CHAPTER 90

While Sandy had a very animated phone call with Olivia in the front seat of the SUV, things were much more subdued in the back seat.

As promised, Pamela and Astrid sat a ways away from Darrin and Jane and quietly talked amongst themselves in order to give the two siblings some private time.

Similarly, Lisa got started in on the phone calls she said she'd make. She was careful to speak quietly and generally look out the window. Leia had some classic rock radio station playing in the vehicle. Between that and the ambient noise of the SUV driving down the road at a high speed, it was easy to tune out Lisa's phone conversation.

That left Darrin and Jane alone with each other, for all practical purposes. They French kissed for a while, but they'd been through an emotional roller coaster all day long, so it was a mellow and tender necking session, not the hot and heavy kind. They also were relatively restrained due to the fact that they were fully dressed, with Jane wearing a one-piece dress that went below her knees (without bra or panties), just like all the other women in the SUV.

The two siblings were so relaxed and content with each other that they were fine with staying silent for a few minutes after their necking fun petered out.

Eventually, Jane decided to speak up. She told her brother, "This is nice. Really nice. I love how we can be like this, just enjoying each other without trying to impress. Penny for your thoughts?"

Darrin said, "I was kind of thinking the same thing, especially how nice this is. I think it's because we already were so close as brother and sister. So we have a wide and firm foundation to build on. Adding the sexual intimacy almost seems natural."

She winced, because his words reminded her of something that had been increasingly bothering her as the day went on. She responded, "Yeah, I agree. Although it hasn't all been wine and roses between us, especially in the last couple of years. Looking back, I'm embarrassed by how I've behaved. I can see I was kind of a bitch to you."

"How so?"

"I let my popularity and success go to my head. Especially my beauty. I blossomed early, and I kept on blossoming, until I kind of developed this porn star figure." She looked down at her remarkably fit and firm yet voluptuous body. "But you, well, you haven't really blossomed yet."

He said sourly, "That's one way of putting it. Let's face it, I'm pretty pathetic. I have the figure of a 13-year-old nerd, even though I'm 15. Which isn't much better, mind you."

"Yeah, that's pretty much true," Jane admitted. "But you certainly have developed in one area!" She reached to his crotch and patted him there. Then she realized something. "Oh my Lord! Are you erect now?!"

Even though she asked that, the question was moot because the answer was in her hand. She gripped his boner firmly through his shorts and ran her fingers up and down it in awe.

He grinned impishly. "What can I say? You inspire me. Even though our kissing just now was pretty low key, it was with you, which makes it special and super arousing in my book."

"Awww! Aren't you sweet?" She leaned in for another kiss with him. It turned out to be a significantly more heated one this time around

While they necked some more, she slipped a hand inside his shorts and started jacking him off. But she found his shorts a bother. So after about a minute, she brought a second hand to his crotch and unzipped his fly. Using both hands, she managed to pull his shorts down just enough to fully expose his cock and balls. She figured, correctly, that the other women in the SUV would have no problem with that.

By the time their kissing ended again, she had a hand slowly pumping up and down his shaft. But both of them acted like it wasn't happening, and continued their conversation from where it had left off.

Darrin said, "So, yeah, you made me this way. But there's something else that's kind of strange."

"What's that?"

He searched his feelings, and explained, "For the last hour or more, it's like everything has been even MORE arousing for me than before! It's hard to explain, because it's all so super duper incredibly arousing, especially what happened back in that strange secret store. But even during down times, I'm kind of buzzing with all kinds of sexual energy, when I should be pretty tired from the long day. I get the feeling that if I weren't here with you, and your charms, and even if I was sitting all alone in the darkness, I would still have an erection that just wouldn't quit."

He'd been in such a mellow mood that he hadn't done much with his hands. But as he said "and your charms," he cupped Jane's F-cups from below. That felt so good that he realized he wanted more of that, but her dress was getting in the way. So he simply pulled her straps off each shoulder and tugged her dress down until her huge breasts were fully exposed. Then he naturally brought his hands back to her chest and resumed fondling.

