Commence Test - Phase 2

"What the fuck?!"

"You already said that, and please. You know my stance on excessive profanity."

Nichole's lips were parted agape, she stood near the front door, totally frozen as she attempted to come to terms with what her eyes were registering.

"N.. No... Mom, Sam... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Nichole stormed towards to living room, her fists clenched. But my gaze was on the way her sizable chest bounced with each forward stride. There wasn't enough jiggle to show that she was going braless. So she must've had a shoulder less bra that kept the whole summer day off-shoulder crop top look.

In the end, she was presenting a respectable amount of bouncing boobage. Still enough to stimulate the senses, while not coming off of overtly flirtatious. It was~

"Nichole, calm down." Mom interrupted my silent perverted notation of her daughter's female form. "I see how this could be unsettling without context. Just look at.."

"Context? CONTEXT? Mom what the~ Sam did you fucking **** her!?" The angered, disgusted, scared, confused, tired, annoyed, hungry, and chaotic look she had been giving Mom switched over to me.

Fuck she has some nice legs. Those shorts she's wearing were incredibly... Short. Guess that's how they were designed. But still, DAM Nichole, I get it's a bit hot out, but she could at least put on something that reached her knees.

Though I shouldn't be complaining.

"SAM!"

"Huh? Oh..." I blinked and had to rewind time in my head to remember what she had been on about. "Fuck no! I didn't **** her. Mom?" I ended my reply with a questioned plea towards Mom. Really, I just wanted to see my mother defend me even as she has my pulsing dick in her hand and a strand of pube hair stuck between her teeth.

As if any mother could excuse themselves out of a situation like this. I've never been a parent, so I can't say for sure. But I'm relatively confident that if this situation did arise, and the parent in question then began to defend their action and attempt to justify what they're doing.

Well, they more than less had failed their parental duties.

That's unfortunate, because Mom has done an almost perfect job at mothering her children. Clearly, she didn't do good enough, or I would've have used her as a ''test subject,'' but she still was and is a great mother.

It's not her fault; I found this strange new skill/ability.

"You're not exempt from what I said about profanity, young man." Mom scolded me with a stern look for a few seconds. Whatever effect that was supposed to give off failed as she still had her fingers clutched around my Lil Willy, and her breath tickled.

"Whatever Slut, just explain this to Nichole, cause she won't believe me."

"Honey," My mother turned her head back to face Nichole. "Your brother now owns the chore list I had set up on the fridge. So he's now the one you go to if you have a problem with what's written on it."

Nichole blinked. "What?"

"I expect you, BOTH, of you to follow whatever's written on it. Don't think for a second Sam that you are exempt from doing your own chores." She was now looking back at me with her usual authoritative tone of voice. "If I notice you now following what's on there, I may just have to find another chore list for the family to follow."

Can she just do that? I mean, I guess so. I technically own the list. But really it's only a list of chores because Mom made it that way. In all actuality, it's just a whiteboard. The only person enforcing the rules is Mom herself, not the actual board. Mom holds all of the power in the household, so if she decides to make a new chore list, then the shit I have will go back to being a regular old whiteboard.

But nothing's stopping me from writing my name on her knew list so... What would be the point?

Perhaps if I did that, she'd eventually say, "Fuck it." And get rid of the whole chore list gimmick entirely, which is what I had always wanted for the past few years. But now that I seem to have some control over it, I'm finding the prospect of a chore list; everyone must follow to be much more interesting.

"No... No.. No... Mom you're not making any sense. And why the hell did you let Sam talk to you like that? Whuh... Why did you call Mom a slu..." Nichole had no verbal way to process the situation, and Mom seemed to be losing patents towards her daughter. I, on the other hand, found my sister's stammering to be cute. Her thick legs rubbing against each other as she shifted in place, and her beautiful face was things I could stare at for hours. "This isn't real... It's some villain plot or something I..."

"Nichole, stop being ridiculous. I raised you to be an intelligent young woman. So please, act like one."

"DO YOU SERIOUSLY NOT SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THIS?"

"No, I don't."

