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 ï>¿Maeson's Assistant A Maeson and Kimber Story by TailWeaver CopyrightÂ(C)
2017 by TailWeaver

   Chapter 7: Bath Service with a Smile

   Maeson finished up, dried off and got out of the shower.  He was going
to get his bathing suit then he decided,  -~Fuck it! -(TM), their back yard
was private enough he didn -(TM)t need clothes.  On impulse, he grabbed the
suntan oil and went out to the pool.  Now that he was relieved he was able
to face his sister again without acting like dog near a female in heat. 
When he saw her laying back on the lounge, naked, he was glad he stopped
for the oil.   -œPut the lounger back and turn over - he told Kimber as he
came up on her.   -œLet me rub some oil into you, then let -(TM)s get a
swim in. -

   Kimber turned as she heard the door open, spotting Maeson walking over,
towel and a bottle of lotion in his hand.  As he neared, telling her to
adjust her chair and turn over, she nodded, quiet, obediently moving as he
asked.  She noted that he had not put a suit on either, and wondered if
that was something normal, if his early casual nudity in front of her
extending to the pool deck.  She had wondered, for a moment, if she was
supposed to have gotten a suit, but he had been fairly clear before.  He
was planning on telling her what to wear.  She had not wanted to start the
first day by ignoring that rule, though she had picked out shorts and a top
when she got out of bed.

   Laying down, feeling the sun on her back, she felt the lounger shift as
he approached.

   Maeson sat on the side of the lounger and though he acted relaxed and
casual, his eyeballs couldn -(TM)t help but take in the beautiful lithe
form of his little sister lying face down on the lounger.  She had left
some towels sitting close by, so he picked one up, folded it so it would
provide a thin pad,  -œLift your head, there is no reason not to cushion
your head. - As Kimber lifted her head he slipped the towel under her.  
-œThere that -(TM)s better. -

   He got the oil and poured some of it into his hands, warmed it so it
wouldn -(TM)t be cold, and started rubbing his hands over her body,
beginning at the small of her back and moving up towards her shoulders.  
-œI run every other day, - he told her,  -œand having the house to
ourselves most mornings, you are going to start joining me for a shower to
wash me.  I liked you washing me this morning, so I am going to keep that
as a rule for you to follow. - Maeson started working at Kimber -(TM)s
muscles, his thumbs stroking the muscles along her spine systematically
upward strumming them like they were base cords, his fingers catching the
muscles that spread outward from her spine.  Maeson had taken massage as an
elective at school, something easy to pass the time and found he enjoyed
it, so he had taken further classes.  He was spreading the suntan oil, but
he also was taking the time to take care of Kimber, to show her even if he
did order her about, he still cared about her very much.

    -œSo, in the future, fetch us fresh towels, warm the water and get in
and wash up, - he continued letting his fingers work up to her shoulders.
-œI want you ready to ready to take care of me when I step in, but don
-(TM)t use up all the hot water. - Maeson started on her neck, his
knuckles pushing along the cords.   -œAfter we shower, I -(TM)ll tell you
to stay or go, depending on the day.  I might need to take care of myself.
-

   His hands were warm, and the oil was soothing, Kimber thought as she lay
there, feeling pampered.  She felt all her little tensions ease, and her
muscles loosened as his obviously skilled hands worked their way across her
back and shoulders.  As he talked, telling her about their new morning
routine (at least on the running days) she simply listened.  She often
showered daily when school was in session, but at a minimum, she was sure
to shower every other day; having him schedule her shower routine, so to
speak, was not even an imposition.

    -œSure ...  Sir... - she said, as he explained about requiring her to
wash him.  She had enjoyed the task, oddly enough.  She remembered feeling
strangely at peace, content to just take care of him as requested.  It was
still rather embarrassing, she knew that, but she also knew, just like in
the movie, that it was all connected.  Service, being controlled, it all
flowed together.

   She had her own ideas about leaving him afterwards, not feeling totally
comfortable ignoring him, but she respected his thoughts on the matter
until a later time.  Perhaps she could find a way to help him relax and not
have to push her away.

   Kimber -(TM)s back covered with oil, Maeson dropped back down, and
poured oil over his hands before running his slick hands over her backside,
and started massaging the back of her legs.  Deliberately he didn -(TM)t
spend too much time on her ass, he was still too horny and too tempted to
play with her and become re-aroused, so he focused his attention on her
muscles, keeping this mostly about her -- like an indirect thank you, 
-œKimber, are you exercising? - he asked her.

   As his hands moved lower, covering her backside, her  -~glutes -(TM), as
the guys call em, and continuing down onto her legs, she felt a run of
goosebumps race down to her toes.  His hands kept moving, circling,
rubbing, up and down, longer and longer strokes, calming her, making her
feel so spoiled.   -œI, mmm, not really ...  that much... - she admitted.
Not that she was against exercise, it was just not high on her list ... 
Though when volleyball started in the fall, she did do some stretching and
cardio type things ...  Otherwise the games wiped her out.

   Maeson finished working his way down the back of Kimber -(TM)s legs, 
-œTurn over, - he told her as he poured more suntan oil from the brown
bottle.  Already Kimber -(TM)s skin was gleaming and he wondered if she
knew how incredibly sexy she looked covered in oil.   -œYou should be
exercising, regularly.  As it is, your extremely attractive.  If you toned
your muscles, I -(TM)m pretty sure guys would fall at your feet, -  -~or
at least keep her busy all day! -(TM) a small corner of his aroused mind
whispered.

   Taking his well-oiled hands higher, Maeson started working his way up
Kimber -(TM)s legs using his hands first on one leg, than the other.  He
kept himself focused on what he had to do.  When he got to the groove were
Kimber -(TM)s long sexy legs met her pelvis, he never actually touched her
sex.  All business, his firm finger surrounded the intimate area, then
continued onwards, rather than pushing that boundary again.   -œI want you
to start swimming in the morning, - Maeson instructed her.   -œFive laps
to start and I -(TM)ll give you more laps as you become better at it.  With
regular exercise you -(TM)ll feel more confident, and have better self
esteem. -

   Kimber rolled over, closing her eyes so that she did not have to look at
him as she lay there, completely exposed now.  Sure, she had been naked in
the shower, but she was busy doing things.  Now she is just lying still. 
She knew that he could see everything, and that he would ...  see ... 
whatever he wanted to.

   As his hands coated her legs, working their way up from her feet, she
eventually opened her eyes, looking down at him, watching the way he moved,
so calm, so self assured.  As if he had all the time in the world.  And he
knew exactly what he was doing.  As his hands moved higher, she bit her
lip, wondering, watching, unsure if he was going to ...  touch her ... 
unsure what she would do.  She tried to calm herself, to return to her warm
soft place of simply accepting all that he did, but she was getting a bit
nervous again.

   Higher still, his strong hands now encircling her most sensitive spot,
her sparse black curls framed by his hands, she almost moved away, almost
backed off, but she made herself stay still.  As he moved onward, his hands
now on her stomach, she let go of her held breath, sighing, collapsing her
head back down on the lounger, relieved and excited and on edge, all at
once.

    -œOk, I will swim, um ...  first thing?  Or after your run and shower?
Maybe right after they leave for the day, and then jump in the shower? -
She asked, babbling a bit, the relieved tension releasing her words a bit
as his hands moved higher.

   He spent a little more time on her stomach, chest, the surrounding
muscle, and finally her breasts.  Those he did touch but it was fairly
quick just enough to grip them, cover them in oil and massage the muscles
that lay beneath the spongy flesh.  He didn -(TM)t allow himself to get
carried away, his attention was there, admiring, but once again
deliberately non-sexual,  -œFirst thing in the morning, you need to build a
routine and keep at it until it -(TM)s like brushing your teeth.  Once you
start doing it regularly, you -(TM)ll really reap the rewards. -

   Making note of his suggestions, she nodded to herself, thinking that
starting out in the morning was likely to be a good idea, before she gets
lazy and skips it.  His hands felt so good on her body, every muscle and
limb seemed to be gently awakened and cared for.  He even covered her
breasts in oil, touching them softly, causing her breath to catch in her
throat, but leaving them with just a few touches.  She felt like he had
taken inventory, and now knew her every inch, as if he was mapping her
body.

   Taking Kimber -(TM)s hand Maeson worked his way up her arms.  He didn
-(TM)t say much for a little while but only gave her a small happy smile
that reflected how much she was making him happy.  Calmed down, relaxed
from his earlier release, he was still very attracted to his sister, but he
wasn -(TM)t wall climbing horny for the moment.  With her arms done, he
stood up, held out his hand to her to help her up,  -œCome on, let me show
you what I do, and that can get you started. -

    -œOk ...  will do it first thing ...  Maeson... - she said, as he
stopped, helping her to stand.  She was momentarily dizzy, having gotten
all relaxed, but quickly righted herself as they walked over to the pool,
slipping into the cool waters.

    -œAhhhh... - she gasped, the water was cool but nice ...  as she
sported around a bit, she soon circled back to him.  It was very pleasantly
nice to skinny dip, she felt as if she was one with the water, totally
slick and wet, it was divine.   -œSo ...  nice... - she said, paddling
over slowly in a slow breaststroke.

   Early morning a few days later...

   Stretching, Kimber could feel her slightly sore muscles unkinking.  Sir
-(TM)s, or Maeson -(TM)s, training program was starting to really help her
limberness, as well as improve her ability to breathe.  Throwing back the
covers, and sliding out of bed, she reached for the tie to her babydoll
nightie, letting it loosen, and slide to the floor as she deftly bent over
to pick it up, still moving towards her dresser.  Her morning routine was
getting to be quite artful, as she went from bed to dresser, then to the
pool, and finally up to the shower.

   Timing her waking until the  -~rents had left for the day, she wondered
if she should bring up the crazy idea she had.  What if she convinced them
that she had done enough reading, that she was convinced naturism was the
only wholesome way to live.  Perhaps then she would not have to wait until
they left to enjoy the morning the way she had come to love.

   Slipping her wispy thin panties down over her hips, she tossed them on
top of the nightie, then taking the combo and putting back in its place in
her drawer.  Running her hand along the matched sets, she counted 6 full
night time outfits, all selected by Maeson.  All of them quite beautiful.

   Opening her door, she headed down and out to the pool, confident that no
one would be home, except Maeson, though he was probably out on his run. 
She idly wondered what she would do if she came back in from swimming to
find her father in the kitchen.  Shrugging her shoulders, she mentally blew
it off, confident that somehow they would find a way to explain it.  After
all, he was so good at everything.  She trusted that he could get her out
of any awkward trouble as well.

   Swimming her laps, the silence of the morning broken by only a few
birdcalls, she quickly worked the kinks out of her growing muscles.  As she
completed her brief workout, she wafted, slowly, on her back, arms and legs
moving slowly as she relaxed for a moment longer, before moving to the edge
of the pool, realizing it was time for her shower.

