His beautiful and very submissive wife had called me to tell me He was on his way. I wished she was able to travel, but her health is not helping, especially with the COVID and the rules of the mask. But she understands and tells me to make Him happy.

Like me, she sees her life thru Him. If she can make Him happy by allowing others to serve His needs, she is happy to see Him happy. She also likes to live vicariously thru others, so I need to call her to give her the sexual details.

Master-Sir drives me to the airport, knowing I am too excited to keep my eyes on the road and to think straight. My Owner smiles and laughs as I repeat all that I have done to prepare for His visit and how nervous I get that He may not be pleased or happy with what I have done for His arrival.

In reality, He just gets mad at all that I do for His arrival and all that I do for Him when He is here. He just wants to kick back, relax and have fun with His kid sister.

But I have never been that way. If it’s a man I respect and admire, I will be the dutiful submissive (now that I have a term for my behavior!). It’s just how I am wired, I guess.

We hug, we kiss, we argue as I grab His suitcase. It’s on wheels so it’s not like I am being made to move heavy logs or anything!

We have already been thru the drill on His last visit here so He knows the rules, my rules. He doesn’t want to see me punished, but for the way I live my life, He’s cool with it all. He wants me to live my life as if He wasn’t there. So once we are home, I kneel down to remove His shoes and kiss His feet, to welcome Him to our home.

I take His suitcase to His room and return to the living room. Knowing I will unpack it later. Right now, my men need to be served.

Per the new formality, Master-Sir will tell me when I can get naked. I wait for His permission, standing in the middle of the living room as the men sit down to relax and talk. They are smiling and ignoring me as I tremble.

I have been His slave for over 15 years and I still get nervous and embarrassed as I am told to strip while other people watch me. To take off one piece at a time knowing I am being judged, being watched, and being compared to other females or slaves.

Master-Sir makes me hold my hands above my head and slowly spin in a circle for my brother’s approval. He always laughs as I try to be pretty and talented at this. I am a clutz. They send me for two beers. I crawl out of the room.

Returning, I am never sure who I am to kneel next to after serving the drinks. My Owner or my Brother? Master-Sir made it easy by telling as I came back into the room, This is HIS night, HIS vacation. Meaning my brother. I kneel at His feet. He smiles at me, I smile at Him.

We spend the next couple of hours talking, catching up. Master-Sir is letting me relax, not be so formal. I can sit on the floor and just talk to Him. I order us a pizza and of course, my Young Friend delivers it. He loves seeing my brother as well. But I need to give Him His tip (blowjob) before the pizza gets cold.

After I suck His cock and walk Him to the door. I return to my men and watch as they devour the pizza. I am sent to unpack my brother’s suitcase. He is here for work as well as pleasure, so He brought a lot of different things to wear.

As I opened the suitcase, I found an envelope on top, addressed to me. Inside was a letter from His wife. Again, telling me to please make Him happy and don’t forget to call her afterward with the details!

Since The Pretty Brunette is no longer with us (she is still alive, just very sick) Master-Sir has been in a serious funk. He has barely used me for anything other than making dinner, for the last two weeks. He tries to smile, but I know He misses her, as I do as well.

Tonight He retired early. Telling me to come to bed after my Bother is in bed and I am done with my chores.

With everything that has happened in my life. Even going back to my school days. The one thing that I have always enjoyed, was curling up with my brother and having Him take all the bad stuff away. So yes, I needed to feel him now.

We didn’t say anything, I just crawled up between His legs and started to undress Him. At least taking off His slacks. Releasing His growing cock and swallowing it all. I felt His hands on my boobs as I moaned. It wasn’t a sexual moan, but a relaxing moan as if I just had the world lifted off my shoulders.

Feeling Him in my mouth is almost equivalent to having my Owner in my mouth. These are the only two men in my life I get that feeling of safety and comfort from. Sucking His cock does as much good for me as it does for Him.

As I suck, He is talking about his wife and how He misses the better days. As I do with my Owner. Soem may see this as sexual and give me grief for it. But this time it was therapeutic. It was settling our nerves and making the day end on a better note. Swallowing His reward, I was slow and let it take a little longer. So that I could enjoy Him, in me. Neither of us was in any hurry.

After we were done, He went to His room and I went to join my Owner in His bed.

The following morning,. I made both my men breakfast and they both fed me by hand as I knelt between them at the table. He and my Owner talked business, about the conference He was going to and why He was here.

He chose what I was to wear for work, and like Master Chad or others, after picking out my clothes and inspecting me, He just fucked me. Not a brotherly love or even a love fuck. This was “A wet hole for me to use” fuck. After He came, I sucked His cock clean, then He just kissed me and walked out the door.

Later, I was talking to His wife/sub, she asked me if that wasn’t what I want? Just to be used as a slave? I had to admit, she was right, I do profess that need,. that hunger. But this was my Big Brother. The man who kept me safe at night and watched over me at school.

She told me that He has been this way for a while. Partly out of what’s happening with her and her medical issues, but as well as His recent promotion at work has Him being more reserved in His actions.

That evening, He came back from His event, smiled, happy and demanding. As He walked in the door, He handed me His shoulder bag and told me to get Him a beer, He would be in with my Owner. Now I’m seeing my Brother again!

Nothing sexual happened again until the morning and it followed the previous pattern. Breakfast, the hand-feed slave, choose her clothes, fuck her, go off to the convention.

Last night, He took me out for dinner. Master-Sir wanted us to be alone. To be brother and sister and we were. It was a blast. We went to a show doesn’t he Strip “Americas Got Talent” and had after-show drinks.

He explained His behavior as His wife did. He told me about His new job and how this helps Him stay focused. he actually enjoyed how He uses me as much as I enjoy being used like that. It helps that afterward, at the end of the day, He is back to begin my Brother and we are happy with each other.

We have dinner and a show planned for tonight with Master-Sir joining us.