Saturday morning, Emma wakes up still naked, locked in her birdcage. Tyler's not in the room with her, so she just stays lying there on the floor of her cage, thinking. Her body still feels all fuzzy from the sex they had the night before.

The door to the garage opens. For a second, Emma worries who might enter and see her in the nude. Thankfully it's just her brother. Seeing him, she stands up and faces him, holding the bars of the cage with her hands, making no effort to hide any of her nakedness.

Tyler sees his sister standing there and immediately gets an erection. It doesn't take him long to give in to his urges, and he opens the cage door and orders his sister out.

"Kneel!" He commands. Emma obeys. Tyler locks a leash to her collar, then moves behind her and locks her wrists together with a pair of metal handcuffs. Emma doesn't say a word, wondering what exactly he's about to do to her. From behind, he surprises her by tying a blindfold over her eyes.

Emma hears Tyler unzipping his pants. A minute later he's pushing his hard little penis against her lips. "Suck it!" he commands. Emma obeys. She sucks and sucks. Tyler has his hands on her head, moving it back and forth as he pleases. Emma begins to taste some salty liquid coming out of the tip of his penis.

"Stop!" Tyler commands, pulling his penis out. Emma's confused. Then she feels Tyler's hands on her body. He pulls her forward. She loses her balance but he guides her to the floor. He lifts her behind up and parts her legs while holding her cuffed wrists in the middle of her back. Her head is resting on the floor.

Tyler moves in between his sister's legs and thrusts his penis into her vagina, as deep as he can. He tells her to lift her butt a little more so that he'll be able to push farther inside.

Emma moans in pleasure as her brother pumps in and out. As he does so, he reaches an arm around her waist and fingers her clitoris. Tyler loves the way Emma's vagina muscles are squeezing his penis.

Tyler feels himself about to ejaculate, and slows down a bit, trying to postpone it a bit. Firstly, he's enjoying it so much that he doesn't want it to end. Also, he likes seeing his sister like that, and wants to give her more pleasure.

Finally, though, he can't hold it anymore. He thrusts in deep and squirts the few drops of man juice that his young body has. Emma, too, climaxes, panting loudly.

Tired, Tyler rolls his sister onto her side and places his flaccid penis into her mouth. He doesn't have to instruct her - she sucks and licks it clean.

"I'll be right back," he tells his sister. "Don't go anywhere." She doubts she could go anywhere even if she wanted to - she's lying on her side, naked, with her wrists cuffed behind her and a blindfold on her eyes.

Tyler goes into the bathroom, cleans his penis off, and zips his pants back up. Then he returns to his sister, who obediently has remained in the exact same position as he left her in.

"Go get cleaned up," he says to her as he removes her blindfold and then her handcuffs. "You were real good, you're going to be rewarded today."

"Thank-you, Tyler!" she says, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek.

"Master," he corrects her softly, enjoying her naked embrace.

"Hungry?" he asks his naked sister as she exits the bathroom.

"Yeah," she admits.

"Mom and Dad just went out for a while. Let's go to the kitchen and have breakfast - since we're alone, you don't need any clothes. I'll let you put something on before they get home." Emma isn't wearing anything, and doesn't have any bondage on except for the shock-collar which never leaves her neck. Tyler takes her by the hand and leads her to the kitchen. "Your collar is activated, but it's on the new full-house mode. So for now you're able to go anywhere inside the house. If you try to step outside, though, you'll get zapped. I'm going to give you some freedom now. Feel free to do anything you want, within reason. The only thing I forbid you to do right now is to put on clothes or cover your body in any way. Now what can I get you for breakfast?"

"Why don't you let ME serve YOU?" Emma asks her brother, squeezing his hand gently and kissing him on the cheek.

"That's real sweet of you, Emma. But I already ate. Well, help yourself to whatever you want, I'm going to go watch TV."

Emma makes herself a sandwich and then sits at the table to eat it. After a while, she gets up and walks into the living room.

"Can I eat in here with you?" she asks her brother.

"Sure," he says, patting the sofa with his hand. Emma sits beside her brother and he puts his arm around her. She leans against him, pulls her knees up to her chest, and continues eating.

When she finishes, she gets up and goes to wash her dish. Tyler eyes her butt as she walks away. She's about to go back and ask him what she should do now, when she remembers that he gave her freedom. She hasn't had THAT in a while, and decides to take advantage of it.

Emma quickly makes her way upstairs, excited at being able to go into her own, old bedroom once more. Once upstairs, though, she's disappointed to see that Tyler's put a lock on her door. She can't enter. She explores the rest of the house, looking at her parents' bedroom, and the others, before getting bored and deciding to go back downstairs.

"What's up?" Tyler asks his sister, seeing her return.

"My room's locked."

"Yeah, I know. You live in the garage with me now."

"But, that's my room."

"Is there something you wanted from it? Tell me and I can get it for you."

"I just wanted to spend some time in my own room."

"Oh. Well, you know what I was about to come get you now anyway. You need to start working on your homework - you missed a lot of school. Oh, don't be sad! Come on, come do some of your homework and I'll let you spend some time in your old room a little later, okay?"

Emma exhales disappointedly, but follows her brother back to the garage. As they enter the room she sees him take the remote control out of his pocket and press some keys. A quiet beep tells her that her collar is now confining her to the garage.

