've still got a few good years left in us."

"I had fun tonight," Joan said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the car seat, her thick blonde hair piled up around her head and shoulders. Earlier in the evening, that hair had been piled atop her head in an intricate arrangement that Cassy, her hairdresser, and spent hours preparing. Four straight hours of dancing, dining, and generally partying had left the elaborate 'do' in ruins.

Neither spoke for a few minutes, listening in companionable silence to the sound of the rain on the roof of their car, thinking their own thoughts.

Jo looks better with her hair down anyway, James thought as he stole a glance at his wife while he drove, not that she'd ever believe me if I told her that.

"Just think," Joan said softly in the darkness, over the gentle sound of the soft jazz from the expensive sound system, "we've been married for twenty-six years. Twenty-six years ago today."

The party that evening had originally been planned for their twenty-fifth anniversary, a year before, but it had been cancelled when a car accident had unexpectedly removed Joan's parents from her life just a few weeks before. Nobody had felt like celebrating anything for quite some time after that. Thus it was that the Martins had celebrated their twenty-sixth anniversary with unusual fervor instead.

"Yeah, we've been married for over a quarter of a century," James nodded.

Joan opened her eyes, laughed ruefully, and said, "Again with the age thing! Will you please cut that out, it's depressing!"

James smiled a little, his gentle teasing was having its effect. Personally, he did not mind the fact of the passage of time as much as his wife claimed to do. Twenty-six years of marriage, right out of high school, successfully founding and selling a business and then founding another, raising three wonderful children to adulthood, and they were still together.

Nothing to be ashamed of there, James thought with satisfaction. I still love Jo as much now as I did they day we got married-no! I love her more now! When we first got married it was mostly 'in love' and infatuation, what we have now is the real thing. I love Jo as the mother of my children, the woman I've lived my life with, my best friend for a quarter of a century, that's stronger and better than what we had when we were eighteen!

Plus, James thought with a slightly salacious smile, as he stole another glance at the woman sitting in the passenger seat of their expensive car,  Jo is still smokin' hot! Like could be a lot worse!

Clad as she was in a floor-length red gown with a side-slit that showed her legs to well above her knee while she was dancing, and now revealed her left leg almost up to the thigh in the position in which she sat, she was indeed a pleasing sight to her husband. The upper part of the gown revealed a little cleavage, and if her breasts were no longer so 'perky' as they had once been before three children and decades of adult life, they were still beautiful, or at least James thought so.

"Enjoying the view?" Joan teased him, noticing her glances and where they were going.

"Yes," James said simply.

"I'm flattered, Honey," Joan replied, leaning her head back and closing her eyes, "but I think after tonight I'm probably too tired to do anything about it tonight. I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not," James said, though he was a tad disappointed. Still, he was tired himself, they were in their mid forties, after all, not eighteen anymore. He had a hunch they might both be asleep not long after they got home.

As it happened, though, when they pulled into the driveway of their secluded lakefront home, they saw a vehicle parked in the driveway beside their own, a blue minivan, and just getting out of it was a very familiar figure: Joan's younger sister Kathleen Ann Samms, though nobody ever used that full moniker, she had been 'Katie' to kin and friends for so long that the full name was nearly forgotten.

"Jo!" the younger woman called out to her sister as they got out of the car, heading toward them through the steady rain, "James! I'm sorry I'm late, I wanted to come to the party, but I just couldn't get back into town in time! My flight was delayed and by the time the morons at the airline made arrangements for a new flight, I'd lost hours, and I didn't even get back into town until a couple of hours ago!"

Joan hugged her auburn-haired sister close, and said, "I'm just glad you could make it before the day is over! I've missed you so much these last three weeks!"

"Me too," Katie said, "both of you!" She stepped away from Joan to hug her brother, and a few minutes later the three of them were sitting around the kitchen table, and Joan had brought out a bottle of red wine to celebrate the evening, after the women dried off their hair from the rain.

Katie Samms worked as a consultant, and she was quite good at it, but this work took her out of town on a regular basis. To her frustration, a business commitment had forced her to be out of town as her older sister's wedding anniversary celebration had approached, she had swore up and down that she would make the party, but when the time came things just did not work out as she had hoped.

"I swear," Katie said, as she sipped her second glass of wine, "sometimes I just hate my job! I mean we've been planning this party for months, and I so wanted to be there! After last year, when Mom and Dad...well, I wanted to be there, for the party tonight, I promised I'd be there, and I let you down. Can you both please forgive me? Pretty pretty please?!"

Katie widened her eyes in a trick she had mastered when she was six years old and being babysat by her teenage older sister, it did indeed make her look almost heart-rendingly innocent and sad. Of course the effect was largely spoiled when she broke out laughing a moment later.

"Of course you're forgiven, Sprite," James said, using the nickname he'd had for his sister since she was nine years old. "You didn't miss that much anyway, just some delicious food, great music, and hours of dancing with our old friends."

"There he goes again with the 'old' talk," Joan groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Ever time I start to forget he goes and reminds me!"

"My heart bleeds for you, Sis," Katie said dryly, sipping her wine. "If I look half as hot ten years from now as you do today, I'll consider myself lucky!"

Joan raised her head again, revealing a wicked smile. "You wish," she said.

"Yes, I do," Katie admitted. "I've always been jealous of that body of yours, I look like a damned boy!"

"You do not," James said, relaxed by the wine. "No boy ever filled out a pair of blue jeans like the ones you're wearing! That's not a boy's rear end, either! "

"Down boy," Joan instructed her husband with a laugh. "Remember which sister you married!"

"Relax, Sis," Katie said, sipping at her wine again. "I couldn't steal James here if I tried...and I'll admit, just between the three of us, that it's a tempting thought!"

"Ignore her, James," Joan ordered with a giggle. "She just wants to drag you home and tie you up like she does her boyfriends."

"And that would be a bad thing why?" James teased back.

"Because...well-tell him why it would be a bad thing, Katie!"

Katie smiled at her slightly tipsy older sister and said, "Well, it wouldn't be a bad thing for me, I think it would be a lot of fun, in fact. But I'd never come between you two knowingly, Sis. Ever. Not ever ever ever ever ever."

"I know," Joan said, getting a little more serious. "But I have to admit, the thought of this overgrown boy scout being all tied up and helpless is kind of funny!"

"Yeah, funny for you," James said. "But we're a team, Jo, we just celebrated that. So if I have to get all tied up, so do you!"

"Yeah, right, me bound and gagged, that'd be a sight to see," Joan said dryly. "A middle-aged bottle blonde trussed up like a turkey!"

"Don't knock it till you try it, Sis," Katie advised with a giggle, finishing her second glass of wine. "You never know, you just might like it!"

The laughing, teasing discussion was not entirely in jest, Katie was into bondage and other kinky games, something her older sister and brother had discovered entirely by accident several years before. At first Katie had been mortified and James and Joan shocked and puzzled, but they had kept her secret from the rest of their family and friends, and the three of them had always been close, from back in the days when the older couple had been forced to drag along the then-grade-school age Katie as a combination chaperone and babysitting service. James felt as close to Katie as he would have to a blood sister, perhaps because he had been raised in an orphanage and had no close kin of his own.

Over the years, James and Joan had talked about Katie's hobbies, and admitted to each other that they were, if nothing else, curious about them. It wasn't the sort of thing you could just casually ask about, though! It was Katie's personal life, after all, but she had occasionally mentioned things to the only relatives she was free to discuss it with, this evening's joking discussion was hardly the first such conversation on the matter.

"Yeah, a mother of three and owner of an accounting business, I can see me trying that," Joan said, a little bit blearily from the wine. "I couldn't do that."

"Why not?" Katie asked seriously. "Brad's gone off to college now, with Lisa. Channa's out on her own, you've got the house to yourselves. There's no reason you two couldn't 'experiment' a little!"

"I wouldn't even know where to begin," James laughed, "even if we decided to try it. I'm afraid we're a little old to be learning new tricks now, Katie."

"Grrrrr," Joan growled through a giggle. "Again with the 'too old' talk! What is this, Jay? You make it sound like we're ready to be fitted out for rocking chairs, we're only 44!"

If they had not all had at least a couple of glasses of wine, the conversation might not have continued in the vein it was in. If she had been stone-cold sober, Katie would most certainly never had dreamed of saying what she now said.

"I guess I could help you guys try it out a little," Katie said with a hiccup and a grin. "Just a little, low-key stuff, I could show you a few tricks and you could see what it feels like. I mean, come on, you're both curious, it's obvious!"

Amid the nervous laughter, Joan said, "I can't stand pain!"

"It doesn't have to hurt," Katie assured her older sister. "Sometimes there's no pain involved at all...but sometimes people who can't stand pain find out they can take some and enjoy it, too! But we can set whatever limits you want, this is just for fun, Sis. Wanna try it? Or are you a big chicken?!"

"I'll do it if Joan wants to," James said suddenly, and Joan turned wide eyes to her husband.

"You're kidding...aren't you?" Joan asked.

"Well...not entirely. I am kind of curious, aren't you?"

"Well, sure, but I mean, we're 44 years old! We can't-"

"Now who's going about age, Jo?" James grinned.

"She's chicken," Katie giggled. She flapped her arms a little and chanted, "Cluck cluck cluck!"

"You have had enough wine," Joan said with Big Sister Authority, as she put the bottle away. "And I am not chicken! I'm just...scared."

The admission sobered the mood slightly, and Katie reached out and took her older sister's hand, and said, "You don't have to be scared, Sis. I'd never do anything to hurt you, or let anything happen to hurt either of you. This is just me...well, I missed the big party, and I want to make up for it some way. I know you're both really curious about some of the games I play, it's been kinda obvious from the questions you've asked over the years, and I figure maybe I could repay you for missing the party by satisfying your curiosity."

"Well..." Joan said. "You promise it'll be easy stuff? Just to try it out?"

Katie put her hand over her heart and nodded. "Cross my heart."

Both women broke into giggles again at their childhood ritual, and Joan drew a deep breath and said, "I don't know...let me sleep on it and ask me again tomorrow, OK Sprite?"

"OK," Katie grinned, a smile that was interrupted by a yawn, and not the first such that evening. "For now, though, I think I probably need to be getting home myself!"

"No," Joan said, her Big Sister voice back in place. "You're wobbly already, and tired from being awake-how long have you been awake, Sprite?"

Katie, who had indeed been a bit unsteady as she got to her feet, laughed ruefully and said, "At least twenty hours, to tell you the truth. Maybe more, I lost track during the flight, let's see, it's eleven p.m. here, so-"

"Never mind," Joan said. "It's pouring down rain, you're tipsy and tired, and you don't need to be driving. Is Brea home?"

"No," Katie said, "she's with her father all weekend."

"OK, then there's no reason to go home, just stay the night here with us." James said. "Jo is right, you're not in any condition to drive, you could end up getting a ticket, if nothing worse!"

"Well...I shouldn't," Katie said, as she fought another yawn, "but I'm tempted. And I've already got a speeding ticket on my record now, too, so maybe you're right."

"Of course we're right, Sprite," Joan said with a warm smile, as she got to her feet, a little unsteady herself. "With your daughter out of town there's no reason for you to drive home so late in your current state!"

Katie let herself be persuaded, and Joan dug out a set of old pajamas belonging to her younger daughter, who was roughly of a size and shape with Katie, if a tiny bit taller.

"Nighty-night, Sprite," Joan said from the door as she left the guest room, turning off the light as she did.

"Night, Sis," Katie said with a grin. The truth was she always enjoyed staying overnight with her sister and brother, it brought back old memories of when they had babysat her as a child. It was sort of fun to pretend she was eight years old again, for a few moments as she snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep. Joan knew that perfectly well, she had a similar smile of nostalgia on her face as she joined her husband, and a few minutes later all three of them were sound asleep in their respective beds.

CHAPTER TWO: Just To See What It Feels Like...

James awakened, and for a moment he was confused. The bedroom seemed brighter than it should be, and then he sleepy mind interpreted the signals from his still-sleep-bleary eyes. The sound of rain on the roof continued, and James remembered the weather forecast calling for a wet weekend, it was not predicted to finally clear out until early Tuesday morning.

It was raining outside, as his ears had informed him, but even so the light from the skylight was bright enough to illuminate the entire room, which told James that he had managed to oversleep.

A glance at the alarm clock, which someone had turned off, told him that he had overslept by quite a bit, it was almost ten a.m., and normally James would have been up and about by eight even on a Saturday. Of course, he had been up very late the night before, so sleeping in was not entirely unwelcome.

Jo must have got up earlier and turned off the alarm, James mused as he got up, showered and shaved in the private bath adjoining the master bedroom, and got dressed. I wonder what she's got up to this morning?

A quick look around the house revealed that his wife was not to be found in the living room, rec area, kitchen, dining room, basement, or any of her other usual rainy-day haunts. A glance out the kitchen window informed James that his sister was still present as well, or at least her minivan was still sitting outside in the driveway. He pondered the possibility that his wife might have taken her home in their car, that would account for how quiet the house was and the apparent absence of both women, but it seemed like rather an odd thing to do.

Then James heard a sound coming from the direction of the guest bedroom, and he realized his wife and her little sister must be up there for some reason. Heading up the steps, he found the door to the guest bedroom wide open, and sure enough, there on the queen-sized bed were both his wife and his sister, and when they looked up and saw him Katie broke into a big grin and Joan laughed and blushed.

James' eyes widened in shock, and then a smile crept over his face as he realized what he was seeing. It was the last thing he would ever have expected, but now that he saw it, the tipsy conversation from the evening before came back to his mind.

Both women were dressed in jeans and T-shirts, barefoot and had on no makeup. Their hair was down, and they looked utterly casual and 'at home', a look that James privately considered superior to any other in his wife. Katie was not an unpleasant sight that way either, of course.

Katie grinned at him and said, "How do you like my handiwork, Jay?"

Her 'handiwork' consisted, in fact, of rope work. Katie had obtained some very thin soft cords from somewhere, and now she had her older sister lying on her belly, with her wrists tight behind her snugly but not brutally tight. Another cord secured Joan's crossed ankles together. Joan was not totally unable to move, she could still rock from side-to-side, her head was free, she could stretch and wiggle, but she was not moving out of her position easily!

