I never liked Beverly. Carrie loved Bev as her mother, so it was

different for her. My problem with Bev was that she wanted to mother me,

too, but she was nothing like my mother, and I didn't like it.

The day before we were to drive into the city, we all walked down to

Uncle Phil and Bev's house. There were several reasons for the visit.

One was so Bev and I could get to know one another better. I had been

drilled over and over by William and Carrie, about what I could talk

about. The current sleeping arrangements and slave status at our house

was not to be discussed. Bill and Carrie were lovers, and I was Carrie's

sister, end of story. I didn't have a problem with that, but I had a big

problem with Bev wanting to talk about my captivity. I tried to answer

her questions, but every answer brought more questions. Finally I told

her it was too hard to talk about. The truth was that she was pissing me

off, I got tired of her fussing over me and saying, "You poor dear." It

was different when I talked about it with Carrie or William, because I

never thought they felt pity for me.

The other reason for our visit was to let Uncle Phil and Bev know that

they weren't going to be our constant companions during the trip. Carrie

had a complete schedule for our activities, including shopping and

sightseeing for the three of us, and lots of time to "rest" in our

suites. Other than dinner and a play on Saturday night, Uncle Phil and

Bev weren't included in Carrie's schedule. Of course, they weren't happy

with that, Uncle Phil thought we needed his protection. But William said

the only thing he would negotiate was whether they went into the city

with us or stayed behind.

It was hard for me to call William "Bill," but we had to do that around

Bev. It was easier for Carrie, the two of them had role-played many

times as Bill and Carrie. I did what Carrie suggested, "Think before you

speak," and I didn't screw it up once.

About 11:00 Friday morning, we piled into Carrie's SUV and set off for

the city. Uncle Phil drove, Bev sat in front, and the three of us rode

in the back. I was unhappy that Carrie sat in the middle, I wanted

William in the middle so I could feel our bodies in contact during the

drive. He seemed to know what I needed, though. He rested his arm behind

Carrie on the seat back, then occasionally he would run his fingers

along the back of my neck, or lightly squeeze my shoulder. The touch of

his fingers on my skin gave me shivers, and by the time we got to the

hotel I was wet and needing to be fucked. Of course, it didn't help that

Carrie was teasing me the whole time, trying to cop a feel without Bev

seeing it. I finally had to take hold of her hand, to keep it from

between my legs.

Carrie and I both wore jeans and a sweater. It was a cold day, so we had

on heavy coats. Carrie had asked William for permission to wear panties

under her jeans, she said she was already wet from thinking about her

Master and her sister fucking her brains out in a hotel room. William

laughed about how Bev would react to wet spots on our jeans, he let us

both wear panties.

While we were packing, Carrie had tried to take my mind off of the trip,

because I was so nervous. She wanted me to ask William for permission to

wear the butt plug during the trip into town. I told her that making me

horny wouldn't do anything to calm my nerves, so she put the plug in her

suitcase, telling me it would be available if I changed my mind. She

packed a lot of other stuff, too, like our collars and wrist manacles,

nipple clips, our strap-on belt, lubricating gel, and a couple of dildo

vibrators. I laughed at her, saying she couldn't stand to be away from

her toys for a weekend. She said that wasn't the reason, she just wanted

to have everything available that William might want. I picked up the

flogger and dropped it into her bag, getting a big grin and a kiss for

my efforts.

Looking back on it now, our first trip into town - our first trip

anywhere as a family - was no big deal, except for two incidents that

I'll describe in due time. But it was a really big deal for us at the

time. William hadn't been anywhere for months, Carrie hadn't been

anywhere for nearly two years, and I hadn't been anywhere for over eight

years. As we got closer to town, we were all excited and eager for an

adventure. That included me, even though I was also worried how I would

react around strangers. William and Carrie had told me their hands would

always be near, and all I had to do was take one or both of their hands

if I got nervous.

It was the weekend before Christmas. As we got into the city proper, all

of the stores and streets were decorated for the occasion. That was a

good distraction for me, I was too busy trying to see everything to

think about the crowds of strangers I would soon have to face.

When we got to the hotel, my nervousness returned. I took Carrie's hand

as soon as we got out of the SUV. By the time we got to the reservation

desk in the hotel lobby, I needed William's hand too. I know they felt

me trembling through my hands, but they acted like everything was

normal, and soon I started to relax a little. At one point Carrie

whispered to me that she and Bill would be in my room, fucking me, in

about 10 minutes. I looked at her, and she gave me a great big smile. I

smiled back at her, and everything seemed Ok to me after that, I knew

she and William would take care of me.

While we were riding the elevator up to our rooms, we all agreed we were

hungry. William relented and asked Uncle Phil and Bev to join us for a

late lunch. We agreed to unpack, then meet in an hour and go have lunch.

When we had each gone to our suites, I began to unpack my bag. Within a

few minutes, Carrie and William came through the connecting door from

their suite into mine. They were both naked. "Look at her, Bill," Carrie

said, "she's still dressed. That means she gets fucked last."

I said, "I like to undress in front of you two. It makes me feel sexy."

