Despite the title. This is a separate work from my previous story,
Innocently Depraved
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Story is fiction. Images, when included, are unrelated to the story scenarios, obtained publicly, and intended for titillation only.
Warning: Story contains themes of incest, maybe some rape, blackmail, and other controversial elements that the author may throw in just for the sake of justifying his username, but mostly because he is bored.
Prologue
Sabrina hesitated at the bedroom door.
‘Rina, come,” I said sternly.
There was uncertainty in her eyes, but it was mostly betrayed by her excitement. My voice compelled her forwards and she started crawling on all fours out of my room. Upon reaching me, she stopped and knelt on the floor before me.
“Good girl,” I said as I petted her on her head. I glanced down and admired my pet’s body. She had a tight, fit, body, with a petite chest. Her ass has a gorgeous curvy flair to it, which is a testament to her womanhood. She was completely nude save the tiny white bikini panties she wore which barely covered her ass and waxed pussy. Her long hair was tied back neatly into a ponytail and her pink nipples protruded proud and stiff as she sat with her back arched, baring her chest to me. The only other items she was wearing were the red rubber ball-gag in her mouth and the black leather dog collar fastened around her neck.
I pulled a nylon leash out of my pocket and attached the clip at the end to the ring on her dog collar. “Let’s go for a walk,” I said, tugging on the leash slightly. Sabrina obediently crawled after me.
At 20 years old, Sabrina is a full 5 years older than me. She is my eldest sister, and had only recently graduated as my plaything and personal pet.
We descended the stairs slowly. It was harder for her on her hands and knees. Once we got to the bottom of the stairs, I told her to “sit,” and she resumed her kneeling posture. Reaching down, I pinched her right pink nipple. “Well done,” I said.
Sabrina trembled with pleasure. I gave her left nipple a similar treatment before tugging her leash and leading her on.
We circled the empty living room twice before I lead Sabrina to an open space behind the couch and ordered her to roll over, play dead, and then suck my cock.
As soon as my cock sprung free from my shorts, Sabrina started worshipping it. I toyed with her nipples some more as she sucked me to completion and beyond. After pumping my load into her mouth, I withdrew my cock.
Sabrina looked up at me and opened her mouth, displaying every drop of hot creamy goodness that her little brother had pumped within.
“Swallow,” I commanded and she immediately obeyed.
After gulping down my sperm she opened her mouth again to show me it was all gone.
“Very good, Rina,” I said, stroking her face.
She glowed with pride and pleasure. Her eyes locked desperately to mine, brimming with adoration.
I pulled up my shorts and picked up her leash. With it, I lead her to the back of the house. Once there, I unlocked the back grille and opened the door into the backyard. Sabrina stared at me wide-eyed with disbelief.
I tugged her leash as I stepped out of the door into the sunlight. “Come on, girl,” I said.
Sabrina froze, unwilling to budge.
“Rina, come!” I commanded, putting more steel into my voice.
Sabrina stayed on her knees, giving me a pleading look.
Sighing, I went back inside and stood before her. Sabrina stared up remorsefully at me as I towered over her, frowning.
“Bad girl, Rina,” I growled. “Very bad girl.”
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With a grave face, I lead Sabrina back to the living room where I sat down on the long couch. I looked at her sternly for a minute and then I patted my lap.
Sabrina dutifully crawled up the couch and lay on her belly across my lap, her ass raised to my right. I ran my hand across her silky smooth, hot flesh, settling it on her shapely butt. As I squeezed her sexy, supple, ass, I said, “You’ve been a bad girl, Rina. Bad girls get punished.”
Raising my hand, I smacked her hard on her left buttcheek.
Sabrina whimpered.
I spanked her again and again, watching her ass grow red.
After counting twelve hard slaps, I signaled her to get off.
Shaking badly, Sabrina crawled off the couch and resumed her kneeling position on her floor. Her eyes were slightly red and teary and she looked remorseful. I reached behind her head and took off her ball gag.
“What do you have to say?” I asked.
“I’m sorry,” Sabrina replied.
“Are you a good girl?”
“Yes.”
I stroked her hair lovingly and gazed into her eyes. “Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes, Jeremy,” she answered.
I nodded and smiled at her before gagging her again. Then I got up from the couch, picked up her leash, and lead her back across the hall and kitchen on her hands and knees, back to the rear door of our home.
Sabrina still hesitated a little at the doorway, but eventually crawled out after me.
“Good girl,” I whispered and rewarded her with another nipple pinch.
She gave a little muffled moan.
Our house had a large compound. The backyard was almost entirely an open lawn. I lead Sabrina towards the grass. She was breathing hard. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment but her eyes were glazed over with lust. My house compound was surrounded by a concrete wall, so she was safe from prying eyes, but this was her first foray into the outdoors while she was in her pet state.
