Brotherly Love

InBrotherly Love - 03, Stephie and Hilary shared themselves with each other; Stephie reliving her past life and Hilary getting her first taste of another woman.

They also shared the secret that they are both pregnant and likely from each other's husband from an impulsive swap while staying at the family lake cottage.

Stephie and her lover Crystal had been deep in a relationship that included all aspects of BDSM. These started to rise to the surface as the night together came to a close.

Stephie and Hilary were both naked and had just climaxed when Stephie asked her sister-in-law if she wanted to be trained.

We pick it up right after that question..

Enjoy this story edited byJacobRiley49

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(Stephie's POV)

"Would you like to be trained?" I asked.

"Trained?"

"On how to be an obedient Child?"

"Does this have anything to do with your continued story with Crystal?"

"Yes, it's when she became 'Mother' to me and I became her 'Gurl' officially."

"Then you have to tell me...AHHH!!!"

SLAP! SLAP!

"I don't have to tell you SHIT! BITCH!"

'Surprise them, go hard, then don't let up.'Mother's words in my head.

I had already tested her during the past evening of sex, just little aggressions that she melted into. In my heart I knew she wanted me to lead and lead hard.

I grabbed the shirt that was laying on the bed, took her hips turned her over onto her stomach, pushed her face down then lifted her head by the hair, fast.

I wrapped the shirt around her mouth, tying it behind her head.

"Mggfftt!!!! AGGHHFFTT!!"

I wore a scowl moving to her face, her hands pressing her upwards.

"You WILL like it rough!"

She looked confused.

SLAP!

"AHGFFT!"

"Nod in agreement, Child! You WILL like it rough!"

She nodded, her eyes fearful.

"Better..."

"We don't have a lot of time, so this lesson will be quick," I said pulling her hands back behind her, grabbing the other shirt, tying her hands together behind her back before sitting her up on the edge of the bed.

"I will make this simple, when you are my 'Child' and I'm 'Mistress Sassy Bitch' you must submit your body and soul to me, understand?"

Again, her face was expressionless.

SLAP!

"MGFFTT!!!"

I pushed her over onto the bed, her legs over the edge dangling, feet on the floor.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHGFTT!!! AHHGFTT!!! AHHGFTT!!! AH! AHFT!"

"Always answer me and be truthful." I said leaning into her ear, pulling my hand back.

SPANK!

"MHGFFT!"

I pushed a finger to my mouth, wetting it and then thrust it in her tiny circle.

"AHMGHFTT!"

"If the boys were here, I'd have them both violate your sweet arse one at a time while I dropped hot wax on your shoulders." I then upped the ante. "Actually, I'd have my small-dicked husband violate it first playing with those tits he adores while you watch Cam fuck mine, his big cock feeling so good up my tiny hole, riding that arse he lusts after. You'd hear me scream in pleasure."

I pulled my finger out and sat on the edge of the bed, yanking Hilary over my lap, pulling on her shoulders, those breasts so warm against my thigh.

SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK!

"AHMGHFTT! AHMGHFTT! AHMGHFTT!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHHGGMFFTTTT!!!!!!"

I spent the next 10 minutes punishing her cheeks with my palm, making them a deep shade of red; she cried and moaned over my legs, wiggling trying to break free, getting more and more strikes.

"STAY STILL, SLUT GURL!"

She looked back, the tears streaming, I had taken her to a beautiful place, rising us into a form of heaven, now descending us into my version of sexual hell.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!  SPANK! SPANK!

"AHHHGGMFFTTTT!!!!!! AHHFFT!!!"

This time she squirmed but didn't try to escape.

"Good Gurl," I said grabbing the lotion from the nightstand, applying it to one cheek, then the other, my fingers pushing between her thighs, she spread instinctively, I inserted three in her wet cunt.

I didn't thrust and pull back, just pushing inside, spreading and twisting them, giving her comfort after my punishment.

"MMhhmmm..." The soothing wet cream and my fingers deep inside her brought her breathing levels back in order. I rubbed her skin over and over.

I undid her hands and then the gag over her mouth.

"Lay face down on the floor, hands out, head down with your forehead resting on the ground."

She quickly obeyed.

"That was just a taste," I said. "If I command, text or call and tell you to 'bow down, Gurl' wherever you are, and with whomever you must do it quickly. At work or somewhere without me, you can find a spot alone, but you must stay like that until I say otherwise."

