12 comments/ 51092 views/ 29 favorites Fraternal Ties By: Wifetheif "Bob give me one good reason why I should bail you an Jeanie out of the hole you have dug." "But Frank You won the lottery and I'm your my brother, it your family DUTY to help us out!" "I have given you handouts before. Every time you blow the money on the ponies and NONE of it goes to cover your debts. Putting you more and more behind the eight ball. Yes I won the lottery Bob but I have to be very careful with my money. I've read horror stories about guys like me. Many lottery winners blow through the money in a few years. One guy in Florida ended up buried under his crawlspace for not providing timely handouts to his "friends." I'll be damned if that is going to happen to me. I have hired two teams of accountants one team to invest the money and another team to keep tabs on the first team. I may be your brother but you are not a charity I'm likely to invest in." "Jeanie and I will do anything, sign any documents you want, repay you any way you want Frank.You CAN'T lose!" "Bob, I've heard this story my entire life. As kids I let you talk me into giving you part of my allowance. You wasted it on candy or comic books, whereas I banked most of mine. When I turned sixteen I could buy my own car. You whined and made a fuss and, at last, Dad bought you a car, which you promptly wrapped around a tree. Once you discovered the track there was never any doubt that all of your money would go down that rat hole. I've never spent more than fifty bucks a time at the track and I've been to Las Vegas exactly four times and two of those were for business trips. I've bailed you out before but no longer. The only thing good about you Bob is Jeanie. What she sees in you I will never understand. She must find reprobates and participants in dissipation "endearing." Well I DON'T!" "Frank, even if I concede that you are correct about me, and you aren't, This is different Jeanie and I will do ANYTHING you ask." "Stop repeating that bullshit Bob. You have the impulse control of an infant. No matter what I ask of you you will find some way to weasel out of the deal. Once you get your hands on the money you can kiss it goodbye. You spend money likes it radioactive. If I help you out in six months the money will be gone and you will be back in debt and in the same boat you are in now. Then, just like clockwork, you will show up at my door and ask for more money to dig you out of your hole AGAIN!" "But Frank, We'll do ANYTHING!" At this moment an idea crossed Frank's mind. Despite his many shortcomings Bob WAS his brother. This time however he would teach Bob a lesson. Jeanie was indeed far better than Frank's piss ant little brother deserved .... "OK Bob. Be at my house on Wednesday at 8:00. Bring Jeanie. We will see how willing you two are to do ANYTHING. If you agree to the program I have in store for you I will retire all of your debts and set you and Jeanie up with three million dollars. It will be my only and final offer. If you choke on the terms that is NOT my fault." At that statement Bob's face brightened and he said, "I knew that I could count on you Frank!" "Wait until you see the fine print." Was the older brother's only reply. On Wednesday evening Bob sat slack jawed as he listened again to his brother Frank's proposal. "You CAN'T be serious Frank!" "That's the deal Bob. Take it or leave it," At this point Jeanie, Frank's beautiful redheaded sister interjected. "I've never thought of you in THAT way Francis." (Jeanie, alone among all of the inhabitants of the world was the only one permitted to call Frank by his legal name.) "That doesn't matter Jeanie, all I ask is that you be obedient and happy. I will treat you to the best year you have ever had." "You can't seriously be considering his offer Jeanie!" Exploded Bob. "It IS an awful lot of money, dear and, if you don't mind my saying so, you could use some discipline." "But Jeanie, Frank wants to ..." "Yes but after a year, we can have a nice house and start a family, Being with Francis for twelve months is not a bad trade off for something we both have wanted ever since we got married." "But Jeanie!... Frank, What's this "chastity" nonsense?" "Very simple bro, you earn the money through a year of chastity. All of you life you have sweet talked or wheedled people into giving you money. You have not worked for anything that you have. On top of that for every dollar you DO manage to earn, you gamble away three more. The only reason that you and Jeanie are not homeless is because both her parents and our own have been bailing you out. I know first hand that the primary marital problem between you and Jeanie is your wasting money by gambling or