I was always taught that when things are needed to be said, you just need to say the, To get them out and in the open. To let things drop where they will and to move on. That is easier said than done.
Tonight I decided to call my brother to talk about his trip, the family and other things (your sister is a slave). My goal was to slowly approach him to feel out how kinky he is or how open he would be to new things that may be sexual.
being honest, it was not easy. It was a bit difficult to come out and ask him about His level of comfort with anything sexual. Thankfully this is Las Vegas and sex is sold pretty much everywhere. You start with questions about our nickname “sin city” – I asked him what clubs He was thinking of going to and what all he wanted me to show him, Letting him know I have seen almost everything here. From the big strip shows to the swing clubs to the small magic shows.
He laughed at the mention of the swing club. But He came clean saying that He would have no problem if we were to go there as a couple (cheaper) or as a threesome. He did express that He was interested and that He may have visited on or two in Chicago! It helped when He asked about the kinky rooms He said He read about online. “The ones with the ropes and chains” Good, I am feeling braver now!
That changed the conversation and finally gave me what I was really looking for. That made it so much easier to start to ask about His thoughts on having a sister that may be a bit kinky? Long Pause. I hate long pauses on a phone call. He actually said he was not surprised by the way I treat my “husband”. The way we act together has often had Hiom thinking about my “Husband” as the long lost “alpha” male you read about in books. the man who runs the house and the relationship. I was always a little bit submissive.
Ok, ouch, umm.. that was not what I was expecting, I liked it but needed to change topics to get my thoughts back on tack.
I assured him that I would leave him enough time to go off on His own and to find things out on his own. I would not be His sidekick the entire time He was here. Giving him space if he found a willing partner while here to have a little fun (hint, hint). His secrets, if any, would be safe with me as I hoped he would do the same for me. He paused on that one but laughed as He agreed.
Our conversation then went down memory lane. Apparently our talk about swing clubs and other “adult” adventures jogged a memory He wanted solved.
When He was in High School, Mom and Dad threatened to punish him if he did not start to clean up his room, make his bed and put his laundry in the hamper before school each day. Something He had a problem remembering to do as he ran off to catch the bus.
So on the day, this new rule was to happen, He was thinking about a test or some other thing and He simply forgot. On my way down the hall and out the door to meet the bus, I swooped into his room. Made his bed, straightened 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.
On the bus, He got nervous remembering what he forgot to do. That’s when I told him not to worry, i did it for him. He thanked me. Then 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 it. everyday before school, i made it a habit to go thru his room and make the bed, straighten things out and go off for the bus. for two years it became my morning routine.
Tonight he finally 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 had asked for and got His love, respect, and his protection from the school bullies.
Plus, for me, and what I know now, 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 he was right. That I like to do that to only the important people in my life. Then he asked if He was still an important person in my life?
Hmm, interesting way to end our conversation.