“Heel, girl,” I said.
Sabrina scrambled to crawl beside me and match my pace. I noted her juices running down her pale thighs, evidence of her excitement betraying her shyness. After bringing her to the middle of the grassy clearing, I turned to face her.
“Alright girl. Go here,” I said.
Sabrina looked at me and blinked in confusion.
“Good doggies do their business outside,” I said. “Go ahead. Let it out.”
Sabrina’s eyes widened. She gave me the pleading look again.
“I don’t have all day,” I said. “You know the others will be back soon.”
“Mmmmph,” Sabrina said.
I sighed, reached down, and took off her ball-gag again. “What is it now?” I asked.
“I can’t…” Sabrina whispered.
“Of course you can,” I said. “Just relax.”
“I can’t, I just can’t. Please Jeremy, let’s go inside.”
“No.”
“Please…”
“Right after you go, like a good doggie.”
“Oh God… oh god…”
“Shhhh… relax. Just relax. Trust me.” I knelt before her and kissed her forehead. My hands reached under her and clamped on both of her nipples, giving them a firm but light twist.
Sabrina gasped.
“Do it for me, Rina. Go on. Let it out.” I whispered in her ear.
After couple of minutes or so of coaxing, Sabrina suddenly gave out a gasping shriek. Her piss started dribbling copiously down her thighs. She let out a long moan. “Aaaaaaaaaaa… Aaaaaaaaaah… Aaaaaaaaahhh”
“Good girl,” I said, lifting her chin. Her eyes were unfocused, her mouth gaping with shock and arousal, giving her a somewhat stupefied look. Leaning in, I rewarded my pet with a kiss on her lips.
“Jeremy!” Someone yelled.
I looked back in surprise and saw my mother and and my aunts gawking at me from the open back door.
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Chapter 1: Where I do the lame thing sucky movies do and cut to two months earlier.
I have a problem.
I’m part of a Patriarchy.
Wait! Hear me out you tubes-tied incels and self-loathing feminists! The keyword here is
“a”
Patriarchy, not
“the”
Patriarchy. Point being, I have no beef with you. As far as I’m concerned, the existence of
“THE”
Patriarchy is still a matter of debate.
“A”
Patriarchy however, especially the one I’m part of, is very, very real.
So here’s the understatement of the year - My family is very, very, very,
VERY
traditional. More specifically, my mother’s side of the family. We’re an old chinese clan and we’re extremely influential, exceedingly powerful, and crazy rich, particularly in our town in nonayabizznuzz, Malaysia. Everything runs out of the clan’s pockets, politics, charity, commerce, crime,
EVERYTHING
.
And here’s the thing, the true nature of the clan is pretty much hidden from the public. There is no paper trail, data trail, or solid evidence of any kind. The whole system runs on old fashioned blood oaths, strict code of conduct, and a healthy dose of exceedingly effective indoctrination. Hell, if the Catholic Church gets wind of our methods, they would bend over backwards to kowtow to us to get us to teach it to them.
So where do I come into the picture? Well, it was just a little over two months ago. Back then I truly had no idea this underground world of the clan exists. I was just another pimply faced 15-year old horny dweeb obsessed with Pokemon Go. My life was completely normal. My family was completely normal. My sex life was… Well, it was non existent. I was 15.
I do have some kind of vague inkling of the influence of the clan over our lives, but I’ve always thought it was just another Chinese association kind of thing, where people meet to argue whether or not to force us to study Chinese language in school, how to decorate the town center during CNY, dole out scholarships and all that. I know that my mother often attends the meetings. Dad on the other hand, wasn’t really interested in the association and their politics. His family wasn’t local, having only moved here last generation, so it’s understandable.
Wait, I’m getting sidetracked here. This all started when my uncle died.
How’d he die? He passed out drunk and got eaten by pigs.
You think I’m kidding don’t you? The first time I heard of it, I thought it was a joke too. My uncle, who I’ve never met, and who is my mum’s oldest sibling, have not lived in this town for a very long time. He’s been in Australia even before I was born. Word was, he was quite the party animal. For some strange reason though, I get the feeling that everyone in my extended family always expected him to come back eventually and that it would be quite the grand event, like a prodigal son returning.
So yeah, the dude got piss drunk on whiskey out on a farm somewhere and then got a bunch of pigs piss drunk on his blood in turn, dying peacefully in the process. Sounds like a pretty wild guy. I wished that I’ve met him.
So anyway, Uncle Greg died, and holy shit, you should have seen the town the day after the news broke. It was like everyone got depression for three whole days. Even the skies were gloomy.
