My Family

I know why dad left. My mother is a raging bitch. My sisters are following suit. The divorce happened while I was at school. The only sister that was somewhat decent was my fraternal twin, Mandy. She graduated college the same day as me. We should have been happy. But we had to go home.
I was the only male left in the family.
My Mother, Rose, was a 42 year old psychiatrist. My younger sisters failed out of high school from laziness, and Mother never punished them. The youngest, Candy, just 18, had dad's blonde hair and Swedish features. My middle sister, Brandy, almost 20, had the same thick jet black curly hair that our Irish/Greek Mother had, and the same pale skin. Mandy and I had brown hair, and mothers pale skin.
"Congrats." Mandy said weakly.
"Yeah you too. I don't want to go home. Dad isn't there to protect us from her." I said. My mother was not large, but she was brilliant, and she could make you do anything she wanted.
"We have to, we promised to support the family." Mandy reminded me.
"Yeah we have to look for jobs I guess." I turned to my twin and hugged her. "We always have each other." I said.
"Som'me dink leh manna viss?" Mandy said in our secret language.
"Sure, but you owe me!" I said and laughed. Mandy climbed on my back for a piggy back ride out of the quad.
We packed our belongings into the car and set off for the 2 day journey back home.
We had to get a motel room as both of us were exhausted even after taking turns driving.
"I only have one room available, and it has a single queen sized bed" The woman told us. I looked at Mandy and she shrugged,
"We'll take it." I said and handed her my bank card.
We got some burgers and fries for dinner, an 18 pack of beer, and turned on the TV. It had one movie channel, HBO, which was showing "Aliens 8, Death of Ripley". Mandy snuggled up to me, after she finished eating and sipped her beer. This wasn't new. Mandy and I have always been very close.
Out of all of us kids, Mandy and I, Randy, were always the brunt of Mother's aggression. We had wronged our mother somehow. Yet she never told us. Was it the fact that she had to birth us both in the same day? We had no idea.
Mandy put her hand over my boxers. She squeezed my cock lightly.
"Randall, can we fuck again?" She said, then kissed my neck.
"Amanda, I thought you were going to get a rich boyfriend." I kissed the top of her head as she began to stroke my growing phallus.
"I will in due time. I haven't met any rich guys that like chunky girls."
"Voluptuous." I corrected.
"What?" She looked at me from where her head rested on my chest.
"Voluptuous, that is what you are. Smoking hot, with wide hips, a giant butt, and perky little titties." I said and smiled I gave her left 'B cup' a squeeze.
"I look like a bowling pin." She scowled, as she moved her hand to my chest. I took a sip of beer, trying to come up with a way to change the subject. Amanda, had always had body issues, because our mother had called her "fat and disgusting". The fact that our younger sisters were thin and cover model types, only made things worse.
Mandy had a bit of a tummy and wide hips. With the wide hips came a very round and pronounced ass. She had maintained a good weight of 200 lbs for her 5 foot,7 inch height. To me she was sexy as hell.
"I'd marry you if you were not my twin." I said.
"I'd marry you anyway Randall, you know I love you." She kissed my chest up to my neck.
"Did you buy condoms?" I asked feeling my cock beginning to rise.
"Mmmm...no. I still had some from when I stayed at your apartment. They are in my purse." She said as her head slid down to pull my boxers down and feast on my now engorged cock. I searched her purse in the low light. I relied on touch looking for any plastic packaging the right size.
She was throating me so it was very hard to concentrate.
"Mandy...Ma..Mandy no condoms!" I stammered.
"Better pull out then." She climbed up my body and sat on my 7 inches.
In the years we had been fucking, I had never barebacked my twin. We always had condoms. Our mother was fiercely, religious to the Church Of Mother Earth. Getting or taking the "pill", was against doctrine. The Church suited my mom, as she was a matriarch. She spouted lines like:
"Men are to be seen, and not heard."
"Men are to service the dominant sex."
"The only good man is one that is in service to his wife and Goddess."
Mandy and I faked our way though the teachings. We didn't buy into the Goddess running all of our lives.
"Mandy I'm close." I warned. She was slamming her perfect hips down onto my cock. Her passage was still tight as hell even after we had done the deed, hundreds of times.
"Pull out." She panted, then she slammed her hips down over me, making it so I couldn't pull out.
"Never mind. Cum in me!"
"Mandy?"
"Too late I can feel you filling my womb. I love you Randall!" She bent and laid on top of me kissing me as my seed leaked from Kıbrıs Escort around my cock as I was still inside of her. We laid still for what felt like an eternity.
