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Sister's Pimp - Chapter 20
Arlene Collier was married at eighteen, a mother for the first time at nineteen, again at twenty-one, twenty-three, twenty-six and finally twenty-eight. The first two were boys, the rest girls. Arlene split with her husband three years ago and has stopped looking for mister right. Instead she is busy spending his settlement, which was considerable. Her two sons turned out to be wimps and leeches, both still taking up space in her large rambling home that is free and clear as part of the settlement. In this family, the women rule with an iron hand. Doug and Andy are low men on the totem pole and they are reminded of their status every day by one or more of the dominant females.
This all came about during the rather acrimonious divorce proceedings. It turned out that neither parent really wanted anything to do with their slacker sons. It was Arlene who finally put her foot down and demanded that the two pull their weight in the bedroom or look for a new place to stay. As it turns out, the boys, as they're known, can do a fairly decent job when they put their minds to it. Not only do they service their mother and the three sisters, ages thirteen to eighteen, they also do friends of Arlene who occasionally drop by for some cock. Strange as it sounds, none of the other bridge club ladies have ever been involved with Doug and Andy, but on rare occasions, the boys do service a few of the younger girls in the other families.
Discipline is harsh when it comes to the boys. They get the strap and even have been caned for more serious infractions. Arlene loves to give them enemas on a regular basis, using "recipes" she collects from various sources. To hear her tell it, very few things can top watching one of her boys, hands cuffed behind his back, dealing with a gut-busting enema held in place by a butt plug. The girls, on the other hand, love to force the boys to drink their piss straight from the tap, making it more stressful by giving them hand jobs while they load up on the yellow stuff. Doug and Andy are drained dry daily, sometimes even being forced to have that extra ejaculation or two that yields a watery substance, or at times, nothing at all.
The Collier girls take after their mother when it comes to coloring, dark hair and eyes with creamy white skin. They also take after her when it comes to height, tall, and figures, lean with pert tits, long legs and firm, round bottoms. The girls appear at this stage to be bisexual, but that may only be a phase. The two young ones can't seem to keep their hands off each other and love taking baths together that last for hours and leave them starry-eyed and breathless when they are done. They occupy the same bed in which they giggle and play with each other's nice parts before going to sleep still naked, their tight pussies seeping and their nipples stiff as glass. They usually awaken entwined, lips scant inches apart and their crotches grinding together with every breath they take. It is the beginning of another day of life and love for these two young animals.
The final member of the fab four was Carol Faust, currently separated from her husband of nineteen years. Allen was going through his midlife crisis and not doing well at all. Six months ago he was still slipping the salami to his wife once or twice a week and they had taken a trip without the kids that allowed them to act like honeymooners again. She still caused heads to turn when she padded across the pool area in her bikini, glowing from the fact that this morning he had done her not once, but twice and stayed hard the entire time with a little help from her practiced hand. That was then and now he needed his freedom and the company of a female only a few years older than their oldest boy. It was going to cost him plenty, but to him it was worth it, at least that's what he said. His business was booming and he could afford to offer her enough money to raise the kids and live out her life in their house that he was offering her as well.
They had four children, two of each ranging in age from thirteen to eighteen. The girls were at that time when they were becoming aware of their ability to attract members of the opposite sex. Right now they were experimenting using their brothers. Joyce and Barbara were only a year and a few months apart in age. The fourteen year old was already taking after her mother, filling a 34B bra with very little to spare. The younger girl was a solid A-cup and developing even faster than her sister. Their rivalry was a source of amusement for Carol. What she hadn't noticed was that her two sons were taking a good look at their mom as a potential sex partner now that dad was out of the picture. What made things even more interesting was that Carol was finally admitting to herself that she had the potential to go both ways and that was something she planned to enjoy while she could. This was the main reason she became the fourth hand at the bridge club.