But on the fourth day, the clouds parted and the sun graced us with its shine once more. The town seemed to have gotten over it. If anything, everyone actually seemed more alive than ever.
Now all of this was just a feeling I got from reading the general atmosphere. There was no official announcement or public outcry, or anything like that. Uncle Greg got an obituary in the local Chinese daily, but that’s about it.
At that point I really couldn’t give a fuck. I was just a kid. I didn’t even think it was weird. Well, not weird enough to spend two cents over. This lasted until a few weeks later. That was when everyone started to act weird around me, particularly own family.
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I come from a rather large family. I have three older sisters and two younger ones. Naturally, being the only boy, I’ve been pampered by them since young.
Florence and Brandon is my mum and dad. They are 37 years old. I don’t know a whole lot about their history except that they were secondary school sweethearts and they married very shortly after graduation because mum got pregnant.
My three older sisters are Sabrina, Jacqueline, and Geraldine. Aged 20, 18, and 17 respectively. The two younger brats are Christina and Angelina, aged 13 and 12.
So yeah, that’s the extent of the introduction. There is a whole other tangled mess of extended family in the bigger picture, since we are actually a direct descendant of the clan bloodline on my mother’s side, but we’ll leave that for another time.
Growing up, I do tend to notice that I have more entitlement granted to me compared to my siblings. Mostly, I tend to be able to get away with things and are less controlled compared to them. Unsurprisingly, I tend to be quite spoiled at times. My mum and siblings seem to think it isn’t a big deal though. Dad however, often steps in to discipline me. However, ever since I was a child, I had a defensive technique, which is to hide behind my mother’s skirt. She always seemed to be able to diffuse Dad’s temper and get me off scott free. Works every time!
But for the most part, I was very close to my mother and sisters. Unsurprisingly, it’s because they love to spoil me at every turn. That’s why I was very concerned to notice their change in behavior after Uncle Greg’s passing. They seem to be more reserved around me. Often, I would find them whispering conspiratorially in a corner of the house but will hush up when I approach.
It drove me crazy for nearly a week. Then, out of nowhere, it happened.
My ascension.
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It was just like any other Friday afternoon. My best friends, Richard, Wilson, Andy, and I were eager to pile out of the school-gate with the other students and kick-start our weekend by heading to the arcade at the nearby mall.
“Hey, isn’t that your sister?” Andy said to me once we were out of the gate.
Sure enough, Sabrina was standing at the side of the walkway, peering into the crowd of students streaming past her
“Uh. Yeah,” I replied and waved to her.
Sabrina’s face lit up with a smile when she saw me. She waved back and gestured at me to come to her.
“Shit. I guess you guys are on your own today,” I said.
My friends shrugged.
“See la, maybe tomorrow we go see movie,” Richard said.
I nodded then left my friends to join my sister.
“What’s up jie?” I asked her. I noticed then she was dressed quite formally in a white and red knee length cheongsam. Her long hair was done up in a bun.
“We need to go to the temple,” Sabrina gestured to a car up the street. It wasn’t one of my parents’ cars. It was a limousine.
“Uh, okay…” I replied stupidly and followed her lead.
Sabrina and I entered the back seat of the limo and as soon as the door was shut, the well dressed driver immediately pulled the vehicle onto the road. Pretty soon, we reached the highway.
“What’s going on?” I asked my sister.
“We need to get you to the ceremony,” she replied.
“Me? What ceremony?”
Sabrina sighed. “Jeremy, you know that Uncle Greg has passed away right?”
“Uh. Yeah?”
“Uncle Greg was Grandpa’s eldest son.”
“Okay.”
“He was Grandpa’s first heir.”
“Right.”
“Now he’s gone.”
“Sure.”
Sabrina giggled and gently knocked me on the head. “Use your brain a bit can a not?”
“I… I don’t… Are we going to uncle Greg’s funeral?”
“No larr. Listen carefully didi. You are the next in line for succession.”
“Succession?”
“Yes. That means you are grandpa’s heir now. When grandpa is gone, you will take his place as the head of the clan,” Sabrina said.
I blinked at my beautiful older sister. “What crap are you smoking in your university?”
Sabrina laughed. “I know it is a lot to take in. But it’s true. Don’t worry. There will be people to fill you in later.”
“I’m fifteen years old! I can’t be the head of an association!”
“Clan,” Sabrina said. “Big difference. And you won’t be the head yet. You’re the heir.”
“What, like a prince or something?”
“Exactly.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “This is a prank isn’t it?”
Sabrina smiled. “Nope.” She reached out and pulled me in for a hug, ruffling my hair in the process. “I’m so proud of you.” She said.
I was like, er, okay sis, I’m like fifteen already. I got hair on my balls now. Can you not squeeze your boobs on me please? Especially not when you smell so good.
