[Fiction] My Sister's Friends

[FLCL]

Okay. So Chapter 46 is getting a little bit longer than I wanted so I'm splitting it in two. Here's the first half. This means that I still need to write chapter 47; and chapter 48 is the chapter that is already finished that I mentioned in my last update. I can also reveal that the content that I have planned for this story takes me at least through chapter 50 at this point. And, just knowing how things have gone on this story, we'll probably end up with more than 50 chapters before all is said and done. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 46

I told Lindsay everything that had happened since she left the day before. I told her how Marie commanded me to clean the entire house top to bottom and sent me to my room; and then I told her how I had this super vivid dream that, even though it got super weird and crazy, felt really real at the time.

Lindsay was happy that I had listened to Marie and cleaned the house as she had commanded. She made sure that I had slept in my tube sock like she asked. "Yes, I'm still wearing it now, my Queen," I answered. Lindsay giggled happily at my answer. She wanted to know what I thought of the dream. I told her that it was really weird and kind of scary before admitting, somewhat bashfully, that I did wake up with a full erection. Lindsay giggled again and told me, "Oh Pat, you're completely hopeless."

My parents were going to be home some time around noon on this day. Lindsay and I agreed that I should be home when they arrive. Lindsay commanded that I should be as helpful as possible when they arrive: carry in their luggage, ask them what I can do for them, and take every suggestion and request as a direct command. Then, after they seemed settled, I should get permission to go to "a friends house" (we weren't quite ready to reveal our relationship to my parents) and go over to Lindsay's. I acknowledged all of her instructions with "Yes my Queen" and then we said good bye.

It was a relief to untie my tube sock and pick a normal outfit that I wanted to wear. For the rest of that morning, I simultaneously felt like things were back to normal and also like I was a completely different person than I was two days prior. Neither Marie nor I brought up anything about what had happened or my being a slave that day and she seemed like she was pretty much recovered from it.

When my parents arrived I greeted them in the driveway and welcomed them home. I helped them carry in their luggage and other items as they told me about their relaxing weekend at the beach. When I asked them if there was anything else that I could do for them, they were a little surprised and couldn't think of anything but thanked me anyway. My mom remarked on how clean the house was. Too embarrassed to take all the credit and invite potential questions, I told her that Marie and I thought it would be nice for them to come home to a clean house and worked together on it. "That was very thoughtful of you two," my mom remarked. After a pause, she noted, "You seem different," and I told her, "I guess I just had a good weekend too."

After my parents seemed settled, I got permission to go to "a friends house" and gathered my things to leave. As I was headed to the door, my mom exclaimed, "Did you alphabetize the book shelf?" I answered awkwardly, "Um... yeah... I did... bye mom!" and quickly left the house to get in my car and get on the road.

I knew where Lindsay's house was and had driven past it on my way to other places but I had never been to her house before. When I pulled up, I sent her a text message to let her know I was there as she had asked me to. Her mom was home and she wanted to make sure that she didn't answer the door. Lindsay let me into her house and hurried me quietly upstairs to her bedroom. Once I was inside her room, Lindsay announced, "Mom, I have a friend over!" and closed the door. "I have to let my mom know when I have friends in the house," Lindsay explained.

After that, Lindsay and I just made normal small talk for a while. She even told me not to call her "my Queen" in case her mom decided to eavesdrop on us, which she apparently had a habit of doing. I told her that my parents got home and seemed to have had a good vacation. We joked about school and Lindsay going into her senior year. "The big woman on campus." Eventually she started to tell me some personal things that I only had passing knowledge of. Her parents were divorced and she lived alone with her mom. She only visited her dad a few times a year. She loved her mom but her mom also got on her nerves. She told me that her mom hadn't had a serious boyfriend in a while but that she was on a dating website and that she would go on dates about once a week, at which time Lindsay would have the house to herself. She said, "I'm not supposed to have boys over during those times but I don't care, that's when I need you to be over here." I told her that I would do everything I could to be there.

Eventually our conversation ran its course and Lindsay and I agreed that I would leave. We both got up and made our way downstairs towards the front door. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Lindsay's mom was sitting at the dining room table going through the mail. "Oh hey, hang on a sec," she said hopping up from the table and hurring towards us, "I don't think we've met. I didn't realize you had a boy up there with you."