"Understand?"

From her bowed position she nodded yes.

"You want this don't you, Child?"

From her bowed position she nodded yes, vigorously.

"You cunt is so wet right now, isn't it, Child?"

"Permission to speak?" she said, surprisingly.

"Oh? You dare ask ME for permission?"

She stopped moving, I let my words float above her, her breathing picked up, ready for another round of spanking.

"You have guts, Child. Permission granted and get on your knees, keep your eyes down."

She scrambled up, those breasts bouncing.

"Mistress Sassy Bitch," she started, the heave of her breasts magnificent. "You have lit a burning spirit inside me, and with us entering a muddled chapter, my cunt is so wet thinking of submitting to you now and forever, protecting our family."

"I see," I said, surprised at the overall committal from Hilary. "We shall move forward then - under conditions I lay out?"

She nodded yes. Knowing I was going to announce to the world our families mixing, joining without breaking, she needed me to be the dominant, to run the show. We had talked about ways to convince and extort those in the family who might question. This submission was an extension of her desire to keep the families together.

Hilary and I were not close up until this past year. She was the snotty, bratty, frumpy introvert who yielded to every whim Cam (Bryson's brother) had, obviously worshipping his cock and masculinity.

To bring it this far in one month was surprising, considering I hadn't wanted it until the boy's fetishes brought us to this place.

"Condition number one. You are married to Cam and he's your primary, for now. Do what he says at all times but look for cracks in what he says. It's not disobedient if he doesn't tell you exactly what he wants or doesn't want you to do."

"Permission to speak freely."

"Granted."

"An example of that would be us right now? He's never told me not to be with a woman, submit to a woman, however my vows at the altar said to 'forsake all others'."

"Great question Child," I said moving to her and kissing her lips softly, cupping a breast, nuzzling it as a reward.

"Ohhhh...."

"What we did in the cottage put a pause on that command said in front of everyone," I said. "He and Bryson initiated and approved that by muddling our vows sharing each other with each other, opening the door for our relationship."

"Mmmm...." she cooed, my lips went back to the nipple.

"Second condition." I kept it going, my thumb running over the areola pinching the hardening tip with it and my first finger.

"Stephhh....."

"You have to trust and obey what I command you to do even if it goes against condition one or anything morally acceptable by Cam, his family or society in general."

Her eyes were closed but shot open hearing my obvious contradiction.

"Okay, I guess?" she said, closing her eyes again while my mouth covered her right breast sucking the flesh.

"Ohhh....I will do whatever...ohh... you tell me to Mistress....ohhhh.""Very good." I said pulling up and laying her back, her hands bracing herself. "If the two commands run opposite to each other, you must obey me, understand?"

"Yes Mistress....Ohhhh...."

Hilary's head kicked back, my mouth covered her pussy, hair and all, tongue shooting inside her, lapping at her wet cunt. I couldn't take the smell of her tasty delight, having awakened me and my desire for the flesh of a woman, now having one to submit to me.

"STEPHIE! OHHH!!!!"

She was so sensitive right now, I could have spent the day between her legs and she between mine. I felt the semi-rush of fluid, opened my mouth to ingest her, the words I gave her, the submission I demanded, everything she wanted, reminding me of where I once was with my sexuality.

"OH! YESSS! YESSSS!"

I feasted on the banquet I had splayed out on the floor, her body quivering to my touch, her mind and soul joining mine. I lapped at her sweet cunt watching her face, slowing to a stop until she opened her eyes.

My face wet with her juices, I climbed up to kiss her.

"Condition number three." I said, kissing her again, tongues pressing gently, taking in the aroma and flavour. "In public, if I address you as 'Child' or 'Gurl', you immediately speak only when spoken to from myself or Cam and you may not act freely."

"Mmmm...I like that," she said. "Do I have permission to act freely now, Mistress?"

"Yes, Child."

Her hand went up my leg, to my thigh, rubbing there, slowly, just watching my eyes close and open, moving into kiss me, licking the dried cunt fluid from under my lower lip.

"OHhh...."

I moaned, her fingers rubbing my clit back and forth, pushing into its little hood, down into my flesh, parting me.

"You learn well."

She pushed her two middle fingers up and inside, legs on each side of her still underneath me, pulling at me from the inside.

