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Chapter 10: Big Sis Plays with Her Toys
Shriya
"Hi, Mom," my eldest daughter said, her face pale, her posture stiffening. "About what?"
Nidhhi thought she was in trouble. And why not? It was after 3 AM, and she was just now getting home from her work at Dairy Queen. What had she been up to after her shift ended? I had fallen asJanhvip waiting for her to get home and begin her seduction into Cherry's harem. I sat in my bathrobe, naked beneath, wishing I was upstairs in bed with my sister and my niece, Janhvi. Tonight, Cherry shared his bedroom with Sara and Ananya. My youngest was super excited, acting like it was a sleepover, spreading bedding on the floor of his room for them to sleep on.
It was so cute.
No, I need to focus on Nidhhi. My eldest daughter was twenty. She could be out late on a Saturday night if she wanted. She was an adult. She didn't have college tomorrow. I breathed in, frowning. She smelled like body spray and perfume. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.
"Come sit beside me," I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Chandu was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.
Or yearn for another man of the house.
"It's late, Mom," Nidhhi complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father's attention.
But she had only attracted her brother's. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her cameltoe. Nidhhi did not believe in underwear of any sort.
"It's never too late to talk to your mother," I told her. It was hard being so commanding. It wasn't my nature, but being a parent required it. And a sex slave. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.
And Nidhhi was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Cherry as a boy. A Squirt.
"What is this about, Mom?" She tensed again, hands folded before her.
I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn't belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Nidhhi's. She shifted. So she was bisexual or bicurious. That would make things easier. Maybe it wasn't only Daddy's attention she wanted.
But Mommy's.
"How are you doing?" I asked her. "You're out so late. Working hard?"
"We need the money, Mom," she said. "I'll have more when I get **censored** next week."
I nodded my head. "That's not what I meant. I feel like we haven't talked since..."
"Dad died?" She folded her arms, leaning back. "Well, that's been hard. You've kinda..."
"Checked out." I smiled at her. "Drank a little too much wine." Oh, god, I wanted wine right now. But Cherry forbade me to buy any at the store today. No, yesterday. It happened yesterday now. There was none in the house. Just a single glass would make this so much easier. "I've been a bad mom, I know. It's just..."
"You miss him." Nidhhi relaxed. "I miss him, too. But he's gone and... And we just have to move on with life."
I swallowed, my throat pained. I cleared it. I really could use something to drink, even water. "And it must have been hard on you."
"It was hard on everyone," Nidhhi snorted. "Ananya vanished into her room, Janhvi thought she could do whatever the fuck...fudge she wanted, and Cherry... Cherry thinks he has to be a man now."
"He's nineteen. That makes him a man."
Nidhhi rolled her eyes. "The Squirt doesn't have the balls to be a man."
"He spanked Janhvi today, and made her clean up her mess."
My daughter blinked her dark eyes.
I leaned forward, feeling my breasts shift beneath the cloth, wanting to spill out of the half-open robe. "He's a lot like your father. Looks like him, just as strong, dominating. He's putting everything to order. He just had to figure out how to do it."
"Sara's doing, right?" Nidhhi said. "Gave him...encouragement."
I nodded my head. "I think so. But Ananya's opening up, and Janhvi's learning she can't be a brat any longer." I laughed. "I cooked dinner tonight. It was nice. We ate as a family. Aunt Shruti was there. We even watched a movie. We missed you."
"I was working." She folded her arms again, pulling back.
"And you're still hurting, sweetie. You still miss him. And that's okay. I understand. It's normal for a girl to fall in love with the man of the house."
Nidhhi stiffened. Her face paled.
"He told me. After you tried your seduction."
"Oh, god." Nidhhi's breathing quickened.
I scooted closer to her on the couch, patting her thigh. "Honey, it's okay. It's perfectly normal for a girl to have a crush on the man of the house. To dress sexy for him, to try to seduce him with her budding wiles. He was flattered. And I see you still dress sexy for the man of the house. You're still aching to be taken by him. And that's okay, honey. It's perfectly natural."