"Mom..." Lindsay intoned.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Lindsay's mom continued.

"Hi Ms. Peale, I'm Pat. It's nice to meet you too," I said respectfully.

Lindsay's mom, Ms. Peale, put her hand out and I shook it. As we shook hands she raised her left hand, squeezed my arm and said, "I must say Pat, you are a big, handsome boy."

"Mom!" Lindsay protested.

"Oh... thank you Ms. Peale." I said, slightly embarrassed.

"Please call me Becky," Ms. Peale instructed. "'Ms. Peale' makes me feel old."

"You are old mom," Lindsay inserted.

"I'm not that old Lindsay. 'Old' is a state of mind. I don't feel old and I prefer to be called Becky, not Ms. Peale, is that okay with you?"

Lindsay's arms were folded. She didn't answer.

Ms. Peale turned back to me, "Why do you look so familiar? I've seen you before somewhere..."

"He's Marie's brother mom," Lindsay informed.

"Oh! Pat! Duh. It's been a long time since I've seen you. My, you've really grown up, haven't you?"

"Uh yeah, I guess so," I said.

"Pat was just leaving mom," Lindsay insisted.

"Okay," Ms. Peale acknowledged, "well don't be a stranger. Next time you're over you have to come say 'hi' to me before you go hiding away in Lindsay's room. I want to know who is spending time with my daughter."

"Okay Ms. P-, I mean Becky," I agreed, "I'll see you next time."

Lindsay walked me out the front door and apologized, "I'm sorry about that."

"It's no problem," I told her. Then I lowered my voice and said, "I'll talk to you soon, my Queen."

Lindsay smiled and answered, "All right, talk to you soon," as I got into my car before driving back home.

[Kylie.j.96]

Hope there is another update! You have an awesome story!

You should put more of you wearing girls clothes. The red thong part was great! Also, when are you going to finally take her virginity?

[rxiao121]

Beautiful story! Please continue!

[FLCL]

Chapter 47

We kept in touch by text message for the next couple of days. Lindsay didn't want us to say anything out of the ordinary in text in case someone looked at one of our phones so, instead, she would call me if she had a special command or wanted to talk about something privately. She also told me that her mom had grilled her about me after I left. Her mom wanted to know if we were dating, if things were serious, what we were doing up there in Lindsay's bedroom. Lindsay had told her mom that we were just friends but that she liked me and hoped I would ask her on a date.

"I'm sorry. I panicked," Lindsay explained. "She kept asking questions and I didn't know what to say. I was trying to be vague but I needed to say something to get her to drop it."

I told her, "You don't need to apologize, my Queen. You can tell her whatever you need to tell her about us. I have your back."

Lindsay and I continued to hang out and I continued to get to know her and her mom better. At first, I snuck over when her mom was away on a date or out with friends. But after a couple tries, we started hanging out at Lindsay's house even when her mom was around. We discovered that Becky didn't seem to mind Lindsay and me spending time together.

Lindsay's mom didn't go on dates very often anyway, which made it difficult to organize our meetups around that. Whenever Becky would come home from a date, she'd complain to Lindsay, and me if I happened to still be there, about how she didn't have any connection with this latest guy. She just wanted to find a "decent man." She was clearly lovesick from lack of whatever kind of attention she was looking for. I remember looking at a picture of her from when she looked to be in her early 20s; it was hanging in the upstairs hallway. She looked very happy and she was absolutely gorgeous. I thought she was probably pining for those days of her youth.

As I spent more time at Lindsay's house, her mom became a lot friendlier and more familiar with me. Lindsay and I would intend to sneak off and engage in our secret Queen / subject relationship and her mom would insist that we play some board game or have dinner with her. More often than not, we'd indulge her. Lindsay was often frustrated with her mom but she didn't want her to be sad and lonely while we were off having fun. So we'd scrap our plans and reluctantly agree to "just one more round" of cards or whatever until it was time for me to leave Lindsay's house unsatisfied.