Jane looked around. She was embarrassed to be exposed and groped like that in front of others, since she wasn't extremely aroused at the moment. She looked Lisa's way first, and sensed that Lisa was too busy with her phone call to care. Then she looked to Pamela and Astrid.

They were quietly talking amongst themselves, but they couldn't resist looking back at Jane in her newly topless condition. However, they both merely flashed big approving smiles. Astrid even gave Jane a thumbs up.

So Jane decided, I've just gotta grin and bear it. What am I worried about, anyway? If those two mind anything, it's that I've got my hand on Brother's cock and they don't! It's just that it's hard to adjust to this new reality.

Furthermore, she felt emboldened now that she had her brother's cock-meat in her hand. It was getting wetter with pre-cum, which made it more fun for her to slip and slide her fingers all over it.

However, Jane was wrong that Lisa was so busy with her phone call that she wasn't paying attention. Lisa had been on the phone for real, at first. But once things heated up between brother and sister, she had ended the call and was just pretending to mumble into the phone from time to time. She stared non-stop at the reflection of the siblings in the window on her side, and even had a pretty good view of everything they were doing, but they were too into each other to notice.

So Lisa of course knew what was really going on with Darrin's curiously strong arousal: it was the Plan B pill that she'd secretly given him back on the plane. Because it was the slow-release variety (as opposed to SI's fast-release, nicknamed Plan C, since it had been developed later), it had taken an hour or more for it to fully kick in.

But now Darrin was getting the maximum effect, and that was likely to last for another couple of hours. That didn't mean his dick would be erect the entire time, because that depended on all sorts of factors. But he was right to sense just how easy it was for him to get aroused and stay that way.

Given all that he'd been through all day long, Lisa figured that even with his remarkable regenerative sexual power, he probably wouldn't have gotten erect at all during the present relatively low-key situation without the added boost of the drug.

Jane kept the conversation going by saying, "I'm not surprised you'd feel horny even when you don't have any special stimulation going on. You've had an incredible day! Anywhere you look, any thought you think, is going to remind you of something great that's still fresh in your mind. For instance, how can you not look at Pamela and Astrid sitting a few feet over there? Even though they're fully clothed, they still look like seriously stacked supermodels. And how can you look at them and not recall how they were naked and sucking your cock together for pretty much the entire earlier car ride?"

Jane had been looking at the two pilots while she said that. As she continued to slosh her fingers up and down his wet shaft, she looked Lisa's way. "Or consider Lisa here. You've done so much with her today. She's a perfect ten even by Napali standards, and a red-heeled sucker on top of that! And yet she's submitted to the power of your cock and proudly declared herself to be one of your sluts, until she has to leave us! That's pretty heady stuff for a mere 15 year old!"

He exclaimed, while ogling Lisa, "Hell, yeah!"

Lisa still pretended to be listening to the cell phone at her ear, but she also stiffened up and struck a subtly sexy pose in her seat. She felt a tingle of excitement all over, simply because the boy she now considered her master was looking at her.

It had been a long time since she had felt that tingle of arousal from her master merely looking at her - far too long. So she was surprised to realize that her body reacted as it did under Darrin's gaze. The sudden wetness between her legs caused her to subtly rub her inner thighs together, both for the sexy friction and to distract her from the urge to reveal her engorging clitoris to her master for his pleasure and approval.

Jane went on, "I'm sure every time you look her way, you feel shivers racing up and down your spine from thinking about what her sweet, full, ruby red lips can do to your big fat cock! Not only that, but you've seen her naked so much today that I'm sure you can picture her in your mind's eye, standing there in just her high heels, showing off her tall yet oh so firm and flawless tanned body. Such curves! Gaawwwd! It's making ME hot imagining it, so I can only guess how much it affects you, especially knowing she'll eagerly suck you off anytime you snap your fingers!"

