Chapter 2007 - 5

It was a beautiful morning. The heat from the day before was gone and a comfortable breeze brought the fragrant aromas of early summer. The sun shined bright and clean. It was one of those rare days. You know the type. A day like this might be remembered for years to come. I was certain that I would never forget it. I just wasn't sure how what kind of memories it would bring and it had nothing to do with the weather.

"Um Brian," my sister began, her tone nervous, determined and more than a little excited. "Why are we just sitting here?" We were parked on the side of the road only half way to our destination.

"I'm thinking," I replied, rubbing my temples. I knew it wasn't much of an answer, but it was all I had to offer at the moment. My mind raced. I had a clear goal when we left the house. It was still there, but something else had hit me on the way and I needed time to digest it. Lisa looked at me carefully, saw my expression and thankfully decided to wait out my silence.

I'm not sure how long we sat like that, but eventually I pulled back into traffic. I didn't offer a reason for stopping despite my sister looking at me expectantly. I was sure she would ask, but she didn't. It suddenly struck me as odd that my older sister was acting the way she was. Lisa was never shy about grilling me on things in the past. Then again, things had changed a lot between us. Now was not the time to push me and she knew it.

We arrived at our destination and got out of the car. I looked at the apartment building in front of us and frowned. I wasn't ready to go in yet. I stood there staring off into the distance. Lisa waited in silence for a few moments before finally asking a question.

"Now what? I mean, it's not like she's going to let us just walk right in."

There was no need for her to mention who the 'she' was by name. It's not like I could forget Megan. After all, she had taken the woman I loved from me.

This was my fight, but it felt good to have my sister with me. She was the only person I could trust enough to bring along. I loved mom, but she wouldn't be able to deal with what was about to happen. Hell, I wasn't sure I could.

"And how exactly is she going to stop us?" I asked in reply, my tone cold, my anger obvious. I was fighting hard not to lose it.

I'd never cared for someone the way I did Rhonda. She had convinced me that she felt the same and I believed her. I woke up this morning, found her gone and was ready to storm her older sister's apartment to get the woman I loved back. I was on my way to do exactly that when a sudden realization hit me.

I thought Rhonda and I would be together forever, yet one call from Megan and she disappeared without a word. Okay, she'd left a note and I was reasonably certain her older sister had blackmailed Rhonda, but on some level it didn't matter.

Intellectually, I understood Rhonda's choice. She was always protective of her younger sister Gabby, especially when it came to Megan. I was pretty sure that her older sister had used that to blackmail Rhonda into returning to her. It made all the sense in the world except for one detail. Rhonda was mine.

She said she'd given herself to me body and soul, but on the car ride over I realized it wasn't true. She couldn't have left me if it were, not even for her little sister. That's why I pulled off the road. That's why I hesitated now. I was stunned by my own emotions at the situation, but that didn't make them any less real. I was as angry with Rhonda as I was with Megan, maybe even more so. I didn't necessarily like myself for feeling the way I did, but it was what it was.

I almost turned the car around twice on the way over despite my commitment to getting Rhonda back. The truth was that I wasn't really sure what to do with her once I reclaimed her from Megan. I might be able to forgive her in time. I just wasn't sure I could forget. My mind was a complete jumble.

The only thing worse than fighting to control the rage welling up inside of me was coping with how much worse it became when it mixed with my fear, and I was honest enough with myself to admit I was frightened. It wasn't of Megan or the coming fight though. It was of what came afterward. I knew deep down that I loved and wanted Rhonda in my life, but I also needed to trust her to be mine like she promised.

"Well, Megan could call the police," Lisa replied with a frown. I blinked twice and then shook my head. It was too late to stop now. I might be confused about Rhonda, but I wasn't about her older sister. She was a cruel, controlling bitch and it was time we had it out.

"Not Megan," I said confidently as we started moving again. "She'll want to rub what's happened in. The best way to do that is let me see what she's done to Rhonda."

"It's going to be bad," Lisa said, swallowing hard once. I nodded, but didn't comment because I was afraid I'd say something that would shock my sister. Something like Rhonda was getting what she deserved. I might feel revolted by the thought, but that didn't mean a part of me didn't believe it.

'What kind of a man loves a woman and can feel that way?' I asked myself. The only answers that came to mind didn't help in the least. I took a deep breath and let it out. It only helped a little, just enough for me to admit that I was hurting bad and feeling betrayed and that probably now wasn't the best time to come to any conclusions about Rhonda, myself or our relationship.

"Brian?" Lisa asked when I remained silent. My sister had no idea what was going through my head and I didn't know how she would react once she learned the truth. Hell, I was still trying to come to grips with it myself.

It might disgust her so much that she would leave. Deep down I knew that I'd let her. Lisa was mine, but she was also my sister. I wanted her to be happy more than I wanted her to be mine. I couldn't say the same for Rhonda. Maybe I didn't love her enough. Maybe I loved her too much.

I'd been forced to see myself in a different light over the last twenty-four hours, but it wasn't a complete surprise. I had months to see it coming. My dominance over my mother, sister and Rhonda was benevolent up to now, but it was there just the same. I doubted there would be anything benign about how I reacted to Rhonda from this point forward. She'd forfeited that when she left me. I also didn't expect that what was about to happen with Megan would fall under any sense of the words benevolent or benign.

Megan was nothing like her sister, but still, I wanted her. I wanted to control her and make her mine. I had from the first, only I was too frightened of what I was becoming at the time to act on it. That was no longer true. The ironic part was that after Rhonda gave herself to me nothing would ever have come of my desire for her older sister if Megan had just left what was mine alone. She hadn't and now there was no stopping what the darkest part of me wanted.

"Lisa," I said suddenly, facing my sister. "I don't think you're going to like what's coming. Maybe you should go back home."

"No little brother," she said confidently. "I'm not letting you go in there alone. We've always been there for each other and something like this isn't going to change that. I won't let you face Megan alone."

"I appreciate that," I said slowly. "But I don't think you understand. I'm not worried about Megan. I'm worried about what she'll bring out in me." Lisa tilted her head ever so slightly and looked at me.

"You don't think I know that?" she finally asked. "Just because you haven't said anything, don't think I don't know what's going through your head."

"You don't," I disagreed. Lisa actually laughed briefly. I frowned in confusion. My sister saw and sighed, growing serious.

"Brian, you are my younger brother and still, I let you mark me as yours," she said, meeting my eyes. "It wasn't the heat of the moment that made me do that. It wasn't done lightly. I gave myself to you and despite mom saying that one day I'll leave and start my own family, deep down I know that's not true. So do you. I've let you mark me a half dozen times since that first time."

"Lisa..." I began, but she cut me off. It irritated me, but I knew Lisa did it out of love.

"Do you really think I would have given myself to you if I didn't know you well enough to predict what you're feeling?" my sister asked. I rubbed my hand through my hair. It didn't help the confused thoughts battled inside my head.

"I'm not the man you think I am," I sighed. "Not today. I'm barely holding it together and it scares the hell out of me!"

"I know," my sister said, pulling me into a hug. I accepted it stiffly. "Don't let it. You know you aren't the only one who's been thinking about what's happened to our family ever since this all began. The only difference is that I accepted it a long time ago. I never knew the void I had in my life until you filled it. Brian, never doubt that you're a good man."

I pushed my sister back at arm's length for a moment. I looked into her eyes and saw that she meant it, every word of it. I kissed her once with surprising passion. She looked up at me afterward and I saw everything she was trying to tell me in that moment. She was mine. She wanted to be mine. She had no reservations about it. I hugged her tight. Maybe I was uncertain of Rhonda, but after tonight I'd never be about Lisa again.

"You're not the monster you think you are," my sister continued. "It's time you stopped fighting against your true nature and accepted yourself as you are. I do. That's why I let you mark me as yours. You're the only man I'd willingly let dominate me. Mom feels the same way although she says it differently."

"And what about Rhonda?" I found myself asking.

"Ah, and now we come to the crux of the issue," my sister said, stepping back and looking up into my eyes once more.

"Rhonda said she was mine and I thought she meant it," I said, the hurt obvious in my voice. "But suddenly on the car ride over I realized it couldn't be true. If it were, she wouldn't have left the way she did."

"You're right," Lisa said, surprising me. "I was afraid of this, but not really surprised."

"I don't understand," I frowned.

"Brian, Rhonda loves you," my sister smiled sadly. "Never doubt that. And she wants to be yours, but its not that simple. You don't just walk away from the years of domination Megan had over Rhonda. I don't think it's humanly possible. You're acting like Rhonda had a choice and she didn't."

I'm sure I looked completely stunned as what my sister said sunk it. It made so much sense that I was surprised I couldn't see it without my sister pointing it out. It was all so obviousness now.

"How could I have been so stupid?" I found myself asking.

"Young love," Lisa laughed. "The only way to truly make Rhonda yours is to break her sister's hold on her."

Suddenly, I was in full control of myself again. Oh, I was mad as hell at a lot of things, but that was okay. I could fix them now. I thought Rhonda chose Megan over me, but that wasn't it at all. You have to have control to make a choice and Megan had stripped Rhonda of that a long time ago. It was amazing that my girl was able to hold off returning to her sister as long as she did. That had to be love.

"Either that or just break Megan altogether," I grinned coldly, no longer worried at how my sister would react. Lisa shrugged.

"Anything you want," she said. "You're the boss." And for the first time since all of this started happening, I truly accepted it on every level as the truth. I was done worrying about things that didn't matter. I was done feeling guilty for being the way I was. I was finally firmly in control of myself and it was time to take back what was mine.