   Taking her now damp beach towel with her, and dropping it on the laundry
pile just inside the door, she went and got  -~their -(TM) 4 towels out of
the closet, and placed them on the counter in the bathroom.  Every morning,
after whatever additional chores he had for her, she ran a small load of
laundry, ensuring that they had clean, fresh, towels every day.  It was one
of the small simple chores she had come to find so comforting.

   Looking around the bathroom, satisfied that all was ready, she turned on
the water, and taking a quick pee while the water warmed, she eventually
entered the now steaming shower stall.  Swiftly washing her hair, and then
her body, Kimber worked to make sure she was completely clean and ready for
her brother when he was done with his run.  It had taken a couple of
mornings to get the timing right, but it was becoming quite a steady ritual
by now.

   The padding of his larger frame coming down the hall made her heart beat
pick up, and she readied her best morning smile, knowing he would soon
enter.

   Maeson woke up and rolled out of bed.  He usually wore his running
shorts to bed, so getting dressed for the morning was easy.  Socks, shirt,
and shoes and he was ready to go.  His parents, who were already about
midway through their morning routine, were his alarm clock.  Heading
upstairs he greeted them, chatted for a little bit, got a cup of tea and
read the financial times along with his father.

   When they both left for work, he lingered over another cup of tea, Irish
breakfast, read a little bit more and headed out for his run about the same
time he could hear Kimber getting up and moving around.  He didn -(TM)t
check in on her.  Rather he simply let her follow her own routine.  He
would see her when it was time for their morning shower together.

   It was time to hit it, and start his run.  Maeson -(TM)s runs were
always fifty minutes long.  Five minutes for a warm up, stretching for a
few minutes followed by five minutes of walking.  Than it was time for
drills.  Walk, run, walk, and run back and forth for ten minutes.  At the
end of that it was time for a thirty minute straight run which followed a
giant loop past the school and back home.

   It was this time that he used to reflect on things.  Trading for one. 
He started stock trading when he started college which had grown into a
paying hobby, and had now grown past that since he was out of school. 
Getting an MBA, he had learned a lot more about investing and he had done
very well for himself which was one reason he was able to take Kimber on
shopping excursions.

   The other subject which consumed his thoughts was Kimber.  His little
sister and he had started a relationship which was anything but ordinary.
Obviously, there was taboo sexual tension between the two of them, much of
which he had to claim credit for cultivating, but his little sister had
been very receptive.  Instead of moving into actual sex though, they had
mostly settled into a Dominant and Submissive relationship.  He loved
control and loved her, she loved being controlled and loved him, and it
wasn -(TM)t only about sex.  She had started exercise, swimming, and was
looking better for it.  With the nighties, panties, and a few other
articles of clothing he had suggested, she was looking more the young lady.
Something his mother had remarked on and approved of.  Kimber was looking
less and less the awkward teenager, and more and more a young woman.  The 
-~rents had attributed it to her older brother -(TM)s influence, and in a
way, they were right.

   Maeson arrived back, entered the house and got himself a large glass of
water, then headed upstairs.  He was ready for a shower, and by the sounds
of it, right on time, Kimber was ready for him,  -œGood Morning Sister
mine, - he said as he came into the bathroom.  With an eager smile, he
looked over at his sister who was looking very good, and started disrobing.
He was sweaty, a bit worn from his run, and hard -- which was something
couldn -(TM)t help around his little sister.  Some days it was worse than
others, and today was going to be one of the worst ones.  Hopefully, he
would be able to finish the shower without sending her away; either way
though, he was going to let her wash him and he was going to luxuriate in
the feeling of her small hands on him.

   Now naked, he slid the glass door aside and stepped into the shower,
slipping an arm around Kimber to draw her in and gave her a long kiss on
the lips that made his libido pulse with want.  He didn -(TM)t hold it
though,  -œGood Morning, - Maeson repeated his voice taking on a bit more
of a husky edge,  -œAre you ready for me? - The question wasn -(TM)t
really needed, she was ready for him, and he could smell that she had
already showered, but it made a nice way to signal that she could start. 
So, letting her begin, he leaned up against the wall to let her start.

   Having long since made him get rid of bar soap, and using the much
easier to dispense liquid variety, Kimber got a good lather going, covering
his back and shoulders, reaching up high on her tip toes almost as she
stretched to reach over his shoulder blades.  Her body brushed up against
his inconsequentially, almost constantly by now, and she rarely noticed
when her nipples would rub against him, or even if they sometimes got hard
from the water pounding on their tips.

   Having settled into a routine over the weeks, she moved on to do his
legs, one at a time, running her soapy hands up and down his long limbs,
rubbing and ensuring that all the sweat and grime was removed.  She did not
jerk away when she inadvertently would brush against his scrotum, it was
merely one more part of his body to clean.

   With his arms up against the side of the shower, he let Kimber wash him,
her small deft hands rubbing the soap across his wet smooth skin her
fingers.  She was rubbing his muscles and the work of the run was washing
away leaving him relaxed.  She was so much more comfortable with her body
now, especially in relation to his.  She got close to him, brushed against
him and he wasn -(TM)t even sure she was aware when she pressed her breasts
against him, but he certainly was.  Each time she brushed up against him
his length stiffened and he paid attention to that spot on his skin with
laser accuracy.

   As she stood up, and pressing on his side, her signal for him to turn,
she could see that this was one of those days when he was especially
rampant, and she hurried to wash his chest, and down lower before he tried
to send her away.  As her soapy hands found his hard staff, she held it
firmly in her hands as she cleaned him as thoroughly as anywhere else. 
This was the point at which he usually sent her away, and she had thought
long and hard about this.  Trying to forestall his usual action, she knelt
down, moving her hands around and around, caressing and cleaning his
buttocks before coming back to the front, and again  -~washing -(TM) his
hard prick.

   He totally gave himself up to it, letting himself be washed by the small
desirable angel that was his sister, and he was filled with wanting.  One
leg, second leg, and then she washed his dick which made him sigh with
pleasure.  God this was so good, it was like being tickled and stroked all
at the same time.  As she washed his scrotum it made him growl softly and
he put his head back enjoying the feeling of her hands soaping him, holding
him, touching him; Then she was kneeling in front of him, her hands on him,
washing his butt, and then again she was washing his hard shaft.

   The feeling made him groan audibly, and he usually was sending her away
by now, but he didn -(TM)t he was losing a bit of his self-control.  She
was just too tempting as she knelt in front of him stealing glances up at
him as much as the water spraying off his body would allow.  He groaned
again as her hand encircled his length and she  -œwashed - his dick making
the muscle throb in her hands.

   It felt so good, and he could feel the pulses of pleasure with each time
her hands slid up and down.  It was time to send her away, but he didn
-(TM)t.  Instead the words  -œDon -(TM)t stop, - crossed his lips in a
moan totally forgoing their usual parting, needing Kimber to continue.

   With a satisfied smile of accomplishment, Kimber heard him order her to
continue, to not leave as before.  She was not unaware of boy -(TM)s
bodies, heck, she had already made him finish once before in her life -
even if she had felt more than a little out of control that time.  This was
not like that, not at all.

   Kimber was slowly stroking his shaft, watching it throb as she thrilled
to be able to finish the job, to complete his morning ritual for him.  He
trusted her now, it seemed, and she flushed with an odd sort of pleasure.
She was so eager now, eager to show that she was his bath slave, or
whatever this was called, in every way.

   Increasing the pace of her stroking, she watched her hand squeeze his
flesh, making the head swell a bit with every stroke upwards, subsiding a
bit as her hand went back to the root.  Over and over she stroked, unsure,
honestly, how long he would take, but he looked so hard, she was watching
carefully.  Her other hand reached around, holding onto the firm curve of
his buttocks, as he stood there, legs tensed, body straining as she sought
to give him the release he obviously needed.  She was kneeling right in
front of him, stroking his cock directly towards her upper chest and neck,
her mouth parted a little in concentration as she sped up her strokes.

   Watching Kimber, his little sister, stroke him off while naked and wet
in the shower was such a turn on.  There were many things that contributed
to the strong reaction he had: the taboo nature of the incestuous act, as
well as her enthusiasm ...  The last time they had done this she had been
interested but he did not think she really wanted to do it, and it had been
a bit awkward.  With the intensity of the attention she was giving his dick
now, he had a sneaking suspicion that she had seduced him into allowing
this, and that pushing him to this point had been preplanned.  This just
turned him on even more.  She was beginning to see him not just as her
older brother, but seeing him as a man that she wanted.  Then there was the
submission, his Kimber, his slave, encouraging him to cum.  It wasn -(TM)t
going to be long, and he was going to release and he was curious if she was
going to seek out his cum or she was going to avoid it, testing her he
stated,  -œKeep going, I -(TM)m going to cum soon. -

   It was going to be something sexy either way.  His cock ached as he
became more and more sensitive and it felt like the pressure was building
in his sack and tip.  Would Kimber dodge it?  Or would she seek it out? 
Maeson figured if she hadn -(TM)t thought this through, she would probably
dodge it with the warning.  If she sought to have his cum on her, well ...
perhaps his little sister was more of a natural slut than he thought she
was.  Perhaps there was unrealized potential there.

   Hearing him speak, warning her that he was close, that he was going to 
-~cum -(TM), Kimber kept her motion steady, speeding up a little bit if
anything.  She still watched his prick avidly, wanting to really see it
this time ...  it was all a bit quick before.  Part of her knew that she
was crossing a line, but she felt like they had crossed the line a long
time ago, the night of the movie, and it was all part of one long journey.
He had to tame her, to get her used to him, to get her used to being her
own truest self, as she learned to trust, and to service him, this seemed
rather silly to  -~go away -(TM) from.  He had needs, she was going to take
care of him.  It was her job, she felt, somewhere deep down.

   Sooner than he expected, the cumulative show of sensation, watching all
of Kimber -(TM)s delicious bits wobble with effort, and that his little
sister was his willing submissive made him cum.   -œOh fuck, I -(TM)m
cumming! - he gasped.  One, two, three jets of cum blasted from him as his
body pumped his seed in ecstasy.

   Keeping his shaft pointed forward rather than up, she wanted to see it
come out, she kept on stroking, long hard smooth strokes, over and over,
watching, waiting.  As he called out, announcing his orgasm, she tried to
cover the head with her hand, wanting to feel it shoot.  Unable to stop
him, she felt his semen shooting out, splashing onto her wet chest,
combining with the streams of water flowing over her shoulders and down her
skin.  Over and over he shot, and as she stroked him, getting her hand all
gooey, the strands either hit her hand on an upstroke, or shot forward
landing against her breasts.  As he continued to spurt, the drops fell a
bit lower, down onto her stomach.  It was not that gross, she thought,
perhaps because of the shower, perhaps because she did not view it the same
way as she had before.

    -œYesssss! - he said, probably at the second or third jet of cum flew
from the end of his prick.  He didn -(TM)t have his eyes closed though, he
had them open.  He wanted to see what happened, he wanted to see if Kimber
pulled back or took his load on her.  She didn -(TM)t disappoint.

