Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 10

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Sandy said for her group, "Our mother has explained to us what her parents did, when she was raped at 15 years old, and became pregnant with Cindy and me. Our father made the next 17 years of her life hell on earth. If it were not for the four of us, she would have left him 16 years ago. We do not need to hear that story all over again."

Director Free's twins looked at each other, but did not say thing. He asked them what they wanted to do.

Harmony said, "Dad, we are discussing it."

Sandy, Cindy, Danni, and Debbie roared with laughter.

Fred looked at them and said, "Stop that right now."

Director Free looked at Fred and said, "I forgot about them?"

"Yes sir, all four of them. The only one in my new family that does not have that ability is their mother. She spanks me when I am bad."

The Director said, "Fred, you are under arrest for being criminally insane. You are marrying into a family, where four girls are telepath's, and a woman who is so small you cannot defend yourself from her. You are out of your mind. You would be better off in Leavenworth."

Dolores Free swung her pocketbook, and hit the Director in the center of his chest. It knocked him back 3 feet, before he was able to regain his balance. He looked at her and asked, "What do you have in there, one of your clients?"

"No, it is a Taser. It is for men like you who have trains in their head, instead of brains."

Julia Atwater walked into the entryway and asked Clark, "Why are our guests still in here?"

"Dear, it would take too long to explain. Let's just move everyone into the lounge, unless Melody and Harmony haven't finished discussing what they want to do."

The two young women nodded their heads at each other and said, "The six of us want to go to the playroom."

Director Free looked at Fred in horror. "We have to keep our children apart. There is no telling what damage they could do to this country if they get together."

"Sir, we have to keep these kids a secret from the CIA, and the NSA. If they find out our children are telepath's we may never see them again."

Director Free's frown turned into a smile. Fred you are a genius. I will call them first thing in the morning."

The next thing the director knew he was that he was on the floor. "Dolores you have to stop that. You know I was almost kidding, and getting knocked down by a woman is not a good thing for the image of the Director of the FBI."

"Michael, I know you were almost kidding about the children, and that is what worries me. As far as your image is concerned, when you make the call to either one of those agencies, make sure you call a hospital, because I am going to beat the daylights out of you."

Michael Free raised himself up off the floor, to his full 6 foot 4 inch height. He squared his shoulders, pulled in his gut, puffed out his chest, and said, "Yes dear."

In the lounge, Michael explained that the vetting process for Sharon was complete and that no problems had arisen, which would keep Fred from marrying her. Her husband's finances were a problem, but that had no bearing on her at all.

He told the complete and unabridged story of what happened to her, when she was raped repeatedly in school. Two janitors watched it happen. Instead of stopping it, they walked to the principal's office and reported it. The principal did not want a black mark on his or the schools record, and never reported it to the police. When Sharon reported it to the school nurse, she said she was lying, and to go back to class. She went home and told her parents. Her father spoke to the principal, who told him she was lying. When she wound up pregnant, her father kicked her out of the house, because he didn't want any more mouths to feed. Her father knew she was raped, but he was paid off by the father of the boy who raped Sharon. They arranged for the two of them to get married, and the boy would work for the father, and learn his business.

Michael Free explained that since her father threw you out, he had been investigated by Social Services 8 times, for beating his wife, and children. Your mother died, under suspicious circumstances, almost 9 years ago. He remarried 7 weeks after she was buried, and he had not received her insurance money yet. The man had balls.

At this time, he is in debt up to his ears; however, he still finds a way to pay for a hooker or two every week. We believe, but we cannot be sure because of privacy laws, that he is infected with HIV. He is not currently working, because of a phony back ailment. He has applied for disability, but we have taken pictures that will make sure he never gets it. He will probably find himself in jail, because he lied on official documents in the attempt to fool the system."

Sharon asked Director Free not to send her father to jail.

When he asked her why, she said, "If you send him to prison, it is a better deal for him than collecting Workers' Compensation. With Workers Comp he only collects money every month, and he has to budget for everything. If he goes to prison, he gets three meals a day, a clean place to sleep, recreation facilities, medical and dental care. All he has to do is mow the lawn, or pick up trash in return, because of his age, and medical conditions. Deny his Workers Comp claim, and let him live on the streets for all I care. I will walk up to him, say hello, and throw a jar of piss on him."

"Okay Sharon, your father does not go to jail, unless he commits a violent crime. He will not get Workers Compensation either.

Sharon said thank you, and asked, "What happened to my brothers and sister?"

"Your oldest brother, William is in the Navy, serving on a supply ship. He has been in the service for seven years and it looks like he is going to make a career out of it.

Your sister, Carol, is in the Air Force. She works in the administrative section of a training squadron, at Lackland Air Force Base. She reenlisted last year and is currently in her fifth year of duty. Neither one of them is married

We have not been able to track down your youngest brother Bart. The last time anyone saw him was when he turned 18 years old. Your father threw him an 18th birthday party. Apparently, he left the house during the middle of the night, while everyone was sleeping. He has never heard from since."

Sharon asked, "Are you sure my father did not arrange for him to disappear, like the suspicious death of my mother?"

"Sharon there is always that possibility. However, until there is proof of wrongdoing, there is nothing I can do to pursue it."

"I know that Mister Free. I also know that Bart would always keep in touch with Carol. They were always tied at the hip. They finished each other's sentences; they got the same grades in school. If you were standing with one of them and asked where the other was, they would answer without hesitation, and they would be right. Ask Carol where Bart is. She will tell you where he is, and if he is dead or alive. If he is dead, you know who killed him."

Trying to change the morbid conversation, Fred asked how long it would take for an uncontested divorce to be completed, in the Commonwealth of Virginia.