"I see you took Sprite up on her offer," James said as he walked over to sit down on the bed with the ladies. "I have to say you look very cute this way, Honey!"

"Thanks...I think," Joan said. "You really think I'm cute?! I mean trussed up like this?"

"You're gorgeous," James said, leaning over to give his wife a kiss. She returned the kiss, a grinning Katie watching in approval, and then James asked the ladies, "So how long have you two been doing this? I kind of overslept."

"You really overslept, lazy-bones," Joan laughed. "But we got up about two hours ago, and she's been trying out various ways to tie my hands and feet for the last hour or so. It's been kind of...interesting."

James reached out toward his wife's bare feet, and began to tickle one of her soles, and immediately Joan, who was horribly ticklish there, began to writhe on the bed.

"Cut th-hahaha-cut that-hahahaha-I said stop it!" Joan managed between gasps of laughter. "Make him stop, Katie!"

"Well, Jay," Katie grinned, "you did say last night that you were 'curious', weren't you the one taunting my big sister here about it?"


Martin Family Fun Pt. 01



"Well..."

"Come on, Jay, you know you want to!" Katie urged him with a grin.

"Yes, tie him too, Sprite!" Joan snapped. "Otherwise he'll tickle me until I'm insane!"

A few moments later, a nervous but willing James was lying on his belly beside his wife. He too was dressed in jeans and a light summer shirt, and he too was tied behind his back and at the ankles. Husband and wife were lying side-by-side, face-down and facing the foot of the bed.

"Now remember what I told you both," Katie said, as she arranged pillows under her helpless relatives to make them more comfortable, "the 'safe word'. The moment this gets to be too much, say it, yell it if I'm out of the room, and this stops right then, for good or just until you're ready for more."

Joan nodded, and James said, "Thanks. This is kind of...it's interesting, and sort of scary too!"

"I know," Katie smiled fondly. "That's part of the fun, once you learn how to get into it. But listen, guys, I'm going to the kitchen to make us a little breakfast. I'll leave the doors open, and I won't be far away, so don't be scared! If you yell I'll hear you! I'll be back in a few minutes with breakfast in bed!"

With that, Katie left the bedroom, though the door to the hallway was sitting open. Lying on the bed, side-by-side, James and Joan were left alone.

"Well..." Joan said after a moment, "this is an interesting situation."

"That's one way to put it, Hon," her husband replied ruefully. "Can you move at all?"\

"Sure," Joan giggled. "I can bend my knees, or wiggle!"

She demonstrated, making the bed shimmy slightly.

"But that's it," she went on. "It's not painful or anything, but I sure can move my arms or separate my legs! How about you?"

"Same here," James commented. "Wow, she's really got us tied up!"

"Think we could manage a kiss?" Joan asked with a giggle, blushing as she did. "Might be an interesting experiment!"

"Well, we can give it a try!" James said gallantly. "Let's see, if we could roll over onto our sides..."

James made the effort, which proved to be a little more difficult than he had anticipated. With his hands tied behind his back, he could not life himself with his arms, and the only way to move his legs was to bend his knees, raising his feet in the air. He began to 'rock' himself back and forth, and finally, with some effort, he managed to roll himself over onto his side...facing away from Joan.

"OK...now that's not quite what I had in mind," James admitted with a rueful laugh.

"Try again," Joan said, giggling. "That was funny to watch!"

"Thanks so much, my love, for the support," James said dryly, as he began to try and get back onto his stomach. "This had better be a very good kiss!"

"I'll make it worth your while," Joan promised, as she watched her husband trying to jerk himself up onto his stomach in spite of his bound hands and feet. After several failed attempts, which indeed rather amusing to her, James managed to roll over, and not only to regain his belly but to roll all the way over so that he was lying on his side, facing his wife.

"There!" James said with a smile. "Did it! Your turn, Jo!"

Joan sighed and said, "I'll try, but don't laugh!"

"You laughed at me!"

"That's different!" Joan replied. She took a deep breath, and began to twist her hips as best she could to throw herself off-balance. For a moment, she was afraid she was going to duplicate James' previous effort and come to rest facing the wrong way, but then she managed to tilt herself a little and roll over to face him, leaving them about two feet apart but at last looking each other in the face.

"Whew," Joan said, "this is harder than it seems!"

"We have to get closer," James observed.

"Brilliant, Sherlock," Joan replied acerbically. "Figure that out on your own, did you?"

James jerked his hips forward, and then managed to move his upper body and legs along bracing against his midsection. Seeing how he was doing it, Joan tried it herself, and after a few clumsy efforts husband and wife were getting close enough to touch...except that her face was in his chest.

Joan began to giggle, and James sighed and said, "Man, I am working harder for this kiss than I usually have to get in your pants!"

"Like I ever make you work for that!" Joan replied, sounding annoyed at the comment. Then she broke into laughter and James joined her a moment later, as the absurdity of the moment dawned on them.

"Scoot upward a little, Hon," James suggested. "I think that would be easier than me moving down."

Joan drew a breath, and bent her knees, and pressed her bound legs againsat the rapidly-less-neat bed covers to push her heard toward the foot of the bed, until her face more-or-less lined up with that of her mate, and then she kissed him. It began as a friendly kiss, but then her tongue began to press against his, and a moment later the kiss turned rather intense.

Unfortunately, during all their twisting about to get into position, husband and wife had moved on the bed as well, without realizing just how much, and so it caught them both by surprise when James suddenly rolled off the bed entirely, making a loud sound and pulling the quilt with him. Joan tried to regain her balance but a moment later she was on the floor with her husband, both of them tangled up in the quilt that had pulled half off the bed.

"Wh-" James gasped in stunned surprise as the pleasurable kiss gave way to the confusion.

"I don't b-believe this!" Joan gasped out as they came to rest on the floor, then she began to laugh as the realization of what had happened penetrated her mind. James was unable to keep a straight face either, the whole thing was so ridiculous, two forty-something adults tied up and kissing on the bed and falling on the floor!

Katie appeared in the door, looking as if she had come running from the sound, eyes wide. She let out a sigh of relief as she saw her laughing older sister and brother, the momentary alarm on her pretty face giving way to amusement. After a moment, she said dramatically, hands on her hips and a grin on her face, "I can't leave you two alone for a moment, can I?"

CHAPTER THREE: A Talk Over Brunch...

"So," Katie asked her relatives, as the three of them sat down at the kitchen table to eat the light brunch she had prepared, "what did you think? Was it fun?"

Katie had intended to let her brother and older sister eat in bed, maybe with their limbs still tied, but finding them tangled in the quilts on the floor, she had decided that enough was enough for the moment and released them, and they'd come to sit in the kitchen.

"Yes," Joan admitted, sounding a little surprised herself, "it was, kinda. I mean it was a little scary, and a lot frustrating! Just trying to manage a kiss suddenly turned into a huge production!"

"Tell me about it," James laughed, between bites of his omelet. "This is a great omelet, Katie!"

"Thanks," his sister said. Then she asked, "When I heard that 'thunk' sound, I panicked for a moment, I couldn't imagine what you two had done! Then when I saw you lying there I wished I had a camera, you two were just so cute!

"But," Katie added, "you were saying about frustration, Sis?"

"Well..." Joan said, looking pensive, and uncertain and nervous, but determined, "it was frustrating, like I said, I didn't think we'd ever manage a simple kiss...but there was this thrill when we did it, too! Like overcoming an obstacle, and the frustration was sorta...well, sorta fun! But that doesn't make any sense!"

"It does, kinda," James countered, after a sip of coffee. "I mean, think back to when we were teenagers, Jo. Don't you remember how frustrating it was when Sprite here wouldn't go to bed when we were babysitting her, and we wanted to make out?"

"And you thought that was fun?!" Joan said, even as Katie blushed and began to snicker.

"Not exactly," James said, "but it sure made it more exciting when we finally managed to get Sprite here off to sleep."

"You just thought I was asleep, Jay," Katie commented as she finished her omelet. "Didn't you two ever realize I sometimes snuck out of bed and spied on you two making out? It was wonderfully educational!"

Now it was the turn of Joan and James to blush, before Joan began to giggle. "I remember thinking I heard something now and then in those moments, it was you sneaking in to spy on us, wasn't it, you little brat!"

"You're just lucky we didn't have cell phone cameras back then, Sis," Katie said, in no way abashed. "If I could have snapped a few pics...oh I wish! That would have been so much fun to hold over you!"

"Mom would have killed you for tattling," Joan pointed out. "To say nothing of spying!"

"Sure," Katie admitted. "But that wouldn't have gotten you two off, either! You know Mom didn't want you two getting that hot and heavy at that age!"

The conversation went on in a light vein, old reminiscences and new subjects, as natural as any discussion in any of a thousand brunches the three had taken together, in one house or the other.

After a bit, the talk turned back to the experiment that morning, and Katie asked, "So, if you both had fun with that, wanna try something else?"

"Like?"

"A little domination," Katie said with a grin. "And I do mean 'little'. Just baby stuff. Not much more intense than a game of 'Simon says', really. And just like this morning, we stop the moment you want to use the safe word. You two game?"

"Well, I guess so," Joan said, as she finished her meal. "How does this work?"

"Just what it sounds like," Katie said, "I'll tell you both some things I want you to do, and whoever I think does the worst job of following my instructions fixes our dinner this evening, as a motivator. Sound okay? Not too scary, guys?"

"Well, I guess so," James said. "I'm game if you are, Jo!"

"How do we start?" Joan asked her little sister, who grinned and told them a safe word to use if they wanted to stop.

Then she said, "Okay, we start with cleaning up this mess. Jo, you wash the dishes, James, I want you to dry them, and I'll sit here and watch you both work!"

"So how is this game any different than normal, Sprite?" Joan asked dryly as she began to clear the table.

CHAPTER FOUR: Katie says...

When they finished, Katie ordered her older sister and brother into the living room, and followed them. In the living room, Katie sat down in the recliner, raised the footstool so that she could be more comfortable, and said, "Both of you, stand side-by-side, and stand up straight when you do!"

James and Joan self-consciously got into position, and then Katie said, "Get down on your knees, right now!"

Joan was torn between a blush and a desire to laugh as she clumsily obeyed her younger sister, aware of her husband doing the same beside her. Once she was kneeling, actually resting her weight on her folded legs, she found herself at eye-level with the soles of Katie's pedicured feet. It was an odd feeling, kneeling on the floor of her own living room, she suddenly felt rather small and subservient...and to her surprise she realized that there was a hint of moisture between her legs!

"Jay, get down on all fours and crawl over to the TV remote," Katie ordered her brother, pointing over where the remote was sitting on an end table by a sofa. "Bring it to me...and carry it with your mouth!"

James blushed, and Joan wondered if he'd stop the game, but after a moment her middle-aged, forceful husband got on all fours and crawled across the living room toward the end table, and Joan watched the sight with wide eyes, unable to tear her gaze away from her mate behaving so obediently. James reached the device, and tried to pick it up with his mouth, but it fell in the floor. After another try, he managed it, and crawled back over toward Joan and Katie, carrying the remote in his mouth like a dog retrieving a bone. He reached them, and Katie took the remote and patted his head and said, "Good slave."

Joan was starting to breath harder, this was sort of exciting!

"Remember when we trained Rover, Jo?" Katie asked, leaving her older sister puzzled.

Joan nodded, Rover had been their dog when she had been in her late teens.

"Remember all the signals you came up with to train Rover when to do his tricks?" Katie went on.

"I guess so," Joan said.

"Let's see how well you remember what you came up with," Katie giggled. "When I give the command you do what you trained Rover to do!"

Joan gasped, surely Katie wasn't serious!

Katie snapped her fingers twice in quick succession, and the memory came back of what that command had meant instantly, but Joan hesitated for a moment, considering using her 'safe word', and then she decided to stick with the game, and rolled over on her back in her best clumsy imitation of a very smart beagle.

"Good girl," Katie laughed fondly as she looked down at her older sister, who was lying on her back and holding her arms and legs up. "Sit up and beg!"

'What did that mean?' Joan asked herself, picturing their old dog and trying to think of how to imitate that move. Clumsily, Joan rolled back over on her front and got up on her knees, and pawed at the air with her hands and then, wondering if this was what she was supposed to do, made a barking noise as best she could!

"Very good!" Katie complimented her, a grin on her pretty face. "You're good at this, Sis!"

"Thanks, I think," Joan said.

"Now cut that out, Rover!" Katie snapped, her voice sounding angry but her face clearly fighting laughter. "Doggies don't talk, doggies bark! Jay, slap the doggie's butt every time she talks!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" James grinned, enjoying watching his wife blush.

"Wait a-"

SMACK!

James had reached over and slapped the seat of his wife's jeans, not very hard, the moment she had started to speak. She glared at him, then back up at Katie where she sat in the recliner, and then sighed and smiled and went, "WOOF!"

"Good girl," Katie said. "Isn't she a good girl, James?"

"I think she's trying to be," James said, enjoying the situation of being able to tease his wife without her being able to answer back. "Maybe a little naughty sometimes, though."

"I-"

SMACK! James' hand landed fimrly on the denim-covered rear of his wife.

"Sto-"

SMACK!

Joan fell silent, glaring back and forth from her younger sister to the husband kneeling beside on her the carpet, and if looks could wound they would both have needed treatment. Still, she had not used her 'safe' word, something James took note of.

"Now, this really isn't fair," Katie said. "Her not being able to talk and you can, is it Jay?"

"I suppose not," he admitted.

"Would you like to pay him back, Sis?"

Joan nodded vigorously.

"I think it's only fair," Katie said. "James, get on all fours, Jo, slap that handsome man of your ten times on the rear end, nice and hard!"

James considered using his safe word, especially seeing the eager look in Joan's eyes, but at the same time the game was still kind of interesting, he leaned forward and took his place on all fours, and then he felt a hard slap land on the seat of his jeans. Joan had just smacked his rear end, and she had done it hard!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Was that fun, Joan? Bark twice if you thought is was fun, once if not."

Still forbidden to speak, Joan giggled and made an 'arf! arf!' sound.

By now, James was rock-hard, he knew that if he got up off of all fours, the bulge in his pants would be quite obvious. He wasn't sure what it was, something about the combination of the stinging slaps, the game of obeying his sister, the while silly situation, but was definitely getting turned on!

