Chapter 6

As I drove home, I thought about the Gruesome Twosome, and in particular about the phone call between them and Sue Ellen during the “Pussymobile” fuck session. Was that the right thing for me to do, letting that call happen? My goal is to get my two stubborn daughters to break by denying them sex. But I obviously can’t stop them from masturbating. Is it better to encourage that and thus hopefully increase their desire for the real thing, or is that too much like an adequate substitute for the real thing? Especially that phone call. I suspect they had a peak experience nearly as good as if they’d really been with me. It’s a hard choice, but to help them enjoy something THAT intense probably is hurting more than helping. But I’m not sure. It might make them even more cock-hungry and frustrated, which is good.

Thinking about how constantly hungry for my cock they were made my balls churn and kept my dick at least half-hard despite all my mental efforts to will it flaccid. I guess I’m not above lusting after them either, which is only as it should be. I love them, and they love me, and we express that in a very physical manner. Still, I wish there was some way I could really know the best way to handle them right now.

Hmmm. With Cupcake turning out to be such an obedient and loyal helper, maybe I could just ask her to talk to them about the call and try to get a sense on how they feel. That’s kind of underhanded, but all’s fair in love and war, especially after all the sneakery they’ve pulled on me. Ultimately, the sooner we resolve this boycott situation, the sooner we’ll ALL be happy. So yeah, I think I’ll see what I can learn that way. I may have to be more careful with things like that phone call.

Walking into my house, I knew the Gruesome Twosome would be up to something to help my hair turn grey, but I didn’t know just what. I didn’t have long to find out, because they obviously had been waiting for my arrival and listening for the sound of the car driving up. They were standing in the front foyer when I walked through the front door, so there was no way I could miss them.

They were quite a sight. They had gone back to the “Eskimo parka” strategy they had threatened to use in the morning. Both of them were wearing thick jackets, complete with hoodies pulled over their heads. The last time I’d seen them in those was when we went on a ski trip to the Sierras. Furthermore, they wore what looked like grey sweatpants and had their arms crossed under their enormous racks.

Yet they remained outrageously sexy even through so much padding. For instance, although there wasn’t any cleavage showing for either of them, there was no way for them to prevent the “shelf of boobs” effect that their posture enforced on them. I know I shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but I can’t deny that it was ego inflating to know that my daughters were outrageously stacked and that their tits were all mine for the taking. Plus, their faces were just as heartbreakingly gorgeous as ever.

They stood side by side, defiantly blocking my way further into the house. Michelle led their “revolt” by loudly exclaiming, “Daddy, we’re mad as hell! This sex boycott has got to stop! We’ve been thinking about it, and while we greatly enjoyed talking to Sue Ellen while you fucked her, we think that was some clever ploy on your part to get us even more sexually frustrated. So we’re declaring that we’re not going to take it! We’re not going to play your little games!”

Ruby added, “Yeah, that was a low blow. That was a kind of orgasmic torture. Ever since that call ended, all we can think about is how much we need to have your huge cock pop our cherries and plow our tight, wet, little cunts deep and hard! It’s like you’re trying to drive us crazy!”

I thought, Hmmm, interesting. Maybe getting them worked up like that helps more than it hurts after all. Or is this a pose, like Brer Rabbit not wanting to be thrown in the briar patch? I’m really going to have to see what Cupcake thinks about it.

I couldn’t resist teasing them a little bit, “Isn’t that what you think about most of the time anyway?”

“Yeah, but it’s way worse than usual!” Michelle earnestly complained.

I smiled with genuine relief. “Thank goodness! I’m pleased as punch about your outfits, and I’ll tell you why in a minute. But first, I feel the need to defend Sue Ellen. That call came about because she was talking about how much she wished she could share her experience with her sister slaves and ‘breastest friends.’ Since I had my cell phone within reach, I pulled it out and told her to make a call. She’s not conniving like you two are. Her main impulse was just to share the joy.”

Holding up a hand to forestall any disagreements, I added, “If you doubt me, ask her yourself later. Frankly, you should be ashamed, thinking so badly about her!” I was laying it on a bit thick, since it had occurred to Sue Ellen and me that the call would help with the sex boycott. But still, I felt I was being honest because I knew she would have made the call anyway, simply from wanting to share the joy.

My bombshell daughters looked abashed and even ashamed. Ruby said, “Sorry. I guess that was uncalled for. It’s just that we try to put ourselves in her shoes and so we naturally assume that she’ll think and act like us. But she keeps acting in ways that, frankly, we find perplexing.”

I said, “That’s because she’s a genuinely loyal and obedient slave. You should aspire to think and act like her. If you could fully convince me that the same could be said for you, then this sex boycott could end tomorrow.”

