The Johnsons

Chapter Three – Controlling Big Brother

Upstairs, Becky found Scott sitting on his bed, looking apprehensive.  She approached him with more confidence than she’d ever had in her life – and she was a confident girl to begin with.  She sat down next to him on the bed and said, “Look at me, Scott.”  It wasn’t an order so much as it was a gentle command.  Scott looked over and as their eyes made contact, she put her hand on his thigh and gave it a light squeeze.

“Scott,” she began, “I can understand why you’d be afraid, but this is going to be a great thing for you.”  She glanced down for a moment.  The tip of her pinky rested closest to where she expected his penis to be.  She slid it effortlessly toward his groin until she felt the familiar contact.  

“I don’t know,” Scott said, not moving.  But his body quivered.

“Just relax for a second, ok?” she said.  Then she took her pointer finger and began tracing through the little bulge in his pants.  “Look at me, Scott,” she said.

He looked up.  “Like I said, I know it’s tough for you to think of a someone younger than you - a girl - taking charge of you,” Becky said.  “But Scott, look at you, you need this.  Tell me, are you a virgin?”

“Y-yes,” he looked down.

“It’s ok,” she said, smiling.  “I’m not, but that’s one area where I have more experience than you.  And no offense,” she said, “but I’ll bet you jerk it all the time, isn’t that true?” she said.  And with that, she took her thumb and forefingers and began tickling the expanding lump in Scott’s pants. 

Scott’s face turned red.  “I, I don’t masturbate that often.”

“Really?” She laughed.  “My mom walked in on you last night.  And what’s this?”  She leaned over and picked a crusty old sock out from under his bed.  Scott felt a sinking feeling.  How did she know it was there?

“How many loads have you shot into this?” she laughed as she dangled the sock two inches in front of his face.  Again, she reached over and began tickling his crotch.

Scott had enough.  He pulled away.  “I, I don’t know Becky,” he said.  Inside his mind was going a mile a minute.  Her touch was amazing, but he couldn’t allow some 18 year old high school girl to dominate him the way she and Donna intended to.  And with his dad no less?  It was a tough thing to deal with.  But at the same time, deep inside, Scott had always fantasized about something like this.  And Becky was- she was so sexy!  She might be 18, Scott thought, but she carried herself like a mature woman.  She was just like those women Scott jerked off to on line that seemed to take a great joy in dominating men.  She had a woman’s curves too.  And her touch…

“Scott, stop this silly game and take your pants off,” she said. “Then face me.”  Her voice was not the least bit unkind.  It was gentle, a bit prodding, but steady.

Then Scott thought about his “little” secret and felt the shame and concern seeping over him.  What would she say when she saw it?

“C’mon,” she coaxed, putting her hand gently on his shoulder.  She learned over and whispered into his ear,  “I’m going to make you feel really good, Scott.  But it’s going to be my rules, ok?”

Scott could feel her breath on his neck and smell her sweet scent. 

He took a deep breath.  Then he stood up and removed his pants and underwear.  Then he turned and faced her. 

Becky had to keep herself from laughing out loud.  Big Scott Johnson was very little in the most important area.  His little erection looked like it was about four inches long.  “Oh,” she muttered almost involuntarily.  This was an unexpected development.  She figured Scott would be at least average in the penis department.  Her face turned bright red and she tried to stifle a laugh.  It was important that Scott trust her at this stage of the game. 

Scott could tell what she was thinking.  It was his constant fear. Maybe she would notice his nice-sized set of balls?  Would that count for something?  Or at least his penis head was larger than the rest of his shaft.  He had that going for him.  It stunned him when she reached out and began stroking his erect penis.

Scott felt his entire body start to tingle.  He’d never been touched that way before.  Two years ago he was at a concert and a girl tried to give him a hand job through his pants, but he didn’t cum.  He threw his head back and closed his eyes in a state of ecstasy.

Then he felt Becky’s other hand go around his big testicles and she pulled him back to reality.  “Look at me, Scott,” she said again.

When their eyes met, she looked down at his exposed groin, “Has anyone told you that you have a big set of balls?” she said.

“Yes,” he managed to blurt out.

“Especially give the size- oh forget it,” she caught herself too late and then said, “It’s not the worst thing, Scott.”  Then she said, “Excuse me for a moment.”  She left the room.  Scott stood in total shock, trying to catch his breath as she left the room.