   Each jet got on her, first on her hand as she held it in front his
prick, the second and third splattering on her, as well as the fourth and
fifth which didn -(TM)t have as much force behind them.  He wasn -(TM)t
disappointed, not in the least.  God help him, but his little sister looked
good with his spunk dripping from her body.  He loved the way the pearly
goop slid in drops though it didn -(TM)t last long mixed with the shower.

   Then she before she cleaned herself, she was cleaning him.  Her small
hands wiped his cum from his own shaft and sending jolts of post orgasmic
pleasure through his body.  God, he loved her, and oh my god, he wanted
her. The later was going to have to wait though.

   Letting Kimber finish, he waited, panting, putting one hand on the back
of her head and letting it slide down her neck.  He held her, not hard, but
firmly.  He kept her on her knees in front of him, for no real purpose, but
because it felt natural.  Kimber belonged at his feet, his, beloved sister.

   It was funny; having her really come to him changed things.  She had
seduced him, taken care of him, and she hadn -(TM)t given him a collar yet,
but she had given him something special and he knew it.  So as he looked at
her, he didn -(TM)t smirk, he wasn -(TM)t coy like he was sometimes, he was
smiling at her genuinely.  His Kimber, his own.   -~Mine! -(TM)

   Kneeling there, she felt him hold her head there, leaning against his
hip, the shower spraying around their two bodies, the two of them joined in
their mutual respect for their new dynamic.  Kimber was more content than
at any point in recent weeks, and she yearned to continue to grow and
change with him.  She somehow knew that she would be that much more
complete if she surrendered to someone caring, preferably Maeson, though
she was beginning to realize that this feeling was rooted deep down, and
Maeson just happened to be the one that found it, recognized it, and fueled
the flame to bring it to life.

   After a moment holding her eyes he told her,  -œGet up here -, and
helped her to feet.  Pushing her back against the wall of the shower, he
kissed her, holding her in place because he wanted to, because he wanted
her.  He kissed her gently, lovingly.  His body pressed against hers
because he willed her to stay put and wanted Kimber to know how he felt. 
After a few moments, he let her go.

    -œLet -(TM)s finish, and wash up. -

   Pulling away, she grabbed another dab of soap, and washing off her
front, and everywhere her front had touched Maeson, she made sure that no
remnants of his explosion was on his body, or hers.  Smiling, but silent,
she turned off the water, stepping out, grabbed a towel and held it out for
him.  She waited for him to take a towel before drying herself off, tempted
to do the drying of his body herself, though that had never been requested.



   Chapter 8 : Shopping made fun

   Maeson had stepped out of the shower after Kimber, his body aglow with
his orgasm as well as shining with the water from the shower.  She was so
beautiful, her hair pressed back with water, water glistening off her toned
and tanned body.   -œWhat do you have to do today? - he asked her.   -œ
-~Cause I want to take you shopping.  I think you could use some new
outfits. - Maeson toweled himself off (though he was sure that Kimber
would have done it quite willingly if he had ordered it).  He didn -(TM)t
want it right now, though he might add it to her tasks later on, perhaps
when it was colder.

    -œI -(TM)ve been through your drawers, and I want you to have some new
things.  I -(TM)ve got a few ideas that would be flattering for you.  I was
thinking of taking you out for dinner, and I want you to have something
appropriate. -

   As he finished drying himself off, he walked naked into Kimber -(TM)s
room not even bothering to cover himself.  Going to her closet he picked
out the dress that he had seen before and laid it out on her bed,  -œYou
-(TM)re going to wear this, - he told her,  -œI like the way it brings out
your eyes.  I -(TM)m going to head downstairs and get dressed -.  Laying
the dress out on the bed he wondered if she would question the lack of
underwear, something he had left out on purpose.

   After he took his towel from her outstretched hand, Kimber had turned
and matter of factly began to dry herself off.  Using one towel to wrap up
her damp hair, she unselfconsciously dried her body.  Neither hiding nor
accentuating her stance, simply getting dry.   -œNothing really.  The folks
ran out of  -~make work -(TM) for me a week ago.  Not sure they know what
to do with me all summer.  I already cleaned the house yesterday.  Could do
some laundry but nothing that cannot be done earlier or later as needed,
depending on when you want to go? -.  Her eyes lit up at the thought of
some new clothes ...  She loved new clothes.  He -(TM)d already gotten her
new pretties for around the house, but outside clothes, new ones, would be
wonderful!

    -œOooh, and dinner too ...  wow, you are going all out!  You are too
good to me! - she blushed, rubbing the towel a few more times across her
back, lifting up her breasts to rub underneath them extra hard ...  always
damp after a warm shower.  Looking up, she saw him walking out, not
bothering to dress, and she quickly followed, wrapping a towel around her
body as she moved into the hall, and down to her room.

   Following Maeson into her room, she watched as he went to her closet. 
She stepped over to her dresser, picking up and taking a look at the
choker, turning it over and over in her hand, considering.  As he laid a
dress out on the bed, she turned, setting the choker back down, and smiled,
 -œOh ...  that -(TM)s one of my favorites... - she said, moving over to
the bed.  He always seemed to pick out the nicest things, but she had
noticed they were starting to repeat a lot, probably why he wanted to get
her some more things to wear.

   As he turned to leave, she did not see any panties, or bra for that
matter.  She held up the dress, looking over at him, a questioning look on
her face,  -œUm ...  what goes with it, or do I just pick today - she
asked, a bit sad that he had skipped one of their new rituals.

   Maeson looked back at Kimber with a small mischievous smile and arched
an eyebrow,  -œNothing goes with the dress, I want you as you are, au
natural.  So, no panties and no bra.  That dress should give you the
support you need.  You have perfect breasts and you should show them off.
As for panties, I just don -(TM)t want you in any, - Than he turned and
headed down stairs.   -œI -(TM)m getting dressed, I -(TM)ll meet you in the
kitchen. -

   When he told her that the dress was the only thing she -(TM)d be
wearing, she felt a flush deep inside.  Similar to when she had modeled the
nighties for him at first.  Something about being a bit exposed, being a
bit, well, exhibitionist or something, made her warm inside in a slightly
naughty way.  It was easy to convince herself to go along, not just because
he asked her to, which made everything easy, but also because she secretly
enjoyed some of the things he seemed to be pushing her into.  Blushing a
bit, she could not stop thinking on what she had just done in the shower. A
month ago, she would have been scandalized to think she would have done
that to anyone, much less do so willingly.  That she had done so to her
brother out of all the boys she could have chosen was the most scandalous
thought of all.

   Watching as he left, she picked up the dress, holding it in front of her
for a second before loosening her towel, letting it fall down against her
feet.  She scrunched up the dress carefully, sliding it over her head,
pulling it down, out a bit over her breasts, feeling it tuck in to her
waist, exactly as he had told her it would.

   Stopping again, fingering the choker, she again put it down, although
she was sure more and more that it was just a matter of time.  She wanted
to make putting on this initial outward symbol of her agreement a special
occasion.

   Meeting him in the kitchen, feeling oddly exposed as the dress molded to
her body, the soft chiffon caressed her skin as she moved.  She felt dainty
like a princess, and she was looking forward to the shopping.  The whole
day was looking to be quite an adventure.

   Maeson led them out to his new car.  A sporty looking Honda CR-Z was
parked out front, mute testament to how well he was already doing
financially.  He had financed and bought the car himself after spending a
couple days borrowing his parent -(TM)s car.  The trip to the mall wasn
-(TM)t really a long one, but it was in the next town over.  Maeson wanted
to avoid going to the stores in their own town, and thereby avoiding people
that they knew.  As he had it figured, meeting up with some of her friends
might be distraction for Kimber, and he greedily wanted her all to himself.
As it so happened, the mall he heading to was actually a bit nicer of a
mall than the one in their own town.  It was filled with more upscale
stores, which fit in nicely with his plans, since today was as much about
treating Kimber to something nice, as it was about doing a bit of training.

   The trip over was easy since it was still the middle of the day and
about forty minutes later they pulled into the parking lot outside of the
Nordstrom store.  Looking over at his sister,  -œAre you ready to try on
some clothes? - Maeson asked.

   Kimber had watched, curiously, as they headed away from their local
mall, and, nodded to herself in agreement when he explained that he wanted
some of the nicer stores, and besides, this way they won -(TM)t run into
anyone they knew...

   As they arrived, she smiled, eagerly opening her door, answering  -œOf
course! - when he asked if she was ready to look at some clothes.  Duh!

   Now in the shadow of the Nordstrom mall store Maeson got out and went
around to Kimber.  Stopping in front of her he told her to take his arm,
and pulled her in close so there was nothing brother and sisterly about
them.  They looked like a couple that obviously knew each other intimately.
Maeson started across the parking lot, Kimber on his arm, and he took the
time to let Kimber in on a little more of what he had planned for her, 
-œWe are going to pick out a lot for you today, and you can pick out your
own things as well, but I -(TM)m going to get final say on any and all
purchases and that is not negotiable, understand? -

   After a short pause he slowed up, and he turned to look at his little
sister, giving her a sidelong mischievous glance,  -œIf you argue, or
protest, don -(TM)t think I won -(TM)t have a few ideas of how to
discipline you, oh sister of mine, -.  Maeson really hoped she did have
some protest in her; he had a couple of quite interesting ideas for
training her, even here at the mall, if she proved disobedient ...  Just
the idea of Kimber running about the mall with no panties or bra had gotten
him juiced.  It was a good thing she had taken care of him earlier;
otherwise there was no doubt he would have done something.

   Kimber had been silent, watching Maeson carefully, listening to his
words, trying to listen to the unspoken messages as well.  She was excited
to go shopping, and she knew that since he was buying that he had to have
some control over what she picked out, but to have it so blatantly stated,
indicating that he might even pick things she would protest, underscored
his desire to be in control, for him to be involved in every aspect of her
life.

   Her eyes widened at the thought that he would punish her in public
though, and she really buckled down, internally, intent on not getting into
trouble today, though his reference to her protesting seemed to indicate
that this may not be the kind of shopping she thought it was.  It was with
a lot of internal thought and consideration that she finally nodded,
agreeing  -œOf course ...  um, I know you best... -

   She thought that was a good way of characterizing their roles.

   To think that Kimber had submitted to his order to go without underwear
in public spoke to the fact that their relationship was already on a
different level, and that there was an intimacy there that didn -(TM)t
exist when she had picked him up from the bus station earlier that summer.
He suspected that she was maybe even thinking about the collar and
everything that it meant.  Maeson had noticed that the collar had moved
every once in a while, and he assumed she was picking it up, thinking about
it, considering it, considering whether or not to take the next step -
permanently changing their relationship.

   Stopping just before they got to the door, Mason turned Kimber to him,
putting his hands on her waist and pulling her close.   -œKimber, I -(TM)m
going to give you a taste today, about what that collar might mean, - he
told her gently, his voice firm, steady, and authoritative.   -œDo you
think you can handle that? -

   As they walked, him holding her close like a beau with his girl, she
blushed a bit, wondering if anyone could tell, then shook her head,
chastising herself for being silly.  The light breeze wafting across her
legs as she walked, reminded her of her underwear free outfit, and she
tried to look around surreptitiously, seeing if anyone could  -~tell -(TM).