get rich quick schemes. You would be a much better husband if you learned a modicum of financial discipline. Under my proposal you earn money by forgoing something that you enjoy. For a year your dick gets locked away. You forgo sex an entire year and attend basic economic courses. You will have a small weekly allowance for your lunches and so forth. I'll even spot you the occasional trip to the race track. But for any of this to have an lasting impact it has to hurt. If I go easy on you, you will learn nothing and with your new millions you will dig yourself a new and deeper hole." "But you getting to sleep with Jeanie, hardly seems fair!" Replied Bob angrily. "Why should your wife have to share your sentence?" Stated Frank plainly. "You got the two of you into the financial hole. Jeanie works hard. In many ways she is supporting you. What kind of a man lets his wife field angry calls from creditors and bookies? She deserves a reward for putting up with your antics. I as your brother am the logical one to console her." "You just want to fuck her you pig!" Spat Bob. "Bob, let's not get vulgar. I've laid out the scenario. In a year you and Jeanie will have three million. I'll even put up the down payment for a modest house after that time. You will have gone to school and learned the value of money. Once you get the money I will provide you both with a financial adviser who will help you maximize the investment potential of the money but you two will have to work for it, especially you Bob." "But Frank!" "Look Bob, quit wasting my time," Said the older brother impatiently. "The offer is non-alterable and expires tonight at midnight. I suggest that you and Jeanie take the time left to decide what you are going to do. I'll give you both some privacy to discuss it." With that Frank strode confidently out of his den and out onto his patio. It was a warm June evening the brilliant star filled sky seemed like a remarkably promising omen. Frank realized again the depths his good fortune. He had bought the lottery ticket on a lark when the jackpot had become rather large. When Frank won he realized that he the perfect temperament and was perfectly placed in life to maximize the benefit of winning. He was just past thirty years old. He was single and already owned a nice home. He could enjoy the next few years as a single man and experience women from all over the world before he decided to settle down. But the year just ahead was proving to be best gift his newfound wealth had bestowed. Frank Thought of Jeanie again and instantly felt himself hardening. Five foot five, long red hair, porcelain skin and green eyes with great tits and fantastic legs; she was the perfect woman. Frank knew that his brother Bob had won her because of his good looks and persuasive personality. Bob was much more handsome than Frank and aside from his wastrel nature when it came to money; he was a very endearing guy. Frank DID understand what Jeanie saw in Bob, but Jeanie deserved so much more than Bob was providing now. As corny as Frank knew it would sound if said it out loud, he really did want to make a better man out of his brother. He wanted to make Bob a better man for the sakes of all involved. If Bob continued down the course he was on, he'd be rubbed out by some loan shark when he failed to repay his debts and the burden of his passing would fall to Jeanie. Frank realized that it was possible that he loved Jeanie more than Bob did. He did not want to break up her marriage to his brother but he did want to see her better taken care of. Frank really did want to turn Bob into the husband he should be. Maybe the knowledge that his brother was fucking his wife for an entire year while he was not even permitted to jerk off would knock some sense into Bob. Frank could tell by Jeanie's body language and in how she phrased her answers that she was more than amenable to Frank's plan. She wanted to teach Bob a lesson just as much as Frank himself did. Inside the house Jeanie and Bob were engaged in the most serious conversation of their lives. Jeanie seemed to be in charge of the conversation, "It is an awful lot of money honey, we can move out of our crappy apartment and into this nice house. I won't be giving Frank anything like what I give to you. I'd stay celibate for a year if I had to to give you this wonderful new life. How can you not be willing to do the same for me?" opined Jeanie. "But Jeanie dear you'll be sharing my brother's bed. Why do I have to be locked in a cage for a year?" relied Bob sadly. "Because your brother has the money and he makes the rules. You heard him yourself. It's either this or we get no handout at all. I'm tired of the life we are living now. I