Chapter 11

I found Emily and Brenda working in the kitchen, putting everything back in order from the lunch we'd just had.

"Brenda, Joyce and I are taking Shirley over to Mama's tonight for a few hours. We need for you to watch all three babies. Can you do that for us?" I saw the look that passed between Brenda and Emily.

"Kenny, we thought you'd be with me tonight. Remember, it's still my turn, because I missed it before?"

"Brenda, I thought tonight was going to be our night too, and I was looking forward to it. Shirley just told me she's ready to try it with Joyce and me tonight, and I told her I'd set it up for us."

"This is a good time of the month for making a baby too, Kenny. You haven't forgotten about that, have you?"

"Brenda, you finish up in here, while I go talk to Joyce. When I'm done, I'll take you up to the roof, and show you what it looks like from way up there. We don't even have to count it as part of your time with me. Tomorrow, if you can get Emily to do it, I'd like to fuck both of you in your room, together. Wednesday is Joyce's day, and she wants you to join us then too. You're going to be getting so much of my dick this week, that you'll be begging me to leave you alone, so you can rest your tired little kitty."

"Really? When you do it with us when it isn't our day, that doesn't count?"

"The only thing that counts is that everyone gets to have a day. That's all Joyce wants. Hurry up and get things finished in here. I'll be back in five minutes. Will you be ready to go then?"

Brenda nodded that she would, and I watched Emily's face. I could see some of her old resentment, but she didn't say anything to me. I was going to need to tell Brenda to have a talk with Emily about controlling her jealousy better. I also needed to get Emily more comfortable with Joyce very soon. I had visions in the back of my mind about Joyce and I both treating Emily very roughly. By herself, Joyce could never overpower Emily, but with my help, it would be very easy for her. Given the way Emily usually reacted to rough treatment, having Joyce participating with me should make a huge difference in her attitude towards Joyce. I needed to be careful that Brenda and Emily didn't gang up on Joyce after though. I went looking for my wife.

"Joyce, can I talk with you for a minute, in private?" She and Ellen were still talking about computers, and Ellen was pulling up lots of pieces of different data on Joyce's computer screen. Joyce seemed reluctant to take a break from what they were doing. "It's about Shirley and us going over to Mama's house tonight." Joyce's head came away from the monitor finally when I said that.

"Ellen, can you give us just a minute, please?" Ellen moved off to her own office. I knew she was dying to find out what this was all about. She had always been too interested in my business or in Shirley's.

I started wondering how Joyce would react if I told her I thought I should fuck Ellen a few times? I didn't know why that had suddenly popped up in my mind. I wouldn't want her as part of our family group, but, if she was going to be a part of our company, I needed to have a better feeling about her reliability and loyalty, before we left for Lawrence.

"You seem to be learning a lot from Ellen, about this computer stuff." I was curious about how Joyce was reacting to being the student rather than the teacher.

"What's this about going to Mama's tonight?" Joyce had brought me back from my reverie with her question.

"I talked to Emily and Shirley today. I think I've found a way to make this group thing work, but it's going to be a little different from what you were planning on. Shirley has agreed to have sex with both of us tonight, over in my room at Mama's house. Brenda already said she would watch all the babies for us."

"Tonight? Kenny, I need to study those manuals tonight. Ellen has been showing me what she's been able to learn from them. I don't really have the time tonight."

"Joyce, I thought you wanted me to give this group thing a fair test? I've gone to a lot of trouble, for you, to get some things fixed, so it was all set up. You need to decide what is more important to you. You can study those manuals tomorrow, here at work. Tonight, we're doing Shirley. Tomorrow night, you can study while I'm doing Emily and Brenda. On Wednesday, you and I are doing Brenda. Thursday, we're doing Emily. You can't be bringing your work home with you every night. We have a family now, and they need your attention more than this business does. I'm taking Brenda up to the roof now, and we'll try to get a baby started up there. I'm was also thinking that it might be a good idea for me to fuck Ellen a few times, before we leave for Lawrence. I want you to think about that first though, and let me know what you think."

"I've created a monster. Kenny, you can't just spring things on me like this. We barely have time to get things ready, before we leave, as it is. If we keep up the schedule you're suggesting, I'll be too tired to get any work done."