"Have a seat," Tyler says, pointing to the floor. She sits herself down and Tyler brings her some school books. He gives her a piece of paper with her assignments written on it and tells her to begin. The phone rings and Tyler leaves the garage to talk privately. Emma, still naked, sits on the floor and tries to concentrate on school.

"How's it coming?" Tyler asks after returning to the garage. He places his hands on his sister's bare shoulders and massages them gently. Emma likes that and closes her eyes.

"Okay," she says quietly.

Tyler has a quick look at her notebooks. "You've done quite a bit. You need to take a break," he decides, and pulls her backwards until she's lying down.

"Tyler," Emma says, trying to protest. It's not that she wouldn't enjoy having sex again, but she's concerned it might be too much, too frequent. And she DOES have other things she should be doing, like her school work for instance.

But as usual, Tyler makes the decisions. "SHHHH," he tells her, pulling her knees up and apart, exposing her vagina. Emma closes her eyes, resigned to her fate, as Tyler puts his mouth on his sister's genitals and starts licking away. Soon Emma's moaning in pleasure, trying to push her crotch into her brother's face.

Emma has a couple of orgasms and then Tyler pulls away. He straighten's Emma's legs and kisses her body, starting with her vagina and slowly working his way up her abdomen, kissing and licking, until his lips meet hers and he thrusts his tongue into her mouth. Emma puts her arms around her brother and hugs him tightly, kissing him back.

Eventually Tyler pulls away and helps his sister sit up again. He sits behind her and rubs her back. "How much more homework do you have?" he asks.

"I dunno, a lot I think."

"Okay, well that's fine, we have all day tomorrow too. Mom and Dad should be home soon and they have some guests coming over for lunch, so you're going to have to get dressed soon. You can join us for lunch. These guests don't know about your 'special status', and I want to keep it that way, so I won't be giving you orders in front of them. But, I did tell Mom that she could sit and enjoy lunch and you'd do the serving. So make it look like you're volunteering."

"Okay."

"Anyway, continue doing homework for a little while longer. I'll bring you something to wear soon."

Emma hears her parents enter the home. Tyler hasn't brought her clothes yet. She hopes they don't come into the garage and see her like this.

Tyler returns soon after that. Seeing his sister, he smiles, then looks sad. "You look so adorable, it feels like such a shame to cover you up!" he says.

Emma thinks that's a compliment. "So who's coming over?" she asks.

"Bill and Barb Hendrickson," he says, passing her some panties. The Hendricksons just moved to the neighborhood a month ago. They have some children in school with the twins, but they haven't met them yet.

"Are they coming with their kids?" Emma asks, as she steps into the shorts Tyler handed her.

"I don't think so - just the parents."

"Oh, okay. Is this outfit new?"

"Yeah, I ordered it for you from a catalog. Isn't it adorable?"

"Um, yeah, I guess." It IS a cute outfit. But after walking around completely exposed for so long and getting her hopes up about being allowed to wear clothes for a 'normal' lunch with people who didn't know about her 'special' relationship with her brother, Emma has been hoping to be able to wear something that won't expose so much of her stomach every time she lifts an arm or bends over slightly. The outfit Tyler has chosen for her consists of a white pair of shorts and a pink loose-fitting tank-top, made of a slightly stiff material. It barely reaches the top of her shorts, and as mentioned, exposes her belly and lower back when she makes the slightest movements.

"What about socks and shoes?" Emma asks as she ties the lace at the top of her tank-top in a bow.

"Nah, you don't need THOSE!" Tyler laughs, dismissively. "Your feet look really nice, and we're not going outside." After examining his sister from all sides and approving of her outfit, he presses a few keys on the remote-control and tells his sister to go say 'Hello' to her parents.

"Emma! Oh, you look adorable! It's been so long - I missed you so much!" Emma's mother says, hugging her daughter. Her father hugs her next, rubbing her back underneath her tank-top as he does so. His hand slides to the side and he tickles her. She yelps. Then the doorbell rings.

"Get the door, Emma," Tyler says, smiling at his mother.

"Okay," Emma says, forcing a smile back. She lets the Hendricksons in.

Mr. Hendrickson is wearing a gray business suit. His wife is wearing a crisp skirt-suit, almost matching her husband's suit in color. The skirt falls way below her waist. Her blouse is buttoned to the top. And her blond hair is in a long, tight braid.

Emma shows them to the dining room. Her parents sit at either end of the table. Emma sits next to Tyler, across from the guests.

Julia is about to get up to serve the first course when Tyler gives his sister a little poke in the crotch, under the table so hidden from the others' view. Emma looks at her brother, and he raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, Mom, you go ahead and sit, I'll serve," Emma says, getting up.

Julia smiles proudly. Tyler smiles too.

"What a perfect daughter you have," Mrs. Hendrickson remarks.

Emma enjoys the freedom of being able to choose what to eat, although since she's serving, her eating gets interrupted all the time when more things need to be brought to the table. When she's asked to clear the table she's only eaten about half of what she wanted. She leaves her plate on the corner of the counter, hoping to be able to finish it later. She serves dessert, and then the Hendricksons get up to leave.

Emma shows them to the door. Mrs. Hendrickson is talking to Emma about her school and her children. Emma tries to participate in the conversation politely. But as Emma steps over the threshold, she lets out a yelp, her hand shoots to the necklace around her neck, and she jumps back into the house.