Lisa betrayed the fact that she was actually listening in on them talking, because she looked right into Darrin's eyes and lasciviously licked all the way around her lips. Then she gave him a wink and a smile.

He laughed, mostly because he was overjoyed at his overall remarkable situation. "Shut up, already, Sis! Seriously! You're making me too horny! This is supposed to be a mellow, restful ride." He laughed some more.

She grinned impishly and unrepentantly. "Sorry. I can't help myself. But you know it's true." Her fingers continued to slip and slide up and down his shaft, but still in a relatively slow and mellow manner.

He said, "I don't mind. I'm just joshing around. Of course, you're right. I could be 107 years old and deaf, dumb, and blind, and on life support in some hospital on top of that, and all I'll have to do is think about today and I'll pop a boner on the spot!" He laughed.

She was happy for him. "I can believe it!"

He went on, "But hey, let's not get too distracted. I want to hear more about what you said, about how you were 'kind of a bitch' to me' these last couple of years." Even though he'd just told her they shouldn't get too distracted, he was still having fun lightly fondling her bare F-cups.

She frowned as she thought about the difficult topic. "Oh yeah. That. Well, what can I say, because you know it all from living it. It's just that I've been too stubborn to admit it, even to myself, until today. Looking back, we used to have such great times together. We were practically joined at the hip, even with the age difference. Remember?"

He smiled in fond memory. It was true. They used to spend most of their free time together, riding bikes around the neighborhood, or exploring a nearly undeveloped river valley, or watching the same TV shows together, and so on. And they constantly joked with and teased each other. It was non-stop fun.

He just said "Yeah" as he stared off into space, lost in nostalgia.

Jane also took a trip down memory lane until tears threatened to well up in her eyes. She forced herself to go on with some unpleasant facts. "But then things changed not long after I hit puberty. Especially when my breasts started to grow. And then grow and grow and grow! I started hanging out with the popular girls way more than you. What's worse - and this is what really tears me up to admit - as more time passed and I continued to blossom into this curvy body, I started to kind of look down on you. I mean, I was one of the special people, the beautiful elite, and you were still, well... you. I was this sexually mature woman, and you were still just a boy, and not worth much of my time."

She'd been shyly looking away as she confessed that. But she suddenly looked right into his eyes and fiercely said, "That was SO WRONG! I feel awful now! Just awful! Today, everything has changed. The tables have turned, and thank God they have! Now, you're the special, elite one, and I'm back to the ranks of the ordinary."

He said, "You? Ordinary? No way! Never! Not in my eyes."

She smiled, while she sensuously rubbed his sweet spot with two fingers. "That's sweet of you to say, but you know I'm right. Picture Lisa naked, for instance. I know I'm hot, but she's hotter. Ditto with Mom. Or what about that woman Scarlet who was sucking your cock back at the store? I missed it, but I got the lowdown and I managed to see her as we were leaving. She's just as sexy and stacked as Mom, and she wears orange heels! I could go on and on, including how stunning Pamela and Astrid here are. Every woman connected to SI is sexier than the next, and I'm still just a girl!"

He started to say, "Yeah, but in my eyes-"

She interrupted, "I know. At least I have that going for me, that gleam in your eye, that extra desire you feel for me, probably thanks to all those years we spent growing up together like two peas in a pod. And despite my stupidity these past couple of years, our bond got bent some, but it definitely didn't break."

"That's for sure," he agreed. He glanced down at her hand pumping on his shaft.

She also looked down to her sliding fingers, and then back up into his eyes. "But still, you have no idea how humbled I feel today. I was always the hottest girl in any crowd, always the center of attention. I didn't have to say or do anything, and I was going to be the most popular girl in school, just because of my face and my breasts, and my overall body. But on Napali, it'll never be like that, ever again. Even if I continue to develop and fill out until I have Mom's outrageous hourglass figure in a few years, at best I'll be above average. But the average is so high that even THAT will be kind of a moot point."