"Oh my god... Oh my god, this is disgusting, I can't look." Nichole used her hands in an effort to avert her eyes.

Mom sighed. "Sam, show her the list. Apparently, she doesn't believe me."

"Sure Mom," My testing had been completely derailed. And now, I was just interested in seeing how this whole situation played out. I wasn't even the least been concerned because it appeared as though I have Mom wrapped around my finger. And as I stated before. She's the head of the house. So whoever can control her, can control the rest of what goes on here by proxy.

"I don't care what he wrote down; it doesn't~"

"Nichole, catch!" I tossed the whiteboard towards her.

She didn't catch.

In fact, she didn't give an effort. The whiteboard just toppled onto the carpeted grounded beside her feet.

"Come on Nichole. I know you have better reflexes than that." I retorted.

She lowered her hand, revealing a flushed face, and shot me a glare. "I don't know what's going on... If you're planning something... If you're innocent... If I'm crazy! I don't... I just..."

"Read for yourself." Mom said, stilled kneeled on the floor between my legs. "Since you think I would suddenly begin lying to you."

"I'm not~"

"Nichole!" Mom gave her daughter a hard look. "I won't tell you again."

My sister's blue pupils wavered between my face to Mom's serious expression, and even to my Little Willy. Who at this point was far off from being considered little.

I liked how her gaze lingered on my cock long enough for it to be noticed.

My dick twitched.

But it wasn't too noticeable since Mom still had her fingers wrapped around its girth.

"Do you like what you see?"

Mom frowned. She drew her hand back, and my pulsing skin was hit with cool air.

A blush formed on Nichole's face. "Ewww! No! God, you are disgusting. And you probably slipped Mom something to make her act this way."

"You say that, but you seem like you enjoy looking at my cock."

My mother noticed Nichole's blush. "Samuel, stop teasing your sister and refer to it as a penis. Something less crude. And Nichole, don't look at your brother's genitalia, it's inappropriate."

"Oh bitch, fuck off with that." I rolled my eyes, and Mom just hummed a light approval towards her son's insult.

"Mom~ What?" Nichole couldn't grasp what was wrong with her mother. The woman that was always the most level headed and responsible person in the family. "I don't... You know what fine! I'll fucking humor you."

"Language young lady."

Nichole seemed to murmur something under her breath, and she crouched down to pick up the whiteboard I tossed towards her. The yellow crop top she wore dipped down with gravity, giving me a nice view down her shoulder cut shirt. I couldn't see a bra from the arousing downblouse from my sister. But I'm confident she has one on; otherwise, I'd be seeing some nice nipple action going on.

While I enjoyed the nice view, (regardless of how brief it was since Nichole wasn't bending down to show off her busty assets to her brother.) Mom wasn't too pleased towards her daughter's choice in clothing.

"Why were you out wearing that? You're revealing too much skin honey."

Nichole cocked her hip and licked both her soft lips in silence. She ignored Mom's disapproval as she read what was written on the board.

At that moment, she was hit with a wave of clarity—some form of realization to fill in the multitude of blanks that we're creating gaps in logic.

As she observed the whiteboard in her hand, I was staring at her facial features. Mainly because my little sister is naturally attractive in more ways than one, growing up with her would unsurprisingly cause me to see and notice her womanly features. It was bound to happen eventually.

Nichole's face showed a visual shift in emotion at that moment. It was a shift that dropped the disgusted and angered look she had attributed and moved to one that could be described as more annoyance than anything else.

"Seriously Mom?" Nichole lowered the whiteboard down and looked up. "You're fine with this?"

"It doesn't matter if I am or not, your brother owns that chore list now, and we will respect that." Mom re-wrapped her fingers around my length.

"It doesn't freaking matter if he owns it! You own the Tv, but we still use it. You... You own the fridge, but we can still get our food out of it." She trained her annoyed look on me. "So he owns one thing, and now it's like I can't touch it."

"Hey you're touching it right now."

