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"I'm yours now." You repeat, turning the words over in your head. It was all crazy, simply crazy. And so were you for going along with it.

Looking down at this expensive and beautiful coat that Fiona had chosen for you you realize that she was buying this for you whether you wanted her to or not. You run your hands over it's woolen exterior, feeling the fine hand crafted quality of the garment. It was so nice and it looked so good. You wanted to give Fiona something back, but you had nothing to give.

You say in a soft voice. "Thank you Fiona. It's so nice. I don't deserve it."

Her red lips smile, showing her perfect white teeth beneath. She was happy you liked it. She was so damn pretty when she smiled. You'd seen her smile more since last night than in the previous half year. Everything had changed when Allison dumped you. When Fiona realized she hadn't lost you. You wonder how long she'd been thinking about what she was doing right now. If this was what she wanted why had she been so mean to you all those years?

You wouldn't actually do it but you wanted to call Allison and thank her. Her decision to leave you had made you happier than you could have ever imagined.

"Hug me." Fiona commands you.

Stepping forward you bow your head submissively, you knew she'd like that, you rest your head in her upper chest and wrap your arms down around her waist. Fiona gives you a big hug up around your shoulders. You must look so pathetic, so submissive, like such a weak bitch of a man...but it felt so damn good. It felt so damn good. The more she controlled you the more you wanted her to.

"Now tell me you love me." She says in your ear.

"I love you Fiona."

"Good boy."

"May I kiss you?" You ask demurely.

"Yes."

Tilting your head up you kiss her lips, just a little kiss. "Thank you." You say again. "Thank you for letting me be your man. You're so good to me." Your chin was down in almost bashful deference, your eyes looking up at her, a little smile on your lips. It was completely at odds with your stylish masculine attire.

Fiona's grin had only grown, her eyes were ablaze. Your meek obedient tone and body language had woken something inside of her. "Go wait for me in one of the change rooms." She instructs you. "Take off your clothes and get hard for me."

You nod happily. "Okay." Unbuttoning the expensive wool jacket you hand it back to her. You then hurry toward the change rooms.

Mauricio had witnessed the scene, he hadn't heard much but he had watched you give yourself to your sister. The desire for you in the man's dark eyes had increased twofold. You were starting to realize there was a strange sort of power in submission.

As you head through you hear the shop owner speak to your sister. "Oh please, I must have him! I simply must!"

You continued on with confidence, the lustful looks of others just meant you were looking good...for them. For your beloved family. Back here you could see there was a tailoring area off to the left with the change rooms to the right.

You step into a change room and close the door behind you. It had the same dark wood and leather decor as out front, and was quite spacious for a dressing room. Without so much as a pause you begin loosening your tie. As you watch yourself in the mirror you wonder what had gotten into you. You felt funny. Everything that was happening like some crazy **** running through your veins. Fiona's reassuring control, Elsie's deep powerful gaze, your mother's soft warm body. It was all so intoxicating. Was this what falling in love really felt like? Could you fall in love with three women at once? Perhaps you could if they were family.

After you pull off your trousers you stop. For just a moment you'd forgotten what you were wearing beneath them. You smile. They looked good, they felt good. They supported everything so nicely, tighter than you were used to but the pressure felt nice. And they were so soft, so deliciously soft. And the lacing so pretty. You almost unconsciously you begin to slowly stroke yourself through the sheer fabric. Reaching up with your other hand you brush your fingers along a bit of light chest hair. Fiona was right, it didn't look right. The thought of surprising your mother with a smooth hairless body was exhilarating, you couldn't wait.

As you daydream Fiona slides into the room. As she sees you she gives you an approving grin. "Christ Jesse, you are a pretty boy." She steps over to you. "Say, um, would you mind if Mauricio watches?"

Your mouth hangs open as you look at her in disbelief. "What!?"

Fiona laughs lightly. "He's being a pest about it. On the bright side you would get two suits instead of one, special 2 for 1 voyeur special you might say. It's an extremely generous offer actually." She pets your shoulder. "It's up to you baby. He won't touch you, he'll just watch."

"You're buying me a suit too? It's so expensive here Fiona." You say worriedly. "You don't have to."

She smiles. "I want to. Now, I need an answer. The poor man's bursting at the seams." Her hand strokes down your back, feeling along the natural curve of the small of your back. "Don't worry, he is very discreet. He won't tell anyone."

"Fiona...what's going on? How do you know him? What are you hiding?" Her hand had taken over from yours in stroking your hard manhood.

"Soon Jesse, soon." She whispers. "Let's let him watch."

