Is the deal still on The table?

It occurs to you that whether your brother truly wants you or not, you are his for the rest of my life. In fact, beyond the required number of sexual encounters that your father set up, if he doesn't care for you, he could alter the contract so that he could sell you out to anyone or everyone. You hear a thud coming from the next room over, which rips you from your thoughts about your fears. You can only assume that the noise came from Dad throwing one of those three women onto the bed. That sound makes you suddenly feel entirely lonely, and what comes out of my mouth next is only out of complete desire to remove the feeling of being alone, and not to be sold for sexual favors.

"K… k… Kid is the deal still on the table."

He stutters like you, "wh … What deal?"

You know you have to twist his words, but it’s for the best. "You said you wanted to 'be' with me forever. Well, we can be together forever now."

He stutters out the question, "What do you mean?"

It sickens you to have to ask to marry your brother. As the most popular and hottest high school girl that you were just over a few years ago, you would never have dreamed that you would not only have to propose to a man but also spell it out to him. "Well, you know I could be your loving ...submissive… wife."

Your brother screams, "Wife!?!... Wife!!! You want to be my wife… You are my sister!"

"Kid, that brother-sister problem is long out the window. We already have to have a kid together, and you have said that I was the girl of your dreams multiple times."

He pauses for a second, "I only said that before I knew it was you!"

Your attempts are not going well, but you can't give up. You don't want to be alone, and indeed, you don't want to be sold off to strangers. "I warned you about that, and you even said you didn't care who it was. Well, it's me, and I'm willing to be whatever you want."

He stutters again, "whatever I want?"

You know you shouldn't agree to this, but you're already stuck with him; at least this way, you are not just some second-hand trash that he will pass off whenever he feels like it. "Yes, kid, whatever you want."

You can see it on his face; he is slowly beginning to like the idea. "You said submissive to… Does that mean you will always do whatever I say?"

"Yes. The contract will still be in place, so I will have to."

He doesn't say a word for a full two minutes, long enough for your mind to drift back to the events of the neighboring room. You can hear the faint sound of the bed creaking. It is still too soft for your brother to understand on the other side of the room.

Your brother finally breaks the silence, "I think I can agree to that… At least until I find someone else."

That last set of words are like daggers to your gut, and you groan. He had to add the second part. Because of that, you knew you would have to fight for the rest of your life to keep him. This relationship isn't going to be fair, but you can almost take relief in the fact that it was never going to be. At least this way, it is a little bit more reasonable for you.

He finally gets some guts as a man and says, "Well, 'honey,' I think we are supposed to fuck now." And he points to the bed. You nervously and slowly crawl your naked body over to the bed as he finishes taking off his pants. When he is done, he equally nervously and slowly walks over to the bed. Even in the dim light, you can tell he is still much too soft to enter you.