Chapter 10: The Happiest Time of the Year

I trotted back down the stairs with Daisy on my heels. That thought amused me for some reason. I plopped down on the love seat and turned to face her and found her pulling her shirt off, “No ... we’re going to talk first.”

She looked a bit forlorn, but put the shirt back on and sat down on the edge of my bed, “Why are you so sure they’ll break the rules?”

“I need some questions answered first. I had lunch with your parents and it ... it got me looking at the world a bit askew.”

“I can try.”

“Your parents said that my father took advantage of your mental health issues ... and my mother’s too.”

“She’s not your mother! I am!”

“Answer the question, please.”

“Minnie had panic attacks ... that led to her going to a psychologist and she was diagnosed with Dependent personality disorder ... so was I. I went for therapy ... it helps some, but I still get anxious when I have to decide things ... when I think someone might be upset with me. I still see a therapist Helen picked out.

Minnie was worse than I was. Your father was the fix for that. He just ... told us what to do and we didn’t have to decide.”

“How did he know about your diagnoses?”

“His father was our therapist. He broke into his files and picked us out.” Fuck ... I always thought he was a good man, but he wasn’t any better than Marky Mark or James. I have to know the rest.

“What did he do to James that was ‘unforgivable? And more importantly why?”

“He told me that James was a couple years ahead of him in school and he used to bully him; name calling, throwing things, beating him up, and stealing from him. He hated him. So, he sent him Minnie. Minnie spied on him and helped him ensure his family’s fisheries got bought out for next to nothing, he gave him a job at the medical supply plant to keep him nearby, and ensured that James would raise his children; Mark, you, and Connie.”

“And James found out?”

“Came home early and found Minnie with your Dad. He threatened to sue ... and take it to the press. They came to an agreement. Connie and you were obviously not his children so I took you and Mom took Connie. Your dad had convinced him that the affair was recent, so he never tested Mark. James was allowed to join the family.”

“That explains why he doesn’t think of you ladies as people.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Mark tried to rape the Bitch when she turned him down. He didn’t believe she had the right to turn to turn him down. If he saw her as a person it would have been different. He just sees you as sex toys. He sees five walking fleshlights.

James dropped Helen. He went from having sex with her to tossing her to the floor no different than someone would drop a hot pan. He didn’t care if she got hurt. He didn’t care if she’d get pissed and cut him off. He didn’t care if he hurt her feelings. He just dropped the fleshlight until he could get back to it.”

“That can’t be true.”

“How does your Dad treat you?”

She seemed perplexed, but after a minute, “He loves me. He’d do anything for me. Why?”

“Earlier today I paraded her in front of him and Jenn with her neck still bruised from when I strangled her and she spent most of the day as whimpering mess cause I was playing with a vibe I synched to my phone. He didn’t ask her how she was. He didn’t object to how I treated her. He didn’t even notice. From that it follows that he sees the Bitch the same way Marky Mark and James see the rest of you, but I don’t know if he treats you all the same way.”

“He’s my Dad ... that can’t be true.”

“I know it’s true for one of you, I just don’t know about the others ... yet. And Considering you’ve just shown the Dad I practically worshipped was terrible ... it’s going to go around these days. Hell, he taught me this. He taught me to play games ... to play the opponent, not the game. He taught me to exploit every rule. He taught me to win, but I have to come to terms with the fact that he is as much a piece of shit as James ... I’m sorry if that ends up bringing Pete down too.”

She shut her eyes tightly and started mumbling. It took me a moment to realize she was listing things in the room. I got up and rummaged in the closet till I found the weighted blanket Joseph had left behind at a campsite back in the summer. I tried to arrange it around her shoulders and set back down. Eventually, she seemed to normalize.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to discuss the bet now?”

“If they act up you win and if they don’t I win?”

“Yep ... I’ll leave Pete out of it ... so just Marky Mark or James. If either of them crosses the line or tries to I win.”

“And what do I get if they behave themselves?”

“I’ll let you earn the three strikes back.” Her eyes lit up. “IF I’m wrong.”

“And if you’re right?”

“I’m thinking. I’m not sure you have anything to offer me.”

‘What if we cut them off completely till you leave?”

“Marky Mark tried to rape your favorite child and all of you forgave him in less that a day. I’m not sure you have the testicular fortitude to actually black ball anyone.”

