Man of the Family

With a sigh you silently curse your big sister. Fucking Fiona. You loved her to bits and you knew she loved you but even after all these years she just could not resist fucking with you when an opportunity presented itself. After another moment of holding your distraught cousin you actually came around to being thankful for your sister making herself scarce. Her being here would only make things more difficult and more…weird. Right now Chloe needed a strong and guiding presence and, like it or not, it was going to have to be you. As the ‘man of the family’ there were times when you were called upon. This was one of those times.

“Come on, Chloe.” You say gently. “Let’s sit down, hm?”

“Okay.” She whispers.

Keeping an arm around her you lead her to her cot, the only piece of furniture there was to sit on in this little cell. Along the way you check the door. Not locked. Fiona hadn’t been THAT cruel. The moment the pair of you sit down on the cot she leans her scant weight into you, her head resting on your shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay, Chloe.” You kiss her head. “I’m here now.”

“Oh, Jesse. I missed you. I missed you all so much.”

“And we’ve been sick with worry about you.” You pet her smooth hair. “No more running away now, promise?”

“I promise.” She says. “I won’t ever leave my family. Never again.”

“Okay, first thing first.” You say. “Let’s get that damn contraption off of you. You don’t need to suffer anymore.”

“But…”

“We’re taking it off.” You say again, warmly but firmly. “You hear me?”

“Mm.” She nods. Unlike with Fiona she wasn’t intimidated by your authority but comforted by it. “Okay, Jesse. If you say so.”

“It’s gonna be okay.” You kiss her cheek, then notice a little blush rise in it as you pull away.

Pushing her glasses higher up her nose she looks down at her crotch. “It’s been so long. I…don’t know what’ll happen when it comes off.”

“I do.” You squeeze her shoulder. “Elsie and I fooled around with a cage for a couple of weeks. She liked the idea of being locked and me being her key holder. Gals like you and El weren’t really meant to be locked up though. After a bit El couldn’t stand the pressure anymore.”

“It hurts.”

“I know, Chloe. I know.” You assure her. “You’re gonna get hard pretty quick. Then I’m gonna help you cum, okay?”

“You!?”

“Yes.” You smile. “I’m a little out of practice but…I don’t think I’ve entirely lost my touch.”

“But…I thought you didn’t…”

“I don’t.” You say. “But we can make an exception. Just this one time. Would that be okay?”

“Yeah.” She says softly, a little smile flitting around at the corner of her lips. “You’d really do that for me?”

“Yes, Chloe. I’d do that for you.” Even you were a little surprised to hear yourself say that. Whether it was what happened with Penny, what Penny said about letting go of Elsie, or something Fiona had said a once hard border in your moral landscape was once more feeling awfully squishy. It helped that you truly wanted to help your cousin and this seemed the most direct way of doing it. For some weird reason the females of your family thought you were sexy as hell so you knew this would be a heck of a nice reward for her. “Alright. Where’s the key?”

Chloe brings the teddy bear onto her knees and lightly rubs its one button eye. “He’s keeping it safe for me.”

“It’s…inside the bear?”

“Mm.” She nods. After a long moment she suddenly hugs the stuffed bear with all her might. Pressing her face into its head she kisses it as hard as she can then whispers. “Goodbye, Daddy. I’m…sorry.” With that she plops it down onto your lap and turns her head away, unable to bear the sight of it any longer.

“Hey.” You say. “It doesn’t have to be goodbye. Mom can patch him right back up again.”

“Mm.” She shakes her head. “No. I…I…I need let him go now. I can’t keep…I can’t…”

“Shhh.” You stroke her bony back. “It’s okay. I understand. More than most.”

“I don’t want to see.”

“Okay, Chloe. You don’t have to.” You say. “Just close your eyes and cover your ears.” She does as you tell her. Feeling around the bear’s seams you find the weakest point, right at the ass. With a bit of effort you are able to tear the seam open. Jamming your fist up the bear’s hole you feel around inside of it until, right where its heart would be, you feel something small and hard. You pull the key out then stuff the physical reminder of Chloe’s great sin into her pillowcase and slide it under the bed. With a soft pat to your cousin’s knee you say loud enough for her to hear. “You ready, sweetie?”

“Sweetie?” Chloe turns back to you. Her eyes cast about as if you’d somehow made the bear vanish by magic. She takes a deep breath and as she lets it out you can literally watch years of guilt and torment release their grip on her. You show her the key. Without a word needing to be spoken she just nods once, smiles, the rises to her feet. In one great movement she lifts her whole habit up and off of her skinny body. Turning toward you she comes to stand in front of where you sat.

“Aw, Chloe.” You lay a hand along her side, feeling her ribs through her skin. “When we’re done here I’m getting you out of here, okay? I’m taking you to Mom. She’ll put some meat back on your bones.”

“But…Fiona’s hiding me.”

“It’s been years, Chloe.” You say. “There’s no way they’re still looking for you that hard. Keep your head down and I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“Auntie Helen?”

“She’s been terribly lonely at the house since Fiona and I moved out all those years ago.” You say. “She never really got over empty nest. You would make her whole year if you agreed to stay with her awhile. Unless you want to stay here.”

Her eyes drift over to the crucifix then back to you. “No. I wanna…I wanna go home, Jesse.”

“Atta girl.” You say. “We’re almost there.”

Your gaze pans down her slight nude frame to the medieval looking **** device that your cousin had affixed to herself. The tip of the cock cage part of the chastity belt dripped steadily with precum and her inner thighs shone with fresh pussy juice. Just behind the steel dome caging her cock you were now close enough to see her balls, huge and an angry bluish-purple. It appeared as if the whole kit would come undone once you used the key in the little keyhole at the front of the belt piece. Leaning to the side you pull the little table with the pitcher of water closer. You then pull the blanket from under your butt to act as a wash cloth.

Rubbing her pale, slender thigh you say. “I’m gonna clean you up and um…”

“Clear out the plumbing?”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah. Something like that.”