Chapter 35

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 5th, 2047 – START OF THE SCHOOL DAY

James and Thelma were working the morning request booth. We noticed that James had a line of three girls that were playing with his dick and taking turns flirting with him. He was a handsome young stud, so that wasn’t much of a surprise.

His sister had a line of about a dozen guys waiting to play and flirt with her. He was a handsome, athletic guy who could easily have passed for a grown man.

His dark skin glistened with his sweat, and he seemed aloof and calm.

“I wish girls wanted to play with my pecker like that,” Dewey observed.

“Come to school nude, and you can perform basic reasonable requests,” Julie suggested. She had finally admitted to me that she used to do that before she made the decision to commit to the NIS Program for a year. “A lot of people do it; they just want to get the trial without subscribing to the plan,” she compared joining NIS to signing up for a video streaming service. (Yes, we still had those in 2047).

“No girls are going to want to pull my doink voluntarily,” Dewey shrugged. His low self-esteem really bothered me. It was unfair to compare himself to James. Dewey was an awkward freshman, and James was a handsome senior, but they weren’t in the same league.

“I will pull your doink, Dewey,” Julie offered politely. It made me giggle when she used Dewey’s term for a penis and playfully said ‘doink’ instead of penis or cock.

“Yeah, but you are my sister, and you must do it when I request it,” Dewey complained.

My daughter stopped the four of us before we reached the double doors leading to the metal detectors. She turned and explained that as a Trainer, she could make me perform ALL of his naughty requests and that Dewey should be grateful that she let him play Pop the Booty the night before. “My ass STILL stings!”

“Really?” Dewey and Reese were excited to hear that.

I nodded and rubbed my ass. I had my dildo in my mouth and wasn’t permitted to speak without permission.

That afternoon, our workshop reviewed and refined what we had learned. Jen added one new thing. We learned to balance while squatting on the balls of our feet. We also learned to hold our hands out to our sides with our palms flat while squatting so that we could hold small objects or a tray. I felt a little like a scale trying to balance and not fall over.

As long as both objects weighed the same, I could more easily balance myself. If we could bend our elbows, it wasn’t so hard. However, when we had to extend our arms straight out to our sides, none of us could do it for more than two minutes.

It was fun, and the other Breeders giggled with me when we fell over. We must have looked silly trying to keep ourselves upright.

Darla asked, “I get why we are jogging and eating differently. You want us to be healthy. I get why you put those evil little bitey things on our tits to help us prepare for nursing. Why are we learning to be hog-tied, deep throat dildos, if we aren’t going to do these things for requests?”

“That’s a great question, Darla. There are three primary purposes to learning and practicing these exercises as part of your exercises. The first is that it establishes that your Trainer is in control, and as you do things at their command that are uncomfortable and service-related, it affirms that relationship. The second is that you may be called upon in classroom settings and some circumstances to demonstrate fetish-related kinks in a safe and controlled manner.”

Jen had told us this several times, and I thought Darla knew that. The one thing she had yet to say was the third reason.

“The third is that at your first competition, which is rapidly approaching, you will be graded on what you have learned.”

“So, Miss Collins?” Crabby asked for confirmation. “That means whoever does the best wins 10,000 dollars?”

“Yep, the competition winner will get the grant, but everyone will make something for participating.”

“How can the school afford to give 10,000 dollars to the winner? Are you really planning on that many ticket sales?”

“The adoptive families that sponsored the Program included the prize money and the cost of your collars, butt plugs, and all the little gadgets and toys we get to play with this year. The school will augment its budget with ticket sales shared with the NIS Program. The idea was to incentivize you to take the competitions seriously.”

“That actually makes sense,” Darla admitted.

“Okay, tonight is another exchange night, so let’s see, CR, you are staying at Crabby’s house tonight. Do you have a ride?”

Crabby offered to let CR ride with them. Tiffany said that she would drive her mother’s car to their house.

James and Thelma were supposed to be staying at Darla’s house. Darla smiled and said “Yummy” when that was announced and assured them that she would drive them both to her house.

“Ingrid and Astrid, do you have a ride to Brittany and Julie’s house?” Jen asked them.

“Our father can take us after work,” Astrid said.

Julie said that was nonsense and offered to let them ride in our car. We have a four-seater, so I wasn’t sure about the logistics. I assumed Dewey and Reese would have to ride the bus.

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 5th, 2047 – END OF DAY

Crabby, CR, and their Trainers were working the request booth together since they were leaving together. I wasn’t sure whose turn it was, but I assumed that would clear the requests they got much faster if they teamed up.

Ingrid followed Astrid out of school with us. She had her hands behind her back on her backbone just like I did, but she didn’t have anything in her mouth.

Dewey and Reese met us at the school entrance, as they always did.

“Do you want to get in the request line? You have a little time before the buses leave,” Julie asked the guys.

Dewey and Reese were confused. They said Julie never told them they had to ride the bus.

“We have to take the girls to our house. We can meet you there,” she said.

