He was lazily stroking Katherine's long, dark brown hair, causing her to purr very quietly as her head bobbed slowly but relentlessly. He paused before saying, "Yes, there will be a reward. However, that in no way cancels out the punishment that you're still serving out."
Heather felt her dreamy mood suddenly shatter. She exploded in anger, "WHAT?! WHAT?! You've got to be kidding me! Are you telling me my no anal ban is still in effect?! After I saved YOUR ASS today? You've got to be seriously fucking KIDDING me!"
He was still trying to remain a calm voice of reason, hoping that would discourage Heather from being hot-headed. His sister's cocksucking was keeping him in a blissful mood. As Katherine subtly resumed a more active tongue work on his sweet spot inside her mouth, he casually asked Heather, "Did you violate the terms of your punishment today?"
"No! Of course not! I was waiting for you to give the official word. That's one reason I kept calling you. But I just assumed that it would be a formality. I mean, come ON! I risked my neck for you, Sir! I threw my life out there to save you! I don't even know if I've ever done anything like that for anybody else before. I figured you'd at the very least be calling me 'Bitchslut' again and happily plowing away in my ass like no one else can, before the-"
"You assumed wrong," he replied evenly, seemingly unmoved. "Unless you can go back in time and undo the things you did that resulted in my imposing the punishment in the first place, it still stands. You will be rewarded when you're good, and punished when you're bad. You've been both lately, so you get both. Do the crime, do the time. If you don't like being punished, then don't do things that will EARN you punishments. And it's not as if you didn't get plenty of advance warning that you were crossing the line and needed to step back before it was too late. Remember, I gave you a chance to redeem yourself, and you threw it away. You were also quite contemptuous at the time about being given an 'out' for your misbehavior, as I recall, meaning you have no one else to blame for your current status and situation but yourself. Full stop."
He was proud of himself for being so articulate, considering that Katherine had just stepped up her efforts again and resumed bobbing over his sweet spot, as well as continuing her talented tongue work on it.
"Oh, man!" Heather fumed in frustration. "This totally fucking SUCKS! ... Sir." She drooped her head in defeat, and pulled her fingers from her hot gash. Damn! I should have totally fucked my ass with a honkin' huge dildo all afternoon, since I was cooped up in this room anyways. I could have claimed ignorance after the fact.
She suddenly blurted out, "So, how long is this no anal ban going to go on?!"
"I hate to say this, since it's not the answer you want to hear, but ... that depends entirely on you. Right now, you're being tested. If you pass, your punishment ends, and then I'll be able to reward you. If you fail, it's sayonara time and it was nice knowing you. Just like I promised."
"Shit." She felt like throwing furniture around. She felt helpless and frustrated, and she absolutely hated it. "Alan... Sir..." She wanted to beg and plead, but she knew she was already on thin ice with him.
"Look, you think I'm happy about this?" he replied a bit heatedly. "After all, I had plans for this weekend. Plans that involved you, and plowing your hot and bitchy ass every single day, maybe even teaching you how to beg to take a hot load of cum in your ass, like a needy Bitchslut should, and then perhaps even giving it to you."
She held her breath and bit her lip. Oh SHIT! That sounds so great! That's exactly what I want too! An itchy, burning sensation was asserting itself deep in her ass, and slowly spreading to her pussy as she contemplated what that might have been like. She could even feel a tingling in her hard nipples.
"But no," he continued, "you had to go and spoil everything by trying to blackmail me into having things your own way. You pull a dumb-assed power play, even after I asked you not to, repeatedly, and now I have to forgo the pleasure of cramming my cock up your hungry butt, and fucking your horny ass until you cum all over me, screaming like a banshee, and then making you beg for even more, until you're all fucked out like I'd wanted. So as much as you hate this punishment you've been given, realize that it's no picnic for me either."
He stilled Katherine's bobbing head with his hand, as he was finding it too difficult to think with what she was doing.
Katherine moaned a little bit in a pouty tone, but she obeyed.
"Sir!" Heather whispered, breathlessly, scarcely daring to believe what he was saying. Despite his complaint, his talk of cocks cramming up hungry butts was keeping her arousal level sky high. "You would have... done all that... for me?"
She also again if she'd heard a feminine moaning sound coming through the line. But she was highly distracted, and told herself that she had to be imagining things.