"You're a bit of an Imp...I like that...Ohhhh"

"I'd love to ride you with a cock strapped on," she whispered, leaning upwards, my body gyrating on her hand.

"Later...we really do need to get ready for our guests," I said pulling her hand out of me and sliding away. "Let's get to work, Child"

She smiled and bowed, her disappointment for my disengagement subsided and we got dressed and started getting things ready for the party.

I released her responsibility to me once people started to arrive. Mother's voice spoke to me in my head.

'Don't overuse your dominance, let your subs be people the majority of the time.'

I wondered if Hilary was as committed as she stated, if she was truly bonded to my every command. If that was true it would be very similar to the bond I had with Mother once my training completed.

I wanted to command her more, but we had the added issues of our marriages, our kids and the entanglement of our pregnancies. I felt the control would be vital once everyone left and it was just us and our husbands. I couldn't have Hilary adding to the conversation much, letting Cam bully her into fighting for custody, or divorce or whatever.

I knew how to get what I wanted; I just had to stay confidently stoic without emotion and find a way to pleasure Bryson and Cam. I was sure they would fall in line regardless, and if not, he would have to be the casualty of the relationships.

Bryson was getting into my stories about life before him. I had a plan in my head and planted things in the basement in case we got that far tonight. I can sniff a submissive a mile away and from the day I met him, I've been giving him dominance as a choice in exchange for the life he provides me and our family.

Everyone in the family had their guesses what the big announcements were, and most were dialled into the possibility one of us would be talking about being pregnant or maybe a job change, investment windfalls; something positive.

Cam and Bryson barbecued burgers and brats and our families brought either a side or dessert. It was a little chilly so the boat stayed docked, but the kids played in the yard while the adults were under our two heaters on the deck.

"Are we going to hear the rest of the story tonight?" Bryson asked me, kissing my neck. "I knew I pulled you out of a toxic situation, but I had no idea it was with Coach B and that she was a bit of a Mistress to you."

"Do you find that hot?"

"God, yes."

Ha! I knew it...

"Interesting, a Pastor invoking God when affirming you have a fetish."

"I don't have a fetish; I just picture you..."

"That's a fetish, Dear," I said kissing him. "I have been formally trained if you're interested."

He stopped with no words seeing his father walk up.

"Are we ready for the announcement, Bryson?"

"It's not my announcement, it's my wife's"

It happened. My confidence sunk in the face of my husband's father, a Deacon in the church circles, he started the church Bryson now led, his eyes steely and suspicious.

"Really? What could your wife have to say that gathers us together?" his misogynistic attitude on full display.

His eyes judged me, put me down, I felt small, I felt my body wither.

'Every man is submissive once their penis is in your hand.'Mother's voice returned focusing on the task at hand, flushing Deacon Miller's pompous tone.

I chuckled and walked past him to the front of the deck.

"Everyone gather 'round, it's time we tell you why you're gathered with us today! We have much to celebrate! God is good!"

I looked over at Hilary, she came up next to me, I leant into her and said softly. "After I announce do not explain, just refer to what I said and that we're both pregnant and excited to have kids together, got it?"

She whispered with a devious smile on her face into my ear, "Yes, Mistress."

I had things set and it was time, my time, to take the reins of my family and essentially, Hilary's family. I took a deep breath and began to share exactly what I had told Hilary last night, naked beside her, what I would say.

"Mom, Dad, Millers, Hilary's folks, and our dear children," I started, then gestured to our spouses with a nod and continued. "The four of us have shared a deep love for years and most recently here at the cabin with extended time that was long overdue. That love has produced two miracles of God, as Hilary and I have found out we are both pregnant."

There was great excitement, applause and everyone streamed forward to give us hugs. The context was so vague, they couldn't have picked up on it, even glancing at Deacon Miller who was smiling, his boys both populating the earth with his genetics.

As promised, I got their attention again. My words did express an openness to our families being joined but certainly didn't spell it all out. They all faced me and I added the second part.

"This is God's will, and you can't tell us otherwise as life is the most blessed gift he can give us and we are so honoured to share life among us and our children. This is our decision and ours only. Please support us like you always have and we've been blessed by your love."

They looked a bit confused, but then applauded again, leaning in with hearty well wishes. We made the rounds and Hilary circled back to me and kissed my cheek.

"They didn't even flinch," Hilary said, leaning into me, tapping my hip.

