You remind Abbie that you have a girlfriend and don’t need to jerk off anymore.

“You’re going to have to get some new material, Sis,” you reply with a smirk, “The prettiest girl in school is my girlfriend. Who needs porn?”

Abbie laughs, “You may be disappointed, Beanpole. Just because she opened her legs once, doesn’t mean she’ll be up for satisfying your horny ass as often as you flog the bishop.”

You’re getting tired of Abbie’s attitude. She keeps seeing you as her awkward, nerdy little brother who’d be lucky to get a pity fuck, when really, you’ve made a gorgeous mother and daughter into your slaves, who would do anything you tell them, no matter how depraved.

“I’m not too concerned about her saying no to me,” you say smugly. “Have you ever heard of a TPE relationship?”

“What the fuck?! How did you hear about total power exchange, much less get into one?” She scowled. “Hold on, you just met that girl, and she’s the first girlfriend you’ve ever had. There’s no way you should, even if you could… ” She paused to take a breath. “And you’re fucking with me, aren’t you?” She shoved you hard on the shoulder. “Next, you’ll tell me you got her by casting a love spell from that website on her,” she cackled.

You feel your cheeks turning red and your mouth gets dry. You probably shouldn’t have mentioned your Master/**** relationship to your sister. It slipped out because you were annoyed. Her crack about a love spell hits too close. You try to laugh without sounding panicked. “How come you never fall for anything, Abs, and I always believe whatever bullshit you come up with. It’s not fair.”

“You had me for a second, baby brother. It was just a little too outlandish picturing you as a big domly dom,” she grins at you.

“Well, Tracey is into Dom/sub, and she’s going to be wearing my collar,” you tell her. “Like you said, it’s just too early to go all in on something as intense as TPE.” As the words leave your mouth, you know it’s not a good idea. It will just raise Abbie’s suspicions. But you can’t stop yourself from saying something to wipe the grin off her face. Besides, Abbie’s likely to see Tracey wearing the collar at some point.

Her eyes narrow as she looks at you. “What the hell is going on? Either you’re up to something. or you’re being played. If you know something you’re not telling me, don’t do anything stupid. If you really think you just suddenly hit the teen perv jackpot, remember if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.”

“I think I’ll be all right,” you say. You can hear unaccustomed confidence in your voice. “We’ll just have to wait and see.”

Abbie shakes her head at you. “I hope you don’t end up crashing and burning, Beanpole. Get some sleep and try not to be so naïve when you wake up.” She heads off to her room.

You glance at your clock. You realize that you should get some sleep, if you want to get up early and bike to Tracey’s house in the morning before school. Then you realize you could have one of your slaves drive you. You don’t have to bike everywhere anymore. You text Tracey to pick you up at six o’clock and go to sleep with a smile on your face.

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