He patted Katherine's hair approvingly as she went back to a mellow bobbing style. At the same time, with all the talk about asses, he leaned forward a bit and ran a hand over his sister's very fine butt. Aaaah! It's good to be the king! This feels great. I should always get my dick sucked while talking to Heather on the phone, to reduce the stress. And you know what? I can!
He told Heather in a stern voice, "Let's just say it's what I'd had in mind, before you upset the apple cart with your temper tantrum and flat-out bitchiness on Wednesday. It's why I wanted, at the very least, to give you a 'taste' of what you were going to be missing out on yesterday."
She had nothing to say to that. Her mind was filled with visions of what might have been, and the happiness that could have been hers. Her asshole burned hot, angry, itchy, and worst of all, empty.
He waited, respectfully, for her to pull her thoughts together after being hit with that bombshell. As often happened during such pauses, his thoughts went back to his sister's blowjob. I wonder if Sis can hear what Heather is saying. What is she thinking about right now? I know she hates Heather. But she's pleasuring me in such a selfless way just the same. She really is the best sister in the world! He resumed stroking Katherine's hair, and even bent over to briefly kiss the top of her head.
Katherine cooed happily in response. Then she seemed to step her cocksucking efforts up a notch.
But after a while, when Heather still had nothing to say, he asked, "Is that everything? It is late and I've had a hard day, you know." He looked down at his sister's head bobbing up and down over his crotch, with his entire cockhead in her mouth. It seemed she just couldn't be kept to sucking him in a restrained manner for very long, so he resolved to try to end the conversation soon, before he started huffing and puffing in a way that Heather would notice.
"I'm sorry!" Heather blurted out, without even really thinking.
"Excuse me?" He could scarcely believe she was apologizing about anything.
"I said, I'm sorry. If only I hadn't done that... thing... with the tape recorder, everything would be different. Maybe there wouldn't have been a fight. Maybe you'd be in my bedroom this very minute, plunging your fat cock deep in my ass!"
"Are you sorry about what you did, or sorry that you got caught?"
In truth, it was almost entirely the latter. She thought about the second tape recorder that was still safely hidden, and searched her feelings about removing it. But her desire to have the upper hand over him was too strong, despite the great risks.
After a long pause, he noted, coldly, "Your silence is telling."
She sighed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I am who I am. But I'm trying to change, I really am. But it's hard!" That was an honest complaint. She momentarily wondered if she was hearing slurping noises again, but she was too distracted to think about it.
"I can respect that. But try harder, if you want your punishment to end."
She felt sad and guilty. She looked down at her naked body and her swampy pussy. "What do you want from me? Blood?!"
"No," he replied, his voice calm and reassuring once more. "I want the same things that you want from your friends. Loyalty. Respect. But even more than that, I want you to be honest. With yourself, with me, with Simone, and with anyone else who truly cares about you. But most of all, with yourself. I need to be able to trust you, Heather, and I can't do that if you aren't honest with me, and I'll never be able to do it, if you can't even be honest with yourself and your own feelings. That's why I've always said that this thing we have between us really isn't about me. It's about you. It's always been about you."
Bastard! This is all YOUR fault! But she knew she didn't really mean that. In truth, she felt needy and alone. Worst of all was the realization that her fingers weren't going to suffice. "Can I see you tomorrow?"
Heather heard the pillow crumple on Alan's end as he shifted in bed. (He was twisting into a new position, hoping that would help muffle Katherine's increasingly loud slurping and sucking noises.)
He was fighting the urge to pant with arousal. He was eager for the call to end, just so he could breathe freely. "I suppose. Are you free before noon? We could meet up at the ice cream shop along the boardwalk when they open. The place shouldn't be too crowded if we get there before the tide of humanity washes in."
"It might involve a jailbreak on my end, if my dad doesn't let me out of my room tomorrow, but I'll be there." With fucking bells on!
"Okay ... then, uh, I guess it's a date. Just don't expect me to drop my shorts for you, since your punishment won't be over by then. I'll see you, but I won't be fucking you. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir." We'll see if you can resist your one and only Bitchslut when push comes to time to SHOVE IT IN! Yes!
"Good night, Heather."
"Good night, Sir."
She found herself listening to the dial tone after he hung up for a lot longer than she thought she would.