love you like crazy Bob but your money habits are really driving me insane. We could have so many nice things if you weren't flushing our money down the John. When I see you reading the "Racing Form" I want to scream. Don't make me pull an ultimatum on you Bob. If I divorced you I'm sure that Frank would be willing to help me out. I DON'T want to do that but I am NOT going back to our old life. You have so many great aspects to your personality but your money wasting HAS to end or I walk out of your life." As Jeanie said this she had a defiant look upon her face. She knew she had her husband exactly where she wanted him. After more than an hour of conversing, Bob knew that he was beaten. In part Bob knew that he had a problem. Having heard the same arguments from all of his relatives and friends, even some of the bookies he dealt with, made Bob realize that he had to be getting the truth. Bob still did not like this plan one iota but the three million dollar payoff won over the gambler in him. Even as Bob thought that he realized it was the wrong analogy. He should be thinking Christmas present not casino payoff. A thoroughly beaten man, Bob summoned his brother Frank from his nighttime revelry. "We'll do it Frank," said Bob, "But I will be one unhappy camper the whole time." "If you channel your unhappiness and apply it to your economic studies, you will learn a great deal. It may not be fun Bob but it can be a learning experience like no other." The older brother wore a confident yet slightly condescending look upon his face. Then he moved on to other topics, "We will start the program Sunday night at eight. You and Jeanie can move out of that fleabag apartment and into my place over the weekend. I'll take care of your landlord and I have a storage area where you can put your furniture and so forth that is IF you want to keep it. Jeanie might want to buy all new stuff when you earn your prize." "So I get just three more nights to sleep with my wife before I lose my marital rights." Stated Bob flatly "If you want to look at it that way. You'll STILL be Jeanie's husband. Yes she moves into my bed on Sunday night but I have no intention of taking her away from you." Bob look at his wife Jeanie with a hurt look on his face, "I can't believe that you are OK with this honey." "Bob, I don't love Francis now and I won't love him in a year. We are BOTH doing something that we dislike for the future good. I LOVE making love to you and I will miss your cock enormously. Choosing to sleep with your brother is a very difficult decision for me but I want a better life and yes I want a better husband. You really can learn from this honey if you let yourself. Being miserable, will only hurt both of us." Disgustedly Bob turned to his brother Frank "As soon as that money is in our hands I never want to see you again!" "If that the way you feel in a year bro, I will respect your decision but let's not make any hasty decisions for a while OK?" replied Frank. Then Frank stepped over to his refrigerator and brought out a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and said, "This calls for a celebration. Let's toast to the wonderful future ahead for you two. I also want to celebrate my investing in that future." Frank filled three glasses and offered a toast. Bob and Jeanie were not particularly enthusiastic but they did down their glasses. One the trio had finished drinking Frank said, "Remember your role too Jeanie. I get to decide what you wear for the next year. I'm not too much of a pervert. I expect you to keep your job but don't worry about cooking or cleaning, I have hired a maid and a chef. I want you to be compliant and to wear a smile. I think the two of us will have a lot of fun." "Francis, I will do as you ask, but please don't be a sore winner." "I can agree to that." said Frank wiping the grin off his face, and then the three downed another glass of champagne. It was very late when Bob and Jeanie had returned to their small apartment on the bad side of town. Jeanie knew that she would not miss this place at all. Her brother had already shown her the empty dresser and half closet in his bedroom that would be hers. Inwardly she was steeling herself for Sunday when she would be breaking her marital vows. She really did love Bob but the future she imagined as her reward for a year of unpleasantness was too enticing to resist. She wasn't crazy about Francis selecting her wardrobe but it was part of the deal and was certainly less onerous than what her husband would have to endure. Despite it being one of the few times remaining for them to make love, Jeanie and Bob's sex near dawn was emotionless and unsatisfying. Both of them were in too distracted