She kissed me and whispered in my ear.
"That woman will never separate us. I also meant what I said." She slid off off me and laid her head on my chest. Seconds later she was snoring lightly. I held her to me and fell asleep with the scent of her coconut shampoo in my nose.
We moved back into Mothers house, as we frantically looked for jobs. The longer we lived with mother, the more abuse I would have to take. Mandy tried to defend me, but it was useless.
I was nearly asleep the second night home when Brandy broke into my room naked and crawled into my bed.
"It's good to have you home slave." She sang. She snuggled against me.
"I'm not a slave, I'm a free and educated citizen." I groaned.
"You'd be happier if you were a slave Randy."
"WHY are you naked in my bed?" I asked.
"Don't you want to make me happy and eat me? I'll reward you with fresh piss!" She kissed my cheek.
"Tell you what, how about you go to mom's room and eat her, That IS how you got out of trouble for quitting school, isn't it?" I pushed her away. She latched back onto me like a lover.
"So I have to order you to service me?" She asked and licked my ear.
"YOU CAN"T! I am an educated male and a citizen!" I barked. It caused a total change in my younger sisters behavior. Her voice got low.
"Mother can, technically until you are married or enslaved, she owns you. Do you want me to tell Mother you are refusing me?"
"Yeah, go ahead and wake her up at 12:55am, see what happens." I rolled away from my black haired sister, and faced the opposite side of the bed.
"HUMPH!" I heard as bare feet left my room.
I was applying for jobs all day with my computer when Mandy walked in. She looked nervous.
"Brandy asked Mother to sell you to her."
"She has no money. Calm down." I didn't even look up from the screen. "Besides incest is not legal yet."
"Actually it is." Mandy said sitting on my bed. "And I'm pretty sure Mother wants you enslaved."
"Dad made that impossible unless I volunteer. I'm a citizen. I earned that by graduating college." I looked up to stare at my twin intently.
"I think she is going to set a trap so you volunteer." Mandy grabbed and held my hand. I closed the laptop.
"How?"
"Not sure, but don't let Mother or our sisters entice you into anything." Mandy said and let go of my hand. I sat and thought about what kind of trap could be laid that I would fall into it. I trusted Mandy, but not any of the rest of my family.
I opened my laptop. I had a message.
"Randall, given your status as a citizen, you are able to work on Karen Dumas staff. The pay is double free male minimum at $50 per hour. If this interests you please come to the Alderwoman's office at 9am to sign the contract." It read.
"Hell Yes!" I was stoked.
The first day I signed a contract and was given a tour. The staff was mostly women with a few men in secretarial jobs. I would be the same. I was shown to my desk and had the phone system explained to me. I learned how and when to schedule meetings, and how Miss Dumas's coffee was to be made.
The next day at work I was doing my job, answering the phone for my boss and scheduling appointments. She was a minor politician, an alderwoman, of district 6. I was about to take lunch when she came out of her office. She gazed at me like I was HER lunch.
"Randy? Would you like a raise?" The woman was over 300lbs and wore too much makeup. But she was my boss, so naturally I said: "Yes?"
"Good cause I'm horny and I need you to dine on my taco." She smiled at me and curled her finger for me to approach.
I heard my stomach lurch as I crawled into my bosses office. I could smell her from 8 feet away. The woman had not cleaned herself in weeks. As soon as I was in the office the door closed and locked behind me.
"I see the way you lust after me boy!" She sat on her desk with her legs spread. The smell was now overpowering. It smelled like rotting fish, mixed with her sweet perfume.
"If you eat me to completion I will give you a promotion!" She smiled at me her three chins jiggled.
(What do I do?)
If I went down on her I'd throw up into her. I had to find a different way!
"Ma'am, I think you'd rather have my slave child instead of me dining on you." I said as suavely as possible, flexing all the muscles in my body like a peacock showing it's feathers.
"Oh I had no idea you wanted to be enslaved to me!" She said pushing me down on the couch in her office. She ripped my pants off in seconds.
(WAIT, WHAT?)
"You put a baby in me that will make you my slave for life! Yay!"
(Is that the law?) I was educated, but not on the law, as I was male. I barely had time to react as the large woman pulled my cock and then pushed it into her slick tight vagina.
(I can't cum in her!)
The Magosa Escort woman bounced on me relentlessly murmuring low poems of love. She came onto my hard cock, I seized the opportunity and pulled out of her and came all over her left leg. I fell off of the couch in her office, and grabbed my clothes. I began to put them back on.
