Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 21

"Its 10:30 AM, the girls have to leave for college by 6 PM. That means I have to start dinner by 4 PM. You have 5 ½ hours to satisfy me, and there will be no calling in for pizza tonight."

"You're a demanding little filly today, aren't you?"

"If you can't handle it, I can go down to the mall, and pick up some help."

"Threats of infidelity, what would Dolores say about that?"

"Fred, are you going to start fucking me, or are you going to continue fucking with me?"

"The first one I enjoy physically. The second I enjoy mentally. When you decide which you want the most, all you have to do is say begin."

"You are a real prick Fred."

"Yes, I have one of those, and if you want it, come and get it. It is right before your eyes."

"Are we arguing again, Fred?"

"I don't think so. I thought we were having a discussion on how to satisfy a particular area of your body that had a tiny itch."

"If the itch was so tiny, why is that thing growing?"

"That thing, as you put it, is part of me. I like stimulating conversations, therefore, it does too. If I get stimulated, it gets stimulated in the only way it knows how: It grows, and has been known to act as a tree for some reason, and to scratch other peoples' itches."

"God, I really hate lawyers. Regardless of how you talk to them, they can bend your story around and around, until they get back to your original point, and beat you over the head with it. Fred, please fuck me. I have an itch so deep inside me, only you can reach it."

As he climbed between her thighs, and kissed his way up each rib, he said to her, "Do you realize there are lawyers in Washington that would charge you $1000 an hour, for giving you this lesson about the bear scratching his back against the tree. The lawyer would charge you extra if you asked him who the tree belonged to; and if it was on private or public lands."

"Fred, you are doing your lawyer thing, and my itch is not being scratched. I am going to sue you for dereliction of duty."

"I have punched your timer. You are no longer being charged on an hourly basis. Try to remember what happens from this point on, there will be a 20-question test given at the end of this demonstration."

"FUCK YOU FRED!"

He looked down at her, kissed her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her lips and said, "No, FUCK YOU SHARON," and without any preamble, warning, or foreplay, his 8 ½ inch dick was buried as deep into her pussy as it could go.

It knocked the wind out of her, and she screamed, "Oh God, yes."

"No, it's not God it's Fred. One wrong, 19 questions to go."

Sharon tightened her muscles around his prick holding onto it for dear life. It was where she needed it, and she did not want him to remove it, and play with her head again. She wrapped her legs tightly around his ass, and her arms as low down around his back, as she could. She released the muscles inside her that were holding him, and tried to get a better grip on him.

"Are you ready to play now Sharon?"

"Please Fred, don't tease me. I need it, I need you very badly."

"If you had said that in the beginning, we could have dispensed with everything else, and started here." He moved his hips slowly, rocking them from side to side, back and forth, warming her with his touches, and when he knew she was ready, he unleashed his full passion upon her.

Her first orgasm slammed into her, and she screamed his name to the people who lived in the three neighboring states and the District of Columbia. She didn't feel the second or third orgasms, because she was still coming down from the first.

Their daughters were sitting outside the bedroom door, pissed that it was locked, and they were missing all the fun. It wasn't that they would have interrupted their parents, they just inherently new that lovemaking, between their parents, was much more intense than what they received from Fred. Fred made their experiences very exciting, fun, passionate, and educational. What he could not share with them was the intense love he had for their mother; that is what they wanted to watch and learn from. It might happen one day, but it wasn't going to be today.

Debbie had a pad and pen, and kept several definitive columns. One was for her mother's orgasms, and one for her father's. However, the two most important columns in her view, were for their misdemeanors. She and her sisters kept a close ear to the door listening for each and every one of them. They wanted to see how their 'evil genius' father would wrangle his way out of this one.

Sharon's hips would be bruised and other parts of her body would look like she had been in a battle, and lost. Fred did not let up on her for nearly 3 hours of lovemaking. Regardless of what position he took her in, he was scratching that itch deep inside her body with every ounce of strength, and love he had in him.

When her eyes fluttered open at 1:40 PM, she found herself in a warm tub, leaning back against the man she had almost lost, and started crying.

"Are you all right, Sharon? I didn't mean to hurt you."