Of course, I couldn’t say it out loud. After a while, Sabrina let me go and beamed at me. “After today, I probably won’t be able to do that anymore,” she said.
“Huh? What? Hug? Why leh?” I asked.
Sabrina didn’t answer. She just kept smiling mysteriously.
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So I can’t really tell you the nitty-gritty details of what happened next. If I did, I’d have to send clan assassins to kill you! Heh, heh, heh.
Seriously though. It’s top secret inner circle stuff.
Just kidding. I’ll just blow through the gist of it, and let you guys sleep with one eye open at night.
So we arrived at the old Chinese temple downtown. There was like a whole fucking parade waiting for me. Lion dance, dragon dance, wushu dance, the whole shebang. Some of the townsfolk gathered to watch, but I suspect none of them really knew what the occasion was. I was made to put on a set of red brocade silk pajamas and walk on a red carpet to be paraded to the assembled clan association members garbed in similar traditional garments.
Then, while everyone toasted and feasted at the banquet hall, I was made to climb up a fucking hill behind the temple on stairs that looked like pure white jade. It nearly fucking killed me. I wasn’t athletic by any means and measure and the climb was steep as hell. Plus it was on a blazing hot afternoon for crying out loud!
I honestly almost passed out a few times. My only company was a contingent of three monks playing bells and drums and one old priest who kept chanting as I climbed. Whenever I stopped to wheeze my lungs out, the chanting and drums stopped and those fuckers just politely waited behind me until I moved my ass again. Not one of those baldies would even hand me a fucking bottle of water.
I somehow reached the top of the hill without succumbing to a heart attack or heat stroke. My whole family was there, together with the extended family. Basically the all the direct descendants of the clan bloodline in one place. They were substantial, probably numbering over a hundred.
I immediately noticed Dad was not present. Actually, there were very little men among the attendees.
In any case, there I was. Soaked in sweat, dehydrated, and unable to feel my legs, standing at the peak of the hill-steps where there was this elaborate, extravagant shrine. The clan members stood on either side of a silk carpet leading up to the shrine’s entrance.
Oh goody. More fucking stairs.
Everyone seemed to be waiting with baited breath.
I got the message and trudged onward.
I passed my mum and sisters, all dressed up in their Chinese silk dresses. Mum looked worried. Sabrina, Jacqueline, and Geraldine were signaling and mouthing encouraging signs to cheer me on. Christina and Angelina were flat out laughing at me. No doubt I look like a wreck.
Somehow, I managed to clear the last mile and found myself in the inner shrine where, lo and behold, dead in the center of the hall, sat grandpa on his wheelchair.
The fucker was sleeping.
I manage to struggle up to him before collapsing on my knees before him, groaning and cursing under my breath.
A middle-aged woman hurried up to his side with a small bell which she shook once at grandpa’s shoulder, startling him awake. He let out a litany of curses in hokkien or something, then peered at me with his grayed-out eyes.
Jesus fuck, the geezer was old. I’ve never really seen him up close like this before. He only tends to make an appearance once a year at reunions and even then, he was usually placed in a corner somewhere like a terra-cotta sculpture. I’m not sure he even knew I existed prior to our meeting at this moment. I certainly forgotten that he did most of the time.
Again, grandpa babbled a few things in hokkien. I haven’t the slightest clue what he went on about. I would have struggled even if it was in mandarin. I was a banana through and through.
After like twenty minutes of groans and farts, he nodded off and started snoring again. The woman beside him took the handles of his wheelchair and carted him off.
I was like, what the fuck is going on here?
Out of the corner, someone else made an appearance. She was dressed in an elegant sleeveless black and teal green cheongsam or qipao, I don’t really know the difference.
She was really beautiful, with long dark permed hair, milky white shoulders, hourglass figure, and long slender legs on dainty black heels.
“M-mummy?” I said out loud as she approached.
The lady put her hands on her hips and gave me an admonishing look.
“Oh, aunt Chloe, hi,” I immediately greeted her correctly once my weary eyes adjusted to her lovely visage and was less distracted by her smooth legs visible through the slit in her dress.
“How are you doing Jeremy?” Aunt Chloe asked me kindly.
“Uh. Can I please go home now?” I asked.
Aunt Chloe giggled. She is my mum’s younger sister. She is about 32 years of age. People often make the honest mistake of confusing her for my mother Florence, since both of them tend to look younger than they really are.
“Be patient hor. We’re almost done,” she said.
I sighed. “Isn’t this all abit much? Nobody even asked me if I want to be the heir.”
Aunt Chloe looked apologetic. “Sorry dear. Unfortunately, there is no going about this. It’s tradition.”
