Its done and over, my heart is beating faster than normal but the fear and the anxiety are almost all gone. Tonight I called my brother to talk about his upcoming trip to Las Vegas, the family, and other things. My goal was to slowly approach him to feel out how kinky he is or how open he would be to new things. Like having a kid sister who is an Owned slave.
It was a bit difficult to just come out and ask him, but with this being Las Vegas, “sin city” – I started by asking him what clubs He was thinking He would like ot go to or maybe get an invite to? Trying to play the perfect host and learn what all he wanted me to show him. Letting him know I have seen just about everything here. From the big strip shows to the swing clubs to the small magic shows and yes, your kid sister even knows a few really sexy and fun “working girls” He may want to meet as well..
He laughed at the swing club idea, but did come clean and confess that He would have no problem if we were to go there as a couple (cheaper) or as a threesome if that was ok with us? Of course, He was willing to do this just to really see what a real Vegas sex club is like since I seemed to know so much about them! Then he surprised me by asking what I may know about those “kinky” rooms. The ones with the ropes and chains he has read about online. Are they real? Like real kinky? Do people use them? Can you watch?
That kind of gave me an unexpected surprise. It helped me change the conversation and finally gave me what I was really looking for. I was now able to ask him what He thought if He knew that we were into that “stuff”? After a long, silent pause, he answered with a chuckle. He actually said He was not surprised to know this. He was always impressed and was a bit curious by the way I treat my “husband”. The way we act together and how He always felt that my husband was the serious alpha male within our relationship.
I gave a silent sigh of relief! First mission accomplished and now time to change the topic again. I assured him that I would leave him enough time to find things out on his own and to give him space if he found a willing partner while here play with. His secrets (if any) would be safe with me as I hoped he would do the same for me. He agreed.
Our conversation now went down memory lane. Apparently, our talk about swing clubs and other “adult” adventures jogged a memory that He wanted to be resolved. When he was in High School, Mom and Dad threatened to punish him with taking away His sports and after-school activities if he did not start to clean up his room, make his bed and put his laundry in the hamper before school each day, “like your sisters do”.
So on the day, this new rule was to happen, He was thinking about a test or some other thing and forgot. I knew this was a problem and didn’t want to see Him punished. So on my way down the hall and out the door to meet the bus, I swooped into his room. Made his bed, straighten a few things out, grabbed the dishes he had and the dirty clothes. Put the clothes in the hamper and the dishes in the dishwasher as I went out the door in one fluid motion as if it wasn’t any big deal and hoped He didn’t see it.
On the bus, he got really nervous remembering what he forgot to do and started to look frightened. Quietly, I told him not to worry, that i did it for him. He thanked me. Than asked what he would have to owe me to have me do that more often? I said I would have to think about that. So I did. everyday before school, i made it a habit to go thru his room to see what He forgot to do. Make the bed, straighten things out and go off for the bus. Expecting nothing in return for doing this. I just wanted to make sure He was not punished for being a good boy in high school.
Tonight he asked me why I did that? And why I never asked for anything in return. But I reminded him that I did. He just didn’t know it. I asked for and got His love, respect and his protection from the school bullies. Something that made my life a little bit better in HighSchool. Brotherly love.
Plus it just felt good to do something for my big brother who had more important things to worry about. Like his grades improving so that he could continue to play sports. Making his bed was the least I could do for Him.
He ended the conversation with a comment about how I just seemed to be happy when I am helping others. Serving… I told him that he was right. That I like to do that to only the important people in my life. Than he asked if he was still an important person in my life?
Hmm, interesting way to end our conversation. Next to my Master, I would have to say that Yes, He was a very important person in my life.
I love my Brother, I love my Master and now for a week, I will have the two most important men in my life under the same roof without having to pretend to be someone I am not. maybe.
I can rest better now knowing He is ok with me bieng me. But am I going to be ok with it?