Finally Dealing With the Princess

When I walk through the front door, I'm greeted by a surprising sight: Michelle. I'm so used to being bombarded by Mom the second I walk in, it's actually weird to see someone else. Actually, Michelle in particular is a bit of an oddity. If Rose jumped me the moment I came home, that wouldn't be all that unexpected. Still, it's nice to see my sister's smile as I enter. Upon seeing me, she quickly comes over and gives me a hug.

"Hey, Matt! I'm so glad you're home!" She says cheerfully. What a wild world I live in that I can hear her say those words now. "We had a half day at work today, so I decided to spend the afternoon tidying up a bit before you got here."

Sure enough, I notice Michelle has a duster in her hand. She even has her hair tied up, something she only does if she's doing something that could potentially get her dirty. It seems that no matter how submissive she gets, she'll never stop caring about her hair getting messy. Not that I mind or anything.

"It's good to see you too, Michelle. Although, I'm surprised Mom didn't pounce on me as soon as I came in instead," I answer back.

"Oh yeah. I was playing with her earlier, so she's taking a nap right now. I figured it would be nice to get her a bit of exercise while also giving you a bit of peace and quiet," my sister explains. Her diligence and forethought never cease to amaze me. "You know, I wasn't sure what to think when you told me about her interest in playing puppy, but after living with her like this for a while, I can see it really means a lot to her. I still don't fully understand it, but she seems happier than I've ever seen her before, so I can't complain."

That's a nice sentiment to hear, especially considering how conflicted I've been about leaving Mom like that for so long. I did kind of feel like she was enjoying her new, simpler life, but it's reassuring to hear someone else echo that opinion. Between that and my blossoming relationship with Michelle, it's almost like the Random Remote has actually improved our family. Almost.

"Oh, by the way, Julia's here too," Michelle adds.

"Wait, what? Already? She usually gets here after me," I remark.

"I know. I think she might have skipped or something. She was saying something about how boring class was today."

Oh great. Just what I need. Another person ignoring responsibilities to come home early.

"Where is she?" I ask.

"Out in the backyard relaxing. And you should see what she's wearing. I haven't seen her in an outfit like that since we were kids," Michelle chuckles.

Curious to see what Michelle is referring to, I make my way to the backdoor. I also feel like it's about time I had another talk with Julia. I've been trying to give her time to process the whole "playing house" thing, but I think she's had long enough. It's time for her to play along.

I glance back over my shoulder to see that Michelle has returned to dusting, no longer paying any attention to me. It seems she already knows better than to try and involve herself without my permission. A good girl as always, I see. I look back at the door and slowly open it, revealing exactly what Michelle was talking about.

Oh wow. She wasn't kidding. I haven't seen Julia wear a loose-fitting, flowery dress like that since we were little. And with her makeup done and her hair curled, she looks so pretty. She also has the straps of her dress hanging off her shoulders, practically daring her top to come down and expose her little tits. Even with this cutesy outfit, my sister still somehow finds a way to look sexy.

"Hi, Matt! Did you come out here to gossip with me? You would not believe what my friend Monica told me today!" Julia says with a slight giggle. After a moment, her face suddenly shifts to a slight pout. "Wait a second, I'm supposed to be mad at you."

Wow. For a second there, things almost sounded... normal between us. Even if it was only there for a brief moment, I still really missed that. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but what I wouldn't give to hear Julia's gossip right now...

Oh well. I came her to work and work I shall. Hopefully after this conversation, we'll be much closer than we have been the past week or so.

"Would you calm down? We both know you have no reason to be mad at me." I tell her as I sit beside her.

Julia huffs a bit at my words, but she knows I'm right. Well, thinks I'm right. I technically am lying to her, but let's just avoid that issue for now.

"Do you think you're finally ready to talk to me about it?" I ask.

"About what?" She asks as if she doesn't know.

"About the game everyone else is playing. I know you want to play too."

"I do not!" She shouts a little too quickly.

"Don't raise you're voice at me, young lady," I respond with authority. I notice an ever-so-slight spasm before Julia shrinks down at my firm tone.

"P-please. Don't do that. It... makes me feel weird," she says much more quietly.

"You're just saying that because you don't want to admit you want to play along. You don't want to admit you were wrong. But most of all, you don't want to admit how good you feel when I talk to you like that," I say while looking directly in her eyes.

I can see my sister start to visibly shake at this point. It seems I hit the nail on the head. I had no idea Julia had such a strong reaction to this kind of thing. I'm sure some of it comes from the childishness she got from that first attribute, but that doesn't fully explain it. I think that some of this is just who she is as a person. While I could try to unpack what exactly it means, I'd rather not worry about all of that and just focus on getting to the fun stuff instead.

"You've seen how much fun Mom and Michelle are having, haven't you?" I ask. After fighting internally for a few seconds, Julia finally nods. "Don't you want to try too? Don't you want to play with us?"

I start moving closer to Julia. She backs away slowly, but I continue to close the distance even as she does so. Eventually, our faces are only inches apart.

"W-what are you doing, Da- Matt?" She stumbles.

"Let me tell you a secret, Julia. This game of house isn't just about relaxation. It's also about pleasure. Mom, Michelle, even Rose. They were all very lonely. So when we agreed to play this game, we also agreed to help each other feel good," I tell her.

"Wait, what?! B-but... but... we can't do that! We're family!" Julia exclaims.

"It's okay, Julia. It's all part of the game. Games are all about having fun, and isn't making people feel good fun?" I ask.

I chose the wording of that last part very carefully. Julia's first attribute makes her find sexual activities fun, so I just need to reinforce that idea in her mind. And I can tell it's working. It's subtle, but I can feel her will starting to break slightly.

"Um... well... maybe it's... No! I don't believe you! I don't know about that whore you brought home, but there's no way Mom and Michelle would do that kind of stuff!" She starts to raise her voice again.

I was worried she might push back, but she chose the single worst way to do so. Mom and Michelle are way too far gone at this point to care about taboos. Also, as a side note, that comment about Rose was very rude. The whore thing was just a phase. Normally, she's very sweet. Anyway, back to business...

"Oh really? Do you really want to test that theory? We could get Michelle to come out here right now. I'd bet anything she'd happily have some fun with me. She'd put her lips against mine in a heartbeat. She'd reach down into my pants without a second thought. She'd even-"

"Stop it!" Julia screams, catching me off guard. "You're... you're bluffing. I still don't believe you."

"Oh yeah? Just say the word and I'll call her."

"Do it. I dare you," Julia says, a cocky grin starting to form. "In fact, I've got a game for you: anything you can get Michelle to do, I'll do too. Let's see you put your money where your mouth is... Daddy..."

Oh, Julia. You have no idea what you just agreed to. It's like you're doing all the hard work for me. I'm going to enjoy this...