We spent the rest of that morning continuing the sexual exploration of our respective bodies. By the time Lonnie arrived home, we were definitely ready for a male participant.
We both wanted to be sexually enticing to him, so we dressed carefully. Mai wore only a pair of black panties, just like the night before, when she had regaled us with the G-string. This pair was not what most people would consider normal underwear. They were sheer black bikinis, split down the middle, exposing her baby-smooth crotch from the top of her cunt to halfway up her ass crack. Before she had even pulled them to her hips, I was turned on.
Since I could not claim the same sophisticated wardrobe, I had to satisfy myself by wearing my sheerest baby-doll top with nothing on beneath it. Without panties, my sexual juices were constantly dripping down the insides of my thighs.
When Lonnie came into the den, Mai and I had to almost fight each other to see who could hug him first. My brother, of course, was delighted by the outpouring of affection by two very scantily clad ladies. The only problem, though, was that he definitely smelled like he had just played in a baseball game. We told him to hit the showers, and we would be waiting impatiently for his return. But before he had a chance to leave, Mai and I took turns massaging his cloth-covered cock with the promise of more when he came back. While he was gone, Mai and I discussed the way we could explain our plan to him and the reasons behind the need for such drastic action. I could not remember Lonnie ever saying anything bad about Mother. I began to worry that even after he heard the horrifying details of what happened that morning, he still would not be interested in taking part. Without him, we could do nothing. Not only was he needed to help pull it off, but all three of us had to participate to ensure our undying silence.
The only alternative we had, if we could not convince him of the logical necessity, was to use our bodies as the ultimate persuaders. Hopefully, this would not prove necessary. But just in case, Mai and I did talk over the possibility that we might have to use our feminine edge.
Almost before we had a chance to catch our breath after our discussion, Lonnie came flying back into the room. He was stark naked. The shower that he had just taken was obviously not cold enough to dampen his arousal. After looking at woman-flesh all morning, it was quite nice to see his enormous male cock.
We instructed my brother to sit down because we had something important to discuss with him. I told him about the morning confrontation with Mother. He was definitely outraged, but shrugged his shoulder in helplessness. He said that Mother was Father's problem. Mai and I, then, told him our plan.
"No way! You two have to be as crazy as she is to think of something like this," he said, his voice registering genuine shock.
"Listen, Lonnie, forget about what she said and did to me for a second. Think, instead, of the life Daddy has had to lead since she locked herself in her room. Don't you think he deserves something better?" I logically argued.
"She's right, Lonnie. Your mother could have caused serious harm to your sister's body this morning. She accused both you and your father of trying to mess around with Lana. Although that might be true in your case, it is certainly not true in your father's. If an accusation like that should reach the ears of the public, whether it is true or not, you, your father, and probably Lana, would not have a future that would be worth a dime," Mai said, adding her own argument.
"I'm sorry, Mai, Lana. I agree that something has to be done. But I don't agree with the way you want to do it. I think we should tell Daddy what happened, and let him make the decision. He's been making them all these years. Why should we take that responsibility out of his hands now? After all, he has taken care of her and given her everything she has ever asked for. Daddy wants to handle the situation. If he didn't, he would have sent her away a long time ago. I think we should forget about the whole idea, and get down to some serious sex. What do you say?" Lonnie asked, finishing his side of the debate with a leering look at our half-naked bodies.
"What about Mai?" I demanded. "She deserves something better. As long as Mother has her way, Daddy will never be able to live a life that is considered normal. Come on, Lonnie, wouldn't it be wonderful to have Mai around all the time? She just might be the best piece of ass you'll ever have. Are you going to let it get away? We'll give you five minutes to think about it. Okay?"
"I don't have to think about it," he replied.
Mai and I got up from the couch, leaving Lonnie sitting alone. Both of us realized that it was hopeless arguing with him. We still gave him the five minutes. If at that time he didn't come around to our way of thinking, it would be necessary to take more drastic steps.
We had discussed the possibility of Lonnie not wanting to go along with us. Mai said that she knew a technique that was guaranteed to change his mind. She went on to say that not only would it get what we wanted, but we just might get a lot of personal enjoyment from it as well.