states of mind to meet the others emotional need. It occurred to Bob that he should be savoring the moment but all he could think of was what he was about to lose. In the morning, a bit fresher, the two made love quickly as the alarm clock buzzed. It was much better but sex but certainly not an especially memorable session for either of them. Both Bob and Jeanie had jobs to get ready for. Jeanie worked as a loan officer in a downtown bank. Bob had not been in his current job long; he worked on the loading dock of a local furniture store. The mediocre pay was better than being unemployed. Bob felt more like a man when he was contributing to the household budget. He recalled with embarrassment the many times that Jeanie had been the only breadwinner. He would work just about any job to avoid having that awful feeling again. He thought of the promised millions and realized that after a year he would never have to have that bad feeling ever again. That realization made him feel a bit better. Thursday moved at a glacial rate. Bob and Jeanie made love when they could but it always seemed a bit rushed, as though they were making love out of necessity rather than desire. Before Bob and Jeanie knew it, it was Friday night and a moving van arrived to cart away their furniture. Bob made an angry phone call to his brother accusing him of jumping the gun. Frank replied that it could not be helped the moving company was booked for Saturday and Sunday. To make amends Frank sent over an air mattress for his brother and sister to sleep on Friday and Saturday. The movers also took most of the clothing in the house. Bob and Jeanie were allowed one suitcase each of their current wardrobes. When Jeanie saw her empty apartment she realized how forlorn it looked. Had she really spent the last three years in such a crappy hole in the wall? With a start Jeanie realized that she must truly love Bob to put up with such substandard living conditions. And then she thought about the tens of thousands that her husband had flushed away in that time. Jeanie realized that had Bob been the man he should have been the two of them would most likely already be owners of a nice house and they would not be postponing children for yet another year. In a sudden revelation Jeanie realized that this truly was Bob's last chance. If the year ahead did not reform him Jeanie would exit the marriage and find a man who was a decent provider. Jeanie and Bob spent Saturday snuggling on the air mattress and making love. Jeanie decided to give Bob everything he asked for, even anal which she ordinarily allowed him only on his birthday and the anniversary of their first date. To Jeanie, Bob seemed surprisingly tender in their lovemaking as if he finally realized what a wonderful thing he had. He behaved like a condemned man savoring his last meal, lovingly masticating every morsel and inhaling every aroma. The only time the two left the apartment was to eat in a fine restaurant. It was expensive but both Jeanie and Bob felt that they were entitled to it. They left a very generous tip for the waitress and returned to their air mattress. When Sunday dawned, neither Bob nor Jeanie saw the point in hanging around the apartment. They gathered the few possessions which the movers had left behind, picked up their suitcases, loaded them in their aging used car and drove over to Frank's lovely home. Delaying the inevitable as long as they could, Bob and Jeanie arrived at Frank's house at 6:00 P.M. The grin he greeted them with at the door was positively insufferable. Frank treated his visitors to a gourmet dinner prepared by his chef. As they ate Frank announced, "We start the program at 8:00 sharp. Jeanie, you will perform the actual task of locking your husband in his cage. Bob, you will also be getting your own room, it is a rather nice, with your own door to the back yard and a nice full bathroom. If I were a true bastard Bob, I would have you sleep at the foot of the bed in my room that Jeanie and I will be sharing. Speaking of which, Jeanie most of your new wardrobe has arrived. I will be dressing you in flashy but conservative attire for work and a lot simpler and far sexier when you are at home." Neither Jeanie nor Bob was happy with the scenario Frank had laid out but both of them were too committed to the project to back out now. Bob was at least grateful that he would not have to watch his wife fuck his brother. As tormented as he would be alone in his room, it would be far more tolerable with several doors between him and the actual violation. At 7:30 the trio was in the bathroom. Bob was in the tub receiving a hand job from Jeanie. "Enjoy your last orgasm for a year Bob." said Frank. Jeanie and