“Nonsense, we can ride on their laps or squeeze in the back with them,” Astrid was very accommodating. I loved her Swedish accent. Sometimes she left off an English word, but I always understood her.

Reese and Dewey heard, “Sit on our laps,” and there was no getting them on the bus after that. They were falling all over themselves over Astrid and Ingrid. It was hard to blame my sons. They were really pretty girls.

Julie offered them a churlish grin and led us toward our car. “Our car is a little cluttered; I hope you don’t mind,” she apologized in advance.

Astrid and Ingrid were both very humble and polite girls. I was certain they would not mind, and other than the car smelling like girl butt/pussy it really wasn’t that bad. Dewey and Reese had left a few wrappers on the floor and some water bottles and juice boxes in the back. I hadn’t gotten around to cleaning out the car in a while.

“It’s not a problem,” they assured us.

I noticed that Dewey and Reese both spread out their legs to maximize how much space they were taking up. I felt like telling them to scooch over so the girls could sit down. However, it seemed that Astrid and Ingrid did not mind at all. They didn’t even ask when they got in the car. Ingrid pushed past Reese’s face with her bare ass and then sat down in Dewey’s lap. Ingrid sat down on Reese’s lap. They were both naked like Julie and I were.

“I am not too heavy for your legs?” Astrid asked Reese. She was lithe and athletic. Reese told her she was just fine where she was. I was positive that my son was just happy to have her naked ass on his lap and he’d let her crush him if that’s what it took.

I smiled and thought about what it was like for me back in high school. My sister was more of an extroverted version of me. In retrospect, she had smaller boobs than I did, but she managed to find a way to show off her cleavage whenever she could. I remember her playing coy and innocently pretending that there was no harm in sitting on a boy’s lap when the school bus was crowded. I knew this was kind of a rite of passage for high school boys.

The backseat was unusually quiet. The guys were probably tensed up and afraid to pop boners. The Karlson sisters giggled quietly and rarely spoke. I tried not to hit too many speed bumps in the road.

When we arrived at our house, my daughter removed the dildo from my mouth so that I could speak. I had to carry it in.

“We are looking forward to seeing how you do things at your house. My mother has not stopped speaking about you, Brittany. She would love to get to know you after the Program is over, if possible,” Astrid finally said as we arrived.

I was very flattered. I told her that I’d love that as well. I wasn’t sure if that was just a polite gesture, but I really liked Helena Karlson when I met her. It was hard not to like their family. They were genuinely good people.

We went inside the house, and I immediately realized that the house was not as neat and clean as I would like it to be. It also didn’t smell like fresh linen or lingonberries or whatever it was at the Karlson house that smelled so good. I apologized and asked for permission to start cleaning.

Astrid removed her shoes as soon as she got inside. It was almost as if she couldn’t wait to remove the last bit of clothing she had on. Julie did the same thing even though she usually kept her shoes on for a while after school.

“Can my sister and I help clean up and prepare dinner?” Astrid offered politely. I was going to reject their offer, but Julie spoke up and said that would be fine. I gave them something fairly simple to do while I started to prepare dinner. I planned to make Meatloaf. It was the closest recipe I had compared to Swedish Meatballs. I asked everyone if that was alright with them.

The boys kept their eyes on Astrid and Ingrid and continued to hover around them. They didn’t offer any opinion on dinner. That was expected. Dewey and Reese looked like Deer caught in oncoming headlights. Julie did as well.

“You don’t help your mother with the dinner?” they asked.

My kids admitted that they didn’t usually, and Julie said the NIS coordinator said the Breeders should take on all the domestic chores.

“Yes, but in our house, this is not possible. We all pitch in. We have done this ever since we were little. No one would want to stop and wait for Ingrid to do it all; we like to clean and cook.”

That was a refreshing attitude that was not shared by my own family.

“However, this is your house, so we will follow the rules of how you do things. That is the idea of the exchange, is it not?”

Julie nodded and told them they could do anything they wanted.

“We came here to see how you live,” Astrid promptly returned her sponge to the sink.

In a strange way, I was relieved. I had a system where I kept things, and with my own kids, it took longer to direct them to do things than it did to do it myself. I could also be sure it was done correctly. I thanked them for their help and continued with my work.

It only took about 5 minutes of awkward staring and standing around for the requests to begin. Reese broke the ice.

“Can I request a double lemonade?” he asked Astrid.

Astrid found that amusing.

“We aren’t in school. You really want to play with my pussy?”

“Yes!”

“You could request any time at school. Why now at home?” Astrid asked. She didn’t seem particularly concerned or offended. She was just curious why he wanted to make the request now. Astrid and Ingrid didn’t get requests at their home.

“At home, five minutes is the standard time for requests, and you are always surrounded by boys whenever I see you,” Reese admitted bashfully.

Astrid found my son endearing. She stood flat-footed in the living room, spread her legs apart, placed her hands behind her head, interlocked her fingers, and waited with her head facing forward.