That perked them up, but at the same time they were left consternated, wondering how they could accomplish that.

I gave them a stern looking over. “Now, back to your outfits. I must admit, I came home with my dick semi-stiff and threatening to go fully stiff, mostly from thinking about what you two would look like and be wearing when I got here.” I grabbed at my crotch through my shorts, carefully outlining the shape of my mostly erect penis through the fabric.

They both gasped with wide eyes. Ruby even moaned and sensually licked her lips. Michelle started subtly wiggling in place, though I doubted she realized she was doing it. She began to reach for her breasts, only to change her mind at the last second, perhaps because she realized her thick parka was in the way.

I was secretly thrilled at how easily they got aroused merely from my dick getting stiff. It was just like one of Pavlov’s dogs salivating at the ringing of a bell. That was causing my dick to finish fully engorging in a hurry, because their reflexive responses to my display was such a powerful reminder of how fully dedicated they had become to serving my cock already. I didn’t need the reminder that my daughters pretty much literally lived with sex on the brain, but it made me proud to see it nonetheless.

However, despite my rising arousal, I acted as cool as a cucumber. “But of course I don’t want to get aroused around you two, because then I’ll be all dressed up with nowhere to go, as it were. So imagine my delight to see you two all bundled up like this. I’ll be able to go flaccid in no time. And that’s especially appreciated because I came here specifically to chat with Nicky between five and six, just as you knew I would. The last thing I want is to be horny and erect when I’m talking to her.”

Both of them opened their mouths to say something, then apparently thought better of it.

I concluded, “So I applaud you on your ‘winter weather’ clothing. I hope you keep it up and dress like that around me all the time.”

The two bombshell girls stomped their feet and practically howled in frustration. As they frowned and groaned, they looked to each other and nodded. Michelle asked Ruby, “Plan B?” Ruby nodded with approval.

Then, with the two of them still blocking my way, they suddenly and dramatically unzipped their parkas from the front, revealing that they were wearing absolutely nothing underneath! Just seeing their enormous tanned tits come into view after being fully covered up literally took my breath away. They got their jackets off and tossed them aside as quickly as possible. But they didn’t stop there. They yanked down their sweatpants just as fast. Since they were barefooted and without underwear, they wound up buck naked in a fraction of a minute!

Michelle sighed with satisfaction as she reached up and used her hands to stroke her gorgeous long blonde hair back into place. “Aaaah! That’s much better. I hated wearing that stupid jacket anyway.”

I was careful how I stood, in order to keep my surging erection hidden. I shook my head and told them, “Nice try. Unfortunately, you’re my cock slaves, and my word is still law. I’m ordering you to go up to your room right now and put on some reasonable clothes. Not Eskimo parkas, but not nudity either. Just dress like normal teenage girls, for once. That’s an order!”

They moaned and groaned in frustration. Michelle stomped her foot again (setting off a delightful tit-quake), and complained, “You can’t do that!”

Ruby griped, “You leave us with no leverage. How are we supposed to influence you to get you to give up this ridiculous boycott?!” She clutched at her massive boobs from below, pushing them together. Clearly, she was trying to make the most of her nudity while she still could.

I replied, “You’re not. This is a big part of why there IS a sex boycott right now. You’re the ones who want to be my cock slaves. You say that you’ve fully dedicated yourself to serving me, mind and body, heart and soul. And yet you want to be in charge all the time, always having things your own way. You can’t have both things at once. Have you ever heard of a harem where the slaves boss the master around?”

The two of them just sheepishly looked at their feet. Neither bothered to answer, since they both knew there could only be one valid answer to that question.

I put my hands on my hips. “I thought not. We ALL want to get this boycott over as quickly as possible, and believe me, that means me as much as it means you. Do your part by showing me that you have that ability to obey me, that you can act like REAL cock slaves and not just pretend ones. This is not, I repeat, NOT, something you can fake. I know you too well, and I’ll figure things out eventually, which means I’ll just have to start the sex boycott all over again.”

They groaned unhappily from hearing that.

“So either you obey me, your master, and live up to your six rules and your general cock slave way of life, or this sex boycott will last indefinitely. If you actually want to serve me and be enslaved to my cock, my balls, AND my cum, you’re going to have to show me that you mean it. And that starts right now with you getting out of my way, going upstairs, and putting some normal clothes on.”

They frowned and grumbled, but they nodded obediently.

“Then I want you to show me how to do the whole video chat thing, so I can do it on my own in the future. I still haven’t mastered the technical aspects of that. Then you’re going to leave me alone while I chat with Muffin. There will be no secret handjobs or other tomfoolery this time! And once I’m done with that, I figure I’ll head back to the McGrath house.”