You nod, without thought or awareness you just nod. You agree to let a stranger watch incestuous sex with your sister. Yeah...you must be crazy.

Fiona speaks up. "Alright you sad little bitch, get in here." Abruptly Mauricio appears in the room, you assume he had locked the shop all up. You see as he actually has to catch his breath at the sight of you, reaching up he bites his knuckle as if trying to hold back a sound. His wide bespectacled eyes drinking you in as he looked you up and down.

Fiona orders him. "In that corner, don't fucking move and don't fucking make a sound. My man and I want to enjoy this without a pitiful old closeted limp dick pervert interrupting. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress." You he nods vigorously. "Yes, yes, of course Mistress."

"And just because you are such a worthless little worm of a man, don't touch yourself either. We don't need to see your pitiful little dick. We don't want your filthy jizz in our presence." Her voice, it was steel wrapped in silk. It had a commanding tone with edges of seductive promise.

He is actually bowing toward her. "Yes Mistress, of course not Mistress. You won't even know I'm here." He stands tucked as far as he can into one corner of the little room, his hands in fists at his side.

Fiona turns her attention back to you. "Sit on the bench Jesse. Take off your panties." She was in control of this situation and you were happy to be a part of it. You follow her instructions. Your cock springs free from it's satiny cocoon, a little bead of precum already at the tip. The old tailor gasps. Fiona flashes him an angry glare. He cowers apologetically, putting up his hands for forgiveness.

Turning away from him she hitches up her long dress and straddles you, kneeling down onto the sturdy built in bench. From Mauricio's point of view there wouldn't be much to see, Fiona's dress covered everything naughty. Reaching under she shifts her panties to the side and sits down on top of you, impaling herself onto you. Holy fuck was she wet and ready for you. You both let out a blissful sigh.

Looking you in the eye she gives you your orders. "I want you to cum as fast as you can Jesse, no holding back. I want to feel you let go inside me. I want to feel your cum in my pussy baby. When you cum I want you to be looking me in the eye. Do you understand?"

You nod as she begins to move rhythmically. Her hot wet cunny sliding up and down on your engorged pole.

She adds a last bit, almost as an afterthought. "When you cum...tell me you love me." She whispers. You nod once more.

With that your big sister begins to ride you, hard. She wasn't kidding about no holding back! As you tilted and bucked up into her she was riding you fast and furiously. Her perfect long hair beginning to tussle, a pink flush coming to her striking features. Running her fingers through your long hair she GRIPS it in her hands, you let out a little cry. She holds your head tilted up to face her, holding your hair so tight you couldn't move your head an inch. Her rich light brown eyes drilling into you with laser like focus. Your hands begin to run over her clothed body to both of your delight.

You could feel her gripping her hot wet cunt with impressive control. Tightening as she rose, relaxing a bit as she fell. Sometimes she'd switch it up for a little but she'd soon return to this pattern before long. She was literally milking you with her pussy, doing what she could to bring you to climax as fast as possible. And she was bouncing on you so fast and hard. Shit, you weren't going to last long. Add to this the fact you were being watched by this weird man in the corner...as you fucked your older sister! This was so messed up.

You are moaning, your motions betraying the fact the end was near. Normally you'd try to hold out, take a moment to settle yourself, maybe a change of position. But you had your orders. Your eyes never left hers, though you could just catch a glint from your audience member's glasses off to the right. A constant reminder of the watching eyes. Your hands were clasped onto her tits, wrinkling her nice blouse.

She encourages you on. "Come on baby. Let me feel it. Let go baby, let go. Give me your creampie Jesse."

With a long moan starting deep inside you and slowly moving up through you... "IIIII LOOOOVE YOUUUUU!!!" You let out as you looked in her eyes as she told you. You erupt!

Fiona is breathing heavy, three thin stands of golden hair now hang down across her flushed face, her hands gripped in your hair, her intense gaze locked on yours...dominating yours. She stops her ride, holding you as deep as she can inside of her, gripping your manhood with all she had as your pumping cock pulsed inside of her. "Ohhhh Jesse, you feel that? Ohhh, that's my man, that's my pretty man. You feel so good baby."

"I love you..." You moan again as you hold her round the waist and finish blowing your load inside of her. Her smile left no doubt that the feeling was mutual, but she didn't say the words. Oh how you wished she said the words. You wanted to hear them so bad. But she left you wanting for them.

She lets go of your hair and strokes your cheek and chin. "Did you enjoy your creampie baby? I sure did."

You nod and let out a long breath. You melt back against the wall and let the pleasant feelings flow through you. You were still snug and warm in side her, your slimy mess oozing. You let out another long breath. Your sister kisses you on the forehead.

