Keep It Fun Kiddo

Elsie takes you to the closet Peg mentioned and opens it up. Inside, along with the usual variety of towels and whatnot, are stacked six neatly folded fluffy white bathrobes. The way they were folded you could see each had a stylized name embroidered onto it. Each Bailey had their own personalized robe. Again you are reminded that your family was very sexually active with each other and that this house was the primary location for their incestuous trysts. You read down the stack: Peggy, Helen, Chloe, Fiona, Elsie...and there at the bottom...Jesse.

They had a robe made for you. Even though you had rebuffed them so many times they had a robe just for you on the hopes that one day you'd join them. It was such a simple thing and yet it touched your heart. Seeing your name there among theirs really made you feel like you belonged, like you were loved, like you were a part of something bigger than yourself. While you were sitting upon your high horse quietly judging them for their sins this robe sat here waiting for you on the chance you might join them at last. It was evidence that even when you weren't around they were thinking about you and including you. It was easy to take them for granted but this family really was pretty awesome.

As you beam with warm fuzzy feelings Elsie pulls your robe from the bottom of the pile and turns back to you. You go to take it from her but she shakes her head no. She insists on putting it on you. First the right arm and then the left. She smooths out the soft fabric along your back and makes sure it is hanging correctly, it goes down to about your knees. She comes around to your front and folds one side over the other so that it hugged your midsection snugly then tied the cloth belt firmly. The robe was so cozy and comfortable and felt oh so nice on your freshly cleaned and shaved skin. Once more you note just how happy Elsie was doting on you and once more you are amused by this being her version of "dominating" you. She rubs her hands down your arms.

"So handsome." Reaching up she pats your head lovingly. "I love you." Each time she said those words she spoke them with a bit more confidence.

She then gets her own robe from the pile and slips it on and cinches the waist tight. Her arousal was still easily discernible even through the cushiony fabric. She takes your arm and hugs tight to it, laying her head against your shoulder with a happy sigh. "Mmmm, come on my love. Let's not keep Peggy waiting."

The pair of you snuff out the candles then hurriedly tidy the washroom before heading downstairs. Your aunt was on her large L shaped sofa with her feet up on the coffee table and watching the news with a glass of white wine in her hand. The moment she sees you she shuts the television off. She still wore the white blouse and skirt she wore at work but a couple buttons were undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage and her glasses were off, folded on the table in front of her.

"How bad is it?" Elsie asks.

"Bad. It's going to be a rough time ahead, for everybody." She stares at the blanks screen a moment then shakes her head sadly. "God I wish I could be down at the lab working on this. Not my specialty but still, frustrating. But...we are doing all we can do right now. That's what we have to focus on. We have to slow the spread until treatment can be found. I hope Mom and Dad are okay." She forces a smile and looks at you and El. "I'm selfish I know, but I'm glad I'm not alone for this."

"I'm glad we can be together too. I wouldn't want to be alone right now." El says. Staying tight to your side she leads you to the sofa and has you take a seat on the near end of the couch. Your sister straightens your collar and teases your hair so that you look just so then kisses your head. She walks swiftly to the fridge and pours you a glass of lemonade with two ice cubes and hurries back. She sets the tall glass on a coaster on the side table to your right. "Are you hungry?"

You shake your head no.

"Are you comfortable?"

You nod yes.

She looks at your bare feet with concern. "Are your feet cold?"

You shake your head no and wiggle your toes.

She gives you a soft kiss. "Good boy."

Peg watches you, her smile warming by the second. "You are looking after him well I see."

Elsie nods. "Mm hm. I only get him for three days. I'm not letting this chance slip away. I'm going to spoil him rotten."

Peggy chuckles. "You are such a Mama Bear."

"I just...want to look after him." Elsie grins proudly as she looks at you. "I want him to know how special he is. Fiona is so mean to him and I don't think Allison is much better honestly. And Mom is...well...Mom is Mom."

It was strange sitting there and have them speak about you as if you weren't there. With you mute and under El's control it gave them the freedom to speak as they would when they were alone.

"Jesse is a big boy. He can handle himself." Peg says.

"He's a soft boy." Elsie replies. "He is so submissive. So wonderfully submissive. He obeys so easily."

Peg's smile grows. "Then he must be very happy right now, being your Cutie Doll."

"I don't know." Elsie's shoulders slump. "I'm pretty terrible at being a Domme. I don't know what I'm doing."

"Seems you have things well in hand. And you'll learn El. It takes time." She then adds. "Learning is half the fun."

"Fiona would know what to do."

"Fiona has her own style Elsie. It's not your style. Don't try to be something you aren't." Peg says patiently. "There is no one right way to do things."

"I know." El looks down at you. "I just want him to be happy."

"It sounds like you are taking this game a little too seriously El."

"Yeah." Elsie admits.

"And if he's not partaking of the forbidden fruit...well...I just don't want you to get your hopes up El." Her voice is calm and full of love and understanding. "He's still with Allie after all. And you know that...this thing we have...it can only be physical. I don't want you to get hurt here El."

Your sister sighs. "You're right, as usual."

"Keep it fun kiddo, that goes for both of you. Besides, he looks happy enough right now." Your aunt pats the seat beside her. "Come here child. Let's relieve some of that pressure. You know you can't think straight with an erection."

Elsie immediately perks up. Patting your head once more she says. "You just stay here. We won't be too long."

With a skip in her step your sister heads to the opposite end of the sofa and sits beside her aunt at a 90 degree angle from you, giving you an almost perfect seat for the show to come.