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Mum came home not long after my second round of tormenting. I was all too aware of them as Mum called me down for dinner. I felt like she could see them, even through my blue jeans. My Mum is a milf. Mum is tall with really long fit legs; legs kept in perfect condition by the morning runs she and my Sister take.

Despite a few faint wrinkles, Mum looks pretty good, considering she is advancing into her forties. She left my Sister and I alone to finish setting the table and went into the kitchen to bring out the food. Sister bondage stories immediately sat down and looked at me pointedly — she expected me to finish on my own. I did so, feeling her mocking eyes Sister bondage stories me. I finished just as Mum was bringing in the food. Mum sat at the head of the table and my Sister and I sat across from each other.

Our usual routine went as follows, Mum helped herself first, and then it was my turn, and finally Sarah, the youngest. But this time, after Mum was done filling her plate with lasagne and chipsSarah met my eyes and then reached out to go next. She took a generous portion of both lasagne and chips, leaving me next to nothing. My Sister well and truly owned my ass. We finished the meal mostly in silence. Sarah looked at me every now and then, smirking, enjoying my obvious misery.

Sarah was next, although she left a good third of hers. I wanted so badly to reach out and take it, but I knew what would happen if I did. Sarah caught me staring at her plate and gave a contented little stretch. I nearly sobbed when after dinner, Mum went to prepare dessert, taking the plates away, and leaving me alone with my Sister. Go get me a glass of coke. I tried hard not to cry, just about succeeding.

Sarah smiled. I turned away and focused on my task, trying not to think of Byson — our damn dog — eating all of what should have been my dinner. I grabbed a bottle of coke out the fridge and two glasses, filled them up, and then put the bottle back in the fridge. She scowled when she saw I was holding a glass as well.

She looked at me for a moment and my pulse pounded in terrified anticipation.

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I knew I was going to pay for this, but how? Keep it up. I will allow you to drink this coke. Goddess flavour. I watched, unable to do anything as the disgusting mixture of spit and snot dribbled into my drink. Finished, my Sister handed it back to me with a grin, just as Mum Sister bondage stories the room carrying dessert: three warm chocolate fudge cakes with ice cream.

Sarah sipped at her coke as I stared into mine. I swallowed, my adams apple bobbing, and then proceeded to gulp down my loogey-flavoured beverage. I flushed. While Mum was ignorant of my true humiliation, hearing them both laughing at me, I felt incredibly out ed. After dessert, Mum went into the front room to watch her soaps, and Sarah and I were expected to do the washing up. My Sister followed me into the kitchen, but I knew she had no intention of helping me. True enough, without saying a word, she just leaned against the fridge and looked at me smugly.

I went to start on the dishes, trying not to look at her, but she spoke to get my attention. My heart sank. It was a very feminine floral apron with pink ruffles around the edges. I gulped. My Sister gave me a once over, nodding with cruel satisfaction, and then motioned for me to doing the dishes.

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I did. Sarah came over to lean against the counter right beside me. The way she positioned herself, elbows on the counter, head titled slightly back, chest thrust out, drew particular attention to her budding breasts. I just tried hard not to look at her, because if I did, I knew my eyes would betray me and stray to her tits. I kept my eyes on the plate I was cleaning and answered how I knew she would wish.

She laughed. I felt my cheeks react, burning in embarrassment. I felt like crying again. She narrowed her eyes again, but her smile remained in place.

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I thought you just said you liked it? I was just starting to dry up when things got even worse. Mum came into the kitchen. I turned in surprise, nearly dropping the plate I was holding. She stood in the doorway, looking at me with a baffled expression on her face. In fact, her smile seemed wider, as if she was pleased that Mum had walked in on us. Mum seemed to get over her surprise. She raised a hand to her mouth, but not out of shock, like she wanted me to believe. It was to cover a smile of her own. She got herself together and pulled out her stern face.

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You two have been acting strange ever since I got back. Jacob, why are you wearing my apron? Someone better starting talking soon. Sarah spoke first. My heart wrenched in my chest. It was short lived, though. Her stern face dissolved. He said he could easily beat me in a race, so I said we should make a bet on it. He lost. I won. Mum shook her head at me. What made you think you could outrun your sister? Sarah had obviously thought this through. She wanted to embarrass me in front of Mum, and this was the only way she could do it and still keep her promise to me.

I had to admire her cunning. Mum laughed. She hated men that thought they were better than women just because of their gender. Come sit and watch TV with me. Mum paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. Mum watched me with a faint smile. She was enjoying my subjugation at the hands of my Sister. Mum nodded and went to leave. She stopped in the doorway, turning to give me a teasing look.

My Sister laughed at me as well as I glowed bright red, feeling more out ed than I had before. Suddenly, she got in my face, trapping me against the counter, hands on either side of me. Do not sniff them. Do not do anything with them except wash them. Do I make myself clear? Worship my being. Caress Sister bondage stories with words. Treat me with loving respect. Or else. I saw her arm move, her smile grow, and a moment later I felt slimy, disgusting, soapy water poured over my head.

I shivered and shut my eyes, my face contorting in disgust, water dripping down the back of my top. Sarah laughed at me again. She wiped her hand on the apron a few times and then stepped back. Instead I cried to myself like a baby for about five minutes. I felt sure it would not be pleasant. I finished the dishes first and then went to get started on the laundry.

Better to be safe than sorry. Doing the laundry was pure torture. I longed to bury my nose in them, smell their heavenly scents, and finally bring myself to an earth shattering orgasm with their knickers wrapped in my hand. I just knew the moment I did, Sarah would catch me on one of her promised checks. And so, frustrated and humiliated, I entered Sister bondage stories living room after finishing my chores and waited for my Sister to acknowledge me.

Sarah continued to ignore me until her program was finished. Sarah waited for me to do as instructed, and then dropped the bomb. I looked at her in mortified shock. I was still wearing those ultra girlish panties and she wanted me to take off my pants and expose myself in front of Mum. She shared another look with Mum, and they grinned at each other.

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It was in that moment that I realised it was over. Any shred of dignity I had left Sister bondage stories about to be stripped from me. It was clear that Mum and my Sister had been talking about me while I did the laundry, and Sarah had told her about how she had me wearing her knickers.

Mum looked all too eager to see me take off my pants. But the question was, what had Sarah told her? Had she told Mum all of the truth? Mum would not be acting this nice and yes, this was actually nice, because my Mum could be a real bitch if she felt I had wronged her or disrespected a woman if she knew the truth. So really, once again I was left with no choice, and I was forced to unbutton my pants and pull them down.

I stepped out of them, but hesitated to straighten up, because that would reveal my pantied state. As soon as Mum saw the cute pink panties, she cracked up laughing, falling back into the sofa and giggling like crazy. I stood with my hands on my head; face a bright red mask, enduring her derisive laughter.

Sarah smirked at me cruelly as she stood up and moved to stand beside me.

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