Bob tried to ignore Frank's presence and enjoy their last intimacy. Bob savored every gentle tug of his wife's soft hands as she worked. Despite all the sex he and Jeanie had engaged in over the last few days, Bob came in a torrent. Jeanie kissed him deeply as his penis rapidly returned to a flaccid state. Bob soaked for a few more moments before stepping out of the tub and drying off. Frank handed Jeanie Bob's chastity cage and instructed her on how to properly adjust and close it. As the titanium cage met the ring about Bob's penis, a definite click could be heard in the bathroom. Bob stared morosely at his captive manhood. "You see Bob, "said Frank, "it's completely painless. You may want to sit down the first few times you take a piss until you get the hang of it. There are two keys, one is locked away in my safe deposit box at the bank the other I will hide someplace nearby (not in the house) in case some emergency arises and we have to get you out of there. But I do not expect that to occur." Fraternal Ties After instructing Bob and Jeanie on methods of cleaning the device while it was in place and making sure that they thoroughly understood them. Frank handed Bob a pair of pajama bottoms and said, "It is now time for Jeanie to begin honoring her part of the contract. It's probably best that I lock you in your room tonight bro." The three made their way to the room set aside for Bob. It had a television and other amenities. In no mood to sleep Bob picked up a book and the Racing Form. Jeanie felt in her heart every bit of the look of betrayal that her husband shot her just before the door closed. Jeanie was still dressed as she had been the morning at the apartment; red short sleeve silk blouse, brown slacks, simple black flats and a gold butterfly barret in her copper colored hair. Frank realized that even this simply dressed Jeanie was ravishing. Hungrily Frank drank in the beauty of his sister. Jeanie did not like the look in Frank's eye s or the tension in the room. She felt compelled to speak. "I am all yours Francis, just please be gentle. Now what can I do for you?" "Well Jeanie I think our relationship should start with a kiss, a deep long passionate one. The only time our lips have ever met was the polite kiss we exchanged at your wedding. I want so much more than that!" Jeanie steeled herself, strode forward and entered Frank's embrace. He was a bit taller and stouter than her husband. Trying to think good thoughts she turned her lips up to meet Frank's. Jeanie was amazed at the kiss Frank bestowed upon her. It was simple yet firm, the kiss of a man secure in who his is and in how he can please a woman. Jeanie had hoped that kissing Frank would be like kissing a dead fish; that way she could compartmentalize what she needed to do. It was clear from this kiss however that Frank wanted everything Jeanie had and not just what she was willing to give. For the first time she began to have second thoughts about her decision. She knew that to survive with her marriage to Bob intact, she had to focus on just one thing, the three million dollars. Frank kissed Jeanie for quite awhile, trapping her in his strong arms. Before long his hands and arms were roving over every part of Jeanie's body. Frank was not ham-handed or presumptuous, his strokes were gentle yet firm, as though the two were familiar lovers of longstanding. Jeanie was not prepared for this. She expected a manhandling or at least some awkwardness. Jeanie realized that Frank really was every bit as secure in his manhood that a male could possibly be. He was not rushed, he was not insatiable, he was not rude or perverse. Aside from the fact that he was compelling his sister to prostitute herself to him, he was a perfect gentleman. Despite herself Jeanie found her body responding to his overtures. Something she had never considered entered her consciousness like a lightning strike; "Francis is a much better lover than Bob" Jeanie told herself with dread. Some time later Frank broke their embrace. He disappeared to another room and returned with a gift wrapped box. "Jeanie, after tonight I will have sole responsibility for dressing you and undressing you but now I want to see you in this. I will wait in our bedroom. Take off everything except your jewelry and that lovely barret in your hair and put this on. I want the first time between us to be memorable in every way." Too shocked to answer Jeanie yore open the gold foil gift wrapping and discovered a box from a high end woman's fashion boutique. With trembling hands she removed the lid from the box. Inside was a very expensive and quite lovely wedding night trousseau. It was silk black lace with stockings, a garter belt and