Mrs. Hendrickson looks puzzled. "Uh, I must have stepped on a sharp rock or something," Emma says, trying to cover up what really happened. "Anyway, it was really nice to meet you."

"Yes, well, come over sometime and meet our children, okay?" Mr. Hendrickson gives his wife a look, as if he's not pleased with her extending an invitation like this.

Emma closes the front door. As she turns around, she sees Tyler standing there, looking at her.

"You stepped outside," he says.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It was an accident." Emma sees her parents in the kitchen, watching her interaction with her brother. Tyler sees her looking at something behind him, so turns his head around and sees his parents watching too. He frowns.

"Well, okay then, that's alright. Accidents happen," he says, putting his arms around his sister and giving her a brotherly hug. Relieved, Emma returns the hug.

"You were really great today," Tyler tells his sister as he rubs her behind.

"Thanks," Emma says, hoping for a reward.

Tyler hears her stomach rumble. "Your tummy's rumbling. Put your hands behind your head."

Emma obeys but asks, "Why?"

Tyler doesn't bother answering. Emma sees her parents watching as Tyler drops to his knees so that he's at eye-level with her now bare stomach. First he puts his hand against it, then his ear. Then he turns his head and plants a kiss right in the center of her stomach. And before pulling away, he sticks his tongue out and licks her.

Emma giggles, brings her hands down, and gently pushes her brother's head away.

"Hey, I didn't tell you to bring your hands down!" he says with a laugh, tempted to 'punish' her by cuffing her wrists behind her. Instead, though, he just stands up and puts his arm around her. "You're obviously still hungry. Let's get you some more to eat." And he leads her back to the kitchen.

"I left my plate on the counter," Emma says as they enter the kitchen.

"Oh, that plate?" Emma's mother asks. "I'm sorry, I already dumped it into the garbage."

Emma's disappointed.

"Well I'm sure there's more food left, we didn't eat everything."

"Everything that was left I've already wrapped up and put in the freezer," Julia says.

"Don't worry about it," Tyler says, hugging his sister. "I'll make you something to eat. Go have a seat and I'll bring you something."

Emma takes a seat and wonders if her mother was being purposely cruel to her as Tyler busies himself in the kitchen for a few minutes. When he's done, he presents her with a tuna sandwich. "I know it's not fancy like what we ate, but at least you won't be hungry afterwards."

Emma doesn't like tuna very much. But, with Tyler standing in front of her holding the plate for her, she has no choice but to take it from him and eat it.

"Don't let her eat too much," the twins' mother says. "You don't want her to get fat."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm keeping a close eye on her."

"I know," his mother says, kissing him on the cheek. "And you're doing an AMAZING job! I'm so proud of you son! And you too, Emma. You kids are getting along perfectly, the house is so clean, you're fulfilling all your responsibilities on time! This special arrangement is the best thing that could've happened to this family!"

Emma's about to respond to that when the phone rings. Tyler leaves the room to talk privately. Before he goes, he rubs his sister's cheek gently and whispers, "Be a good girl" in her ear.

"Mom?"

"What, Emma?"

"Don't you think this is kind of... wrong?"

Julia laughs. "Oh, don't be silly. And if there's something you don't like about the way you're being treated, you should talk to Tyler about it, not to me. I'm sure he won't appreciate you talking about him behind his back. And unfortunately I'm going to have to tell him about this."

"What? No! You can't!"

"Sorry, honey, but he's responsible for you, he needs to know."

"But I wasn't even complaining about the way HE's treating me!"

"Emma, I suggest you stop now before you say more things that you may regret later."

Emma can't believe this is happening. Her father comes into the kitchen and sits at the table to read the newspaper. Every once in a while he looks at her. She considers trying to bring up the issue with him, but in the end decides against it. Unbelievably, out of all of them, Tyler seems to be the most reasonable at the moment. 'How did this happen?' she wonders to herself, amazed.

Tyler returns. Emma's glad. The awkward silence, being in the kitchen with her parents but unable to talk to them, was making her very uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and finish the sandwich please, Emma," Tyler says.

"Tyler, can I speak with you? In private?" Emma whispers in her brother's ear.

"Not now, sweetie," Tyler responds, aloud. "Later."

"Tyler, I hate to disappoint you but Emma showed disrespect to you while you were out of the room," their mother says.

"What?" Emma asks, appauled. "No I didn't!"

"Quiet," Tyler reprimands her. "What did she say?"

"Something about you being cruel and unfair to her, I think."

"I never said anything like that!" Emma protests.

"Emma, I told you to be quiet," says Tyler.

"But... Dad, you were in the room! You know I didn't say that!"

"Uh, sorry, I wasn't listening," says their father, looking at his wife, then his daughter, then back and forth between the two of them.

Emma looks at Tyler, pleading with her eyes. He understands that his mother's words probably aren't completely truthful. "Okay okay, well, I'll have to punish you for this later, Emma. But not now, I don't have the energy for it. But if I hear you say one more thing that you shouldn't, you'll be gagged for the rest of the day. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Master," she responds, hoping this means that she won't be punished later, or that at least he'll listen to her side of the story.

"Now stand up," he commands. She hurries to obey. "Come with me," he says, grabbing her wrist and pulling her further into the kitchen so that she's standing between Tyler and her parents. "Hands up!"

"What are you doing?" she asks, horribly embarrassed as Tyler lifts her tank-top up and over her head.