“Yeesh. Okay, okay. What’s next?”
“This,” Aunt Chloe said. She nodded at someone behind her and an attendant in robes appeared, holding a green pillow.
When the attendant passed the silk pillow to aunt Chloe, I saw that there was a ball on the pillow. It was perfectly spherical, roughly the size of a ping-pong ball and looked like it was made of blue marble or jade.
Aunt Chloe presented the ball on the pillow to me.
I shrugged and took it.
“Swallow it,” Aunt Chloe said.
I looked at her incredulously. “It’s a rock,” I said.
“It’s a pill,” she replied.
“What the… Aunt Chloe, you’re a pharmacist. You know what a pill looks like. This is not a pill.”
Aunt Chloe smiled. “It’s a special pill.”
“It’s the death of me, that’s what it is.”
“Jeremy. This is the last step. Be a good boy and eat your medicine please.”
“But… Don’t I even get a glass of water or something?” I asked.
“No dear, just swallow it the way it is.”
“You guys are crazy, you know that?”
Aunt Chloe smiled and shrugged her elegant bare shoulders.
I placed the ball into my mouth. It barely fit, but I successfully got it past my teeth. After that I just stared at aunt Chloe, literally ball-gagged.
Suddenly, the ball seemed to crumble like a cookie in my mouth. I found that I was able to chew and eventually swallowed it all. It was mostly tasteless.
I licked my lips and gaped my mouth at my aunt to show I swallowed it all.
“Good boy,” Aunt Chloe said. She clapped her hands once and smiled. “And we’re done!”
“Really?”
“Yup!”
“I can go home?”
“Let’s go,” She said cheerfully, holding her hand out to me.
And that was pretty much how it all went down. Crazy right?
Nah. Crazy is what comes next.
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Chapter 2: Where I get enlightened and then have dark thoughts.
I woke up the next morning and nearly fell on my face when I tried to get off the bed. My leg muscles were like: Nope! Not gonna do it. Fuck you. Try again next week.
The clock on my bedside showed that it was a little past 9am and it was a Saturday, so there was no school. Thank God for small blessings.
I managed to get changed and then struggled to get downstairs. God I really, really, really hate stairs now. For a moment, I wondered if I can enact a ban on all stairs in town once I am head of the clan.
I could smell breakfast before I reached the bottom of the steps. My entire family was at the breakfast table. Even Aunt Chloe was here.
“Hey sleepy-head,” Aunt Chloe greeted me.
“Hi…” I greeted back as I limped towards a seat.
Dad frowned. “What’s wrong with your leg?”
“The stairs on the hill la. Crazy one,” I grumbled.
Dad looked confused. “You went hiking?” He asked. “Weren’t you at the temple yesterday?”
“He had to climb a hill as part of the coming-of-age ceremony,” my mother quickly said.
Dad whistled. “Some coming-of-age. In my day, all I got was a cake.”
“Coming of age?” I asked.
“Jeremy, come have a seat,” Aunt Chloe offered, pulling a chair for me beside her. I limped over gratefully and sat down between her and Sabrina. Aunt Chloe immediately leaned close and whispered into my ear, “Don’t say a word about yesterday. Not yet.”
Okay this is seriously bumming me out. I nodded uncomfortably and dug into my breakfast in silence. Other than the impish grins my sisters shot my way, no one else really gave any indication of the true nature of yesterday’s festivities.
After breakfast, as the plates were being gathered, mum nonchalantly told me, “Jeremy, Aunt Chloe will take you for your dentist appointment. Get ready.”
“Huh? Dentist appointment?” I asked.
My sister Sabrina elbowed me at the side and gave me the coy look which through years of shared shenanigans, I have learned to mean ‘play along.’
“Er… Okay mummy,” I replied, confused out of my mind.
Thus, after getting a drink of water, I headed for the front door to find aunt Chloe already waiting in her car out on the street. Sighing, I put on my flip-flops and willed my sour leg muscles to make the short walk outside.
Aunt Chloe greeted me with a bright smile when I entered her car. She was wearing a simple white and blue floral midi dress, with her hair let down, looking elegant and ravishing as usual.
Hey gimme a break, I was so tired that I forgot to fap before bed yesterday.
“How are you feeling?” Aunt Chloe asked as she started to drive.
“My legs are killing me,” I replied.
Aunt Chloe nodded. “Next time, if anyone asks, stick to the story your mother gave your daddy, okay?”
“Okay, but may I ask why?”
“A lot of reasons,” Aunt Chloe said. “But in your father’s case, he doesn’t know about the inner workings of the clan.”
“And I can’t let him know about the inner workings because…?” I replied.