"Boy you done fucked up. Your Momma wants you enslaved, and taken off the market. You should have cum in me so I could own you. I'm calling your mother now. Get back to your desk!." I walked out of the office with just underwear. I put my pants on if front of the Alderwoman's office door, and no one reacted. It was normal.
I skipped lunch and worked through the shift. I saw the Alderwoman leave the office at 5pm, but I stayed and finished the appointments and PR jobs.
I was comforted by the idea that she was out of the office, even though her glance to me spoke nothing but malice. I had packed up the paperwork I intended to do at home. I put on my jacket and walked out of the building. I was thinking so hard about what she might be telling my mother that I hadn't realized I had stepped out into the street.
I heard the horn and was able to locate the sound but was still hit by the car. There was no pain. Just a blinding flash behind my eyelids.
Memories Verse 1.
I had thrown the football 50 yards. I could hear Mandy cheering from the stands. My dad was also screaming. The receiver had caught the ball in the end zone. I was a backup quarter back, and had been put in the game after the senior Wilkes went down with a dislocated shoulder. I had won the game sending us into the state playoffs.
The guys surrounded me after the clock read 00:00. We had won. My fathers voice was hoarse, but he too joined me on the field. My twin sister Mandy kissed me the first time, in front of every body. No one said a thing!
Today
Pain. Just pain. My legs and hips hurt so bad. I could hear hospital noises.
"DR. DAVIS, TELEPHONE LINE 2, DR DAVIS!"
(Do I have legs?)
What happened? I moved my hand down to my legs.
"Okay they are still there. What happened?" I said out loud. My eyes would not open.
"Baby, I'm here!" Brandy's voice. I felt her grab my hand.
"Brandy? Why are you here?" I used my free hand to open my eyes. The crust of dried tears ripped apart like Velcro.
"Who else loves you Randall?" She kissed my hand.
"Well including you, two people, Dad and Amanda." I looked at her blurry face.
" I think you need to adjust your attitude boy. I gave you a gift while you laid around for three weeks. Reach up to your neck and touch it." Brandy said with confidence.
As soon as I found the O ring, I knew she had put a slave collar on me. But how? Amanda would have never let that happen! Actually mother wanted me as well. Not to mention my boss. None of this was right she was trying to trick me into submitting.
"Brandy, a collar does not make a slave, only a contract can. As I have been in the hospital, unconscious. I am not your slave. Nice try cunt." I hissed.
"Piece of shit male! Fine let Mom have you, you'd have better off with me!" Brandy stomped out of the room. I noticed there was no TV nor laptop in the room. Right I'm in the "male ward". I wondered what the meals would be like.
Old bread and stale coffee?
"You turned down your own sister? You know my family bred your lineage for years to get the largest cocks, and best athletes. Brandy is the best sister you could ask for, and you turn her down. Amanda, is more slave than woman! You need to cut it out with her or else I will lock you under me for life!" My Mother scolded.
"You can't." I said softly.
"The fuck I can't!" She barked.
"Okay you can, but then your family line dies the day I sign the contract as You, my Mother, can no longer conceive. Let me marry Amanda, and I will give you grandchildren." I proposed.
"Never! Mandy is a submissive whore. She is almost lower than you!" She scoffed.
"Fine then I will sit around, doing my chores, until you are dead, and I become completely free. Meanwhile, knocking up the only woman I love." I said in monotone.
"You poor bastard. You just made a HUGE mistake." Mother smiled. My heart stopped. My mother never smiled anymore. Had I made a mistake? I was within my rights according to law. Wait...I don't actually know the new laws.
Courtroom
I sat in a wheelchair, with a public defender next to me. She looked to be about 20 years old and from what her notes said, she could manage to read and write...kinda. My Mother walked in with Brandy next to her, and a well dressed woman by their side.
My lawyer poured me a glass of water from the pitcher provided as the Judge walked in. I heard Mandy behind me.
"Remember you are free!" She grabbed my shoulder from behind. Her touch lingered for a few moments, and I felt safe.
"ALL RISE FOR THE MATRIRCAL JUDGE STEWART"! The bailiff announced. I couldn't stand, as my legs were Girne Escort in casts.
"Sit!" The 50ish year old woman said. Her eyes locked on me after giving the order to sit.
"Counselor, why does the defendant not stand when a woman of power is in his presence?" The judge asked the (college student pretending to be a lawyer).