"I'll bet your poor buns hurt, don't they James?" Katie asked.

Actually, they did not, or were just tingling. Joan had slapped him briskly, but he had on underwear and denim jeans, that had reduced the force considerably. James got back up on his knees, wondering if the women had noticed the bulge in his pants.

"A little bit," James nodded, recognizing what Katie wanted him to say and playing along. "She hit me pretty hard."

Joan rolled her eyes and started to speak, caught herself just in time, and said instead, "WOOF!" Somehow she managed to put quite a bit of 'english' into that bark. James fought to keep down laughter at the look on her face, he could rarely remember seeing his wife cuter than she was just then.

"Maybe Joanie should kiss your poor bottom and make it better?" Katie asked leadingly. "Would you like that, Jay?"

Joan's eyes widened, and James looked from his wife to his sister, wondering if she was serious. Still, it was a game...and Jo could always use that 'safe word'..."Yes, Katie, I think that would help a lot!"

"Jo, I want you to unbuckle James' belt, and pull down his pants and underwear, and kiss his bottom!" Katie ordered firmly.

James blinked, he had not expected that! For a moment he considered using the 'safe word' himself, but then again, they were all adults, so he decided to let it ride and look expectantly at his wife, who had a deer-in-the-headlights look on her face.

James could almost read her mind, after decades of marriage, Joan had always had a hangup about any kind of contact with his rear, or hers! She didn't have a problem with the occasional slap, especially through their clothes, in either direction, but if they were making love or undressed and his hand went near her buns she would catch his arm immediately. She just didn't like to be touched there, or to touch his rear either.

James actually fully expected Joan to use the 'safe word', and he would not have blamed her as such, though he knew he would be disappointed, he had been starting to really get into this game. Oh well.

Joan started at her sister, and then at her husband, going back and forth, and James could see her lips starting to form the safe word, but then just as they parted they came together again. She looked into her husband's eyes for a long moment, brown eyes locked into brown eyes, and then she crawled forward, put her hands on her husband's belt buckle, and began to unsnap it!

I can't believe she's really doing it! James thought, as his wife undid his belt buckle and then unsnapped his jeans.

He saw her start to say something, then pause. Then she 'said', "ARF!" and pointed at where he was sitting on his kneeling legs, after a moment he smiled, getting her meaning. He raised up a little and his wife slid his pants down, and then he got over on his backs so she could pull them completely off!

Now James was on the carpet, arms behind him holding him up, wearing only a shirt and a pair of black cotton briefs...and the bulge in his shorts was unmistakable. He saw the eyes of both his wife and his sister go to it, and for a moment they shared a smile, and then Joan was reaching for the elastic of his underwear. As her fingers went under that band, they brushed his hard dick, and an electric tingle went through his body. He caught her winking at him, that had not been an accident!

For a moment, as his underwear started to slide down his legs, James felt embarrassed, it was one thing to be in his underwear in front of his sister, she'd seen him in speedos at the beach in the past, after all. But this would be the first time Katie had ever seen his privates...or would it? She had admitted to spying on Joan and himself when they made out as teens, and sometimes they'd gone pretty far.

He kept silent, though, the game was still fun, and what was the point of submitting to someone if you didn't at least try to obey?

As his underwear went down his legs, his cock sprang up, and feminine giggles filled the room. They were not mocking giggles, but James blushed anyway.




Martin Family Fun Pt. 01



"Wow," Katie said. "That's a nice one, Sis!"

"Arf!" Joan said, grinning. James began to laugh a little, the situation was so silly!

"Roll over on your belly," Katie instructed James. "Get that big beautiful cock out of sight so I'm not tempted to steal you from Jo!"

"WOOF!" Joan barked warningly, her face a mixture of amusement and suspicion.

"Don't worry, Sis, he's yours," Katie assured Joan as James stretched out on his belly, his hard cock pressed between his stomach and the soft carpeting. It was a sudden effort of will not to rub himself against the carpeting!

As for Joan, her mind was in a whirl. When Katie had ordered her to pull off her husband's pants, she had frozen for a moment, and the idea of kissing his fanny made her stomach twist, not in revulsion, exactly, but...well, she wasn't sure. She herself had no idea what she found so bothersome about it, or why she'd always been unwilling to let James touch her there, or to touch him on his buns. But now, she either had to do it, or end the game...and some part of her was determined to prove to James and Katie that she could do it even if she didn't want to!

James was stretched out in front of her, naked below the waist, his pale white buns a few feet away, and Joan crawled up over him, acutely aware of her sister watching this intimate moment, and she lowered her head to his rear end, and hesitated.

"Kiss them, Joanie," she heard Katie order, kindly but firmly. "All over. Both sides. Now."

With a gulp, Joan lowered her head and planted a tentative kiss on the center of his right asscheek. The skin was warm under her lips, and her stomach loosened a little as the world didn't end. She moved her head over and kissed the other bun, feeling James shiver as she did, apparently he was enjoying the feeling of her lips on his rear end!

"Keep it up, Jo," Katie said softly. "Kiss them, lick them, I'll say when you can stop!"

Jo took a deep breath, and stuck out her tongue and ran it along one of his buns, licking it, tasting salt and warm skin. James shifted under her, he had began to hump at the floor in spite of himself.

"Stop it, James!" Katie ordered, "Hold completely still!"

"Y-yes, Ma'am!" Joan heard him say, his voice a little shaky. Joan blinked, her mind momentarily taken off what she was doing, had Jay really just called her little sister 'ma'am'?!

Remembering what Katie had said to do, Joan returned to kissing and licking, and after a few moments it began to seem less disgusting, more natural. It wasn't much different, after all, than kissing other parts of his body, which she had done willingly countless times! She didn't go near his asshole, but all of a sudden kissing his buns seemed far less strange and weird to her than it had before.

James made another humping motion, catching himself in mid-motion.

"James," Katie said, "if you move again without my permission, I am going to have Jo spank you again! Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, Ma'am!"

Joan shivered, there was something about hearing her husband call Katie that that send chills through her and made her pussy wet! Suddenly, she sympathized with James, if he was as turned on as she was, it had to be almost torture to hold still with his cock pressed under him like that, and his wife kissing and licking on him! If the poor man moved...Joan grinned, and then she began to kiss and lick with a little more enthusiasm, hoping to get him to move, and a moment later he jerked hard, pressing his cock down into the carpet as he momentarily humped the floor!

"James," Katie snapped, "I warned you!"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am!"

"Not as sorry as you're about to be! Jo, stop licking and kneel beside him, Jay, stay in place!"

With a sigh of mixed relief and reluctance, Joan got up on her knees beside her prone, half-nude mate, and looked up to see Katie smirking.

I guess she knows I was trying to get him to move, Joan thought to herself. Oh well, it worked!

"Joanie," Katie said, "your husband needs to be punished. Do you want to spank him for me?"

"Y-arf! Arf arf ARF ARF!" Joan barked out, catching herself just before she would have spoken. She nodded eagerly and tried to make her barking noises sound affirmative.

"Good girl! Spank him, Joanie!"

Joan leaned forward and began to slap her husband's bare bottom, medium-hard.

James shivered again, the feeling of his wife's lips and tongue on his bare rear had been fantastic, it had been a tremendous effort to keep still, his cock was hard and pressed into the soft thick carpeting by the weight of his own body, the heat of his belly against it made it worse! He had mostly managed to keep still, but he knew as soon as Katie had told him he would be punished if he moved what was coming, and Joan had made a point of increasing her efforts the moment Katie said it.

Now, though, Joan was spanking him, not brutally hard but hard enough to sting, right on his bare rear end, and the buns that had been made more sensitive by her gentle lips and tongue were now being smacked and slapped and the sting was the worse for it, and he still was having trouble keeping himself still, every time her palm made contact with his bare behind, James had to fight a new wave of conflicting sensations, stinging pain above and hot pleasure below, he knew if they kept this up for long he was certainly going to embarrass himself, spewing cum on their carpeting right in front of his sister!

What would that feel like? James wondered. To know I had just done that, with Jo and Katie watching?!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Joan was doing a slow, steady spanking, and it was driving James insane with sensations he was having trouble sorting out, his wife of 26 years was spanking his bare butt right in front of her sister! It was humiliating and exciting all at once, he could not remember ever feeling so conflicted, and the conflict and embarrassment were part of the excitement. He wanted it to stop, and he wanted it to go on and on and on, he wanted to grab Joan and drag her to their bedroom right then and there!

For her part, Joan was in Heaven. The feeling of her husband's muscular buns under her hand, the warmth of his skin, still wet from her licking earlier, the sight of the red marks she was leaving on what had been a pristine white pair of cheeks, she was breathing hard and part of her wanted to yank off her own pants and play with herself, she couldn't remember feeling quite so hot in ages! She was timing her slaps in hopes, on some naughty level, of getting James to start humping at the floor again, she'd never imagined seeing anything like that until today, and now she wanted to see it some more!

"All right, that's enough, Joanie," Katie said. "I think he's had enough!"

"Woof?" Joan said, no longer feeling even slightly embarrassed about barking. It had become just a part of the game, perfectly natural in that strange surreal moment.

"No," Katie grinned, sensing what her older sister wanted. "I said he's had enough."

Joan had her hand above her husband's bottom, ready to descend, and Katie saw the look in her eye and smirked, adding warningly, "You do, and you and James are trading places!"

Joan thought about that, looked from her mate's red bottom back to her sister, sitting in the recliner and leaning forward, and grinned and brought her hand down in one last hard slap!

"Oww!" James said. "Wow, that stung!"

Katie shook her head in mock sorrow, she had seen what was coming.

"I warned you, Sis!" Katie said. "James, get up on your knees, no rubbing, to touch your bottom or your cock!"

James had gotten up off his belly in relief, his dick springing out, he was too excited now to be too upset at having it on display for his sister. He did badly want to touch it, and to rub his sore buns, but he was eagerly anticipating what was about to happen, too!

Joan was scared, she had been enjoying herself a moment before, but the idea of being on the receiving end was enough that she decided, then and there, to use her 'safe word'. But somehow it wouldn't come out, as she looked from her mate to her sister and back, her stomach full of butterflies the size of hummingbirds, her snatch dripping in her pants, her mate's firm cock standing out, her breathing unsteady, she was so excited her brain seemed to have frozen!

"Jay," Katie said, "go ahead and take off your shirt, you look silly half-dressed. Joanie, you get undressed too, no reason to be unfair to James here!"

Undressed?! Joan thought in excitement and dismay, right in front of them both?!! I can't do that!

James pulled off his shirt, revealing his naked body, and Joan drew in a breath, he looked so hot, so gorgeous, right then! He always took care of himself, he had a flat stomach and firm muscles even at 44, part of her wanted to jump him! But Katie and James were watching her, waiting, and she knew what they wanted, and if she refused, if she used her safe word, the game would be over...and suddenly she did not want the game to be over!

Oh well, she thought, unaware her thoughts were echoing her husband's from a little earlier, we're all adults! I guess I can do it!

"What you waiting for, Joanie!?" Katie asked softly. "Get undressed!"

Joan got up on her knees, and pulled her shirt off over her head. Then she reached behind herself to undo the clasp on her bra, pulling off the white lacy prison and freeing what she thought of as her 'girls', enjoying the eager attention they could still command from her man. Of course, under these conditions even routine things suddenly seemed wildly exciting!

She started to get up on her feet, but then thought better of it, Katie had not said she could, after all! Instead she undid her jeans and worked them off while staying on her knees, and then all that was left was the blue lacy panty she had grabbed and thrown on that morning, the one that was so comfortable she hated to throw it away, even though it was rather worn out. She had never imagined that she might be putting it on display when she put it on that morning!

She slowly slid it off, and tossed the panties aside, leaving herself as naked as James, and suddenly feeling more exposed, vulnerable, and excited than she could ever remember!

"Get on our hands and knees, Sis," Katie ordered, getting up from the recliner and padding around to on the floor with her brother and sister for a better view. "Put your forehead on the floor, yes, that's the way! James, spank this brat!"

James was kneeling behind her, enjoying the sight of his stark-naked wife on all fours, head down, her big round bottom pointing up, the fact that Katie was there only made it more exciting now, more forbidden! He began to slap her buns, holding back because of his greater strength, but even so he was leaving handprints on her rear end! The sight of those marks made him shaky, he wanted to fuck his wife right then and there, and if Katie had not been sitting a few feet away he knew he probably would have!

"Come on, don't be a wimp, Jay! Spank her!" Katie urged, and he began to slap Joan harder. Joan was yelping and squealing, her voice muffled by having her face in the carpet, but still no 'safe word' had been uttered. Katie was breathing harder too now, everyone was getting excited!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Katie stretched out on the floor beside her naked older sister, head on her folded arm, and asked, "How does it feel, Sis? Being spanked by your big, strong, handsome husband?"

Joan glared at her sister in confusion and excitement, and Katie whispered, "Go ahead, you can talk now!"

"I-I can't-I mean-OWW!"

Her yelp cut off her words after a particularly hot swat.

"I'll bet you're wishing you'd been a little gentler with Jay, now, aren't you, Joanie?" Katie asked teasingly, though she was watching her sister closely to make sure things did not go too far, too fast. "Or that you'd stopped when I said to stop!"

"I-I'm sorry, Ma'am!"

Joan heard herself use the honorific, surprised. It had turned her on like crazy when James did it earlier, and now she had done it too, totally without intending, it just seemed so...natural...under these odd circumstances!

"Well, it's a little too late for 'sorry' now, I'm afraid," Katie giggled. "Isn't it, Jay?"

"I'm afraid so, Ma'am!" James replied as he continued the steady, slow, stinging spanking. Katie glanced back at him, enjoying the sight of his swinging hand and arm, the way his dick bounced in time with his blows, the way her older sister's all-too-cute rear end jerked with each swat!

"OK," Katie finally said reluctantly, "that's probably enough, Jay!"

He paused, and like his wife earlier, he looked a little rebellious. His arm paused in mid-swing, and Katie giggled and said, "You do, and you're be trading places again, and this time Joanie will be using a hairbrush!"

He stared at his sister, and his wife's red and sore buns, and hesitated, caught between conflicting impulses.

