Regina's Revenge

"Lou," I heard Reg call. "I wish to speak with you."

Reg sat in her bedroom at the tea party table that was set up just inside to the left between the door and her bed. The chairs were tiny and Reg sat facing forward with her hips and slender legs turned modestly to the side. Though she attempted to be conservative and always used discretion, Reg was still extremely provocative. For a young woman, just 32 years old, Reg had blossomed into a very classy and refined lady. She studied law, with which she held her Bachelor's degree with an emphasis in women's studies. Reg had a professional mannerism about herself and always carried herself with grace, dignity, and self respect. Reg spoke eloquently, almost Elizabethan, a thespian without the accent. She never had elocution lessons. She was elegant, a natural beauty, and she never took a day off from her super powers. She was a petite brunette. Her very tiny frame was only 5'5" even wearing her 3" pumps. She wore a black suit and skirt just at the knee.

Not loose, but also not constricting tight. Her white frilly blouse came up high enough to be considered a turtleneck with loose frills and a necklace with a diamond teardrop dangling and overflowing. Her earings matched. The frills from her blouse also spilled out from her blazer and she had on one thin chain bracelet, but no ring. Reg never wore extensions in her hair, or false eye lashes, or colored eye makeup. Her only weakness was manicured nails and pedicures and her hair appointments were mainly for the purpose of trimming up any damaged hair. Her long, wavy, jet-black, hair was pulled back in a bun clamped in by a barett comb in the back and a few strategically placed strands dangling from the sides and perfectly framing her exquisitely made up face. Part of me still saw Reg as when she would play dress up in mother's clothes. She looked exactly like mother, if not for Reg's dark hair and olive skin, her short, petite frame and her soft, gentle tone.

Reg had piles of papers and folders spread all over the tea table. I stood on the threshold with my feet together, knees slightly bent, hands folded behind my back and my head bowed just the way mother always insisted. Vulnerable and exposed. Reg's speech was clear and concise. "Lou, I've been faced with a very important decision which concerns you. The way you behave now will have a great influence on my final deliberation. Do you understand?"

She never looked up, she was busy shuffling through a mess of paperwork. I continued to stand silently while Reg asked again, "Lou, this discussion will have an impact on your well being and I want you to have the opportunity to take control of your situation. I wish to be fair with you. Do you understand?" After a few more seconds, Reg looked at me and broke the silence, "You may speak. Do you understand?"

I only nodded, yes.

She returned to her papers. "You have quite a few resumes in this pile; one for driving, another for teaching music, another for general labor, etcetera, etcetera... Are you still with your current employer, I hope?" I only nodded, yes. "You know. For a man with barely a high school education, you have an impressive amount of skill sets."

"Experience comes with practice, not a degree." I remarked.

Reg didn't acknowledge my comment but continued flipping pages. "I seem to recall all the time you spent working, so that mother could afford to keep this place up and afford my student loans and necessities. I was always so grateful to her for her generosity. But you have absolutely nothing to show for all your hard work, save your calloused hands and bumps and bruises." Reg continued turning pages as she taunted, "The house was in mother's name. The car was in mother's name." Reg chuckled and shook her head in disbelief, "mother never drove herself. Lou, I'm looking here. Do you even have a bank account?" Reg leered at me and clicked her tongue, "Tisk, tisk. You really are a sad, pathetic, weak, little worm of a man. Aren't you?" It was a rhetorical question. Reg wasn't waiting for a response, she just stared silently letting her judgment sink in. "Regardless," she continued, "all of mother's assets have been bequeathed to me and, as it seems, you are in the midst of this crisis.

"What is to become of you, dear brother? Shall I sell everything and put you on the street? Take the money and run, as the saying goes? Shall I stay and care for you, the way mother did? Never like THAT." Reg hinted at knowing of our oedipal indiscretions. "There must be a reason mother has written you entirely out of her will."

Reg took a rest from rifling through my 'files' and took a good look around. "I haven't been in this room since high school." Reg reminisced, "It hasn't changed much, maybe a little smaller than I remember." The way Reg was looking at me, I felt as though she had been trying to read me. Maybe she was trying to start conversation. "I heard the others call you 'Louie' at the memorial this afternoon?"

"Yes. That was... a um..." I was stammering, "a childhood nickname."

