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Once Stacy gets home, she puts the baby down for a nap.
Rather, she tosses Jamie onto his bed, locks his bedroom door from the outside, and leaves him to figure out his shit.
(She has a baby monitor set up in his room, he’ll be fine. Probably).
The house significantly becomes less interesting to Stacy. The parents aren’t people in the way Jamie still is. They’re more like robots that cook, clean, pay bills, and fuck. The father took himself to work, but the mother is vacuuming the living room carpet. The blank-faced woman is wearing nothing but a short, loose dress, head surely void of anything resembling complex thought.
Stacy ignores her for the moment and sits on the couch, tucking her legs underneath herself. After using her phone to check the video feed of Jamie’s room, (he’s attempting to use his feet to remove the baby mittens), she considers what to do about Jamie’s little slip-up earlier.
“Hey Mom!” She has to raise her voice to be heard over the vacuum, “Do you think I should punish Jamie?” It’s not a real question, but Stacy thinks it’s hilarious to ask.
“Yes, dear,” the older blonde replies immediately.
She giggles. That never gets old.
But more seriously! Stacy tries to be somewhat fair. She doesn’t want to fuck with her brother just because she likes tormenting him. (She does).
While she’s here, might as well partake in the attraction.
“Stop vacuuming and kneel in front of me.” The dreadful noise ends and the room is now blessedly silent. The mother sinks to her knees and awaits further instructions. Once the mother is in position, Stacy slides her baby blue panties off. They take commands so easily when they’re mindbroken like this. Stacy shivers. She tugs the older woman to her wet cunt. The business with Jamie earlier really got her started. “Eat me out.” She doesn’t need to pull the mother forward – the lady does that on her own, even with gusto. Stacy gasps at the contact. It had been a few days since the last time she let anyone touch her like this.
Maybe her mind will be clearer after a couple orgasms…
*
Just after dinner, Jamie slinks back to his room. Stacy actually hadn’t seen her brother until dinnertime. It took him quite a bit of time to get free of his restraints and the gag. He managed it, though. Even if he did fall off the bed. Then after that, Stacy kinda… forgot about locking Jamie in his room. She only remembered when she realized the mother started setting the table.
Anyways.
Stacy trails after Jamie, full of perverse intent. Mere seconds after his door closes, Stacy throws it open and walks in.
He jumps at the sound and slowly turns to face her. Jamie already looks resigned, like he knows what’s coming.
“Yeah, Stacy?” He’s tugging at the hem of his t-shirt.
“You were a bad boy earlier, Jamie.” Stacy delivers with a grin, shutting the door behind her.
Jamie bites his lip like he’s contemplating what to do, eyes searching like Stacy’ll give him an answer before she’s damn well ready.
He decides to sink to his knees and crawl over to her. He nuzzles his cheek into one of her shoes. Then he raises his head slightly and presses a kiss to the tip. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles before repeating the action. Then another “sorry.” And another. And– wow, he’s still going.
Honestly, it’s a good performance… But it’s sadly not what Stacy’s looking for.
She bends over and pulls her brother up by his hair.
“I’m sor– ow!” Jamie yelps at the sudden, sharp pain in his head.
“Stand up. You’re so fucking pathetic,” she wonders if Jamie can hear the lust in her voice, “You don’t even know what I want! Who do you think you are?!” Once Jamie gets to his feet, Stacy throws him onto his bed for the second time that day.
He lands on his stomach with a bounce, the wind knocked out of him. Stacy quickly climbs onto his back and brings her lips right to his ear.
“I’m going to shove my hand up your ass, and you’re going to love it. Now… don’t move.” She finishes her statement by delivering a lick to the shell of his ear. Jamie whimpers.
“Should tell you to shut the fuck up too,” Stacy hums as she spins around. “But I won’t. That’s no fun.” She tears off Jamie’s bottoms rather roughly. Still sitting on his back, Stacy delivers two harsh smacks to his pale rear, just to give him such much needed color.
She then slides off to sit between his spread legs. Once she’s got his asshole exposed, she spits on it and rubs the saliva in with two fingers, encouraging the muscle to become pliant. Stacy won’t bother with lube just yet, she knows Jamie can take this easily. (She’s put him through much worse). Her fingers sink in – almost too easy – and Stacy starts jamming at his prostate. But it is a punishment, so she doesn’t let him have it for long. Jamie’s mostly silent. That’d have to change.
Stacy withdraws her fingers and summons lube. Only because this would be nigh impossible without it.
Jamie shivers when he feels the cool liquid drip over his hole, tugging a smile from Stacy. Once they’re both sufficiently drenched, Stacy dips two fingers back in.
She’s meaner this time and she’s quick to shove a third finger inside him. Still, that’s nothing.
“Open up, whore,” she sighs, wearily. He’s clenching tight on her fingers. You really wouldn’t assume this was such a well-used hole. Jamie’s getting a nasty fingerfuck now. The squelch of lube only adds to the dirtiness. Stacy dares to add that fourth finger. His hole is stretched obscenely around the width of her fingers. Even so, Jamie should feel lucky Stacy has such small and delicate hands.
Breathing unsteadily, noisily, Jamie warbles at the extra stretch. Definitely getting up there in difficulty. They’re almost there, though. She spanks him again with her free hand. He’ll be nice and sloppy when she’s finished with him. Stacy blows out a breath through her mouth. Dirty bitch.
Now her thumb… that’s a struggle. When she withdraws, Stacy tucks it in with the rest of her fingers and fucks Jamie open even wider. Now that’s a sight.
“Does it hurt?” Stacy sneers. She pushes her hand in until she’s wrist-deep. His hole is spasming around her dainty wrist. Beautiful.
He mumbles to himself. Quiet, like he’s self-soothing.
“Speak up!”
“I’m sorry!” He squawks.
Stacy giggles, her hand stilling inside him.
“Tell me you like it, and I’ll think about stopping.”
Then. Heavy breathing. “I like it.”
Stacy tucks her fingers into a fist. “And?”
“It’s… g-good.”
“That's not enough.”
She starts fucking him again, slower this time. It’s still a lot, even for Jamie.
“Stacy–! Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease!”
Her grin goes wild.
Jamie always takes it like such a good bitch.
And he begs like one, too.