"I said 'enough', James," Katie said softly, firmly.

"Yes, Ma'am," James sighed, and settled back on his knees.

"Thank you," Joanie said to her younger sister, looking up from where her face was still pressed into the soft carpet. "I'm sorry, Katie, I shouldn't have disobeyed you!"

"No, you shouldn't, Sis," Katie said with a grin. "But you're bottom taught you better! Get up and kneel beside James!"

As the nude husband and wife assumed that position, his cock still sticking straight out, both their buns red and sore as they settled onto their ankles, Katie got to her feet and looked down at them. Both were taller than she was, but that hardly mattered when she was standing and they were kneeling submissively! She looked at her older sister's moist snatch and stiff nipples, her brother's hard cock, and smiled, they made a delightfully cute pair that way! Her own panties were wet and she was breathing hard, with the thrill dominating someone else always produced in her.

"All right, both of you," Katie said, "now we're going to-"

Her soft, firm words were interrupted by a strange, jangling noise that made all three jump in startled surprise, it seemed so out of place in the moment, so unexpected. It took a couple of seconds for them to realize that it was Joan's cell phone, ringing in the pocket of her discarded pants.

"Oh damn," Katie cursed. "Just when it was getting to be fun!"

CHAPTER FIVE: Dinner and drinks...

"Sorry," Joan said, suddenly her normal adult self again, as she fished out her phone and opened it. A quick conversation followed.

"Yes, yes, that's fine, Dolores, I'll deal with it when I come in next week! Yeah, this is sort of a bad time, sorry! Yeah, bye!"

Joan snapped the clamshell shut, then looked up at Katie, over at her naked husband, and at her own bare body, and began to giggle, and then to snicker. Hard. A moment later James and Katie joined her, and what started as amusement turned into something closer to hysterical laughter as the fantasy was replaced by reality and they began to laugh at themselves.

"Sorry, 'Ma'am'," Joan said mockingly at her little sister, amid her laughter, "I forgot to turn off my phone!"

"I guess I can overlook it," Katie sighed, giggling. "I guess the game is over, we're all too far gone to get back into it right now, we'd never be able to stop laughing!"

James got to his feet, his cock now dropping back to flaccid as laughter replaced excitement, and on an impulse he did something he had not done with Katie since she was a child, he began to tickle her! Katie shrieked, she was just as ticklish as Joan or more so, and she started to run for it, only to be caught around her legs by Joan, who was still sitting on the floor.

Between them, James and Joan pulled Katie to the sofa, and tickled her without mercy for several seconds, until the woman had been dominating them all afternoon was begging for mercy!

"P-please s-stop it-t!" she gasped amid her laughter, "I-I c-can't s-stand-"

After a minute, they did stop, leaving Katie gasping happily for breath.

"N-no hard feelings, Sprite?" James asked a moment later.

"I've just been tickled senseless by the two of the three people I love most in the world,," Katie laughed, still breathing hard. "Why would I be upset about that? You guys haven't done that to me since before you were married! I always kind of liked it when you used to do when I was a kid!"

"Really?!" Joan giggled, and grabbed at Katie's ribs again, bringing a fresh shriek from the younger woman as she tried, again without success, to escape the clutches of her loved ones.

"This isn't fair!" Katie protested. "You're both naked and I'm dressed and I'm still losing the tickle fight! How come I always lose the tickle fights?!"

Joan blushed, and said, "Yeah, I think maybe we ought to get our clothes on, don't you Jay?"

"Oh, don't bother on my account," Katie said dryly. Then she lunged at her sister and began to run her nails up and down Joan's bare belly, reducing the older woman to laughter in seconds.

Unfortunately for Katie, James and Joan immediately combined forces again, once more reducing their guest to helpless laughter.

"I s-surrender! I SURRENDER!" Katie shrieked.

They let her go, and she sat up, ready to bolt if either of her naked relatives made any sudden moves, and said, "It's almost time for dinner."

"Who won the contest, Sprite?" Joan asked softly. "You said the loser had to fix dinner."

"You both did wonderfully," Katie said with a smile, "especially for newbies! So, as the judge, I hereby declare you both the winners, which means I'll be fixing dinner for both of you!"

"On one condition," Joan said, and somehow her voice took on Big Sister Authority again, in spite of the fact that she was stark naked and her bottom was red and sore, the fact that she'd been submitting to her little sister all afternoon didn't seem to any difference to her ability to resume her place. "You stay the night with us again."

Katie smiled, "You're sure you don't mind? I hate to impose-"

"Get her, Jay!" Joan yelled, and Katie lunged for freedom, this time barely making it, taking refuge across the room behind the recliner.

"What was that for?!" Katie demanded, but she was smiling.

"For that word 'impose'," Joan said. "Katie, we love having you stay with us! You know you want to, so quit acting silly and let's start dinner! I'm famished!"

"Well...all right," Katie said, more than willing to be persuaded. The thought of staying the night with her sister and brother was certainly preferable to going home to her own empty house. "But I am fixing dinner, not WE. I insist!"

A few minutes later, James and Joan returned to the kitchen, dressed now in pajamas, while Katie began to prepare their evening meal. Considering how they had spent the day, the mood was remarkably ordinary as the three of them chatted. Katie insisted that James and Joan sit at the table while she worked, everyone was in a fairly light-hearted mood, even though James and Joan did sit down carefully when they came in!

They talked about their family lives, and everyday things, but what was on everybody's mind was quite something else, though by some unspoken agreement they waited until Katie had served up a meal of pan-seared chicken and scalloped potatoes, matched with wine, to talk about it.

"So," Katie finally asked, as they began to eat, "did you two have fun today?"

James looked surprised, and Joan said, "I don't know, somehow that isn't the word I expected you to use!"

"Why ever not?"

"Well...it's just that it makes it sound so light-hearted. It was exciting, I'll admit that," Joan said. "And it was definitely not boring! But calling it fun seems kind of light."




Martin Family Fun Pt. 02



This is part two of a story about a couple and the wife's sister having some fun with playful games, if you're looking for brutality or betrayal, it's not the story for you. Things get just a tiny bit heavier in this one, but it's still moving very slowly. Also, again, this is a FANTASY story and real life doesn't work like this, just in case that needs to be said! That said, here we go.

MARTIN FAMILY FUN Part 2

CHAPTER ONE: The Morning After...

James opened his eyes a little reluctantly, there had been no alarm, no jangling interruption of reality into the blessed peace and calm of sleep, but still he had awakened. It took him a moment to remember that it was Sunday morning, and they had set no alarm because they had been up rather late. He smiled as the memory of the evening before came back, he and Joan had made love, four(!) times. The first couple of times had been more eager and frantic than he could recall them experiencing in ages, the later couple, spread out over quite a time, interspersed with watching an old movie on their bedroom big-screen plasma set, had been more like what they were used to, loving, affectionate, and satisfying.

By the time they had finally turned off the TV and drifted off to sleep, Joan's head lying on his chest, both of them exhausted, it had been well past midnight.

"Good morning," Joan said sleepily, stirring awake as James began to move around a little. They had long since come to be like that, after sharing a bed together for twenty-six years, if either one awakened it was usually not long before the other did as well, the slight change in breathing and movement was enough.

"Mornin', love," James replied. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby," Joan said, suppressing a yawn. "I just wish it had been longer, what time is it, anyway?"

"About seven in the morning," James replied, squinting his still sleep-fogged eyes at the glowing blue display of their alarm clock-radio. "Maybe closer to seven thirty, actually."

"Is it still raining?" Joan asked, and in response James leaned out of bed to push aside the curtain of the window and glance outside.

"Looks that way," James replied. "The forecast did say it would go on for three days or so."

"I wonder if Katie is awake yet?" Joan asked sleepily, snuggling against her husband contently. She was in no hurry to slide out of the warm, comfortable bed.

"I doubt it," James replied. "She always tended to sleep late when she could, and there's no alarm in the guest room. I'll bet she's snoring away, happy as a clam."

"My little sister does not snore!" Joan replied in feigned anger.

James looked at her and after a moment she giggled and said, "OK, she doesn't snore badly."

"That I'll buy," James said with a grin.

For a few moments, husband and wife lay together, her head on his shoulder, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof.

"Yesterday was...interesting, wasn't it?" Joan finally asked softly.

"That's one word for it," James replied with a slight blush. "I still can't believe how turned on we were last night, we haven't been like that since we were first married!"

"Still want to take Katie up on her offer to 'play' some more, Hon?"

"I think so," James replied, "I won't deny I've been curious about this stuff ever since we found out Katie was into it, I've had some...fantasies about it."

"Well, if so then maybe you won't be shocked if I admit to the same thing," Joan said. "And yesterday was...exciting and fun. At least I thought it was, even if it was kind of scary, too!"

"I know what you mean, darling," James replied. "I still can't believe she made you kiss my ass...or that you actually did it!"

Joan grimaced. "I'm going to be getting a lot of teasing about that, aren't I?"

"Probably," James admitted. "I loved it."

"Oh, I'm sure!" Joan replied with affectionate sarcasm. "But just remember that it won't always be me who has to do something embarrassing, lover!"

"I know," James said. "If Katie wasn't the one teaching us, I'd never be willing to do this, but I trust her."

"It's kind of weird, you know?" Joan said. "I mean she's ten years younger than me and she's my little sister! And she's teaching us?! But...if there's anyone in the world I trust as much as I do you, it's her."

They continued to chat for a few moments, but finally Joan said, "We really do have to get out of bed at some point, you know."

"I suppose you're right," James replied. With a sigh, he pushed aside the covers, and husband and wife swung their legs out of bed...and Joan immediately winced and James grimaced.

"Ouch," Joan said. "My legs are kind of sore this morning!"

"Mine too," James said. Then he laughed. "Let's face it, we spent a lot more time on our knees yesterday than we're used to, and we're in our 40s, after all."

Joan leaned over to punch him on his bare shoulder, medium-hard.

"Will you please stop with the age comments already?!! We are not old!!"

James got to his feet and said, "No, we're not old, but if we're going to keep playing with Katie, I think we'll have to get into a little better shape!"

James went down to the kitchen to put some coffee on, and placed some Danish rolls in the microwave on 'LOW' to soften them up, and then he went looking for Joan, finding her standing at the open door to the guest room, looking in at Katie, who was indeed still sound asleep in the guest bed, and who was indeed softly snoring, lying on one side, head on her pillow. In the warm summer weather, she had only a sheet over her, pulled up to her chest, and she was wearing the borrowed pajamas that had belonged to their daughter. All in all, she made for a wonderfully 'cute' sight.

James smirked. "Like old times, huh?"

"Almost," Joan replied. "Doesn't she look innocent asleep like that?"

"Remember what she said yesterday about wishing she had a cell camera?" James said with a grin, and Jo laughed softly and nodded, stepping over to their bedroom and returning a moment later with her own cell phone, which did indeed contain a camera. Snapping a couple of shots, she stored them away for later reference, and then slid the phone into the pocket of her robe.

"I put some rolls in the microwave," James said, "should we wait for her to wake up or...?"

"Or wake her up?" Joan said with a wicked grin. "James Martin, you are not thinking of doing what I think you're thinking of doing?!"

"Oh, yes I am," James replied in a low whisper, "and now so are you!"

"We shouldn't," Joan said, but James could see that her resistance was fading fast. "I mean it would be kind of mean...and we're all grownups now and we should be past that sort of thing, but-"

"But you want to do it," James said. "She'll laugh about it once she's out of bed, and you know it."

"Thank we can still do it without waking her up?" Joan asked. "It's been thirty years or more!"

"I think we could pick the bed up and carry it without waking her up," James said fondly as he looked at his soundly-sleeping sister. "She may have been able to pretend to sleep to fool us back then, but once she's really out, she's out!"

"Well...all right, let's do it!" Joan said. "I'll take the right and you take the left."

Husband and wife crept up on either side of the bed, their bare feet making little sound in the carpeting, and when they got into position on either side, they gently undid the bedsheet from the place where it was caught between the two stacked mattresses, and lifted in up, dropping it over their guest. Katie did not so much as stir as the layers of cotton fell across her body, but they were rather light, after all.

As they wrapped her a little more tightly in the sheet, they did have to pause once or twice as she stirred, the slight motions affecting her a little, but just as had been the case when she was staying overnight with them when she was 14 and they were 24, she slept too soundly to wake up so easily. After a little careful effort, James and Joan had her more or less wrapped up.

"Ready?" Joan asked.

"Ready," James replied, and then with a sudden movement, they scooped up the sheet-wrapped figure, and tossed her over James' shoulder in a move they found they could still carry off without a hitch, even if they had not done in years.

"Time to wake up, Sprite!" James said loudly to the sheet-wrapped woman over his shoulder.

"Wh-wha-Jo?!-Jay?!!wh-whe-PUT ME DOWN!!!!" Katie's voice went from sleepy to confused to outraged in the course of about five seconds, as James carried her, still wrapped in a sheet, down to the kitchen. She was struggling but unable to move much because of the sheet wrapped around her. 

"Whatever you say, Sprite!" James replied as they entered the kitchen, setting her, still snuggly wrapped in the sheet, at the table in her seat. She was sputtering and glaring as she fought to disentangle herself from the bedding, sounding remarkably as she had sounded twenty years before, the last time they had awakened her with that particular prank.

"OHHH!" Katie snapped, rubbing at her sleep-fogged eyes. "I should have known, what is it with you two that you think everybody has to be up at the crack of dawn!"

"The sun's been up for hours," Joan said cheerfully to her glaring sister. "We let you sleep late!"

"You know I hate that trick," Katie snapped, kicking aside the sheet, but her eyes were starting to dance. "What on Earth possessed you both to do that after all these years?!"

"Old times' sake," Joan said as James brought out the rolls. "You were so cute lying there in that bed that we just couldn't resist. You looked for all the world like you were still fourteen."

"Well I'm not!" she said, but was now having trouble keeping the corners of her mouth from turning up. "I'm 34! I'm a grown woman, and a little respect and dignity would be nice!"

"You wouldn't know respect and dignity if they bit you in the ass, Sprite," Joan replied. "Remember who you're talking to!"

Katie reached out and picked up her Danish roll, and James started to warn her, but he was too late because Katie had already taken a quick bite, then suddenly dropping it. "Too hot!"

