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“Good boy, faggot,” Amy praises me, and the chair beside hers slides backward, “You may join us at the table now that you have finished your lunch, slut. You've earned it.” I quickly snake my way up out from underneath, and twist to sit down.

“Thank you, Amy!” I say cheerfully, leaning against her and resting my head on her shoulder. One hand rises and cups my upturned cheek, stroking lovingly, as I look up into her eyes. Her eyes focus on mine, Amy continues to caress my cheek.

“Dean, may I ask permission for my faggot to have one of your truffles?” she asks, without looking at her brother, only at me. “He's been such a good boy, I think he deserves a little treat for putting in so much effort to behave himself so well.”

“Sure,” Dean says, “I think he's earned two, really. I'll go get them.” He scoots his chair back, abandoning his mostly-gone sandwich, for the moment, as he returns to his room. I close my eyes, and simply enjoy the moment of Amy's affections.

“So. You brainwashed him into this, but he volunteered for it?” Emilio enquires, and Amy nods in answer. “Extraordinary. His trust in you must have been ... ahem. Must be, I should say, exceptional. How long have you two known each other?”

“Twelve years,” Amy answers for both of us, because she knows I won't speak out of turn. “We met when my parents and his parents became friends. Live far enough apart we hadn't met before that, but we were both born and raised in PDR.”

“Huh, so you've been friends since you were little, then,” Emilio observes, and Amy nods a second time. “Have you two always had a smooth relationship? Were you always the leader, out of the two of you, or?” Amy shakes her head gently.

“It has always been smooth between us,” Amy affirms, “but there was never really a leader and a follower. We share a mutual respect for one another, and him being my lawful cock slave, now, doesn't mean he is not still my best friend.”

“Here you are, Amy,” Dean says, as he returns, leaning over the table and setting two truffles down in front of her, still neatly wrapped. Then his chair scoots, again, as he sits back down, and resumes eating his sandwich as Amy grabs one.

Her hand leaves my face as she unwraps the first truffle, holding it up in front of me. I open my mouth obediently, and Amy's strong, slender fingers slide it into my mouth and onto my tongue. I flutter my eyes at her, sucking her fingers.

“Minx,” Amy purrs the word, accusation and commendation in one, before sliding her fingers back out through my lips. I smile at her lovingly, sucking gently on the truffle and letting it melt in my mouth, so I can enjoy the chocolate sensation.

“Devotion is such an attractive look on him,” Emilio observes, between bites of his sandwich, watching Amy interact with me. “He certainly seems to love your touch.” Amy hums an affirmation, the pitch warm and light, and distinctly musical.

“So what are your plans for the afternoon, Amy?” Dean asks, “You took him with you to the Community Ordinance Board, but, what's next, after that?” Amy looks over at her brother, as she unwraps the second truffle and slides it in my mouth.

“Once we've confirmed Boris is no longer in the community,” Amy answers, “I am going to ask that my faggot be required nude within the community, at large, with provisional permission granted for him to wear coats in rain or during winter.”

“The sole reason I am comfortable with him being clothed in the community at all is because of Boris still living near us,” Amy tells her brother, and Emilio. “It might inspire them to finally invest in public solar heaters and some rain shields.”

“That would be nice,” Dean agrees, “and I suspect if you tell them he's required nude in two properties, already, they will not hesitate to make it universal, anywhere inside the community gates. Just make sure you keep him dressed until then.”

“Of course, obviously,” Amy replies, “but more immediately, I think, while we're waiting for the C.O.B. to text me, we'll go to my room and I'll let him read a book for a little while.” I smile at her, because I've always loved to just read a good book.

“Well, we should get back to our studies, too,” Dean says, standing and collecting the plates, as I look over at him and give him a big, happy smile, “Yea. You're welcome, faggot. Did you enjoy your lunch today?” I nod enthusiastically in answer.

“Yea! Thank you, Dean! Thank you, Emilio!” I reply, “And thanks for the treats, Dean!” Dean circles around the table, and Amy removes her hand from my face so Dean can touch me. He strokes my cheek gently, before bending down, himself.

“Anytime, slut,” he kisses my temple, “Amy's not the only one in this house who loves you and is proud of you, you know.” My cheek warms under his touch, and he strokes my face, as he touches his forehead to his little sister's, looking at her.

“I am so proud of you, Amy,” Dean says, intimately, and she turns her head, letting him kiss her temple, too, “You're really doing it. You're gonna be a certified hypnotist. I am so proud of you. We'll both always be in your corner, never doubt it.”

Then Dean slides his hand off my face, and Amy's hand returns, as Dean straightens and moves away. I can hear him put the places in the dishwasher, as Emilio stands up and waves to us, somewhere between awkward and cute, for a moment.

Then he follows Dean back to Dean's room, leaving us alone in the kitchen. Amy watches, then turns her eyes back over to me, “Come on. I'll let you read a book for a couple hours. I'm going to fuck your sweet ass while you're reading, little slut.”