There was a chance that mom was right about Megan. Deep down, maybe Rhonda's older sister wanted me to dominate her. If not, I'd break her hold on what was mine and leave. If so...well, then things would get interesting.

"Let's go," I said confidently. I walked into the apartment building ready to do what was necessary. Lisa was right behind me. I knocked at Megan's door and waited. It didn't take very long for it to open. Despite my confidence, I wasn't quite prepared for who answered the door. It was my cousin Francis. He was wearing a collar, a black harness of some sort, a codpiece that barely covered him and not much else. I couldn't help my momentary revulsion. If I had any doubts about being a dominant, seeing Francis like this cured them instantly.

"The mistress asked that I welcome you to her home," he said formerly, holding the door open.

"Jesus Francis!" Lisa cried in surprise, but then she shook her head and added, "I hope you're happy." It was difficult for me to accept what I saw, but my sister was right. It wasn't our place to judge our cousin. He'd made his choices just like we'd made ours. Francis stood silently waiting for us to go inside. Lisa looked at me and added more softly, "Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore." I nodded in agreement and walked past Francis. Despite my confidence I can't say that I didn't feel some trepidation about what was about to happen.

"Ah, company!" Megan said with a cold smile as we walked into her living room. I couldn't deny that she looked good. Megan was wearing a revealing black dress that showed off her ample breasts rather nicely. She was done up as if she were ready for a party. I guess she was in a way.

I don't know what I was expecting, but the living room looked pretty much the same as the last time I saw it. At least that's what I thought until I stepped further into the room and saw the 'end table' next to the couch. It was Rhonda on her hands and knees, tied in what had to be an uncomfortable position. She was gagged, but not blindfolded. She was looking at me, but I wasn't sure what I read in her eyes.

My eyes shifted to the couch. There was a young woman sitting there who looked enough like Rhonda and Megan despite her dirty blond hair and light green eyes for me to realize it had to be Gabby. The youngest sister was built slimmer than her older siblings. I thought she might be prettier too, but it was hard to tell at the moment. She was frowning and was clearly uncomfortable. She had probably learned things about both sister last night that confused and maybe even frightened her. I shrugged and move my eyes back to Rhonda.

"I see you've noticed my lamp," Megan said, acting as if she thought my interest was in the light balanced on her sister's back instead of Rhonda herself. "Isn't it gorgeous? It's part of a set. They're not really matching, but they do go together so nicely."

I took another step into the living room because I couldn't see the other end table. That's when I received the worst surprise of the night. The second 'end table' was my cousin Gloria. She was tied and gagged similarly to Rhonda, but in her eyes I saw humiliation and fear. I couldn't imagine Gloria willingly accepting Megan as her mistress like Francis had. That left only one possibility. I looked at Francis, but he refused to meet my gaze. I understood.

"Ah, that lamp was much harder to come by," Megan was saying. "I needed Francis's help to acquire it. The old owner was very resistant in giving it up." I wasn't sure if she was talking about Bobby or Gloria herself. I guess it didn't matter.

"The lamps are lovely," I said in a controlled voice. "But it's the end tables that interest me. I want them both." I glanced at Gabby and saw that she was clearly horrified with what was going on, but I also noticed that she hadn't made any more to leave and she wasn't tied up like Rhonda and Gloria. Interesting.

"They're not for sale," Megan said with a cold smile.

My mind was racing as I fought to come to grips with everything. My eyes drifted back to Rhonda and my cousin. Seeing them like this made me learn something interesting about myself. Despite my desire to be dominant, I wasn't into humiliation. I didn't find the sight of Rhonda or Gloria enjoyable in any way.

"I didn't think they were," I replied easily. Megan looked at me and clapped her hands twice, rather loudly. The door to her bedroom opened and two guys dressed similarly to Francis came out, only they were far bigger than my cousin and looked ready for trouble.

"Seriously?" I snorted. "Don't you think the clapping was a little much?" She ignored my jibe.

"You're not taking my end tables away from me," she said confidently. The two guys looked at me threateningly and I can't deny they were impressively big, but their outfits, especially the collars struck me as counterproductive. They reminded me that despite the guys' size, they somehow let themselves be controlled by Megan.

Sure, she could be a dominating bitch, but there was no way she could have controlled them without them wanting it that way. The two giants were obviously submissive. I knew that didn't mean they weren't dangerous, but the whole situation seemed suddenly funny and I laughed. Megan lost her triumphant grin for the first time. She looked confused. Good. It was a start.

"I wasn't planning on it," I said as if I hadn't a care in the world. "But you're going to give them to me."

"Do you want to bet?" she snorted in disagreement.

"Hmm, that's an idea," I said thoughtfully as my mind put the beginning on a plan together. I needed to get Rhonda, possibly Gabby and now my cousin Gloria away from Megan. I clearly couldn't just take them without a fight, not that that would stop me if it came down to it, but there were other options.

I probably could call the cops based on Gloria's expression because I didn't think she was fully under Megan's control like Francis and Rhonda were, but that would be very public and not really solve the problem long term. Oh, I'd do it for my cousin's sake if I couldn't come up with a better plan, but I was beginning to see a possible solution.

"Megan, this is obviously about more than just Rhonda," I said. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have set this whole thing up. You wouldn't have taken Gloria against her will. What is it that you want?" She looked surprised for a moment, but then she smiled in a way that made her look very sexy.

"Why, you of course," she replied with a light laugh. "And now your sister too. She's really very pretty you know."

"Thanks," Lisa said sarcastically.

"Although she'll need some additional training," Megan said in annoyance. "You really should have more control of your slaves." Her last word sent a chill of disgust down my spine. Slave. What a horrible word.

It was at that moment that I saw the main difference between Megan and me. I didn't have any slaves. I never would. Slaves were people who had their freedom taken from them, willingly or not. I could never do that. I only dominated women who gave themselves to me. Both Lisa and Rhonda had done that. So had mom, although in her case I had to read between the lines because her words didn't match her desires.

For a woman like Megan the word slave connotated that a person was somehow less. To me, the women I cared for and accepted as mine were more. To the casual observer the difference might not be obvious, but it was there just the same.

It made me have to rethink some things very quickly. I'd come over here ready to force Megan to give me back what I considered mine. I knew that doing so would entail a confrontation between us and I was fine with that because the truth was that I wanted Megan too. I wanted her to be mine. I thought I was ready to take her no matter what, but that wasn't true. I wouldn't take her against her will. The question was, would it really be against her will? I doubt she knew the answer to that question herself. There was only one way to find out.

I don't really have the patience for these types of games," I said succinctly. "I want Rhonda back. Also, release my cousin Gloria. She obviously doesn't want to be here."

"Give me time," Megan promised. Francis suddenly looked miserable and even the two muscle bound guys shared an uncomfortable look. I was missing something.

"You do realize that kidnapping and rape are against the law?" Lisa asked, distracting me.

"No one was raped," Megan replied. "Although, I may have had a little fun with her while I taught her some humility." I felt a strong urge to crush her lips to mine and wipe the smile from her face, but it was fleeting. I controlled myself and watched the faces of everyone in the room as she continued. "And as far as kidnapping goes, Francis invited his sister here and she came willingly. What happened afterward, well everyone who was here will say she agreed to participate if the police are called." I was only half paying attention as I took in the reaction of the others. The truth finally hit me.

"You've never taken someone against their will before, have you?" I asked, shaking my head. "Not really. You were so angry at me and Rhonda that you let yourself get out of control."

"I'm in complete control!" Megan snapped in a voice loud enough to make it obvious just how untrue the statement was.

"You'd better be careful," I continued. "You've already stepped over the line with Gloria and that's going to cost you, even if she decides not to press charges."

"She won't," Megan insisted. "Not after I'm through with her. Besides, like I said, it's her word against ours." There was no way I was leaving Gloria here. Rhonda's older sister had to know that on some level, but she wasn't being particularly rational and because of that there was no point in trying to convince her to let my cousin go.

"You brought up the possibility of a bet," I said, refocusing the conversation. It wasn't quite true, but I figured it was better if she thought so. "I want Rhonda and Gloria. You don't want to give them up. How about we agree on a bet and whoever loses gives up all rights to them?"

"They're already mine," Megan answered. "Why would I agree to a bet like this?"

"A couple of reason actually," I replied. "First, you want to beat me more than anything else. This will give you that chance. And second, you know this will get pretty ugly before it's over if we don't find a way to settle it peacefully. There's a good chance that things will get out of hand and people will get hurt. There's also a chance that your parents will finally find out about it all."

Okay, so it wasn't a particularly subtle threat, but I could live with that. I needed Megan to take my offer seriously. The funny part was how well it worked. I could see it in her expression. Did she really think that if I called the police about Gloria her parents wouldn't find out anyway? Like I said before, Megan clearly wasn't in control or thinking straight, at least not where it came to anything having to so with me.

"What bet do you have in mind?" she asked. I could feel my heart beat pick up slightly. A lot depended on her reaction to my idea.

"It's simple really. This has always been about you and me, ever since we met and came close to seeing who would come out in control you've regretted not letting it play itself out." It was the truth and we both knew it, but so was what I was about to add, "I have too."

"You don't think I'm going back into my bedroom with you alone, do you?" she asked. "I mean I want you, but I'm not stupid enough for that." It was time to lay my plan out in detail.

"Actually, what I'm expecting is that you'll come home with me and do whatever I say," I explained. "You can quit anytime you want and I'll let you leave and go home."

"And why would I agree to that?" she snorted.

"Because after that, I'll reverse roles and come here with you," I answered. "At least until I've lasted longer than you did. Whoever lasts the longest wins the bet."

"Interesting," she said thoughtfully. "But why should I go first?"

"Afraid of what I might do?" I challenged. She actually laughed.