Sharon turned over, took his face in her hands, and kissed him repeatedly. She did not stop kissing him for a long time. She sat in his lap with her arms around his neck, and asked him what his IQ was.

He said the last time he was tested it was 166, and why would she want to know that now, when she just scared him to death.

She replied, "I just wanted to know how brilliant idiots can be."

"Sharon, you are half a step away from a spanking of immense proportions. Please tell me what is going on in that pretty head of yours."

"Honey, I have never felt this wonderful in my entire life. You have rejuvenated every cell in my body, because of what you did for me today. I'm not just talking about the sex, which was marginal, I'm talking about the way you joined with me in making love. You gave me everything you had spiritually. I feel reborn. A day after I thought I had lost you forever, and I could not feel closer to you. I love you, Fred Justin Hastings. I will never do anything to put you in harms' way. I will never betray you. I will never do anything to embarrass you. I will be your loving wife and partner forever; as long as you do not tickle me."

Fred leaned back in the tub, put his head against the wall and sighed. " So, the sex was marginal, and already you are put caveats into our relationship. You can't commit to me totally. You already have to hedge your bets, and put in the 'ands', ifs', buts, and maybes."

Sharon yelled, "Will one of you get me a sharp knife. I am going to cut off his balls and hang them from the ceiling to remind him of what he used to be."

Fred laughed at her outburst.

"How long do you think they've been out there?"

"How long ago did you lock the door?

"Have you kids had lunch yet?"

"No dad, we've been busy."

"Busy doing what?"

"We were doing a survey."

"Don't anyone move, your mother and I will be right there to see the results of that survey."

Fred and Sharon could hear the girls talking spiritedly, between one another.

(Debbie) How does he always know?

(Sandy) I'm telling you he has microphones out here, and he listens to everything we say. He's not a genius. He's a cheat.

(Danni). I say he's a genius. Look at what he did to you, when he made up the courtroom situation.

(Cindy) You're right Danni, dad is a genius. He made me the judge. All I had to do was agree with him, and it made me look brilliant.

Fred opened the bedroom door and asked for the transcript of the survey. He looked at the headings of each column and shook his head.

"Sandy, would you like to take this one to court. You can call any witness, you want, including the judge, me, or your mother."

"Dad, I remember the conversation we had after the first trial. You said, 'When someone offers you something that is too good to be true, 'it is.' What are you setting me up for now?"

"Your mother and I will acknowledge that we may have said these words, and therefore, have between us 47 misdemeanors. However, we are still going to plead not guilty."

"How can you acknowledge that you said these things, and still plead not guilty?"

"Murderers, thieves, drug dealers, carjackers and every other type of criminal do it every day. If they don't, the judge can hand down the maximum on every sentence, without it going to a jury. The defendants lawyer can say this murderer was brought up in a broken home, his mother was addicted to cocaine, his father was a drug dealer, and beat him up daily. This is the only life he knew growing up, and he never had a chance to escape it. The jury can look at this evidence, and see it as an extenuating circumstance, and reduce the perpetrators sentence."

Sandy smiled at her father, and asked, "Are you looking for a plea deal?"

"No Miss Prosecuting Attorney, the defendants are pleading not guilty."

"Dad, in five minutes or less, my ass is going to be on fire, because you are going to burn it. I know this as sure as I am talking to you now."

"You could always ask the brighter of the two sisters, to be the prosecuting attorney this time."

"No thanks dad, I'll wait until Tuesday. You will hear her crying all the way from school."

"Your honor the defense needs one moment to confer, before the trial begins."

Cindy replied, "Motion is granted. You have 30 seconds."

"Your Honor, this is not a football timeout."

"Motion denied, you have 30 seconds."

Fred said, "Sharon, when she asks you about the words that we used while making love, your answer is, "I don't remember. No other answer will do, except that one, okay?"

"Fred, what are you doing to our girls this time?"

"Opening their horizons, I hope."

"Your Honor, the Defense is ready for trial."

"Your Honor, the Prosecution is also ready for trial."

"Mister Defense Attorney before you get involved in this trial, I would like to remind you, you forgot to order lunch."

"If your honor would look at her notes, I tried to remind her that this was not a football timeout, and therefore left me no time to order lunch. It meant her brain cells were running out of strawberry ice cream and not functioning properly. Therefore, lunch has been canceled, because of an overwrought jurist."