"Right out of the microwave," James said, the warning coming too late.

"Hauled out of bed like a knapsack, my breakfast burned my mouth, what's next today?" Katie asked, as she rolled her eyes melodramatically.

"You're spending the day with us, of course," James said. "That's what's next today."

"Am I?" Katie asked suspiciously, as she took a more cautious bite of her cooling Danish. "I know you two love my company, but I do have a life to lead, you know!"

"So what did you have in mind doing today, instead of spending it with us?" Joan asked.

"Well...Brea's away, so I guess I was going to...well...okay, okay, I had no plans and was probably just gonna vege out and watch TV all day, are you satisfied?"

"I knew it," Joan said. "So you'd rather sit home and watch TV than go hiking with us?"

"Hiking?! It's raining cats and dogs!"

"We've been planning to go up in the mountains today," James explained, "the forecast calls for clear and cooler up there, and spend the day hiking. But if you'd rather sit home and watch reruns, I guess that's a way to go too-"

"When do we leave?" Katie interrupted with a huge grin. "I can watch TV anytime, I haven't been hiking with you guys in ages!"

"It's been over a year, anyway," Joan commented. "But we're already running a tad behind, we need to get moving, let's finish eating and get started."

They raced through their breakfast, finishing off the rolls and topping them off with some of the scalding hot, strong-enough-to-walk coffee that Joan favored, and then changed into hiking clothes. Or more specifically, James and Joan changed into hiking garments, Katie had fewer choices available.

"I need to stop off at home on our way," Katie said, as she rejoined her sister and brother in the kitchen after getting dressed. "I've been wearing these same clothes since the day before yesterday and they're getting grungy."

"No problem," James said as he finished packing some food and drinks for later. "I think we've made up enough time by rushing our breakfast."

"I'll follow you in my car," Katie said, "and we can go on from my place."

About twenty minutes later, Katie emerged from her house showered and clad in canvas shorts, boots, and a tank top, along with a jacket in case the foothills were cooler than they were expecting. They were only going up into some of the familiar, well-trod trails on the lower levels, since it was just a one-day outing, though in the past the three had gone on long hikes in the back country together, camping at night.

Katie climbed into the back seat of the battered old jeep four-by-four that the Martins used for such trips, and they were off, James driving at just below the speed limit to make up for more lost time. As they worked their way through town and then into the countryside, they kept up a continuous chatter about family, friends, work, and all the little minutiae of daily life. It was a cheerful drive, and by the time the trio had reached the State park where they were planning to hike, everyone was in a superb mood.

CHAPTER TWO: Above The Rain...

"Wow, what a view!" Katie exclaimed, as the three of them stood atop the ridge line, looking down at the valley below, where their town would have been visible if not for the layer of rain clouds over it...clouds they were now looking down at from their high vantage point.

It was late afternoon, the three of them had been hiking through the woods for hours, enjoying the cooler temperatures and bright sunlight of the higher elevations, while the rain fell below. They were following a familiar trail, which passed through the woods and then through clearings and meadows where one could look down from the hilltops toward the valleys below, and the fluffy white glory of the rain clouds, as seen from above, made for a spectacular sight. Occasionally, they could see a flash of lightning in the clouds below, arcing from one vaporous filament to another.

They had paused for a packed lunch some hours before, and now it was almost time to head back down, the sun was dropping rapidly into the west, and even though it was a long holiday weekend and none of them absolutely had to get up early the following Monday morning, the day was nearly over.

"Isn't it?" James replied. "It's pretty much worth the drive up here and the walk through the woods just to see things like that!"

"I know what you mean," Joan commented, "but if we don't hoof it, we won't get back to the truck by dark, and I'd just as soon not be out here after dark."

"What's the matter, Sis?" Katie asked, as they started back along the trail. "Afraid of bears and cougars?"

"Joan is the only cougar up here," James laughed, "or would be if she wasn't married to me!"

Joan laughed, and said, "Jay, you're not still jealous about that waiter flirting with me on our vacation in Hawaii, are you?"

"Jealous, no. But you did encourage him, love!"

"I flashed my tits, that's all," Joan replied. 

"You did what?!! Katie exclaimed, sounding more than slightly scandalized.

"She pulled up her shirt and shook 'em for the crowd," James said, sounding more amused than angry, "but she did it especially to impress this one college kid who'd been gawking at her."

"I was tipsy and we were in a bar full of college kids! I wasn't the only one doing it!"

"But you had the best pair of the bunch!" James replied.

"Honestly," Katie exclaimed, but with laughter in her voice, "you two are awful! I ought to spank you both!"

"Is that next on the training agenda, Sprite?" James asked slyly, with a teasing grin.

"It might be," Katie laughed. "You never know!"

It was the first time the conversation among the three had turned to their new interest all day, but the subject had not been very far from any of their minds, of course. The nervous laughter and smirks that accompanied the subject being raised again were proof enough of that.

"Tell me, Sprite," James asked, half-seriously and half-jokingly, as they continued their hike back toward the truck in the gathering evening shadows, "do you happen to own any of those leather boots and bustiers and the rest of the garb?"

"Why?" Katie asked with a laugh. "Are you wanting me to put on a show?"

"I'm going to take that as a yes," Joan put in. "So you do own one?"

"A dominatrix suit, you mean?" Katie laughed. "You bet I do, several of them, in fact. They're not a uniform, after all, you can mix and match. Do you have a problem with me letting Jay here see me in one, sister dear?"

"I probably should," Joan laughed, "but no, I don't...and to tell you the truth I'm a little curious myself!"

"Hmm..." Katie said as they climbed up over a fallen tree, James helping the shorter woman up and over, "I suppose, when we get back down into town, that I might be willing to help satisfy that curiosity, but I'm making no promises yet!"

"Something to look forward to, anyway!" James replied. They were almost back to the truck now, and the sun was sinking below the western horizon, still cloud-covered in the distance.

As they rounded a last twist in the trail, they came into sight of their pickup truck in the distance.

"There's a sight for sore eyes," Katie said. "I haven't been hiking like this in a while, I'm afraid I'm a little out of shape. My legs are sore!"

"We should be on the road before full dark, anyway," Joan said, sounding relieved.

"Sis, something is bothering you," Katie commented. "You were never this jumpy about being out after dark up here before! How many times have we all camped all night up here, anyway?"

"It's nothing," Joan replied. Then she jumped and yelped sharply as a branch fell to the ground behind them with an echoing crash in the early-evening quiet.

"Jo," James said, pausing as they crossed the clearing toward the parking lot of the hiking trail, "you just about jumped out of your skin! What's gotten into you?"

"Why do you think that branch fell?" Joan asked, "There's no wind."

"It was one of the dead limbs from the ice storms last winter," Katie said, puzzled. "It was probably broken and just barely balanced until we walked past it and knocked it loose."

Joan let out a sigh and said, "You're right, of course that's what it was."

Trying to loosen her sister up with a little teasing, to find out what was bothering her, Katie asked, "What's the matter, Jo? Afraid it was Sasquatch watching us or something?"

Joan stopped in her tracks again, stared at Katie, and then laughed ruefully, and said with a self-deprecating tone, "Well, yeah, that's exactly what I was afraid it was."

James and Katie stared at her in amazement.

"Don't look at me like that," Joan said. "It's not my fault, it's that damned Billy Johnson, down at the office. He believes in Sasquatch, and he was telling us all the other day about how there had been some sightings up here in this park, these last few months, said he'd found some tracks himself, not a mile from were we are. I just laughed about it, but then I saw that news story a couple of days ago, did you two see the one about how somebody broke into a cabin up here near the park, tore the place up, and stole all the food out of the refrigerator and left the door hanging loose?"

"I saw that," James said, "but that was just some kids, vandals, they said the police thought."

"I'm sure," Joan said, "but later that day Billy told us all he thought it was probably a Bigfoot, and described some things he'd heard the oldtimers say, and like I said, I laughed about it, never gave it a thought...until we got up here today. I didn't start thinking about it until just after we ate lunch, but I've had the damndest feeling of somebody watching me ever since, couldn't shake it, and it got me thinking about Billy's stories, and that news story, and I worked myself up into a nervous mess by the end of the afternoon."




Martin Family Fun Pt. 02



"So that's why you seemed so distracted today," James said. "Relax, Jo, it's just some old stories, nobody takes them seriously."

"I'm sure you're right," Joan said, as the three of them approached the truck. James unlocked it, and they climbed inside, Katie in the middle because of her shorter stature. "I'm just being silly."

"Yeah, I mean what are the odds that there's some kind of huge human-like creature up in these woods, and nobody knows about it?" James said as he started the engine.

"Yeah, by now somebody would have shot one or captured one if there were rea-" 

Katie was cut off in mid-word by a sound, a distant, high-pitched, wailing sound, a little like a wolf and a little like a coyote and also unnervingly like someone screaming, but far too loud and long to be a person.

"That was a coyote," James said firmly, as the sound faded.

"Yes, it was," Katie agreed with a vigorous nod. "It's getting late, let's get going!"

"Yeah, step on it, Honey!"

James said, "Now come on, this is just us scaring ourselves, we're letting this get to-"

The sound rose again, this time sounding just a little closer.

"Home, yeah, time to go home," James said, as he put the truck in gear, and pulled out of the parking lot rather more quickly than a park ranger would have approved of, had there been one there to see it.

CHAPTER THREE: Fashion Show...

None of them said much at first, as James drove them through the back roads of the familiar park, at a speed more than slightly higher than the posted limit or the dictates of common sense. After about fifteen minutes, they were on the main highway and heading steadily down toward the valleys, and another ten minutes took them through the cloud layer and below it, into the still-ongoing set-in rain. As they emerged from the mists on the descending road, the lights of the city appeared before them.

The silence was heavy for a moment, they looked at each other nervously, but nobody seemed to want to be the first to speak, even as they began to approach their home town.

"OK, I confess," Katie finally said with a giggle, "I admit it. I was scared, there for a minute, I let all that Bigfoot talk get to me, and I freaked out, it was just an animal we heard, right?"

"Right," James said firmly, slowing the truck down to merge into traffic on the main street of town.

"Right," Joan nodded, "I let Billy's silly talk set me up and I worked myself into a stew, and I got you two caught up in it. It was silly."

"So we can officially talk about something else now," James said, and his wife and sister both nodded. Fairly vigorous nods, in fact.

"So," Katie said after a moment, "you two still want to see a show?"

"You know we do," Joan replied.

"OK, then here's what we're going to do," Katie went on. "Drop me at my place, and I'll get ready, while you two go home, get cleaned up, and then get your car and come back over. Bring a change of clothes, it's my turn to have you two stay overnight with me!"

"Do we have a say in this?" James laughed.

"Not if you want to see the show," Katie giggled. "Besides, Brea won't be back until Tuesday morning, and I'd really just as soon have you guys over as have the house be empty and me by myself. We'll have a little fun, and my toys are all at my place. So get cleaned up and come on back over, and dress casual, guys!"

"You had some rope with you on Friday," Joan commented.

"Yeah, but I always have that with me, 'be prepared' and all that!" Katie laughed. They pulled up to her house, and she climbed out over her sister's lap, and yelled, "See you soon!" as she ran through the rain to her door. As soon as they saw the door open so she could get inside, James and Joan pulled out, making for their own place and a quick shower and change.

It was about forty-five minutes later that James and Joan pulled back up to Katie's house, and came inside. She came into the living room to greet them, but was dressed in nothing more exotic than a pair of canvas shorts and a tank top.

"You know," Joan laughed, "somehow I pictured a dominatrix suit being a little more...kinky."

"I'll show you 'kinky' in a minute, Sis," Katie laughed. "But seriously, it's all in the attitude, it's perfectly possible to dominate someone in street clothes. The suits are just a prop, a tool. Now, did you two bring a change like I said?"

James held up a small overnight bag.

"Good!" Katie said. "Now, here's how we're going to do this: I'm willing to let you see me make a fool of myself in some outlandish outfits, but only if you two are fully vested. I'm not putting on a show to make you break down laughing, and that's just exactly what the result will be if we don't do things with the right attitude! So, while I go get my, shall we say my play clothes on, I want you two to strip down to your birthday suits!"

"What?!" Joan shrieked. "Right here in your living room?!!"

"Yes, right here in my living room," Katie grinned. "Just like you were yesterday in yours! And when I get back, I want you both kneeling side-by-side on the floor, backs straight, asses on your heels, just like we did yesterday. No touching, though, I want you about six inches apart, and no talking!"

She started to turn, then paused, and added, "And remember the 'safe words' I gave you yesterday, too, guys. Don't hesitate to use them if things start getting to be too much!"

Katie gave these last instructions as she vanished down the hall, leaving her embarrassed and blushing relatives in the living room. For a moment neither could meet the other's eyes, then Joan shrugged and said, "Well, I guess we'd better get started. Make sure the curtains are closed, Jay, I can live with Katie seeing us this way, but we don't need to give the whole town a free show!"

"Looks okay to me," James said a moment later, after checking. "So..."

"Yeah," Joan sighed, and bent over to unlace her shoes and pull them off. Then she slipped off her white socks, and for lack of anywhere else to put them set them in an empty corner of the living room, between her little sister's new white sofa and worn white recliner. Then she pulled her T-shirt off over her head, and unsnapped and unbuckled her jeans and belt. As she slid her pants down, she looked over to see that James were likewise removing his trousers, and that there was already a noticeable bulge in the snug black briefs he had on beneath his street clothes.

Enjoying the sight of her husband's cock as it sprang out when he lowered his briefs, Joan felt a touch of dampness in her own panties. She undid the clasp on her bra, and released her breasts, sighing at the sense of relief that always brought no matter what the circumstances. Then she slid her pink underpants down and stepped out of them, dropping them on the pile with their discarded clothing.

Joan glanced down at her nude body, she worked out regularly to try to keep in trim, and it helped her to maintain what she knew to be a decent figure, but she did desperately wish that there was some practical way to get rid of the cellulite around her hips. She envied how trim and muscular her husband still was, and she hoped he made allowances.

James, for his part, was looking at his nude wife and thinking, not for the first time, that he was married to the hottest woman on two legs, and wondering how he had been so fortunate as to win her.