She continued, while still steadily jacking him off, "And then, on top of that, I'm even MORE humbled to be winding up as merely one of your personal, big-titted, cocksucking sluts! And that's if I'm lucky and if you choose me!"

He groaned in frustration. "UNNH! I chose you already!"

She ignored that. "You suddenly have all the power and popularity, and I have none. And I'll have to share you with Mom, AND your third slut, AND who knows how many free women on top of that! And the worst thing of all is that I LIKE IT THAT WAY!"

His excitement and arousal soared upon hearing that. "What do you mean?"

"Ugh! It's so embarrassing!" She winced. "I'm discovering just how submissive I really am. Which is totally humbling too, by the way. Sucking your cock today was so incredible for me that I feel like I'm a total virgin with anything sexual. All the fooling around I did with my boyfriends? That was like... nothing! So blah and boring in comparison. I wondered what was wrong with me, why I didn't enjoy sex more. But then, somehow, from the first minute I stretched my lips around your huge cock and started bobbing on it, it was like every nerve in my body was on fire!"

Without her consciously realizing it, her hand started pumping faster on his shaft, and with more pressure.

But despite that, he wasn't even close to cumming.

She continued, "I don't know if it's the incest taboo, or the deep love we share, or the way you so effortlessly dominate me, or..." and she paused to catch her breath and watch her hand sliding along his thickness, "the sheer SIZE and... weight... of your cock..." she breathed disbelievingly, "or what. Probably some combination of all of the above, and more. But the result is that 'personal, big-titted, cocksucking sister-slut' isn't just a string of super sexy words. It's how I really feel! It's exactly who and what I want to be! When I think about living in a sexual paradise, that sounds great to me! That's mainly because I think about how much I'll be able to suck your cock, hopefully with Mom right beside me, and yet none of us will get in trouble for doing it. In fact, the culture actually approves of that sort of thing! How cool is that?!

He was giddy, and thought, Very cool! Incredibly cool!

She looked down at her fingers sloshing up and down his boner. "Just stroking your fat cock like this feels wonderful to me! But it's really more than just the physical pleasure I get from doing this. It's not just about the tingling in my pussy or how stiff my nipples get while I literally hold your hard cock in my hand. Knowing that I'm servicing you and making you feel good gives me a deep psychological satisfaction. So I guess that's why I can suddenly see what a bitch I was to you, all the way up until this morning."

He said, "Come on, don't be so hard on yourself. You weren't so bad. Yeah, we were kind of drifting apart, but I figured that was just a part of growing up and wanting to be with our own friends. 'Bitch' is too strong. I know some guys with older sisters who are real stuck up bitches. Just look at Vanessa Brown as a classic example. I haven't even really talked to her yet, but did you see the way she sneers at everyone and everything? She even tilts her head back so it looks like she's looking down, like she's the queen. I'll bet she's a real stuck up bitch. As if she's so much better than everyone else. Like she poops out Twinkies instead of shit."

Jane cracked up at that last comment. "That would be a nice trick!"

He laughed too.

She joked, "I wouldn't eat 'em though. Do they come out in plastic wrappers?"

He laughed some more. "I don't know. I guess not. But you know I'm right about the rest. You know the type."

She said more seriously, "I sure do. Most of my friends were like that."

"Compared to that, you're an angel. We weren't as close as we used to be, for sure, but we stayed friends just the same. And yeah, I know you looked down on me and called me a 'scrawny dweeb' and the like, but you were more playful than cruel, so I didn't mind. We always used to tease each other mercilessly anyway, and it was all in good fun. But the main thing is I didn't mind because I know I loved you, and you loved me, and that would never change."

In a flash, tears welled up in Jane's eyes. Her heart soared with love for him. "Brother! Never! That's NEVER going to change! I'm so sorry for drifting from you at times, but that's over now! I promise I'll be the best sister-sucker anybody's ever had! I love you!"