bustier, There were matching black heels and a gossamer wrap to go over everything. Jeanie had never owned or worn anything like it. More then a little dazed by how the outfit was intended and what she would look like in it, Jeanie managed to squeak out a weak "Thank you Francis, It is lovely." Grinning from ear to ear Frank replied with "I'll let you get ready out here. DON'T take too long to prepare yourself." Then with an ever increasing bulge apparent in Frank's pants he made his way to his bedroom. Jeanie stood there mouth agape for some moments before she gathered her wits. Moving over to the sofa, she sat and kicked off her shoes. Fighting the impulse to run screaming from the room, Jeanie at last shed the rest of her clothes. Grateful that she was on the pill, Jeanie began dressing herself. Wondering how Frank could possibly have found out such information, Jeanie noticed that everything was in her size. Involuntarily shivering despite the warmth of the house, Jeanie slid on the silk panties. The bustier closed easily behind her back. Jeanie could not help but notice that it made her full bust look even larger and more enticing as her breasts were just restrained by the lacy fabric. The garter belt went on next and then she slid the impossibly wonderful feeling stockings onto her long and lovely legs. Jeanie stepped into the heels and slid on the gossamer wrap. The outfit felt divine. Jeanie gazed at her reflection in a mirror. The outfit complemented her form fantastically. It made her feel like another woman entirely. Jeanie imagined the woman looking back was a stranger, that everything that was happening now was actually taking place in an alternate and far kinder universe. Then she looked at the wedding ring on her left hand and at the door behind which her husband was locked away. Suddenly everything was real again. Heart aflutter with a mixture of dread and inevitability Jeanie headed down the hallway to Frank's room. Her heels made no sound at all on the thick carpet. Trying to control her breathing, Jeanie knocked on Frank's door. "Come in Jeanie" said Frank. Exhaling deeply, Jeanie stepped into the bedroom of her brother, and now hers as well. Frank was sitting on the bed in just his boxers. He wore a broad grin and his eyes lit up once he saw Jeanie. She was even more beautiful than ever in the sexy outfit. "Jeanie, you look ravishing. Remove the wrap and turn around a few times so that I can appreciate you from all angles." The gossamer wrap dropped to the floor and instantly Jeanie felt vulnerable and more naked than if she had been standing in her bare skin. Slowly Jean turned, carefully pirouetting on the unfamiliar heels . "Francis," said Jeanie softly, "I will do anything you ask of me but PLEASE be gentle and kind." "I wouldn't have it any other way, Jeanie" replied Frank. "Now come sit next to me." Jeanie sat next to Frank. She could see the contours of his huge erection straining to escape his boxers. Jeanie realized that while her husband Bob was well endowed, his brother's equipment was probably longer and thicker. Jeanie had hoped that Frank had a small, easy to handle penis. It seemed as though fate was thwarting her every desire. "I know that this is very difficult for you Jeanie but trust me it WILL get easier. I am going to undress you now. I hope you like how I go about it. Once you are naked, I want you to remove my shorts and give me a blow job. I want you to at least try to be enthusiastic. I don't expect you to swallow my load tonight. We will then make love in standard missionary position. As you become more familiar with me I will expect you to become more compliant and more athletic in bed. Because I care about you I will go slow, after all we have all year. With gentle hands Frank began to undress Jeanie. He kissed her deeply and then removed each of her shoes. Jeanie's feet and legs were gorgeous in the stockings. Frank was astounded at how blemish free Jeanie's skin was. There was a light dusting of freckles on her nose and shoulders, aside from that she might as well have ben a porcelain doll. Frank decided that he wanted to see Jeanie's spectacular tits last. Slowly he removed her stockings. Every millimeter of flesh he exposed was showered with kisses. After removing each stocking he kissed her toes, and gently rubbed her feet. Jeanie was startled by Frank's gentleness. She had always known her brother to be a kind man but the sweetness and sincerity which he was showering upon her was completely unanticipated. Jeanie found herself relaxing utterly under Frank's touch. The kisses on her tummy when Frank removed her garter belt were heavenly. Bob was this good a lover on occasion but Jeanie somehow understood