A Stupid Plan

Sitting and holding your big sister in the dark quiet room you listen to her soft, steady, deep breathing and feel pretty damn good about things. Your tumultuous mind was, at least for the moment, at peace.

You don't even remember falling asleep but the next thing you knew you were waking from a scream out in the hallway.

"Oh Lord! What is all this blood!?" Your mother cries out.

Blinking your eyes open you look down to see Fiona still on you. She had used you as a sort of body pillow and was, herself, coming out of her own slumber. The pair of you look at each other and smile.

"You look like shit." She quips.

"Look who's talking." You shoot right back.

In the plain light of morning she didn't look as bad as you thought she would, but she was bruised, her lip was cut, and she had a shiner on her left eye.

She kisses your belly then sits up and stretches. "Mmmm. Thanks baby brother, can't remember the last time I slept like that."

"Anytime." You grin. You had a crick in your neck but like Fiona you had enjoyed a damn fine sleep. With your insomnia of late it was actually strange to feel well rested again.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Your mother hammers on your door. "Jesse, are you okay honey? There's blood in the hall. Are you okay my baby boy?"

Fiona calls back sarcastically. "Thanks for checking on me Mom, I'm fine thanks." She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Your mother doted on you far more than the others and it was par for the course that she would check on you first.

"Fiona?" Your mother says. "What are you doing in there? Did you do something to Jesse!?" She tries to open the door but your back was still against it. "Let me in! Let me in!" She calls out suddenly frantic.

You laugh. "I'm fine Mom. Calm down. Nothing to worry about. We just had a fight. Everything is okay."

Fiona stands and looks at her bloody blouse. It only seems to amuse her. She reaches down and offers her hand. You take it and she helps you to your feet. Before you can do anything else she pulls you in for a big, long, hard hug. You hug her back with joy in your heart.

Your mother bursts into the room. Across the hall you can see El staggering out of her room rubbing her sleepy eyes and wondering what all the commotion was about. She catches sight of the pools and spatters of blood on the hallway floor and her eyes widen. Mom was on you in a flash.

"Oh my god, look at you two." Your mother gripes. "What did you do to him Fiona?" She tries to push Fiona away from you but you hold on tight. "What did she do to you baby? Ohhh, look at your poor handsome face." She was the very picture of maternal concern, and it was all directed at you.

You give your mother a guilty grimace. "Actually...I threw the first punch Mom. Sorry about the blood."

"What!? You!?" Your mother couldn't believe it.

Elsie was now in the door. "You guys fought?"

Fiona nods. "Our quiet, weird, easy going brother...kicked my butt." She reaches down and adjusts her tender woman-cock. "Though he fights dirty." She pats your bare chest. "Asshole."

"You beat Fiona!?" Elsie gasps.

You were about to correct the record, to admit you only won because Fiona wasn't defending herself properly, but your big sister cuts in.

"Yeah. He whooped me, fair and square." She smiles and pinches your chin between her fingers. "And then he looked after me after. He held me all night. What a guy."

"Way to go Jesse!" Elsie cheers, then immediately cringes. "Sorry Fiona."

Fiona just laughs. "I deserved it." She slips from your embrace. "I suppose you'll want to take a round out of me next."

Elsie shake her head vigorously. "No way!"

"Nobody is fighting in this house!" Your mother exclaims. "Clean this hallway up then yourselves. Honestly you two. Fist fighting. Look at what you did to your nice blouse Fiona. My goodness. Acting like children at your age..." She continues to grumble as she makes her way down stairs. You, Fiona, and Elsie just start to giggle.

The three of you set to work trying to daub the stains out the hallway carpet. El brings up some stain remover and you let it soak in. Fiona showers and cleans herself up first. As she was doing it Elsie whispers.

"I can't believe you beat up Fiona!"

"She gave as good as she got, believe me. I wouldn't want to do it again."

"Even still, wow!"

You lean in. "Fiona's hurting El. She's got some problems. It's not my place to tell you about them but...I'm going to try get her out her shell."

El's dark eyes stare into yours with love and concern. "Can I help?"

You shake your head. "Not yet."

She nods. "Okay Jesse. Just let me know if I can do anything."

"I will, I promise." You share a hug.

Fiona struts from the steamy washroom, stepping through the swirling fog with a big white towel around her hourglass body. She smiles at you and turns into her room and closes the door behind her. Getting your feet you enter the washroom and take a long hot shower yourself. The water felt good washing over your hair and body. You stand there, letting the hot stream cascade over you, and turn what you had learned last night over in your mind.