With that, she leaned in and kissed him. Unlike their earlier relatively mellow kisses, this one was a five alarm fire scorcher. She practically squeezed him to death with an arm around his back while her other hand flew up and down his shaft even faster than before.

Lisa was still holding her cell phone by her ear but only pretending to be in the middle of a call, because she'd watched that entire exchange. She thought, Have I said how much I love this family? Because I love this family! That was so romantic and just... oooh! It warms my heart and makes me feel all mushy! "I know I loved you, and you loved me, and that would never change." UNGH! That hits my heart like an arrow because he's so very sincere. I wish he would say those words to me!

Jane's confession of regret reminds me of conversations I had with my brother-master, but that was after months of living on Napali and sucking his cock so very much every day. It took all that before it finally dawned on me that I'd been "kind of a bitch," and for the same reasons. It seems every Napali-bound woman goes through similar issues, because our raving beauty has all sorts of unfortunate side effects. But how mature is Jane to come to such realizations on her very first day in her new life?!

It's fitting that he brought up Vanessa as an example, because the contrast couldn't be any more obvious. I wonder if she'll EVER have the kind of wise realization Jane has had. Some women never get over themselves, even after fully pledging themselves as sex slaves.

She continued to watch while Darrin fondled Jane's big tits through all the necking and handjob action. Somehow, she still had her phone by her ear, but she wasn't even pretending to occasionally talk into it anymore. And Darrin! He handled that so well. He knew just what to say, because all he had to do was speak from the heart. He understands that love really does conquer all, if you let it. And he's so naturally dominant, but in such a sneaky way. He hasn't even started to learn how to give orders and demands, but it's like he doesn't even need to. I love how he acts like her jacking him off is totally normal and expected.

Gaawwwd, I want him so much! I want him to tell me how much he loves me, and mean it, exactly how he said that to her! I want to kneel naked and suck his cock for hours and hours with all my red-heeled ability at full blast the whole time! I want him to totally dominate me and use my body for his pleasure! I want him to fuck me in every hole! I want to be his sex slave!

She felt chills and goose bumps all over as she realized what she'd just thought to herself. There, I said it!

Oh, dear God! I really said it! The thought that's been on my mind for hours but which I don't dare admit, not even in my own mind! I can't go there! I just can't! He's going to break my heart as it is! I'm already dreading having to leave Napali in a few weeks. I know I'm going to bawl my eyes out for days and days! I'm falling in love with him, dammit! If I let myself hope that he might enslave me, that'll just make my emotional crash that much more devastating! It'll practically be like losing my brother-master all over again! I don't have the strength to go through that. I have to keep my emotional distance!

She didn't realize it yet, but tears were streaming down her cheeks as she dropped the phone back to her side. No, I have to look at this another way. Live through Sandy and Jane. Let their triumphs be my triumphs. Teach them to be the best sluts, and then sex slaves, they can possibly be. Because that's my job, both as an SI minder and as a true friend to the entire family. Don't even THINK about the joy of bobbing on his thick cock-meat with his slave collar around my neck, because that'll only lead to heartache and trouble all around, especially for me!

Sexual slavery was very much an issue in the front of the SUV, because at the same time Lisa was thinking those thoughts, Olivia had just dropped her latest secret bombshell, revealing that she and her daughter Andrea considered themselves sex slaves to Brady.

Sandy had just asked Olivia, "That IS a big, weird secret! I don't know what that means?! What does that mean?!"

But Olivia didn't answer, at least not yet. She sensed Sandy needed more time to ponder that.

Sandy just silently held the cell phone for a minute or more. She was stunned into silence. "Sex slave?!" That's so extreme! I've been through a wild ride today, with one shocker after another. But this one truly goes too far! I know I've agreed to be my big man's personal slut, but that's totally different. There's no way I could ever be his SLAVE! The very word is scary and disturbing! It makes me think of whips and chains and racist cruelty. Even death!

Finally, she asked Olivia again, "Did you hear me?! What does that mean?!"

