Home again

Soon enough it was Sunday and we had to head home. The lodge had a breakfast buffet, which in my opinion is the best kind of buffet, and we ate entirely too much food before checking out and driving home. The vacation felt far too short but at least it had been memorable. I drove and Cassie held my hand from the passenger seat, falling asleep once we were on the interstate with its endless straight, smooth surface. She kept holding my hand even as she slept and I managed to make it all the way to our driveway before I had to wake her up by taking my hand away.

"Aw, not gonna molest me this time?" she said sleepily as she woke up.

I gave an awkward grin. I had felt her boobs up the last time she'd fallen asleep in the car, a perverted indulgence I just couldn't resist if she was okay with it.

"Next time, sis," I said.

She ran in and got set up for her Sunday stream since it was one of her best for tips and new subscribers. As always I admired her professionalism when it came to her unusual job of choice, such a contrasting attitude to her childish brattiness around the house. But a wonderful contrast. Who wants someone who's all business or no business? Neither extreme is fun at all, one's a bum and the other's a joyless workaholic. Both extremes in the same package is my sister.

It turns out we were about to need her hard-working attitude. Being a quixotic weirdo who doesn't care much about social media, I didn't think to check my phone until we got home. 103 missed messages, that can't be good. At first I worried our Aunt had died, which would be terrible since she'd just retired and was our only close relative still alive, but all of the messages were from people at work. That was terrible too but in a different way.

On Thursday I had deposited a check for $48,000. It was a preferred client, and I checked their ID and everything according to protocol. They then withdrew the $48,000 at ATMs around the city using the maximum withdrawal each time, and of course the check bounced. The bank was out the $48,000 and the client was probably off on some cocaine bender.

I didn't see precisely what I'd done wrong, I didn't set the policies or decide that we should just assume a check is good if it's from a preferred client and credit them for the full deposit. But I had disappeared off into the most unreachable quarter of our state not an hour after depositing this check, it was almost like I'd deliberately set myself up to be the most hilariously obvious scapegoat in the history and the messages became increasingly angry. Even though I'd followed policy and my Friday off had been approved well in advance, by the last message I was told to explore other career opportunities.

It was stupid, but then again I'd clearly hated working at the bank. I didn't know what the implications of being fired were, exactly, but at least they weren't claiming I owed them the money. I maybe had a case for wrongful termination, but since I was applying to be a cop it didn't really seem like the time to be suing my former employer. Even if it's all legal and my right, it's not a good look in a prospective new employee that they're currently suing the last place they worked.

I told Cassie after her stream and she wasn't that mad either, even though the unspoken implication was that she'd be the household's breadwinner for at least a little while. It was embarrassing to be fired and unemployed, but since I was going to give it my all to become a cop, I didn't beat myself up too much over losing a job I didn't even like. Perhaps I could get on unemployment, and even if not I had money saved up.

Suddenly having an abundance of free time, I was running three miles each day to make sure I was in shape for the physical tests to become a cop. Honestly I was the least worried about those, I'd kept up with my exercise and could already meet the minimum requirements. I was worried about them investigating me, which is a standard thing they do to make sure they don't hire the wrong kind of people, but it would mean they'd need references and would be looking into my life. I had never even had a speeding ticket, and short of Cassie spilling the beans, I didn't see what they'd find on me that wasn't squeaky clean. But still, the idea of being investigated made me uneasy.

Other than that I just helped Cassie with her stream. Might as well do at least that much if she was my meal ticket. Being unemployed made me feel like a bum, which put me in a strange perspective as Cassie's "master". If I couldn't respect myself, how could I dominate Cassie and be her superior (in bed at least?) Thankfully this was one area where she didn't decide to be a brat. She wasn't making fun of me for losing my job at all. She really can be sweet... sometimes. We split chores around the house as always and I edited her stream highlights into Youtube videos to increase her presence and popularity.

She went for a girl's night out that Friday. I couldn't complain since she'd spent every waking moment with me that week, it was healthy for her to have friends. I fell asleep around one in the morning in my bed and woke the next morning with Cassie laying next to me. The fact that she preferred to sleep with me every night was such a incredibly hot.

I grabbed her phone off the nightstand and looked through her pictures from the night before (we each know each other's passwords). She had gone drinking with her friends and I found myself hoping for some "dirt" I could punish her over, but the only racy stuff on there was some pictures of her female friend's legs. That was more something I felt perverted looking at that something I could punish her for.

I went for my run then as I came out of the shower she was waking up with a hangover. That was mildly annoying but it's not like I wasn't discovering the joys and pitfalls of drinking myself when I was her age. I made her some coffee and breakfast and I thought it might be a lazy day until her stream in the afternoon, but she got straightened up and exercised in the living room.

Watching Cassidy do yoga in black pants and a tight pink top had a very predictable effect on me. I loved her small but curvy body and the way she moved. She kept looking back at me and I didn't hide my ogling glances. I don't think she did anything to intentionally put her body on display, but the poses were still very exciting to watch.

I thought I was the one who was getting too horny, but after she was done with her exercise she came over to me, skin glistening with sweat, and said, "We have two hours till my stream."