"Well, Sexy, here we are, and we're in a hurry, we've got less than an

hour," William said. I peeled off my clothes, then shrieked when William

threw me over his shoulder and dumped me onto my bed.

About twenty minutes later, I was on my back, Carrie's face was buried

in my pussy, and William was fucking Carrie from behind. I heard a

muffled scream from across the room, and turned my head in time to see

Bev retreating back through the connecting door between my suite and

William and Carrie's.

"Shit," Carrie said.

"I told you to make sure the door into their suite was locked," William

said.

Carrie said, "I looked at it, it seemed locked to me. I didn't want to

rattle the doorknob and attract their attention."

"You'd better go talk to her," William said, "put some clothes on first."

I didn't realize how freaked out Carrie was, until she snapped back at

William. She said, "Jesus Christ, stop treating me like a child! I know

enough to get dressed before talking to her." Then she realized what she

had said. "I'm sorry, Master, please forgive me," she said.

"There's nothing to forgive," William said. "Call us if you need us, but

I'd recommend you leave us out of the conversation until you've calmed

her down."

"I agree, thank you William," Carrie said as she walked out of my suite.

"What do we do now?" I asked William.

"The only thing we can," he said, as he eased himself down on top of me

and slipped his cock into my pussy. "Carrie'll be gone a long time."

After we had been fucking for a few minutes, I asked, "Am I the only one

who's glad our secret is out?"

William kissed me. "No, you're not the only one," he answered. After a

moment, he added, "But this is going to be hard for your sister, she'll

need our support." I told him I would do anything I could to help.

We fucked for perhaps another forty-five minutes, and William gave me

four wonderful orgasms. Finally he stopped, saying he was starving. He

got on the phone and ordered a lot of food and two bottles of wine from

room service, telling them to deliver it to my suite. I was looking at

the room service menu. "That's going to cost us a fortune," I said after

he hung up the phone.

"Do you know what we're paying for these suites?" he asked. "When I saw

Carrie's plans for this weekend, I realized that she knew something you

and I hadn't figured out yet."

"What's that?" I asked.

He smiled. "We're rich, and we might as well start acting like it."

He was right, I hadn't figured that out. My life had been so simple for

so long, I didn't understand what it meant to be rich. It took me a long

time to come to grips with it.

We took a quick shower together; then, right after we had gotten

dressed, the food came. It was pretty good, and we were both hungry, so

we dug in. Long after I was full, William kept urging me to eat more. "I

know I need to gain weight," I told him, "but I'm afraid if I start

overeating, I'll go too far and get fat."

"That's an advantage of being my slave," he said with a grin. "I won't

let you get fat, you don't need to worry about it." That startled me, I

had never looked at it that way before. He had complete control over me,

even what I ate and how much, and I couldn't have been happier about it.

I was truly his slave, but this time it was my choice.

It was nearly five when Carrie finally returned. She looked exhausted.

She ran her fingers through my hair as she walked by my chair, then she

sank to her knees in front of William's chair and put her head in his

lap. After a moment, he asked her how it went.

"I told her everything," Carrie said. "She's very unhappy. I ran out of

ways to tell her it was our life, and we had a right to live it as we

choose. It was Philip who saved me. He knew I wasn't getting anywhere

with her, so finally he told Beverly that we were happy and we loved one

another. He said she should shut up, learn to live with it, and be happy

for us."

"That's all it took?" William asked.

Carrie looked up at William and shook her head. "She said you were an

evil man, and that they had to get Char and I away from you."

William smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. "And?" he asked.

Carrie said, "And, Philip said you were a good man who had done evil

things in the past. He said that I had never been happier in my life,

and that you had helped Char adjust very quickly to her rescue, and that

Char was also happy. Then Philip reminded Beverly that she had said that

exact thing about him, when he was working for my father." "For our

father," she corrected herself, looking over at me. "That stopped her,

she didn't have any comeback to that. But she's so unhappy, I hate to

see her like that."

Carrie was quiet for a few moments, then she said, "I'm sorry. I

apologize to both of you for all this turmoil. I had hoped we could

relax and enjoy our outing, and now this has happened."

"Did you cause it on purpose?" William asked. "Did you intentionally

leave the door to their suite unlocked?"

I was surprised he had asked her that, I would have never suspected

Carrie of causing such a problem on purpose. But Carrie answered calmly,

"No, William, I thought the door was locked. I didn't want Beverly to

see the three of us having sex, and I wasn't ready for her to know the

truth about our relationship."

"Then you have nothing to apologize for, Carrie," William said. "What

should we do for the rest of the evening?"

Carrie stood and went into their suite. She returned, naked, with the

flogger. Kneeling again at William's feet, she presented him with the

flogger in her upraised, open hands. With her eyes lowered, she said,

"Master, please punish your slave for speaking disrespectfully to you

earlier."

William took the flogger from Carrie's hands. After a moment, he said.

"It's a fact that you were disrespectful to me. I understand that you

were under a lot of stress. I also understand that it was unnecessary

for me to remind you to get dressed before talking to Beverly. Your

punishment is that you will not cum until we go to bed this evening."

