“How do you mean?” Ava asked carefully.
“I’ve dealt with their shit for years, and I’m no longer willing to tolerate either of them in my life. But that’s just me. For you, it’s new. I couldn’t really blame Mom for wanting to try and work on their marriage. They were happily married for over two decades! And, who knows, maybe what happened on Christmas is my fault. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have demanded they use a condom, and the whole debacle would’ve possibly never happened.”
Yes, it was a test. I just hoped they wouldn’t suspect as much, and sincerely think about their options before making a decision. I didn’t want them to say whatever they thought I wanted to hear, just to then turn around later and do what they actually wanted. So, I gave them an Out. The reasons I just listed were genuine points that would excuse getting back together with Aaron and Logan without having to fear my resentment.
“Can ... Can we think about it, Honey?” Claire asked.
“Sure. You should, to be honest.” I shrugged my shoulders, trying to keep my facial expression neutral so as to not give my true feelings away. “But while you think about it, I need you to drive me to the bank.”
“Why?”
“I need Aaron removed from my bank account.” I answered matter of fact.
There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Claire just commented with “Oh.”
When we had finished eating, I got up to hobble into my bedroom, I went into my closet, got a change of clothes, and then made my slow way into the bathroom. Though, instead of Claire, like I had expected, Ava showed up to help me.
After I overcame my initial surprise, I allowed her to help me. She must have talked with Claire about this, because she knew exactly what she had to do and how to do it without hurting me, never skipping a beat. When she had started soaping me up with the sponge, though, she broke the silence for the first time.
“I don’t need time to think about it.”
“Huh?”
“Whether I want to get Dad and Logan back. I don’t need time to think about it. I already told you that I’m yours. If anything, I’m even more sure of that than before Christmas.”
“Oh?” I felt my eyebrows rise. “And how did that happen?”
“Yes, little brother, I like to be used.” she said, and started soaping up my dick, which quickly hardened despite having a quite important discussion at the moment. Then she continued in a rather sultry voice. “What you saw Mom do to me last night, when she forced me to take your cock down my throat, completely ignoring my choking and gagging ... it was a lot more than what you did to me. But I love it that way with her.”
“Wouldn’t you be better off with more guys, then? Logan and Aaron could give you that.” I remarked, and she looked a little angry at that.
“No, they couldn’t. I love it when Mom does it to me, but that’s because I know that she’s also looking out for me. She would never allow anyone to really hurt me. And the same goes for you. Dad and Logan want to do it to me, you and Mom want to do it for me. I only managed to see that after I spent time with you. You knew that I’m submissive, and yet you were always holding back to make sure I’m enjoying it first. And I love you for that.”
Was that it? Was that the point where she expected me to say that I love her too?
“Okay. So, what do you want from me, then? Tell me.” By now she had dropped any pretense about cleaning my cock. She was simply jerking me off with a soapy sponge, so I had a little trouble articulating myself.
She got down to her knees and placed her mouth next to my ear.
“It wasn’t just Mom who wanted to be the devoted wife for you, Tim. I want to devote myself to you too. I want you to use me whenever and however you need. If you want me to stay naked in your home, only wearing high heels to be always sexy and accessible for you, I will. Or maybe you’d prefer thigh high stockings? A corset maybe? A permanent buttplug, so you can fuck my tiny little ass anytime, without much preparation? Or put a leash on me, I don’t care. I will do whatever it is you need. If you want me to spend the entire night with your cock in my mouth, and swallow your load every time the stimulation makes it hard, I will do it until my stomach is so full of your cum that I have to puke to make room for more.”
“Where the hell is that coming from!?” By now my eyes were huge. I was shocked. But also extremely turned on.
“I promised to be yours and yours alone. You showed me the difference between being used, and being used for fun. And then I go and give myself to someone else. Look how that turned out for me.” My eyes were closed as the pleasure got to me. “Yes, wouldn’t you like to have your sisterly cumslut as your personal fucktoy, little Brother? Please, please, accept me.”
And with that, she nibbled on my ear and her hand went into overdrive, jerking me off in long and quick strokes.
“I wasn’t planning on kicking you to the streets. But ... How much of a wife do you want to be?” I asked, trying to hold back my moans.
“If this is you asking if you can fuck Kathy, Mindy, and Laureen, I’m perfectly fine with it. But I will probably restrict myself to you. I know you would take good care of me. I think a man like you is rare.” Then she leaned forward again, and whispered in my ear. “My pills are in my bathroom, next to the sink.”
And with that, she leaned down and basically kissed the tip of my dick. Her lips parted just enough to barely encompass its opening, so when I started shooting, it went past her lips and filled her mouth. She moaned until my spasms subsided, then got up and opened her mouth to show me how much was in there. But she didn’t swallow. When she rinsed the soap off my body, she still didn’t swallow. While she dried me off and helped me get dressed, I could see her cheeks still puffed up and her jaw move, like she was savoring the taste. And when she finally walked out of the bathroom, she was still unwilling to free her mouth of its contents to comment on Claire’s curious look.
That was a side of my sister I had never seen or heard of before. But why did she point out where she kept her pills? Did she want me to know that she was still safe, or did she hope for me to reinstate the fantasy I had provided during her last stay in my apartment? She had to know this couldn’t work out, right? And she had to know me well enough by now to realize that I wasn’t looking for their devotion.
I shook my head. No use to speculate. I had stuff to do. When I got back into the living room, Claire was already waiting for me. She must have taken her own shower while Ava helped me.
In the bank, we quickly learned that removing Aaron from my bank account was harder than I thought. While Claire might be the one who opened the account with me, Aaron was still listed as the third co-holder with equal rights as Claire and me. So, as long as Claire couldn’t provide the bank with a court order regarding his loss of custody over me, he would retain that access.
“Fine. I’ll trust you.” I said, as Claire gave me an apologetic look, and turned to the clerk. “Let’s open a new account for me with only my mother as a joint holder, and then transfer the money from my current account into the new one.”
While the clerk got to work, Claire grabbed my hand and even interlaced her fingers with mine. I could see her bottom lip tremble a little as her eyes were getting glassy. I had not expected this to mean so much to her. Not wanting an embarrassing emotional scene in public, I chose to squeeze her hand in an attempt to calm her down, but that only made it worse, as she let out a short uncontrolled chuckle! So, next I tried to distract her.