"Keep your hands up! I never said you could put them down! And don't worry, Mom and Dad are behind you so as long as you don't turn around they won't see anything but your back." He pulls the tank-top right off.

"But why?" she asks as she most valiantly fights the urge to lower her arms and cover her nipples with her hands. She's not worried about Tyler seeing her like that, of course - she's used to that! But she didn't think her parents should know that she lets him see her nude! And again, she feels shocked that her parents are witnessing this and not saying anything in her defense, not putting a stop to this.

"First of all, I don't really need to explain to YOU why I do the things I do. Right? But if you really want to know, because you've been under the weather for so long our parents haven't seen very much of you. So I figured they'd appreciate it if they got to see MORE of you, to make up for lost time." Tyler takes the tiny bikini top that he brought to the kitchen with him, threads Emma's arms through the straps, and pulls it down until it's in place. "There, feel better?" he asks, rubbing his hands all over her chest to make sure it's smooth. "You can bring your arms down now," he adds. She does so.

"Now how are we going to do this?" he asks himself, looking at the bikini bottom in his hand.

"I'll change in the bathroom," she suggests, hopefull.

Tyler laughs. "Don't be silly. That would be a big waste of time. Well, first of all we can get rid of these." And he unzips and pulls down his sister's shorts, leaving her standing there with her panties visible.

"Tyler!"

"You call me 'Master', remember? And what's the problem? Your panties cover more than this bikini will! And anyway, they're not staying on very long." And he reaches around her, pulls the waistband of her panties and lets it snap back against her skin. Emma's dying of embarrassment.

Tyler thinks for a moment. "Okay, here's how we'll do it. Hold this," he says, putting the bikini bottom into his sister's hand. "I'll put my hand over your butt. There. That should cover your crack fine. Now do this as quickly and carefully as possible."

"What? How?"

"I'm doing my best to keep you covered. Just pull your panties down and pull the bikini on. Hurry up. If I have to do it myself I won't be able to keep your butt covered."

Emma trembles as she proceeds to obey her brother's order. She feels his hand resting lightly on her bottom, and prays that his hand stays in place covering as much of her rear as possible. She bends as little as possible as she pulls the panties down, lets them fall to her ankles and steps out of them. Then she bends again, lifting one leg, then the next, hoping against all odds that her parents don't see anything. Even though she's not looking in their direction, she just KNOWS that they're staring at her, hoping for a glimpse of what Tyler's hiding with his hand. Her heart's beating a million times a minute as she pulls the bikini up her legs and breathes a sigh of relief as the piece of cool, smooth, tight fabric finally makes its way over her rump. As Tyler feels it covering her crack, he gently knocks her hands away and pulls it the rest of the way up himself, smoothing it over her butt and vagina with his hands.

"How do you like that?" Tyler asks his parents as he spins his sister around so that they can see her front.

She watches both her parents examining her body with their eyes. They smile as they gaze at her skin and the tiny bikini covering it. The bikini is a light reddish-pink color with wide yellow stripes up the sides, and a yellow flower print on the middle of the top. It's a little-girls' style, made for girls with no chest development yet, so the top isn't separated into cups but is one continuous piece.

"Adorable," Emma's mother finally says.

"Yeah, she looks delicious," her father adds. "Could you turn her around so we can see the other side again?"

"Sure," Tyler says, putting his hands on his sister's sides and doing just that.

Their parents nod approvingly.

"Well run along now, you can have some more free time. We're going out a little later - I'll call you when it's time to get ready."

"Can I go into my room?"

"No, I want you to stay down here so Mom and Dad can enjoy seeing you. Go watch TV or something." And he sends her off with a slap on her bottom.

Emma's disgusted by how proud her parents look. But knowing she has no choice in the matter right now, she walks to the living room, sits on the couch, and turns on the TV.

* * *

Tyler waits for his parents to leave the living room. When they eventually do, he enters, and sits down on the couch next to his sister.

"Watching anything good?" he asks her as he puts an arm around her bare back and pulls her into a hug.

"No, not really," she says, adding a gasp. His other hand is gently massaging her crotch through her bikini.

Tyler laughs. "Look at how well I have you trained! I mean, not too long ago you would have screamed and yelled and tried to pull away, or push my hand away if I was doing this. And now you just let me do it and enjoy!"

Emma doesn't really see that as a compliment. She still knows better than to try and stop Tyler from touching her vagina, though.

"Listen, Tyler, I mean Master. I wanted to talk to you about before, about what Mom said."

"Not now."

"Please, Master. Please just let me tell you what really happened."

Tyler sighs, takes his fingers away from his sister's mound and says, "Okay, go ahead."

"Thanks," she says, kissing his cheek. "I never said anything about you being unfair. I was just saying that SHE was going overboard... I was trying to speak to her about what we talked about, you know. But she went all weird about it. But I never said that you weren't fair!"

Tyler sighs again. "Well, Emma, you're lucky, because I believe you. I mean, Mom's been acting all kooky all day so I don't really give what she says much credit."

"Thanks for believing me," Emma says, delighted, hugging and kissing her brother again.

"Unfortunately you still have to be punished," he says.

"What? Why?"

"Well you see, even though I DO believe your version of the story, officially there's just no way I can believe my pet more than my mother. I mean, you have every reason to lie - you're afraid of being punished. And I have to trust my mother. If I didn't punish you, she'd think I was being irresponsible.