"Yeah?" I said, not sure what she wanted. Although we'd had sex, I wasn't sure what the protocol was for casual hookups like this.

"Do you want to punish me, Mike?" she said.

I perked up even more. "But you haven't done anything bad. Amazingly."

She smirked. "So? I want to be punished so bad."

Well, I wasn't going to argue the finer points of discipline. I was very turned on that we'd gotten to the point where she'd ask for punishment. In fact, the way she actively wanted to be punished rather delighted up my sadistic alter-ego.

"You twisted my arm," I said, "Let's do it. How rough can I be?"

She smiled. "As rough as you want but no damage to my face," she said, "I do have to stream after all."

I kissed her on the lips. "You really... like all of this?" I asked, questioning it for the first time. It just seemed too good to be true.

"Of course, Moron!" she snapped bratilly, "Why the hell else would I ask you to do it to me?"

"Okay okay!" I said, "Geeze, calm down."

She giggled. "I'm a pain slut, what can I say?" she said, "It takes me to a magic place to lose all control, to be hurt like that, to never know what you'll do next. But I could never trust anyone else with that power."

"Of course not," I said jealously. "Now take off your clothes."

"Oh you just want to fuck me huh?" she teased. Even annoying teasing from her was hot, the way she'd just casually bring up incest like this.

"No, I don't want to just fuck you," I said, getting into my dominant mode, "Although I will if I feel like it. I want you naked so I can hurt any part of your body I want."

That sort of talk only made her wet, I knew by now, and she stripped naked with pleasing speed. It was time for the punishment to begin.

Cassie waited naked in the living room while I got some implements from the garage. Dad built his workshop in the unfinished space above the garage, I suppose it's mine now, but it's full of all sorts of useful things. Buying proper bondage equipment seemed so nerdy and perhaps unnecessary with all the stuff we already had.

I came back with a duffel bag full of toys, keeping it closed so Cassie wouldn't know what was in store for her. She was still naked but dinking around on her phone as usual and stood up as I entered and looked to the bag curiously. I yanked her phone from her hand and put it on the bookshelf so there would be no distractions. I had some short lengths of nylon role which I pilled out first and started binding her wrists behind her back.

"Hey what the hell?" she said, "I think you're the one with a rapist fetish, you know, Mike."

I just smirked, knowing this was all her perverse pillow talk. "I liked you bound the other day, and gagged," I said casually as I got her wrists tied up then pushed her onto the couch to get her ankles. She wiggled in bratty fashion but there wasn't much she could do. I then flipped her over and put electrical tape over her mouth. I'd have to devise a proper gag, or just buy one, but taping her mouth shut did have a crude appeal. "Ah much better, no more bratty comments every five seconds," I said.

She wiggled her head side-to-side and glared at me as obnoxiously as she could.

"Follow me, slave," I said. She hesitated just because she's Cassidy and refuses to instantly do what I tell her, even in this context, until I've tamed her a bit. "Or I'll just drag you."

That kind of harsh treatment seemed to work, I heard her footsteps eagerly behind me. We walked by our parent's old bedroom on the way but no, if we ever moved into there, today wasn't the day.

In my room, I had her stand by the bed and I got out two spring clamps. They had soft rubber tips but clamped down quite hard. "I think you know what these are for," I said. She pressed out her chest like a true pain slut. I put a clamp on each nipple and she winced in pain, but then stood rigid, taking it. I looked at her pussy and could tell she was wet just by a glance. I flicked the clamps and she screamed into the tape. Perhaps they were very painful, they weren't meant for bondage after all, but if she was a pain slut, wasn't this what she needed?

She was wiggling and pain and even jumped up and down a few times to deal with her agony. "Suffer for me, sister," I said, stroking my cock and she looked at me intensely, but was also starting to cry. I realized these clamps were meant for carpentry... was I taking my sadism too far? With her bound and hurting, though, I had never been so horny.

I undressed now. "Lean over my lap for your spanking". She jumped awkwardly toward me with her bound angles and seeing I wasn't going to help her, and made herself fall into my lap. Her body shook with intense pain, and I realized she must have partially landed on the nipple clamps. I looked at her and tears were flowing fast. She was sobbing into the tape. I hadn't intended to truly torture her so I quickly took off the clamps, as gently as I could, and her tense body quickly relaxed on my lap. I heard her breath a sigh of relief through the tape. But damn, giving her genuine pain like that had me extremely aroused. I really was a sadist. If those clamps were safe, I was definitely using them again.

I stroked her hair gently and she rubbed her head against my hand. Despite the extreme pain, she was more turned on than ever.

"You're exciting about being spanked, huh?" I said, "You'll have to a pillow for your stream today, or play standing."

Her body wiggled in my lap with excitement at that. I took out an old ping pong paddle from the garage that I'd slipped into the bag. This was a silly thing to use but she couldn't see it, and I thought it might actually be quite good for a spanking so long as she didn't know what it was. I started paddling her ass hard, knowing she could take it, the wooden paddle making a satisfying sound with each whack.

I could hit her pretty hard and it had a nice big striking area. I was worried the handle might break I was hitting her ass so hard, but it held firm through a dozen hard strikes. Her naked body writhed in pain on my lap. When her ass was sufficiently red, I rubbed my fingers over it as softly as I could.