"I've spoken to Rhonda," she said. "I know exactly what you're capable of doing and it's not remotely enough to make me quit, but I don't like the idea of it being open ended. Let's say we cut the time off at a week."

"But what if we both make the week?" I asked.

"Then nothing changes," Megan replied with a shrug. "You have to beat me to win."

"In that case, let's make it a month." A week was too short for what I was planning. A month might be as well, but I had the feeling that she wouldn't go for any time greater than that.

"It's a moot point anyway. I don't like the bet. No deal."

"What's the problem?" I asked. If she turned me down cold then I had the answer to my mother's question. If Megan wanted to be submissive to me, even subconsciously, then this bet should be interesting to her.

"I want something more if I win," she said. "You're not losing anything you already have. That doesn't seem fair."

I didn't quite smile. I had no idea what I'd use to 'sweeten the pot', but I had her. She wasn't unwilling to agree to the bet. There was a good chance that meant that mom was right about Megan's inner desires.

"If I win, I get your sister." Megan was smiling cruelly as she said it. The triumphant feeling disappeared instantly.

"Not going to happen" I said emphatically.

"That's the deal," Megan shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

"No," I said succinctly. "I won't bet my sister."

"Like I said, those are the only terms I'm willing to accept." My mind raced again, but I couldn't come up with anything else that might interest her. I'd have to find another way. I refused to use my sister that way.

"Brian, it's okay," Lisa said suddenly. "I have faith in you." It wasn't her faith that was in question. It was the assumptions I was making by offering this bet. It was too risky.

I was just about to turn the bet down again when I noticed Gabby's expression. The youngest sister clearly wasn't happy with this situation. She was looking at Megan in an odd mixture of disgust and something else that I couldn't place at first. She had remained silent the whole time and I caught myself wondering what she was thinking.

"If I agree to this," I heard myself say. I knew I wouldn't, but I needed time to figure out what my subconscious was trying to tell me about Rhonda's baby sister. "The bet starts immediately. Rhonda and Gloria come with us when we leave."

"Sure, let's make it a family affair. We'll take Gabby and Francis too." Megan was trying to sound like she didn't care, but there was something in her voice that I made me think otherwise. I forgot about Gabby for a moment and focused on her oldest sister.

"No," I said.

"I'm not leaving Gabby here," Megan said a little too quickly and I smiled. Everything was starting to become clearer. I looked from Megan to her youngest sister and back again. After that, I took a long look at Rhonda as well and nodded slowly to myself. I hadn't realized just how much the sisters cared for each other. I know it sounds cold, but I could use that.

"Gabby is welcome," I shrugged, being careful to sound uncaring. "It's Francis that's not."

"Why?" she asked. Lisa snorted and answered for me.

"Are you kidding? He's supposed to be Gloria's brother and he's letting you do this to her without her consent. There's a good change I'll beat the crap out of him the next time I see him," my sister replied. She then looked at Francis and added, "Don't think I can't either. And you'd better pray you don't bump into Brian. He'll do a lot worse."

"You know," Megan said thoughtfully. "You don't sound like you're particularly submissive."

"Only for the right man," my sister said, smiling at me briefly before turning toward Megan. "If you win this bet you might be surprised by the outcome."

"Doubtful," Megan laughed. "But it will be fun breaking you."

I wasn't really paying much attention to Lisa and Megan's interchange. I was still looking at my cousin Francis, trying to figure him out. It was impossible.

"You have every right to let Megan do whatever she wants to you," I said to him. "But what you did to your sister is wrong and you know it."

"It's not like he had a choice," Megan shrugged. "He's fully mine."

I realized that she was probably correct. I mean, if I was willing to accept Rhonda leaving me as beyond her control, wasn't it only fair that I accept Francis traitorous act for the same reason? I'd have to think about it, but deep down I knew it wouldn't matter in the end, even the answer was yes. Some issues are too emotional for reason.

"So are we doing this or not?" Megan snapped. She acted as if it didn't matter, but I could hear the eagerness in her voice. It might be there because she was certain she'd win the bet, but then again, maybe not.

It was almost decision time. I glanced first as Rhonda and then Gabby to reconfirm my earlier realization. Rhonda was looking at her older sister and I could see the caring there despite her situation. My girl caught me looking at her and locked eyes with me, trying to make me understand how she felt about me. I did, but that didn't mean I missed how she felt about Megan too.

Gabby was clearly horrified by what her oldest sister was doing, but that didn't stop her eyes from showing just how much she loved Megan. The youngest sister glanced over at Rhonda in loving concern as I watched and I came to a decision. I shifted my gaze to Megan. She didn't back down, but there was something there that only reconfirmed what I felt.

"Are you sure you're willing to do this?" I asked Lisa, wanting to give her one last chance to back out. I had a plan and I felt reasonably confident in it, but that didn't mean I was right. I could lose this bet.

"Yes," my sister said confidently, letting me see her love and belief if me.

If push came to shove and I did lose, there was a good chance that Lisa would be too much for Megan to handle anyway. Of course, Megan wouldn't be facing my sister alone. She would have Francis and the two thugs to help. That thought made me pause briefly, but then I shrugged to myself. I promised to give up Rhonda, Gabby and my sister if I lost. I never said I wouldn't go after Francis and his two friends. It would be an interesting confrontation between the two women if I took the others out of the picture. Of course, the best solution was to win, and that's exactly what I planned on doing. Well, sort of anyway.

"It's a bet then, release Rhonda and Gloria." Megan's two goons shifted their gaze to Megan, who nodded her consent. They had to help the two ladies stand up afterward. Seeing their discomfort did nothing for my mood. Gabby stood and helped steady her sister. I noticed her grab Gloria elbow as well to help until Lisa moved over and took hold of our cousin.

As soon as the two former end tables were able to stand on their own Gabby reached out and hugged her sister. It only lasted a moment, but it was very intense. Rhonda smiled nervously afterward as she looked at me. She was afraid of what my reaction would be. She had a right to her fear. I still wasn't sure how I'd deal with what happened.

"Brian..." Rhonda began, seeing something of my inner conflict in my eyes.

"I didn't give you permission to talk!" Megan interjected. Her sister fell silent immediately. I shook my head. It was going to be an interesting month. Not only would I have to figure out how the last twenty-four hours affected Rhonda and my relationship, bit I'd also have to deal with what happened to Gloria and even Megan herself.

"We'll talk later," I said to Rhonda. "The bet starts when we get home. Megan will put herself under my control for a month at that point. Everything that's hers will be mine for that period unless she quits."

"Oh, I won't quit," Megan said confidently. "And just remember, everything that's yours will be mine after that."

"For a month," I clarified.

"Please!" she snorted. "I've broken men in far less time than that."

"I can always admit defeat and skip the whole thing," I shrugged.

"Yeah, like you'd do that!" she snorted. "No, you've made a big mistake. You can't afford to lose the bet because of your sister and there's no way you can win it. I'll break you before the month is out and then you'll just be another slave."

"You keep talking like you'll have no problem surviving your stay with me," I said, shaking my head. "That's a mistake."

"We'll see," she said as if she didn't have a care in the world.

"Yes, we will." I hope I sounded more confident than I felt.

"Brian, can I..." Gloria began.

"Silence slave!" Megan snapped angrily, giving my cousin threatening look.

"Fuck you bitch!" Gloria snapped back, causing me to laugh. That didn't go over well with Megan.

"You're still my slave until we reach your cousins house," she said. "And you will be once again after the months up, so..."

"I'm no one's slave!" my cousin interjected. "And you don't think I'm actually going to come back here do you? I'll have a restraining order against you and my weak minded brother before the end of the day."

"That wasn't the deal!" Megan snapped.

"I didn't make any deals," Gloria said, rubbing her wrists where the ropes burned them from her trying to escape. "And don't even think about telling your goons to jump me now that I know what will happen if I let them take me. I'll fight, and there won't be anything fair about it."

"I'll help her," Lisa put in. Megan ignored them and looked at me. We locked gazes for a moment. I didn't want this confrontation. The bet was my best chance of getting what I wanted. On the other hand Gloria was my cousin.

"The bet was that the loser gives up rights to them," I said carefully. "There was nothing about me helping you hold on to them." Megan was no dummy and she saw the truth in my eyes. I wouldn't let her goons touch my cousin again.

"And what about Lisa?" Megan asked. "What's to make her come back with me when I win?"

"My word," Lisa interjected. "Not that you'll win."

"And even if you do," I smiled, looking at my sister. "I wouldn't bet on your ability to control her. Lisa can be quite domineering when she wants to be."

"We'll see," Megan said. "One prize at a time. Gloria was just something to get your attention anyway."

"You've got that," I said, shaking my head. "But at what cost?" Megan acted like my words weren't bothering her. I knew better. I looked at her for a few more seconds before shifting my gaze to Gloria.

"How long have you been here?" I asked my cousin.

"Only since last night," she replied, looking suddenly tired. "But be careful Brian. I don't think you really know what she's capable of." I shrugged. It was too late to turn back now.

"Everyone put some clothes on so we can get out of here," I said.. "I'll be outside waiting."

Once outside, I made a quick phone call before leaning against my car and wondered what I'd gotten myself into. The next month was very important. If I wasn't careful I'd lose Rhonda and Lisa. Megan too I guess, depending on how you looked at it. I had a plan. It was chancy at best, but at this point I was committed. I shook my head as all five women walked out of the apartment building.

Rhonda was talking softly to her sister Gabby. Gloria and Lisa had Megan between them. They were being pretty rough with her. Megan didn't seem fazed in the least. Yep, an interesting month for sure.