Reese was so surprised that Astrid had agreed without any argument that it took him a moment to start touching her.

“At my house, no one makes requests, so this is a little strange for me,” Astrid said. She explained that they had all grown up around each other’s bodies, and no one in her immediate family ever had questions or requests.

“We give my sister and mom requests all the time,” Dewey spoke up. He asked if Ingrid would let him request triple lemonade.

Ingrid didn’t wait for her sister to give her permission. She stood side by side with her sister and adopted the same position. “Astrid permits me to do standard requests without asking her,” Ingrid said in a very agreeable tone. If she was reluctant to do this for Dewey, there was no way you could tell. She seemed eager and enthusiastic to do it for him.

“If I didn’t, she would be constantly interrupting me,” Astrid shrugged in a very pragmatic way.

Dewey wasted no time fingering the pretty girl’s tiny slit, and when he penetrated her with a finger very early, Ingrid’s eyes widened, and she said, “Oooh! So fast!”

“Guys, they are guests. Can you give them a little time after this before making another request?” Julie asked the guys to be considerate and let the girls have a little time after getting home.

Astrid giggled and assured my daughter that it was okay with her. “They are curious. At this rate, I am sure their fingers will get tired before I do.”

Astrid and Ingrid were gorgeous, and in my day, they would have been sought after by the hottest boys in school. I love my sons, but they weren’t exactly dashing or charming. There was no way this scenario would ever happen for them any other way without the NIS Program unless maybe they had won the lottery.

Just by looking at my sons’ faces, it genuinely looked like they had won the lottery by the third minute. Ingrid and Astrid were passive and expressionless.

“Reese, can I show you something?” Astrid spoke up. She took his wrist without asking him and helped guide him. “It feels like you are trying to rub a spot out of the carpet when you do that. Here, let me show you what works for me. Look, take this finger, and put it on my clit and push down and move it in circles. Then take this finger and put it inside me like this. This finger can tickle my asshole or hang loose. Don’t keep doing the same exact motion, but don’t go so fast and so hard.”

My son blushed, but I noticed his erection pop up through his pants. I could smell Astrid’s pussy juices as Reese took her advice.

“What about me?” Dewey asked.

“You are doing fine, Dewey. You can put more fingers inside me if you want,” Ingrid smiled politely. Dewey put three fingers in her pussy and tickled Ingrid’s asshole. He even got down on his knees so that he was at eye level with the pretty girl’s pussy.

The girls giggled and thanked the boys after they were finished. I thought Reese and Dewey would thank them back, but they only answered by saying, “You are welcome!”

“Are you going to wash your hands after that?” Astrid was surprised when Reese went back to doing whatever he was doing before the request.

Reese inhaled his slick, dirty fingers and said that he’d like to keep the flavor for a while.

“You would love Swedish food if you like my smell. I am told I smell just like a trout!” Astrid said proudly.

Dewey didn’t wash his hands either. I hadn’t thought about it, but they rarely washed their hands, even after multiple requests with Julie and me.

There was quiet after that first encounter. “What shall we do while your mother makes dinner?” Astrid asked Julie.

“I don’t really know,” Julie seemed a little lost for a plan. The Karlson family introduced themselves to us right away, and it seemed like there had always been something going on at their house from the time we got there.

“What do you normally do?” Ingrid asked.

“I usually go in my room and journal, or I perform requests for my brothers until my father gets home.”

“Does even your father give you requests?” Astrid’s tone suggested that she thought that would be absurd.

Reese and Dewey admitted that he did before Julie could.

I was eavesdropping from the kitchen. The girls said something in Swedish to one another. “Jag undrar om de knullar sin pappa?”

“What?” Julie asked.

“Oh, sorry, I was just surprised your father would make requests. Even double lemonade?”

“Yes, mostly of my mom, though,” Julie admitted. That was true.

After about 10 more minutes of awkwardly watching TV, Reese asked if he could give another request to the girls. He wanted to watch them lick each other’s boobs.

“That’s all?” Astrid asked as if she was hoping for something more ambitious to do with her sister.

“Okay, then French kiss and make out! for FIVE minutes!”

“We love to kiss! Julie, do you want to join us?” Astrid embraced her sister, and the two of them started to make out. Julie was reluctant until Astrid took my daughter’s hand and pulled her close. The three girls opened their mouths and French kissed each other while Dewey and Reese watched. It probably went on for longer than five minutes because nobody timed it, and by the end, the girls ended up on the floor in a tangle of arms and boobs. They were laughing and smiling as they demonstrated kissing for Dewey. They kissed like lovers and not sisters.

Dewey and Reese applauded.

“It’s not that big of a deal; it’s just a kiss,” Astrid shrugged when it was over. Dewey wanted them to bend over and let him look at their taints along with Julie and me. Astrid and Ingrid had no problem with performing another request right after the first.

I had a feeling they were used to being treated like pseudo-celebrities at school and probably had to deal with far more requests than Julie and I did. They were like seasoned performers who didn’t question or hesitate.