"No, and change of plans," I said. "We don't tell our husbands now, or ever."

"Really?" Hilary said. Thinking about the statement a smile curled.

"Good. What's next?"

"I work to control us all."

"Yes, Mistress."

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Clean up took a good hour, after kisses and hugs our parents left with our kids, the sun was setting quickly over the lake.

"It's so beautiful," I heard Hilary tell Cam, leaning into his side. It inspired me to change the plan again. I had planned time alone with Bryson for tomorrow, and I had placed instruments to help me downstairs; might as well jump start this all tonight!

They were kissing and fondling, smiling, Hilary looked radiant and beautiful. I want them to be strong together, so I coaxed them to find some intimate time.

"Hilary and Cam why don't you head upstairs while Bryson and I head downstairs so we don't hear each other."

"Is that all you think about?!" Cam responded, Bryson coming up from the basement.

"Hun, turn your buns right around and wait for me on the couch," I said aggressively. "Clothing optional."

"It is all she thinks about!" Hilary giggled and took Cam's hand. Instead of heading upstairs, he moved to me.

"Stephie if you thin...."I put my hand up and said directly.

"She's going to do anything you request, right now as we're pregnant, but still looking fine. That's right, Hilary?"

"Come on baby, I have an idea what that might be..."

She tugged on his hand, his face had frozen mid-sentence. Hilary continued.

"Let's go, Lover, I know what you want me to do..."

Hilary looked lustful and sexy moving from us, getting him to forget whatever he was going to say to me.

"You go, Gurl!" I said, invoking the rules, but the separation would not affect what was going to happen upstairs. She blew me a kiss and they disappeared upstairs and I turned to go to the basement.

"You'd better be naked!" I commanded downstairs, moving swiftly, seeing Bryson's flesh gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the windows. His cock was hard and upright.

"Slap it!"

SWAP!

"Again!"

SWAP!

It would sway in the air back and forth.

"Do you like my commands, Pastor?"

"I do, Stephie."

"Call me Mistress S."

"Yes Mistress S."

"Do you want to hear more about my experiences with Coach B?"

"Yes Mistress S."

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Upstairs - (Third Person POV)

"Do you like these??!" Hilary said, shaking her naked breasts after turning on a sultry song and doing a striptease for her husband, Cam.

"Love 'em"

"Show me that meat!"

"Yes indeed."

She shook her breasts, shimmied off her shorts and panties while Cam undid his pants and slid them off, his large cock restrained.

"Ooo...let me help, Sir."

Hilary dove down, her mammoth breasts laying on his legs, Cam scurried his shirt off, she moved to his waist pulling the boxers and pants down his legs.

"Oh Daddy, I like that!"

It was a majestic cock, standing strong and tall, Hilary felt it's strength pulsing before her. She reached out and grabbed the thick, meatiness, moving her face forward, breathing on it as he sat on the edge of the bed, she on her knees.

"Ohhh..." she breathed on it, pursing her lips, drawing spit and releasing it on the head, her hand around the shaft. She released two, three more large deposits of spit then pressed her body forward looking up at Cam, placing it between her breasts and pushing the flesh around the heat of his cock.

"Jesus...Hhhhh...ohhh" Cam moaned, the head of his shaft disappearing in her voluptuous mounds, spreading the spit. She looked down and spit two more times, the head reappearing, sliding inside, back up.

"Fuckkk....bahhby..."

She slowly moved up and down, her body moving as one, her eyes on his, fucking him with her tits and her face, the spit providing ample lubrication.

She'd let him do this while dating and had refuted every advance since marriage. Sassy Bitch wanted her to give him something he craved; this was a perfect first act to what was going to happen that night.

And she was glad about it.

"Oh...Gohhhd...Hilary..." Cam moaned, his wife submitting nicely to him, giving herself up willingly in a way she didn't normally. He pushed up on each slide, her body moving with him, creating a warm, soft place, not like her pussy or throat, but warm and giving.

"Jessus...I may...Oh FUCK! HILARY! YESSSS!"

The fountain of cum erupted from inside her tits, the head buried and then it appeared and hit her in the chin and neck. She didn't lose contact with her eyes, his closed for the moment then opening to see her licking and devouring her prize while focusing on him, swirling her tongue on the pool of cum on her pushed up tits, moving, just not letting the head hide anymore.