"And besides, you DO realize that you're not exactly innocent. You shouldn't have been talking to her about the situation anyway."

"You didn't tell me I couldn't talk," she protests.

"Well, you could talk. Ask her how her week was, ask her how the weather is, if she likes the outfit you're wearing - things like that. But I already told you that I would discuss this issue with her when I was ready. You had no right to try to do so yourself behind my back."

"I... I'm sorry," Emma says, realizing that he's right, in a way. She HAD been trying to use his absence to speak with her mother about it without him knowing.

"And," Tyler continues, "the minute I saw how Mom was acting today, I knew that today wouldn't be the right day to try to speak to her about this issue - it definitely wouldn't be to your advantage, as I'm sure you now know for yourself. You need to remember that I'm smarter than you and know what's best for you, better than you know yourself."

Emma takes offence at this last comment and is about to retort, but catches herself in time. It's not worth it. She's already in line for a punishment.

"You're lucky that I'm in a good mood today and not very upset with you, so your punishment isn't going to be very severe. More like a formality. Do you have any suggestions for a good punishment?"

Emma doesn't like having to suggest her own punishment! But she thinks for a minute. "How about writing lines? 'I WILL NOT SPEAK WITHOUT PERMISSION'?" she suggests hopefully.

Tyler chuckles. "Lines are a pointless waste of time. They're not a punishment."

"I could write an essay."

"This isn't school. Okay, fine, I'll choose. You just choose the TYPE of punishment you'd prefer. Would you prefer it to be painful or embarrassing?"

"Neither!"

"Yeah, but that's not an option. Painful, embarrassing, or a little of both?"

Emma doesn't know what to choose. Then her mother enters the room.

"Go ask Mom to choose for you. Oh, and I want to hear you speak respectfully, say 'please' and 'thank-you', and explain to Mom how you want to be punished properly so that you will learn to be a good, obedient pet. And thank her for reporting your naughty behavior to me."

Emma looks at her brother appauled, not wanting to have to say this.

"Go on, don't make us wait!"

Emma gets off the couch. She can't believe she's doing this, as she walks up to her mother, looking back at her brother before she reaches her. Tyler winks.

"Hi Mom," Emma says as she stands before her.

"Hi sweetie, is there something you wanted?" her mother asks with a sweeter-than-natural smile. She heard Tyler's instructions and loves that he's making her do this.

Emma takes a few deep breaths and thinks about how exactly to say what she's supposed to say. Finally, she opens her mouth. She's trembling, holding back tears. She can't believe she's about to say this. "Thank-you for reporting my naughty behavior to Tyler, and would you please choose whether my punishment should be painful or embarrassing? I want to be punished properly so that I can learn to be a good and obedient pet." She thinks her words over again, hoping she said everything she was told to.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so proud of you!" her mother says, pulling her daughter onto her lap and into a tight hug. Emma feels her mother's hand feeling her butt as she holds her. "That's so grown-up of you, admitting that you were naughty and wanting to be punished. Well, I think your punishment should be both painful AND humiliating, for best effect, don't you think? And I think you should make a special request to your MASTER Tyler and ask him to punish you really well and to show no mercy, so that you really do learn to be a proper, obedient pet!" Emma was expecting her mother's answer to be bad, and this pretty much fits the bill.

Julia gives Emma's rump one last pat before allowing her to get up and return to her brother.

"Well?" Tyler asks as she stands before him. "What does Mom recommend?"

Emma closes her eyes. "Mom thinks it should be both painful AND humiliating." She continues monotonously. "Please punish me really well with no mercy so I really learn to be good."

Tyler puts his hands on his sister's sides and pulls her onto his own lap, and hugs her. He's so proud of her. She, though, buries her face in his shoulder and cries. He notices, and rubs the back of her body, from her head all the way down to the bottom of her butt, trying to comfort her. Then he lifts her head and kisses her cheek. "Don't worry," he whispers. "It won't be bad. It's just for show. Do your best to make it look like it hurts more than it really does." Emma nods, now worried more about the humiliating part.

"Stand up for your sentencing!" Tyler barks, suddenly. Emma stands. "Stand at attention: stand straight, legs apart, hands behind your head." Emma positions her body as told. "As your punishment, I hereby sentence you to a spanking. You will receive thirty strokes: twenty on your ass, and ten on your pussy."

Emma gets more nervous hearing this. She could handle a spanking on her rear - those are never that painful, and Tyler already told her it would look worse than it would feel. But she assumes he's going to be punishing her in front of her parents. That's going to make it a lot more humiliating! And will he want to spank her bare bottom like he once did in front of their Uncle Fred? She'd hate that! If it had to be in front of her parents, at least she should be allowed to keep her bikini on!

But that's only what she thinks of the butt-spanking. The pussy-spanking is another story! She's never been hit there before - it could really hurt! Again, she's not so worried about the actual physical pain since Tyler doesn't seem very intent on causing her pain. But being spanked there by Tyler with her parents watching?! She anticipates that the humiliation of that will be just too much! And what if he insists on spanking her bare skin? With her parents watching!

She's about to voice a protest, when Tyler says, "That sounds like a fair punishment, don't you think, Emma? Or do you think there should be more?"

She realizes that 'less' will not be an option. So she wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, looks down, and just says, "It sounds fair."

"Good. Well, Mom's already here. Go find Dad, tell him the punishment you're about to receive and what you're being punished for and ask him if he'd like to come and watch. Come right back here after that."