Mom nodded, "He is right. And don't start overreacting again. I let you use those things because I love you two. But it's my choice what you guys can and can't touch. You can't go in the liquor cabinet, because what's in there isn't something I'm willing to share." As she spoke, Mom began to pump my dick in a gradual motion. "If your brother wishes to share what belongs to him, he can. But it's his decision. Whatever he decides, you will respect, understand?"

Nichole dropped the whiteboard to her side and groaned into the open air. "Oh my goooood...."

"Do you understand?" Mom kept her intent look on her daughter. She spoke with a tone of voice that she had always given towards her kids when they need a reminder of who's in charge.

"Yes Mom." Nichole sighed and huffed passed us to head into the kitchen. She tossed the whiteboard back onto the couch beside me as she did so.

Holy shit! It feels fucking nice to have Mom wrapped around my finger like that. That's coming from the older sibling that's generally used to getting the short end of the stick. But goddam is this a much-needed change of pace.

Mom silently resumed her tongue worship of my balls, And made sure to really moisten the underside of my sack with her produced saliva. This sensation was new, but welcomed in every sense of the word.

From inside the kitchen, Mom and I heard the sound of the fridge being open. Mom used that moment to drag her tongue across the base of my balls up the length and ending at the tip. She licked my cock head, which was secreting precum and pushed herself away from my crotch.

"Sweety, the fridge belongs to Sam now too."

"What?" Nichole called back.

"Look on the left door. You'll see his name."

There was a short pause before Nichole shouted. "Fuck!"

Mom sighed and rested her head against my dick. She brought a hand up to stroke my right leg casually and looked up at me. "Honey, could we please use the fridge, at least until I can buy another one?"

I looked back at her and blinked. It's funny, I can't remember one time in my life where I had to ask her to use the fridge. But I guess things are different now that my names on it.

"Sure," I shrugged. "I don't mind."

I was offered a smile in reply, "Thank you." Then she raised her voice. "Nichole, did you hear? Your brother is fine with~"

"Yeah yeah..." Nichole stomped out of the kitchen in a quick rush. Clearly upset by the recent turn of events and in no real mood to stay around.

She headed down the hall towards her room, and no more than a few seconds later, we heard the sound of her bedroom door being slammed shut.

"I don't understand what's up with her..."

"Finish up Mom," I patted the top of her head while staring down her top to appreciate the cleavage her large breasts created. "I'll talk to her; maybe she'd be more comfortable talking to someone around her age. Offense Mom."

"None taken. But I do expect you to insult me more. It's one of the only chores you have, and I'm going to make sure you actually do them."

"Uhh... ... .. Kay fuck you bitch, suck my cock."

---

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

I... Wuh... WEH.... Wait, what? I did not expect such casual permission from her, especially after the shit that happened a few minutes ago. Nichole seemed like she'd be giving off grade-six level resistance towards any advancement I attempted to make.

She and I never truly hated each other, not even close. We were pretty standard siblings, all things considered. She didn't actively show any resentment or regret in being around me, while also never or very rarely showed interest in hanging out.

So basically, we're pretty tight.

I like her.

I love her.

And she loves me even if she won't fucking say it.

So yeah. We're average siblings.

Which is the reason that a part of me felt bad for what I'm about to do.

But then on the other side of the spectrum. My sister can be a bitch at times... And she is hot.

Also, the shit she chose to wear was begging for attention.

Everything aligned to me using her as a test subject eventually...

Yes! Test! That is the only reason I am doing this, just to scratch an itch and test the waters.

"Hey so, sorry about what happened back there. I hope you're not too mad at me."

Nichole's bed was positioned on the side of her room. And she was currently leaned up against the wall, texting on her phone. She switched her gaze away from her phone screen to eye me up. Her lips were held impassive, and it was hard to read her emotion.

"It's cool." She resumed texting.

I blinked.

"You're not mad? Really? Cause before you were~"

"I'm not mad at you," Nichole leaned towards me and raised her right eyebrow. Her legs were wrapped criss-cross, and she had her hands pressing into the bed from between her legs. "Really I'm just annoyed. Like, I come home, and you now own the thing that dictates what chores I do? Does that even make sense to you? Mom could just get a new whiteboard, but no, she's just sucking up to you. She's not acting like herself at all. I'd expect her to put her foot down."