"Mistress, both of his legs are broken."
"Then you should have had him on the floor!"
"Mistress Judge, he is a free male and is educated." My lawyer pointed out. My lawyer was frail. She may have weighed 90 pounds soaking wet, her hair was thin and blonde. She had curled it to make it look thicker. She had failed. I was doomed. (You can't do your own hair, how can you take care of me??)
"Hmm, okay, let me read the charges."
"Free male you claim? He has passed through high education, his father DID ask that his freedom to be a citizen be granted. He managed to do all of that. So the status would be just. But lets hear from the prosecution." The Judge said.
"Mistress, it is the testimony, of this mans Mother and Owner, that he illegally disobeyed 2 out of the three women in the house, and had illegal sex with his twin sister Amanda." The stone faced cunt with thick raven hair, and an expensive suit, droned.
"How was the sex with his twin illegal Mistress Judge?" My lawyer asked.
"According to the new laws passed by THIS state, it isn't. Do you have any reason as to push this new law?" The Judge asked.
"I do, I understand that if a free male impregnates a woman, that male has voluntarily signed himself over into slavery and matrimony under that woman?" My lawyer asked. (I didn't cum in my boss! No way! That woman is fucking gross!)
"You are correct councilor." The Judge said.
"I need for the prosecution to attend a visit to a hospital with you, Mistress." My lawyer said.
"For what reason?"
"Definitive ownership of my client." My lawyer smiled at me. I was confused. I looked around and heard my mom cussing, as well as Brandy cussing. Candy played on her phone, ignorant of everything.
An appointment was set the following day and the entire court sat in a waiting room. Mother, Brandy, Her prosecutor, the Judge. My boss was not there. That made me nervous. We sat in the room for two hours. A long haired black haired, ebony woman walked in, holding some papers.
"State your name for the record!" The bailiff, a cute short redhead ordered.
"I'm Doctor Elise Fairchild. These are the DNA results for the accused, and his new owner." The 40ish woman said clearly.
"What does the test conclude doctor?" The Judge ordered.
"Amanda Stevens, is not only a mother to be, but is a Mistress to the father of the female baby, a male who was formerly free, Randall Stevens."
We were taken back to the courtroom.
"Well that is solved. Sorry Miss Stevens, you will not be owning your son, nor you Brandy Stevens. I will need for my assistant to draw up the slave contract. The lawyer for the defendant can stay, but I don't want to be here all day, lets just get this done." The Judge sighed.
"So my twin will belong to me?" Mandy seemed upset.
"Yes, it is the law. He put a baby in you, so you own him now. All he has to do is sign the slavery contract. You two are more or less married now." My lawyer informed.
"If he wants to stay free?" Mandy pleaded. There were tears forming in her eyes.
"If he wanted to stay free, he should have worn a condom...then again, that IS against the law." The court reporter snarked.
"I WANT HIM FREE! He should be my equal!" Amanda yelled. Many of the bailiffs and other women found this funny.
"Shut up...Shut up!" I heard my lawyer whispering to Mandy.
"What the fuck is going on counselor?" The Judge asked. I shook my head at the waif woman as to get her to not tell the Judge the truth.
"Mistress, the new owner of Randall, refuses to act as Mistress to the property, and instead seems to want have a relationship with the slave." The lawyer stated blandly. I wanted to stab this frail weak, tiny lawyer.
"Unless you want a charge of contempt, I suggest you stop speaking, and listen to the skinny lawyer." The Judge warned. "He's yours, you won, accept it, and have a nice future."
"No! He's a free man, my Father left it his will! I will not OWN him! There has to be a way!" Mandy barked back at the judge. People were beginning to watch the argument unfold. This should have made the Judge more angered. Instead her eyes got soft, her scowl turned to a smile.
"There is one loophole, come with me to my chambers so we can talk." The Mistress Judge suggested.
"O-okay." Amanda was taken by the arm to the office behind the Judges desk. Brandy and my mother spat on me as they left. I sat in the wheelchair and looked at the lawyer.
"Shouldn't you be making sure everything that is happening in there is legal?" I asked.
"Boy, I got you out of one jam, I'm not gonna ruin my career by fucking with that Judge." She turned and walked away leaving me in a marble hallway alone in a wheelchair.
30 minutes later Rebecca came back out not showing any emotion at all. She wordlessly grabbed my wheel chair and pushed me out of the courthouse. I repeatedly asked her what happened but she was stoic and mute until we got to the car.