She returned with some hand lotion.  “Position yourself on all fours on your bed, ok?  Sort of like a dog” she said.  Scott didn’t like the way she spoke to him, but he felt himself move into position.  She smiled and said, “Good boy.  Now we’re getting somewhere.”  She rubbed a healthy amount of the lotion onto her hands.  Then she reached between Scott’s legs and grabbed his penis and balls.  She began rubbing them rhythmically together.  Within five seconds of her touch, Scott again felt those uncontrollable waves come over him.

“I want to do something,” she said.  “I want to see how fast I can make you cum.  I bet it takes me less than two minutes?” she said challengingly.   

“I don’t know,” he grunted.

“You sure say that a lot,” she said.  Scott had a mirror at the base of the bed that he was now facing.  Becky knelt above him.  “Look at me in the mirror,” she said.  Their eyes met.

“Ready?  I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life, Scott, in less than two minutes.  Before your clock hits 11:19,” she said, focusing on his clock, which currently read 11:17.

Scott felt a feeling of pleasure overpower him as Becky caressed his big balls with one hand and stroked his penis with the other.  His entire being was focused on the intense pleasure he felt.  For this reason, he didn't notice the drool that had began leaking out of the side of his mouth.  But Becky certainly did.

"Look at you," she laughed, and gave his balls a little squeeze to help bring him out of his trance.  "I don't even think you're going to make it to 11:18 at this rate.  You look like Pavlov’s dog.  Maybe I should slow down."

She held him firmly as he gasped and his body shook.  He yearned so badly for that feeling he just had that he began to rock his hips back and forth on the bed in the hopes of generating that wonderful friction with her hands.

Now Becky squeezed a bit harder on his balls.  "No,” she said.  “I'm going to have to deny you if you keep that up.  Now, listen carefully.  I want you to repeat after me - 'I will do whatever my little sister Becky tells me to do without any back talk.'"

"I will do whatever my little sister Becky tells me to do without any back talk."  Scott didn’t like the idea of saying it, but he was focused on his pleasure alone.

"Good boy.  Now I know you're older than me, Scott.  And you're bigger than me too.  But I'm in charge of this relationship.  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I'd prefer if you called me either ‘Sister,' or 'ma'am."

"Yes Sister," he said, praying she'd start stroking him again.

"Good," she said.  "Now, when I'm finished with you, I'm going to escort you downstairs and you and your dad are going to sign that Femdom contract.  Do you understand?"  She stroked him effortlessly as a gentle reminder of her sexual power.  Scott began to tingle all over again.

"Yes, Sister," he said again. 

"Do you see how easy it is for me to control you?"

"Yes, Sister."

"Then do the smart thing in your life for once - submit."

With that she began pumping up and down on his shaft.  Her touch was deft.  She positioned her thumb on the underside of his penis and each time she reached the top, her thumb would glide over the most sensitive region of his quivering unit.

Scott's body began to shudder.  He felt the tingling build from his knees and his nipples and work its way toward his midsection.  The drool came back.  Becky felt his balls pulsate in his hands.  As the clock still showed 11:18, Scott emitted a grunt from deep within and began spurting uncontrollably onto his own bed.  Becky laughed and said, "I told you I could make you lose it in less than two minutes," as her hands steadily finished stroking Scott to the greatest orgasm he'd ever had in his life. 

"Awwwww. Awwwww.  Awwwww.  Awwww!" Scott said as his body released 21 years of pent up frustration that masturbation alone could never relieve for him.

"Say 'Moo!'" Becky said, laughing, amazed at the intensity of his contractions.

"Moo!" he said without hesitation.

"Good boy!" she said.

After 30 seconds, Scott's contractions finally ended.  He felt light-headed and dazed on his bed.  Becky released his penis, but continued to grip his balls from between his legs.

"What do you say?" she said.

"T-thank you, sister," he said.

"Good boy!" she said again.  "Now, I think you need to go downstairs and get some paper towels.  Wet a couple of them and clean up your mess." 

Scott hesitated, knowing he'd have to go past Donna and his dad.

"Don't hesitate," she said.  "Do it now, Scott.  Don't make me ask you again."

Her authority registered in his mind.  He decided it was best to do what his little stepsister told him to do.  After all, he didn't want to disappoint her. 

Downstairs, a naked Pete sat next to a fully clothed Donna.  It both surprised and delighted them when a naked Scott, (albeit with his hands covering his privates), came running down the stairs and went into the kitchen.  A moment later, he returned with a roll of paper towels.  Still covering his privates, he raced upstairs.

Donna turned to Pete, "Looks like my Becky has gotten your Scott to give up his clothing."

Pete's face turned red.  Then he was reminded of his conviction that this was good for the boy.  "Yes ma'am," he said to his superior other. 