Okay okay, let me backtrack for only a moment. Nichole isn't upset that I now own a random whiteboard that serves as our chore list. Or the fridge which holds all of our cold food products. No, that is perfectly normal.

Because my name it, which is how things work apparently...

Forget the fact that Mom paid her hard-earned money for that fucking fridge. No, fuck that. I wrote MY name on it, so it's mine. All mine, and I didn't do shit to deserve it.

Let's be honest writing a name isn't much effort at all.

None of that shit phases Nichole, she doesn't even see anything off about it.

It's the way Mom's behaving that's making her a bit antsy. And I can totally see that. I don't know why Mom is going with the shit I write down on that list.

She's the adult of the fucking house. Mom has the final say about everything that goes on in here, and if she wanted too, so could choose to ignore my little chore list and do whatever the fuck she wants with no real reproductions on her part.

That I'm going to need to figure out, I need to see if their a chore so unbelievable against everything Mom stands for, that she won't do it. And that might be hard, cause I just had Mom suck my dick.

And she'd NEVER do that without some magic **** pushing her by tooth and nail.

"I don't get it either Nick," I scratched the back of my head. "So, you're not mad at me? I just wanted to get that straight, cause I'm even willing to apologize for whatever you want if you are."

"Woah, and apology? Wowwww.." Nichole rolled her eyes and resumed tapping on her phone. "No, I'm not mad. But I will be if you stay, so get out."

"Alright alright!" I took a step back. Her creamy legs were tightly crossed against each other. And my eyes bored into her crotch that was pressing against her tight shorts. She was pleasant so far, so I won't feel the best doing this...

But I don't care.

"I guess now's the best time to bring up this." I retrieved the chore list from behind my back, where it had stayed hidden till this point.

Nichole instantly frowned, and she looked to be done with my existence already. "Are you serious."

"Nick, I'm sorry. But Mom is making me dish out chores, I guess that's my job now."

"What a fucking hard job. Look it doesn't matter what you put down. I'm heading out with some friends so I'm not going to be doing it now anyway." She narrowed her eyes at me and leaned forward. With her more lackadaisical positioning, she had gotten comfortable enough to allow the left side of her shoulder less crop top to drape down her arm as it lost its tight grip on her shoulder.

My eyes were drawn to her bosom, which was now revealing a nice portion of cleavage. "I get that. But one of them needs to be done now."

"No it doesn't. They're going to come and pick me up at any moment, so I won't be here long."

"I'm all for that. I really don't care, you know I'm just like you when it comes to doing chores."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow. That action caused her to amplify the small portion of cleavage she was displaying to a much more ample amount of upper tit-flesh.

"It means, Mom's going to be pissed if you don't get at least one thing done. She wasn't in the best of moods earlier. And I didn't want to see you get in trouble. So I was just informing you."

Nichole relented with a sigh. "Okay fine, what is it? Take out the trash? Sweep the kitchen? Mop the basement floor? All the shit that was your job, but now I'm pretty sure you gave to me."

I smirked and waggled my eyebrows. "Actually, I gave all that to Mom, even the stuff you hated doing, like cleaning down the bathroom. Mom never assigned herself that junk, so I thought it would only be fair."

"Oh..." Nichole blinked and gave me a genuine smile. "Thank you."

"No problem sis, but the one job you do have might not be something you'd like..."

Nichole gave me the most deadpan stare I have ever seen from her in my life. It shook me to my very core and made me almost regret resting her limits... Almost.

"What is it?"

"Well Mom sucked me off, and... Naturally, I came.... because..."

"Gross, I don't need to hear that! Just tell me what's on the stupid list."

"That actually has something to do with it... Hehehe..." My nervous chuckle was met with a dead stare. "I came, and Mom did not want to taste it."

"Of course she isn't~"

"So it landed all across the ground, and I need you to clean it up."

....

"Fuck you."

"What?"