"God, Mom," Nidhhi said. "I tried to seduce Dad, and you're okay with it?"
"Oh, honey, of course I am. I love you. And wanting to please the man of the house is something I understand. A strong man, taking charge..." A shiver ran through me. Cherry was so strong. My son knew how to treat his Mommy-slut. My pussy itched. I rubbed my thighs together. "So there's nothing wrong with desiring the man of the house.
"Even if he's your brother."
Nidhhi blinked. "What? I thought we were talking about Dad."
"We were. But there's a new man of the house." I grinned at her, stroking her thigh. "And the way you dress... He notices. He appreciates."
"I don't dress this way for Squirt," she spluttered. "I mean, gross. He's my little brother."
"Who's grown into a man." I stood up, wrapping my robe tight about my naked body. "When you're ready to let your father go and move on to other men, I will support you. No matter who you might choose."
And then I swept out of the room, letting those thoughts percolate in her head, letting her think of Cherry and her father in the same way. To open her eyes that her brother wasn't a boy any longer. That he grew up, too, and could give her what she wanted from her father.
Chandu turned her down two years ago for a simple reason: he wanted his daughters to be Cherry's. Nidhhi, Sara, Ananya, and Janhvi. All for his son. "I had two sisters to love," Chandu once told me as he watched Cherry and Sara play in the backyard when they were at that transition into gangly tweens. "He could have four."
He sounded so hopeful, so proud of his son. And I would see my husband and Master's dream come true. I would make sure my son had all of his sisters to love.
* * *
Shriya
"Hi, Mom," my eldest daughter said, her face pale, her posture stiffening. "About what?"
Nidhhi thought she was in trouble. And why not? It was after 3 AM, and she was just now getting home from her work at Dairy Queen. What had she been up to after her shift ended? I had fallen asJanhvip waiting for her to get home and begin her seduction into Cherry's harem. I sat in my bathrobe, naked beneath, wishing I was upstairs in bed with my sister and my niece, Janhvi. Tonight, Cherry shared his bedroom with Sara and Ananya. My youngest was super excited, acting like it was a sleepover, spreading bedding on the floor of his room for them to sleep on.
It was so cute.
No, I need to focus on Nidhhi. My eldest daughter was twenty. She could be out late on a Saturday night if she wanted. She was an adult. She didn't have college tomorrow. I breathed in, frowning. She smelled like body spray and perfume. A lot of it. Almost like a cheap whorehouse. Probably trying to mask the smell of French fry grease.
"Come sit beside me," I told her, patting the couch. Part of me, the motherly part, wanted to pry into what had her acting guilty. Did she hook up with a boy after work? She never really dated, too hung up on her crush on her daddy. Now that Chandu was dead, she might finally be ready to date again.
Or yearn for another man of the house.
"It's late, Mom," Nidhhi complained, sitting down, her brassy hair bouncing about her shoulders along with her impressive breasts. She still dressed like a teasing slut, still trying to attract her father's attention.
But she had only attracted her brother's. My poor Master had to masturbate so many times because of his older sister. It used to make me giggle every time he would make an excuse to go to his room after seeing his sister in another pair of shorts molding to her body, showing off her cameltoe. Nidhhi did not believe in underwear of any sort.
"It's never too late to talk to your mother," I told her. It was hard being so commanding. It wasn't my nature, but being a parent required it. And a sex slave. I had to help my dominating son claim all the women of the family.
And Nidhhi was the last one. The hardest. The least submissive. The most dismissive. She still saw Cherry as a boy. A Squirt.
"What is this about, Mom?" She tensed again, hands folded before her.
I fought a yawn as I leaned back. The robe wasn't belted tightly. It parted, and I caught her eyes glancing at my half-exposed breasts. They were large and pillowy, just a little bigger than Nidhhi's. She shifted. So she was bisexual or bicurious. That would make things easier. Maybe it wasn't only Daddy's attention she wanted.