Just then you hear from the corner. "Ohh Mistress. I-I-I'm sorry...but...please...please may I eat it? I beg, I beg!"

Fiona rolls her eyes in annoyance.

He quickly continues. "P-Please forgive me but....I-I-I'll give you...h-half off...the coat!"

Fiona scoffs, insulted by the offer.

The old pervert was ****, his passions overriding his reason. "F-free! You can have it...b-but please! I'm begging you! I'm BEGGING you Mistress!"

"Should we have mercy on the poor little man?" Fiona asks you. "I'm not sure we should."

You look up at her, confusion once more reigning in your overwhelmed mind. You weren't sure you were following this...was this what it sounded like? It couldn't be!

With a sigh of exaggerated exasperation Fiona says. "I was trying to enjoy a moment with my man you little fuck." She pauses. "Fine, go ahead, lay on the ground. I'm too good to you Mauricio. You know that right?"

"Yes Mistress! Yes Mistress! Thank you Mistress!" He was scrambling to lie on the ground. He tosses his glasses into the corner. You had to move your feet back to give him room. You sit stunned and watch.

Squeezing her honey pot hard your sister comes up off of you. With a single step she straddles the little man's face...then commences to sit down on it! Your eyes are wide a saucers...her balls must be resting on his chin...Mauricio knew Fiona's secret!!!

You hear a wet slurping sound from under her dress as the tailor begins eating out your creampie. He hums happily as he does so. He was making sounds of pleasure as he cleaned her out...as he ate your cum. Fiona was sat straddling his face looking back over his body. A straining tent could be seen at his crotch. Fiona chastises him. "I told you to be quiet. Now you ruin my moment with my special man." He moans apologetically. "All because you were thinking with THIS!" She reaches out and roughly grabs his cock through his pants.

The little man suddenly lets out a loud but muffled cry, his legs kick out. "NMMMMMMM!" His body spasms. You could see his cock twitching and pulsing through the fabric, Fiona maintains her firm grip on it. He was cumming!

Your sister laughs. "Jesus Mauricio...you were excited weren't you." She then snaps. "I didn't say you could stop!" You hear the slurping commence even as the poor man tries to ride out his sudden climax. "You better do a good fucking job down there too. I need it nice and clean, I've still got a full day ahead of me." The slurping and sucking picks up even more. As his body begins to settle Fiona lets go his hard on.

Fiona looks at you, a playfulness in her eyes as she sees your stunned expression. "Get dressed baby, we're almost done here."

Moving almost on autopilot you stand up.

"Hold on." Fiona says. Reaching under her dress she fishes out the man's pocket handkerchief. She uses the fine silk cloth to clean off your sticky dick. "There we go." She tosses it down onto him without another thought. You could now see a dark stain beginning to seep through the man's trousers. You felt like you were in another world right now, it was all so surreal.

You slide on your panties then hurry to get dressed. The enthusiastic sucking continues nonstop. Slurping, sucking, swallowing. When you are finally dressed Fiona instructs the man between her legs. "That's enough bitch." Taking his tie she reaches down below to give herself one last wipe. Standing up, her dress covering his whole upper body, she reaches under and adjusts herself. Lifting the hem of her dress so it doesn't touch him she steps off of him.

Mauricio lay there huffing and puffing, a distant look in his eyes, your creamy seed all through his mustache and over his lips and chin and cheeks, a huge smile on his face. Your sister kneels down beside him, her hand resting on his arm, her tone shifting. In a soft, gentle, almost sweet sounding, voice she purrs. "You've made Mistress very happy today Mauricio. You've done well."

"...mmmmm..." He hums dreamily but does not move a muscle. "...thank...you..."

She blows him a kiss and gets up. "Let's go." She says to you and walks from the dressing room. You carefully step over the laid out shop owner and follow her. Once back in the main shopping area the pair of you straighten your clothes, fix your hair, etc. Fiona giving your appearance special attention. She ties your tie for you again, once more savoring the process. You loved feeling her hands on you like this, you loved her eyes looking you over with love and desire and satisfaction.

She puts the "free" fourteen hundred dollar coat onto you and buttons it up. The tag had already been removed. She smooths it out and looks you over approvingly. You were quiet, you were still having trouble processing what had just happened.

She offers you her arm and you take as you had before, holding it in both hands, head on her shoulder. She leads you to the front door, unlocks it, and the pair of you head out once more. This time the jacket Fiona had gotten for you keeping you nice and warm in the cool winter wind.