"I remember," Reg agreed. "We all trabzon escort called you Louie. I hadn't heard anyone call you that since we were children." Gesturing with her finger, Reg motioned for me to come closer. I moved forward towering over Reg sitting in her tiny chair. Reg raised her hand to stop me. When I saw her look at the floor behind me I took it as a hint and stepped back. As small as Reg was, she was still rather intimidating with her power suit and I dutifully obeyed her.

"Mother always called you Louis." Reg said staring at me, waiting for an explanation.

"Mother always called me Louis when she was disappointed and angry with me."

Reg stood up and motioned for me to lean forward so she could say something in confidence. She pulled herself up on her tiptoes and waited until I was closer. Close enough to taste her sweet floral perfume. I could feel Reg's warm breath as she pressed her soft cheek to mine and dramatically, seductively whispered, "AND mother ALL-WAYS called you Louis," as she gave a soft, gentle peck on my earlobe. Reg had a smug look on her face as she shooed me back to stand in the doorway. "Well then, Louis it is," declared Reg, "and now, I'll give you my reason."

Reg began reminiscing about the last time we were close. She laughed hysterically. "I remember the time, I must have been 8 years old, I literally watched you walk into my bedroom completely naked and throw your underwear on the ground. You locked the door and you said 'Oops...my clothes fell off.' Hahaha. I was mesmerised as you proudly turned with your hands on your hips to face me. You were so impressed with yourself, thrusting your penis forward. You were always such a show off. God love you for being such a dreamer. But what exactly is this thing, I pondered? At that age, I'm not convinced I even knew what a penis was. I just knew I didn't have one and I felt cheated, hahaha."

I started to feel optimistic. I hadn't seen Reg this happy about old memories in ages. This was a memory I would never expect Reg to entertain. I would expect a memory like this to be repulsive, I was surprised she didn't despise me for it.

Reg continued, "I couldn't understand how you were able to hide that little-tall man in your pants without him protruding and just jutting out." Reg spoke in between chuckles. "The part that delighted me most was the way you stood perfectly still in your little submission pose, yet your penis was doing the St. Vitus' Dance." Reg poked and pointed her finger tracing the air. Moving her head and shoulders in rhythm and humming a lilting tune. All the while giggling like a child. "It was hypnotic. He looked like a wind sock in front of a car dealership, swinging in the breeze and trying to 'drum up' business."

Reg paused for a moment. I could see she had noticed I was excited. "Tell me," Reg sat on her feet in that puny, uncomfortable chair and looked as though she were speaking directly to my crotch while she asked, "can your, little skydancer still perform his wacky-wavy-inflatable-flailing-wind-tube-thing-y-dance? Hmm?" Reg, breaking her gaze, looked up at me and insisted, "Oh, do say he'll not disappoint. I won't ask a second time."

Without thinking, I unzipped my fly and my hard cock leapt out. Reg's revelry of my escapade made me proud of myself for once in my life and I could just see mother rolling in her grave at the very thought. My cock was throbbing and so close to Reg's face I could feel her breath. She gave me a puzzled look that quickly turned to disgust as she raised her arm over her head to wind up, and with an open handed fist, came down hard and clobbered my prick. Like a drowning man, my dick came up once, and came up twice, but the third time he went under. I, myself, nearly fell unconscious.

"PUT! THAT! THING! AWAY!!" Reg demanded. I was trembling in so much pain, it made me nauseous. As I carefully placed my dead dong back in my pants, I cowered back to the doorway again and returned to my pose, upright, feet together, knees slightly bent, hands folded behind my back and head lowered. "Louis," Reg spoke condescendingly to me. "I want you to listen very carefully to my instructions. I want you to leave this room, pull yourself together, and when you are confident you feel ready, I want you to come back in the same way you did all those years ago. Can you do that for me?" Again, I only nodded. "You may go now."

I stepped into the bathroom down the hall and stripped. Reg wanted to see me naked again. I was dumbfounded, stupefied, anxious. Just the thought made me hard again. It didn't take long for my dick to recover, but I still think it was broken for sure. While in the bathroom, I took a moment to freshen up and do some last second grooming and washed up a bit. You never know, as the saying goes.

After a few short minutes, I was ready and began. Just like before, I walked into the room in the raw. Reg's back was turned as I stepped into the room. Her shoes were on the floor out of the way and her blazer was folded neatly on the futon covered with stuffed animals and trabzon escort bayan fluffy pillows, etc pretending to play with them. She let her hair down. Reg had a full, thick head of hair and it was all swung to one side of her head. It cascaded over her face as she kept throwing her mane over the oposite side. Her blouse was fitted snugly and her small, firm breasts made my cock twitch and spasm.