Eventually, the situation started to get awkward. I think Lindsay's mom was starting to point some of her unquenched desire for male intimacy in my direction. When I'd arrive at Lindsay's house, her mom would hug me tightly against her. She would make comments that it was "nice to have a man around the house" and that I was "a very handsome young man." And she would ask me to do something around the house, like take out the trash or move some furniture, and afterward she would squeeze my arm or touch my back and thank me for my "muscles." Lindsay was starting to get visibly annoyed by it and I was worried that it was going to lead to an argument.

[FLCL]

Chapter 48

One day Lindsay and I were watching a movie at Lindsay's house with her mom. Ms. Peale had clearly had a few glasses of wine giving her voice a somewhat jolly and uneven tone. Lindsay and I were sitting together on the couch and her mom was watching from the lounge chair. About 30 minutes into the movie, Ms. Peale said, "So Pat, I think I need to ask, what are your intentions for my daughter?" The way she was looking at me, she had a devilish smirk on her face and a glimmer in her eye.

Lindsay answered first, "Mom don't."

"No Lindsay," Ms. Peale defended, "your dad isn't around or he should be the one to have this conversation. I like you, Pat, and I'm not trying to chase you off or anything but I think someone should be looking out for Lindsay's best interests."

"Mom," Lindsay jumped in again, "you really don't have to worry about Pat taking advantage of me."

"Oh? And why is that Lindsay?" Ms. Peale asked with a patronizing tone.

"Because. Pat does whatever I tell him to," Lindsay said matter-of-factly.

There was a moment of silence. I could feel myself getting slightly red. I certainly hadn't expected Lindsay to share the details of our relationship with her mom right now. I found myself praying that the subject would change quickly but my prayer was not answered.

"Oh Lindsay," Ms. Beale condescended, cutting through the awkward silence, "don't exaggerate. Pat seems like a nice boy, I'll give you that, but he doesn't just do whatever thing you say."

"Yes he does," Lindsay stated firmly.

"Okay. Pat," Ms. Beale squared her focus on me, "tell my daughter that you do have a mind of your own afterall. And that you won't just do any old thing that she says."

I glanced at Lindsay and, looking me in the eyes, Lindsay said, "Go ahead Pat."

My heart was in my troat and I could feel my face getting redder. I collected myself and said, "Actually Ms. Peale-"

"Becky." Ms. Peale interrupted.

"Right... Becky. Actually, Lindsay is right. I've told Lindsay that I'll do anything that she says."

The words hung in the air like an anvil over my head. Lindsay smiled a big grin at me and then turned to her mom, bobbing her head side to side as if to say, "I told you so." Ms. Peale looked surprised for a second before that devilish smirk that I had seen earlier gradually returned to her face.

"Oh, you guys are just messing with me," she said.

"No Mom, it's true!" Lindsay demanded.

"Yeah right," Ms. Peale doubted, "I haven't seen anything to make me believe that. It's not like you've been making him do all kinds of out-of-the-ordinary stuff since he's started coming around."

"Oh yeah," Lindsay said, annoyed, "and what kinds of 'out-of-the-ordinary stuff' would you expect me to be making Pat do while you're around?"

Ms. Peale answered with a hint of arrogance in her voice, "Well if I had a boyfriend that was going to do whatever I told him to, I would start by making him clean those dirty dishes in the kitchen sink." Ms. Peale paused until Lindsay was about to speak and then added, "naked." Then Ms. Peale took a slow sip of wine.

"Mom!" Lindsay shouted in shock.

"I'm not saying that you should make Pat do that," Ms. Peale said calmly after swallowing her wine. "I'm just pointing out that you're wrong to say that Pat would do anything you tell him to."

"No, you're wrong! He would do it if I said so-" Lindsay pushed back.

"Well then prove it," Ms. Peale challenged dismissively.

Lindsay sat in shocked silence for a moment before answering, "Fine. Go ahead Pat. Take off your clothes and go do the dishes."

Ms. Peale jumped in, "You don't have to do that Pat, Lindsay just doesn't like being corrected by her mother."

"No Mom," Lindsay pushed back again, "if you're going to call me a liar or whatever and this is the only way you'll admit you're wrong then he's going to do it."

"Okay Lindsay, well I guess we will see then," Ms. Peale said before turning her gaze back to me, "Pat?"

[churroboy101]

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[m55uk4younger]

Nice, very nice, keep writing!