The house was quiet, and I made my escape. I put in my ear buds and started out slowly. The more my mind ran, the more relaxed I became. I made my way back to the house and grabbed a water bottle for the shower.
Clean and comfortable in sweats and an old band tee, I made my way downstairs and made a pot of coffee. I heard my brother enter the room, and I turned slightly to give him a small smile. I didn't wait for a response, and I filled my cup.
"Pour another baby sister and follow me to my office." I set the coffee on his desk, and he told me to take a seat on the couch. I felt intimidated and took my seat.
I finally looked at him to see him already watching me.
"You had the beginning of your punishment. Now, it's time to talk more about my rules."
"Rules? What was he talking about?" Wracking my brain, I recalled some of my memories from the previous night. Then it hit me—shit. He wasn't kidding then, and he definitely wasn't in the joking mood now. I swallowed and nodded my head.
"I have this journal full of notes and such that you need to go over and follow. Don't worry about it now. We need to discuss the bigger rules."
Timidly, I replied. "Okay, big brother, I'm listening."
He sat in his chair and watched me for a moment. It only made my heart race harder. I wasn't sure what these rules were going to be, and I was always one to push back.
"My first rule is that you will work, even if it's just doing paperwork for me. My second rule is that while you are home, you will wear no bras or pants. Third, your bedroom door will remain unlocked at night. My final rule is that you may go out and have fun when what's in that journal is completed. Each time you return home from an outing, you will meet me in my office so I can make sure my little pussy is clean and untouched."
My mouth dropped open; he couldn't be serious. I didn't want to argue with or push him too much. It had only been a few days, and I wasn't sure how he was going to react. I shut my mouth angrily and gave him a glare.
"Drop the attitude, sister. I'm not asking for much, and after the shit you've pulled, you have no ground to stand on and complain. Now go; I don't need you today." With that, I swallowed bitterly, grabbed the journal, and went to my room.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with my head in my hands, I felt ashamed. Here was my hero, and he was so angry with me that it was hard to bear. I'd follow his rules and keep working on myself. Maybe he would forgive me after all of this, or he wouldn't.
I opened the journal, and a few things caught my eye as I skimmed one page. Things like no masterbation, shaving schedules, and other things made my eyes bug out of my head. I tossed the book on the bed, unsure of what to do. I grabbed my keys and left to do what always helps me feel better. Shopping.
I was out for hours. When I made it home, the house was still dark. I tried to slip into my room, but remembering the rules, I made my way to my brother's office. I knocked softly and walked inside. My brother was always working away on his laptop. He barely looked up at me and told me to set my bags down.
"Lift up your skirt and bend over the desk." I did as I was told. Feeling the cool breeze on my ass made me squirm a bit. Why was it always cold in here? I heard his chair scoot back, and then I felt both of his hands on my ass.
"You're a half hour late, miss. I guess you didn't take all of my rules seriously, especially since this thong is blocking my view." I heard him reach for something and felt something cold against my skin. He cut my panties off my body and put them in his drawer. Smack.