Michelle nodded. Clearly, she was feeling chastened and was trying to do her best to act the part of the obedient slave. But it was a real struggle for her. “Understood. Yes, Master.” There was a long pause, then she added, “If we do all that ... before you go ... couldn’t we at least suck your cock for a little bit? It wouldn’t really count against the boycott if we only do it for a few minutes, right? I just...” She took a deep breath. “I need to taste it again, and feel it completely filling my mouth!”

Ruby eagerly added, “Or you could spank us! We’re naked already and we’ve been bad. Why not just bend us over that sofa there” - she nodded towards the nearest sofa in the living room - “and whack our asses until they’re burning red? We deserve it!”

Michelle nodded vigorously, which was enough to set off another tit-quake. “Good idea, Ruby! Actually, a spanking followed by a prolonged double blowjob would be an even better idea! Daddy, remind us that you’re the master and we’re the slaves by using us for your selfish pleasure!”

I could tell the two of them were starting to get carried away with their lusty desires. I had to hold my hands out in a “stop” gesture. “Stop it! Just stop it already. That’s not going to happen. First off, merely putting on some clothes and then showing me how to use the video chat is no major effort that merits a big prize. That’s just common courtesy. Secondly, I told you there will be no contact between us, period. Even hugs and kisses are out, until the boycott is over.”

Michelle threw her hands up in the air and looked towards the ceiling, which did wonderful things to her knockout nude body. “There you go again with the stupid boycott! Just tell us what we need to do to end it, and we’ll do it already!”

I grinned, because that was an ideal set-up for me. “Good. Start by putting on some clothes and then help me get the video chat started. Then leave me alone until I’m done talking to Nicky. That’s a very good first step on what is going to be a longer road.”

Michelle clutched air in front of her, and growled in aggravation. “ARRRGH! Daddy, you’re soooo maddening! You’re, like, Mr. Buzzkill! No, worse, you’re Dr. Buzzkill!”

I grinned some more. “Doctor? How did I get promoted to doctor?”

She clutched the sides of her head like she had a migraine headache. “Because you’re such an expert at being a buzzkill that you must have gotten a post-graduate degree in it!” She clasped her hands together as if in prayer. “Can’t we at least eat dinner together, after the chatting is over? We could all be together as a family, and I could kneel under the table and suckle on your cock to help you enjoy the meal. You’d hardly notice, I promise!”

Ruby similarly made a prayerful gesture. “Or I could.” She looked to Michelle. “We could flip a coin for it. Or take turns.”

I could see the two of them were on the verge of arguing about that. “Sheesh! Didn’t you hear me? I might get talked into staying for dinner, if Mindy wants that. But NO touching! Does an under-the-table blowjob count as touching?”

“NO!” Michelle defiantly put her hands on her hips, and seemingly tried to sway me by staring me down. “That’s just common courtesy. We’re cock slaves. It’s who we are. It’s what we do!”

I waved a hand dismissively. “Enough already. You’re just wasting time with your fantasizing. It’s like you don’t hear me at all, which is another reason why a sex boycott is necessary. When I got here it was already a little bit after five, and Nicky said the window to chat is between five and six. Plus, I seem to remember ordering two of my cock slaves to go and get decently dressed, twice already, but instead I’ve got a couple of unruly daughters who would rather stand naked in front of me and stomp their feet and argue over whether or not they have to obey me.” I gave them both the “you’re skating on thin ice” look and said in my most ominous Dad voice, “Do I need to repeat myself a third time?”

Michelle and Ruby knew what that tone meant when I used it. It was most gratifying to see Michelle blanch and look properly chastened.

“No, Daddy,” they chorused, finally bowing their heads in acceptance of the inevitable.

“So let’s get cracking. Chop chop!” I clapped my hands.

They bent over and picked up their discarded parkas and sweatpants. Of course, they couldn’t help but wiggle their sexy bare asses as they did so. I wasn’t sure if they were deliberately trying to provoke me or if that kind of behavior was so ingrained in them by now that they did that without even thinking about it. Either way, I got a close up view of their pussies between their legs, and I could see how very wet they both were.

I tried not to think about what it would feel like to spear them onto my cock and pop their cherries. I tried. I didn’t succeed, of course. I had to remind myself to be strong and see the sex boycott through.

Then they glumly turned around and started dragging themselves up the stairs. And it really was like dragging, to the point that it was a wonder they managed to stay standing the whole time.

Good grief. What a couple of prima donnas. Of course, they can’t just walk up the stairs like normal people; they have to make a big production out of it. It looks like this is going to be a long and difficult boycott. They don’t seem to take me seriously. As if I’d agree to a blowjob or spanking that easily. Sheesh!