Dolores Free stated with confidence it would take between 90 and 180 days.

Fred said that was too long. He asked his boss if he would have any problem if Sharon were to get a divorce in Nevada.

His reply was, "No."

He then told everyone what Sharon and his temporary plans were, and he would refine them after he received more detailed information from Nevada on the divorce laws, and Virginia on the marriage procedures. He asked his boss if he knew of any important legislation or legal questions in the pipeline that would keep him from taking Sharon on a honeymoon. She has never had one, and he really want to show her a good time.

The Attorney General said he was not aware of anything of great importance. He would check with the Presidents' Chief of Staff to see if any opinions were going to be needed in short order. He would also touch base with the judiciary committees of the House and Senate. He said, "Otherwise, Fred just give me the dates, and I will clear my calendar for two weeks and go sailing, on Julia."

Julia Atwater laughed. "He means the boat named "Julia!" The Julia, who he named the boat after, hates the open water, because it moves. When it moves, it makes the boat move. When the boat moves, you cannot read, sew, needlepoint, crochet, knit, or do a crossword puzzle because you keep losing your place. You cannot even sail a boat in a straight line, you have to do it in a great circle, otherwise; you wind up in the wrong place on the map. They give you a map, it is filled with squares, and after they tell you how to use that map, they tell you it is not accurate, because the Earth is round. I will stay on dry land, because if a sign tells me I am heading north on Pennsylvania Avenue, I know it is lying, because Pennsylvania Avenue goes East and West, except where it makes the right turn when it runs into U.S. 1, then it is going north; I think."

Everyone in the room laughed, with Julia, as she cracked up over her map jokes. She had her pilot's license, and flew their JetStar back and forth, to their home in Connecticut. This did not endear them to their Secret Service squad. However, they did not charge the government the cost of the airfare, for the men and women assigned to protect them on their trips home and back to Washington, and it was much nicer for those men and women, than sitting in coach, with 250 of your 'closest' friends.

At 7 PM a young man in a tuxedo came to the door and said dinner was served.

Everyone stood up and started to move when Fred said, "Wait one minute."

He stood in the midst of the adults concentrating for approximately 15 seconds, until the General asked him what he was doing.

He said, "Sir, I am trying to call the girls to dinner."

Michael Free started belly laughing. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a long while. He said to Fred, "If they come running, you are going to the NSA with them."

Fred replied, "As long as I can take Sharon with me, I do not care where you send me."

Dolores looked at Julia Atwater and said, "Did our husbands ever have it that bad."

Julia replied, "Hell no; Clark married me for my money and because I was a Republican. He had to show the citizens of Connecticut that he was not a bleeding heart Democratic liberal, otherwise he would never have been elected governor."

Fred interrupted the Attorney General's wife. "Mrs. Atwater, I do not mean to be rude or uppity but we beat that Republican know-it-all by 11.2%. When the election was over we had $6.7 million left in the bank and donations were still coming in. He married you because you had a cute, how did you put that sir, what is the last car on a train called?"

The Attorney General said, "Caboose, Fred. She had a cute caboose."

"That is right. Mrs. Atwater, the governor married you because you had a cute caboose."

Fred got hit from the left and right. Dolores Free hit him with her pocketbook and Sharon hit him with a left hook. Sharon said to him, "You certainly do know how to win friends and influence people, but you also must learn how not to insult their wives. It has been known for a wife to influence her husband's hiring and firing decisions."

"What did I say that was wrong? All I did was repeat what was said by my Governor, a man I respect and admire."

The Attorney General looked at him and said, "Fred, shut up before we all get taken down tonight."

"Yes Sir."

When they arrived in the dining room the six girls were standing there, looking at each other, but not uttering a word. There was the occasional giggle and nodding of the head, but no words were spoken.

Michael said to Fred, "If they made a movie out of this, it would be a horror show."

Dolores said, "Girls are we interrupting anything?"

Melody said, "Mom; Harmony and I are having the best time. These girls are the best we have ever met. We are totally in tune with them. We even went into separate rooms and were able to communicate with one another. Isn't that fabulous?"

Fred looked at the director and said, "How about Yucca Mountain?"

"They would know all the department of energy's secrets in less than a month Fred. We will have to go deeper."

"Deep-sea or deep space, sir?"

"I think space would be better, there is more of it, and the Russians are going nowhere near it."

"The North Koreans are threatening to launch into space, sir."

"When they do, it will cost them half their economic activity for a year, a third of their fuel quota, and they will have to use their only working 1955 radio."

"But sir, that radio is a classic."

"I know, but it only picks up Mongolian stations."

"Ladies, and gentlemen, please be seated. I would say boy, girl, boy, girl, but there appears to be many more girls here tonight, than boys. We have one rule at this table, and it is that each person has to speak about a topic they are interested in. Anything at all is fair game. Silence is not allowed. You cannot be skipped over. So you will not be intimidated by the likes of Fred, who is always trying to talk over my head. The youngest of our women will start and we will go around the table from that point. As it happens, we are seated perfectly. Each young woman will get a chance to go before any adult will have a chance to speak. If any questions are asked, the question and the answer must pertain to the speech, and it has a time limit of two minutes. Melody I believe you are the youngest; so you may begin.

Thank you Mister Atwater; during my time tonight I would like to discuss my father's Neanderthal attitude towards 16-year-old young women's wearing of Cut-Off Shorts, and Crop Tops.

Michael Free said under his breath, "I want to die."

The End

Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father

Chapter 10

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AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
Get an editor!

Way to much gratuitous sex and sophomoric banter.

This has good merit as a story but is being derailed by the ungodly vast quantity of sex scenes and endless childish banter that would be expected from high schoolers. The dialogue does not fit the characters.

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