Their father doesn't need much convincing. Having his daughter come and invite him to witness her double-spanking, "on my bottom and on my vagina" as she says it with so much embarrassment, is enough to give him quite a hard-on. So he follows her back to the living room.

Emma resumes her position standing in front of Tyler, with her legs apart and her hands behind her head. "I'm ready," she says quietly. Her parents are amazed at how much control her brother has over her!

"Oh good," Tyler says, standing up. Emma's heart begins to race. "Where would you like to be spanked first?"

Emma wasn't expecting to be given a choice about this either. Fearing having to shame herself even more if Tyler asks her to go ask her parents to choose, she just chooses. "On my butt." She just HOPES he doesn't mean bare-butt.

"Sounds good," says Tyler. "Get down on your hands and knees, then. Turn so your butt is facing Mom and Dad. Stick your butt high up in the air. Keep your hands planted firmly on the ground. Good. Good girl!" He rubs her butt approvingly once it's in the position he asked her to put it in.

Tyler kneels on the floor beside his sister. He rests his right hand on her butt, and his left hand on the back of her head. Emma looks at him, and he winks. Then...

WHACK! his hand hits her, making a slapping sound.

"Owww!" she cries. He smacks her some more, and she continues to yelp. As he continues, she begins to beg him to stop, between hits. He doesn't stop though.

"You said only twenty!" Emma reminds him as he counts the twenty-second blow.

"I know, I'm giving you a bonus," Tyler says. He's enjoying touching his sister's butt like this and since he knows it doesn't really hurt her anyway, he continues until he counts up to thirty. "Okay, you've taken the first part of your punishment well. Lie flat on the floor and I'll massage your butt a bit before we continue." Emma obeys and Tyler proceeds to rub her butt very gently. She enjoys. He slips his hand underneath her bikini and continues to rub. He doesn't expose her naked butt to their parents, however.

"Okay, enough of that. Ready for phase two?" he asks.

"I guess."

"Good. Turn over, keep your hands and feet on the floor and lift your body up in the air doing a back-bridge or whatever you girls call those things. Open your legs too."

A million thoughts go through Emma's mind as she assumes this position. She dreads the pain she may feel. She hates being treated like this, especially in front of her parents. She hates letting her parents see Tyler touching her vagina. She hates so much of this. But she's relieved that he's not stripping her naked, at least.

Tyler puts his right hand flat against his sister's mound and rubs it gently. He places his other hand underneath her butt to steady her. Then he takes his right hand away, and...

WHACK!

His right hand comes down and slaps her mound right in the center. Emma yelps for real this time. He hit her a lot less hard than he was slapping her butt, but her butt could take it better. Her vagina is a lot more sensitive. He hits her another two times and then sees that it's too hard for her to hold that position while he's hitting her like that.

"Lie down on your back if it's too hard for you to stay like that," he tells her. She does just that. "Lift your legs up," he says, helping her lift her legs so that her feet are above her head, her knees are about a foot apart, and her vagina is again nicely exposed. He keeps a hand gripping her ankles together and uses his other to resume spanking her. Her face is in better view now, and he can tell, by the way her eyes and lips are clamped shut so tightly, that his slapping is extremely uncomfortable for her. So he speeds it up and proudly counts "ten". Emma's relieved it's over.

"There, you're done," he says, rubbing her crotch gently.

"Thank-you," she says, glad it's over.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Good. Now come sit on my lap." Emma obeys, climbing into her brother's lap so that her back is resting against his chest and she's facing her parents. Tyler spreads her legs and continues rubbing her crotch.

Emma can't believe he's doing this to her with her parents watching. And she can't believe how her parents are staring at them with such smug looks on their faces. They're pleased with this! Emma's father even appears to be rubbing the front of his own pants! Appauled, Emma does her best not to enjoy her brother's rubbing. Unfortunately, her body seems to have a mind of its own, at least in these respects.

"One of the best ways to keep Emma under control," Tyler tells his parents as he continues to rub his sister, "is with POSITIVE reinforcement. And she's powerless against the sensations I can give her. A little rubbing, and she melts like butter, completely helpless."

Emma's upset with her brother's analysis, but has to admit that there is truth to it. She was trying to hold back, but she just can't. Her eyes close. She scoots her bottom forward a bit and leans back against her brother, resting her head on his shoulder, opening her legs even more and pushing her crotch against his hand. She still knows that her parents are watching; she realizes fully well that he's humiliating her further in front of them. But she gives up. She can't do anything about it. All she can think about is how she just NEEDS Tyler to rub harder and faster, and even to push into her.

Tyler and his parents watch as Emma loses more and more control over her body. Tyler slips his hand down the front of her bikini bottom and works on her clitoris and her openings directly. Emma is completely oblivious to her parents' presence now. Only Tyler hears his mother urging his father to come upstairs with her. Once they're out of the room, Tyler pushes his sister to the floor and removes her bikini bottoms. Her eyes are still clamped shut, hungry - starving - for his touch. He unzips his pants, gets on top of her, repositions her legs a bit and then thrusts deep inside. Emma gasps and clamps her vagina muscles tightly around her brother's penis. He pumps and pumps until his sister has an enormous orgasm and passes out. Once her body's gone limp, he deposits his small load inside her, then quickly pulls out, wipes himself with a tissue and zips up before she comes to.

