"Cin, I don't know if you're smarter than I am, but I think you're getting as sneaky as dad."
"Thank you, Sandy, that means a lot to me."
Cindy called Roslyn and was able to get the book for Sandy.
While Cindy was busy doing that, Sandy made an appointment with their guidance counselor. Her next opening was in two weeks, and she scheduled their appointments for 4 P.M.
As they were preparing for their 1 PM class, the chime on their laptops went off telling them there was an email waiting.
From the lawyer in the family to two errant females: There was no response to my last message? Are you quiet, or are you quite angry again?"
In re: Know it all lawyer in the family.
You blew it once more. You used the incorrect adjective at the end of the sentence. It is not 'Again.' 'Still' is the appropriate adjective. Go back to school and study harder.
Cindy and Sandy
Sandy looked at her sister and said, "I think we are treading a very thin line."
"How much more can he punish us? We are banned from the house. We can't speak to mom. We can't speak to Debbie or Danni. He has effectively cut us off from our family. We either fight for our rights, or we lose everything we have ever had. It will be worse than when we were with our biological father."
"I will never let that happen. I will not lose mom and the girls. I love them too much."
"I think we have time for one more email."
"Dear mom, we don't know if you will ever see this, because we don't know if he censures your mail or not. We have just had a talk and have decided that Fred has gone too far. He has banned us from our home. He has banned us from seeing you. He has banned us from seeing our sisters. Effectively, he has turned into our biological father, and is attempting to destroy our family. We will not allow that to happen, because we love the three of you so much. We have not decided on a course of action yet, but whatever it may be, know that we are doing it, because we did not want to lose the thing we love the most, OUR FAMILY.
All our love, Cindy and Sandy
Cindy pressed send, closed her laptop, and she and her sister headed off for class. They were not 20 feet outside their dormitory when the chime on their laptops went off.
Sandy laughed. "I guess he's pissed."
Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "I would say we have his attention."
The email sign stayed on for the next 90 minutes as they suffered through their English class. They had spoken this language all their lives; how could it be this hard to understand.
The class filed out of the auditorium, but they stayed seated, waiting for a little privacy. They opened the email and saw an attachment. They opened it and there was their mother looking, smiling at them.
"Hello my babies. Fred never censures my mail. I see everything that comes in that is addressed to me. He is not an ogre like your father was. He was trying to get a message through to you. It appears that it has worked. How often do you talk to each other now? Not only talk, how often do you listen to each other? You are making plans, together, to get rid of him, one way, or another. You are working as a team. It is a lot different now, than it was when you were trying to win the Economics challenge, isn't it. You said, "...you had not decided on a course of action yet, but whatever it may be, know that We are doing it because We did not want to lose the thing we love the most, OUR FAMILY."
When you made a bet between each other, you were breaking the fabric of the family. Regardless of who spanked whom, it would always be remembered. A rift would have formed, and always be remembered by the two of you. It never could be repaired. One of you would always have that to hold over your sister's head. Your father could not let that happen. He wanted you to be sisters more than he wanted you to be competitors on an exam. You both got one 100% on your economics exam. Cindy you got 80 extra credits. Sandy you got 40 extra credits. The professor noted on your test that you didn't do the last two extra credit questions. He wondered why; and wants to speak to you about it, after your next class.
We are extremely proud of both of you. Your banishment is over, you may resume your normal schedule starting this weekend if you so desire. Fred said if you are angry with him he will stay at hotel, until you go back to school. We await your reply. I love you, my girls. You are my life."
Sandy looked at Cindy, "Dammit, why are his lessons so hard to understand?"
"I guess because if they were easy he wouldn't need him to teach them to us. I always feel like an idiot when I find out what I was supposed to learn, and how long it took me to learn it. It seems so simple to understand it now that mom said it. Without those words it was like peering into outer space. It's just a black void, with little dots of light trillions of miles away that you'll never reach in one lifetime."
From the top row of the auditorium they heard, "I'm looking for two errant females, with weeks of dirty laundry, looking for free ride home, with a dumb lawyer."
Cindy and Sandy screamed, "FRED!" They charged up a multilevel staircase to get to him.