"Sandy, we are going to get whooped, again."

"Yeah, I know it."

"Miss Prosecutor, call your first witness."

"The prosecution calls Miss Sharon Williams."

Cindy said, "Mom, you're not allowed to lie, and your objection is overruled.

Fred smiled and said, "Thank you Your Honor."

"Ms. Williams, today, between the hours of 10:30 AM and 1:40 PM did you yell or say the following words multiple times: prick, dick, cocksucker, asshole, pussy, fuck my pussy, fuck my cunt, clit, bite my clit, piss, shit, fuck you, fuck me, fuck, fuck my ass, lick my asshole, and other unacceptable language in this household?"

"Ever so young and gorgeous Miss Prosecutor, 'I don't remember."

Sandy screamed, "Mom, it happened less than an hour or so ago."

"Your Honor, I object to the form of the question."

Cindy looked at her dad, and said, "I'm sorry dad, you've got me on that one."

"Sandy can't call your mother, Mom while she's on the witness stand."

"Oh yeah, counselor, get your act together, you may call the witness by her proper name or as the defendant, but you cannot call her mom, or mommy."

Sandy bit her lower lip, and said in a low voice, "Shit, here it comes!"

"Your Honor, I object."

Cindy grinned. "Yes, counselor, I heard it also. Miss Prosecutor that is one misdemeanor, and you know why."

"Your Honor, he's about to screw me, so why don't you make it two, before I say the next word that falls out of my mouth."

"If you paid attention in our civics class in high school, you know, I'm not allowed to prejudge a person's guilt or innocence."

"I thought you were sleeping during that lecture."

"I was, but you take wonderful notes."

"If you two are finished with your trip down memory lane, can we continue with this trial, or do you want to find us not guilty, due to lack of sufficient evidence."

"Miss Williams, you are saying you have no knowledge of uttering these words."

"Bright and beautiful Miss Prosecutor, I don't remember."

Sandy looked at her father, and said, "I see what is happening now. Should I use a gun or knife to end my pain."

"Of what educational value will a gun or knife be? We haven't gotten to the fun part yet."

"Fun for who, dad?"

"Fun for everyone, Sandy. You get to learn a little courtroom trickery, and see your sister get two hours in the library for not knowing how to rule on something simple."

"I'll stick around for that dad; especially if she beats me on Tuesday. I'll never live that down."

"I don't understand how you gave her two ways to win, and left yourself with only one."

Sandy's eyes lost their focus for a second, and as she realized what she did, she yelled, "You bitch, you tricked me."

Cindy pounded her fist on a pillow, looked at her father, and said, "Dad, you told her?"

Fred gave out with a big belly laugh. "Honey, there's not a whole heck of a lot she can do about it now. Your tests are in, and your grades are being tabulated. If you win or tie, your sister loses. She did not realize it, until this moment. You are the smarter sister, when you put your mind to it."

Sharon shook her head and said, "Fred, do you know why they will never invite you to a negotiating table."

"No dear, why won't they invite me to a negotiating table?"

"You love to start trouble. If there isn't any trouble, you will find a way to start some. Those two haven't had a harsh word to say to each other, since they learned how to walk. You have been with us for a little more than a year, and pretty soon they are going to have guns pointed at each other's heads. Please stop this before it gets out of hand."

"Sandy, would you tell your mother who started this situation, and why?"

Sandy looked at her cheat of a sister, and said, "We did."

"Did I have anything to do with setting up your bet?"

"No dad, it was strictly between us."

"Since your mother believes I am such a vile, and vindictive person, I am going to have to ask you to break your vow of silence. Tell your mother, what the bet is, so she knows I have no way to profit from the end result. You can ask your sister for permission, if it is necessary."

"Cindy, I don't want mom and dad to get into another fight. I am going to tell them what our bet is. I want your permission, but whether you say yes or no, I am going to do it."

"Tell them, but if you leave one thing out, I will use a paddle on you, instead of my hand."

"You are still going to lose."

"In a pig's eye, you don't stand a chance."

"Enough girls, tell me, before I hit your father over the head with one of you."