**********

"Now what?" Megan asked as we got out of the car in front of the house. Her tone was unpleasant, the challenge obvious. I shook my head. It was a good question.

"First things first," I said turning to Gabby. I didn't quite hold my breath. My plan didn't fully rely on what happened next, but the chance of it succeeding could go up exponentially in the next few seconds. "You've had a lot to take in recently. I think it's best for Lisa to give you a ride home."

"I want to stay with my sisters," she said, sounding a little nervous, but committed. I refused to smile in triumph. Whatever else you might say about Rhonda's family, and God knows there was a lot you could, they were loyal and loving in their way.

"No!" Megan snapped. "I don't want you to be part of this, any of it."

"Go home Gabs," Rhonda added more softly, using her pet name for her little sister. "This is not the life for you."

"And what about what I want?" the girl asked in reply. "Does that even matter to you two? Has it ever?"

"No, not really," Megan shrugged. "You're just a kid."

"I'm eighteen!" Gabby snapped, but then took a deep breath to calm herself and added, "But that's not the point. I'm done being left out. It wasn't always that way. I remember how close we used to be and then one day it just stopped. You started excluding me. Do you have any idea how alone and hurt that made me feel?"

"You don't understand," Rhonda said. "We excluded you to protect you."

"From what?" the younger sister asked.

"Me." Megan's answer was given in a monotone tone, but I could see how hard it was for her to say it. It was times like this that she seemed almost human. I shook my head. This was going better than I hoped.

"Did you ever think that maybe I didn't want to be protected? That maybe I just wanted to feel like I belonged?" I could see the tears in Gabby's eyes. I felt for the girl despite my happiness at the situation.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't the time or place for this conversation," I interjected. "I need to take Rhonda and Megan inside and you need to go home." A part of me felt guilty for playing on Gabby's emotions, but if this all worked out I thought she'd be happier in the end.

"No!" the girl cried. "I won't be excluded again. Let me stay? Please!" I was elated by her request, but I didn't want to sound too eager so I hesitated and tried to look like I wasn't thrilled with the idea. It must have worked because Gabby nervously added, "I'm willing to be your slave too while I'm here if that's what it takes!" The offer was a surprise, but not Megan's reaction.

"No way!" she cried. "That wasn't part of the deal!"

"You don't have the right to tell me what I can and can't do!" Gabby cried. "I can make a deal of my own!"

"Interesting," I said thoughtfully, continuing to watch Megan's reaction. She caught on and fell silent. She tried to look like she could care less, but it was too late for me to buy that. This couldn't have worked out better if I'd planned it. "Why not? Gabby, if you're serious, then it's a deal."

"That's it!" Megan cried. "The bets off!"

"Bets don't work that way," I smiled. "Of course, you can admit defeat if you'd like?" I could see she was actually thinking about it. I waited until she shook her head with pursed lips. That didn't stop her from turning to her baby sister.

"Megan, don't do this," she said. "Please." I could tell how hard it was for her to add the last part.

"It's done," the youngest sister said defiantly.

"Brian, please." Rhonda touched my arm and looked into my eyes. Seeing her like this reminded me of just how much I loved her. That wouldn't stop me though. In fact, it only added to my commitment. I wanted what was mine back and I planned on getting it. Period. I wasn't the one who brought Gabby into this, but that wasn't going to stop me from using her. Hell, if I did this right the girl might even be happier. Of course, if I didn't...damn.

"Don't blame me," I said, moving Rhonda's hand off my arm. It was too late to change course now. "This is Gabby's choice."

"But..." Rhonda began. I wasn't in the mood to argue and I guess I was feeling a little guilty over Gabby.

"Don't you dare!" I snapped. "We wouldn't even be in this situation if you hadn't run back to Megan!" I took a deep breath and let it out. This wasn't helping. I turned to my sister. "Lisa, take Rhonda and Megan inside. Tell mom I'll be in soon to explain." She nodded and led the two sisters toward the house. They both kept glancing back toward Gabby. I thought Megan was going to turn around at least once or twice, but eventually she disappeared into the house with the others.

It was time to deal with my cousin. It wasn't like her to remain silent as long as she had. She was looking off into space. Gloria was clearly shaken by what she faced the night before. I could only imagine. "You should call your father. Do you know what Francis told him?"

"Dad thinks we slept over here," my redheaded cousin replied. There was obviously more she wanted to say.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't think he spoke to Bobby." Her reply was barely audible.

"Bobby loves you. He'll understand," I offered. She nodded, but didn't say anything. "Just make sure you tell him everything."

"What am I supposed to say?" I realized she wasn't asking me. Not really. She was talking to herself and it was obvious she didn't have an answer. I watched her and frowned. She was more than shaken. I waited another few moments in hopes that she would continue, but my cousin remained silent. I was at a loss on how to help her. Thankfully, Bobby pulled up right at that moment.

"You called him?" my cousin asked in surprise. She looked frightened and relieved at the same moment.

"Of course," I shrugged. "If he's the man I think he is then you need him to be here for you. If he's not...well then, it's better to know now rather than later."

Bobby barely stopped the car before he jumped out and ran to Gloria. He pulled her into his arms, whispered something into her ear and suddenly my cousin was crying. I smiled. She'd be okay now.

"Take her out of here," I said. Bobby nodded and helped my cousin into his car. They didn't leave immediately. I could see Bobby comforting my cousin through the windshield. I smiled and turned away, giving them their privacy.

"That was nice," Gabby said, smiling at me and drawing my attention to her. I shook my head. This kid was in over her head and despite my plan, I realized I had to give her the option to leave.

"I can be nice," I said carefully. "I can also be not so nice. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Yes," she replied, but it was too fast of an answer. I took her hand and led her inside. As soon as we closed the front door I stopped and looked at her. She stared back at me nervously.

"Strip," I said.

"Strip?" she asked, clearly surprised and stalling for time.

"Gabby, stripping will be the least of what you'll go through over the next week if you agree to answer to me," I said, trying to make her understand.

Instead of responding, she started unbuttoning her shirt. Gabby had a nice body and I was tempted to let her continue, but I couldn't do it. I stopped her after the third button. It was obvious that she was nervous as hell. She was also blushing badly. Gabby was clearly committed, but that didn't mean she understood.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked, pretty sure I already knew the answer.

"Yes," she admitted slowly.

"You do realize that if you stay, you'll lose quite a bit more than just your virginity?" I waited for her answer. She looked at me, swallowed once with some difficulty and then nodded. I shook my head. "We don't even know each other, not really. Why would you be willing to give up that for me?"

"I'm not," she answered honestly. "I'm giving it up for my sisters." I saw her mind racing and waited for her to continue. It didn't take long. "I don't know what happened to make them the way they are, but I do remember when it happened. Things were very tense for a couple of weeks between them. I was just a kid and didn't understand." I continued to watch her expression. It was very telling.

"It became so bad that my parents let me sleep over a friend's house one weekend," Gabby continued. "I came back and everything was better, only from that day on Megan and Rhonda began excluding me. I wasn't allowed to sleep in their room anymore. I wasn't allowed to hang out with them. It was like they cut me from their lives." I didn't need to see her expression to know how hurt she was by what happened. I could hear it in her voice.

"I know I missed something important that night and nothing I did or tried got them to share with me what it was," she sighed. I thought she was done, but she shook her head once and added in a stronger voice, "I won't let that happen again. I can feel that same tension in the air right now. I want to be a part of what's going on. I don't want to be left out again."

"No matter what the cost?" I asked. She looked up and met my eyes for the first time since she began explaining.

"No matter what," she confirmed. "And although I am a virgin, I'm not as clueless as you think. My sisters did their best to hide from me what was going on, but as I got older I understood. I think maybe even my parents know, but they'd never admit it to themselves, much less anyone else."

"Why are you still a virgin then?" I asked curiously. She looked away from me again for a moment before replying.

"I think maybe I'm a lesbian," she said softly. "Or something worse..."

"Worse?" I asked in surprise. "I don't think being a lesbian is a bad thing, but I am curious about what you think might be worse?" I didn't think Gabby was going to answer me at first, but she clearly knew a lot counted on her being completely honest with me.

"I want to share with my sisters what they have for each other," she finally said, tears welling up. "I've never found anyone I wanted to be with more than them. That's why I'm still a virgin." She was looking at me as though she was waiting for me to explode, curse her out or worse.

"Incest," I said, nodding slowly before shrugging and adding, "It does add a bit of spice to things, doesn't it?" She was obviously stunned. Her expression was so priceless that I actually laughed. I was relieved. If my plan worked out the way it was supposed to I would actually be helping Gabby get what she wanted.

"You mean you and your sister..." Gabby began, but couldn't finish. She shook her head.

"And my cousin Gloria," I clarified, hesitating just a moment before adding, "And my mother."

"Your mother?" she asked incredulously.

"She's a very sexy woman," I answered. "She also extremely kind hearted. You'll like her."

"So then you'll accept me as your slave?" Gabby asked, clearly both hopeful and scared at the same time.

"First, I hate the term slave," I sighed. "I'm a dominate male and naturally I do have a thing for submissive women, but slave has such a dark meaning."

"But you called my sister your slave?" Gabby asked in surprise.

"If you think about it, you'll realize I didn't. I never called anyone my slave," I answered. I saw her frown as she tried to remember an instance. She gave up eventually.

"And second, I won't accept you as a slave or a submissive," I said when I had her attention again. "You aren't ready for either despite your willingness." Gabby looked ready to argue, but I stopped her by adding, "But I will accept you as a guest in my house with a couple of caveats."

"Caveats?" she asked.

"Stipulations," I clarified. "One, you have to promise not to interfere with what's going to happen this month."