that Frank was this talented all the time. Jeanie forced herself to think of Bob, to convince herself that what she would be doing for the next year was an unpleasant task to be simply endured. She was still telling herself this fiction when Frank's talented tongue entered her pussy. Jeanie ADORED cunnilingus. One of the reasons she had married Bob was because he almost never failed to get her off with his mouth lips and tongue. Frank was just as skilled as his brother, an involuntary "Oh Francis!" escaped Jeanie's lips. It was music to Frank's ears. His sister's pussy was every bit as succulent and beautiful as he had always imagined. He would take so much delight in making love to Jeanie. "I'm a better man than my brother," he thought to himself. "I know I am a better lover as well." Frank delighted in the little kitten noises Jeanie made as he brought her to the edge of orgasm. Leaving her hungry for more, Frank gently removed Jeanie's bustier. Her gorgeous tits spilled into the soft light of his bedroom. Frank had seen Jeanie in a bikini before but seeing her completely topless was an arousing experience like no other. Her tits were large and firm with light brown areolas and hard pink nipples. Frank gently nibbled each of Jeanie's remarkable tits in turn. Every bit of her tasted like a sweet summer day. Gently he forced Jeanie to her knees and slid off his shorts. Jeanie did not hesitate a moment. Her sweet pink tongue felt incredible on his shaft. Jeanie quickly demonstrated that she knew her way around a phallus. Frank felt sure that if she continued he would explode all over her face. Frank wanted to come inside her however. Gently pulling Jeanie to himself he gently laid her in the middle of the bed. Frank knew that his sister was on birth control so he did not don a condom. Finding her lovely copper hued, trimmed pussy surprisingly tight, Frank began to pump, slowly at first then with more gusto. Jeanie's breath caught in her throat and then escaped in a moan of contentment and pleasure. Frank's first night with Jeanie soared beyond his expectations. He kissed Jeanie deeply. She kissed him back. Frank held Jeanie close until she fell asleep. Frank followed Jeanie into dreamland shortly afterwards, his hear resting blissfully on her ample bust. In the morning, Frank's beaming countenance was the first thing Jeanie's eyes took in. Instantly feeling the pangs of guilt and shame for enjoying her brother's touch, Jeanie broke his gaze and stared instead at the wall beyond him. "Don't worry Jeanie, I won't embarrass you by asking if you enjoyed yourself last night. Why don't you use our bathroom and then I will dress you in some nice lounging pajamas, then we will liberate your husband and all of us will sit down to breakfast. After that its shower time and I dress you for work." "Whatever you want Francis." replied Jeanie, trying to project a flat, disinterested tone . More acutely aware of her nudity then she had been the previous evening, Jeanie attempted to shield her body with her hands as she made her way to the bathroom. Hating herself every moment Jeanie morosely went about her business. The scent of Frank hung strong about her. Bitterly Jeanie realized that Frank even smelled better than his brother. Finishing up her trip to the bathroom by running a brush through her tangled hair Jeanie then stepped out of the bathroom. Frank greeted her with a lovely purple pajama set.The pants were short but they covered her well. After dressing her in the pants Frank buttoned up the top of the set. Once it was on her frame, Jeanie realized that the top and bottom were only slightly opaque. Jeanie's nipples and pussy were plainly visible through the fabric. Despite the exposure, Jeanie was relieved that Frank would not be keeping her completely naked. After using the bathroom himself Frank donned a robe and took Jeanie's hand and led her to Bob's door. Jeanie unlocked the door, knocked and said, "Breakfast honey." When the door opened it was obvious that Bob had endured a long and mostly sleepless night. Jeanie felt horrible when Bob's accusatory eyes met her own. Out of guilt and sympathy Jeanie embraced and kissed her husband. As they all strode to the kitchen the three passed the pile of Jeanie's clothes on the couch. Bob looked hotly at his wife and frowned The chef was already at work on a simple but elegant breakfast. A well trained domestic servant, he did not even bat an eye when the unconventional trio sat down at the table. "You really did it you whore!" Spat Bob at his wife. "Hey! We'll have none of that Bob. Jeanie did what was expected of her nothing more. I won't abide your slandering or insulting her. Now let us settle down to