Her response disturbed me, though. It ripped her out of her trance, she regarded me with an amazed look, and tried to say something, but her mouth moved like a fish out of the water. Then, instead of being angry and throwing heavy objects at me like I expected from her, she suddenly gave me this shy look, placed both hands behind her back, and basically presented her naked body to me. I blinked a few times, and a shocking realization made its way into my mind.
The look she had given me before turning all shy and docile was something I had seen before. It was the same as when I told her to get us beers at Thanksgiving. She told me that bit about Logan not liking me ‘being in charge’, but back then the possible meaning was completely lost on me. I had to test this.
“Alright Princess, get in there and help me out of the Rib Brace.” I said in a firm tone, pointing at my bedroom door.
She immediately sprang to action and was in my room before I took a single step. When I entered after her, she loosened the brace while standing behind me, pressing her naked body into my back. I could feel her nipples being hard as little rocks, confirming my theory to an extent. I still had to push her to know for sure.
“Stand in front of me, Princess.” I said, in a commanding tone this time.
It worked again! She hurried around me, came to a stand, and waited for me to tell her what to do next while breathing somewhat loudly through her mouth! I pointed at the pads still covering my wounds, and the still bright red cut on my right eyebrow before speaking again.
“I got all this protecting you. I think it’s only fair you balance out some of the pain. Get on your knees.”
Her eyes grew as big as saucers. Then, instead of just kneeling before me like I told her, she also pulled my shorts off on the way down, grabbed my now painfully throbbing cock, and opened her mouth to slowly move her head closer to it.
Feeling her hot breath on the tip of my cock, right before her lips would engulf it, was unbelievably exciting. Then she closed her lips around it, and started sucking while jerking her hand up and down my shaft. Her tongue massaged around my tip as her head tilted from one side to the other, while she searched my face for signs of approval.
She didn’t moan like Claire had done. I had no indication whether she was enjoying this. I placed my hand on the back of her head, but didn’t guide her in any way. She seemed to have expected me to do just that though, because she paused as soon as she felt my hand in her hair.
“Lick it!” I demanded.
This time, I definitely heard her moan a breathy “Yes!”, as she let me slip out of her mouth so she could stick out her tongue and lick my shaft from bottom to top.
This was interesting. The implications for this discovery were huge. If this girl simply did what she was told, apparently even got off on being commanded, then maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t her idea to humiliate me in school. Maybe, she just did it because someone had told her to.
I remembered the time she came to my room after my suspension for fighting my bullies. She did seem concerned, almost scared even, upon noticing how bare the room had become that reflected my existence in this house, but I was too angry to allow her near me. If my suspicion turned out to be true, I wouldn’t have to spend much time looking for the real culprit. After all, it was Logan who was always running interference whenever I got close to any female in the family.
Of course, that wouldn’t make me simply forget the last four years. Getting off on it or not, it was still her own decision to go through with it all. She chose her pleasure over her little brother’s happiness and health, and I did not intend to forgo my chance at payback.
“Your mother is better at this than you.” I said, causing her to pause again while her eyes surprisingly displayed deep sadness.
Debasement didn’t seem to be part of her kink. She just seemed to like being commanded so far. Maybe also being used. But the look in her eyes wasn’t just displaying sadness. It was most likely just wishful thinking, but it also seemed like regret upon hearing me call Claire ‘her’ mother.
“Alright, Princess. Get up again.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took hold of her shoulders and turned her to face the wall. Then I stood behind her, used my foot to make her spread her legs, placed my hand right in between her shoulder blades, and pushed her forward.