Reg turned as I threw my underwear on the floor and said, "Oops... Um... I don't know... Umm... My clothes musta just... Idunno... Kinda fell off... Or something... I guess."

Reg burst into laughter and collapsed in the rickety old chair. She had her legs crossed and wrapped around each other and I was so turned on, I was afraid I'd blow my load already as she watched my cock frolic. My cock has this muscle that I can flex and it makes my dick dance, not unlike many people can do with their chest muscles. "What is that thing?" Reg asked, mocking her younger self and was doubled over laughing so hard. She shifted herself around facing forward with her knees together and her feet spread apart. "Does it hurt?" Reg blushed bright red as she wiggled her small frame in her rickety old chair. She was laughing so hard, I thought she'd fall off her stool as she rocked her twisted ankles to and fro. "Why don't I have one?" Reg playfully asked all the same questions and I gave all the same answers, but there was still one question I've wished and waited to hear her ask again since I was 12.

Reg suddenly had a serious expression, and her breathe had become ragged. I could see her tremble as she worked up the courage to continue our act. Finally, she began to speak again. "Can I..." she paused and looked over her shoulder as though afraid we would get caught. "Can... I... touch it?" I heard what she said, but I waited so long to hear those words, that I decided to make Reg ask again. After all, I've waited almost 25 years, another few seconds wouldn't hurt. "I say," Reg alerted shakily. She took a deep breath and asked, "can I touch it?"

"Always, Regina." I assured her, "Any time you want. I'll let you play with it for as long as you want." As I moved forward, my hard cock flinched while Reg gently rubbed her soft hands on my thick prick. It twitched and convulsed as Reg kept tickling my sweet spot, right where there's a seam, where my cock was circumcised. She flicked it and swung it back and forth and up and down. A few time she would push it down between my legs and then let it go, like a catapult. My cock would spring back up and smack my belly like a bop bag. Then Reg would do the same thing to the left and to the right. She made silly sounds to accompany her playing speedbag. Pshhh, pow, boom, etc. Though we were much older and we both had grown, my average sized unit looked immense compared to Reg's digits. Reg measured the length of my cock against her forearm and I saw an exciting look of anticipation when she made a new discovery. Giggling, "Oooh," she said recognizing my balls. "I'd nearly forgotten." Reg gave a very tight squeeze and twisted my balls as she asked, "does THIS hurt?"

"OOOOH Yes, it hurts. FUCK!!" I blurted.

"WRONG!!" Reg critiqued, squeezing and twisting while pulling my ball sack taut. "Now, I ask again. DOES! IT! HURT?!

"No Regina, no." I lied, "You. Could. Never. Hurt. Me." Every word took every breath away, my balls were experiencing new and unbearable streams of shock and pain and agony. Slowly, Reg released her grip and returned to her playfulness. Still cradling my balls in one hand, and with a fingertip from the other hand, Reg swabbed a tear from the eye of my cock. She smelled it and made a 'yucky' face, then she licked it and did it again. When Reg touched the eye a third time and licked the precum, I suggested, "um... you... um... you let me lick your finger too."

Reg became impatient again squeezing and twisting my balls in one hand, she also used the opposite hand to clench the whole head of my cock. Her tiny hands barely covered my bulbous dick head as she wrung out my balls and vigorously wiped the frost from the tip of my cock into her soft palm. All the while my heart raced and my belly was filled with butterflies. I don't know what connection the balls have with the lungs, but every time Reg squeezed them, she left me breathless. With both hands, Reg let go. She lowered her hand to her lap and gave me a look inviting me to have a taste. "You traced the outline of my lips and I sucked your fingertip," I corrected her.

When I saw Reg raise her hand above her head, I knew what was to follow, but it was too late to prepare myself for it. I closed my eyes and braced myself as Reg's hand swooped down and struck my already wounded cock. The pain came rushing back and I nearly whimpered. Well, no, I whimpered. My flaccid phallic had seen better days and I'm man enough to admit it hurt worse than anything imaginable.

I opened my eyes to see her hand, still in her lap and she said, "C'm come. We haven't much time." I didn't move, just stood with my feet together, knees slightly escort trabzon bent, hands behind my back, and head lowered. I winced a bit when I saw Reg slowly raising her hand again. "Quickly now," she warned. "Someone may be coming."