"I can do that," she said easily, but then clarified. "As long as you hold to your end of the bargain with Megan and let her give up whenever she wants."

"Of course," I answered, nodding in understanding. "The second stipulation is that you have to promise to let your sisters think you are mine."

"Both of them?"

"Both of them," I insisted. She hesitated. I was pretty sure it had more to do with her trying to understand my stipulation then her actually having any problems with it.

"I heard enough of what's going on through the bedroom door both last night and today to understand what's going between Megan and you. It's a dominance thing and my being your slave will obviously upset her, but why Rhonda?" she finally asked.

"Because Rhonda belongs to Megan," I sighed. "She won't be able to keep a secret from her." Gabby hesitated and thought about what I was saying. Slowly, she nodded.

"Makes sense," she said. "Well, as much as any of this makes sense. I'm not even sure if I should be rooting for you to win or my sister."

"Megan, of course," I smiled. "She is your sister after all."

"So is Rhonda," Gabby said, obviously concerned. "And she loves you despite what she and Megan have."

"Don't worry. It will all work out in the end." I thought I was properly vague, but Gabby looked at me oddly and tilted her head. She clearly guessed that I had something in mind. Thankfully, she let it drop because I had my doubts that my plan would work and I didn't want to share it with anyone.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Well, we've been out here in the entranceway long enough," I smiled. "It's time we go find my mother. She's probably not very happy at the moment and more than a little confused."

We walked into the house. I was surprised to find no one downstairs. I led Gabby to the stairs and we went up together. We hadn't gone very far down the hallway when I heard a gasp of pain coming from Lisa's room. I frowned, went to the door and opened it.

Lisa had Megan tied to the bed face down. I'd seen my sister use the bindings on Rhonda before, but this was different. She had Megan strapped down tight with her legs and arms stretched to their maximum. There was a pillow under the dark haired girl's hips, but it wasn't for comfort. It lifting Megan's ass and gave Lisa the perfect access for what came next. My sister threw her arm up. She paused there for a moment before her hand blurring as she swung down and struck Megan's ass with all her strength.

"You bitch!" the dark hair girl snapped after crying out in pain. I guess I shouldn't have been stunned considering the idea of the bet, but I was anyway. I'd seen my sister deliver spankings before. In my mother case it was more playful than anything else, but not so in Rhonda's case. Still, I'd never seen Lisa deliver a blow with such violence.

Both of Megan's ass cheeks were bright red, maybe even purplish red. I stepped forward without thought and caught my sister's arm before the next blow struck. Lisa's head snapped toward me in surprise. She hadn't realized I was there. That's when I received my second surprise. There was a handprint on her face and her hair was knotted. My sister's eyes were as angry as I'd ever seen them.

"What happened?" I asked.

"She hit me!" Lisa said angrily. "I left Rhonda with mom because she was upset and as soon as we were alone she hauled off and slapped me, telling me I was going to be her slave."

"That must have gone over well," I said, shaking my head and letting go of my sister's arm. I had a flashback to third grade. I'd gotten in a fight with a fourth grader. Lisa knew me well enough not to interfere directly even though she was my older sister and the boy was much bigger than me. He and I wrested around on the ground for a while. I had a black eye the next day, but I won. Afterward, I stood and found the guy's best friend on the ground with Lisa standing over him. It turns out he'd tried to jump me. He wasn't the biggest guy in the world, but still, he was bigger than Lisa. That didn't stop my sister from decking him.

"Megan fights like a girl," my sister smiled. "That is to say viciously and with her nails, but you don't become a gym teacher without learning something about self-defense." I saw scratches on my sister's neck and frowned, but whatever had happened, Lisa clearly had things under control.

"Enjoy it while you can!" Megan said angrily. "Next month you're mine!"

"A lot of good that will do if you can't beat me in a fair fight," Lisa snorted.

"What makes you think it will be fair?" the dark haired girl retorted despite her ass sticking up in the air and being strapped to the bed. "I'll be sure to have help."

"You'll need it," my sister said. "But until then...." The next blow was even harder than the last. Lisa actually grunted with effort. Megan cried out. It was then that I remembered Gabby. I looked up to find her still standing by the door. Her eyes were big as she took everything in. I had no idea what to say to her at that moment.

Gabby jumped at the crack of my sister's hand against her sister's ass echoed with the next blow. Megan cried out again as her Gabby watched in shocked silence. I still couldn't find any words that would help. Knowing something was going to happen and seeing it were two different things. I was having problems enough and I had more exposure than her.

I guess the truth was that it didn't matter which of us was better prepared for what was happening. In the end Gabby would have to make peace with it if she was going to spend the month. So would I.

My sister could tell I was having problems with what was happening and she noticed Gabby by the door. I saw her take a deep breath and let it out slow before turning back to Megan.

"I might ease up if you apologize?" Lisa offered.

"Never going to happen!" the brunette gasped, obviously in pain, but still defiant.

"It's your pain," Lisa shrugged. "But remember, you said pretty much the same thing when I told you that I was going make you cry out." Megan blushed angrily.

"I said you wouldn't be able to make me cry!" she snapped in reply. "I never said I wouldn't make any noise."

"That's not how I remember it, but the day is young and we'll see who is in tears before it's over." I could see Lisa's anger bubbling under the surface.

"That's enough for now," I said suddenly, surprising both women. I took the bottle of lotion off Lisa's bureau and handed it to my sister. "Stop spanking her and rub some lotion into her ass cheeks." Lisa paused for a moment and then slowly nodded in acceptance. It didn't take a genius to realize that I was bothered by what was happening. The question was, why?

I stood silently watching as Lisa did as I directed, but my mind was racing. The truth finally came to me after a few minutes. I wasn't bothered by the spanking or the fact that Megan was tied down despite the extremeness of both. It was my sister's loss of control that I didn't like.

Lisa was angry and based on what happened she had a right to be, but her reaction was too extreme, too uncontrolled. She had a right to punish Megan for what happened, but the blows she was delivering were too much. They were too frenzied for the crime. I needed to talk to her, only now wasn't the time. That was okay. I had a better idea of how to deal with the moment.

"After that, it's time to add some pleasure to go along with the pain. I want you to use your tongue and bring Megan to an orgasm." That surprised my sister even more, but not in a bad way. Lisa liked the taste of women almost as much as I did.

"Then what?" she asked, continuing to spread lotion on Megan's abused cheeks. I noticed that the way she was doing it changed. It became far more sexual. My sister took her time and I felt myself responding. I could see Lisa's anger melting away...no that wasn't it. I'm sure the emotion was still there, but by taking over the situation I was helping her control it.

"It will be her turn to bring you pleasure," I replied, watching Megan carefully. "That is, if she can."

"Oh I can," the dark haired girl replied confidently. I could see that she was excited despite the abuse my sister had delved out to her ass.

"Good," I said, adding a little steel to my voice before continuing. "Because if you don't make my sister find her release at least twice, then Lisa will bring you to me." I didn't clarify. The threat was clear enough in my tone. Megan was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. I saw her swallow once nervously.

I felt silent then as Lisa went about doing as I directed. Gabby glanced at me, but remained silent when I didn't comment further. We stood there watching our sisters. Gabby was uncomfortable at first, especially when Lisa started leaving a trail of kisses down Megan's back, passed her ass and to the gap below.

Megan's eyes were locked on us. She hated the fact that we were there watching. I could tell, but I could also tell that her desire was getting the best of her. The room reeked of her excitement. She started moaning. I hid my smile as Gabby's mouth dropped open and she forgot her nervousness.

My sister had a lot of practice with what she was doing. She was talented at driving my mother and Rhonda to the brink, but Megan was fighting it. I knew she'd fail eventually. The only question was how long it would take. Well, that and could I just stand by and watch. It wasn't easy. I liked to participate, only now wasn't the time.

"Wow!" Gabby gasped when her oldest sister finally lost it. I looked at her and smiled, remembering what she told me about her incestuous desires. She was clearly excited. I had the feeling that Gabby might get exactly what she wanted before the month was up, but it was too soon. That didn't stop another idea from popping into my head.

"Gabby," I said, using the same voice I used when I told Lisa what I wanted. "Go kiss your sister."

"No!" Megan cried. I hid my amusement when Gabby's eyes flashed with desire.

"Would you prefer that I give you baby sister to Lisa instead?" I asked Megan. "I don't think Gabby's ass can take a beating like yours can." My sister lifted her head from between Megan's thighs. Her cheeks face was wet with the other woman's juices. She looked at Gabby and smiled, licking her lips.

"You bastard!" Megan snapped.

"You could always quit?" I offered. She continued to glare at me, but refused to give up. "Oh, and it better be a good kiss. I want you to show Gabby how it's done. You're the first girl she's ever kissed, but based on my sister's expression, you won't be the last." Megan's eyes burned first into me and then into my sister. Neither one of us reacted. I turned away from her after a moment and looked at Gabby. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"I can't! She's a girl and my sister!" Gabby cried. I frowned for a moment, but then saw her wink ever so slightly. Rhonda's little sister was a good actress.

"Just do it," I demanded.

"No!" she cried again.

"Hmm, that's not a word I like to hear," I said meaningfully, not sure how to get out of this considering Gabby was a guest. I wouldn't force her if she really didn't want to kiss her sister, but I was sure that wasn't why she was fighting me.

"Megan, what should I do?" Gabby asked. Her voice actually quivered. I knew what she was up to now. I decided to help her.

"Be careful how you answer," I said to Megan. "I thought I'd be easy with her because she's so young and innocent, but if she doesn't kiss you then I'm going to take her to my room and show her how to behave. After that, I'll give her to Lisa as soon as my sister is done with you. Gabby knew coming into my house meant following my orders and she's hesitating at the first one. That's unacceptable." I must have sounded pretty annoyed because Megan reacted very quickly to my threat.