"No actually fuck you, that is disgusting. And you know it, I don't care if you owned the president of the united states. Just because you can make up whatever dumb chore you want, doesn't mean you have to! So fuck you, actually go fuck yourself! Making me clean up that shit... If I don't do it, Mom will explode, so you know I'm **** here..."

"I'm sorry?"

"Yeah fuck you," Nichole swung her legs off the bed and looked at me with a face of genuine disdain. "I liked you, part of me did at least. But this, this is fucking insane, and I'm the only one in this house who understands cares. I know you realize how fucked it is, and this power is giving you a thrill. I'm going to tell Mom about this. She's gonna take away that little list of yours like she did your video games back when you were twelve."

Her rant carried her towards me, and she snatched the whiteboard from my hand. She looked down and read what was expected of her. "I fucking hate you. I fucking hate you! You want me to lick up your cum off the ground? Sam, why? Why would you want me to do that? Jesus Christ! I can't use some rag or shit?"

"I now own all of our cleaning supplies, and I'm letting Mom use them to tidy up the bathroom... And Mom kinda wanted the carpet cleaned up before my spunk seeps in so..."

"So you want me to use my tongue."

"Yes."

"Fuck you, I'm not doing that."

---

"You're not leaving until the floor is spotless, I don't want to see any white splotches left. Am I making myself clear young lady?" Mom loomed over Nichole as she was on her hands and knees.

Her mouth was a few inches away from the first of many ropes of ejaculate I had unleashed onto the carpet. "Mom, please. This is disgusting." Nichole pouted.

Mom crossed her arms below her bust. Which made her ample breasts jiggle upwards from within her bra.

Oh yeah. I added a special rule to her cleaning chore. She must do all cleaning within the house clad in nothing more than her underwear. So she was instructing her daughter to lick up every glop of my semen off the dirt ridden floor while wearing a nice blue bra and pantie set with a nice light blue outline tracing along the edge of the fabric.

Honestly, I was more invested in the way her tits engulfed her bra to the point where it appeared she could spill out if she jumps or crosses her arms upwards an inch more. But the detail of the light outline was much appreciated.

Nichole hesitated multiple times; each second, she'd lean forward, stick out her tongue, and then immediately back up. Eventually, she resorted to pleading. "Mom, Mom. Can't you see how wrong this is? Why can't I use a rag or something?

Mom kept her glare. She was genuinely disappointed that her daughter was forcing her to be so strict. But she knew that if she didn't assert herself, Nichole would never end up doing the task she was assigned. "No, Nichole. Your chore is to clean up Sam's cum with your tongue, there are no exceptions, so lick it up and then swallow it or spit it out somewhere. Just don't dirty up my rug."

At that point, she turned to me. I was leaning against the wall off to the rear, enjoying the sight of Mom's underwear-clad figure from a side angle. The shape of her curvy ass and weighty bust were definitely making Lil Willy stiffen up. He might possibly even get a Big Billy if she moved around enough to see her jiggly flesh bounce.

"And you watch carefully," Mom addressed me with a cocked eyebrow. "I'm speaking to both of you when I say that I am tired of you guys ignoring what's assigned of you. And I've had had enough."

"Okay you stupid cunt." I said with a smirk. "I understand."

"Good," Mom nodded her approval and turned to Nichole, who was still hesitating to taste her brother's sperm. "Young lady, I..." Right then, for a brief moment, Mom lost her stern voice. "I hate to be this way with you. But I need you to understand that I can't tolerate this behavior anymore." She sighed and resumed her authoritative speech. "So please, do it now. If I am **** to ask you again, there will be lasting reproductions, and I don't want to have to go down that route."

"That's not it Mom, I'll do chores. It's just... He's the one making them."

"Yes, he owns the~"

"He's making ridiculous chores! And he can just give himself a stupid chore, like sleeping or eating candy. Can't you see how that isn't fair at all?"

Mom paused and turned to me in silence. She stared at me for a second, an action that caught me off guard since I had been checking out Nichole. From my position in the back, her cute, pert ass was jutting out directly towards me. The shot jorts she had on rid up her butt, revealing some juicy peeks at her bottom ass cheeks.