    -œI can handle it, yes... - she said, excited even.  She thought she
knew what it might entail, but she also knew that she really had no idea
... all she really knew, was that she felt strangely content when she
turned herself over to him...

   As they passed into the store, easily finding the juniors section, they
gravitated toward the racks of tops as a place to begin, unsure of his
plans.  Maeson seemed content to let her browse, at least for a minute. 
There were many fine possibilities, and she felt that almost anything would
be cute, for the most part, though she really liked a twist front one she
found early on, the fabric was super smooth.  Another one that she pulled
out to look at more than once was a very soft, pale pink, almost peach
looking top, a bit shorter though...

   Maeson liked the fact that Kimber understood him, that when he explained
things to her she got it like they were two sides to the same coin.  He
never went for that romantic crap of two souls finding each other, but in
so many ways Kimber and he were two halves that fit together perfectly. 
Then he had to wonder if Kimber realized the total effect that she had on
him.  When he started this he admittedly just  -~wanted -(TM) her, he was
rough with her, he manipulated her, but now ...  Now he was desiring
something more from her.  Maeson wanted to take care of her, help her grow.
True she was his little sister, but it was in many ways more than that, He
dreaded when the summer ended and he would have to move out.  He didn
-(TM)t dwell on that problem too long though, today was supposed to be fun.
He enjoyed shopping with her, choosing outfits for her.  Knowing that she
might avoid some of the nicer things he went to that section, picking out a
dress, simple because it would look amazing on her, as well a little red
outfit for dinner later that he found to be beautiful in its simplicity as
well open for possibilities of mischievousness.  His sister did look quite
amazing, dressed in anything, and he wanted to show her off.

   As she settled on a couple tops to try on, she saw Maeson flipping
through some dresses.  After some browsing, he held up a couple against
her, nodding before asking her size.

    -œUmm ...  between a zero and 2, but, it really depends ...  Some two
-(TM)s are really small, and others are not ...  I, uh, usually try on a
couple of sizes. -

   When he handed her the dresses he wanted, she looked at the sizes and
nodded,  -œGet me an XS for the white one, but pretty sure the small is
right for the red one ...  the white ...  might be small, might be XS...
-.

   Her intuition right, when they left the store, she had two nice dresses,
that were really stylish, if a bit short and sexy ...  not something she
was all that used to ...  but nice.

   When lunch rolled around, they went to a cafÃ(C).  A nice place that
still offered the privacy of booth seating as well as table service.  After
all he wanted a bit of privacy.  After they put in drink orders and the
waitress left he opened up his menu, glanced at it but let his attention
ride up to Kimber.  It was obvious that Maeson didn -(TM)t just have the
meal in mind  -~cause he had a glint in his eye.   -œPull your skirt up,
spread your legs, and put your feet to either side of me on my side of the
bench. -

   As they got comfortable in the booth, Kimber looked over, smiling at
him, and about to thank him again for the nice clothes.  She was stopped by
his order, given as soon as the waitress left.  She looked at him, stunned
for a moment due to his blunt manner.  Eagerly obedient, longing to prove
that she could follow his orders, she looked around the room before
reaching down, and lifting the hem of her dress upwards.  She stretched to
put her feet on the other bench.  She had to scoot down a tiny bit, and
part her legs a couple feet, her toes just barely reaching the padded
cushion on either side of his thighs.  She looked at him, feeling that
certain anticipation that she had felt watching that movie.  There was
something in his tone, his command, that made her nervous but haltingly
compliant.

   Maeson loved that look on her face, anticipation, a little nervousness,
a small war within herself as she longed for the delicious erotic nature
she had within herself.   -œNow stay, like that, until I tell you
otherwise. - That was all he had for an order, but it wasn -(TM)t like he
did nothing.  He slipped his shoes off, propped one leg up and dragged his
socked toes along the inside of her thighs.   -œShall we find something to
eat? -

   Looking back to his own menu he continued the movement, with his leg
propped up he only had to move his foot a bit and it gave him a nice long
slow effortless sweep with his foot,  -œI wouldn -(TM)t stuff yourself, -
Maeson commented as he started looking for a light sandwich for him.  
-œTalia -(TM)s is a gourmet restaurant and there will be likely five
courses.  They don -(TM)t serve a lot at each course, but with that much
food it -(TM)s hard not to end up filled up. -

   Back and forth Maeson continued his motions, keeping an even tempo, he
swept back and forth, back and forth, the top of his foot just barely
brushing against Kimber -(TM)s sex, his conversation as natural as anyone
else in the restaurant.

   Kimber sat there, trapped a bit by her posture, looking at her brother
with a bit of surprise, quickly covered up by her struggle to not react
overmuch, and draw attention to herself.  As they chatted mundanely about
lunch and the upcoming meal, she could feel his foot teasing, running along
her exposed thigh, sliding up and just brushing up against her privates
hidden under the table.

   Biting her lip and trying to not jump, she looked hard at him, her eyes
glistening as she reacted to his subtle touch, his exertion of his will
upon her in a public setting.

    -œOh, yes, um... - she paused, swallowing nervously,  -œmaybe a salad
then ...  I love a good Caesar, with chicken maybe...  ? - she asked,
suddenly deferring to him a bit more, as if his private touch was making
her more submissive, simply from his touch.

   Over and over his foot moved, and she could feel herself react.  Unable
to see, or to touch herself, she could only assume what he was doing, and
what it would look like under the table.  She tensed her legs, keeping her
from sliding further down as she felt him tease her, interspersing his
comments with his intimate touch.

   Maeson never even had to apply any real pressure on Kimber, the soft
cloth of his sock seemed to be doing the trick.  He only wanted to give her
a taste -- not the full thing, this was simply an appetizer not the full
course.   -œThe lady is going to have a chicken Caesar salad, small, -
Maeson told the waitress.  Up and down, from the bottom of her sex to the
top.  He could feel the slight light wisps of texture that was her hair as
his foot ran to the top, before sliding back in the opposite direction.

   The whole lunch was a bit surreal, the private little teasing game going
on at the same time their ostensibly  -~normal -(TM) lunch was progressing.
Kimber had deferred to him, again, letting him order, his command of the
situation compelling, comforting, reassuring.  She was glad he listened to
her wants, though, it helped to make all of this less,  -~odd -(TM).

   Than Maeson stopped, his toe just resting short of her sex, no more than
a brush of cloth, unmoving trying to tease her with the sudden suspension
of sensation.

    -œCan I get half a turkey club along with a small bowl of your
vegetable soup, - he asked, smiling, as the waitress who then thanked them
with their order and left.

   Maeson kept his foot there unmoving, regarding Kimber across the table.
The table was private enough the conversation around them loud enough, that
Maeson felt comfortable enough to ask,  -œHow are you holding up Kimber? -
Then he moved his foot again, gentle sliding it slowly up the outside of
her privates as he held her eyes.   -œTell me, how do you feel? -

   Unable to stop all of her movements as he teased her, she slowly rocked
her hips from side to side, as if she had  -~ants in her pants -(TM).  She
looked at him, her peaks of her cheekbones turning red, as he asked her how
she was doing.  She did not even dare reach up for her glass of water at
the moment, afraid if she removed her hands from the seat, she -(TM)d slide
down, and really feel his foot between her thighs.

    -œI ...  am quite fine, sir... - she said bravely, knowing that she
was rapidly becoming aroused, her body feeling flushed and ready for
something, anything.  Thinking he expected more, somehow knowing that he
wanted to really hear her private words, she added,  -œI am a bit, um, wet
...  you are teasing me so... -

    -œI enjoy teasing you.  Do you like it? - The question was simple but
then again, how complicated did the question need to be.  Maeson liked
talking dirty, but he wasn -(TM)t quite sure their relationship was ready
for it, especially in a public setting so he tried to say it more with his
eyes.  The question  -~Do you like being wet for me? -(TM) unspoken except
for the hungry look that he gave Kimber.

   Deliberately thinking it was time to push her a bit, he purposefully
dragged his foot down from top to bottom of her cleft, his foot firmly
brushing firmly her sex all the way down.  He felt her soft delicate flesh
yielding to his foot, the juncture of her ass on the seat, and he in turn
wiggled his foot under her so his toes were tucked in just under her sex.

   He loved teasing her, watching her become aroused, and imagined if she
liked this then there were so many other discrete games they could play out
in public.

   His eyes seemed to hold hers captive as he asked her if she liked his
teasing.  She could not look away, could not hide.  The truth evident even
if she said nothing.  Slowly she nodded, granting him her acquiescence to
his naughty game.

   Her lips parted, and she gasped lightly, her eyes closing, as she felt
his foot firmly trail down between her bare thighs, his toes plowing her
sensitive opening, tilling her soil, laying her pink earth bare.   -œOhhhhh
- she whispered softly, her face aflame, and her hips tilting, reaching
for his touch all on their own.  As his foot ducked under, forcing her to
rest atop his stubby protuberance, she could feel the pressure radiating up
to her sensitive node.  It was the most intense, yet quiet, arousal she
could ever remember.  She was positive she would drench her finger if she
dared to check. l She looked at him, her face flushed, breath rising in her
chest, her breasts reacting to the stimulation, crinkling hard around her
now quite pointed nipples.  She looked around, nervous as a captured bird,
pleading... -please... -

   As he finished nestling his foot under Kimber -(TM)s naked sex, the food
came, sandwich and soup for him, Caesar salad for her, and he left her
alone, mostly only flexing his foot once in a while to remind her that she
wasn -(TM)t finished, and that her sex was laid bare for him in a most
interesting predicament.

   The lunch was an exquisite combination of submission and arousal, Kimber
-(TM)s body constantly reacting to her enforced exposure and surreptitious
invasion of her private space.  Even when he stopped moving, letting her
eat, her spread posture and the nearness of his foot, (her bottom half
sitting on it), continued to make her mind obsess over his nearness, to
imagine her exposure, and to keep her juices flowing, eventually dripping a
bit down out of her.

   Kimber had lost most of her incidental body shame over the last weeks
while washing her brother in the mornings, or skinny dipping in the pool.
She had begun to lose her  -~self -(TM) into the new dynamic, the new
relationship, and thought less of what the old Kimber wanted, and more on
what would please  -~Sir -(TM).  Other than his arousal in the showers,
there had not been anything she would construe as sexual, or intimate,
until today.  His foot, it -(TM)s nearness, his enforcement of her
exposure, albeit a secret, private, under-the-table kind of exposure, all
indicated a new type of openness.  A new control over her that he had
heretofore not explored.

   Maeson watched Kimber like a hawk, his eyes roaming over her as he ate
his meal.  Under the table, he could feel his sock absorbing her wetness
making the end of his sock warm and damp.  But still he didn -(TM)t move
his foot.  While he didn -(TM)t have a foot fetish, he did like the heat,
the feeling of Kimber squirming, and watching her deal with the situation
was the height of his pleasure.  As they finished the meal, he asked for
the check, and finally removed his foot.

