Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2010 19:45:28 +0100 (BST)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Inlaws & Outlaws 7

If I thought that the end of the honeymoon would bring some respite, then I
was kidding myself. My new bride and I were supposed to be moving in the
house that my parents had helped us buy, but I had not planned on her
brother moving in with us.  Nor on him sharing the main bedroom with my
wife, while I took up residence in the spare room. That arrangement was
made clear to me when I was directed to take the cases up to the rooms.

I had a few days of my holiday left, time I had intended to spend getting
to know my new bride better. Instead I just learned more about my new
life. The initial rules were laid out for me as soon as I had unpacked all
our cases and hung up the clothes. All the chores were to be my
responsibility, and I would be punished if I did not carry out my duties
efficiently and with enthusiasm. In the house I was to be naked at all
times except when traders or workmen called, which would be often with
getting the new house up and working. Then I would be allowed to cover my
nakedness with a housecoat, but ti would be the frilly feminine one I had
bought Helen hr last birthday and that she had never worn. Should we have
any social visitors I was to ask for instructions about dress of either
Helen or Sam.

They both looked at me a bit impatiently after they had finished going
through the rules, and so I quickly stripped off my clothes there in the
hallway. I hadn't liked that use of the word punishment, and determined to
avoid it at all possible. As soon as I was suitably naked, they went into
the living room and settled themselves down while I set about preparing a
meal for them.

The next few days settled into a routine. During the day I would get all
the housekeeping done while Helen and her brother lounged about or went
out. A number of workmen and delivery men came, and each time I would don
the frilly housecoat over my naked body. Naturally it led to amused glances
and a few ribald remarks. I figured I was getting quite a reputation
amongst the local tradesman, but I had to grit my teeth and endure it. It
was even worse when Helen was there. She would dress herself in the
skimpiest of outfits and hang around while they did their work. They'd look
at her and then look at me in my ridiculous housecoat and smirk at me. She
and they would exchange suggestive comments, and the men would get bolder
and bolder as they saw I did nothing.

The nights also followed a pattern. Soon after they retired to bed I would
get a shout from one of them to come in. They would be naked on the bed,
sweaty from sex, and it would be my chore to clean his cock and her cunt
with my tongue. Job done, I would be dismissed back to my own little room.

On the third day after we returned, my parents and my younger sister were
due to make their first visit. I was getting very worried about what Helen
and her brother might have me wear, and they kept me wondering until almost
the last moment. Half an hour before they were due, Helen told me to go up
to my room where I would find my clothes on the bed. I ran up the stairs,
and was relieved to see a normal shirt and trousers on the top of the
bed. I went to my underwear drawer and found nothing. All my pairs of pants
had been removed. So I put on the shirt and trousers, still grateful for
small mercies. The trouser material was a little insubstantial so my
unrestrained cock was a little obvious, but I figured it would not be too
bad if I sat as much as possible.

All things considered, most of it went alright. Helen was dressed in a
halter top and very short skirt, which earned her a number of disapproving
looks from my very strait-laced mother. And she flirted outrageously with
my father, which got her even more disapproval. Sam was there and charmed
my mother out of some of her disapproval, and he was very attentive to my
seventeen year old sister Tracy. I could see that she was quite smitten
with him.  He told them he was visiting for a couple of days and was
staying in the spare room. My father made some weak joke about hoping he
was not cramping the newlyweds' style, which Sam laughed at a bit too
heartily.

My plan to remain seated as much as possible to hide my flopping cock went
nowhere. Helen kept asking me to get things and to serve everybody with
drinks and eats. Not in the commanding way of normal, but sweetly with lots
of smiles and blown kisses. I saw my mother's lips purse each time. She
believed that it was a wife's place to do everything for her husband. So up
I would get, my cock obvious beneath its inadequate covering, and both my
parents would look away embarrassed while Tracy tried hard not to stare. At
one point she and Helen disappeared into the kitchen to et some plates, and
I could hear them giggling in there. I could only imagine in horror what
they might be talking about.

Shortly before they were due to leave I had to go to the bathroom. I was in
there shaking myself fry when I heard the door opening behind me. I was not
allowed to lock the bathroom door when I was in there, and not even close
it, so I had left it unlocked. I turned to see Sam standing there.

"You broke the rules, bitch," he said.

I knew he meant the door, and started to apologise and explain but he cut
me off.

"On your knees," he ordered. "And open your mouth."

I got down immediately. Sam took out his cock and rested it on my lower
lip. I knew what was coming, so when he let go with his piss I quickly
swallowed it. I had visions of going back downstairs with a piss-stained
shirt. I managed to swallow it all, but when he'd finished he wiped the tip
of his wet cock around my lips.

"Now get back downstairs," he told me, putting his cock away.

Mine was still hanging out. "May I zip up before I go, sir?" I asked.

He looked down at my crotch, and then back up at my face. He was
smiling. After a long heart-stopping moment, he nodded. I tucked myself
away and went down the stairs, Sam close behind me. My family were getting
ready to go and were already in the hall. My mother kissed me on the lips,
and then licked her own puzzledly.

"What have you been eating?" she asked. "There's a very peculiar taste on
your lips."

I shrugged it off, but behind her I could see Sam's wide grin. Helen then
demurely kissed all three of them. I think I was the only one at the right
angle to see her brush my father's crotch with the back of her hand as she
reached up to kiss him.

After they'd gone, I automatically stripped off my clothes
immediately. Meanwhile Sam was telling hi sister the source of the strange
taste my mother had detected on my lips. It made her laugh.

"So the bitch's old bitch of a mother has tasted your piss," she said,
still laughing.  "We'll have to see about arranging for her to get it
direct from the source. And what do you think of the bitch's sweet young
sister?"

"Very fuckable," he answered.

"I've invited her over tomorrow. For a little girlie chat."

"Good. You want me here?"

"Not this time, no."

"Fair enough."

He looked at me, standing there waiting and listening.

"Before I'm finished, bitch," he told me. "I'm going to dip my cock in each
and every one of your family. Even that scag of a mother of yours."

"Yes, sir," I said, and I believed him.

They told me to get cleared up and then headed upstairs. I knew I'd be
getting a call eventually.