Olivia knew that the main thing was getting the sexual slavery concept out there. Lisa had told her in their brief phone call earlier that the concept had been introduced to Jane, and Jane's reaction wasn't that bad, because Jane assumed that sexual slavery was something that happened to some other women on Napali, and it would never have anything to do with her.

Olivia's intention was to leave Sandy with a similar impression, for the time being. She knew the difference between a woman thinking about some other woman being a sex slave versus thinking about she herself being a sex slave was like day and night. The moment a mother or sister realized that she herself was expected to be a sex slave was always the most emotionally dangerous time on the journey to Napali. But getting the idea out there early could help soften the impact. In fact, doing that was a must, to avoid sure disaster.

So Olivia hated it, but she knew she'd have to lie and mislead. She said, "I heard you. It means exactly whatever the people involved want it to mean. You know how sex talk goes. People say all sorts of things in the heat of the moment, and the wilder, the more arousing. Can you imagine the extra kick you'd get if you told Darrin something like, 'How may I please you, Master?' right before you took his fat knob back in your mouth?"

Sandy gasped. Then she shamefully admitted, "Yes, I can. Vividly! I'll admit it's arousing me just to think about it. But I would never dare say that, because words have consequences. Even if it's 'just sex talk,' it would have an impact on our relationship. I'm not sure how much, but I'm sure there would be some fallout."

Olivia was silent, because she didn't know how to respond to that. It was pretty undeniable that Sandy was right, that it would have a wider impact.

Luckily for her, Sandy kept talking after only a brief pause. "But is that how it is for you, just sex talk? I don't think so, or you wouldn't be making such a big deal about it."

Olivia said, "You're right. In my case, it's more. Much more. But I just want to reassure that on Napali, there's a whole range. You know how all the men are naturally dominant and all the women are naturally submissive. So it's no surprise that people throw the word 'master' around a lot. Especially because there really isn't a better word. If you're somebody's personal slut, then what do you call him?"

Sandy responded, "I don't know. 'My man?' 'My boyfriend?' 'My lover?'"

"Yeah, but 'my boyfriend' is way too tame. It doesn't begin to convey your total devotion to orally serving his cock, day and night. People can say 'my man' and 'my lover' and other things like that, sure. But you can see how 'my master' is a popular option too, can't you? In fact, it's the most popular option. But it doesn't have to follow that the woman is called a 'slave.' It can be 'master' and 'slut.'"

Sandy guardedly said, "I can see that, I guess. Now that I think about it, I don't have such a problem with the word 'master.' In a way, my son is going to be my master from now on. He's in control of my body. As one of his sluts, probably my chief purpose on Napali will be to pleasure him and love him and especially always be ready to suck his cock. So yeah, that pretty much makes him a 'master.' My real issue is with the word 'slave!' That's a whole different kettle of fish! It makes me shiver in fear just from hearing it!"

Olivia was secretly impressed with Sandy's tolerance of the word 'master.' That put her ahead of the curve yet again, and would help a lot with getting her to accept the rest.

She replied, "Understood. That is a very loaded word, given its sordid history through the ages. But just like 'master' it means as much or as little as you want it to. It could just be sex talk. Believe me, you can hold that one back as an ace in the hole, and then when you use it, BAM! Darrin will go absolutely batshit crazy! He'll probably vigorously fuck your face!"

Sandy said, "That does sound great, but I don't think I could say that, just the same. Like I said, words have consequences. For instance, if I was dating a black man, I wouldn't dare drop the N-word as sex talk. I'm sure it would hit like a big bang too, but our whole relationship would change in who knows what way? We might even break up over it, once we'd calmed down. Some words simply should never be said!"

Again, Olivia was chagrined, because Sandy was making very valid points. "True. But I'm just saying. Just because somebody says the word 'slave' doesn't make them a slave! You know about sexual role-plays. You told me how you and Dennis used to dabble with that to try to put some spice into your sex life. Can you imagine a role-play where your husband was a master and you were a slave? Maybe imagining yourselves on a pirate ship or something like that?"