    -œHow wet are you now? - Maeson asked her, as he signed the credit
card receipt and getting them prepared to leave.

   As they finished and he paid for the meal before inquiring as to her
current  -~status -(TM), she stayed spread legged, not released from her
posture, and tried to answer coherently.   -œVery!  You should know! -

    -œGood girl, - Maeson told her as he signed for the check.   -œYou can
put your legs down.  We are going to leave in a moment and I don -(TM)t
want you collapsing.  So, stretch those legs out. - With the check paid,
the tip left, because Maeson always preferred to leave the tip for the
server in cash, they were ready to leave.  Maeson slipped his shoes back on
and he gathered up their bags to allow Kimber the chance to recover a
little before her next trial.  Relieved to be able to move after the meal,
Kimber got her legs back under her, sitting back up a bit as she felt her
lower body return to something approaching normal.  She was still
discombobulated.  The strange dichotomy of their game versus the normal
above the restaurant table kept her mind bouncing back and forth,
unsettled, but not uncomfortably so.

   Back to the stores, he wasn -(TM)t quite done with Kimber yet for her
wardrobe or for some little training tests he was putting her through.  As
he led her through the mall he held her hand, his larger hand laced with
her smaller hand.  Down the hall of the mall he led her away from Nordstrom
and this time to a Bloomingdales.

   Walking through the mall some more, Maeson holding onto her hand like a
beau, she blushed a bit as she felt the top of her thighs begin to cool off
as they moved, the dampness slowly going away.  Everywhere she looked, she
wondered if people could tell.  If they could tell she was walking around
in a simple dress, her breasts bare underneath, and her sex warm and
aroused, not hidden beneath another layer of fabric.

   As they entered another fine clothing store, she once again distracted
herself from her oddly dressed state, and simply fell into the enjoyment of
looking at some cute outfits.  Careful observation would show that she
deferred a bit more to his direction and choice this time around, and when
he handed her a croptop and skirt combination, she took it readily.  When
he thought that she was ready for her next test, Maeson pulled Kimber to
him close enough that he could talk to her quietly,  -œAre you still
excited? - He asked her, his arm around his waist his hand at the small of
her back.

   Held close, she felt a bit exposed, as if people would look at them, she
was still a bit shy with anything approaching a PDA.  She thought he might
-~do -(TM) something, and she felt a ball of nervous excitement, or perhaps
fear, begin to form in the pit of her stomach.

    -œA bit, um, yes, it -(TM)s like I -(TM)m on edge ...  or something -.

   Looking into her eyes he gestured with his chin vaguely in the direction
of the changing rooms.   -œI want you to go in and try on the outfit, but I
also want you to bring yourself to an orgasm.  Stand in front of the mirror
as you do it, I want you to watch yourself, and Kimber, - he added with a
slight smile,  -œbe quiet.  I -(TM)ll be sitting on the gentleman -(TM)s
bench waiting for you. -

   Giving her a quick kiss on the forehead, Maeson moved over and sat on
the shallow bench.  With an encouraging nod, he crossed his arms and put
his feet out to relax and wait for her.

   Kimber blinked, wondering why he would want her to do what he asked,
though his intent look underlined his command, and she did not really balk.
She was merely out of her element.  None of her life experiences to date
had really prepared her for this task, so it was with a mind awhirl with a
myriad of concerns that she headed to the dressing rooms, turning a little
corner as she checked in the two items.

   Closing the partial door, Kimber put the new outfit down as she looked
at herself in the long mirror.  Unsure on how best to go about this, she
ran her hands over her hips, up to her breasts, squeezing her breasts,
reawakening her merely dampened arousal.  Watching herself blush as she
contemplated how exactly to follow his order, she stopped her caressing
long enough to reach up behind her back and unzip the hidden closure.  Then
she spread the shoulders of her dress off, letting the outfit slide down,
exposing her breasts, before she pushed it further, stretching it around
her slim hips and eventually falling to pool at her feet.

   Naked now, staring at herself in the mirror, Kimber stepped free of her
mini dress, watching her body move, seeing the excitement, the nervous
energy, the daringness reflected in her eyes.  As she reached down to touch
herself, she gasped aloud, surprised at how sensitive she was.  It was if
she had been pumped and primed, and only needed a little spark to fire up
her engine into full blown arousal.

   Biting down on her lips, stifling her cry, she continued to touch
herself, the intensity of her reaction surprising, but very enjoyable.  She
was damp, very damp, gushing even, and as she watched herself, she could
see her knees almost buckle and give way as her fingers, damp with her own
secretions, moved up and began to circle her clit.  Around and around they
went, quickly finding her most perfect rhythm.  Her nipples ached and felt
all swollen, and she idly cupped and touched one with her left hand, still
watching her right hand -(TM)s fingers do their dance.

   Closing her eyes for a bit, riding that delicious wave, she had to
remember to be quiet.  It was all so very intense.  Later, she was going to
be glad, that she was reacting so quickly and easily.  It lessened the
chance for her to get caught.  But at the moment, rational thought was
gone, and all she wanted was to release the pressure that had been slowly
percolating all afternoon.

   With a low whimper, quickly stifled as she clamped down her teeth,
Kimber began to shudder and shake, bucking her hips against her circling
finger, cumming while she stood there, watching herself like an obedient
little girl.  Time seemed to stretch, and as she rode that wave of
pleasure, she slowly slowed her finger -(TM)s dance, running her hand over
her whole sex, ruffling the hair, drying her fingers on her skin, easing
herself back down.

   Staring at herself for a long moment, knowing that she had never felt
quite so alive, even if she was scared and uncertain, she realized that she
had better hurry.

   Trying on the new outfit was not that difficult.  The denim skirt fit
perfectly, and as she adjusted the crop top over her still sensitive
nipples, she looked at herself, nodding ...  Maeson really did have some
good taste.

   Opening the door, wanting him to see the outfit before she changed back,
she took a deep breath, calming herself.  A final glance in the mirror
showed her face was still quite flushed.  Leaving her sandals and her
chiffon dress in the room, she padded out to find Maeson, smiling
nervously, and turning around a bit to show him how it looked.

    -œWhat, um, do you think? - she asked as she faced forward again.

   As Maeson sat on the gentleman -(TM)s bench, he had cocked his head to
listen.  He didn -(TM)t expect to actually hear Kimber at work in the
changing room, but it was hard to resist the urge to listen. 
Unfortunately, he never did hear anything untoward.  He thought there was a
sound or two that he imagined might be her of course, but he never really
actually heard a peep.  Deciding he was being silly, he got up and wandered
back out into the store.  Nosing around in the racks he got a few odd
stares from the other young women shopping in the area, but he ignored them
and continued to look.

   It was getting easier to find things as he got to know Kimber -(TM)s
size, and in short order he put together another outfit, this one with a
leather jacket, top and tights, he -(TM)d have to take her to find some
matching boots later.

   He was really getting to enjoy shopping for his little sister, and in
some ways, he was really enjoying altering the woman he desired, having her
dress exactly the way he wanted.  Her appeal to a man, his personal man,
was ever climbing, and it really made his controlling self eager for more.
He had an ongoing daydream, a real relationship with them as partners.  Not
unlike the relationship that Grey and Lee enjoyed, only he would be the
investor, and she his admin if she wanted to.

   As he thought about it, he considered that perhaps with his degree,
something like that wouldn -(TM)t be that far off.  He really could be an
investor, with the proper licensing he could handle his own money primarily
and perhaps a few others.  As it was he was already doing very well, and
... it bore some thinking about.

   Time was passing and he had to get back to Kimber.  He imagined if she
got out and didn -(TM)t find him there she would get completely unnerved,
and he didn -(TM)t want that.  From his point of view her body confidence
was soaring, as well it should.  Maybe the next outfit should be a bit more
risquÃ(C)?  Also something to think about.

   Hurrying back, he was just in time, spotting Kimber emerging from the
dressing rooms.  She looked amazing as usual, and the top and skirt did a
fine job of showing off her middle.  She looked hot,  -œI think you look
amazing, - Maeson told her, which she really did, his happiness with her
infusing his smile.  Deliberately he didn -(TM)t ask if she had done as
ordered though there was a hint of it in her flushed face.   -œHere
beautiful, go try this on as well. -

   Seeing his look of approval, and his words underscoring it, she beamed
with pleasure.  She was still flushed from her  -~chore -(TM), and she felt
somehow secretly proud that she had done as he asked, even though he did
not ask her ...  perhaps he just assumed.

   Taking the other outfit from him, she looked it over, impressed, he
really did have good taste.  Back in the small changing room, she quickly
stripped out of the crop top and skirt, putting them back on their store
hangers.

   Adjusting the tights around her naked bottom, Kimber hoped the shirt was
not too short, as without any underwear, the fabric was a bit form fitting.
As she slid the top on, and completed the look with the leather jacket, she
turned back and forth, checking herself out.  It really needed a longer
shirt, she thought.  As she pulled it down a bit in back, simultaneously
tightening it over her bare breasts, she also thought that if she just had
undergarments on this outfit would be perfect.

   Maeson liked this, it was going very well.  He put their selections to
one side of the small car and once again went looking for more.  This time
finding a pair of cutoffs, a form fitting top, and a jacket.  Also, a
shapeless hoodie.  As much as he wanted to keep her in skirts, Kimber
needed relaxed clothing.  Especially for school.  Hell, also he really did
need to get Kimber over to a shoe store, or maybe he might even get her a
credit card for clothes shopping.  He really could get used to the idea of
sending her out shopping and then making her model everything she found at
the end of the day.

   Again, stepping outside to let him see, she could feel the carpet under
her bare feet, and as she got out to where he had been sitting, she held
the shirt tight against her backside, looking around nervously.   -œI, um,
like the jacket ...  and the colors are very nice ...  it -(TM)s just ...
you know... - she told him softly.

   Gathering up his new find, he returned to wait for Kimber, and couldn
-(TM)t help but smirk as she came out holding the shirt against herself. 
Boots, definitely boots required,  -œI like it, - he drawled, purposefully
noting with a look how she was holding it to herself.  God, he wished their
relationship was further along, because he would have already joined her in
the changing room, and  -~helped -(TM) her into each of the outfits as well
likely press her up against one of the walls.

    -œKimber, - he told her,  -œyou realize how much I like you without
anything else other than what you are wearing? - As he tried not to leer a
bit.  It really was hard not to leer at her.  Kimber looked delicious, so
he did the next best thing, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled
her in,  -œYou are incredible looking, - he told her also lowering her
voice,  -œand as you get self-conscious, know that I appreciate your
predicament, very, very much. -

   Resisting the urge to just kiss her deeply, Maeson let her go, and
handed her the next two sets.   -œTry these both on, and we will go hit a
shoe store. -

   Headed back into the room, two more outfits in hand, Kimber could feel
her skin burning from where he had held her about the waist, pulling her
close, letting her know that he knew she was embarrassed, but he liked her
...  partially dressed ...  or whatever.