"Okay. Who should we cancel then? You tell me who, and I'll do it."

"No. Did you really get Emily to agree to Thursday?"

"Brenda's going to make her do it. We're both going to treat her rough. You'll see how she gets when I force her to take whatever I decide I'm giving her. Unless that's one of the ones you want to cancel?"

I could see the excitement in Joyce's eyes. I knew Emily was going to be in for a long and rough night on Thursday.

"Tonight, what time are we going to go over to Mama's? I'll need to feed the twins, and put them down before we leave. Shirley has to get Derek down too. How long are we going to be gone?"

"Until we both make Shirley cum so much that she begs us to stop. Of course, we won't listen to her then, unless you've gotten your fill to. We could cancel though, if you're really too busy?"

"I'd have all of tomorrow to study. Ellen can be a lot of help to me. You won't believe how well she's learned all this stuff, Kenny. She knows a lot more than I do about this software. Why did you say you thought you should sleep with her?"

"I don't want to sleep with her. I thought it might be good for me to fuck her a few times. Good fucking makes girls feel more loyal. Ellen has had a difficult time with loyalty in the past. That worries me. I don't want to take too many chances with her while we're all up in Lawrence."

"You just want to fuck her, that's all. How will you do it?"

"You can't always tell what might happen. For right now, I'd feel better about trusting her, if I'd had my dick in her. I probably should have done it before, and saved myself a lot of trouble with her."

"Why are you taking Brenda up to the roof? We've got that bed in there, and no one ever uses it."

"You want me to fuck Brenda in there while you and Ellen are working out here? You know the mess she makes when I get her going. I'm not sure Shirley is ready to see me doing Brenda at the office, and Emily might have a big problem with it too."

"Go tell them that you're going to fuck Brenda in the bedroom. If they don't like it, they can cover their ears or something. Would you get mad if Ellen and I walked through, on our way to the kitchen for some coffee? I just want to see how Ellen reacts to seeing you and Brenda fucking."

Joyce's eyes were two beady, shining, points of light. I recognized that look. All of this was one big turn on for her. I could see she wanted to be a part of the planning, something about that turned her on as well. It had to be part of some control thing she needed to have.

I went in and told Brenda that there had been a change in plans, that we were going to need to fuck right on the bed next door. She just smiled.

"Emily, you need to stay here in the kitchen while we're fucking. After I'm done, you can come out. Maybe Brenda will still be horny then. If she orders you to do things with her then, you'll do what she asks, right?" Emily was trapped. Did she mean what she told me, or was it another attempt to buy herself some time?

"Emily, you come in and watch Kenny fucking me. He's going to get me pregnant today, and you should be there. She can watch, can't she?" Brenda turned to me. I knew she was taking control of Emily for me. She knew that her control of Emily was much stronger than mine. She wanted me to be sure to know that it was. If Brenda was going to be mine and Joyce's to control, then Emily was going to be hers. I understood that now. Brenda needed to be on top somewhere. I nodded that it was okay. I told Brenda to get undressed, and I'd be right with her. I went to find Shirley again.

"Shirley, Brenda and I are going to be fucking in the bedroom. We're trying to make her pregnant. You can stay in here if you don't want to look, or to hear anything. Brenda and I don't mind if you want to watch though. Emily is going to be watching too."

"What about tonight?"

"All arranged. Joyce is looking forward to it, and so am I. I've got to go, Brenda is naked, and I'm afraid to leave her alone for too long like that with Emily in the same room, and Joyce right next door. We are still on for tonight, right?" Shirley just looked at me without speaking, until I had turned and was leaving.

"Don't forget the screwdriver."

I turned back and smiled at her. What the hell was I doing? I had to be absolutely crazy to be doing what I was planning. There wasn't any way this could possibly turn out well for any of us. I went through the nursery door, leaving it open behind me.

Brenda was posed on the bed, as naked as the day she was born. She knew she was beautiful, and had probably practiced that exact pose, in front of the mirror, a hundred times, back in her parent's house. She had it down, perfectly.