Mai threw on her robe, then dashed to her car. She removed a large canvas bag from the trunk, and hurried back into the house. I had already been briefed about her bag of tricks, but hadn't seen it. I was very curious as to the contents of the bag. I was about to ask if I could see what was inside when Mai pointed at her wrist, signaling that my brother's time was up. We gave each other a good-luck feel of one another's cunt, then returned to the den.
Back in that room, we could see that Lonnie had been giving our talk a great deal of thought. His cock had deflated and his brow was furrowed in concentration.
"Well, Lonnie, are you going to change your mind and do something about this terrible situation, or are you going to sit there and hope it disappears?" I asked, giving reason one last chance.
"Look, if it matters at all, I think something should definitely be done. I just don't think it's our place to do it. So why don't we forget about it for now, and start doing something that is a lot more pleasurable? Both of you ladies look good enough to eat. And the hardest decision I want to make all day is who is going to be first?" he answered, fingering his born-again erection.
"You're not going to change your mind then, right?" Mai asked, just to make sure.
"No, I'm not going to change my mind. That's final!" he answered.
Mai nodded her head to me, whipping us both into action. I went and took Lonnie's arm, leading him to the bed. He came along easily, obviously figuring that the sex games were about to begin. He was absolutely right, except all the rules were Mai's and mine. Mai had already reached the bed, accompanied by her bag of tricks.
I pushed Lonnie down on the bed, and went right for his blood-engorged cock. It was a shame that we had to trick him in this manner, but he gave us no other choice. Without any preliminaries, I popped his loaded weapon into my mouth, and began, seriously, trying to suck the ammunition right out of it. Unfortunately for Lonnie, it was a diversion. Mai grabbed his right hand, placed it between her legs, and allowed him to caress her hairless crotch. He didn't suspect anything was strange until the handcuff snapped closed over his wrist, attaching him to the bed.
Once he realized he was trapped, Lonnie began to furiously struggle against his metal bond. I jumped clear of the bed, joining Mai a safe distance from my surprised and thoroughly leashed brother.
"What the hell is going on?" he screamed.
"Lana and I decided that we want to play slave and mistresses. We're not going to hurt you. All that's going to happen is that I'm going to expose both you and your sister to a different aspect of the sexual scene," Mai explained.
"Are you sure that this has nothing to do with what we were talking about before?" he asked, calming down somewhat.
"It has nothing to do with that," Mai lied. "This is just a game to heighten our sexual pleasure. Lie back and enjoy it. But first, we have to finish immobilizing your arms and legs. Okay?"
"Nobody is going to get hurt, right, Lana?" Lonnie questioned, turning his attention to me.
"Nobody gets hurt," I confirmed.
Not telling the truth posed no problem for me. I believed that the only way to solve the problem with my mother was to have my brother go along with the plan. Since this was the case, I was willing to go to pretty extreme lengths to get Lonnie to agree to come in with us.
My brother relaxed quietly on the bed while Mai locked his other wrist to the frame with a second pair of handcuffs. She then secured his legs to the bed with leather straps. When she was finished, Lonnie was totally bound to the bed, helplessly spread-eagled on his back. For the second time in the last hour, his erection disappeared.
We didn't really want to torture him into joining us. Mai and I agreed that if we could tease him enough, he would probably change his mind. Mai had explained that timing would be the most important part of our plan. We could only bring up our demands when he was enduring the most teasing and discomfort. We couldn't afford to tip our hand too early in the game.
The first item on the agenda was bringing back his erection. Mai took a large feather from her bag and began stroking the area around his flaccid penis. Without ever touching the sensitive cock-flesh, her skilled hands brought it back to throbbing life. She had concentrated her efforts on the tiny stretch of skin between his asshole and the wrinkled sac that contained his balls. His erection was my signal to join in on the action.
I hopped on the bed and straddled his shoulders with my knees. It was then when I stripped off my nighty, exposing my nakedness to his horny eyes. My cunt was no more than six inches from his face, and I could tell that his nostrils had already caught the smell that emanated from my woman's crotch.
While Mai continued her manipulations with the feather, I commenced to masturbate myself into sexual readiness. It was easy to see that he was responding to the sight because of the way his tongue spastically licked his moisture-starved lips. Very slowly, I drove a finger into my vagina, then pumped it a few times until it glistened with my hot sex juice. After working myself up for awhile in this manner, I withdrew my pleasure-giving finger and held it under his nose. He inhaled my fragrance deeply. Soon, I could see that he wanted to savor my sex with another of his senses, so, I dropped my finger to his mouth. Lonnie greedily sucked on it, not leaving the slightest chance that any of my essence would remain.