“I’ll tell you everything, Jeremy. Let’s go somewhere we can talk. Would you like to have coffee?” Aunt Chloe asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
Aunt Chloe drove me downtown to one of those chic/hipster coffee corners. We ordered our coffee, collected our drinks, and settled at a coffee table in a secluded corner.
Aunt Chloe took a sip of her flat white and sighed. “I’ll start from the beginning,” she said.
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Okay, this part really lore heavy. Honestly, even if I wanted to lay it bare for you guys, an entire book wouldn’t do it justice. We’re talking about nearly 1000 years of family history here. Hell, even Aunt Chloe couldn’t give me everything in a single day. It took the entire weekend and the week after that for her to exhaust her knowledge of the clan on me, and even that was the abridged version. Even what she knows is limited. What she basically did is just draw me a general picture the best she could. There are a thousand more layers to the inner workings of the clan which she isn’t privy to and which I will only know once grandpa chokes on his tongue, and I get his wheelchair, *cough* I mean throne.
Well if you want the gist of it, I’m basically sitting on top of a living, breathing model of an ancient chinese kingdom which was exported to these lands during the colonial period. The whole system coexists harmoniously with the seemingly contemporary society on the surface. It’s probably the last system of its kind, thanks to the cultural revolution in China that purged all others like it.
It’s probably obvious to you by now that it is a patriarchal system, with only males qualifying for the top of the pyramid. Now allow me to present you the kicker. It is supported, run, and kept alive, almost entirely by women.
So basically, most guys in town don’t have a lick of sense about any of this, and if they do, they only see or comprehend a very small part of the picture, usually delegated to doing the grunt work and heavy lifting and often carrying on with their service on blind faith. But the females, they often know more. They do the planning, the directing, and the indoctrination. They form the backbone of the pyramid.
In a nutshell, it’s basically a matriarchy led and controlled by an individual patriarch.
Where do I fit in all of this? I’ve become the chosen heir, the next patriarch. It was supposed to be uncle Greg, but I guess fate had other plans. I was initially surprised that the seat didn’t fall to one of my uncles. Basically it was because my mum was older than them so the male is picked from her family. It’s like some tier system or some shit.
And yeah, all my uncles are probably clueless of all of this, even though they are the direct descendants of grandpa. The clan only redpill the male heir when he’s chosen. Basically, it’s a built-in defense mechanism because, historically, when a bunch of heirs know they are next in line for the throne, they end up with some Game of Thrones shit thrown back and forth until everyone dies.
Understandably, there are rules and perks that come with the privilege of being the chosen heir. For one, I can never leak the clan’s secrets ever. Instant death sentence that one. Also, my words now carry weight. I can basically give orders, though there are limits to that. I obviously can’t order anyone to go die, or kill anyone for instance. Much of the public laws still apply to me.
The best thing is, I get a black card. No credit limit. No fees. No taxes.
Oh right, there’s also this little thing. Just a small matter really, not really worth mentioning. Totally ludricous in the scheme of things. Almost seems like a joke, now that I think about it. It’s probably just a fluke or something. Just pfffffffffttttttt… y’know?
*cough*
I am entitled to every female in the clan.
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Smooth jazz continued playing in the background. Aunt Chloe picked up her mug and sipped her cooled flat white, it’s her ninth cup over the period of the last nine days. We have been meeting in this hipster coffee shop for more than a week to help me get my head around my new predicament. She had assured me today was the last day of my briefing, that there was only one last thing I needed to know.
And then she let me know it.
Aunt Chloe sipped slowly, seemingly oblivious to me who sat hunched forward across the table with my jaw hanging.
She keeps sipping.
And sipping
Oh, look, she’s stopping to take a breath.
She continues sipping.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M ENTITLED TO EVERY-” I hissed loudly.
Aunt Chloe coughed into her cup. She lowered it and politely patted her lips with a paper towel. She was clearly blushing. “Not so loud, Jeremy,” She whispered.
“You said… What the fuck??? Does it mean what I think it means?”
“Language, Jeremy, please,” Aunt Chloe said. She couldn’t stop blushing. “Your mother, aunties, and I actually flipped coins to see who would be the one to brief you precisely because of this part.”
“You’re here because you lost a bunch of coin flips?” I asked lamely.
“No, actually your auntie Ashley did. But in the end they all ganged up on me and decided I’m the best one to tell you because I’m a doctor.”
“You’re a pharmacist.”
“Which is like a doctor.”
“Not even close la.”
Aunt Chloe pouted. She can be really be cute sometimes.
“So explain to me already, and please don’t start with the birds and the bees,” I said.
Aunt Chloe chuckled. “Okay fine,” she said. “The original intention was that the heir would have first pick of brides and concubines from his subjects. But the law is worded pretty broadly.”