I wasn't the only one who thought so either. Emily stood beside the bed, unable to take her eyes off the visual feast Brenda was so casually offering up to us. I knew any further delay would bring in the real risk that Emily would throw herself on Brenda. I knew I needed to check with Joyce just one more time. If she didn't stop me, I'd definitely be committed.

This was the culmination of four years of my social experiences. I was preparing to risk it all, going against all of my own instincts, to follow through on turning Joyce's belief into some kind of a reality. I opened the door between the bedroom and Joyce's office. I looked at her face as she sat at her desk focused on her computer monitor screen. She looked up and smiled at me, then went right back to what she'd been doing. No reprieve from the warden. Let the execution begin.

I shut the door and got undressed. I felt like I was on display to everyone who knew me. I looked down and was gratified to find out that my cock didn't have any of the doubts I was feeling. He was ready to give this his all.

It took but a moment to discover that Brenda's body was ready as well. She was already starting to leak out her copious juices. I snuggled up to her, taking a nipple in my mouth and rubbing her pussy with my finger. I was vaguely aware of Emily changing position, trying to get a better view for herself. Brenda always had this strong effect on my nervous system. She had this ability to shut a lot of my brain down, in a calming sort of way.

I found myself able to focus only on her, and on what the two of us were doing. Once that happened, all of the rest of it just followed naturally. We may as well have been alone, for all it mattered to me that Emily was right there with us. Brenda seemed more animated than usual though. Maybe she just liked having an audience. I did spend a lot of time eating her pussy. Perhaps, this was, in part, me realizing that Emily was there with us. I may have wanted to make Brenda cum so hard that she'd squirt out her juices. Maybe it was for me though. To prove to myself that I was still capable of lifting her to the highest heights.

By the time I finally got around to putting my dick in her, Brenda was already as limp as a wet sock. Her cum machinery was still very much in working order. She hadn't lost any of her affection for a real hard dick either, squirming around on mine like it was some long lost friend that she'd been hoping to see again. We were both straining hard, trying to get as much of my dick inside her as we could. I wanted her to catch on this first attempt, just in case something went wrong. Her having that baby for Mama had become important to me.

I had this certain expectation that something would go wrong too, because it always had in the past. It was a positive testimonial to Brenda's beauty, and to her sexual appeal, that I had always kept coming back for more. This was in spite of my knowing that doing so wasn't ever going to end well for me.

It wasn't that she was the best fuck either, because she wasn't. She was damn good, but they all were. I wanted this to be a fuck I'd long remember, just in case. I didn't want to miss any part of it, or of her, when all the wheels came off. I didn't want to have regrets about not getting everything she had to offer me. Maybe Brenda shared my fear, because she was clinging to me, and getting everything she could too.

Finally, we were done. Not a moment too soon either. I was worn to a frazzle, and it felt like my motor was running on empty. I had put all I had into it.

When I rolled over, all of the X's were there, as was Ellen. They stood by the bed looking at the two of us. If I'd had the strength to do it, I'd have covered myself. I didn't though, so I just lay there, letting them look at us.

"You better fuck me from now on, just like you fucked her, Kenny. I'll know now if you're just going through the motions with me." Joyce sounded angry, but I knew she wasn't. She must have said that for some reason though. I was too tired to figure out what it might be. I wondered if I hadn't shot myself in the foot, by using up too much energy fucking Brenda. What would I have left for Shirley and Joyce later that night?

It must have taken me fifteen minutes to summon up the strength to get up off that bed and put my clothes back on. I didn't have the energy to take a shower. I just wanted to get out of there, and go upstairs to my Dad's office. I had put things in irreversible motion now. We'd have to wait to see how it all turned out. I walked into Joyce's office, on my way out to the hall way.

"Kenny, we're staying home tonight. There's no reason why we have to go over to Mama's to do this. We'll take Brenda and Emily's room. Let them spend the night in our bed with the kids. Shirley and I can come back there easier to feed them, and you'll get a better night's sleep."

"Whatever you decide, Joyce. You set it up and I'll be there."

"I hope you mean that, because Ellen has been asking me a lot of questions about what you just did to Brenda. Like why I allowed it, and how come I'm not mad at you and Brenda for doing that together. After I told her about our group, she wanted to know what she'd have to do to get some of what Brenda just got."