My mother was quick enough to notice my gaze and was not pleased. "We're going to talk." She said to me, and then quickly switched back to Nichole. "I'll be back, and if you aren't started by then. I will be upset."

---

"Let me see that list." Mom demanded.

Geeze, now the blames shifted on me. How am I to blame?

Haha, just kidding. This is all my fault; I'm not that dense.

Mom brought us somewhere we could get some privacy.

The garage.

She wasn't currently cleaning anything, but she still had nothing on to cover her underwear covered body. She stood no more than a few feet from me, with her arm outstretched, as she waited for me to hand over my whiteboard.

And I was going to do it, but really, her boobs were distracting me. No, wait, I'm sorry. Her tits were distracting me. Some could even call them utters. They were so fucking big, but still far from the larges out their.

I have seen enough to know that Zatanna or Wonder Woman are packing honkers that could put my mother to shame. Yet, with all that being said, Mom could seriously compare quite well to them. If she even had her own spandex suit, she could probably blend in.

My mother takes care of herself quite well, and is frequently out and needing to make herself appear presentable since she works as a real estate agent. She hadn't let herself go, and is slim and thick in the areas that matter most.

I'm talking TITS and ASS!

"Samuel!" Mom snapped her fingers on front of my face to snap me back into reality. "My eyes are on my face. Got it?" She frowned and took the whiteboard from my grip.

She read it silently, and said: "You can't do this."

"Huh? Do what?" I sputtered.

"Make chores as objectively wrong as the ones you have done. One or two, I can humor for a bit. It is your list, and if putting down stuff like that is something you enjoy. Then fine. But," She sighed, making her chest expand into my face. And BAM like that I was eyes deep in her creamy cleavage. "You only have two chores, one is to insult me, and the other is sexual. Neither of those are productive."

"What does it matter bitch?" I emphasized the ''B'' in that insult to really push the point home. Insulting something as assertive as my mother is something I can really grow to enjoy. "It's my list right? Right???"

"Yes."

"Then I can write whatever I want in it? Right?"

Mom waited a second before she spoke. "No."

"Exactly so~ Wait what?"

"Sam, technically yes. But I cannot allow you to skirt by so effortlessly while still living in my house." She brought her hands to her hips. "If you don't start putting down some more appropriate chores, and give yourself some actual ones to do. I'll have to put myself into the equation and dish out the chores myself."

We did it, boys. We found Mom's limit! Give it to the mother of the year for finally putting logic into the perverted shit show I created.

I was starting to think she didn't care about the decency of her daughter, or the unhealthy traits that licking anything off a dirty floor could lead too. But I guess it takes her daughter bringing up valid points, and me revealing a more perverted side to my ''chores'' that caused her to step up and be an actual parent.

"YOUNG MAN!"

"Huh?" I shook my head. Oh shit, I was looking at her tits again. God those are nice fucking tits...

"What did I just say about looking me in the eyes?!"

"You have nice slutty tits Mom, I wanna suck on them soo badly."

Mom seemed to fume, and... Okay, I think I might've taken that a bit too far. Sure she isn't mad about the insult part. But I did just insinuate.. No literally say I want to suck on my mother's boobs.

Might've pushed things...

"That's it... I can see this careless behavior won't change if I don't do anything about it. Here's what's going to happen. You will go upstares and do all that cleaning I was supposed to do." She waved the whiteboard as she spoke. "Until then, this won't be used."

"Hey now! Mom, that's mine."

"And this is my house so~"

"That can be changed..." I said.

"What?:

I didn't intend to claim anything notably important just because I wasn't sure of what added weight that new thing I own would come with. So maybe I shouldn't claim the house just yet... But I also want to knock Mom down a few pegs again. I mean, it's both hot as hell and fun as fuck to put down someone who has been in charge my whole life.

And then it hit me.

The thing that was staring me in the face during our entire bout in the garage..

The two things actually.

I smiled and reached into my pocket, where my pen had been lying in wait for another use.