"Thank you, Master," Carrie whispered.

William slid out of his chair and sat on the floor in front of Carrie. I

sat beside him, and we all joined hands. William said, "You have the

full support of your family, Carrie. We'll do anything to help you get

through this difficulty. It's up to you to decide the best action, and

we'll do whatever you ask." With tears in her eyes, Carrie thanked us,

and then we all hugged and kissed.

"So, what should we do now?" William asked again.

Carrie shrugged. "There's nothing more we can do tonight, let's live our

lives," she said. "I'm starving, let's go get something to eat."

"We already ate, from room service," William told her. "We can order

again for you, or we can all go out, but I don't think Char and I can

eat any more for awhile."

"I'm wasted, room service will be fine," Carrie said. I ordered food for

Carrie, and two more bottles of wine. After the food was delivered, we

locked the connecting door to the next suite, then William and I

stripped. We all sat at the table. While Carrie wolfed down her food,

William and I sipped our wine.

For about half an hour after Carrie finished eating, we continued

talking and sipping wine. We had just decided to climb into bed and fuck

ourselves to exhaustion, when there was a soft knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Philip," the voice on the other side of the door said. I looked at

William, and he nodded. I opened the door.

Uncle Phil was used to seeing us naked, so he walked right in. "I'm

taking Beverly home," he said. "I would like to come back, I really

don't want the three of you to be without protection. But if you're

determined to be alone, I'll come back and pick you up Monday morning.

It's up to you."

Carrie and I both looked at William. He said, "We'll see you Monday

morning, Philip. We're all very sorry that Beverly's so upset, I hope we

can work things out eventually."

"Thank you, Sir," Uncle Phil said. "She'll get over it, it will just

take some time for her to adjust." Before leaving, he took Carrie's hand

and kissed her on the cheek. Then he did the same to me.

When Uncle Phil tried to let go of my hand, I wouldn't let it go. He

looked at me, and I told him that Carrie and I were happy with William,

and that he was a good man. Uncle Phil said he knew that. He looked at

William and said, "Please be careful, Sir." William nodded, and

If anyone's still reading our story, you'll notice the last paragraph

just stops. I left it that way on purpose, and that's how it will stay,

unless some automatic reformatting software monkeys with it later. While

I was writing that paragraph, yesterday morning, Bill crept up behind me

and kissed me on the back of my neck, then he whispered, "The story will

wait, I need you." Before I could look around, he gripped me around my

waist with one arm and pulled me off of the stool. I always sit on a

simple stool when I'm at the computer. That keeps me from spending too

much time at it, because the stool gets uncomfortable after awhile.

Bill carried me under his arm to the bedroom, then he dumped me on the

bed. My heart was racing, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The

night after Carrie died, Bill fucked me brutally, until he couldn't get

hard any more. Then he didn't touch me for almost two months. When we

finally started having sex again, he was just going through the motions.

There was no joy in it like before, and I always had to ask him to fuck

me. Bill always made sure I came, but he almost never did. So you can

see why I was excited about what was happening now.

I rolled onto my back, and saw for the first time that Bill was already

naked. In an instant he was on top of me, straddling my waist, a big

grin on his face. He started pulling at my blouse. I told him to wait

and I would strip for him, but he grabbed the two sides of my blouse and

tore it open, buttons flying in all directions. He began smothering my

breasts with kisses and nibbles, and I came right away just from that.

Bill told me to spread my legs, and I did. He catapulted himself into

the air, only his hands stayed on the bed beside my hips. His legs came

down between mine, he pulled my skirt up to my waist and then attacked

my pussy with his mouth. As soon as I felt his tongue inside me, I came

a second time. He tongued me and nibbled my labia for a few minutes,

then he softly bit my erect clit, and I came a third time, very hard.

When I could talk again, I told him I wanted his cock inside me. He

stretched out over me and slowly guided himself into my pussy. When I

felt him sliding into me, I came yet again.

Bill fucked me slowly, for a long time. I was having nearly continuous

orgasms. I finally had to ask him to stop, I was exhausted. He lowered

his head and tenderly touched his lips to mine, and then he came for the

first time. It felt like he pumped a gallon of cum into me, I thought it

would run out of my ears.

We lay together in silence for awhile. Finally, Bill said, "I've been a

real jerk. You should have left, but I'm thankful you didn't. I think

it's going to be Ok now."

"I'll never leave you," I told him.

"Will you marry me?" Bill asked.

"I've already married you," I said, then held my breath.

"I want to marry you legally," he said. "If you don't want to, it's Ok."

"I want to. I'd be honored," I told him. I felt tears pooling in my eyes.

We cuddled for awhile, then Bill said softly, "I've heard that tubal

ligations can be reversed, would you like to look into it?"

I started crying. Bill hugged me tightly until I could speak. I

whispered, "Yes, I think we should."

"You'd need another operation, maybe it would be simpler if we adopted,"

he said.

"It doesn't hurt to ask," I said. "Let's find the best surgeon for that

kind of operation, then we'll go see about it."