"Well," James said, as he get on his knees as instructed, "here we are!"

"Yeah," an equally nude Joan replied, kneeling beside him, "but we're not supposed to be talking!"

He grinned and nodded. The two nude forty-four year olds were kneeling facing the hallway down which Katie had disappeared, and both were wondering how long it would take her to come back.

What neither of the two knew was that Katie was already dressed, and deliberately making them wait. Without a watch or other timepiece, and with no clocks in the living room, she knew her older sister and her brother would not have any idea exactly how long they were waiting there, and it was a fun way to put them in the right frame of mind to make them kneel and wait. Further, it gave her a chance to build up her own courage, because for all her experience in the outfit she had chosen, letting Joan and James see her in it was far more daunting than letting her regular play partners see it!

Finally, with a nervous blush and a deep breath, Katie headed left her bedroom and headed down the hallway to rejoin her relatives.

When they saw Katie enter the living room, two pairs of long-married eyes widened in amazement!

Katie was dressed in an outfit that both concealed and revealed. It actually showed less skin, all in all, than many of her street clothes did, but what it showed it showed off!

Katie was clad in a black leather bustier, laced up the front, that stopped low enough to reveal the top part of her breasts, while holding those modest globes imprisoned within its laces, her nipples were just below the level where they would have been visible! Below the bustier was a strip of bare skin, and then a black leather panty that covered her entire rear and pussy, but so snugly that the smooth curves of her buns and a hint of her pussy could be discerned beneath the garment! The panty stopped at the bottom of her asscheeks, it left her upper legs quite bare right up to the bottom of her ass.

Around Katie's neck was a black leather collar, likewise her wrists. They were purely decorative, there were no rings or other breaks in them, but they definitely added to the effect! She had on knee-high high-heeled black boots, adding several inches to her height, and she was carrying a wicked-looking little crop! Her long red hair, tied up in a practical pony-tail most of the day, now flowed free down her back, a curtain of auburn-brown, leaving her looking somehow both dangerous and carefree.

Katie paused in front of her wide-eyed sister and brother, twirled once, slowly, to give them a good look, and then asked her kneeling kin, "So what do you think? Kinky enough for you, Sis?"

"I-I-," Joan managed, her mouth suddenly dry, and then she said, "You look beautiful!"

James' cock was rigid and standing straight out, and he could hardly tear his eyes off of the revealed and hidden curves of his sister. He tried to stammer an answer, but was caught between lust and embarrassment and mangled the words.

"Thank you," Katie beamed. "Both of you!" she added, with a smirk at her brother's cock.

"Can we get up now?" Joan asked.

"No," Katie replied, walking over to the kneeling pair and slowly circling them. "I don't think so. Not yet, anyway. You two are kind of cute this way!"

Joan could not remember feeling so many conflicting emotions at one time in her entire life. She was kneeling naked on the floor, staring at her little sister in a revealing kinky dominatrix suit, and she could not remember being so turned on by anything she was simply looking at! Her husband could not tear his eyes off her sister, and she was jealous, and yet at the same time his obvious fascination was turning her on even more! On top of that, the submissive, inferior feeling that came from being on her knees while her little sister walked slowly around them was driving her mind and pussy crazy!

Katie did not say anything for a bit, as she slowly walked around the kneeling couple, because she was well aware of the power of silence. She grinned at the sight of her brother's hard member, she had no intention of moving in on her older sister's husband, at least not without her full consent, but it was fun to realize she could do that to him. Of course, she also knew it had a lot to do with the situation, and his nude wife kneeling next to him, and Katie knew that too.

"You know," she finally said slowly, teasingly, standing behind the kneeling pair, "you two have been very, very naughty. Haven't you, James?"

"No, Katie!" James said.

"That's Mistress, Mistress Kate, or 'ma'am', to you, James!" Katie said sharply. "Both of you!"

"Yes, Ma'am," Joan said with a little smile.

Katie felt a very odd thrill go up and down her spine at that, there was just something about hearing her older sister speaking submissively that way that was so...forbidden and exciting, and fun! Her entire life she had been the junior one, the subordinate one, with Joan, and though she had no problem with that, and much of the time rather liked the feeling of playing little sister to her bossy, very protective, and loving older sister, there was also that little thrill in having her on her knees before her, a thrill that Katie had not expected when she had started this game with them!

And James, kneeling there naked beside her, that was icing on the cake! She had always been extremely close to them both, James and Joan had met in elementary school, become friends before they were ten, were a couple of sorts by the time they were twelve, Katie could not remember a time in her life when James and Joan had not been a set, both of them. They had married right out of high school, and some of her fondest memories were of her teenage days staying with them while her parents' were overseas.

They had babysat her, James had actually taught her to drive a stick shift when she was 15, Joan had taught her how to use makeup, how to get boys to notice her, and to get them to go away and leave her alone, in some ways they had practically raised her, considering her parents' long absences. She had always known she could count on them...and now they were kneeling naked and looking up at her submissively!

"James," Katie said, "don't lie to me! Did you not drag your poor little sister out of bed this morning, throw her over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and haul her down to your kitchen over her protests? You know you did, so don't deny it."

James was torn between laughter and a certain furtive, nervous fear, Katie seemed so...controlling, so stern, it was an amazing contrast between this side of her and her usual self.

"I-uh, yes, K-Mistress," James stammered in nervous excitement. He was so used to looking down at the five foot six inch Katie that it was disconcerting, and oddly erotic, to be looking up at her from his knees!

She trailed her little whip along her brother's bare shoulders, and he shivered.

Joan tried to swallow, but could not, her mouth had gone dry watching. She saw the shudder go through her husband's slender frame, saw his cock shiver and felt her own sex almost spasm in sympathy, this was the hottest, most erotic thing she could recall having seen in ages! Her little sister, in her kinky black outfit, playfully teasing her husband...part of her was jealous, part of her wanted to see more!

"And you, Joanie," Katie said as she stepped over to gaze down at the older woman, "are just as bad! You helped him drag poor little Katie out of a nice warm bed, and you've admitted showing off those disgustingly perfect tits of yours to a crowd of strangers in a bar! Very, very naughty, Joanie!

"Yes," Katie went on, as she now trailed her little riding crop along her sister's bare back, rubbing the tip up and down her spine, "I think you both deserve to be punished, don't you?"

Joan gulped, wondering what her little sister had in mind.

"Well, don't you?" Katie demanded sternly. "I asked you a question, Joanie! Don't you think you and your husband should be punished for being so naughty?"

"No, K-Mistress," Joan said after a moment, beginning to get the hang of addressing her little sister that way, and starting to see how the game worked. "We weren't naughty, you-I mean Katie loves it when we do things like that! She's a little brat and she loves the attention!"

A smile played over Katie's face as she answered, "Does she now? Shame on you, Joanie, blaming your poor, sweet, innocent little sister for your naughtiness! Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"

"No, Mistress Kate," Joan answered firmly, getting into the game, "it's my sister's fault, she tempts us into all kinds of things!"

Katie shook her head, turning away for a moment to hide her smile. "Honestly, you two! I'm afraid you leave me no choice but to discipline you both! Up and forward, on all fours and faces on the floor!"

Joan and James exchanged nervous, excited looks, and awkwardly moved into the new position, on their hands and knees with their foreheads on the floor, Joan had been in that position the day before, but now they were both in it at the same time, naked, submissive, bare bottoms up in the air side-by-side!

James shivered, in a mixture of excitement, amusement, nervousness, and yes, a little fear! All he could see was the carpeting, he was acutely aware of the 'feel' of that carpeting his palms and knees and lower legs, his bare bottom, stuck up in the air, felt the chill of the breeze from the air conditioner vent and the occasional motion in the air as Katie walked back and forth, he could not remember ever feeling so totally vulnerable and exposed, and he hated it and he loved it!

Joan felt goose bumps rush over her bare body, partly from the flow of the air vent but mostly from sheer nervous excitement. Her pussy was soaked, she was breathing hard in nervous anticipation of...whatever...was about to happen! She knew that if James and Katie had not been there, if it had been anybody else but those two people she trusted most in the world, she'd have been in a total panic, but with them, the fear and the excitement were one thing and she could continue, she wanted to continue!

Katie, for her part, was feeling just as nervous, just as conflicted, as she stood behind them, gazing down at the matched pair of bare, pale-white bottoms presented for her inspection. That in itself was hardly a new experience for her, after all! She'd been in that position with many people, of both sexes, in the course of her adult life, it was a sight she always enjoyed, the thrill of the sense of power, the appreciation of the view itself, but this particular pair of bottoms belonged to her older sister and her brother! That made everything different, on so many levels!

A smile crossed Katie's face, on one level this was every little sister's dream come true, she mused. Her bossy, critical, controlling big sister, the one who had babysat her and put her to bed, teased her and controlled the TV in their shared bedroom and told her high school boyfriend about her fear of spiders, and generally made life harder, kneeling, naked, and submissive. But this was also her protective big sister, the one she had always been able to run to at a moment's notice, the one who had tucked her into bed and read her stories and been there for her even when her actual mother and father were thousands of miles away, the one who had held her hand when she had her tonsils removed and concealed any number of childhood offenses from their parents.

And James, the guy who fought off the boy who'd gotten too eager at her 16th birthday party, arranged for her first grown-up job, and dumped ice down her back while she was trying to impress a client...she shook her head, could these two be any more complicated as subs?!

She raised her crop and gave James a sharp swat with it, leaving a red mark on his bare bottom and making him yelp. Katie grinned, she'd barely touched him, but he was a newbie, and the sting probably seemed a lot worse to him than it would have to her, even if he was a big strong man. She giggled at that thought.

Then she gave her sister a stroke across her bare left bun, raising a cute little squeak from Joan. She gave her sister another, and another, then a couple more for James, and they yelped and protested but neither used their 'safe word', and they kept their bottoms in position! She gave them a few more quick, sharp strokes, hard enough to sting quite a bit and leave marks, but nothing terribly severe.




Martin Family Fun Pt. 02



Not too much yet, Katie reminded herself, forcing down the wicked delight that punishing people always brought out in her, they're new at it! Keep it light!

She enjoyed the sight of the red marks on their pale asscheeks, and then she said, "Now, aren't you two sorry you've been behaving so badly?"

"Yes!" James said.

"Yes, Mistress," Joan said.

Katie smiled, and said, "Well, let's see you prove it!"

She walked around to stand in front of them, and said, "You can raised your heads now, you two naughty little slaves, and I want you to kiss my boots to show how sorry you are for your behavior, and how grateful you are to me for punishing you!"

Joan looked up at her smiling sister from her place on all fours, and her stomach flipped over! Her bare buns were still stinging and sore, and her mind was whirling from what she'd just experienced, and now this?! For a moment the 'safe word' came to her lips, but she bit it back, because suddenly another part of her rather wanted to know what the leather of those boots would taste like under her lips, she had a sudden desire to prove to Katie that she could 'take it'!

Joan crawled forward slowly, and a little clumsily, not being used to crawling around on all fours at the age of forty-four, her breasts swaying under her as she did. She was aware of her husband doing the same thing to her left, and his dick hanging straight down and hard and gorgeous...she suddenly had to fight an impulse to push him over and kiss it...

She reached Katie, looking up at the younger woman towering above her, or so it appeared from her perspective. Then she lowered her face to her sister's foot and placed a kiss on the toe of her shiny black leather boot! Then she kissed the top of the boot, feeling both silly and weird and very, very excited...and a new feeling as well went through her, she actually felt inferior to her little sister, lesser, beneath her...and to her surprise the feeling was deeply satisfying!

"You two are just so cute down there," Katie giggled. "Keep going, I'll tell you when to stop!"

After a moment, Katie decided she wanted to take a load off her legs, she had been hiking all day, after all, and as she'd said, she was a bit out of shape, her legs were a little sore.

"Both of you, crawl over her," she said, abruptly walking away from them. Blushing, they crawled across the living room floor to the sofa where she sat down, and then she said to her kneeling kin, "Remove my boots!"

Joan sighed nervously and leaned over to unzip the boot on Katie's right leg, and slide it off, while her husband did the same with the left leg. When the boots were gone, Katie said, "Now I want you two to rub my poor, sore tootsies, that's the way!"

Joan knew what Katie wanted, a foot rub was a wonderful feeling after a long hike! She usually had to beg or trade favors to get one from James, but apparently Katie expected them for free, and the sting in her buns was a reminder that Katie was in charge, at least at the moment! Joan began massaging her little sister's foot, and Katie sighed in delight.

"Oh, yes, that's the way," she said, and James heard a distinct hint of a moan in her voice. He looked at his wife and she looked back, Joan had heard it too!

"Don't stop!" Katie ordered, and the elder two went back to work, hiding grins. It felt oddly satisfying to know they were giving her that much pleasure!

"Kiss them," Katie ordered, "kiss my feet!!"

This time neither one hesitated, caught up in the game and obeying easily, husband and wife each began to cover the foot they were massaging with kisses. Katie sighed and shifted where she was sitting, she adored having her feet licked and kissed, and it was hard to hide how much she was enjoying herself!

Joan planted a kiss on the tip of Katie's right big toe, and Katie giggled and said, "Suck it, Joanie! Suck my toe like a good girl!"

Suck it?! Joan thought in shock. I still can't believe I'm kissing it!!

She looked up at Katie's face, their eyes locked, and then Joan smiled softly, seeing the dare in those brown eyes, and opened her mouth and slid her lips over her little sister's big toe, her husband watching wide-eyed. She began to gently suck on that toe, eyes still on Katie's face.

James could not believe what he was seeing, his naked, kneeling wife was sucking on another woman's toe, right in front of him! His cock was aching to be touched, it was a tremendous effort of will for him not to jerk off at the sight he was seeing, he could not believe how erotic it was to watch!

"You two, Jay!" Katie ordered gently. "I have two big toes and two little slaves to suck them!"

James needed no further encouragement, he was so excited by the entire situation that in that moment he would have done almost anything Katie commanded. He took her left foot in his hands again, and began to suck on her big toe, trying to do as good a job on it as his wife. His wife, though, had a little more experience at sucking things, he mused to himself, remembering just how good she was at blow jobs when the mood took her to give one. That thought almost made him come all over himself, and he forced it away, focusing instead on the feeling of sucking on his sister's warm toe in his mouth.