They wrapped their arms tightly around him.
"Fred, why are your lessons so hard to learn?"
"Because they are the only ones worth learning. The simple ones anyone can learn. The hard ones make you think, and make you a better person. What happened to you over the last few weeks made both of you search your very souls for answers. You got angry with yourselves, and with me. You got so angry with me; you were ready to kill me for trying to break up the family. You didn't realize you stumbled upon the answer to the problem. I will never allow this family to be torn apart. How many times have I said it to each of you? Think about it, think about first day we met, and the conditions we were first introduced. They were not exactly what you would consider ideal. I promised you that day, nothing bad would ever happen to you, didn't I?"
The girls said, "Yes Fred, you promised us we would never be hurt."
"Have I kept that promise?"
Sandy said, "No, you make my brain hurt."
Fred laughed. "Sandy, brains don't have nerve endings. They can't feel a thing."
"Can we go home now, I want to see mom."
"Don't you want to buy cable ties first?"
"How do you know about that?"
"I have spies everywhere."
"No you don't, you're lying."
"Explain to me how I would know about the cable ties?"
"You're making my head hurt again; what are we having for dinner?"
"I'm sure if you call your mother and tell her you are coming home for a long weekend, she'll whip something up for you."
Cindy pushed the buttons on her cell phone, and when her mom answered she heard, "Lasagna, we are on our way home and I want lasagna, please."
"Who said you could come home on a Wednesday?"
"A very good lawyer, a friend of the family, and your fiancé."
"Oh, is that where he snuck off to. Okay, tell him to bring home two loaves of Italian bread, four cloves of garlic, a large bottle of cold pressed extra virgin olive oil, and the two of you. He can forget everything else, but he can't forget the two of you."
"Mom, I'm driving, Cindy's navigating, and dads going to be in the back, trussed up in cable ties."
"Young woman, who gave you permission to read that book?"
"You read it too mom? What did you think of it?"
"Don't you try to change the subject; answer my question young lady?"
"I am over 18 years old, and can read anything that is published mother, even that piece of trash."
"I paid $29.95 for that piece of trash."
"We just pass it around the dormitory. We are smarter than our parents."
"I guess where having Burger King for dinner."
"Mom, you wouldn't do that to us, would you?"
"You are smarter than I am. Lasagna takes an awful lot of hard work to make. I can buy Burger King at the drive-through window. Even I know which is easier."
"I'll do my own laundry."
"You have a deal. Get your ass home, I want to kiss it."
Fred drove home, while the girls did homework on the computers in the back. When he turned onto the street they lived, Fred heard a little commotion in the back. As the garage door closed, he realized why. Cindy and Sandy were naked. They threw their clothes into their laundry bags, jumped out of the van, and in nothing but their tennis shoes, ran into the house screaming for their mother.
Sharon was stirring the meat sauce as her eldest daughters ran through the kitchen and into her arms. It seemed like nine weeks instead of nine days since they had seen her. Tears flowed from her children's eyes. Even though they claimed to be adults, they were still her babies, and always would be.
Sharon told Cindy to bend over. When she assumed the position, her mother kissed her ass as she promised.
Sandy said, "Hey, what about me?"
Sharon replied, "I never promised to kiss your ass, but come here and I'll think of something."
Sandy approached her mother, and was delighted when her mother lowered her head and sucked on the nipple of her left breast. She held her mother's head there and said, "It is so good to be home."
Cindy started to say something, but the look Fred gave her made her think twice. She stopped, nodded her head. She had indeed learned her lesson. This was FAMILY, and everyone in HER FAMILY would be treated EQUALLY!
They were still naked, drinking orange juice and watching their mother prepare the lasagna when Debbie and Danny walked in through the front door. They screamed with joy, when they saw their sisters standing in the kitchen. They dropped their books and ran to them. They asked 100 questions about their banishment; and how they did on their exams. The questioning stopped when Danni said, "Your naked, have you started without us? We haven't had sex since dad sent you away. He said it wouldn't be fair to you if we were having fun while you were suffering. I thought it was bullshit, but I don't make the rules; he does. Oh God, did I just say that word out loud?"