"Gabs, it's okay," Megan said. "Come over here." Her younger sister did as she was told, but she moved slowly. Gabby was clearly nervous. I didn't think she was acting that part either. This was something she had wanted a long time, but she clearly hadn't expected it to happen tonight.

"I'm scared!" Gabby said when she reached her sister. I had moved with her. We were both next to the bed now, but I didn't interfere in the sisters' conversation. "You're my sister and a girl. This is so wrong!" I thought she was laying it on a little thick, but Megan fell for it.

"It's just a kiss," Megan said. "Come closer."

"I can't!" her little sister cried.

"Just come here!" Megan snapped. I shook my head and hid a smile. She might love her little sister and want to protect her, but Megan was Megan. She didn't like to repeat herself. Gabby was done playing games anyway. She leaned forward and kissed Megan. I thought it would be quick, but neither one of them were in a rush.

"Very nice!" Lisa said as she climbed off the bed and came into my arms. I continued to watch the two sisters until my own nuzzled my neck. I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. She tasted different, but good. I knew it was Megan. I was tempted to taste it directly from the source, but it was too soon. I was okay with that for the moment. Lisa's lips were quite tasty on their own.

"There, that's done," Megan snapped. I pulled back from my sister's lips and looked at Megan. There was hunger in her eyes. It struck me that despite her best intentions, if those words could be used with Megan, she wanted her little sister. She wanted her a lot. I could use that.

I glanced at Gabby and had to hide another smile. She was flushed and her eyes flashed with just as much hunger as her sister's. Thankfully, Megan was too focused on trying to hide her own reaction to notice.

"For now," I said agreeably. "Come on Gabby, it's time we left these two to their fun." The girl looked disappointed for a second, but then she nodded and moved next to me. I hadn't been paying attention to Lisa so I was surprised when she grabbed Gabby and kissed her. I frowned, but Gabby didn't look any worse for the wear after my sister pulled back. In fact, I was pretty sure she liked it.

"You bitch!" Megan snapped. I slapped her ass hard enough to make her yelp. She looked at me angrily, her eyes on fire, challenging me in ways that no one ever had before. I couldn't resist. I raped her lips with my own. Even our lips fought for dominance! I slapped her ass one more time before pulling back.

"I can't wait until next month!" Megan gasped.

"I'm in no rush," I smiled. "I'm sort of enjoying this one."

"I hate you!"

"Maybe," I shrugged. "But you can't deny that you like what's happening, at least on some level. I can smell your excitement again."

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Lisa asked rhetorically before climbing back onto the bed and between Megan's thighs. Gabby eyes grew big as she got a close up of Lisa spreading Megan's legs and diving in.

"Let's go," I said, taking her hand. She let me lead her out of the room, but her eyes didn't leave what was happening on the bed until we passed through the doorway. We walked down the hall and I asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's all happening so fast!" she replied, shaking her head.

"Does that mean you're okay?" I thought she was fine, but I was concerned. She was a virgin after all.

"I'm better than okay!" she grinned. "That kiss was amazing! Both of them were!"

"Good," I laughed. "Let's go see what mom and Rhonda are doing."

We went to my mother's room. It was quiet so I opened the door slowly. Mom was sitting up in her bed. Rhonda was asleep with her head in mom's lap. They were both naked, but I didn't think anything sexual had happened. I had a feeling that mom might have let Rhonda cry herself to sleep after the night she had. I shook my head. That was so mom.

My mother saw us and slipped out from under Rhonda slowly. She grabbed her robe after she stood and put it on. She wasn't embarrassed about her body. Hell, she had nothing to be embarrassed about! The robe was because she didn't know Gabby and she didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable. Mom shooed us out the door and followed, closing it carefully afterward. She led us back downstairs to the kitchen.

"Gabriella I assume?" my mother asked once we were there.

"Yes mam," the girl replied. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," mom said. "Although, I wish the circumstances were better." She then turned toward me and added, "Brian, Rhonda told me what happened. I'm not sure what you have planned for Megan, but I'll stay out of that since she brought it on herself, but Gabriella is just a..."

"Guest," I finished for her. "And nothing more." My mother stopped talking and looked at me for a moment.

"Rhonda thinks there's something more," she said. "And she's concerned. She trusts you, but by the same token she doesn't want her sister involved."

"That's not her choice," Gabby put in. Mom shook her head. "This gets more and more interesting."

"Doesn't it?" I sighed.

"In either case, you need to talk to Rhonda. She feels very guilty for what happened and is afraid how you're going to react." To be honest, I was a bit afraid of that as well, but I kept that fact to myself.

"Mom, I've got it covered," I said with more confidence than I felt. "It will all be okay in the end." She looked at me again and finally nodded in acceptance.

"I hope you're right," she sighed, and then switched topics and did what mom's do. "Are you two hungry?"

"I am a little bit," I laughed. "Oh and do me a favor, don't tell anyone that Gabby is a guest."

"Psychological warfare?" my mother asked with a raised eyebrow. I nodded and then shrugged at her unhappy expression. She sighed and added, "I have a feeling this is going to be a difficult month at best." I couldn't disagree. Thankfully, mom took that moment to change the subject once again.

"So Gabriella, what are you studying at school?" She began busying herself around the kitchen as she drew Rhonda's youngest sister out. I stayed quiet as I watched Gabby slowly relax. She'd been through a lot in the last twenty four hours. We all had, but with the exception of Gloria this was probably the most traumatic for her, or if not traumatic, then unexpected. I thought Gabby was dealing pretty well, especially when she stood and started helping mom cook. Of course, only time would tell.

I decided to leave them to themselves and take a shower. I needed one pretty badly. Besides, mom was doing a good job of making Gabby comfortable without me. Actually, to be fair their conversation was probably doing them both some good.

The hot water felt amazing. I took my time and tried to gather my thoughts. On some level the whole bet thing seemed ridiculous to me despite it being my idea, but it was the best I could come up with at the time to avoid an outright fight or involving the police. I couldn't see a happy resolution for anyone with either of those two options.

The fact that Megan had accepted the bet was telling. It meant that mom was right and deep inside she wanted to be mine. I had a burning desire to make her exactly that. God knows she needed it. That's not to say she didn't like being dominate too, but her control was slipping and that was dangerous.

I was sure that there would be repercussions for what she did to Gloria. I didn't know what they would be. That was completely up to my cousin. If she wanted Megan arrested then so be it. I wouldn't stop her. In fact, I'd back her up. I don't think anyone would be happy with the results if Gloria did choose that path, but that wasn't the point.

I was distracted from my thoughts by the opening of the bathroom door. I turned and was somewhat surprised to see Megan standing there.

"Yes?" I asked, not sure how to react.

"Lisa told me to find you and tell you that she's done with me." She was obviously unhappy having to say the words, but she did it none the less.

"My sister is a bit of a surprise, isn't she?" I smiled.

"She's a bitch!" snapped Megan, sounding more like herself now. I laughed, until she turned to leave. I noticed that her ass checks were still purplish red and shook my head. Lisa had done a good job on them. It's not like Megan didn't deserve it, but still I would talk to Lisa.

"Stay here," I said in a calm and authoritative voice. I saw Megan's shoulders stiffen, but she stopped and turned back toward me. She probably expected me to tell her to join me in the shower, but I didn't. Megan waited for me to say something else, but I ignored her and began washing myself despite already having done it once. She didn't know that and it was important that she learned that I was the one in control. What better way to do that than by making her stand there and watch me? I'm sure Megan wasn't used to being ignored. I was equally certain that it bothered her.

I took my time, even washing my hair twice. I glanced in her direction when I was finally done and hid my smile. She was seething. Megan knew exactly what I was doing and it only made it worse for her.

"Come in here," I finally said once I was done, opening the shower door. She smiled slightly and came to me. The smile surprised me. So did the fact that she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss that caused every synapse in my body jump. I felt Megan take hold of my already stiffening cock and begin to stroke it.

I can't say that I didn't enjoy the moment, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what she was doing. This was her play for dominance. It was obvious that she couldn't dominate me physically so she was going to attempt to do it with sex. I couldn't let her do that. Of course, the decision was the easy part. Megan was very sensual and her body was impressive. She was also practiced at using it to get what she wanted.

She was doing her best to temp me and I can't say it didn't work. I wanted to take her, push her against the shower door and shove myself deep inside. I could picture her full breasts pushed up against the glass door as she moaned with every thrust.

If Megan wasn't careful she would get exactly what she wanted, but the end results wouldn't be what she expected. She thought she could control me with sex. She was underestimating me. I was confident in the fact that I was more dominate than her. I was sure that she would fight me, but I was equally certain that she would enjoy every moment of it, at least until I won. After that, she might not deal well at all. You see, just because I believed that deep down she wanted me to win, that doesn't mean she was ready for it. In fact, I was reasonably certain she wasn't.

"Stop," I said, coming to a decision. I used one hand to pushing her back. Megan knocked my hand aside and crushed my body with her own. I felt her hand between us directing my stiffness to her center. Her hunger was obvious and I can't say that mine didn't match it, but this wasn't the way and I knew it.

"Ouch! You bastard!" Megan cried, jumping back after I swatted her already tender ass.

"I said stop." I made my voice sound calm and controlled. It wasn't easy.

"What's the problem?" she frowned, not quite rubbing her ass. At this point that would probably only hurt more.

