Dinnertime

Over the next few minutes you put together your plan with your very eager cousin. Chloe would tell your Mom that she wanted to sleep in Elsie's room tonight. You would order El to back up that claim. Chloe would excuse herself a bit early and go up and hide in your closet. You would try to convince Allison to let you fuck her blindfolded, given her horniness and kinkiness you were fairly confident you could get her to agree. Finally your cousin would sneak out of the closet and give your girlfriend a quickie.

Chloe was all in. With sex on the line she was suddenly very attentive, serious, and agreeable. She nods, makes suggestions, and encourages you every step of the way. She swears herself to secrecy and thanks you profusely for the opportunity to be a part of this. Strangely, she actually seemed proud of you for this mad scheme. In her eyes it was like you'd finally proven yourself to be a true Bailey.

Elsie joins the pair of you as you finish giving Chloe her instructions. You inform El on her role in the trickery but do not go into detail about what you were up to. It is quite obvious she is not comfortable with any of this but as a loyal and obedient **** she agrees to do as you command.

You knew the idea was crazy. To avoid having your sister fuck your girlfriend you were going to let your cousin do it instead!? Not only crazy, but flat out illegal and severely unethical. But every time you started to get second thoughts images...hot sweaty images...of your big sister pounding Allison with her massive cock flashed through your mind. Your sister would hold it over you forever, her teasing sure to only get even worse than it already was.

What made matters worse was that Allison actually liked your sister! You had not seen that coming. With how adventurous Allison was you weren't so confident anymore that she would reject the idea of being with Fiona out of hand. Hell, she might even jump at the chance! While some part of that excited you...

Jesus. No! It was fucked up but this is what you were doing. You convince yourself that Chloe was just standing in for you. Like a pinch hitter. Allison would get fucked as she wanted, thinking it was you. You'd make sure Chloe had protection. No big deal...right? If everything went to plan Allison would be none the wiser and you would have gotten one over on your big sister. Fiona had played this all to a tee to get you to lose your bet on your very first night, but now you had an ace up your sleeve. This plan would at least allow you to survive the wager until tomorrow. And starting then you would be more on guard for Fiona's dirty tactics.

As you ensure one last time that Chloe and Elsie were ready to play their parts you hear laughter erupt from the kitchen. Your mother, Fiona, and Allison had found something extremely funny. A moment later Allie is walking back into the room, a little blush on her face and still chuckling.

"What's so funny?" You ask curiously.

She just shakes her head. "Nothing. Girl talk."

Allison approaches and slips her hands around your waist. She kisses you again, public displays of affection was not something that bothered your girlfriend. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Elsie look suddenly away from the pair of you.

"Um...master. May I go help with dinner?" Elsie asks abruptly.

"Of course. Go." You tell her. She hurries out.

Allie looks at you, truly weirded out by this relationship you currently had with your little sister. To her credit she doesn't say anything, but her eyes told a different story.

Chloe was in behind Allison. A confident grin on her face as she slowly gazes up and down Allison's body. Your cousin was more relaxed now, less leering, less ****. She looked over your girlfriend with an appreciative and discerning eye. Like a person admiring a sports car they knew they had just purchased. Chloe knew she would get the chance to taste these fruits, she just had to bide her time.

You found Chloe's gaze...inexplicably hot. You enjoyed the fact that Chloe so obviously was attracted to Allison. You were strangely flattered by it though it really didn't involve you whatsoever. While you were by no means proud of the plan you had set into motion you were suddenly looking forward to watching it unfold. Jesus...just how depraved were you!? You were as bad as Chloe.

You cousin soon approaches you and taps Allison on the shoulder. Allie turns back toward her. "Yes?"

Chloe smiles innocently. "Can I have a hug too?"

"Oh...um..." Allison hesitates, she looks to you.

"Chloe likes hugs. She's...uh...very affectionate." You say in mock embarrassment.

Allison relaxes, seeming to remember that your cousin was "special". She turns back to your perverted little cousin. "Of course you can have a hug! Come here you."

Chloe rushes forward and throws her arms around Allison's waist. She smashes her cheek into Allie's boob causing her glasses to jam up and sideways on her face. Chloe didn't care though, she was all smiles. Allison giggles and hugs your cousin around the shoulders.

Chloe holds the hug far longer than she should. With an oh so naughty grin, all of her false innocence from a moment ago long gone, she looks to you. "Oh, I just love her. Thank you Jesse! Thank you for bringing her over." You see her right hand begin to drift down toward Allison's ass.

You clear your throat and say with a pang of guilt. "Uh, sure Chloe." You step forward to separate them. "Hey, I think Allison's had enough hugs."

Allie steps back from your cousin. "What a sweetie. I like you too Chloe." She says politely.

Chloe was straightening out her glasses and taking a long lingering look up and down your girlfriend's trim body. She actually licks her teeth, her mind racing ahead to what might happen later. You see her ready to say something, you step in before she blurts something that was sure to be lewd or rude.

"Hey...why don't we go see how the others are doing." You interrupt. The noises of cooking and pleasant chit chat had picked up from the kitchen.

Chloe sighs and says with a sulk. "Nah, I got kicked outta there. They wouldn't let me add the cream to the mashed potatoes." Ugh, you could imagine why.

Allison slips an arm around your cousin. "Well that's not nice. Come on Chloe. We've got your back, don't we Jesse?"

You smile and nod. "You bet."

Chloe happily rests her head on Allison's shoulder as the three of you make your way toward the kitchen.