   The other two outfits were much more casual, and she was able to verify
that they fit just fine, the cutoffs were very snug, but ok, the top could
be a size bigger, and the hoodie was just right.

   Fully redressed, she carried her loot out of the room, everything back
on hangers.  She was not sure if he was going to get them ALL.  As she
rejoined her brother, she looked down at her sandals, wondering what kind
of shoes he wanted ...  He seemed to have a whole list in his mind.

   Happy to shop, and not really questioning the impact of all of the
clothes, and the fact that he was choosing and not her, Kimber was finding
contentment in being spoiled just a little bit ...  Though not to the point
of making him carry her goodies or anything!



   Chapter 9: The  -~Hot -(TM) tub

   Now with several outfits, it was just a matter of visiting a shoe store
and getting Kimber footwear to compliment her new outfits.  He was
certainly looking forward to seeing her wear the new clothes out on the
town, and when mom and dad were about, but he had to wonder how much would
they get worn when the  -~rents were out.  He had to confess that Kimber
seemed to be favoring her nude status more and more in the morning and he
noticed that the time for clothing was slipping back.  At this rate, his
own self-control was going to be sorely tested.

   As they wandered out of the mall and with a serious dinner awaiting
them, there came the problem of where to change.  It was -(TM)t like they
could get ready in a changing room at a store, and he wasn -(TM)t about to
ask Kimber to get ready in a car, so Maeson sprang a small surprise on her,
 -œWe are going to go get a room at a hotel, - and he said it mater of
factly just to be a jerk.  Waiting for some sort of surprise reaction, he
glanced over at her slyly and filled in the rest,  -œJust to change, and
maybe get a sit down in a hot tub for a bit.  Game for a bit of time in a
hot tub? - he asked as he pulled into an upscale hotel.

   After piling the bags in the backseat, Kimber had quietly watched the
streets flow past as they left the mall, the unfamiliar town seeming to be
a lot more of the same as what was in their town.  She shifted a bit on the
seat, still feeling a bit damp after the arousing lunch, and forced
masturbation in the changing room.  The whole day had been an odd
combination of normalcy and ...  well ...  game playing...

    -œWha?  Hotel? - she gasped, turning to him, thinking it was rather,
well, suggestive, but blushed as he indicated that he just meant a place to
relax, change for dinner and stuff.   -œOoooh, hot tub sounds really nice
...  I -(TM)ve never really been in one ...  always wanted to! - she said,
her face lighting up eagerly.  As they entered the fine hotel, she looked
around, impressed with the quality of the lobby.  Leaning into him as they
approached the desk, she whispered,  -œYou can afford this??  Woww...  ! -

   Maeson really enjoyed the expression on Kimber -(TM)s face when he
baited her and she bit.  He didn -(TM)t laugh at her, but he had given her
a wink and small smile.  The hotel was nice, perhaps not the nicest that
could be had in town, but it was nice.  He could have gone cheaper but
there was a certain satisfaction to taking Kimber someplace nice, something
that he doubted given her age that she had ever had as well as a guy that
could provide it.

    -œLiving at home is just to make sure I meet my financial goal by the
time I move out at the end of the summer, - he explained giving her arm a
squeeze.   -œYou, - he told her,  -œI love treating and taking care of. -

   As they approached the desk Maeson smiled warmly,  -œMaeson Florentini.
I have a reservation for one night. -

   It didn -(TM)t take long to get them checked in, and shortly Maeson and
Kimber were on their way up to their room.  The room was on the sixth
floor, single king sized bed, and had a balcony that opened out to the
water and the beach that lay beyond.  Entering the room, Maeson said,  -œI
don -(TM)t know about you, but I want to visit the hot tub, and then get a
shower before we go down for dinner.  So I bought you this, - he said
pulling open the small overnight bag he had for them, and pulling out a red
bikini.   -œI know I didn -(TM)t tell you were going for a swim, so I
brought one for you. -

   Kimber -(TM)s followed Maeson into the room, looking around curiously.
The hotel was fabulous, and she felt more than a bit spoiled, even rich,
thinking that they were visiting some place this nice.  Nodding her head,
she was about to ask how he expected to do that, when he showed her the
contents of his secretly packed overnight bag.

    -œYou are so ...  full of surprises! - she said, shaking her head a
bit in wonder.  As she straightened out the bits of fabric, laying them on
the bed, she went to the bathroom, and then the closet.   -œI know these
places have those robes ...  right?   -œshe said, eventually finding the
ubiquitous white robes hanging in the small wardrobe.  Grabbing one of the
robes, she tossed it on the bed as she reached behind her back and slipped
open the snug neck of her dress.  Between the multiple changes as they
shopped today, and the casual mornings at home, she did not even consider
changing in the bathroom, the thought never crossing her mind.  She was
just changing.

   As she slipped the brief, stylish, red suit on, she pulled it around her
hips snugly, and adjusted the cups a bit to get it to settle right. 
Looking over at her brother, she caught him looking.   -œWha? - she said,
suddenly blushing ...  did she do something ...  wrong?

   Maeson didn -(TM)t bother to change at first; he stood where he was and
let his eyes linger over Kimber.  He allowed himself to caress her with his
eyes, from the tip of her to fine long legs she stood on.  He feasted on
her breasts, longed to suck and bite on her nipples, and was filled with a
desire to keep her in the room all night and bend her to his will. 
Instead, he stood still, a smile playing over his face, and just ate her up
with his eyes.

    -œNothing -(TM)s wrong, - he told her,  -œI -(TM)m just enjoying you.
You -(TM)re a flower. -

   Than he set about to changing himself, like her he didn -(TM)t bother
with heading into the bathroom.  He shucked his clothing laying them out on
the bed so they wouldn -(TM)t wrinkle, or folding them where needed. 
Maeson was aroused.  After putting Kimber through her paces for the day he
wanted her and it was self-evident in his length, but he didn -(TM)t move
towards her.  Maeson just pulled on his bathing suit, donned a set of flip
flops, slung a towel over his shoulder, and held a hand out to her,  -œCome
on let go find the tub. -

   She saw his eyes smile, as they looked her over again, and flushed with
pleasure at his compliment, er, compliments.   -œOh ...  mmmm ...  kay -
she said, never sure what to say when someone is so very very nice. 
Picking up the robe, she pulled it around her, watching absently as her
brother quickly changed.  She noticed he was a bit aroused, and, as she
thought about it and his earlier comment about taking a shower before going
to dinner, she wondered if he -(TM)d want her help again ...  even though
they were not at home ...  and it was not morning.

   Following him out of the room, hoping he did not forget the key, but not
saying anything, falling easily into her quiet, obedient almost, role.  As
the made their way down the elevator to the spa floor, she could smell the
chlorine as they exited the conveyance and followed the signs to the pool
and spa area.

   The pool area was deserted since it was the ideal time that most people
were preparing to go to meal, not relaxing in the hot tub.  It gave them
the chance to enjoy the room themselves, and to talk freely.  The room was
warm with hot moisture, and chlorine nipped at their noses, but it was
relaxing in the way that only a hot tub could be.  Turning to Kimber, he
turned her around and took the robe from her shoulders like it was a coat.
As he pulled the robe down, he kissed her shoulder and let his lips linger
for a moment.   -œI like the suit on you.  You -(TM)re already showing
signs of toning up nicely as well, - Maeson complimented her before he put
her robe and towels on the hooks nearby.

   He couldn -(TM)t help but relish in this.  The room felt intimate since
they were alone, and as he had noted when he first walked in, they were
completely unobserved, and importantly, no cameras.

    -œCome on, - he told her,  -œI -(TM)ve got something for you to do, -
Maeson took Kimber by the hand again and led her down into the hot tub. 
The warm churning water circulating about his legs as he led her in.  It
was possible to sit together since someone somewhere thankfully thought of
a couple together and the bench was deep enough so he drew her down to sit
in between his legs, her back against his chest.

    -œI want to talk to you, - Maeson said into her ear,  -œI want to know
what you are thinking, of what you have thought of the day. - Maeson had a
suspicion but he wanted to hear more.  There was also something about
making Kimber share her thoughts that he found strangely enticing,
intimate, and sexual.  All day they had been surrounded by people, but now
they had a chance to reflect and he wanted to take it.

   It was almost paternalistic, the way he cared for her, took her robe,
leading the way.  But his nibble of a kiss was something else, and the way
he pulled her back into his body inside of the warm water of the tub, was
also a bit, well, romantic or at the least, sweet and considerate.

   She mused quietly for a bit.  He said he wanted to know what she
thought, and after a quick  -œUm, sure! - she took a moment, reflecting on
the day.

    -œWell, this morning I just wanted you to know that you can count on me
to take care of you.  I -(TM)m not some easily broken thing ...  not a
child ...  I know, I knew, what you did every morning after I left ... 
and, well, I guess I didn -(TM)t want to leave anymore ...  maybe that
-(TM)s weird... -

    -œIt -(TM)s not weird, - At least Maeson didn -(TM)t think so.  There
was clearly sexual tension between them, that much was obvious, and her
fascination with his sex was growing.  At least as much as he was growing
as well, his length pressing into Kimber -(TM)s back under the water though
he wasn -(TM)t moving to satisfy himself.  He just let it sit there,
enjoying the small movements she made, his attention focused on Kimber.

   Reaching down, he ran his hands down her side till his hands were on her
knees, and slowly pushed her legs apart till she was wide open enough to
feel it,  -œI wanted you to take care of me. - Maeson could not keep the
low husky growl out of his voice but he didn -(TM)t move at all to do
anything else other than spread her legs and leave her open, exposed.

   Not pausing very long, quickly getting into a rhythm of simply
recounting her thoughts, Kimber continued,  -œI was nervous at first with
the dress, and, um, going out w/o bra on ...  or panties ...  but it was
like ...  something you really wanted, so I wanted to make you happy -

    -œYou know I loved the shopping, you got me so many many things! - she
paused, turning to look back at him and smile a bit, his arms still around
her.  She could feel him, warm and a bit hard behind her she thought,
though she could not see for sure.   -œThe, uh ...  you know ...  playing
with myself ...  it was, I dunno ...  hard to do, but a bit ...  fun...  ?
-

    -œYou know that if you put on the collar, you -(TM)re going to have to
do more than discard a piece of clothing or two, right - Maeson nudged her
earlobe with his nose, but didn -(TM)t kiss her.  He just moved softly
sensually like he was just about to suck her earlobe in between his lips. 
-œDo you think you would be able to expose yourself upon command? - he
asked,  -œDo you think you think you could handle the pleasure of being
exposed for me? -

   Kimber felt vulnerable, exposed, her words sharing her private thoughts
made her suddenly shy, though she was not ashamed, just unused to such
honesty, such openness, such ...  intimacy.

   As he pulled her back, she was more sure than before, her words, or
something, perhaps the whole day, had left him energized, his hard flesh
pressing a bit against her, though not in an overtly crude manner.  As his
hands slid down her body, reaching her knees, and gently, but steadily,
spreading her thighs, leaving her sitting, exposed, like a wanton wench,
showing off her panties.  Thankful for the water, hiding the most egregious
of the views, she was still flushing, her words, and now her body, leaving
her open and exposed.

