Luna, age 12 sat on her bed, head low and face filled with guilt.
who stood before her was her brother, Lincoln. age 26/ the two were more than siblings. they were more than family. they were lovers, companions, kindred spirits. but today, she was a lowly pet. a little toy to be smacked around. but no, her brother-boyfriend, her master was nice today. angry, but nice.
"do you know what you did?"
he asked in a firm tone. his eyes set on her in a fatherly manner. she nodded and spoke softly.
"yes, sir."
Lincoln reached and slide a hand under her chin and lifted it up. their eyes met. and his turn to narrowed slits. she felt his grip on her jaw. she flinched.
she was a bad girl. such a very bad girl and she knew it. she just thank god that he wasn't whipping her, or smacking her...though...maybe he knew that would make her wet...
"tell me."
he commanded. she quivered and closed her eyes, tears flowed down. and stuttered in her speech.
"i-i-i..k-kissed a boy..."
she yelped when she felt his heavy hand slap across her face, she covered her mouth as pain surged through her pulsing bottom lip.
"and what are you willing to do to make up for you're mistake?"
he growled. she gulped and shakenly spoke.
"a-an-anything..."
Lincoln loud gazed down at her and grab her hair and pulled her head back. she gasped and stiffen. as his face lean forward.
"go to the living room." he breathed. "mom and dad should be watching tv."
Luna looked at her brother with half open eyes.
"climb the table in front of them, hands and knees."
he brushed a thumb over her lip as he whispered in a rasp.
"pee yourself."
"but-sir-"
Luna's protest was short lived. Lincoln snarled. and grab her throat she buckled and slide off the bed on her knees. pawing his waist.
"forgive! forgive! i went out of line, sir!"
Lincoln narrowed his eyes harshly before letting go of her neck.
"Go, Now."
Luna nodded and stood up on her feet than walked out of her room. Lincoln watched, and smirked softly.
"Good, puppy."
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Lynn sir and Rita snuggled close as they watched a classic romance film, the two had been waiting all week for this one, they had barely any time or each other of late.
but, Lincoln their oldest son took care of things. he was such a good son. this however was short lived when Luna appeared in-front of them. both noticed how nervous she was. Lynn sir let go of his wife's hips. there she was, in her purple lavender dress. cute as a button. but her face seem distressed still.
"honey? is something the matter?"
Luna didn't speak, and merely played with her fingers. she took a deep breath and begin to climb the table. this confused both parents, Rita raised a brow.
"luna..?"
Lynn sir watched as her daughter spread her legs Lynn sir's brows furrow and before he could ask, heard the sound of water hitting the wooden table. his brows shot up and couldn't believe what his daughter was doing!
"LUNA MARIE LOUD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"
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Lincoln was in his room laying on his bed, arms behind his head he heard his parents screaming, scolding, he heard the slaps of a hand on a certain bubble butt that was his younger sister. and when you piss off loud sir, you were in a mess of trouble. he heard Luna's screams, and cries. ah. music to his ears.
now, Lincoln wasn't a bad guy. by any means. but control and dominance was met when it needed to be. and Lincoln expected Luna to be loyal, dedicated, obedient. women these days, too much independence, not enough loyalty.
now Lincoln wasn't always like this, he was a good nature boy. but Ronnie and her cruel female ways. when you devote yourself to someone, you expect to at least get respect, apperication for being a good boyfriend. but alas, she abused him.
verbally and mentally. til she decided she was done, she tossed him away like garbage and decided to go eat pussy instead. from that day on he was tired of being a punching bag, tired of being used, mocked. if he wasn't going to inspire love, he will cause fear.
but when he wasn't being a master, when he wasn't being controlling, he was a normal guy and he and Luna in secret acted like any other couple. unless Luna felt submissive then that changed.
thoughts were interupted when the door open and luna walked in silently. and closed the door softly then shuffled and stood before her brother. face down.
"i did as you ask me, sir..."
Lincoln looked at her with an emotionless face. he scratched his muscular arm. and raised a brow. his tongue brush over his chip tooth. as he looked her up and down, judging.
"you learn you're lesson?"
he asked in a deep tone.
"yes. sir."
Lincoln swing his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. he grab her hair and he lifted her head up. she made sure to look him in the eye and simply accepted his rough treatment.
she felt his lips pressed onto hers and she eagerly took her reward. their tongue rolled warmly onto one another the soft smacks of their lips before they break.
"who do you belong too?
he growled in his throat. Luna's eyes open slightly her mouth fell agape.
"you."
Lincoln smacked her cheek, nice, hard. her legs quiver and felt herself getting aroused.
"who owns you're body?"
Luna melted under the command of her big brother.
"you do, sir. my-my body belongs to you!"
he reached below and grope her soaked crotch then smeared it all over her face. leaving the scent of her own piss. before giving her another hearty slap her head jerked back and gasped. fuck, she just came...
"go take a shower. then dress into something comfortable before coming to bed."
she nodded and turned, walking towards the door. she stopped when he heard-
"oh, and luna?"
she turned her head and looked at her master, lover, all around perfect brother.
"don't ever forget who owns you."
she gave a nod and smiled softly.
"y-yes sir..."
and with that, she was gone to clean herself up. Lincoln smirked and laid himself back down. he was chuckling to himself. Luna was a sweet girl. loving and sweet, loves Jesus, and classic 50s rock and roll, loves Elvis and classical music too. she was, in a sense, perfect.
better than ronnie for sure. their relationship was guilt from one night at the opera. since than they fallen madly in love with each other. and could you blame him for being jealous? but that was water under the bridge.
so long as she knew she was to never betray him ever again, and in return he will reward her with all his love and more. but if she should ever lead a stray. he will give punishment where punishment is due. it was after all, only fair. indeed, sometimes you need to set the law down in order to have a good honest relationship.
he had no problem taking care of her, watching over her, he already had for years. he loved her. but sometimes a little tough love is what she needs in order to be reminded that disloyalty was unacceptable. and sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind. besides...when he found out Luna was into the master and pet fetish, who was he to deny her?
up, life was good life was-
the door open, and Lincoln raised his head up, a meek and clean luna laid herself on the edge of the door frame, wearing a thin night gown that had a very short skirt that showed off her freckled legs...
life was bombastic.
(to be continued)
