Arrival

You get to Chloe's place struggling mightily with fluttering nerves that threatened to send you running. Your new look and the positive feelings of your enjoyable day help, but it is your love and lust for your older sister that are the things that keep you grounded. You sit in Chloe's overstuffed Laz-Z-boy and focus on controlling your emotions as you watch the minutes tick by.

Chloe could tell you needed to be alone so she busies herself in putting together an overnight bag. It looked like you would have the place right through until morning.

The time arrives. 7 pm right on the button. There is not buzz from the building's front door, instead you hear a soft knock at the suite's entrance. Fiona must have a key to the building. The surprise of her being right here is both distressing and relieving. You hoped for the extra few seconds, but you were happy it was finally happening.

Chloe hurries to answer the door as you stand up and straighten out your new shirt.

"Hey!" You hear from the hall, followed by the sounds of a kiss.

"Hey Chloe."

It is Elsie's voice that responds, not Fiona's! Fear and disappointment shoot through you as you are instantly convinced that Fiona had gotten cold feet and sent Elsie to break the bad news. This only lasts a moment.

"Where is he?" You hear your older sister ask.

"Waiting for you in the living room." You then hear Chloe whisper. "He looks really hot."

El and Chloe giggle. Elsie replies, obviously anxious to give her siblings privacy. "Come on Chloe. Fiona's lent me her car for the night."

"You never lend me your car!" Chloe prostests.

"That's because you're blind as a bat." Fiona shoots back, you could hear the tension in her voice. She was as nervous as you were.

El takes charge before the conversation really gets going. "Come on Chloe. Let's get out of here." She calls in from the door. "Love you Jesse, have fun tonight."

You can't help but smile. "Love you too El. Bye Chloe."

"Bye!"

There is some rustling about and a few whispers. You distinctly hear El say to Fiona. "Good luck." And then the door slams shut and you hear the deadbolt click. This was it, you were alone with Fiona at last. You still hadn't seen her. The apartment goes dead quiet for a long moment and you regret not having some sort of mood music playing just to break the dense silence.

You take a deep fortifying breath and remind yourself that YOU were in the driver's seat here.

"Fiona?"

"Yes." She replies overly quick.

"Come here."

There is another moment of silence before you hear her move. She rounds the corner into the living room and you are almost knocked off of your feet!

She...was...GORGEOUS!

As you had requested she wore the long crimson red gown that she had worn to your graduation ceremony the year before. Simple, elegant, and incredibly sexy. A thin strap went over each shoulder and you knew they crossed over her back, leaving most of it exposed. The cleavage plunged to the bottom of her chest, her breasts filling the fabric to either side. It was form fitting along over her trim stomach and the tops of her hips showed off her hourglass figure but then flared out to drape loosely all the way down to her feet.

The stunning dress was just the beginning however. Her long wavy blonde hair was worn loose and cascaded down over each shoulder, her swooping bangs casting shadows across her face. Her make up was not the usual bold red lipstick and bold accents to highlight her angular powerful features. Instead the make up softened her look. Pinks took the place of reds. Normally dark mascara was far more subtle now. And the warm shades of blush rounded out her sharp angles. She wore thin gold chain with a tiny diamond pendant and simple diamond stud earrings. This style had Elsie's sensibilities all over it.

Beyond all of this, more subtle yet more impactful, was her body language. She wasn't exactly demure but she had dialed down her usual dominant posture and energy so as not to own the room like she normally did. Her piercing gaze was muted, not looking for weakness or cruel moments to gain the upper hand but instead just openly taking in what she was seeing. There was slight cut on her lip and a bit of swelling by her eye from the fight the night before but you could see beyond those things to the incredible vision that was before you.

You'd never seen Fiona look more...feminine. She looked like a normal attractive young woman. The transformation was incredible.

Her rich hazel eyes check you out with equal interest. Looking over your new hairstyle and nice new clothes with an approving reaction very similar to your own.

"You look very handsome." She says stiffly.

"You look incredible!" You reply.

It falls quiet again as you stare at each other from across the room.

She swallows then states firmly. "So, I was thinking that we'd start with..."

"Shhh." You interrupt her. "Stop it."

"Stop it?"

"You're trying to control the situation."

"I just want to teach you."

You shake your head. "You're trying to control the situation."

"Jesse."

"I'll find my way. I'll ask for advice if I want it. You can tell me if I am going too far, otherwise let me do my thing." You keep eye contact with her, never for an instant glancing away. "Do you understand?"

You could visibly see the fear well up in your sister at the suddenly very immediate reality of her actually giving up control. Her breath catches in her throat and she nervously rubs her fingers into her hands. She looks ready to flee. Never in your life had you seen such fear in your invincible older sister.

You smile a warm smile. "I know you're scared. You're going to have to trust me Fiona."

She nods hesitantly. "I trust you. I-I trust you Jesse."

"Come here." You order her.

Again she hesitates...but obeys. She walks slowly across the room and you take her in your arms. As your new fragrance hits her senses she gasps and looks at you with wide eyes. You rub a hand down her bare shoulder.

"You don't have anything to worry about now. I'm in charge here. Just give yourself to me. Leave your burdens behind." You tenderly kiss her cheek. "Everything's going to be okay now." The gentle steadiness of your voice surprises even you.

She trembles like a leaf in your arms. "I...I...I don't know...if I can...do this."

"Shhhh. You can do it. I know you can." You run your fingers along the graceful curve of her jaw and chin. "You made it this far. I'm so proud of you Fiona." You brush a loose bang from her pretty face and stare deeply into her frightened eyes. "Daddy is so very proud of his big strong girl."

Oh fuck! The moment you say it you regret it. You meant to say 'Master', not Daddy. It was a slip of the tongue. Perhaps it was the fragrance bringing subconscious memories to the surface or perhaps it was some untapped kink you didn't know about, whatever it was that was NOT what you meant to say just then. Fiona's wide eyes widen further as she looks at you in disbelief.

"Shit." You mutter, sure that you had just spoiled the mood for the whole night. "I'm so sorry. Jesus Christ, I'm so..."

She shakes her head vigorously. "No! No, it's okay Jesse. Daddy is a very common title for Dom. Very common. Very normal."

"Fiona, we don't... This isn't right. That was fucked up. I'm sorry."

She gasps in a breath and a beautiful smile blooms across her face. Her trembling stops and her body relaxes into your embrace. "It's okay Jesse, really. I'll call you Daddy if that's what you want. It's okay." You can see she is holding back tears of unfettered joy, they glimmer at the corners of her eyes. "Y-you said...you said you were proud of me? Y-you said you were proud of me Daddy?"

Oh God! You stare at your overjoyed sister unsure of what to do next. Do you go with this? You knew your sister had deep-seated Daddy issues. Were you willing to thrust yourself into the center of that emotional minefield? Master was much simpler and with much less baggage. But Fiona...she looked so happy. Shit, only a few minutes into your attempt at being dominant and you were already questioning everything. One stupid little slip of the tongue and you had blundered into some serious shit. What do you do?