breakfast and then the two of you can get ready for work. I think it is best for both of you to keep working. It gets the focus off of yourselves and onto more mundane issues." Bob remained icily silent, while Jeanie politely avoided Frank's attempts at small talk. "Well I suppose the first day is expected to be a bit awkward." said Frank to Jeanie and Bob. "But isn't this chef fantastic?" Jeanie had to conceded that the meal was indeed fabulous. She realized that she would have to watch her figure if the cooking was always going to be this good. Several times she tried to meet the eyes of her husband Bob but he simply would not meet her gaze. Jeanie realized that if Bob continued to remain a petulant baby it was going to be a long year. Frank waited patiently while Jeanie showered. He was so quiet that Jeanie was startled to see him sitting on the commode as she exited the shower. Ignoring Frank's intense and hungry gaze Jeanie dried herself off, wrapped a towel about her self and dried her magnificent hair. "Time to play dress up." said Frank once she was finished. In the bedroom Frank announced. "I think stockings and garters make a woman most feminine. For the duration of your service Jeanie your underclothes will resemble those of a woman from the late 1950's and early 1960' in stockings and a garter belt. Your panties and bras will be a bit more modern. Your dresses will be expensive but not out of your price range. We don't want to raise too many questions at work. You don't want your branch president thinking that you are embezzling from the bank." Jeanie was not sure if it was sweet or creepy that her brother would be dressing her every day. She was leaning towards creepy. Frank tried his best to turn dressing Jeanie into an erotic experience. Gently he kissed her flesh as her slid on each of her garments, in reverse of how he had undressed her the night before. Jeanie tried not to react to Frank's maneuvers but his touch was tender, his lips were soft and he was so damn earnest. In the full length mirror Jeanie watched as Frank dressed her. All of the underwear was very expensive and felt absolutely wonderful against her skin. Jeanie had no experience with wearing stockings that required garters on an everyday basis. She imagined that it would take some getting used to. Today everything was pink except for the tan stockings. Over this ensemble Frank helped Jeanie into a lovely tan dress with a hem just a few inches above her knee. It was perfect for a business such as a bank. Jeanie noted that the dress came from her favorite boutique. "Francis may think that this will not raise any questions," said Jeanie to herself, "but I will have to come up with some creative explanations of where dresses like this came from." Jeanie had to conclude that Frank had a very good sense of what looked good on her. "Perhaps a reevaluation of him is in order."she thought abstractly. In the living room Bob was waiting impatiently on the couch. He was dressed for work in blue collar attire. When he espied his wife, Bob was stunned. Jeanie looked amazing. He became painfully aware of his caged penis as his erection became like Alice in her tiny house. "You look wonderful honey! Said Bob. "I'm sorry about what I said to you at breakfast. It is going to take a while until I calm down and accept what is happening. I hope at least that Frank is treating you well." Jeanie kissed her husband and said "Think nothing of it honey. If I were in your place I would probably be upset as well. Francis is being a perfect gentleman. Look at the time we really should be getting to work." Frank was going to take Bob shopping for a nice used car in a few days, until that time Jeanie would be dropping Bob off and picking him up at the end of the work day. Their drive in was full of pregnant pauses and awkward silences. Bob had so many questions that he wanted answers to but was afraid to ask. Jeanie did not look as upset as Bob had hoped that she would be. Bob did not want to believe that his wife was enjoying his brother's bed, but she clearly had not hated the experience. "Look Jeanie, I'll try to avoid the obvious questions about last night, I just wish you didn't look so damn calm." "I may look calm honey, but I am tearing up inside. All you need to know about last night is that I did my duty and that Francis was a perfect gentlemen. That answer should satisfy you but I know it won't, so I'll add, straight missionary ONE time!" Jeanie's earnestness humbled Bob. His hand felt his cage beneath his pants and Bob realized that his wife was every bit as much captive as he was but that she was in an entirely different sort of prison. The rest of the drive passed in total silence.