Your big sister was a professional dominatrix. A Goddess. One of her new clients was blackmailing her with very embarrassing and incriminating footage. A wealthy man. A powerful man. A man who wanted to take from your sister something special and precious. He wanted to take from he a part of what made her who she was. He didn't want to earn her respect, he was using underhanded manipulation. What a piece of shit. Your blood boiled with anger. The fucking rich, they just had to have everything. They play by their own rules and they always get what they want no matter who they have to step on in the process. Like a big game hunter bored with stalking deer, this son of a bitch was now after something special. He wanted to bag a tiger. A one of a kind exotic prize to add to his list of trophies and brag to his friends...

It hits you in a flash of inspiration. Fiona's voice from the night before echoes in your ears. "There are only two people on this Earth I could ever submit to. Only two."

Of course!

You slap the shower curtain to the side and leap from the tub. Dripping wet from head to toe and naked as the day you were born you march straight out and take a sharp left. You knock at Fiona's door. You hear a rustle then the door swings open.

Your sister, as always, looked fucking beautiful! Her blonde hair was back in a simple ponytail and she wore casual clothes. A t shirt and a pair of loose shorts. Through the t shirt you could see she wasn't wearing a bra and the shorts did little to hide her mighty bulge.

She sees you and her eyes widen a moment before a crooked grin brightens her face. She arches an eyebrow. "Why Jesse, how bold! Here I thought you were off limits."

You are suddenly reminded that you didn't have on a stitch of clothes. You cover your shame with your right hand and blush fiercely. "Errrmmmm."

She chuckles and teases you. "I've seen it all before, there isn't much to see."

"Hey, uhhh, hey."

"Hey." She was becoming more amused by the moment. "Did you have something to say or are you just going to stand there and drip?"

"Uhhhh...it's about...your problem."

Her amusement ends in a flash and she looks past you to see if the others were in earshot. Grabbing your arm she pulls you into her room and closes the door behind you.

"Quiet! The other's don't need to know, not until I figure this out at least." She grips your shoulder and looks you in the eyes. "Listen kid, thank you for listening last night. I can't tell you what that meant to me. But I'll find a way out of this, don't worry about it. I'll take care of everything. Somehow."

You shake your head defiantly. "Fuck that. You're not pushing me away this time."

She is taken aback at your disobedience. "Excuse me?"

"Listen to me. I've got an idea. This...client, he's like super rich. Exclusive tastes and all that shit, yeah?"

"Ha! Well he insisted on me using his own crop made of Black Rhino leather...so yeah, I'd say he has exclusive tastes."

"Perfect." You look around. "Um. Could I borrow a robe or something?"

She grins playfully. "No, I like it like this. Now tell me why that is so perfect."

"Don't you see. You're one of a kind and completely dominant. He wants you because you're special. He wants you because he would be the first to tame you."

"I'll never let him..."

"Shut up." You snap, impatient to tell her your idea. She looks shocked but, surprisingly, waits to hear what you had to say. You'd earned a bit of respect from her last night. "If you were already tamed, if someone else already held your leash, would he still want you?"

In that instant she sees right through you to the plan you were about to suggest. "You've got to be kidding!"

"Think about it. Would he still want you if you were already...er...trained...broken...I don't know the right word. Would he want a secondhand Goddess?"

She was resistant but you could see she was thinking about it. "No, probably not. But...Jesse...don't take this the wrong way but...you're just not..."

You give her a boyish grin. "You said I'd make a good Daddy someday. Maybe I could be your...Dom Daddy? Is that the right word?"

She face palms. "Oh my god."

"Come on!" You plead. "Be my **** Fiona, just for a little, just for show. We'll bluff this guy long enough for him to lose interest in you and..."

"And ruin my reputation in the process." She groans.

You sigh. "You could move. There are other cities." Your shoulders slump in defeat as you realize just how ridiculous what you were suggesting actually was. As if anyone would believe a guy like you could be Fiona's master. Back in the shower it seemed like such a good idea. "You're right, this would never work. It's a stupid plan. Sorry, I just thought..."

Fiona was now deep in thought. "Wait...wait...let me think about this. Let me think."

Dripping and naked you stand shivering in your sister's room, right hand clutching and covering your family jewels, and waiting to hear what your sister had to say.

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I have revised the "No Smut" label on the opening thread chapter. This thread might not be as wholesome as I once thought.