"Sure, I can imagine it. And I'm sure it would have been really arousing if we had been able to get into it. But we never would have been able to get into it, because it's way too weird. That sort of idea never even crossed our minds. At some point, you have to draw the line. What about a role-play where he was a Nazi and I was a captured Jew? How could that be arousing? It's too disturbing and disgusting! I feel the same way with a slavery role play, which actually isn't far off in terms of historical horror. I could never get into it."

Olivia was even more chagrined. Sandy was showing strong resistance to the "slave" term, despite being relatively okay with "master." "Well, yeah, obviously. But come on. It doesn't have to be that way at all. I'm not talking about 'historical horror,' I mean a completely different thing. It just happens there isn't a different word for it. What about when a man ties his woman up with scarves or even handcuffs, and has his way with her? That's just sexy fun. Millions of couples do that, even though they're usually too shy to admit it. That's the sort of thing I'm talking about. The whole 'slave' thing can be just a fun lark."

Actually, that was a lie. On Napali, the words "master" and "slave" had very specific and clear meanings. A master completely owned his slave in every sense of the word. She was his personal property. Nobody ever sold a slave, because it was taken to be a very serious emotional commitment, like marriage, but even more intense and binding. It would be inconceivable to sell someone you truly loved. If a master and slave fell out of love, the only reasonable option would be for him to free her and let her go.

Thus, there was no mere "master" and "slave" sex talk on Napali. Either the woman went through the official ceremony and earned the right to wear her master's collar, or she didn't. There was no "sex slave light" option.

Olivia knew all that very well, of course. Even as she sat naked on her bed talking on the phone with Sandy, she wore her son's slave collar. Living in the US, she often had to take it off when she left the house, and also whenever she made videos for Sandy or saw her in person. That meant Sandy had no idea the collar even existed. But that collar was Olivia's most prized possession, and in a very real sense, it and her light orange high heels were her only actual possessions, since her son owned her, Andrea, and the house they lived in, and everything else. That obviously wasn't true in an officially legally binding sense, but that didn't matter one bit to any of them.

However, Olivia also knew that she had to acclimate Sandy to the sex slave concept bit by bit, step by step. Sometimes, that meant lying, but the ends justified the means, in her mind.

Sandy said, "Okay, fine. If some people want to role-play like that as a lark, that's up to them. It's not my place to stop them. But I would never do that. However, I feel like you're beating around the bush. You keep saying it could be just words, but I gather that in your case it's much more! Tell me about that!"

Olivia knew she had to be very careful. This was when things got very, very tricky indeed. Luckily for her, she and Lisa had prearranged a way for her to bail out on the call if it became prudent to do so. She decided to give a limited answer to that question, but also initiate the bail-out process so she could avoid Sandy's inevitable follow-up questions. She wouldn't be able to delay answering those questions forever, but events were moving very fast, and even a couple of hours could make a big difference in how receptive Sandy might be.

She had another cell phone within reach precisely for this situation, with Lisa's phone number on speed dial. She picked up that phone and hit that button. She didn't even need to say a word to Lisa, because making that call let Lisa know that she was getting in trouble and would need her to come up with a good excuse to end the call, and fast.

Meanwhile, she had to at least give some answer to Sandy's question. "You're right. It does mean more, in my case. But I'm trying to show you that it's not as serious as you think, and more of a playful and sexy thing. I've come to see my son as much more than just 'my man' or 'my lover.' He means the entire world to me! Nothing makes me happier than when I'm on my knees sucking his cock, or when he fucks me. And yes, he fucks me! I know we never really talked about that, because I felt you weren't ready to think about getting fucked by your son. But that's coming, and very soon. Of course a personal slut gets fucked. A hell of a lot! It's a key part of the job!"

