Bedtime Story

You clean her up, yet again, and set her bound body gently back down onto the bed. With tired eyes she smiles up at you lovingly.

You were still hard and horny but could see that Fiona was flagging. She was willing to keep going but her small body was reaching its limits and she had had one HELL of a day. She was tuckered right out. And to be honest, so were you.

She insisted on staying bound and as crazy as it was you sort of got why it made her feel better. She was completely under your care. Completely helpless. Utterly dependent on you for everything, as if she was a baby once more. You had all the power but also all the responsibility. She could lay all her cares and worries at your feet for a time and you would look after her. It required levels of love and trust that few would would ever find, but you two had that.

Deep in your heart...you wished it was you. It warmed your heart being able to console and watch over her like you had been doing, but deep down you wanted the roles reversed. You wanted your big sister back. For now at least that wasn't possible.

Sliding in beside her you pull the covers up around you both as she sidles closer. With one arm around her and her pressed to your side the pair of you relax and get ready to go to sleep. You reach over and turn off the television, which had been muted, and the room dims. A amber yellow light from the parking lot streams in around the crappy curtains of the cheap motel room. You consider getting up to try to get the place darker but you were far too comfortable now.

You feel a little kiss to your chest. "Jesse." Fiona whispers in a sleepy voice.

"Yeah?"

"I...I promise I'll never ask you again but..." She sighs and snuggles in tighter. "...could you tell me a story?"

"You're joking. A story?" Was she serious right now?

"Mmm hmm." She hums. "Just this once. Please? Like....like Daddy used to."

"And Mom." For you bedtime stories were far more associated with your mother than the hazy recollections of your father. All those times you and El would pile into the big bed and curl up together with your mom as she read you story books. As you flip back through the memories of your childhood storytimes...Fiona was never there. Fiona always said she liked to read alone and your mother never argued the point. For the first time in your life you suddenly picture Fiona alone in her room listening to the joy and laughter of the rest of you. Why didn't your mother read to her?

Fiona is quiet.

"Fiona..."

"It was a stupid request. I'm sorry." She tries to pull away but you hold her firm.

You kiss her head once more. "I'll tell you a story. I don't mind."

"Mmmmm." She sighs.

A story? You didn't know any stories. You start to think. Not being the quickest thinker on your feet you grasp the first story that pops into your mind.

"Once upon a time...um...there was a hero. A hero of the realm. He was a simple man but when called upon he would always rise to the occasion. His name was Mario and he lived in the Mushroom Kingdom."

Fiona, though already half asleep, giggles. "Oh my god." She titters.

You smile. "Now Mario, while just a common plumber, was in love with the beautiful Princess Peach. She was lovely and pretty and perfect. The very model of dainty feminine charm. A true lady. A princess!"

"Yuck." Fiona says under her breath.

You chuckle and continue. "But she was royalty and he was a commoner. They couldn't get married even though they were hot for one another. The Mushroom Kingdom was a peaceful kingdom. A happy kingdom of Toads, who are those annoying little mushroom looking guys."

She titters again. "I know what a Toad is."

"Anyway. One horrible day the great King of the Koopas..."

"Queen." She mutters softly.

"Huh?"

"Bowsette is a Queen. A mighty Queen."

"Bowsette!?"

"Please."

Your smile widens. Of course. Fiona being Fiona wanted a villain to relate to. Growing up she always sided with the bad guys. As you and Elsie would sit cheering on Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia Fiona would be pulling for Darth Vader even though she knew he was destined to lose. You shift gears on your story.

You continue. "Yes. The mighty Queen of the Koopas, Bowsette." She nuzzles in and kisses your chest once more. "She was powerful and fearsome, but she was also very beautiful."

"How beautiful?"

"Ohhhh my god. Like super fucking hot!" Fiona giggles as you go on. "Sorta reddish blonde hair. Fangs and horns, but not like twisted ugly ones, hot ones. Nice tits, a fine ass, a body to die for! I'm talking a ten! Sexy a fuuuuuck." You pause for drama. "And don't even get me started about her cock."

"Her cock!?"

"Ohhhh yeah. Big and thick. Biggest schlong in all the land."

Fiona laughs and though you could not really see her face you could just tell she was smiling from ear to ear.

"So anyway, like I was saying, one horrible day...Mario goes missing!"

"No!"

"Yes. Just poof, gone. Mario, hero of the realm, gone. Without her plumber, who the hell was gonna lay pipe? Princess Peach sent out all her Toad warriors to search for him. But I mean, those guys are useless right? They come back without a clue. Mario's brother Luigi had shacked up with Queen Boo in her ghost house and hadn't been seen in months. No one was brave enough to go in there so that was out. Yoshi, whose tongue was great for licking princess puss, was pretty terrible actually doing anything productive without a strapping plumber riding him. Well...what's a Princess gonna do? It's not like she's going to find him, mess up her hair and make up? Forget it!"

Fiona buries her face in your side and laughs harder. "Ha ha ha ha! This is so fuckin stupid."

You soldier on, determined to tell your story. "So Princess Peach knew she needed help. There was only one person she knew besides Mario that could actually get things done. So she approaches the mighty Bowsette. She was aching for another taste of that big Koopa cock anyway, so it was a perfect excuse."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Once you go Koopa, you never recoupa."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Do you mind, I'm telling a story here." You say with mock indignity.

"Pfft. Sorry." Fiona peeps through tittering squeaks.

"So, perfect pretty Princess Peach convinces Queen Bowsette to find Mario. By convinces I mean she trades her pretty little body of course."

"He he he. Of course, what else?" Fiona chuckles.

"So Bowsette wants the payment first, which is just fine for Peach. Bowsette takes the princess back to her castle and fucks Peach's brains out six ways to Sunday. Once they were done, wouldn't you know it..."

"Let me guess, Mario was already there."

"Fuck! Spoilers!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Yeah, Mario was already there. His big ol Italian Salami in hand he joins the party. And they all live happily ever after or some shit."

Your sister's shoulders heave with quiet laughter. "Well...that was certainly a story."

"No good?"

Fiona lets out a long joyful sigh as she once more relaxes down beside you. "It was the best-worst story I ever heard. Thank you."

"You're welcome Fiona." You hug her tight and kiss her once on her sweet lips.

"I love you kid. Don't ever forget that." She says.

You let out a sigh of your own as you settle back and close your eyes. "I love you too Sis."

As you held your exhausted sister close to you feel her soon fall asleep. Her breathing is soft and steady and warm against your skin. She was out cold, peaceful as a baby.