"Take these," he says, handing her bikini bottom back to her as she regains her senses and remembers what just happened. She's relieved to see her parents are no longer in the room. "Go back to the garage, get cleaned up, and put them back on. I'll be there to see you soon."

"Okay, and, uh, thanks for the you-know," she says sheepishly. She can't believe how dependant on sex she's becoming.

Tyler winks and pats her bare bottom as she gets up and leaves.

* * *

A few minutes later, Tyler enters the gararge. When Emma sees him she bends her knee and smiles at him a little sheepishly, holding her wrists behind her back.

Tyler walks up to her, strokes her cheek lovingly and plants a kiss on the other. He pats her bare tummy with the palm of his hand. "You are just too cute!" he says.

Emma giggles.

"Come sit on my lap," he says, leading her by the hand to the bed. He takes her onto his lap and cuddles with her. She rests her head on his shoulder.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asks.

"Yeah," she says with a smile.

"I'm glad. Because I was thinking that we should do something fun tonight. Something we haven't done in a while - out of the house."

"What?"

"Well I was thinking maybe a movie, then maybe dinner at a restaurant, just the two of us. What do you think?"

Emma's pleasantly surprised. "That sounds great!" she says, excitedly.

"Great. So, I'm thinking we'll go at around 8 o'clock. That gives you about four hours to rest, okay? Here, put these pajamas on and get into bed. I'll be in to tuck you in in a minute."

He hands her a silk pajama shirt. It looks like it should come with matching bottoms, but he didn't give her anyway. Even so, the shirt alone covers a lot more than what she's been wearing for the past while. She quickly sheds the bikini and buttons up the pajama. When Tyler returns, she's sitting on the bed with her legs bent to the side.

Tyler looks at his sister, smiles, and hugs and kisses her. "Great. Lie down, sweetie. Good. Now I want you to be really well rested, and we only have four hours, so I'm going to give you a little something that will help you sleep, okay?"

"But..." Emma begins, disappointed, shocked, and nervous. Why is he doing this to her.

"Please, Emma, no fuss. It's for your own good, and it's not a very strong dose. You'll be awake in no time. You can trust me - I love you. Now please, open up."

He's holding the pill in front of her mouth with a glass of water in his other hand. Emma feels sad as he presses the capsule against her lips. She reluctantly allows it to enter her mouth. He has a hand on the back of her head as he puts the glass of water to her lips. She considers trying to fake swallowing it, trying to save the pill in her mouth until he's not looking, and then spitting it out. But for some reason, she finds herself just giving in, gulping the water, and feeling the capsule move down her throat.

"Good girl," Tyler says, patting the top of her head, and then planting a tender kiss on her lips. "Now you get some rest - I'm sure you'll sleep real well! I'll be resting by your side for much of it. Oh, and you'll probably wake up before we have to go but if not, I have an antitode to the pill I gave you which I just have to pour into your throat and you'll wake up right away. So don't worry about a thing." Worried and hurt, Emma feels her consciousness drifting away from her as her brother lies her down on the pillow and covers her with the blanket.

When Emma opens her eyes, she catches a glimpse of her brother's naked behind as he pulls up a fresh pair of underwear. She watches in awe, admiring the way the white cotton briefs cling to his buttocks. She realizes he thinks she's still asleep, and quickly snaps her eyes shut as he turns around to face her and finishes dressing. When he's done, he places his lips on hers' and kisses her. She opens her eyes.

"You woke up just in time!" Tyler says, obviously very proud of himself. She feels one of his hands slip up under her nightshirt gently rubbing her side. "We'd better get you dressed - we don't want to be late for the movie."

Tyler pulls his sister to her feet, and then unbuttons her nightshirt. Once she's standing there naked, he gets down on his knees with a pair of panties in his hand. Before holding them out for her to step into, he leans forward and kisses her right on her vagina, smelling her deeply, too. But a second later he forces himself out of his trance and holds out the panties. Emma steps into the leg-holes, and he pulls them up for her.

All Emma does is move her limbs as told. Tyler dresses her completely. She's satisfied with the outfit he's picked out, though - a nice black leather skirt that ends three inches above her knees, white pantihose, and a white, long-sleeved turtleneck. When he's finished, he stands back and admires his handiwork. "Adorable," he says, and then hugs and kisses his sister.

Next he takes a hairbrush and fashions her hair the way he likes it - down on her shoulders. Finally, he gets a brand-new makeup kit. After looking through it for a bit, he hands it to Emma and says, "You'd better do this part, I don't think I could do it. Sorry." She giggles, takes the makeup bag, kisses her brother's cheek and goes to the bathroom to look in the mirror.

The twins embrace once more. Tyler enjoys the way Emma's butt feels under the black leather skirt. Then they leave. Uncle Fred is waiting outside in his car. He drives them to the movie theater, and leaves.

It wouldn't have been Emma's choice of a movie, but she's just so delighted to be out of the house and to be treated like a person! The movie is called 'When a Stranger Calls' and is quite dumb and scary. Tyler chose a scary picture purposely, enjoying the way Emma holds his arm with both her hands. As the final credits roll, Tyler takes her chin in his hand and kisses her. Oblivious to their surroundings, the twins make out intensely until an usher asks them to leave.

The twins leave the theater and stroll down the boardwalk, hand-in-hand.

"Did you like it?" Tyler asks.

