(Using Helen, but this is an alternate and more dominating story. Also using first person.).
When the plague struck, many women were upset over the loss of their partners and children...but not my mother, Helen. I can still remember feeling shocked when my mother stared coldly at my father as he laid in bed dying. She even spat on my father's grave and I eventually found out that he had constantly cheated on her. Apparently, she wanted to divorce a long time ago but continued to tolerate it for the sake of me and my year-older sister, Ellen. How anybody would cheat on a woman who is as busty and beautiful as my mother, I could not explain.
Either way, my mother changed after that. She became way more strict and controlling of my life after I survived the plague. I can still remember her declaration and she didn't sugarcoat it either.
"Sweetie, for now on, you'll stay by my side for the rest of your life. You're not allowed to talk to anyone but me and your sister and I'll be taking care of you for the rest of the life. Do you understand?"
Her voice was firm and left no room for argument. I was 14 at the time, just beginning to awaken to my teenage hormones and particularly to my mother and sister. I tried to protest and I found out the hard way that she was serious when she began spanking me like a child for the first time since I was very young and legitimately rowdy. I couldn't believe that my freedom would be severely limited just because of my mother.
Four years past since then and sure enough, Helen never once let me go. The guardianship program was in full effect by then meant to "protect" males and my mother and sister easily claimed me as their share. Even though I survived the plague, I had no means of physically resisting them since it had made me weaker.
As a result, Helen took baths with me, carried me, nursed me consistently, and when she found out I had hard-ons, she easily took my virginity. It was all part of the care package apparently.
As for my sister, Ellen, she would help care for me as well, nursing me when my mother couldn't and sucking me off whenever she wanted. It seemed that she had grown addicted to my semen so she would always suck me for hours straight causing me to frequently pass out.
Do I think my family has turned cruel? It depends. The amount of pleasure I receive being with my family is enormous, but I also don't have a say in what I want to do. Both of them can easily pick me up without a sweat and I wouldn't be able to do anything if they stripped me of my clothes and proceeded to "relieve me for my own good".
I...I love my mother...and my sister, but my life has become a routine that my family is happy to play over...and over.
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