By this time, I was aroused as my brother was. The feelings that were coursing through my system were crying out for relief. The fact that this little session might go on for quite some time stopped me from burning myself out too early. So instead of giving in to the immediate urge, I turned myself around and gave Lonnie a different view of my hot little body-my asshole.
"I want you to eat my asshole, Brother dear. And if you want to be rewarded, I suggest you do a good job," I said, grabbing and pulling my ass cheeks apart, giving him full access to my tiny back-door hole.
Just to egg him on a bit, I placed a wet kiss on the head of his cock which bobbed maddeningly in front of my face. It took a great deal of self-control to release his angry, red organ after just one kiss.
During this entire time, Mai kept up her feather assault. She moved it slowly over his asshole, balls, and finally his prick, never quite allowing him to derive the maximum amount of pleasure from any one place. As soon as he began to show signs of intense excitement, she quickly stopped what she was doing, and began all over in a different region.
Since I really did not understand all of the subtleties of what we were doing, I could only follow the instructions that Mai had given me, and rely totally on her judgment and leadership in this matter. As a matter of fact, the only aspect of the exercise that I was sure of was the erotic feelings that continued to build inside myself.
Meanwhile, my brother's tongue had found its mark, beating out a steady tattoo on the sensitive flesh. He had my little hole all wet and slippery, and was trying to push his insistent, tongue into the tightly muscled orifice. I was squirming with delight. My juices were dripping on his chest and neck. Lonnie was taking the game very seriously.
While Mai was able to remain patient with her teasing feather, I was no longer able to control my powerful need to climax. I said a silent good-bye to Lonnie's tongue, working so well on my asshole, and introduced it to the true seat of my pleasure. I grabbed my pussy-flesh and pulled it apart, allowing my brother room to attack my quivering clit.
And attack it he did! He started with broad tongue-strokes that pinned the small sensation buzzer against the soft tissue of its home. Then he began flicking the tip of his tongue rhythmically against it, always increasing the speed and, for me, the sensation.
This only had to continue for a few minutes before my body began its familiar come-dance. I twitched and shuddered as the spasms focused directly on and in my cunt. I had finally arrived and with one last convulsive shake, I squeezed all of my woman's juices from my clenched vagina into his mouth. I collapsed, unconscious, with my cunt tight to his face.
Mai must have watched my passion throes because she lifted me off Lonnie's pleasure-giving mouth and sat me down at the foot of the bed, framed by the vee of my brother's widely spread legs. When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by an intimate view of the older woman's body. Her nipples were swollen and seemed to be crying out for somebody's mouth. Her split-crotch panties were also showing signs of her growing excitement. The lace borders that surrounded the opening were beginning to darken as her own juices poured passionately from her body.
I was just about to take care of her overheated cunt when she waved me away, handed me the feather, and pointed to Lonnie's enormous cockhead. I understood, immediately that she wanted my brother to do her as he had just done me. There was no argument from me. I needed a rest, anyway. Quickly, she was on his chest, saying to Lonnie that his next meal had arrived.
"I want you to make me just as happy as you made Lana. Okay?" Mai asked, pulling apart her own woman's pussy to give him an unobstructed target at which to direct his tongue.
Lonnie didn't say a word. It was like he was going to let his educated mouth do the talking for him. Mai was pleased by his ready compliance. I watched for a moment while Lonnie's tongue began its milking task inside of her sex-swollen cunt. Unfortunately, I had to soon turn away from the spectacle because I, too, had a job to do. The feather, I realized, was still in my hands!
In the beginning, I imitated the same technique that I had watched Mai use. Pretty quickly, though, I was inventing my own. I was really getting off on his reaction every time I touched a sensitive place. Sometimes he would strain mightily against his restraining bonds. It was not hurting him, I was sure, because if it was, he would have demanded that we stop. It hadn't happened yet, but we couldn't rule out the possibility that pain might become a reality.
To be in this much control, I was beginning to realize, was a pleasing experience. I felt powerful, knowing that I was free to do anything. Even though I very much loved my brother, he was the one responsible for the sensual onslaught we were unloading on him. If he insisted on remaining disagreeable to our wishes, he was going to have to pay the consequences, and I was going to enjoy it.