    -œI know it -(TM)s more, probably a lot... - she said, not getting
into any specifics, as, to be honest, other than what was in the movie, it
was all just thoughts, she was not sure of anything at all.   -œI think so
...  it -(TM)s like ...  when you move me, or tell me to do things, like at
lunch ...  I can.  I can do things I -(TM)d never ever do on my own ... 
like sit like this... - she added, biting her lip.  Her mind went to the
things he was saying, imagining him making her strip in public, having
people see her ...  see her body ...  see her ...  having sex ...  Her body
reacted to the thoughts, and his closeness, her nipples getting very hard,
even with the warm water hiding and calming her.

    -œThen do it, - Maeson ordered her,  -œI want you to reach down, and
bring yourself to orgasm as you lay against me. - Unmoving Maeson
continued to sit behind Kimber, his hard length still pressing into her
back, though he didn -(TM)t move, he didn -(TM)t rotate his hips or
anything.   -œI want you to sit in my arms and bring yourself to cum. -

   He hadn -(TM)t actually intended to press her to do this today, but the
situation was perfect and he wanted to watch her, or rather feel her cum
for him.  The door she faced made it more risquÃ(C), dangerous, and wanton.
God, he hoped that she would give him that collar soon, but he had to
wonder what he would do with her then, and how that would fit with the end
of the summer.

   Maeson did move his head though, nuzzling her neck, touching the tip of
his nose to her ear.   -œGo on, be a good girl, hand under your panties,
fingers against your sex, stroke it for me. -

   His words, shocking in their simple assumption that she would obey,
seated into her mind, touching off a wave of emotional and physical
responses.  She felt the tingling excitement of such a daring act, as well
as the stunning embarrassment of such a private act being done, not only in
public, but within the confines of her brother -(TM)s arms.  Her sex had
immediately become engorged her physical reaction much more amenable and
immediate.

   As he whispered low and into her ear, she moved her right hand down,
running it along her thigh as she looked around nervously, watching the
door like a hawk.  She could still feel him holding her legs spread wide,
and she felt rather sluttish as she ducked her fingers under the waistband
of her brief bikini.

   Slowly reaching for her clit hidden beneath the bubbling water, she
slowly began to circle the sensitive nub, her arm moving slightly as she
tried to obey, scared and nervous, but strangely content.  She felt an odd
sense of powerless release ...  She was not in charge ...  It would not be
her fault!

   She kept slowly moving her fingers, but with increasing precision, her
thighs beginning to quiver and quake in response to the stimulation she was
sending straight to her core.  She could feel Maeson behind her, holding
her, watching her, and it was disturbing as well as so intimate at the same
time ...  he could  -~see -(TM) her ...  in a way she was not sure if she
could see herself.

    -œVery good Kiki, - Maeson purred into her ear his tone one of
approval.  Maeson finally moved but it was only to slide his hands up the
outside of Kimber -(TM)s legs, and he made no move towards her sex. 
However, he did continue to nuzzle her neck the tip of his nose lightly
touching the outside of her ear, his breath tickling the small hairs.  
-œKeep it up, keep going. -

   To not move was an exercise in control, and he really had to remember
that Kimber had far more control over him than she realized.  If she had
turned her attentions onto him he was not sure if he would be able to
resist her.  Already he could feel his hard length pulsing as he moved a
little bit.

   He urged her on, and she complied, more and more eagerly, as her body
rushed with arousal, her face flushing.  She kept watch on the door, ready
to pause and hide, excitement pushing her to move her fingers faster, more
expertly, her sex swelling in response.  His body behind her was a constant
reminder of their morning shower, and she knew that he was enjoying making
her do this.  She felt pleased and nervous and aroused all at the same
time. This game that they were playing was suddenly getting much much more
real.

   He dropped a bomb on her though,  -œIf that door opens, - he whispered
into her ear,  -œyou are not to stop until you have orgasmed.  You are
committed by my will to finish, even if someone else is watching.  Is that
clear? - And this was a very real threat, neither one of them could see if
anyone was coming such from their seated vantage point.  Which to him made
it just that much more arousing.

   She felt her body quivering, her fingers slowly obeying his instruction,
circling her sensitive clit, making her legs want to collapse and grind
around her hand.  His words of praise seemed to explode in her mind, a wave
of arousal coursing through her, as she felt so naughty, so un ladylike,
but obedient, catering to his whims.

   When he told her that she was not to stop, that she had to keep going no
matter what, she groaned, pressing hard against her hand, letting her
fingers cup her whole sex under her bikini.  The water was a bit of an
irritant, washing away her natural lubrication, but she kept on.  The
intensity of the act was enough to keep her as wet as possible.

    -œDo you like this Kiki? - he whispered, asking her before blowing on
the back of her neck.   -œDo you like being given permission to be this
naughty? -

   Again, she felt a shot of intense pleasure build up in her womb,
spreading out, heating her whole body as he asked her if she liked what was
happening, if she actually liked being naughty.  Faster and faster her
fingers flew, her hips now moving in a suggestive pattern on top of his
lap, reaching for that elusive orgasm.  She was so ...  aroused, she was
not thinking very clear any more.   -œNo ...  I mean ...  yes.sss ...  s.
- she stuttered in reply, unable to deny her own reaction.  She lay her
head back, her breasts rising a bit, panting as she got closer and closer.
The moment was amazing, he wasn -(TM)t sure if Kimber realized how much she
was teasing him, but the movements of her body against his was like one
long stretched out erotic moment.  Kimber was shaking just with the
movements of her hand, jerky, and frantic as she chased the release he had
ordered and she now craved.  Her young body firm and tight squirming as she
bucked her hips to meet her hands, and she was between his legs, so his
hard on pressed against her ass and back.  His hands he continued to run up
and down the outside of her thighs, stroking and caressing cause he knew if
he didn -(TM)t she would lure him from his carefully controlled shell and
take her.

   So he made do enjoying the feeling of her firm legs beneath his hands
taking in the movements.  The feeling her slick skin sliding against his
erection still confined in his swimsuit reveling in the sexual act that his
little sister was committing for him.

   God, he wanted her.  He wanted to own her, possess her, control his
little sister.  He wanted her to do wicked things with him, and groan his
name in pleasure.  Kimber drove him wild.

    -œThat -(TM)s it Kiki, - he whispered into her hair, her head now back
leaning against him so his eyes could feast on her erect nipples on the
tips of her heaving breasts.   -œKeep going, show me what you can do. -

   Then the door open, a soft protest of hinges exposed to chlorine for so
long.  There was suddenly two people, a man and a woman in their early
thirties by the look of them, and they were both there looking to use the
hot tub themselves.  Obviously watching a young woman pleasure herself was
not the first thing they had imagined when they had come down for the hot
tub, but they couldn -(TM)t look away.  They were stunned like deer caught
in a headlights, embarrassed enough not to disturb the scene, intrigued
enough not to look away, half in the door, half out; their eyes wide
feasting on Kimber as she arched her back, breasts up, hips gyrating
against her hand.

    -œDo not stop, - Maeson growled into Kimber -(TM)s hair,  -œcum for
me. Be my naughty girl. - Maeson pegged the couple with a stare, and tried
to communicate to them to keep quiet.  He didn -(TM)t necessarily want them
to leave, in fact having them witness this turned him on even more, but he
was afraid they would disturb Kimber, and the spell would be broken. 
However, if she did keep her obedience perhaps this would strengthen their
relationship.  The couple was allowed to stay if they wished and watch his
Kimber finish.

   The sound of the door opening barely registered on her mind as her hands
drove her closer and closer to her peak.  Gasping, she could feel herself
right on the edge, pressing hard, urgent, insistent.  Again, he had
whispered into her ear, urging her on.  His words seem to light a fire
inside of her, something she could not control, waves of passion flowing
through her, causing her to give in, to feel her fingers, to want to cum,
to want to please him so badly.  Kimber knew she was bad.  She was a bad
girl who did bad things, simply because he bade her do so.  She could feel
her orgasm coming, and as she felt the waves begin to build past the point
of no return, she heard the squeal of the hinges, and saw the strangers
peering in, seeing her bucking on her brother -(TM)s lap, her actions,
while hidden, obvious to all but the most ignorant of watchers.

   He commanded her to keep on going, and she could feel his words helping
her to not stop, but it had already been too late.  There was no way to
stop the impending orgasm now, she had gone too far.  She could feel her
thighs spasm, her breasts throbbing as the wave crashed over her.  Moaning
into her bit lip, she slammed her slick behind back against his body,
feeling his hardness, knowing she was doing that to him, knowing that he
was pleased.  Over and over she quaked, her eyes opening after a bit,
seeing the stunned couple, wondering if they would tell on her, on them. 
Past caring though, she rode her body -(TM)s wave of pleasure, until
finally slowing her movements, her hand still clasping her sex, her thighs
coming together, squeezing her hand, calming her body a bit as she felt the
sweet release.  Eyes down, cheeks pink with shame, she tried to pretend
there was no one there, that she was alone even, it was all so intense. 
She knew that she was simply trying to obey, as best she could, but the
intensity of her physical reaction, the waves of pleasure that seemed to
hit her, all unasked for, as he called her to do his bidding, it all left
her quite a bit bewildered.

   It was all she could do to sit there, calming, and not hide ...  but she
did not run ...  she stayed, albeit quiet now, eyes down, trying to pretend
as if she did not just cum under the water of the hot tub.

   Maeson put his arms around Kimber and pulled her to him.  He was still
excited and she felt so damn good against his body.  Maeson kissed the side
of her neck, and whispered into her ear, as his erection still pressed
against her back,  -œGood girl, my very good girl, - as he let the other
couple stand there another moment, caught, unsure if they should enter, or
leave.

    -œGet up, - he told her,  -œlet -(TM)s head back to our room. -
Maeson took Kimber by the hips and pushed her forward, stood up, and then
led his sister by the hand out of the hot tub.   -œWe -(TM)re finished, -
he told the couple who had started to awkwardly enter the room at the sign
that this young couple was leaving,  -œSo please, enjoy the room to
yourselves. - He was unabashed as he told them, but then again why shouldn
-(TM)t he be?  He had Kimber, she was sexy, hot, and his.  He could even
feel the man -(TM)s eyes on her, his shorts pressing a bulge that reflected
Maeson -(TM)s own.

   Retrieving Kimber -(TM)s robe, he helped her into it and led her by the
hand out of the hot tub room past the couple,  -œI hope your both enjoy
your evening as much as we are enjoying ours. -

   When they entered the elevator, he pulled her against him to shelter
her, tucking her head under his chin.   -œI -(TM)m proud of you Kiki, you
can be so bold, - he told her murmuring into her hair using her childhood
name, the name that felt so intimate.   -œIf you ever choose to wear my
collar, I -(TM)d be so proud to call you mine. -

   Flushed with post orgasmic bliss, Kimber was vaguely aware that he
pulled her up and out of the hot tub, talking to the new entrants briefly.
She could feel a sense of calm acceptance beginning to roll over her.  As
she did things, sexy things, and he became pleased, she felt a spot warming
inside of her, a secret heart yearning to be owned, to serve, filling up
with pleasure.