"Shut up and stand still." I pushed her back a little to get some distance between us. It didn't help. Her body really was amazing. I almost gave in to my desire for her, but I knew it would be a mistake. I needed Megan to accept what she wanted before I took her. If not, there was a good chance this wouldn't work out the way it needed to for everyone to be happy in the end. I had a month to get her to do that. It wouldn't be easy. It was time to start laying the groundwork. "Megan, I'm not going to have sex with you."

"Ever?" she asked, but she laughed briefly, clearly not believing it.

"That depends on you," I replied seriously.

"Here it comes," she sighed. "You've got some twisted desires and you want me to help you fulfill them, right?" I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Of course," I said, unable to stop myself from smiling. "But that's not what I mean."

"Let me guess," she said, frowning and not understanding what I was trying to tell her at all. She shrugged to herself after another moment's thought. "You want to tie me up and hurt me, or even pee on me. Well, I'm here for the month because I plan on winning. I won't stop you. I'll just focus on the fact that in a month's time it will be my turn."

Her last suggestion did a lot to remove the left over passion I was feeling. I mean, to each their own, but peeing on someone just seemed wrong on so many levels. I guess it was a humiliation thing. That wasn't something I wasn't into, but obviously Megan was. I wasn't sure how to deal with that aspect of her yet.

"Megan, you don't understand," I said slowly. "I'm not going to have any kind of sex with you until you tell me you want to give yourself to me." I watched the words sink in slowly. Her eyes locked with mine when they finally did.

"That's never going to happen," she said into the silence that followed.

"Never is a long time," I smiled, knowing she meant it, but also knowing she wanted it. It was going to be an interesting month. "Now stand still so I can wash you."

"I can wash myself," she snapped, obviously confused and angry about what was happening. I ignored her and took the soap and began washing her. She tried to reach for the bar once, but I pushed her hand out of the way and slapped her ass once more. She gasped out.

"Lift your hands and put them on wall over your head," I demanded. Megan clearly wasn't happy, but she did it. "Spread your legs." Again, she complied. She was quite a sight leaning that way and it was pure torture for both of us as I began washing her, but I refused to rush.

Her full breasts felt amazing in my hands. It was difficult not to dwell on them. I was careful with her tender ass, but I could tell even my gentle washing hurt her. Of course, Megan being Megan, that didn't seem to hurt her libido at all. I did my best to ignore the smell of her excitement, but it was almost more than I could stand.

I washed her hair last and made her rest her arms on my shoulders and her forehead against my chest as I did. I continued longer than necessary, but the feel of her against me was very nice.

"You know, I can help you take care of that," she said with a lewd smile as I finished. She glanced down at my stiffness.

"So can everyone else in the house," I shrugged.

"Maybe, but not as well as I can." I had to give Megan credit. She was as confident as they came.

"You have no idea," I laughed.

"Maybe Rhonda could be almost as good," the brunette said thoughtfully. "After all, I trained her. In fact, she did quite a good job on your cousin and the other two guys last night." I knew why she was saying it, but that didn't stop my jealousy from spiking anyway. The sex part only bothered me a little. I knew the life Rhonda had led with Megan before she met me. She was far from a virgin. What really bothered me was that Rhonda was supposed to be mine. I hated the control that Megan had over her sister and planned on breaking it, but it would take time.

"She is quite good," I found myself saying with more control than I felt. "But I bet your younger sister will be just as good, once I train her that it." The look Megan gave me should have killed me on the spot. I ignored it. "Now get out, dry yourself and wait for me."

I rinsed off for a few moments as Megan left the shower. She was standing there with the towel wrapped around her when I was done. She was very alluring and she knew it. Still, she was surprised when I reached out and pulled the towel off of her.

"Dry me," I demanded, holding the same towel out. Megan only hesitated a moment before taking the towel and using it on my body. I frowned at how fast she was doing it. "Slower." She complied, but was clearly unhappy about it. To get back at me she made sure to rub her body against mine as she worked. I ignored her as best I could.

"You're done," she said eventually and I nodded in agreement.

"Go to Lisa's room and borrow some clothes," I said. "If she's asleep wake her. After you're both dressed go downstairs. Mom was cooking a while ago. It's probably almost time to eat."

"What are you going to be doing?" she asked.

"I'll be joining you in a little bit," I replied. "Right after someone does what you offered to do. I need some relief. I'm going to find your sister." I didn't bother clarifying which one as I left Megan in the bathroom. She'd know the truth as soon as she went downstairs and found Gabby with my mother, but until then it would bother her and that was a good thing. I needed to keep her reeling if I wanted everything to work out in the end.

I found Rhonda still sleeping in mom's bed. I didn't know whether to smile or not when I saw her looking so warm and peaceful. My emotions were a jumble when I looked at her despite understanding what happened intellectually. I moved to the bed sat down on the edge. I reached out and pushed the strand of hair lying across her face out of the way. She was beautiful and I loved her. That much was certain.

I'm not sure how long I stayed like that before Rhonda's eyes fluttered open. She saw me and smiled, lifting the blanket for me. I crawled into bed and took her in my arms. Rhonda came willingly, but even as I kissed her I knew I was going to have some difficulty making love to her. The wound she left by leaving and going back to her sister was still too raw. Rhonda must have felt my difficulty because she pulled back and met my eyes. We lay that was for a few moments before she smiled sexily.

"I've been a bad girl," she said. "Aren't you going to punish me?" I knew what she was doing. I was having problems making love to her, so what she was offering was sex. I guess she figured it was a starting place. I couldn't argue with that. Worst, there was a part of me that really did want to punish her for what she'd done.

"You deserve a spanking," I found myself saying.

"Oh, I deserve much worse than that," she replied. "But a spanking is a good start." She rolled onto her stomach and lifting her ass to me. I slapped it with more strength than I planned, or had I? Rhonda cried out, but didn't complain. I slapped her ass again.

I'd never really taken pleasure out of causing pain. Oh, I'd spanked Rhonda before because she seemed to enjoy it, but this was different. I was hurting and I wanted her to feel it. Thankfully, she seemed to be enjoying it too or I would have hated myself later. As it was, we both received a twisted pleasure from it. I took my time sand paused between each stroke, giving her time to wiggle in anticipation.

After ten slaps I switched ass cheeks. Rhonda also reached out and took my cock in her hand. She stroked me between my blows. Each time my hand came down on her ass she'd squeeze my cock hard, but not enough to hurt, only bring pleasure. I was more than ready by the time I finished striking her second cheek. It was bright red, but in no way a match for her sister Megan's. I was hurt and angry, but despite that I was still in control.

Rhonda's eyes were lust filled despite the spanking, or maybe because of it. I didn't question it. My own need had finally awakened. I rolled Rhonda onto her back and thrust into her. She was soaked and I slipped in easily. Her legs were splayed wide as she gave herself to me. I set a brutal, punishing pace, but she didn't complain. In fact, she did quite the opposite.

"More!" she moaned as her orgasm grew. I slapped one of her breasts with my hand and she cried out. "Harder!" I'd never done this before and I couldn't bring myself to hit them as hard as I did her ass, but my slaps weren't gently either. Her breasts shivered with each stoke. Rhonda cried out, clearly enjoyed what I was doing.

"I'm close!" I warned her after a few minutes. Her breasts were more pink then red.

"Me too!" she gasped. "But don't stop punishing me! I deserve it! I need it!"

In that moment I realized what she was trying to tell me. She wasn't doing this for me, or at least not just for me. Rhonda felt terrible for what happened. She wanted to be punished...no needed to be. There might be something wrong with that, but it was what it was. She didn't have a normal upbringing. So no surprise, her reactions weren't normal. Don't misunderstand. I think there a part of all of us that believes we should be punished when we do something wrong. Of course, most of us probably don't think it should involve physical abuse and certainly even less think it should involve sex, but Rhonda wasn't like most people. I guess neither was I.

"Pinch your nipple!" I demanded. "Make it hurt!" Rhonda complied without argument and squeezed one of her thick points far more aggressively than I would have. That didn't stop me from reaching out and doing the same to her other nipple a moment later.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "I'm going to cum!"

"No!" I snapped suddenly, releasing her and pulling out. "Not yet." I didn't want to finish this way.

"Don't stop! Please!" Rhonda moaned. In answer, I rolled her back onto her stomach and thrust inside her from behind. My hips slammed against her bright red ass cheeks with every thrust. Her cries changed quickly. "Yes! It hurts! Thank you! It hurts! Punish me!"

All the pent up fear, anger and frustration bottled up inside of me burst free in that moment. I loved Rhonda. I also hated her for the emotional turmoil she caused me since I woke up and found her gone. A dark part of me wanted to make her pay for that and because she had a desire to feel my retribution too, I let it out.

I grabbed Rhonda by the hair and pulled her head off the mattress, taking a moment to lean forward and rape her lips with my own. Her eyes met mine and I could see her need for me to finish as plain as I could feel my own. I sat back up, but didn't release her hair. I pulled it harder, forcing her to prop herself up on her elbows. I swatted her already red ass between pushing in and out of her and she cried out in pain and pleasure. I did it twice more.

"Oh yes! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Rhonda moaned loudly. Instead of swatting her ass again, I rested my hand just below the small of her back and thrust my thumb down between her cheeks. I found the opening there and pushed in. She lifted her hips off the bed and pushed back against my hips and hand. "I'm going to cum....right...now!"

I let go of her hair and grabbed her hip, leaving my other hand where it was. I thrust inside of Rhonda as deep as I could go with both my thumb and cock. The latter let loose a torrent of cum as well as all my pent up pain and rage. I slammed against her so hard that it had to hurt, but she just cried out in release. Our bodies shook together as I filled her. I squeezed with the hand on her hips as tightly as I could. I was sure there would be a hand print there later.