I turned the feather around in my hand, and, this time, stroked him with the pointed end. Since I was positioned only inches from his asshole, I figured that it would be a fine place to commence a new attack. Before inserting it, though, I reached between my own legs for my natural lubricating fluid. I then smeared it all around and through his hair-covered hole before taking the end of the feather and guiding it into his dark, sensitive tunnel.
Lonnie's hips leaped off the bed as he felt the new sensations of anal invasion. Even Mai turned her head to see what I had done to make him react so violently. I quickly withdrew the feather, held it up for her to see, and showed her what I had done by pushing it through my circled fingers. She nodded her head and winked, giving me the go-ahead to continue.
Again, I placed the end of the feather into Lonnie's asshole, but this time, I allowed him to get used to the strange feeling before shoving it all the way home. He seemed to have accepted it better this time because his only outward reaction was a faint squirming of his lower body. At the time, I took a quick look at his cock and saw that it was still erect, proving to me that he had not disliked the new sensation all that much. Slowly I began to push the feather deeper. The action was turning me on to the unique disappearing act. As a matter of fact, I was so turned on that I was tempted to gobble his wonderful cock into my mouth. But, fortunately, I remembered that Mai had warned me that if he was to come, it would be much more difficult to make him bend to our wishes. It was a weird thrill, enjoying Lonnie's discomfort as much as I was.
The bare spine of the feather was, soon, totally out of my view. I was almost jealous of the sensations he was receiving, knowing how much my own hole liked to be filled. And it was definitely evident that he was enjoying it. His cock was swollen to what looked like bursting proportions and his hips were slowly twitching in what I knew was pleasure.
Unfortunately, it was at this point, that I also knew I could no longer continue. Even without touching his ready-to-come cock, I could not take the chance that I might trigger his release in some other way. So, it was with a little bit of sadness that I withdrew the feather, leaving his asshole empty once more.
Although my brother's joy had temporarily ended, it was obvious by Mai's moans that she was reaching the height of hers. I figured, since Lonnie's hands were tied and Mai's hands were needed to keep his cunt-eating face in position, that I would give some attention to her heavenly breasts. I started out by kneading and massaging them with my hands, but, quickly, replaced them with my lips and tongue as soon as I approached her hard nipples. At first, I just flicked at them, making those tasty tidbits swell with desire. Then, alternating between the two, I sucked them deep into my mouth, drawing hard on the tender tit-flesh.
With my nipple-sucking and Lonnie's clit-licking, it was not long before Mai was writhing around in pre-climax tremors. She was literally smashing her cunt into my brother's mouth, covering his entire face with her juices. It looked like she was fucking his face. If it was not for the fact that my hands were filled with her glorious tits, I would have fingered myself into her building excitement.
When Mai climaxed, it was with as much intensity as I had experienced just minutes before. She, too, fell against Lonnie's mouth, giving the appearance of being unconscious. This time, it was my turn to assist her until she recovered. I moved her to the same place she had moved me, completely ignoring my brother. Mai took her time, slowly recuperating.
Lonnie had not watched Mai and me climax. There was no doubt he was beginning to wonder when his body was going to be able to receive the ultimate in physical pleasure.
"Now that you ladies have satisfied yourselves, don't you think it's time to grant me a little satisfaction?" he asked.
"We didn't want it to have to come to this, Lonnie, but you haven't left us any choice. If you promise to help us with the plan to deal with your mother, I don't think either Lana or myself would deny you anything," Mai explained.
"Oh, so that's the reason behind tying me down and getting me excited, right? Well, it's not going to work. I'll never let myself get involved in your crazy scheme," he boasted.
"Oh, Lonnie, can't you see that we don't want to take advantage of your situation. You give us no choice. Please reconsider. If you promise right now, I'll let you fuck me and break my cherry. How does that sound?" I offered.
"No dice, Lana. I am not going to give in. Why don't we forget all about this? Turn me loose, and we'll all have a good time. Come on, what do you say?" he asked, a charming, persuasive smile appearing on his face.
"I'm sorry, Lonnie. Whatever is going to happen to you is really your own fault. We have given you every opportunity to change your mind. You didn't, so I'm afraid you are going to have to be made to bow to our wishes. Right, Lana?" she asked, turning to me.
"Right," I answered, my voice showing less enthusiasm than Mai's.