She turned her head to her father, who had a large grin on his face. She looked at her mother, who was nodding her head.
"I haven't been punished in nine days. You two come home, and within 10 minutes I screw up. Thanks a lot guys, I truly appreciate it."
Fred looked at his youngest and said, "Due to extenuating circumstances, I am going to allow you to get away with this one time. The next time it happens, it will take an act of God to get you out of trouble."
Danni went over to her father, grasped him around the waist, apologized for her misdemeanor, and thanked him for his leniency.
She said, "Dad, most of all, my tiny ass thanks you."
"What a wonderful way to thank me, Danni. I think I'll have a piece of it later tonight."
Danni's eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Does anyone have a needle and thread; my big mouth just got me in trouble again."
Fred laughed as he hugged Danni tight. She was so tiny, but she was as better than gold.
Sharon looked at her fiancé with a smile on her face. "Fred, there is an hour and a half until dinner. After the girls set the table, do you think you can find something to keep them occupied?"
Fred did not have a chance to answer. Four youthful females charged around the kitchen taking out plates, silverware, glasses, napkins, bread trays, and butter dishes. The table was set perfectly in 90 seconds. White House butlers, using micrometers, could not have done it any better.
The four young women waited for Fred's instructions. They knew better than to jump to any conclusions.
"Well, Cindy said she would do her own laundry, she can start on that. Debbie and Danni have school tomorrow, so they have homework to do. They should do that before dinner. That leaves me with Sandy for a little while, until Cindy finishes her chores and is able to join us. If she stuffs a washing machine with all her clothes at one time, she will pay for it dearly, and I do mean dearly."
Much to his surprise, Sandy asked, "Can I help Cindy with the laundry? We do our whites together to make one load. Then we have two loads of color wash afterwards. It is how we do it at school."
"That's an excellent idea. Do it, and when you are finished, I will meet you upstairs."
8 feet went in separate directions, two mouths were grumbling, because they had to do their homework. The other two went to divide and conquer their laundry.
Fred took a wooden spoon, dipped it in the meat sauce, and tasted it. "Sharon, you absolutely amaze me. This sauce is absolutely fantastic, just like you."
He moved behind her, grabbed her hips, kissed her neck, and nibbled on her ear lobes. His hands moved to her breasts and fondled them, as her head leaned back onto his shoulder.
"Fred, I'll burn the sauce."
He reached over and lowered the flame under the large pot. He continued his ministrations to her breasts, and neck, while his right hand moved down her flank and found the button on her skirt. He bit her earlobe gently, squeezed his tip of her nipple, and loosed the button at the same time. The skirt fell to the floor around her feet.
"Fred, dinner will be late."
"Yes dear, but you will cum early."
He lowered her panties to the floor turned her around and smothered her mouth with his. She put her arms around his neck as he picked her up, and slowly pushed himself inside her.
"Why couldn't you have been my first Fred? My life would have been perfect."
"Don't think about him. Think about the girls he gave you. They are treasures I would not have given you. You would be lost without them. We both had terrible starts in life. Now we have the rest of our lives to live happily."
They were in the throes of making love, when Cindy and Sandy walked out of the laundry room. They had never been allowed to watch their parents make love, so this was a special time for them. They did not make sound or a movement that would disturb them. They watched their mothers face and saw her glow as Fred passionately and pleasurably took their mother her higher and higher towards her orgasm. It turned out not to be one, or two, but more than they could count. She seemed to roll from one orgasm to another, without stopping in between.
When Fred released inside their mother, his head dropped to her bosom. He seemed to lose all his strength, but he never let her go. She was resting in his arms, with her head on his shoulder. He carried her, past them into the den, and lay her down on the couch.
Sandy ran to get a comforter to cover her. She handed it to Fred, and backed away. He nodded, and placed it over his love. He kissed her, put his deflated penis back into his pants, and walked out of the room.
Sandy said, "Dad, we weren't spying on you. We put the laundry into the washing machine and walked into the kitchen. We saw the two of you making love, and we didn't want to disturb you. We just froze where we were, not moving, talking, or even breathing. We don't want you to be angry with us, it was an accident."
