Right from the start I had Troy, my older brother wrapped around my little finger. He adored me and would do anything for me. He brushed my long wavy hair, laid out my clothes, ran my bath, and was a true slave in every sense of the word as I look back on it now.
Troy was a few years older than me and was a rather handsome man, Strawberry blonde hair, baby blue eyes surrounded by a strong muscular build. Troy had strong, yet gentle hands, just like Daddy’s. I did enjoy it so when Troy rubbed my feet for me, or carried me up the stairs and put me to bed.
Daddy doted on us, which made it worse for me with Mother, who essentially dommed him. She was very controlling and manipulative, and I learned well from her how to get the things I wanted.
Mother used to switch Troy and us for the slightest infraction. Poor Daddy used to buy her bottles of perfume, and jewelry just to distract her from us children. Daddy took his fair share of whippings. Troy and I would listen as she made him cry out for her. Daddy always referred to Mother as Mommy, it was a term of endearment between the two of them. He was definitely her Slave Hubby, and would walk through hell for her. I vowed one day to have a Slave Hubby of my own.
Troy and I were blaring Peter Frampton one night, as Mother and Daddy went out for the evening, and we could blast the stereo, and play our guitars as loud as we wanted. We were smoking a bong and sharing a fifth of Imperial whiskey. Troy began to look into my eyes and sing softly and sweetly. ”I want you, to show me the way….” His soft blue eyes were glassy, but there was no mistaking the adoration he held for me in his eyes.
I rose from the chair and loosened my bra. I let it fall to the floor. My full, round breasts exploded into the air. “Ah, I have wanted to do that all day. I love letting them bounce free, and when the air hits them, how my nipples get hard.” I leaned over him and let my nipple brush against his fingers while he strummed the guitar. He began to salivate, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.
I ran my fingers through his thick wavy hair, I took the guitar out of his hand, and sat in his lap. I felt him grow beneath my ample bottom. I placed my erect nipple in his mouth, he sucked fervently, and I felt myself weaken as I met his eyes. I knew my power. I felt it beneath my bottom. I rubbed and grinded against his pulsing erection while he suckled me, he began to tremble. I felt a surge of warm wetness on my bottom, he had lost it on me, ejaculating all over my pretty pink panties.
I jumped up and grabbed his hair, “Troy, you little slut! You came on my new panties!” and I smacked him across the face. “Nasty Whore, you are going to sleep in these tonight!” I said handing them to him, and laughing wickedly.
Troy did as I commanded; he was putty in my hands and would do anything I told him to do at this point. “Brother, darling, model for me.” I ordered. In those pink panties, snugly, on his muscular buttocks, he was a site to behold. His cock sprung forth, giving away his excitement at his own humiliation by my hands.
I sat back in my chair and lit up a Marlboro Menthol telling him to come lay under my feet. “Rub my feet, Troy. “ He massaged them tenderly, kissing each toe. He looked up at me and I began to masturbate in front of him, forcing him to watch me writhe and moan as my wetness trickled down my thighs. I rolled my foot across his engorged and leaking cock. A tear streamed down his face. It was then that I realized I needed this as much as he did. To see those tears of love and adoration. I grabbed Troy’s golden locks, and pulled him up between my legs, with an anomalistic lust, he thrust into me. Exploding with rich fiery ribbons of love for me, Troy taught me what a submissive was.