To sum it up, there were ten females and eight males distributed among four families, all headed by females in a legal sense. There seemed to be incest or the potential for incest in each group, which was what I had hoped to get. It was too bad that I couldn't entice the father confessor to join the fun, but he was probably having a great time as it was. Add this bunch to what already existed, and there seemed to be room for growth and mutual advantages. It wouldn't be easy to just barge into the bridge ladies group and announce that as of now they were part of my empire of fornication and incest. What I really needed was a seed for each of the four families. In principle Megan and mom could be two and perhaps Martine make up a third. With some luck I might be able to seed the missing family, the one run by Arlene Collier. It sure wasn't going to be Doug and Andy when it came to testosterone. What I had going for me were the two young teens that were doing each other every chance they got. If that were true, then my workload was much reduced. If this were just a passing fancy, my problems would become overwhelming. The thing that was really bothering me was Carly, Pat Carmody's daughter, the budding sex goddess. She would need plenty of attention and certainly deserved it as far as I was concerned. Time would tell as things went the way they normally would.
It's three months later and things have certainly changed for the better. Martine has taken over for the priest if you can believe that. It seems the old confessor was finally forced to retire, leaving his collection of hot ladies high and dry. All hell broke loose for about a week, and then it was mom to the rescue with a solution that was pure genius. Who in my organization was capable of keeping four hot, dominate women in thrall? The answer was obvious, Ms. Martine Calvert, disciplinarian supreme. She literally whipped the quartet into shape in less time than it takes to tell. Now once every other week they meet with her and confess their sins, which as you know is good for the soul. Let's be realistic, the old priest was never, ever going to nail any of the ladies for a variety of reasons. So why expect much of anything from Martine either? Well it turns out that Martine can really handle a dildo since that is part and parcel of her approach to cowing her clients. What was she doing prior to accepting this new assignment? She was taking care of Arlene Collier's collection of misfit children, that 's what!
It turned out that the bridge ladies got very interested in the junior members of the other families; so much that soon they were swapping assignments among themselves and making things better than I could have imagined. It got even wilder when they started taking over the original families that formed the backbone of my organization. Don't get me wrong, there was still plenty of inbreeding, real and imaginary, going on every night, but it wasn't the total focus of things anymore. There were over two dozen boys and girls, or males and females if you insist, and that made for a rich variety of sex partners. Throw in Megan plus we adults, and there was plenty of weirdness to go around, no matter what the need. The organization had gotten so large that we now had our own doctor and a plastic surgeon as well. Dr. Patterson, I think that's his name, was kept fairly busy making sure that all the girls looked like real, live sex bombs, and the boys were better looking than the Neanderthals, who played music with their armpits and did nothing but drink beer, belch, puke and ogle chicks.
My hot mom is still turning tricks every chance she gets. Her following is huge! That plastic surgeon is worth his weight in platinum as far as she is concerned. He gets her special rate, free, whenever he wants her, which is frequently despite her "advanced" age. Frankly, she looks ten years younger than she is and her body seems to belong to a teenager with hormone issues, if you get my drift. She even made an arrangement with the very same cops who busted her originally. While she is seeing her special clients at their homes, one of the cops is always stationed at our place for security purposes. Since the only sex going on at our place involves me and Megan in most cases, with an occasional visit from one of the other ladies who needs her itch scratched by yours truly, the cop has little to do until mom gets home and takes him for a ride in the bedroom as a tip for services or servicing rendered.
Mom has a major following among the law enforcement types, and even attends some of their off site functions as an "entertainer", if you know what I mean. I've had a few laughs at her expense when she's been returned in a squad car, naked, hobbled and cuffed, with what looks like an ocean of sperm seeping from her well stretched cunt that might have taken on more than a dozen hard cocks and usually more than once. On those occasions, mom always sleeps very late the next morning and then moves around the house rather slowly for most of the day.
Megan and I are extremely busy almost all the time. The only time we get for fun and games is late in the evening, if we aren't too bushed. I'd like to say that I've gotten into my sister's asshole, but that is still pending. The closest I've been is to be allowed to rim her tight asshole for maybe ten minutes, and that happens maybe ten percent of the time, not a great batting average. She has yet to fully recover emotionally from the scene at the resort where she was brutally sodomized by the old gigolo. I'm sorely tempted to look the bastard up and even the score, but I just don't have the time. Perhaps that's a cop-out since it was yours truly who let this happen to his sister so he could make a few bucks extra. I am haunted by this realization, and it may take a long time before I'm over it. Thank goodness there is the delectable Carly and her awesome mother to take my mind off such negative things. There's plenty more to tell, but that will have to wait until next time.
(To be continued - rolf palsy)
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