   As they rode back up the elevator, he continued to praise her, and her
body seemed to almost Pavlovianly respond.  She had thought she was
completely sated, but his words made her nipples harden as they stood close
together.  She did not understand why she suddenly gasped with secret
arousal, but she somehow knew it was tied to his words.  It was if she was
being trained ...  like a pet ...  she knew he was waiting for her to
commit, and she was drawing ever closer.  As he led her back to the room,
she imagined what it would be like with a collar on ...  would it be
better? Worse?  Would he treat her nicer?  Rougher?

   Up the elevator Maeson was aware of Kimber all the way.  He stroked her
back, hand traveling up and down her spine.  She was pressed against him,
body conforming to his as only an intimate couple could be, and they were
so close to the hotel room.  Down the hall he guided her, never wanting to
let her leave his side, never wanting to let her out of contact with his
own body.  He was also well aware that he was completely hard for her.

   When the room lock popped something also popped within Maeson, he needed
her.  He needed to enter her.  In some way to claim his little sister with
his will.  He was so drunk on the control he had over her.  With the door
open he turned Kimber around pushed her backwards on the bed and knelt over
her bringing his face close to hers.

   Maeson didn -(TM)t give a command, or spend anytime undoing her robe,
but his drive to claim her had him leaning down, covering his mouth with
hers.  His tongue gliding over Kimber -(TM)s lips to tease her open to him.

   Shocked, stunned even, Kimber fell back onto the bed, looking up at her
brother, suddenly much scarier and bigger than before.  She was not scared,
so much as nervous, unsure, he seemed as if he was possessed, unable to
keep from looming over her, possessing her space, invading her area of
comfort.

   When he paused, briefly, before kissing her, his lips strong, insistent,
she had thought he was going to say something.  But not a word was spoken,
just his lips, kissing her.  Kissing her not like a brother ...  more like
a lover ...  a master ...  Her head was swimming, it was all so powerful,
she felt her body almost immediately acquiesce to his looming presence,
laying back, feeling him above her, she raised her arms at the elbow,
holding onto his arms weakly, as he took possession of her mouth, claiming
it, probing into her with his tongue.

   The kiss wasn -(TM)t long, but it certainly felt long.  He felt his lips
sliding along hers, the tip of his tongue rubbing against hers.  Kimber
froze, paused, and then yielded willingly.  He was inside of her, his mouth
against hers, taking what she yielded to him.

   What he didn -(TM)t do was press his body into hers, or press his sex to
her body.  He didn -(TM)t lower himself onto her, or grind his hips. 
Maeson just didn -(TM)t have enough self-control to do that, he had only
enough to take her mouth, and insert himself into his willing little
sister.

   The way he stopped was slow and measured.  He softened, became gentle
and broke the kiss reluctantly, and looked into her eyes.  Kimber might not
wear his collar, but she was his.   -œTake a shower with me, - he told
her. They needed to get the chlorine off, and he needed a distraction else
she would become the distraction and perhaps they might never make it to
dinner.  Which was an overstatement, but still he did need the distraction.

   Standing up, he reached his hand down to Kimber to take her hand, to
pull her up.  He was going to be her yang, her strength.   -œCome, - he
told her giving her a slight smile to let her know he had control of
himself,  -œI need you to wash me. -

   As he kissed her, eventually pulling away, Kimber could feel his
intensity wax and wane.  It was mind numbing in its power, and she wondered
what he would be like if she truly surrendered ...  it was scary and
exciting at the same time.

   As he lifted her up, her eyes slowly refocused, coming back to the
present.  Nodding her agreement, she had assumed he was going to want
another shower before dinner - he had earlier said something along those
lines - she moved towards the bathroom, almost by rote.  Hanging up her
robe on the hook on the door, she padded over to the shower head, and
turned on the water, standing there shifting her feet a bit, waiting for
the water to get warm.  Standing up straight, she reached behind her back,
unhooking her top, and tossing it on the counter, before reaching down to
test the water again.  Nodding, she adjusted the position of the
temperature control a bit, before flipping the switch to send the water to
the nozzle.  Stepping back, turning to look where Maeson had gotten to, she
slipped off her bottoms, adding it to the top on the counter.  Stepping
into the shower, her long legs parted as she stepped in, her bubble butt
winking a bit as she stepped over the edge of the enclosure.

   The bathroom was the size of most hotel bathrooms, small in comparison
to the upstairs bathroom in their parent -(TM)s home, so Maeson waited.  He
couldn -(TM)t get that in close with Kimber, not just yet.  He was excited
beyond his usual amount and his control was fraying.  So instead he just
watched her, admiring her body, her perfect little body; he watched her
breasts come free bouncing slightly as they were released from her top, and
then as she bent over slightly pushing her round full bottom towards him.
It was all he could do not to go in there and pin her to the shower wall
and take what he knew to be his, even if she hadn -(TM)t given herself to
him yet.

   So, he watched her, watched the water sluice down her body in waves
making her even more beautiful.  She looked like a water nymph, or how he
imagined they might look, her breasts full with water beading and running
down them to the way that wet her hair revealing just how breathtaking her
eyes were.  His little sister looked like something out of a dream, and
god, he wanted her.  He wanted to hold her down, push himself into her
core, to feel her body grip his cock and milk him it -(TM)s seed in the
most natural displays of want there was, in the most taboos of kink.

   Eventually he needed to get into the shower, but he wasn -(TM)t sure if
he stepped in there if he wouldn -(TM)t take Kimber.  He pushed his
swimming trunks free and let his hard on out.  So excited he was that it
sprang free, and so sensitive it made him shiver the moment he touched it.
His hand closed around his length, the head sticking out from his palm, the
head purple with a squeeze.  He stroked himself watching Kimber in the
shower, his hand gliding over his erection as he ate her up with his eyes
needing some type of release lest the male animal in him get out.

   As she rinsed her body, Kimber kept glancing around, wondering when
Maeson was coming, though not horribly concerned.  Their morning routine
had her taking a shower and just being ready for him, so that he did not
have to wait.  Assuming that was still the plan, she simply and efficiently
washed her body, feeling the water cascade around her, warming her skin,
filling her hair with the warm humidity of the heated water.

   Finishing, she rubbed the water from her eyes, turning, letting the
water hit her back, she looked out and saw her brother standing in the
bathroom, his penis hard and standing up, his hand slowly stroking it as he
watched her.  She stood there, blinking, not moving, letting him watch her
in the spray of water.  Unsure why he was waiting out there, rather than
getting into the shower, she smiled tremulously.   -~I thought I made it
clear his penis was ok ...  I will make him cum if he wants -(TM) she
thought, remembering the morning, sure that he had understood.  There
seemed to be an added intensity, almost an urgency to his movements
tonight.  -~Maybe he wanted to go off before he even got in the shower ...
because he liked looking at me so much -(TM).  With that thought, she
smiled a bit to herself, and began to position herself in what she thought
was the most flattering light, lightly running her hands over her hips,
reaching around and cupping her behind briefly, as if she was making sure
all the soap was off.

   It took a while before Kimber noticed him standing there masturbating,
and when she turned around she looked obviously confused, perhaps even a
bit hurt, it was hard to read her, but he could see as she watched his hand
move up and down his shaft that another idea was dawning on her.  The way
she turned washing, but preening for him, it became evident that she was
really noticing that he was watching her like a hawk.

   That was exciting unto itself.  His little sister was starting realize
how much he desired her.  In response, his hand moved faster, and he moved
into the bathroom doorway to better vantage.  He wanted to watch the water
run over her body.  He wanted to see her show her bottom off for him, and
for her to take her place as a woman whom he desired.  A woman he desired
so very much.

   Through this, he could feel something changing in their relationship. 
He wasn -(TM)t manipulating her, though he was training her true, but there
was so much more desire that was blooming between the two of them, and they
were becoming a pair in a whole new way.

   When he moved closer, Kimber thought he was finally coming in, and she
started to move to make room, but he stopped again, seemingly content to
watch her.  Though she was unused to such scrutiny, she tried to give him
what she thought he wanted, reaching up, slowly, cupping her breasts as the
water fell around her shoulders, letting them go as her hands moved back
down over her hips.  Turning around, she faced the wall, giving him free
access to just look at her back and her backside, the water running in tiny
rivulets, a larger stream disappearing between the cheeks of her behind.

   Watching him, she could see his interest, and his hand seemed to almost
blur as he pleasured himself.  Making note of how he moved, how he touched
himself, she was trying to remember everything, in order to do  -~better
-(TM) the next time.

   Maeson was drawn to her, he knew he shouldn -(TM)t get closer, but he
did.  Before he knew it he was standing at the side of the shower.  He
could smell Kimber and the scent reminiscent of chlorine, and her.  He
wanted to explode all over her, to primal mark her with his cum as if it
contained some scent of him that would claim her further as his.  His
answer to her posturing, to her lifting her breasts for him to display
herself with an audible groan that said everything that had to do with
desire.  Difference was he was no Mr.  Grey that had indecision on what he
wanted.  He wanted Kimber, as his, but he wasn -(TM)t going to coerce her,
or take her as some Neanderthal would.

    -œI -(TM)m going to cum, - he groaned out as he stepped to the side of
the shower.  He wanted to explode, and he was going to do so feasting on
Kimber -(TM)s sublime form, that perfect little body.

   He was getting closer, watching her, stroking, and she could see his
gaze lingering on her body as she posed for him.  She did not try to fully
understand his need, his desire, she just knew that she was the source of
his arousal.  When he stepped to the side of the tub, [tub?] announcing his
imminent eruption, she moved towards him.  Seeing his eyes still on her
breasts, she had an inspiration, based on one of the stories she had read
online recently ...  about how men sometimes liked to shoot off on someone
...  instead of their hand ...  or the floor.

   Kneeling, she closed her eyes, again holding her small firm breasts up
as she offered herself as a substitute for the floor.  It was not even
going to be that gross, she was already in the shower!

   Maeson groaned loud, very loud, he was so inspired watching Kimber
-(TM)s wet body, a little soapy, drop dead sexy and he was totally unable
to do anything but launch his cum at her.  He took what was offered, and
while he didn -(TM)t actually touch her, he still gave her all he had. 
Spurt after spurt decorated her breast, and even a little bit got on her
chin.  After all, when you are fapping for all you are worth, the male
equivalent of heat, your aim is a bit lousy.   -œOh, Kimber, - he gasped
as the waves of ecstasy let loose.  An entire day of teasing him as he put
her through her paces wracked him, and loved every second of it.

   As he caught his breath, his hand slowing, his eyes still eating up his
handiwork, he admired Kimber naked, wet, holding herself up, offering
herself to him.  She could not be more perfect.