I couldn’t resist watching their sexy, undulating asses until they were out of sight. I must admit that my dick was as hard as a steel bar, thanks to their nudity and their eagerness to get their lips around my cockhead. But I never had any worry that I would actually give in and let them have their way with me. It wasn’t even close.

I waited a full minute then I went upstairs and put my laptop bag away and took care of a few minor tasks. I checked the clock and saw it was 5:15. I wondered when Mindy and Cindy would be home. Lately, Min had gotten much better about coming home right at five, but considering that the two of them snuck off to have their talk with Sonia, it made sense that they’d be a little bit late, if they were good about making up for their lost work hour.

I had hoped they would be home by the time I started my chat with Nicky, if only so they could keep an eye on the Hellions and prevent them from eavesdropping and/or somehow conspiring against me. They had shown their cards that they wanted Nicky to join them in incestuous sexual slavery to me, and since they were just as willful as ever, there was no telling what they would do to help make that happen. That was probably the biggest reason I needed to quickly bring them to heel with the sex boycott, to get them under control before Nicky returned from Hawaii.

I waited a couple of minutes in the hope that my erection would go down. But unfortunately that just wasn’t happening. The Gruesome Twosome got me stiff in the first place, but it was thoughts of seeing Nicky on the video that kept me that way. I recalled how she’d gone topless for a little while in our chat just yesterday, and visions of her doing that again were so strong and vivid that I knew I could wait an hour and my boner wasn’t going to go away. I would just have to grin and bear it.

I went into Michelle’s room. Luckily, the Hellions seemed to have settled down and were trying to make a good impression on me. They did dress relatively normally. Well, mostly anyway. Both of them wore short shorts and tight tops without any bras. It would have been scandalous in any normal household, but for them it was fairly restrained. At least all of their private parts were adequately covered by fabric, although a lot of that fabric was being stretched in decidedly lascivious ways.

I tried to ignore the way their F-cups and E-cups wobbled freely in their tight shirts and had them sit me down in front of Michelle’s computer and show me the ropes about the video chat. It wasn’t hard to learn, especially since I was already computer savvy in general. After just a couple of minutes, I was confident I’d be able to connect and chat without them around.

Then, with everything ready to go, I told them, “Thanks for explaining that. Now, I want you two to go down to the pool and hang out there.”

Michelle protested, “The pool? It’s cold out there at this hour.”

“No it isn’t. It’s summer time. I don’t care what you do; just stay out of the house.”

Ruby acted hurt. “Why? Are we that odious to you?” She ran her hands up and down the sides of her upper body. “Are you that opposed to looking at us and even touching us?”

“No, of course not. I love you all up. But I also know you’re trouble with a capital ‘T’, especially when it comes to my relationship with Nicky. I don’t want you snooping or meddling in any way, shape, or form. If you stay by the pool, I can check out the window from time to time to make sure you’re still there. If you’re not, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand?”

They nodded sullenly.

I looked all around the room. “And I know I’m in ‘enemy territory’ here. Knowing you two, I’m fairly certain you’ve set up a secret camera somewhere to record any video chat I take part in. Which is why we’re going to move all the equipment needed to my office right now instead.”

One would have thought I’d announced that I was going to cut my arms off from the way they protested in dismay. That confirmed my guess that they had something set up in the room that they didn’t want me to know about. As expected, they vigorously asserted that doing the chat on another computer was impossible. But I knew enough about computers to see through their excuses.

Within five minutes, we had things set up in my office. It actually would have only taken a minute or two since it was mostly just a matter of unplugging the camera from one computer and plugging it into the other, but they dragged their feet and tried to throw up every obstacle. I had to use my “master card” and remind them that the longer they were disobedient, the longer the sex boycott would last.

The only downside of doing the chat in my room was that my computer monitor wasn’t as big or as high-res as Michelle’s. But I still had one much larger than the standard size, so it wasn’t much of a loss.

Right before I started the chat, I had the two Hellions go all the way outside. I had to go to the window and peek down to make sure they were by the pool as they were supposed to be. Then, finally I was ready to see if Nicky would be there.

Sure enough, she was. We exchanged quick e-mails back and forth, and then switched to video chatting. It was startling to suddenly see all of her upper body right in front of me. Although my monitor wasn’t as high quality as Michelle’s, she still was larger than life, and it still felt like I could reach through the screen and touch her.

She flashed me a big smile. “Hi, Dad!”

I had a hard time keeping my eyes on her face, because her enormous breasts seemed to fill more than half of the screen. Worse, she was wearing nothing but her skimpy red bikini top. It was tough enough for me to handle her showing off that much skin, but that particular top brought back a lot of powerful erotic memories. I’d started the chat with a hard-on, and clearly it wasn’t going to go down any time soon.

However, I did my best to hide my forbidden lust. I smiled back. “Hi, Muffin. Is this a good time?”