Katie was close to orgasm herself, looking down at her sister and brother, kneeling on the floor in front of her, sucking on her toes! She felt deliciously dominant, superior, and the fact that her slaves were who they were was making the whole situation far more exciting and satisfying than it normally would have been.

She pulled her feet back, catching her relatives by surprise and leaving them looking almost a little wistful, were they enjoying this as much as she hoped they were?

She held her feet up and said, "Lick my soles, little slaves!"

To her delight, neither one hesitated at all, holding her legs up with their hands and running their tongues up and down the soles of her feet as naturally as if they'd been doing it forever! The sensations made Katie wriggle, in spite of her best efforts to seem aloof and superior. "Oh, yeah," she heard herself whisper, "yes!"

Suddenly Katie knew things had gone on about as far as she dared let them, just then. They were all getting too much into it, and she knew James and Joan were not ready to go as far as they might end up going if somebody did not put on the brakes. With a sigh and an effort of will, she said, "Both of you, crawl back and kneel facing each other! Up on your knees, that's the way!"

Husband and wife pulled back from licking her feet, blushing red but smiling and breathing hard, and clumsily got into the position Katie had directed. Katie folded her legs under her and grinned, and said, "Now put your arms around each other, and Joanie, give Jay a treat, rub those tits of yours against him!"

Joan looked from Katie to James, her mind suddenly a little more aware of what was happening, she'd been totally into licking Katie's feet, she'd all but forgotten everything else in the submissive thrill, but this seemed, paradoxically, more embarrassing! Still, she obeyed, rubbing her breasts against her mate's flat belly and muscular chest, and she shivered in excitement, and James was all but groaning in frustration and pleasure.

"Hold each other tight, that's the way," Katie ordered. "Now give each other a good long kiss, use your tongues, that's the way! Taste my toes on each other's lips!"

Joan pressed her lips to her husband's and was lost in the moment, her tongue touching his, her body rubbing against his, holding him very tight against her, her hips swiveled in anticipation, she felt the press of his hard cock against her bare leg, one hand went down to her husband's bare bottom and he winced a little as she squeezed, but he just pressed closer at the same time!

"Stop!" Katie snapped. It took a moment for the order to penetrate, and they pulled back from each other, and it was one of the most difficult things Joan had done in ages, she could not remember the last time she wanted her husband so badly!

Katie had left the sofa and was kneeling beside them, and she whispered, "Go to the bedroom, and enjoy yourselves! Leave your clothes in here, sleep naked tonight. I love you both!"

James tried to say something, and nodded, not trusting his voice, Joan shuddered and said, "I love you Katie!" in an intense whisper, and then husband and wife were on their feet, running for the guest room.

"Have fun," she whispered after them, and decided to head for her own bedroom, wishing for a moment that one of her playmates was around. The guest room was adjacent to her own bedroom, and as she took off her play clothes and slipped into bed herself, she could heard James and Joan hard at it, which only added to her own mood. Suddenly she wished she could watch them, but she knew they weren't ready for that, if they ever would be. She sort of hoped they would be, it had been a private deep, dark fantasy of hers to watch James and Joan make love ever since she was a kid spying on them making out!

Katie was not above using her hand, in the absence of anyone else to take care of business for her, and listening to her sister and brother through the thin wall definitely added something to the matter!

She brought herself to orgasm three times listening to them, leaving her very relaxed and reasonably content as she drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER FOUR: Breakfast at Katie's...

Katie crept toward the guest bedroom, her bare feet making little sound in the thick carpeting, her fetish gear of the night before replaced by practical jeans and a T-shirt. She had a large bucket, filled with heavy contents, in her hand, and a determined look on her pretty face.

Arriving at the door to the guest room after a long walk from the kitchen, she went inside, careful to make as little sound as possible, stealth was the key, after all, to a successful surprise attack.

Katie looked down at the bed in her guest room, smiling softly at the sight of her brother and sister, sleeping peacefully curled together under a sheet. James' head lay on a pillow, Joan had her own head on his chest, they were tangled together as if they could not manage to get close enough, and neither was moving a muscle in their deep peaceful sleep. In the dim morning light that was coming through the curtains, they looked like a poster for marital bliss.

They ought to, Katie mused, from the sound last night I think they did it at least three times!

She looked over at the clock, it was just past six a.m. They had not been asleep all that long, and part of her was debating whether she really wanted to do what she was about to do. But then again, she mused, honor demanded some kind of response for the prank the morning before!

With a grin she gently caught the edge of the sheet and pulled it back, revealing the nude forms of the sleeping couple, who hardly stirred in the depth of their sleep. Then she lifted up the bucket she was carrying, and with a giggle she dumped a huge pile of crushed ice onto the peacefully sleeping forms of her kin, and immediately the quite of the early morning was replaced by some truly impressive squeals and shrieks!

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"AHHOH! Jay, what happened?!"

"It's everywhere! Oh crap that's cold!"

The naked couple on the bed thrashed about for a moment in confusion, then James focused on the giggling sight of their hostess and snarled, "Oh, you are so going to get it for that, Sprite!"

"Promises, promises!" Katie yelled back as she took off running, and since it was her house she had the home team advantage, James and Joan were still gasping and trying to focus their sleepy minds by the time Katie was out the door and had slammed it shut!

Just a moment later, the door shook as James tried to open it, only to find that Katie had locked it, and she had the key in her hand!

"She's locked us in! Little brat!"

"Calm down, James, and hand me my-where are our clothes?!

Katie glanced over to where she'd put their overnight bag a few feet from her, and giggled again. She'd teach them to drag her out of a nice comfy bed like a bag of cotton!

"Open this door, Sprite!" Joan demanded.

"What's in it for me, Sis?!" the redhead asked, raising her voice to be heard through the locked door. She was leaning with her back to the door, and enjoying the moment enormously.

"A quick painless death when I get out of here!" Joan shrieked. "I'm soaked and freezing and I need a towel!"

Katie grinned. "Should a that of that when you yanked me out of bed yesterday morning, Sis!"

"Come on, Sprite," Joan pleaded, "I'm starting to shiver! Jokes over, let us out!"

Katie tilted her head, wondering what suddenly seemed... "Well, Jo dear," Katie said, "I suppose I might be talked into opening this door, but I want a promise from you: no paybacks!"

"No paybacks, it's a deal, Sprite!"

Katie shook her head. "Not good enough, Sis! Cross your heart?"

"Katie, this is silly, we're not kids anymore!"

"Cross your heart, Sis?!" Katie repeated more firmly. Ever since she had been five years old, this had been a ritual between her and her older sister. She could not recall even one time either of them had ever broken a promise taken on that ritual.

"Cross my heart, no paybacks!" Joan said from the other side of the door.

"What about you, James?" Katie called out. "Why so quie-OH CRAP!"

Katie had suddenly realized why her brother had been so quiet, because even as she had been asking the question she had seen a shadow move to one side, and then suddenly James, the bed sheet wrapped tight around his otherwise naked body, was right there and had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder again just as he had done the morning before. In her shock at seeing him she dropped the key on the floor, and James kicked it under the door.

"Jay! Put me down! How did you get out?!! I said put me down!!"

The bedroom door opened and a nude Joan emerged, breaking into laughter at the sight of her kicking, protesting younger sister held firmly over her husband's shoulder. James were slender but much stronger than he looked, and he had Katie firmly in place. 

"What do you think, love?" Joan asked her husband. "There's plenty of ice in here, think you could find a use for some of it?"

"No paybacks!!" Katie shrieked. "You promised, no paybacks!"

"Of course I did," Joan said with a loving laugh, getting dressed as she watched James carry their host back into the guest room. "But James never promised any such thing, I'm just watching! Nothing to do with me, I'm not doing one single thing to pay you back for that horribly mean trick!"

James reached the bed, and holding her in place with one hand he loosened her jeans and made a gap with the other. Then he scooped up a handful of the ice.

"Jay, no! No! NO! I SAID NO! DON'T YOU DA-EAIIAIAIAAHHHHHH!"

Her protests turned into a shriek as a handful of crushed ice went between the seat of her pants and her underwear! James put his shrieking, writhing sister on the bed, and dumped another handful of ice into her T-shirt, and then stepped back to enjoy the show as Katie wriggled and twisted to get the cold ice out from her clothes.

"Here you go, Honey," Joan said, handing James his jeans and a pullover top from their bag. "Nice work, by the way!"

"I-I-I am s-so g-going to get you both for t-this!!" Katie screeched as she got to her feet, shivering and working the last of the ice out of her clothes. "If it takes me a hundred years, there will be justice!!"

"I'm so scared, Sprite!" James laughed as he enjoyed the sight of his blushing, sputtering sister. "Damn, I wish I had a camera right now!"

"It's not fair, how did you get out?" Katie demanded of her brother. Then she felt a chill, rain-wet morning breeze and looked over to see that the window was open and the screen had been taken out. "You didn't?! In just a sheet?!!"

"Sure did," James laughed. "While my lovely wife kept you talking and distracted. No biggie."

"You wait, James Allen Martin," Katie said, beginning to laugh as her initial fury faded. "Now I owe you for yesterday morning and today, you, and you too, Sis, are gonna get yours!"

"Promises, promises," Joan mocked her sister gently, as the three of them headed for the breakfast nook to start their day. "It's not our fault if you didn't plan your revenge properly!"

Breakfast consisted of fruit and toast and cereal, which Katie had laid out prior to heading up to attempt her abortive revenge plan. As the three of them sat down, Katie noticed that both James and Joan placed their denim-covered rears in their seats somewhat gently, and smiled a little.

"So," Katie asked after they ate in a pleasant, companionable silence for a few moments, "did we go too far last night, or not?"

"Too far?" James asked, breaking his orange apart into bite-size segments. "Hoo boy, I'm still kind of numb at it all, but...I loved it. Jo?"

Joan was blushing scarlet, and looking down at her cereal, but then she looked up and said through her blush, "Yeah, me too. Damn, but that was hot! I can't remember the last time I was so excited!"

"So Mistress Kate didn't scare you off," Katie said with a happy grin. "I'm kind of relieved about that."

A smile quirked Joan's lips, as she replied, "Mistress Kate was seriously scary, but I think I trust her completely. Even if she does take your whining about how we woke you up too seriously."

Katie laughed and said, "Mistress Kate tells me that you said you thought I was a 'brat', and that I 'love the attention'. Is that what you think, Sis?"

"That's what I know, Katie," Joan said. "And we love you for it."

"Well, when you put it that way," Katie muttered, blushing herself. But she was smiling too.

The conversation turned to more ordinary matters, including Brea, Katie's sixteen year old daughter, who had recently helped her sophomore junior varsity cheerleading team win a competition.

"She loves cheering," Katie said, "but it's driving me crazy! Did you know that the injury rate for cheerleading is higher than for tackle football?"

"No," James said. "For real?"

"For real," Katie replied. "And Brea is short and slender, so she's the one they keep tossing up in the air and catching! My breath catches in my throat ever time she does that stunt!"

"So if Brea isn't coming back until tomorrow," James said, "what's on the agenda for today, since none of us have to work?"

"Depends on the weather, I think," Katie said. "Speaking of which, let me flip on the radio, it ought to be about time for the weather report."

Katie reached over and turned on a radio by the breakfast table, the morning newscast was just beginning as she did. She kept it turned low so as not to drown out the conversation.

"If the weather clears," Katie went on, "I was thinking the three of us might go over to the cemetary and put the flowers on Mom and Dad's stones, but if it stays rainy like they predicted, that can wait until tomorrow. You two have any plans?"

"Well-" James started to say, only to be interrupted by Joan.

"Turn that up!" Joan commanded her sister, who obeyed.

"...in other news, park rangers remain puzzled by the spate of vandalism which occurred during the night near Hollerman Trail..."

"That's where we were yesterday!" James commented.

"...signs torn off their posts and a tree uprooted near the parking area at the head of the trail, and several cabins at the nearby lodge broken into and trashed...

"The vandals uprooted a tree?" Katie said slowly. "Near the parking lot where we were last night?!"

"It was a coyote we heard," Joan said firmly.




Martin Family Fun Pt. 03



This is a story about a couple and the wife's sister have some playful BDSM fun, there's no contempt or betrayal in it, so if that's what you're looking for, it's not the story you want. This is FANTASY, real life isn't and shouldn't be like this, so that said, enjoy!

 Late July 2006 

CHAPTER ONE: Shopping Trip...

"Ready to go, Sis?" Katie Samms called out, as she finished her list.

"Sure," the voice of her older sister Joan Martin replied, coming down the steps as she did. "I was just making sure I had turned off the hair curler. I wouldn't want to burn down the house!"

"Had you?" Katie asked as the two women headed for the door of the Martin house. "Left the curler on, I mean?"

"No, but I'm always a little paranoid about it," Joan said, brushing her long blonde air down against the flow of the wind as they went outside. "I always have been."

"Me too," Katie confessed, as they headed out to the blue minivan that was Katie's usual form of transportation. "I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who freaks out about stuff like that!"

It was July, and the heat of high summer was oppressive even though it was only nine in the morning. The minivan had been sitting in the driveway for two hours, since Katie had come over to have breakfast with her older sister before the two went on their shopping spree, and the clear morning Sun had raised the interior to a low broil by the time Joan and Katie got inside.

"Gyah! It's like an oven!" Joan exclaimed.

Katie started the engine and cranked up the air conditioning as high as it would go, in moments a blessed flow of cool air emerged from the vents.

"Give it a minute and we'll be fine," Katie promised, wiping at the faint sweat that had already emerged on her face, "I just had this thing serviced, there's plenty of freon in the air conditioner now!"

"Thank Heaven for that!" Joan said with feeling. "It's been so hot lately that I feel like I'm half-broiled by the end of each day!"

Katie put the minivan in gear and started them down the road, the mall would be opening up in an hour and both women wanted to make the sales at the start. They'd been planning this Saturday shopping trip for over a week, ever since they'd been sure they'd both be free for the weekend.

"Heard anything from Brea?" Joan asked after a moment.

"She's having fun, or so she says in her last email," Katie said with a sigh. "I'm glad, but..."

"But?" Joan asked her little sister. "Why do you sound sad about it?"