Sandy sighed, because that raised a very troublesome issue for her. "I've been realizing that already. I understand that logically, but it's really tough for me to deal with emotionally. But let's talk about that later. Please finish what you're saying... about the other thing."

"Right. So I started calling him 'master' because that's what he is in my mind. My master! He orders me around and I love it! I would never tell him 'no' about anything. When it comes to sex, that is. I'm still his responsible mother in other ways. But anyway, over time, it just seemed natural and right that he call me his 'slave' too. Things didn't change between us at all. And it's super hot! Every time we use the word, it's like we get zapped with a burst of sexual energy."

There was a lot of dishonesty in that answer, because she was drastically downplaying what being a sex slave really meant in her case (and in the Napali culture in general). But she felt this was all Sandy could handle, for now. She would straighten her out with the full truth soon enough.

She concluded, "So that's my other big secret. Are you mad at me about that? Do you think I'm some kind of weirdo? Do you hate me?"

Sandy sighed. "Of course I don't hate you. We're BFFs! Best friends forever. But I am disappointed. It's one thing to agree to be his slut and pledge to serve his cock. But if you take it to the next level, how can he still respect you when it comes to your motherly duty to guide him through life? And what about Andrea? Does she call him 'master' too?"

"She does," Olivia said.

Since Lisa had gotten Olivia's secret phone call signaling that Olivia needed to get rescued from the other phone call, Lisa had been busy. She'd moved seats until she was sitting directly behind Sandy, right up to the barrier between the front and back sections of the SUV. Then she pressed a hidden button that caused the barrier to lower. As soon as a gap opened up, she leaned in and started listening in on the conversation.

Only a few seconds after that, she heard Sandy's latest question, and Olivia's "She does" answer, and decided it was time to intervene. While the barrier was still coming down, she reached through the gap and tapped Sandy on the back of her head.

That surprised the heck out of the gorgeous redheaded mother. She twisted around in her seat to see what was going on. "Lisa?! What are you doing?!" She put a hand over the phone. "Please don't bother me. I'm having a VERY important phone call here."

Lisa leaned still further forward towards Sandy as the barrier finished coming down. "Sorry, but I must ask you to cut the call short now. We really have no choice. We're getting near SI headquarters, and there are things I need to tell everyone before we get there, including you. Otherwise, you'll be completely lost about where to go and what to do. If you're having a nice phone call with Olivia, that's great. You can borrow my phone at any time to finish it off. Probably once we get there and settle in, there will be lots of time for more phone chat. But we're out of time right now." She held out a hand expectantly.

Sandy sighed heavily. She was very frustrated to have to end the call when it was reaching such a critical stage, but she could see no way out. She brought the phone back to her ear and asked Olivia. "Did you hear that?"

Olivia replied, "I got the gist of it. It sounds like you need to go. That's a shame, because I've been wanting to come clean with you for a long time, and now I finally can. I hope we can connect on an even deeper level and become even closer to each other. But don't worry, I heard what she said about finishing the call later. I'll be up for a couple more hours if you want to finish this off tonight. We have so much more to say. I wish we could talk for hours and hours and hours! And I hope we do, soon."

Sandy sighed again. "Me too. I have tons more to tell you, and I could use your advice on all sorts of things we haven't even touched on yet. But you're only going to be up for 'a couple more hours?'"

"Remember the time zone difference?" Olivia pointed out. "I'm all the way over here in Missouri, four hours later than you. Actually, it's five hours this time of year, since Hawaii doesn't do the Daylight Savings Time change."

"Oh, that's right. I'll try to call back soon then."

"Okay, but if you don't, we can do it tomorrow morning, before you get back on the plane. Goodbye for now. I love you!"

Sandy was pleasantly surprised that Olivia said "I love you." Although they had become very close over the last year, they'd never directly expressed their love for each other in that way before. She felt an emotional thrill as she replied, "I love you too. Bye!"

Then the line went dead.

Sandy reluctantly handed the cell phone back to Lisa.