"The movie was okay. But I'm really enjoying being outside, and being with you, but like normal, you know."

Tyler smiles, proud of himself. "The evening's just began, my dear," he says, brushing her hair back a bit and kissing her cheek.

Tyler leads his sister to a fancy seafood restaurant. The twins sit in a booth overlooking the water. Tyler tells her to order whatever she wants and not to worry about the money. They end up ordering the same dish - trout.

After dessert, Tyler leads his sister further down the boardwalk. "Wanna go dancing in a club?" he asks her.

"Huh? They won't let us into a club, will they? Don't you have to be eighteen or something?"

"Leave that to me," Tyler says, leading her up some stairs. They arrive at a club. Very loud music pours out of the establishment, and a very long line is waiting in front of the door. Without explaining, still holding her hand, Tyler leads his sister around to the back of the building. He presses a doorbell, and then says his name in the intercom. A moment later a big, scary bouncer unlocks the door, looks the two children over, smiles, and then lets them inside.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Emma asks her brother, nervously, clinging to his arm for dear life.

"Of course," he laughs, screaming so that she can hear what he's saying. "It's a public club, everyone comes here. Don't worry, I won't leave you for a second." He drags her to the main room. A band the twins don't recognize is playing. Scantily-clad women are up on platforms, dancing around polls, gradually shedding the little clothing they're wearing. Seeing the other patrons dancing, the twins begin to dance, too. Soon, Emma's forgotten her original nervousness and just has a really great time. Around midnight Tyler leads his sister back out the back. He calls Uncle Fred and tells him they're ready to be picked up, and then the two walk some more, hand-in-hand, on the boardwalk until their uncle pulls up beside them and honks the horn. The twins climb into the backseat together and Uncle Fred begins to drive.

On the way home, the twins remain holding hands. Tyler begins to rub his sister's thighs. His hand slowly moves up underneath her skirt. Then he kisses her on the lips. Emma puts her hands behind her brother's head and kisses him back. Occasionally she's aware of their uncle's presence and, embarrassed, thinks about stopping, but her brother's too good a kisser. The twins are panting heavily, devouring each other's faces while Tyler's hands feel Emma all over, making her feel weak and very much belonging to her brother. Their uncle is enjoying the show in his rear-view mirror and has to be very careful not to get into a car accident. He's sad when he finally pulls up in front of the house.

The twins continue for another minute or two before noticing they've arrived home. They break apart, Tyler thanks his uncle for the ride and tells him they'll see him tomorrow while Emma looks down, embarrassed. Then the twins get out of the car. Tyler puts his arm around his sister's shoulders and leads her into the house.

* * *

It's dark - their parents are already asleep, it seems. He leads her to the garage and playfully tosses her down onto the bed before pressing the buttons on the remote control in his pocket confining her collar to the garage. Emma notices, but doesn't feel too disappointed. She had a great evening, and now all she can think about is sex. She's so horny! She rolls onto her stomach and looks up at her brother seductively.

"What do YOU want?" he asks her, laughing.

"You!" she says, giggling, rolling onto her side to make room for him on the bed.

Tyler joins his sister on the bed and starts kissing her again. With his tongue down her throat, his hand moves up her skirt and after rubbing her between the legs for a few moments, reaches further up, grabs the waistband of her pantihose and panties and pulls them right off. Once her legs are bare he resumes kissing her.

Tyler's hand finds its way under his sister's skirt again. He shifts her legs a bit. Then she gasps as she feels his finger entering her vagina. She moans as he wiggles it around inside her a bit. Then he takes it out and puts it in his mouth.

"I love you Emma," he says, kissing her on the lips again. "I think it's time for me to give you a very special treat." Then - she can't believe it!

"Should I close my eyes?" she asks as her brother stands before her and removes his jeans.

"You don't have to," he says. She can see something sticking out underneath the fabric of his briefs. Then Tyler removes those too, and for the first time she's introduced up close to the thing Nature decided not to give her, making her a pet and Tyler a master. It stands out and up at attention, throbbing, pointing at her accusingly.

She stares, in awe, then shuffles to the edge of the bed, reaches out and takes it between her fingers. "It's... beautiful!" she whispers, and then sticks her tongue out and licks it. Tyler gets rid of his shirt and stands with his hands on the back of his sister's head as she gives him her first, completely willing blowjob.

After a bit he suggests she move over. He unzips and removes her leather skirt and gets to work on her vagina while she continues to work on his penis, 69-style. Both twins moan in ecstacy. Then Tyler gently pushes her away and turns around. He quickly helps her off with her shirt, then positions her knees, gets on top of her and thrusts his penis deep inside her. Though she's not bound in the least, Emma's hands instinctively find their way above her head, submissively, as if they were chained to the bedframe as usual. Eyes closed, jaw clenched, she thrusts her hips into her brother until the two collapse, panting heavily, orgasming in unison.

Before they drift off to sleep, lying together, naked under the blanket, Emma watches as her brother pulls a set of wrist cuffs out of a drawer. Submissively she allows him to attach it to the wrist closest to him, and then brings her other wrist to him. But he gently pushes it away. "Help me," he whispers, and begins to attach the second cuff to his own wrist. Surprised, Emma helps him buckle and then lock it. This is the first time he's locked them together like that, and it's very exciting for Emma. They exchange 'goodnight's and kisses and hugs, and gently caress each other's bodies until they finally drift off to sleep.