I don't remember finishing. Maybe I blacked out for a moment because the next thing I knew I was lying in bed with her resting on my shoulder. We were both breathing heavy. Neither one of us spoke as we recovered. It was almost five minutes later before Rhonda broke the silence.

"Brian?" she began tentatively.

"Yes?" I asked, looking down at her. She refused to look at me for a moment, but then relented and met my eyes.

"Thank you for coming for me," she said softly.

"You're welcome," I replied before looking away. "But I shouldn't have had to." She didn't bother denying it.

"I'm sorry," she said slowly. "Please tell me I haven't lost you over it?" It was a fair question.

"No," I replied with equal slowness. "But things are going to have to be different."

"I know," she said sadly. I couldn't stand seeing her that way.

"Not that different," I sighed, shifting us until we were spooning. She took my hand in hers and rested them both between her breasts. It felt good to be lying like this together. We remained like that for a while before Rhonda spoke again.

"Do you think this bet thing is going to work?" she asked.

"It better," I said. "Or you and Lisa are going to end up with Megan."

"You'll still have your mother and Gabby," Rhonda said. "That's something." I pulled free of Rhonda and spun her toward me until she was looking at me.

"That's unacceptable," I said in a voice that brooked no argument. "You're mine. So is Lisa. Sure, maybe you're your sister's as well for the moment, but that will change."

"I hope so," Rhonda said, a tear falling down her cheek. "I love Megan, but I don't know how I'll live without you."

"It won't come to that," I insisted, hoping I was right. We lay like that in silence for a few more minutes.

"It's time to change the subject," Rhonda eventually sighed.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Well," she said, hesitating briefly before continuing. She sounded far more like herself when she did. "How about we start with what just happened?"

"What about it?" I asked in confusion. She actually laughed.

"Brian, you are one of the most dominate people I've ever met and you're also one of the kindest," she began to explain. "Those don't always go together. You're naturally decent even when you are domineering. I'm going to have bruises for days after what we just did and sooner or later, you're going to see them and start feeling guilty even though deep down you know I needed what happened as much as you did."

"I'll be okay," I said, trying to convince myself as much as her.

"No you won't," Rhonda insisted. "You're view on things are very traditional. You've been brought up to protect people, especially women. The idea of hitting one is horrifying to you."

I knew she was right, but this was different wasn't it? My own questioning made me snort. If I wasn't confident about what just happened and why I did what I did then Rhonda was right. Eventually, I would feel guilty over it. I guess there was a part of me that already did.

"I thought I had a grip on all of this," I sighed. "But I guess not. I keep comparing myself to your sister and coming up with reasons why I'm different, but they're not necessarily true, are they? I figured that even though I like to be dominate, I didn't like to hurt people like your sister does. Yet, then this happens." Another thought came to mind and it only made me feel worse.

"Your sister mentioned the possibility of me actually peeing on her and I was horrified. I told myself that I would never be into humiliation like that, but then I forced her to stand in the shower while I washed her. I'm sure that was humiliating to her in a way. Worse, I made her dry me like she was my servant."

"She must have loved that," Rhonda said, shaking her head.

"I'm no better than she is, am I? Hell, maybe the truth is that I'm just like your sister, only less experienced."

"And that thought scares the hell out of you," Rhonda said confidently, rolling back over and taking my arm. We were spooning again.

"You have no idea!" I sighed. We fell silent and lay like that for a few minutes. I thought that maybe Rhonda had drifted off to sleep, but then she spoke again.

"You know what your problem is?" she asked suddenly.

"No, what?" I asked, feeling oddly comforted by our discussion despite the subject. I knew Rhonda loved me, but today she seemed very relaxed with me. I guess she was carrying around a fear that I would one day realize her sister still had a hold on her and that it would drive me to push her away. It must have weighed down on her mind ever since we got together. Either that or my punishment of her comforted her somehow. Weird shit.

"You think too much," she replied. I couldn't very well argue based on my last few thoughts, so instead I laughed. It felt good. We fell silent again, but somehow I felt better this time. I was just drifting off to sleep when she rolled out of bed.

"Where are you going?" I asked in surprise.

"I smell some of your mother's famous pasta primavera," she replied with a grin. "I haven't eaten since dinner last night."

"I guess I'm a little hungry too," I sighed, sat up and stretched. Rhonda reached for her clothes and I moved to the door. I needed to grab something to wear from my room.

"Brian," she said, just as I reached for the doorknob.

"Yes?" I asked turning back.

"Please be gentle with Gabby," she said. It seemed like the topic was coming out of left field, but in truth I wasn't really surprised. I knew how much she cared for her little sister. "Don't let your anger at Megan or me affect how you treat her."

"I won't," I said. I was sorely tempted to tell Rhonda the truth about her little sister and my relationship, but it would be a mistake. I held my peace despite it being difficult.

"And stop comparing yourself to Megan," she continued, watching me carefully. "You're looking for absolutes to differentiate yourself from my sister and they don't exist, at least not in the places you're looking. There is punishment and humiliation in every relationship. It might not be sexual or physical, but it's there just the same. It's the human condition. It starts with our parents trying to show us right from wrong and it goes until we're on our deathbeds."

"The truth is that I needed to be punished for leaving, and you needed to get beyond your anger and pain over my going. Personally, I think what happened was a lot better than me hating myself for my weakness and you growing to hate me for it as well. You punished me and I accepted it. Sure, the issue still exists, but the pent up emotions behind it were released. That's the best that we can hope for until everything finally gets resolved."

"I hear you," I said slowly. I knew she was right, but the idea of Megan and I being alike still bothered me. Rhonda looked at me as if she were reading my mind. A moment later I was almost certain she had.

"You know, Megan's not really a bad person," she continued. "And what's happening with her is as much my fault as hers."

"How do you figure?" I asked in surprise.

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked in response. "My sister thinks she's supposed to be dominant and the truth is she's not really. My personality is so completely submissive that when things came to a head between us she fell into the dominant role. She let it define her and now she doesn't know how to break away from it."

"I guess I'm not the only one who thinks too much," I said with raised eyebrows, causing Rhonda to laugh briefly.

"Megan is more like Lisa than you or I. She can be dominating, but she also has a need to be dominated, only in my sister's situation, she can't see it. I've tried talking to her about it, but she refuses. Her sense of self is too tied to the role in order to break her from it."

"Do you think it's even possible?" I asked. She looked at me oddly and then smiled.

"Before I met you? No," she replied. "But now, maybe. Only Brian?"

"Yes?" I asked in reply. She'd lost her smile.

"You're going to have to do far worse than make her dry you with a towel to do it. You're going to have to force her to accept herself for what she really is, but you're going to have to do it in a way that doesn't break her completely."

"Sounds like fun," I sighed. Rhonda understood.

"For what it's worth the real difference between you and Megan is that her need to control, punish and humiliate comes from a deep feeling of inferiority and fear. You're not a man who needs to feel control so much as naturally being that way. And although you'll use punishment, and yes even humiliation, you'll only do it to reach a goal."

"And what was my goal with bringing you pain just a short time ago?" I asked, somewhat numbly.

"I could say that the goal was to relieve your pain and anger at my betrayal and that would be fair, but I don't think you would have hurt me even still except that I needing it as well. You've always been able to read my emotions and needs. Sure, you enjoyed my pain, but only because I did as well, although maybe enjoyed is the wrong word." She paused briefly as she pulled on her socks. I stood there by the door watching her, knowing she wasn't done yet.

"Brian, I needed what happened," she said slowly. "And I may again before the month is over with Megan in the house. Don't be afraid of it."

"I'm not, "I said carefully. "Or at least I'm more afraid of what I'm becoming then the specific situations. Every time I think I understand and can accept what's happening, something else occurs and I have to question myself and my motives again."

"And that's exactly my point," she sighed as she stood and joined me by the door. "Stop doing it. You are what you are. Accept it."

"It's not that easy," I said.

"Don't you think I know that?" she asked. "Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to accept me for what I am? I fought it at first and even talked to counselors about it, but the bottom line is that I'm happiest when there's someone else in control. I wasn't thrilled with everything that happened with Megan, but she's my sister and I love her. The truth is that I was content with her controlling my life until I met you."

"I'm sorry," I frowned.

"Don't be," she smiled, resting her hand on my cheek and kissing me briefly. "You are the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my days making you happy. Deep down I know it's what I was made for, only Megan is my sister and she needs me. She losing it and I have to help her if I can."

"Is that why you left me?" I asked, confused once more. Rhonda stepped back and snorted.

"No, I left you because Megan called and told me to. She used Gabby to break the little resistance I had against her."

"If she told you to do something right now, would you?" I asked, watching her carefully. Rhonda expression turned melancholy.

"I wish I could say no," she said slowly, a tear drifting down her cheek.

"Good," I found myself saying.

"What?" Rhonda asked in surprise.

"Rhonda, I can't bear the thought that you left me willingly. I can and will fight Megan for you, but only if I'm certain you wouldn't choose her over me if you had any control."

"I wouldn't," she said confidently. "I love you. I want to give myself to you mind, body and soul, but Megan..."

"Let me worry about her," I interjected, pulling Rhonda into a hug. "Now let's go eat."

"We'd better get downstairs before there's none left," Rhonda said, smiling at me warmly as we let the subject drop.

The next month would be difficult and in order to persevere against Megan I was going to have to stop dwelling on my fears and focus on winning the bet. On the other hand, I felt oddly sated after my time with Rhonda. The sex, and yes, even the punishment helped, but I think in the end it had more to do with our conversation afterward. Despite everything that was happening I could feel Rhonda and I growing closer. More weird shit, but then again, I was starting to accept that life was like that.