I knew that the next phase of our little game of extortion was not going to be as gentle as the first part. I looked into my brother's eyes, hoping he could see my feelings of concern. Maybe, if he understood how worried I was about continuing our tactics, he would go along with us. Instead, for the first time since we began the proceedings, Lonnie's face was registering anger. And when Lonnie was angry, he became stubborn. It was too bad, I convinced myself, that he was making things difficult for himself.
"Okay, Lana, we gave him every possible chance to change his mind. He chose not to. Would you please get my canvas bag for me? I have to get your brother ready for the next step," Mai said.
As I went across the room, Mai went directly to the area between his legs, and began caressing his sensitive cock-flesh. During our talk, Lonnie had again lost his erection, and Mai was taking the time to revive the limp organ.
It quickly became obvious that Lonnie was trying to fight the sexual urge. His eyes were tightly closed in concentration. It appeared that he was having some success because his once-all-powerful cock was not responding to Mai's expert hands. I had already retrieved her bag, and was about to ask if I could help in some way, when she waved me off with a nod, signifying to me that she had everything under control. All I could do was stand there and watch.
Soon, the blonde bombshell could see that she was getting no sexual reaction from my brother. Bending over, until her face was scant inches from his flaccid cock, she began blowing soft billows of air into his cockhead. When I looked closely, I could see that it was having a minimal effect. Although he was not getting a hardon, his penis was twitching under the strain of his conscious effort to restrain his excitement.
Mai was growing tired of her less-than-successful preliminaries. This time, she lowered her head completely, and popped his limp cock into her mouth. It disappeared totally within minutes. Mai's cheeks were puffed out by the large treat. I could tell that she was enjoying it because of the way she rolled the large morsel around in her mouth.
The expression on my brother's face was proof that Mai was finally and successfully getting to him. He was definitely unable to fight the sensations any longer. Further proof was the fact that Mai had to release some of his growing cock from her sucking mouth. I figured Mai would stop the blow job at this point, but she showed no signs of quitting.
It was great watching an expert at work. Not only was her mouth active, but she was bringing her tongue into play with evident effectiveness. At times, she let my brother's fully erect sex tool slide entirely from her mouth, tenderly massaging his heavy balls, and letting her slippery tongue give his vein-ridged cock a thorough bath. Lonnie had lost any of the control he might have had in trying to suppress his arousal.
It was at this point that I thought Mai would surely end her onslaught. Again, I was wrong. His cock went back into her mouth, and she sucked vigorously on his blood-engorged organ. Her head began to bob faster and faster until I figured that there was no way she would be able to stop in time. Her saliva was matting his pubic hair, and his cum-filled balls were drawing up close to his body. Soon, Lonnie's hips were jerking off the bed, meeting Mai's downward, gulping mouth with upward, face-fucking thrusts.
Both participants appeared to be caught up in a sexual frenzy. All I could think was that Mai had become so immersed in her work, and had let his male excitement get to her.
But for the third time in a matter of minutes, I was proven wrong again. As Lonnie was giving one of his upward thrusts, Mai's mouth was suddenly not there to greet him. His cry of anguish was heart-wrenching. It was evident that the blonde-haired beauty knew what she was doing. We both watched in awe as Lonnie fucked the air, hoping that some way he would climax. It took him a long moment to realize that was not going to be the case. Without something to friction against his cock-meat, nothing was going to happen. Finally, his hips relaxed and he rested quietly on the bed. Only his hardon was testimony to his need.
Mai's cocksucking exhibition had a very real effect on me, too. As she walked toward me to get her bag of tricks, she allowed her hand to wander through the heated flesh of my fully aroused cunt. I followed suit and brought my hand to her center, caressing and kneading her hairless, panty-framed joy spot. If we did not have the very important job of convincing my brother to go along with us, I'm sure, we would have joined him on the bed and taken care of our own excited flesh.
Of course, this was not going to happen until Lonnie regaled our ears with the promise of his cooperation. Mai, in the meantime, had removed some strange-looking devices and objects from the bag and placed them out of my brother's sight at the foot of the bed. I had no idea as to their individual uses, but I did know they were going to be used as convincers. There were objects that looked like rings with clamp fasteners that made the rings smaller. She also had an array of long, cylindrical devices whose purpose seemed more suited for the pleasures of the female body rather than that of a male's.
My sex education was about to be taught a new lesson again.