The three of you enter to see your mother and two sisters hard at work. Elsie was setting the table, your mother was putting a pile of peeled and chopped potatoes into a pot of water, and to your surprise Fiona was standing over the stove frying something up. The hiss of the pan and the slight smoky haze in the air told you the temperature was far too high for whatever greasy dish Fiona was pan frying. Your mother was scolding her eldest and telling her to lower the heat as you walk in.

They all greet you as you enter.

"Hey, can we help?" Allison asks.

You mom smiles. "No dear, you're company. Just relax hun, we've got this covered. But thank you for the offer. Such nice manners."

Elsie leads the three of you toward the table. You are surprised to find that you have been sat at one head of it. Your mother and Fiona generally sat at each end while you and El sat along the sides. Allison sits to your right and the spot to your left is reserved for Elsie. Chloe is sat at the spot beside El. You assume your mother will sit in her usual spot at the far end which leaves the spot beside Allison for Fiona.

Glasses of water were already on the table along with empty wine glasses, though Fiona's spot had a tumbler. El is quick to hurry and fetch the open bottle of wine breathing on the counter.

"Wine, master?" She grins.

You grin. This was fun.

"Yes ****."

She pours your glass half full of a clear straw colored white wine. You nod to indicate you were satisfied with her work. She then pours Allison's glass about half full as well.

Fiona says from the stove. "Don't be stingy with our guest El."

Elsie pours a bit more, filling it three quarters. Allison ignores Elsie and gives Fiona a curious look, her eyebrow cocked. El goes to serve herself when Fiona suddenly clears her throat. Elsie looks up at her big sister.

With a patient and kind voice very unfitting with her usual self Fiona says to her sister. "Slaves should stay sober and attentive, unless ordered otherwise."

El's face lights up in understanding. "Oh! Of course. Silly me. Thank you Fiona."

A beautiful smile slowly grows on Fiona's face. She looked so...so proud of her little sister. "You're welcome Elsie."

You sit taken aback by the unexpected warmth of the interaction. El's "slavery" really seemed to trigger something in both of your sisters. It was both fascinating and touching. While there was a tension running through the household these two in particular hadn't gotten along in quite some time. There is an unspoken moment between them before Elsie goes to pour her mother a glass.

Chloe passes on the ****. "Milk please." She smiles.

Elsie smiles and nods then goes and fetches the milk. She fills Chloe's wine glass with it. Chloe hams it up, taking in the milk's bouquet and studying its color as a snooty wine connoisseur might. "Mmm, a fine vintage." She quips.

El ensures all of your needs have been met and returns to the counter to make a quick salad.

Time passes with pleasant conversation. Much of it consisting of your mother asking Allison about how her classes are going, about her tennis scholarship, about her parents, and such. Allison, as most girls might be meeting their boyfriend's family, was a bit nervous. She sipped off her glass of wine often without really realizing it. She seemed surprised to find her glass nearly empty by the time the meal was ready. Fiona swoops in, happy to refill your girlfriend's glass.

You smirk. Fiona was obviously trying to get Allison tipsy. Lower Allie's inhibitions for when she had you alone later. Fiona must think she had this wager already won. Internally you laugh at the smug grin your sister gives you before returning to the stove.

Elsie comes around and tongs out a portion of salad to each plate, starting with yours of course. She then dresses each with a vinaigrette. Next your mother comes around to scoop a big pile of steaming mashed potatoes to each of you. She gives herself and a very happy Chloe a little extra. Next comes Fiona.

Holding the still sizzling pan in her left hand she has tongs in her right. She walks up to your girlfriend and lowers the pan. Inside you see big half charred links of bratwurst along side shriveled and burnt little wieners. Seeing the thick lengthy links along side the short slender dogs instantly evoked images of that fateful day as you and your hung siblings lined shoulder to shoulder and erect. You can't stop a blush from rising in your cheeks. Fiona feasts on your discomfort.

"You want a nice big sausage or a little wiener?" Fiona asks your girlfriend bluntly.

You grimace. What an asshole!

Allison looks over the options. The wrinkly mostly blackened hot dog wieners looked positively inedible. "Um...I'd like a sausage please."

Fiona laughs. "Yeah you do. Ha! Who wouldn't? A fuckin wiener would just leave ya hungry for more." She slaps down a glistening link onto the plate with a hard rough plop, she was sure to choose the largest in the pan for her.

Allison, clueless about what this odd behavior was referencing, just lets out an awkward laugh. "Yeah, sure."

Fiona then goes around and asks the same of Chloe and your mom. Each of them ask for the much tastier looking beefy bratwursts. Your mother asks for two as one wasn't enough for her., she always had a healthy appetite. Your sister tongs out the sausages to them. Fiona does not offer you or Elsie any. Instead, with the newfound level of deference she had for El, she passes the pan and tongs to Elsie. She might be going to war with you, but she seemed to respect the hell out of what Elsie was doing.

You just barely hear Fiona whisper to her little sister. "Serve your master first."

Elsie nods. Taking the food she approaches you. "Master?"

Your blush still burning your cheeks you grumble. "Yeah, sausage."

El serves you. In the pan there remained a single link of sausage and half a dozen rejected and sad looking little wieners.

Elsie takes the least burnt hot dog for herself. Your blush only intensifies. "El, you don't have to..."

She just smiles sweetly. "I don't care for bratwurst sir."

You sigh and shake your head. Allison was all sorts of confused. She could tell something was going on between you and your sisters but she hadn't a clue as to what. Politely she sits patiently. She nervously takes another sip of wine.

Elsie returns the pan to the stove then slips into her place beside you. Fiona pours herself a scotch, neat, then takes her seat at Allie's side.

Your mother looks around the table at each of you. Her cherubic face beaming with a bright honest grin. "Isn't this nice."