"I love hurting you, Cassie," I said. Her body went limp as if contented to hear me say such a twisted thing. I stroked her red hair. My erection pressed against her stomach. I lifted her up and put her on her knees in front of me.

"I need to cum," I said crudely, "You're going to suck my cock for the first time."

She shook her head no defiantly.

"Oh yes, you're going to do it or I'll put the nipple clamps back on and twist them," I said.

Her eyes went wide. I wasn't really willing to do that, but I kept a straight face.

She hesitated but then nodded yes, and even bobbed her head back in forth, as if simulating a blowjob. She was desperate to suck my cock to avoid the torture, exactly the erotic reaction I had wanted. Of course if she actually didn't want to, she could just tell me as soon as I took the tape off her mouth. But I doubted she'd do anything of the sort.

I peeled the tape off Cassidy's mouth, yanking it hard and half expecting her to bitch and moan about what I'd done to her so far. But she knelt there in front of me more-or-less submissively. It was always pleasing to tame Cassie, although I wondered if maybe the nipple clamps had been too much. They hadn't ripped her nips off though so perhaps they were just the right level of pain to tame my brat for the evening.

For good measure I cupped her breasts then touched her nipples and she winced just from that.

"Suck my cock good, make me cum with your mouth, or it's the clamps again," I said sadistically. My cock twitched in excitement. She hesitated, then nodded agreement.

"Have you ever socked a dick before?" I asked cruelly.

"Of course not!" she added, and I instinctively expected her to add "Moron!" but after another hesitation, she said, "Sir." Yes, I'd tamed her with the clamps. I was very satisfied.

"Fuck," I said, "That's so sexy. Now do as you were told."

Cassie smiled softly, liking that she'd turned me on so much, then leaned in. Her hands were bound still so she could only use her mouth, which I think I'd much prefer. She took me slowly into her mouth. I believed her that she'd never done this before, she'd dated nerdy guys in high school who were fun for her to hang out with, but not exactly Romeos who would make a girl drop her panties. Her inexperience showed but the enthusiasm made up for it as she tried to figure out how to pleasure me with just her mouth.

She took my cockhead easily then gagged when she tried to take more. "Use your tongue," I said, "Lick all up and down my cock."

She did as I ordered, sliding her lovely tongue all over my shaft, then flickering her tongue at me peehole rapidly. I shivered in delight. "No that'll make me cum too fast," I said, "Lick my balls."

She made an obnoxious face so I leaned over and flicked her left nipple. She yelped in pain, but then lowered her face and I felt her tongue on my balls. She still looked so innocent, with her red hair and soft freckles, no tattoos or piercings, as she ran her tongue over my nuts. Then she started sucking each ball in her mouth, barely managing to take them, careful not to use her teeth as she sucked on them, making me groan in pleasure. She was into this, and having her hands bound behind her back probably made it hotter for both of us.

"I want to face fuck you so hard," I said, standing now and pressing my cock into her mouth. She tensed up, but sucked me as best she could. "Not tonight, you might as well enjoy this too. But next time I'm going to get rough and make you gag so hard."

She sucked more enthusiastically, I'm not sure if out of gratitude from the reprieve, or excitement at my words. She could only take about half of my length without gagging, and even then she made herself gag a few times. I groaned loudly and yanked on her hair, which only made her suck me more eagerly.

I looked down at her red ass and swollen nipples. "Fuck," I said, "Suck my cock, sister."

She tightened her lips, licked my shaft, then took me as deep as she could, making a nasty, guttural gagging sound. I started to cum hard, filling my sister's mouth with sperm. I reached down and held her head in place.

"Swallow it all, slave," I commanded as I was still shooting ropes of cum against the roof of her mouth, "My slave always swallows my cum, and likes it."

Cassie closed her eyes and swallowed several times, wiggling her nose as she forced down the cum. Finally I let her go. "Ewww," she said, "How gross!"

A brat to the end, I suppose. I pushed her onto her back, still bound, and got between her legs. I licked her shaved twat, pressing my tongue deep inside to taste her, then licking slow circles on her clit. She was close already and moaned loudly. "Ohhh Mike! Lick my pussy, fuck!" she yelled shamelessly. She spread her legs as best she could with her ankles bound. She tasted so fresh and sexy, maybe masters aren't supposed to pleasure their slaves like this, but I knew I'd always love eating Cassidy's pussy.

She moaned in unfakeable pleasure. I kept licking her clit in slow, deliberate circles and she came in just a few minutes, screaming as I made her cum with my tongue.

I unbound her and helped her up.

"Wow," she said, "Fuck, Mike. Those clamps hurt!"

I grinned. "But that just made it hot for you too, right?"

"Yeah," she said, blushing a little. "Just be careful you don't rip my nipples off!"

I hugged her, and she leaned into my bare chest. "I'll make sure they're safe before I use them again."

She squeezed me, I think appreciating that I had her safety in mind.

"Well," I said, "Time for your stream."

"I'd better get me a bunch of pillows," she said with a cheeky grin.