Back upstairs, Becky had Scott wipe his mess off the bed.  When he failed to see a spot up near his pillow, she pointed it out for him: "Scott, you made a mess up here," she pointed with her finger.

Once the job was done, Becky turned to Scott.  "Ok, now I'm going to escort you back downstairs and then you and your dad need to sign that contract."

Scott turned to her, confused. 

"That's right," she said.  "And you should get used to not having any clothing around the house.  Come on.  Let's go."  Before he realized what was happening, the younger woman held him by his hand and was walking him to the door.

He stopped.  "Wait, Becky, I don't know."

Becky reached out and took hold of his balls.  She didn't squeeze them.  She merely held them.  "Look at me, Scott," she said.  Their eyes met.  "I'm going to take you downstairs now.  It's your choice if you want me to hold you by your balls or by your hand," she said very matter-of-factly.

Scott felt the resistance leave him.  Becky saw it too.  So she released his balls and put her hands on her lovely hips.  She looked up at him.  "You'll get it eventually," she smiled.  Then she thought for a moment.  "Perhaps it's best if I take your ear.  That won't be too embarrassing, but I think it's necessary to help enforce my authority over you - for the both of us."

"If y- you think that's best, ma'am."  The words just slipped out of Scott's mouth.  He hadn't even known where they came from, but here he was calling his little "stepsister" ‘ma'am.’

Becky's smile broadened as she realized the impact of what had just taken place.  With that she reached up and took a firm hold of one of Scott's ears and she proudly marched him down the stairs and in front of an astonished Pete and Donna.

When Pete saw Donna's daughter escort his naked son down the stairs by his ear, he was truly speechless.  A part of him wondered what he'd gotten his son into.  Then he reminded himself this would be good for the boy.

Donna felt her breasts swell with pride.  Her daughter moved with complete authority, as she held a naked boy three years her senior by his ear.  It was cathartic!  Her eyes drifted down to Scott's penis and she herself had to stifle a snicker - the poor boy.  He was even smaller than his father. 

"Ok mom, I don't think we're going to have any more trouble with Scott.  Are we, Scott?" she asked, twisting his ear.

"No, ma'am," he said, to everyone's shock.

"Wonderful," Donna said. "Then let's get down to business here.  Boys, we need you to read your contracts out loud for us ladies.  And then of course we need you to sign it. 

The two men were made to stand in front of their female counterparts and read the entire document.  From time to time, one of the women told them to slow down, or to repeat an important part of the document.  Both women sat comfortably on the couch, legs crossed as the men vowed to submit to them as outlined in their oaths.

When it was done, Donna handed Pete a pen and he signed the document.  Pete then gave the pen to Scott, who also signed it. 

“And so it is done,” said Donna.  “Bow before us to show us both that you know your new place. 

The men did as they were told.  Inside, Scott was thinking “this is crazy!” but he still did what was asked of him.  All he could think of was what Becky had just done to him upstairs.

"You're both on a strict diet from now on," said Donna.  It's time to get your weight under control.  “We’ll give you the details over the next couple of days.”

The men served dinner in their birthday suits while the women sat and ate at their leisure.  After dinner, the women watched TV while the men cleaned up the kitchen.  Then they were both ordered to come kneel in front of the Johnson women.  The women kept them kneeling there while they completed the final ten minutes of the sitcom they were watching (Gilmore Girls).  Scott felt foolish sitting there, being ignored like this, but he looked up at Becky and was once again completely smitten.  He eyed the crotch in her jeans and the wonderful bump of her vagina evident through the tight fabric.  He wondered if he'd ever get to see it, or (gasp) touch it.  His penis began to grow.

Becky’s eyes were diverted from the television.  "Scott's staring at my crotch," she said to her mother.  It was as though she could read his mind.

"Scott, is that true?" she suddenly turned to him.

He was stunned that he'd been caught.  What was with these women?  It was as though they always knew what he was up to. 

"Yes m- ma'am," he said nervously.

"Call me mom, ok?" she said.  "And look me in the eye when I talk to you."

"Yes mom."

"Good.  Now, both Becky and I know you need a great deal of discipline.  We could spank you, but I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt for now.  You aren't to even LOOK at my daughter's crotch without her permission.  Is that understood?"

"Yes mom."

"Good.  It doesn't matter if she's wearing clothing, which she always will be in front of you.  You will NEVER see her or me naked.  Our private parts are off limits to you.  We both know you can't keep your mind off of them.  It's part of your animal instinct.  But Becky and I will *always* be fully clothed around you.  As superior females, we have the right to privacy.  You and your dad do not.  Are we clear?"