I stopped and looked over at her. Ellen's red face was glued to Joyce's computer screen. She never once looked up at me or Joyce. She looked like she wished she could disappear. This was an interesting turn of events. Already Joyce was seeking to gain some advantage, for herself, from what I'd told her about thinking I should fuck Ellen a few times.

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her she could have a turn, just as soon as I learned all I needed to know about how to make this software break out the production and shipping data into much more useful information for me. She's coming to our house tomorrow night, to tutor me. I told her you'd be in with Emily and Brenda again."

"Ellen, did watching me with Brenda get you hot?" I looked at her, wondering if she would ever be able to lift her head up to face me. She finally looked up and nodded that it had. "Joyce, if I wasn't so tired right now, I'd put my hand down her pants to find out if she's lying to me. You check her for me. If she's wet, you can bring her home tomorrow. If not, we'll have to come up with a different reward for her."

"I'm not going to do that, Kenny. If you want to know if she's wet, you can feel for yourself." Joyce didn't sound very sincere to me. Not very sincere at all.

"Well, I guess you'll have to just find another way to find out how to get the most out of all the information in that damn computer then. I didn't hear Ellen making any objections. You're the only one squeamish about making a simple check on Ellen's sincerity. You don't mind if Joyce checks to make sure you aren't lying, do you, Ellen?" Ellen just kept getting redder in the face as she kept her eyes on that monitor. She shook her head from side to side. "Stand up so Joyce can check you easier." Ellen pushed her chair back and stood up. This was the quietest I'd ever seen her. I liked it. "Put your hand in her jeans, Joyce. Tell me if she's wet or not."

I looked at Joyce. Why on earth was I asking her to do this? I knew she liked controlling people a lot better than being controlled by them. I wanted to have at least some semblance of seeming to be an equal partner with her in these sorts of things. If she wouldn't give me this much, then we had no basis for the working relationship she was trying to achieve. Joyce finally stood up, giving me a tight, unenthusiastic, smile. She reached inside Ellen's jeans, while Ellen sucked in her breath as much as she could, to make room for her hand. Joyce felt around for a few minutes and then pulled her hand back out. I could see quite a bit of moisture on two of her fingers.

"She's very wet." Joyce's eyes were slightly glazed again. She had gotten very turned on by doing what I'd asked.

"Good. She was telling the truth." Ellen still stood there, her face even redder now, after submitting to Joyce's digital probing. "Does it tastes different than Emily and Brenda's?" Joyce gave me another look, letting me know I'd be paying a stiff price for mentioning that, in front of Ellen. In spite of that, she put both fingers in her mouth and licked Ellen's juices off.

"A little different. Good though." I loved Joyce. She wasn't about to let me get the best of her with this. She was willing to put up with me, this time, but she wasn't going to encourage me. I needed to do something more. Something to show her that she wasn't going to be running this group thing alone.

"Come here, Ellen. I need to taste it too now." Ellen moved right over to me. I thought she seemed much more willing than she had been for Joyce. She even undid her top button and lowered the fly zipper for me. I took my time in her wet little honey pot. I wanted to stir it enough to be sure I was getting fresh pussy juices. By the time I was sure, Ellen was balancing on one foot, trying to give me as much space as I needed to continue stirring. She had both her hands on my bicep, holding herself in balance that way. Some of the blood had left her face, and I had a pretty good idea exactly where it had headed. I removed my fingers and licked them off. Joyce and Ellen watched me, seemingly mesmerized by what I was doing. I took my time, eyes closed, savoring the moment, and the taste. "Tastes a little bit like Shirley, but she has a fruitier flavor than Ellen does. After tonight, you'll understand what I'm saying better, Joyce."

Ellen hadn't released my arm yet. She was holding on tightly, but she was back standing on both her feet at least. I waited to see what she was going to do. I wondered how long she was going to stand there, holding on.

"Ellen, you need to let go of Kenny. He has work to do, and so do we." Joyce said this kindly, in a matter of fact way, almost like she was just noticing what time of day it was. Ellen released me, as if she hadn't known she was holding on so tightly.