"Would you think less of me, Joanie, if I told you it kind of bothers me that she's having so much fun without me? I mean I'm glad she's enjoying spending time with her friends, and I know Mr. and Mrs. Avery will take good care of her on the trip...but...I don't know, it's just..."

Katie fell silent, blushing a little, but unable to finish the thought aloud.

"It's just that it's kind of hard to know your baby is having so much fun without you?" Joan asked gently, as Katie steered them through mid-town traffic.

Katie glanced at Joan for a moment while they waited at a red light, then she sighed and said, as they started into motion again, "Yes, that's exactly it, Joanie! It's embarrassing, though, it seems so childish, I mean my daughter is a teenager, I shouldn't feel like that!"

"You're only human, Sprite," Joan advised her younger sister. "And I've been exactly where you're at, three times over. Trust me, it's a very common reaction."

"Really? You went through this too?" Katie said, sounding surprised.

"Sure," Joan replied. "The first time Channa stayed all night with a friend, when she was eight years old, I was a nervous wreck all day worrying about her, I was afraid she'd get scared or want to come home or get in a fight with the other girls or something. I dropped her off hoping it would all go well, and then the next day when she told me how much fun she'd had, all on her own without me, I felt like crying because it reminded me that my baby was growing up and away, even if it was just a little bit. Caught me completely by surprise, I mean I was glad she'd had fun, glad she had friends, but she was my baby and she'd had fun without me and I felt like I was losing something."

"But you got over it?" Katie said.

"Pretty much," Joan replied with a grin, "though I get twinges of it now and again even now, like when Channa graduated from university and went out celebrating with her friends, I felt it a little, but you come to terms with it. It's all part of our kids growing up."

Katie sighed. "I suppose it was easier with Lisa and Brad?"

Joan smirked and said, "Not a bit of it. With Lisa it was the first time she went away on a band trip, with Brad it was when he started wanting to hang out with the guys instead of his poor mommy, I had to go through it all over again each time. But like I said, you come to terms with it. It's just part of the gig."

Joan fell silent for a moment, then added, "Of course, you might be getting it a little worse since you're a single mother. You and Brea have been so close for so long that it probably makes it a little harder to see her moving further away."

"It's driving me nuts," Katie admitted after a moment. "Not just the vacation with the Avery's, but this whole 'growing up' thing, part of me wants to scream 'stop' and keep my baby a baby. Though another part of me laughs at myself and reminds me that my 'baby' is already sixteen, and I'm being silly. But I hate the idea that she doesn't need me anymore, or won't for much longer, anyway."

"Trust me, Brea will always need you, Sprite," Joan assured her younger sister. "Maybe not as constantly, not quite as intensely, but Brea will always need her mommy."

"I hope so," Katie said, slightly forlornly. Then she smiled and said, "Anyway, here we are, let's get this show on the road, Joanie!"

"Right, we don't want to miss the early bird sales!"

Somewhere else...

A man lay on a bed, face-down, a number of thoughts going through his mind as he did.

What time was it? James wondered for what he was sure was the one thousandth time. Surely it had to have been at least a few hours??!

He sighed. At least the bed was fairly comfortable, even if the air conditioning had the room a tad chilly. Idly he wished he was not naked...but then again, the chilly air on his bare body was both uncomfortable and at the same time strangely pleasant and exciting.

Once again he wondered what time it was.

 Katie and Joan...

"So," Katie asked her older sister, "as the two of them walked out of the mall food court, slices of pizza i hand, "how are you getting along with Mistress Kate?"

Katie spoke softly, but not whispering, in the noise of the crowd and the music from the mall sound system, there was little danger of being overheard.

In spite of that, however, Joan blushed slightly. She glanced at her younger sister, who smiled impishly at her, and sighed. 

"She's a scary, unnerving bitch. Just look at what happened this morning!"

Katie laughed aloud at what her older sister was referring to.

"But...I have to admit," Joan added softly, smiling, "that Mistress Kate has certainly made this summer more...interesting...than I thought it would be! I can't believe I've been enjoying being bossed around so much, but I have! It's actually fun being ordered around by our 'mutual friend'."

Katie smiled, both at her older sister's blushing admission and at the words.

"Okay, then this should make your day," Katie said with a giggle. "Mistress Kate wants you to take your panties off. Right here, right now!"

"In public?!" Joan gasped. "I can't!"

"Yes, you can," Katie said with a wicked smile. "Just raise your dress and slide your underwear down your legs and step out of them! It's easy! There's nobody who can see you were we are, at least not right this minute, so if you hurry you don't have to worry about anybody seeing you do it!"

Joan looked frantically around, there were indeed people everywhere, but then she realized something else: nobody could see her and her sister where they stood! They were in the shelter of a currently-closed mall kiosk, even the ubiquitous security cameras could not see them! For a few moments they did indeed have some privacy.

"But-?! Katie-?!!!"

"I think you just heard Mistress Kate give you an order, Sis!" Katie giggled. "What are you waiting for?!"

Joan looked around frantically, hoping somebody would come by to give her an excuse not to do it. No luck, the coast was clear! For what seemed like the 100th time that summer, she debated with herself using her 'safe word'...and for the 100th time, her own pride and a little secret thrill caused her instead to obey the order. Even as part of her was mortified, another part was excited as she realized what she was doing!

Blushing, Joan raised her just-above-knee-length summer dress, and slipped her white silk panties down her legs, and when they reached her ankles she carefully pulled them off over her sandals and stood there blushing, holding her underwear in her hand and feeling foolish and nervous.

Katie stood there grinning, knowing her sister wanted to know what she was supposed to do next, and also knowing that her silence made the moment more nerve-wracking for Joan. Joan was blushing a very interesting shade of red, as she stood there holding her panties, looking back and forth and clearly wondering what would happen if somebody walked around the corner and saw them!

"Katie, what am I supposed to do now?" Joan finally demanded, giving in.

"Well, you look pretty silly standing there with a pair of underpants in your hand, Sis," Katie said. "I'd do something about that before somebody sees you!"

"So I can put them back on?! Great!"

She started to return her underwear to its proper place, only to have Katie gesture her to stop and say, "Mistress Kate said to take them off, Sis! She never said you could put them back on!"

"But you said I needed to do something before we get caught!!"

"Yeah, I did, but Mistress Kate says you can't put them back on! So I guess you'd better throw them in the trash can or something!"

"What?! But they're brand new!"

"What's your point, Sis?"

"But-I mean I paid-do I have too?!"

"Well, Mistress Kate did say you can't put them back on," Katie pointed out. "So I guess you'll either have to carry them through the mall or throw them away, it's up to you!"

Joan looked down at the silky new panties she was holding in her hand, and back at you evilly smiling younger sister. She licked her lips nervously, acutely aware that someone might come around the corner at any second and see her standing there holding her underwear in her hands, looked back at Katie, and then sighed and walked over to a trash can nearby and dropped the panties into the slot!

With a sigh, she looked back at Katie and said, "Satisfied?"

Katie walked over and hugged her sister for a moment, and said, "Come on, let's finish our pizza and do some more shopping!"

"I can't believe I just did that," Joan muttered, as she picked up her pizza and took a huge nervous bite, blushing scarlet. "I mean I just don't do things like that!"

Elsewhere...

Was that the sound of footsteps? James wondered nervously, but also with a strange mixture of relief and dread. Are they finally home?

After a moment, the blindfolded man decided it had been his imagination. Once again he wondered where his wife and sister were, had they decided to eat dinner out too?! He was sure they had been gone all day! His cell phone had not rung where it sat on the table beside his bed...or did it? A sudden thought struck him, had Joan and Katie really left the cell phone on the table?

 Katie and Joan...

"I can't believe I'm walking around with no underwear on!" Joan said, still blushing. "Can you imagine how scandalized Mom would be?!!"

They had been shopping for some hours since she had taken off her underwear, and Joan was sure that not once in all that time had she entirely ceased blushing!

Katie giggled. "I know, but that's part of the fun, isn't it? Just think, Sis, everyone can see you blushing and nobody knows why! I mean it's not like anybody can tell by looking at you, your dress covers everything, but still!"

Joan shivered, Katie was right, of course, her dress did cover everything that needed to be covered, there was no way anybody could tell by looking that the normally proper and mature 44 year old wife and mother had nothing on under her dress. But she knew! Just the knowledge of it, the awareness that she was walking around the huge mall with her pussy and ass uncovered under her light dress, was mortifyingly exciting and arousingly humiliating!

"Wait here, Joanie!" Katie ordered, leaving her older sister standing in the food court. "And don't buy anything while I'm gone, I'll be back in a trice!"

Joan stood there in the food court, feeling foolish and blushing at the knowledge that she had no panties on under her sundress, it was hard to avoid feeling exposed and embarrassed even though there was nothing to show anybody else that she was bare down there. That was just not something people like her did!

Her stomach was growling, it had been hours since they ate the pizza and the slices had been small, but Katie had said not to buy anything, so she just stood there feeling exposed and foolish and waited, for about ten minutes, until Katie finally returned.

Her younger sister had a smile on her face that made Joan very nervous! She was carrying a little bag with the logo of the one of the makeup stores on it.

"Come with me, Jo!" Katie instructed.

"Where are we going?" Joan asked anxiously as she followed her sister.

"The little girls' room," Katie said.

Sure enough, a few minutes later Joan found herself in a stall in the women's rest room, along with Katie, who locked the door and said in her 'mistress voice', "Mistress Kate wants you to bend over and flip your dress up, Joanie! Show me your fanny!"

"But-!"

"Now!" Katie snapped, and Joan, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and sexual excitement like nothing she could recall in ages (at least until this summer!) obeyed, turning around, flipping up her dress to present her naked posterior toward her little sister, and bent over with her hands on her knees.

Why does obeying Katie make my pussy wet?! Joan wondered for the hundredth time at least. I just don't understand why it's so exciting!

"What are you doing, Sis?" Joan inquired as she saw Katie take out a tube of lipstick and open it, raising the contents with a twist of the tube.

"Writing a message on your disgustingly pretty rear end," Katie absently replied, as she began to apply the tip of the lipstick to the bare flesh of her older sister's butt.

"Wh-what are you writing down there?!" Joan demanded. "Katie, I don't know about this! What are you putting on my rear end?!"

Even as she was saying it, Joan blushed anew as she realized that there might be someone else in the stalls next to them who could hear it! That thought made her shiver in embarrassment at the possibility...and left her pussy soaked!

"I'm not gonna tell you!" Katie sing-songed. "I'll just let your imagination take care of that!"

In actual fact, she had written, 'World's Best Big Sister!' in bright red lipstick on her older sibling's bare ass, but she knew that was the last thing Joan would guess. She finished writing, gave her older sister a mild playful slap on the unmarked part of her bare rear end, and directed her to lower her dress.

Somewhere else...

James had been remembering some of the thing he, Joan, and Katie had been doing over the previous few months, and the result of that little trip down memory lane had been a hard-on that felt like it was made of steel under his stomach. Part of him wanted badly to rub his hard cock against the bed, but he also knew that if he got carried away and ended up coming on the bed, it would be Big Trouble when Joan and Katie finally got home...whenever that might be.

Also, he might very well break his very special bonds if he did that, and if that happened...no, better to think about something 'safe' and let his cock soften.

 Katie and Joan...

"Lift your dress a little, Joanie," Katie instructed her older sister, "when you get in the car I want your ass touching the leather!"

"But-"

"Joanie!" Katie said with a grin, raising her voice just slightly as if in warning. "Mistress Kate just told you to do something, better do it!"

"Won't I get your damned lipstick on the seat?!"

"Don't worry, it's dry by now! Worse things than lipstick have touched that seat, Sis!"

"Now you tell me," Joan said dryly. Then, with a grimace, Joan climbed into her sister's minivan, and adjusting her dress as ordered, she settled her bare, unprotected bottom onto the sun-heated leather of the passenger seat.

"OOWWW!" she hissed, the leather was hot and definitely uncomfortable under her unprotected cheeks! But then, after a moment, a grin crossed her face as the sensation changed. The hot leather cooled a bit, and actually felt good!

"I knew you'd like that," Katie said with an evil smirk. "It only hurts for a moment!"

"I-it's...I don't know, the warmth feels so good..." Joan said with a sigh. "Damn it, Sprite, I should have tried something like that a long time ago!"

"Just remember, it doesn't feel quite so nice on a freshly-spanked rear end," Katie said as she climbed behind the wheel and started the engine.

"I'll keep that in mind," Joan said nervously, as they pulled into traffic. She still couldn't believe how strange and embarrassing and hot it was to be running around with no underwear on, or how hot and nice the leather seat felt under her bare buns!

"So where do you want to have dinner, Joanie?"

"You mean it's up to me, Sprite?" Joan asked wryly.

"Sure," Katie said. "I'm asking as me, not Mistress Kate. I'm hungry so pick a place, Sis!"

 Elsewhere...

In spite of everything, he was beginning to think he might just fall asleep if Joan and Katie did not return soon! He would never have believed it possible, but he had been where he was for a long time, and unable to leave or move much, his initial nervousness and alter excitement had gradually given way to a strangely comfortable calm. It was still a little chilly, with the air from the vent blowing on him, though!

What really worried James was what would happen if he fell asleep and ended up moving too much, his special bonds were not all that substantial, after all...

 Katie and Joan...

"This chicken is delicious," Joan enthused, "I can't remember that last time I had a chicken Monterey that tasted quite like this!"

"It's the pepper," Katie opined, as she dug into her own dinner with relish. "It adds a little heat to the sauce!"

"It's good, anyway! I'd love to have the recipe!"

Katie and Joan were sitting in a quiet booth in the back of a local steakhouse, enjoying their evening meal and talking about anything and everything. Joan, for her part, had become sufficiently absorbed in their conversation and the delicious food that she had almost managed to forget that she was sitting bare-bottomed on the leather of the booth seat.

Still, Joan mused ruefully, at least I think I've managed to stop blushing!

As the desert was brought, the conversation turned, once again, to the 'games' the two of them and James had been playing over the last couple of months. They had the restaurant mostly to themselves, since the dinner hour was passed, and there was little risk of being overheard as they ate their deserts, interspersing discussions about their 'games' with rueful comments about the calories in their food.