"We never got caught." I called her bluff. I watched Reg's eyes squint in anger and her nose and lip curled. She lost her patience with me and grabbed my cock with one hand and my balls in the other. She squeezed them tightly as she pulled them both in opposite directions. I felt like she would have ripped them off my body while she accented every syllable with another yank, "OH! I! SAID! ON! YOUR! KNEES!" She gave one last downward jerk that finally forced me to come crashing down to my knees. "NOW!"

I was hunched over, writhing in pain, but I gathered myself and posed the same way, on my knees with my hands folded behind my back and my head bowed in defiant submission. As I began to lower myself to meet Reg's open hand, cupped for me to kiss, she lowered her hand all the way to the floor. I exhaled and brought myself down to kiss her. Her hand was soft and warm as I kissed her palm. I held my lips to her skin, eating out of her precious hand until Reg finally cupped my chin in her hand and reminded me, "THIS is why mother ALWAYS called you Louis." Then Reg pinched my cheek and gave me a few light taps. "Right then. Down you go. Go ahead. All the way down." I felt Reg press her toes on the back of my head. "That's it. Prostate yourself."

I sat on my heels, and folded my body positioned face down on the floor as Reg had commanded, "Some splashed on my foot as well," she said, implying she wanted me to kiss her foot too. With gentle kisses, I caressed Reg's foot. Her skin was soft and smooth and tender. I didn't want to stop, but Reg pulled away. "Tell me." She requested, "What happened next?"

I took a deep breath and began, "You started to realize this was wrong. You were worried someone would catch us. You were afraid to get in trouble. So I told you everything would be ok, but you had to tell mother everything that we did. And you had to tell mother it was all Louie's fault. Tell mother I forced you to touch me."

"You knew this was wrong, but you did it anyway." Reg needed answers that have been haunting her for nearly 25 years. "You were supposed to protect me. I was your baby sister. You were my hero. I loved you. Why would you do such a thing to me?"

"Regina," I confessed, "I've been in love with you since before you were even born. I thought you were made for me. I thought we were born to be together. I wanted to be with only you forever..."

"Instead you became mother's whore."

I was still face down in reverent shame. "Mother never tried to explain to me why we couldn't be together. Instead, she made me believe it was because I could never be worthy of you. So I tried harder to please her. I was heartbroken when I began to understand it could never be. As I got older, mother still reminded me over and over how unworthy I was for anyone, especially you. I was being spiteful and I wanted to hurt her. Not you Regina. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Your revenge disgraced me, so mother's revenge was to disgrace you." Reg cut me off. "Mother always was a hard taskmaster, and I always disapproved of the way she shamed you." Reg gave me a sympathetic look and explained, "I often heard your anguished cry in the night. I knew mother tortured you as HER punishment. But what of my retribution? Do I not deserve justice?" Reg was overwhelmed with juggling her feelings of anger and restraint, but continued to speak, "You both took something so natural, so beautiful, so innocent and you used it with malicious intent. And our lives have never been the same. I was the innocent."

I remained posed face down, folded in a small, flat package while my arms lay limp behind me. It's taken years of practice, but I've learned to find comfort through pain. It was always the waiting that I could never learn to relax through.

"Up, up Louis. On your knees." Reg finally broke in, "I've come to a conclusion. We must all get what we want and live 'happ'ly e'er aft'," she toyed. "Mother gets her final wishes carried out, and I obtain everything, least of which you are not excused from. And you'll be permitted to live in servitude. Do you know what that word means, Louis?" Reg mocked my lack of education, "Servitude?"

I fought back a smile and muttered, "marriage."

"Hardly. But I like how you think. You will spend the rest of your life in torment with the only woman you could ever love and always know, after all your years of unfaithfulness, it will take more than a lifetime to prove your loyalty," Reg challenged. "I'll give you the rest of the day to grieve our mother if you so choose, but straightway, I want you to replace mother's bed, the one she shared with you, and destroy it. And dispose of everything in that room. It is an abomination. You will never go in there once I've moved in. Take your belongings to the cellar, where you'll sleep. And this room?" Reg stopped demanding for a second and squatted down to face me. Reg bent down with her knees folded to her chest and her arms wrapped around her slender legs. She instructed me with a mischievous wink, "I want this room preserved. It reminds me of one happy day. I look forward to the times we will take up this scenario in the future."