"Yes mom," he said with a note of disappointment.

“Now Becky,” Donna turned to her daughter, “Scott’s erection is a sign of respect to you.  It’s his natural instinct as a male to get excited around attractive females like you – and me.”

“Good point, mom,” she conceded.

"Now here's what's going to happen,” Donna said, addressing Scott again.  “Starting tomorrow morning, we need to get you and your dad properly trained.  I have to go to work, so Becky will be overseeing much of your workout.  We have a pair of treadmills in the basement.  It's supposed to rain tomorrow, so we'll use those.  Both of you will be awoken at 6:30 sharp.  Becky has graciously agreed to wake up early.  Each morning at 6:30 sharp, six days a week, you two will begin your daily training, so you might as well get used to it."

The men turned to each other.  Neither looked happy.  Both weren't exactly workout warriors, but both recognized it was probably for the best.

"Both of you have developed lazy habits and it's up to Becky and I to cure you of those habits.  Consider yourselves lucky," she said.

After that, the women watched TV, occasionally ordering the men to retrieve things for them.  At 10, they decided to put them to bed.  Becky took Scott, this time by the hand while the adults stayed downstairs since their bedroom was on the first floor.

At the top of the stairs, Scott made for the bedroom, but Becky stopped him.  "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.

Scott looked confused.

"I can see we're going to have to work on your hygiene.  In our house, you need to brush your teeth before bedtime," she said, pointing to his bathroom.

Scott had forgotten.  While his little sister watched, he cleaned up.  He also had to pee, which of course, she supervised.  Then she made him wash his hands and face thoroughly with soap and water and escorted him by hand to his bedroom. 

Once inside his bedroom, Scott went to his bureau to retrieve underwear.

"What are you doing?" Becky asked.

"Putting on undies," he said.

"No you're not," she said, exerting a new level of authority.  "You'll sleep naked on my watch." 

He obeyed, it occurred to him, without hesitation.  She tucked him in and then sat over him.  She caressed his chest a bit, which got an immediate rise from him.  Then she spoke.  "Get ready for your new regime starting tomorrow morning.  Just so you know, you're room is no longer private.  The door should remain open at all times.  And I mean all times.  The same goes for the bathroom - unless you're making #2.  Got it?" she beamed down, still caressing his chest. 

"Yes ma’am," he said.

"Good.  One other thing:  Remember the rules.  No touching yourself under any circumstances.  I will check your balls first thing each morning."  She put her finger under his chin.  "I'll know if you've been masturbating.  Are we clear?"

Scott felt an intense wave of humiliation come over him.  While he enjoyed the feeling when she manipulated him with her hands, a part of him hated to be spoken to that way - by a younger girl no less!  And he hated the idea of not being able to masturbate, though he'd never admit it to her.  That all said, her touch overwhelmed his senses.  He looked up at her with glassy eyes and said meekly: "Yes big sister."

"Good boy," she said.  "See you tomorrow."  And with that she pinched his cheek and walked to the door.  Scott watched her ass move confidently in her jeans as she walked away.  Despite the predicament he found himself in, he felt shockingly good.  His stomach churned with excitement.  Becky turned in his open door and gave him a knowing little wave as she exited.

Downstairs, Becky reconnected with her mother who had tucked in Pete.  Having gained firm control of Pete months ago, Donna had no such drama in getting him to agree to the new program the ladies had in store for the men.  He was already fully on board.  But she was elated to see that her young daughter had captured the heart of Pete's older son so effortlessly and efficiently.

As Scott nodded off to an early sleep, Becky caught Donna up on her private dealings with Scott as the two sat on the couch.  Donna heaped praise on her daughter.  In fact, at one point a tear filled her eye as Becky proudly related the way she had taken Scott in hand using the sound principals of verbal female domination, combined with physical touch.  Scott was completely unable to resist her charms.  Becky relayed to her mother about how she had to resist the instinct to be too nasty to the boy.  She wanted to humiliate him much worse than she had.  It was just so much fun bossing him around!  The truth was, Scott disgusted her with his weight, his odor and his general weakness as a male.  But she knew she first had to reel the boy in.  Once he fully understood the predicament he was in, she would slowly turn the screws on him.  She also looked forward to having an opportunity to dominate Pete. 

"Only if I get a chance with that wayward stepbrother of yours," Donna said.

"Of course, mom!" Becky smiled.  "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The two women embraced happily as mother and daughter.  Now that they had the boy firmly under female control, it promised to be a highly entertaining summer!