But Mommy's.
"How are you doing?" I asked her. "You're out so late. Working hard?"
"We need the money, Mom," she said. "I'll have more when I get **censored** next week."
I nodded my head. "That's not what I meant. I feel like we haven't talked since..."
"Dad died?" She folded her arms, leaning back. "Well, that's been hard. You've kinda..."
"Checked out." I smiled at her. "Drank a little too much wine." Oh, god, I wanted wine right now. But Cherry forbade me to buy any at the store today. No, yesterday. It happened yesterday now. There was none in the house. Just a single glass would make this so much easier. "I've been a bad mom, I know. It's just..."
"You miss him." Nidhhi relaxed. "I miss him, too. But he's gone and... And we just have to move on with life."
I swallowed, my throat pained. I cleared it. I really could use something to drink, even water. "And it must have been hard on you."
"It was hard on everyone," Nidhhi snorted. "Ananya vanished into her room, Janhvi thought she could do whatever the fuck...fudge she wanted, and Cherry... Cherry thinks he has to be a man now."
"He's nineteen. That makes him a man."
Nidhhi rolled her eyes. "The Squirt doesn't have the balls to be a man."
"He spanked Janhvi today, and made her clean up her mess."
My daughter blinked her dark eyes.
I leaned forward, feeling my breasts shift beneath the cloth, wanting to spill out of the half-open robe. "He's a lot like your father. Looks like him, just as strong, dominating. He's putting everything to order. He just had to figure out how to do it."
"Sara's doing, right?" Nidhhi said. "Gave him...encouragement."
I nodded my head. "I think so. But Ananya's opening up, and Janhvi's learning she can't be a brat any longer." I laughed. "I cooked dinner tonight. It was nice. We ate as a family. Aunt Shruti was there. We even watched a movie. We missed you."
"I was working." She folded her arms again, pulling back.
"And you're still hurting, sweetie. You still miss him. And that's okay. I understand. It's normal for a girl to fall in love with the man of the house."
Nidhhi stiffened. Her face paled.
"He told me. After you tried your seduction."
"Oh, god." Nidhhi's breathing quickened.
I scooted closer to her on the couch, patting her thigh. "Honey, it's okay. It's perfectly normal for a girl to have a crush on the man of the house. To dress sexy for him, to try to seduce him with her budding wiles. He was flattered. And I see you still dress sexy for the man of the house. You're still aching to be taken by him. And that's okay, honey. It's perfectly natural."
"God, Mom," Nidhhi said. "I tried to seduce Dad, and you're okay with it?"
"Oh, honey, of course I am. I love you. And wanting to please the man of the house is something I understand. A strong man, taking charge..." A shiver ran through me. Cherry was so strong. My son knew how to treat his Mommy-slut. My pussy itched. I rubbed my thighs together. "So there's nothing wrong with desiring the man of the house.
"Even if he's your brother."
Nidhhi blinked. "What? I thought we were talking about Dad."
"We were. But there's a new man of the house." I grinned at her, stroking her thigh. "And the way you dress... He notices. He appreciates."
"I don't dress this way for Squirt," she spluttered. "I mean, gross. He's my little brother."
"Who's grown into a man." I stood up, wrapping my robe tight about my naked body. "When you're ready to let your father go and move on to other men, I will support you. No matter who you might choose."
And then I swept out of the room, letting those thoughts percolate in her head, letting her think of Cherry and her father in the same way. To open her eyes that her brother wasn't a boy any longer. That he grew up, too, and could give her what she wanted from her father.
Chandu turned her down two years ago for a simple reason: he wanted his daughters to be Cherry's. Nidhhi, Sara, Ananya, and Janhvi. All for his son. "I had two sisters to love," Chandu once told me as he watched Cherry and Sara play in the backyard when they were at that transition into gangly tweens. "He could have four."
He sounded so hopeful, so proud of his son. And I would see my husband and Master's dream come true. I would make sure my son had all of his sisters to love.
* * *