“You’re talking about sex.”
She blushed again. “Yes.”
“With anyone???”
“Well, only women, and only those associated with the clan.”
“But that still means almost every girl in this town right?”
“Almost. Well, I guess if I want to be pedantic, I would say, about 70%?”
“Wahlau!!!”
“Jeremy…” Aunt Chloe said.
“Anyone! You sure?”
“Jeremy…”
“Anyone at school?”
“Jeremy…”
“E-even you?”
“Jer.. Wait what?” Aunt Chloe gaped at me.
“Oh shit, I mean. Well, theoretically…” I mumbled.
“Hypothetically,” Aunt Chloe corrected.
“Yeah, yeah, hypothetically…” I glanced at her expectantly.
“Jeremy, I’m your aunt!”
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I was just wondering,” I replied, blushing profusely.
Aunt Chloe rolled her eyes. “Don’t get carried away, please. This is a serious matter and this privilege exists for a reason.”
“Er. Okay, of course. Sorry. What reason?”
Aunt Chloe drew a blank stare. “Well,” she finally said. “It’s not something I’m privy to. The elders must have their reasons.”
“What the… You don’t know?”
Aunt Chloe shrugged. “It’s tradition.”
“Okayyyyy. I guess that clears it all up.”
She reached out and pinched my hand. “Don’t be such a smart alec.”
“Ow. Okay, so ummmm. Let’s say I choose someone…”
Aunt Chloe was blushing again.
“How do I… Er… I mean, how does…”
“Y-you want me to tell you about the birds and the bees now?” She asked.
“No la! I mean, how do I go about it. How does it work? Do I just walk up to a girl and say, ‘bend over?’”
Aunt Chloe gasped. “Jeremy!”
“Hypothetically.”
Aunt Chloe sighed. “It’s no secret among the female members that the heir is entitled to their bodies. Basically they just have no right to refuse.”
“Whhhhaaaaatttt? So I just ask them?”
“Basically, yes.” Aunt Chloe replied. She picked up her cup of coffee and sipped, only to find it empty. She put it down. “And that’s about all you need to know at this stage. I’m sure you can figure out the rest yourself,” she said, looking a tad bit uncomfortable and mighty embarrassed.
I sat back in my chair, head swirling. “Oh my god.”
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Look, I’m a pretty confident guy and all, and don’t get me wrong, girls and sex are on my mind almost all the time, so I’m definitely straight. But it has been a week since my aunt Chloe dropped the bombshell on me and I’m still a virgin.
I’ve always considered myself well adjusted socially. I’m not afraid to talk to girls. Well, I used to not be afraid to talk to girls. That is, until I know I can fuck them anytime.
Now my words seem to always get stuck in my throat whenever I’m face to face with a girl. My heart starts to pound in my head. I can’t think, I can’t move.
I’m pathetic…
“Jeremy. Oi Jeremy!”
I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to Wilson. “What la?”
“Still got time before recess finish. Share a bit lah.” he said .
“Share what?” I asked.
“You know la,” Wilson said.
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, we all guys here.”
A boiling urge to kick Wilson under the desk welled up within me. This guy has never been forward about anything. For some people, it might be cute, but for someone who has known him for two years and counting, it gets old.
My other buddy, Richard, stopped by on the other side of my desk. As if on cue, he leaned in to join the conversation. “He’s talking about Amber Khoo,” Richard helpfully pointed out.
“What about Amber?” I asked warily.
Wilson leaned in closer, “Have y-you guys, you know?” he asked, lowering his voice.
Richard hovered in from the side. “Gone out?”
“You guys…” I replied, “I can smell what you ate for recess.”
“Don’t change the subject lah,” Wilson said.
“You guys so free is it?” I asked back.
“Can’t help but curious mah,” Richard replied, blowing heated air on my ear. “You got a lot of balls leh, asking her out.”
I sighed. “It’s none of your business.”
“Wah! Dun like that leh!” Wilson whined.
“Come on brother. Solidarity,” said Richard.
“I don’t think you know what that means,” I said.
Richard and Wilson exchanged glances.
“He not solidarity leh,” Wilson said.
“It’s like that one lah,” Richard replied. “One date with a senior and he thinks he is better than us liao. So damn not solidary one.”
I massaged my brow and groaned. “We didn’t go out, okay?” I finally told them.
“Shit,” Wilson replied. “What happened? You got turned down ah?”
“I told you,” Richard added, “You need to jack off before meeting a girl, especially someone as hot as Amber. Where can tahan otherwise?”
“Jesus Christ, you idiots. I didn’t ask her out okay! Nothing happened,” I said.
My two best friends exchanged another look.
“Eh, I’m gonna tell you what I heard lah, dun be mad,” Wilson said.