"Mom, Cindy and I were doing equally well in Economics. We made a bet on the midterm exam, and she cheated."

"I did not! I took advantage of the 'smarter sister,' and she never saw it coming."

"Girls, get back to the point, please."

"The bet is, 'If I win, I get to spank Cindy, in front of everyone, 10 times. Here is where I say she cheated, and I missed it. If she wins, or TIES ME, on the exam, she gets to spank me, in front of everyone. We studied apart, and we studied like animals for that test. We were the last ones to finish. The results come out Tuesday. You will hear the results of the test, without the use of any electronic device."

"You left one thing out Sandy. You didn't do the third extra credit question."

"I didn't see the third extra credit question."

"All you had to do was go down to the bottom of the page, where it said, 'Over.'"

"You bitch. The extra credit points don't count towards the exam anyhow. They go into a separate area."

"That's bullshit and you know it, Sandy."

Sharon looked at her oldest daughter's, and said, "That's it? That is what this whole thing is about? I'm getting ready to rip your father's head off, and you two are worried about spanking each other."

"Mom, Sandy has been holding being this older sister routine over my head ever since I can remember. At first it did not bother me, until the last two years of high school. She introduced me to everyone as her little sister, baby sister, or younger sister. She never introduced me as her sister, or her twin sister. I felt like she's doing it to be spiteful or hurtful, and to lord it over me that she is nine minutes older than I am. She was always smarter than I was; or at least I thought she was, until Fred came along. He said I was the smarter sister. Something inside of me opened up, and I believed him. I started doing better in school. I tried harder, and when I drew even with Sandy in Economics, I came up with this bet. I want desperately to knock her down a peg or two, and put her in her place. I am her sister, not some broken hand-me-down."

Sandy was mute. She did not know how to respond to her sister. It never occurred to her that Cindy would take offense to the way she was introduced. She had always done it playfully, and never with harmful intent. She looked at her mother, and remembered all the years of abuse she had gone through to protect her and her sisters. Now, she stood accused of abusing her own sister. As has her brain analyzed the situation, and looked at it from Cindy's point of view, she was guilty. Her eyes filled up with tears, she looked at Cindy and cried, "I am so sorry." She ran out of the house as fast as her legs could carry her.

Cindy followed her to the door, and yelled, "No!"

Fred dressed as fast as he could, and ran after her. Thankfully, a neighbor was in her yard, and was able to point out the direction she had gone. Fred continued the chase.

Sharon dressed, herded everyone into their Mercedes Van and took up pursuit. She found them 4 miles down the road.

Fred was yelling, and waving his arms at Sandy, which was very unlike him. He was always cool under pressure and never raised his voice.

Sharon kept everyone in the van, until Fred calmed down.

Finally, Sandy started crying, and put her head on his chest. He held on to her as if she was his last breath of air. Finally, they walked over to the van, got in, and Sharon drove them all home.

As soon as they entered the house, Fred said, "Everyone sit down at the table, it seems this family has secrets it has kept from one another and it's time to air them out."

"Sharon from the look on your face. I take it you had no idea there was a problem between your two older girls."

"No, I thought everything was fine. There was no hint of trouble between them."

"Danni, Debbie, did you have any idea there was trouble brewing between them?"

The younger twins looked at each other and shrugged. Debbie said, "It came as news to us, dad. Danni, and I don't have any problems that we can't work out between ourselves. Am I right, Danni?"

"Debbie is correct, dad. We have found some very delightful ways to settle our disputes recently."

Fred looked at the older twins, and said, "That leaves the two of you, and your mother and I a problem. I'm going to separate you two for your own good, and the good of the family unit. I am not going to play favorites, I'm going to make this equally hard on both of you. Neither of you are allowed to talk, until I finish.

At the end of this semester, Cindy, you are transferring to the University of Maryland, in Baltimore. You are not allowed to come home during the semester, except during breaks. Sandy, you are staying in College Park, but the same goes for you. The only difference is Cindy gets the van. She will be in an urban setting and needs transportation. Apparently, there has been a cancer growing between you two, and instead of talking about it, Cindy, you let it grow under your skin, until it metastasized. I am going to cut this cancer out, before it spreads any further, and kills you both.