Wendy knocked on the door very quietly. It all seemed silent, and the short guest-house corridor was empty. She was afraid she might have the wrong room, but there weren't too many options from her to choose from. Alan stood nervously beside her. He had barely recovered from his spanking and knew he'd be in big trouble if his mother found him out of his room now. He also knew he'd be in even bigger trouble if he disobeyed Wendy.
"Who is it?" came a quiet voice from inside.
"It's me, Wendy, the girl from dinner" said Wendy, relieved that she had guessed right.
"What do you want?" came the voice again.
"I just want to come in and talk to you for a second" said Wendy, injecting a note of urgency in her voice.
There was silence from within again, until Wendy heard a faint clicking noise and the door opened very slightly. Tracy peered out looking scared.
"It's alright" said Wendy "I need to tell you something. Something you'll really like."
"What?" asked Tracy suspiciously "And what's he doing here?"
"He's my slave. He does whatever I want him to do, and I wanted to tell you how you can make your brother your slave, so he'll do anything you want" said Wendy.
"Fuck off!" said the girl disbelievingly.
"No really, I can prove it to you. Just let me in" said Wendy.
"Prove it now!" said Tracy.
"Okay, what do you want him to do?" asked Wendy. Alan shuffled uncomfortably.
"Make him show me his willy" said Tracy.
"Alan, show the young lady your willy, please" said Wendy.
Alan groaned, but knowing his choices were extremely limited, and all very unpleasant, he undid his fly and pulled his penis out. Tracy stared at it, and then at Alan's face. It seemed obvious to Tracy that unless Alan was a very good actor, he was embarrassed and wasn't showing his willy because he wanted to, but because he had to.
"Make him make it go funny like before!" demanded Tracy.
"I will, just let us in" said Wendy.
"No, make him do it first" said Tracy.
"I can show you how to make your brother do it as well if you like, but you'll have to let us in" said Wendy.
Tray hesitated. The thought of being able to make her brother do whatever she wanted was unbelievably attractive, but she wasn't yet sure she believed Wendy.
"All right, if you're not interested" said Wendy and she turned away from the door to leave.
"No, wait!" said Tracy "Come in" she opened the door a little wider and stood aside.
Wendy entered with Alan reluctantly towing along behind. Tracy closed and locked the door behind them. The room was about the same size as Wendy's but somehow two single beds had been squeezed in. Light still poured through the thin curtains drawn across the window, and Wendy could clearly see Kevin lying in bed, just his head poking curiously out from under the covers.
Tracy stood in a yellow nightie, her twelve year old body almost visible through the light material, and she looked at Wendy challengingly "Make him do it then" she said.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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