“Please don’t,” I groaned.
Wilson ignored me. “I heard you invited Amber to the back of F-Block.”
“What the hell?” I said. “No I didn’t”
“That’s what people are saying,” Richard said. “Somebody saw. You DO know why people call it ‘F’ block right?”
“You guys…” I said with another groan.
“Because it stands for ‘Friends?’” Wilson asked Richard.
“The best kind of friend,” Richard replied.
“You two can shut the fuck up now, please and thank you,” I said.
“Eyyy, dun take it out on us. We actually worry about you,” Wilson said.
“Also jealous…” Richard added.
“Maybe abit, but mostly worry,” said Wilson.
“But more jealous than you think,” Richard added.
“You do know her boyfriend is gangster right?” Wilson asked.
I glared at them. “Look, I didn’t take her to F-Block okay? If I was trying to ask her out, why would I take her there? You think I stupid ar?”
Full disclosure, I totally did. I asked Amber to come and meet me behind F-Block. Maybe it was because of my ‘chosen’ authority, but she really did show up to meet me. And then I choked up and chickened out. True story bro.
“Err, not exactly,” Wilson said. “We think you crazy.”
“And lucky,” Richard added.
“But mostly crazy.”
“But also soooo damn lucky…”
I took a deep breath. “OH HI Jessica! Stella! DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE!” I exclaimed.
Richard and Wilson both jumped to their feet and snapped around to see no one else in their vicinity.
“Walau! Not cool!” Wilson said. “Scare me, motherfucker.”
“Ya man, don’t like that la,” Richard said, “This is guy talk, don’t involve the girls. Solidarity a bit can anot?.”
I rolled my eyes. “How about you worry about your relationships and let me worry about mine?”
“Okay, okay,” Wilson replied. “I can see we hit a sore spot. We’ll talk again when your mood better.”
“Like after you get laid,” Richard added with a lecherous grin.
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That night, mum and dad went out for someone’s wedding. My younger sisters were in their room while I and my older sisters were in the living room. Jacqueline and Geraldine were watching their Korean drama on TV. Sabrina was lying on the couch, texting on her phone.
I was just hanging out on the sofa, basically just marveling at how normal everything seemed. I had just been recently exposed to probably the biggest conspiracy agenda gripping our town, something my sisters have knowledge of, and here we were, bickering over the remote control and fawning over Korean celebrities.
“Hey, what you looking at?” Jacqueline asked, noticing that I was staring at her.
“He blur liao. Go sleep liao la, di,” Geraldine said.
I turned away. I was staring at my sisters. No, not just staring. I was checking them out. They were dressed casually in singlets and shorts. There was plenty of smooth bare skin showing, and I was…
I shook my head. They were so attractive. I felt my cheeks burn. Quietly, I stole a glance at Sabrina. She was in T-shirt and shorts. Her long, pale, shapely legs stretched out luxuriously on the couch. She had a smile on her face as she texted on her phone.
I felt my cock twitch.
“Rina jie, why you smiling?” Jacqueline asked coyly.
Sabrina glanced up in surprise. Then she blushed.
“Wow, who you texting ah?” Geraldine asked, grinning ear to ear.
“Just a uni friend,” Sabrina replied bashfully.
“A guyyyy?” Geraldine asked.
Sabrina blushed deeper. “Nonaya beeswax,” she replied and stuck her tongue at Geraldine.
For some reason, I felt a tingle of jealousy trickling through my chest.
Sabrina was by far my favorite sister. She was kind, loving, and almost too doting. She teased me sometimes, but not as badly as my other sisters. She was like a second mum most of the time.
Jacqueline and Geraldine were already out of their seats, trying to get a look at Sabrina’s phone. I shifted uncomfortably amidst squeals of laughter. I was getting hard. It wasn’t because there was a trio of hot girls in shorts wrestling on a couch before me. Well, not just merely that. It was because of the idea that was coalescing in the back of my head.
I didn’t mean to think it! It just surfaced of nowhere in my mind, the way almost all good ideas do. Isaac Newton wasn’t racking his head with science when he thought of gravity, he was sitting under an apple tree, probably watching goats fuck.
Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck NO! I can’t fuck my sisters!
But the more I thought about it, the more it seemed feasible. Hell, it actually seems like an excellent idea. For some reason, I wasn’t as shy with my sisters as I was with other girls. Maybe it was due to the fact that I’ve been with them all my life and I’ve gotten away with so many naughty things before. Maybe it was because they spoil me rotten, so I’m more comfortable with imposing on them.
But the most compelling reason?
I can.
Yeah, I can. I have the right. It is my privilege.
Aunt Chloe said so.
Oh shit, I’m doing this aren’t I?
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