Fred smiled at two of his daughters. "Do you think your mother and I didn't realize the two of you might walk in on us after you sorted your clothes, and started the wash? It is just another life lesson. It is the difference between sex, and making love. When you go out on your own, and believe you have found that special someone to spend your life with, that is what it is supposed to look and feel like. What did your bodies tell you while you were watching us? Were we just fucking each other for the heck of it; or are we madly, passionately, and deeply committed to one another. I love the four of you children like you are my own. I will make love to all of you and make you feel cherished. I can never make you feel like I feel for your mother, because she and I are attached to one another at a different level. I hope you can understand that now."
"Is your brain hurting again Sandy? Is he teaching too many tough lessons to you two in one day?"
The two girls walked over to their half-dressed mother, and asked, "How can you stand him, mom? Is he always in teaching mode? Does he always make you think when he's alone with you?"
"No, my dears, sometimes we do some really fun things at the spur of the moment. Of course, it makes dinner late, but your father doesn't seem to mind, and honestly, neither do I."
Cindy and Sandy looked at each other, and communicated in their own private way. They smiled, turned to their parents and Cindy said, "Dad, why don't you take mom upstairs. Sandy and I will finish making dinner. We promise not to ruin it."
Sharon glanced at their daughters and said, "You do realize what you're giving up, don't you?"
"Yes, but we always have tomorrow, while the younger ones are at school."
Sharon gave them a brief set of directions, turned, grabbed Fred by his belt, and pulled him towards the stairwell.
Sandy giggled. "Cindy, I think mom was horny."
"I don't know how she has any strength remaining after what we saw. She was just hanging on for dear life, and dad didn't have her braced against anything. It was brute muscle power that kept them together, but their lovemaking was so intense and passionate, I don't think either of them realizes how much energy they used to stay upright."
"Well sis, at least we let them use a bed this time. Let's check the clothes, and see if they're done. We have an hour to ourselves; we can watch a movie or do homework. What do you think?"
"Homework, a movie is too long, and we will wind up burning dinner. There would be repercussions for doing that from both dad and mom."
"Oh no, double trouble, I vote against that. Maybe we should put panties on, and sit on the floor in front of the stove, while the lasagna cooks. We will be sure to see if anything starts to go wrong."
"No panties, just towels. When our laundry is done, we will put on warm panties; they always feel so good."
Sandy laughed. "Admit it, Cindy; you just want your pussy to get warm."
"Guilty as charged."
Sharon took him by his little head, and spoke to its single eye, "Are you finished teaching for today? I hope so, otherwise you going to be in the dark about a lot of things."
Suddenly, she put all 8 ½ inches of him was in the dark; just below her Adams Apple. It was being squeezed by the muscles of her throat. Fred's eyes were closed tightly as his hands remained bound to the headboard.
"I don't like this Sharon, I feel useless."
In the best English she could vocalize Sharon said, "Mmmm hmmmnn." Her head continued worshiping his phallus, as her hands played with his plums and his anus. Every time he tried to close the muscles of his ass, she squeezed his plums, until he screamed. His screaming had the effect of loosening his sphincter muscles. Two of her fingers shot up inside him in search of his prostate gland. Her fingers were short. She used her shoulders to raise his legs higher and higher up her back. Finally she found it and he was hers. Every time she pressed on his prostate, she tormented him to the point of orgasm, and then backed away. Her mouth was working its magic on one end, and her fingers were keeping him on edge at the other end.
He screamed, "Sharon, I've got to cum, please let me cum."
She lifted her mouth off of him, took a deep breath, licked the mushroom on top of his monster, kissed it, lifted her head, smiled at him, and said, "NO." Her head dove down on his missile like object until it was wedged in her throat, and his hips were afoot in the air. His scream could be heard throughout a household.
Danni and Debbie rushed out of their room to see if Fred was okay. Not knowing he was in the bedroom with their mother, they rushed downstairs to speak with her about all the noise. When they saw Cindy and Sandy sitting on the floor studying, Debbie asked, "What the heck is going on up there?"
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