“It’s been done before ... to Minnie”

“We’ll have to discuss my mother on another day.”

She wailed, “She isn’t your mother ... I am.”

“Helen will have to agree to this too. If I’m right you cut them off till I leave: I get to put up cameras in each room of the house. I’m going to do that before your party, but they stay up if I’m right. One in each room. I get all of your phones ... to make a copy and download some software onto them.”

“Ok...”

“And you’re sure that Helen will agree to this?”

“I want those strikes back. She’ll help me.”

“Alright, the setup is simple. You coach your dutiful daughters that Mark and James are ‘Nos’ for the party. That’ll focus them on you and Helen. Or Jenn I suppose. I’ll pop a load into you before the party starts. You enforce the normal birth control rules you have. I.E. reinforce ‘no glove, no love.” And then when one of them pushes the limit you scream loud enough for me to come and stop them”

“Are you’re really sure they’ll do that?”

“One of them will, maybe both.”

I rummaged in my closet again and dug out the rest of the cameras I had on hand. I’d gotten them cheap from a kid at school. I was certain they were stolen, but I figured it was too good a deal to pass out. I handed her cameras for her room and bathroom. And set out one for every other room. No more secrets. No more lies.

“We’ll hold off on the sex till before the party. You just had a panic attack and need to talk to Helen and I need to deal with the cameras.”

I walked her upstairs realizing Joseph wasn’t getting his blanket back and she went towards her room. I moved throughout the house and set up the additional cameras. I tried to place them so they weren’t obvious, but weren’t hidden. I left the one for Annie’s room and Sylvie’s room on their beds with a note. It would be up to them where they put them and if they put them up since they hadn’t been part of the deal.

After that was done, I decided to go over the chat log and screen shots. I discovered a few things. There were plenty of messages deleted from the chat prior to the link being sent to me. Around the Italy trip it was Uncle James who repeatedly claimed I wasn’t interested in coming and that even if I had been I was too attached to Amy to leave her alone long enough for her induction. That was an odd thought. Was there a time in my life when I’d liked Amy? I resented her for at least five years, that rose to rage after she started harassing Heather, and finally to hatred when she murdered her.

Most of the other entries that had my name were about being worried I’d figure out what was going on. A few from Amy about them forgetting my 13^th birthday. Apparently, she was upset ... which is odd. Quite a bit around what to do after I’d hit Amy. Several deleted messages from her on it. And then several from her saying I didn’t deserve ‘x’ whether it be included in a trip, my 15th birthday, or the like. After that every time I was brought up the subject would get changed, mostly by Amy, Mark, or James.
I ran a search for Minnie’s Name. Most of it was aghast that she’s tried to regain custody of ‘the boy.’ Several talking about excommunicating her due to her relapsing that were all from James. I needed more information, but I’d have to gain access to everyone’s phones for it. I suspected Mark’s and Uncle James’ were most important
and that would require work and subterfuge. I needed to find the time to a deep dive into Amy’s. Eventually, I slept.

Christmas eve.

I provided a load for Daisy twenty minutes before the ‘party’ was supposed to start. I then took a seat on the couch. Amy sat next to me.

I asked, “How do these work?”

“You’re allowed to fuck whomever you’d like assuming it’s consensual.”

“No starter gun? Should I ask Mark if he wants me to break in his backdoor?”

“Nah, we can start whenever you’d like.”

“Why don’t you blow me, but keep it slow. I’m not anxious to cum and you may need to hop off so I can beat Mark or James down.”

“You really think they’ll try anything?”

“Did Helen and Daisy coach you?”

“No to everything from me, Sylvie, and Annie. Though it would’ve been a ‘no’ from me regardless. Rubbers for the moms.”

“Then yeah. It’ll happen.”

“Can I stay with you after?”

“You’ll need to help comfort the victim. You have a green light tonight. Any girl or girls you want. I’ll throw in your grandfather too.”

“Thank you, Can I stay with you after?”

“Tell me what you’re hiding from me and I’ll think about it.”

“What!?!”

“You heard me. Since you’re not going to answer, get your mouthful.”

She pouted, “You’re mad again.” I pointed at my crotch.’ I closed my eyes and she worked my zipper and pulled out my cock. Within a second she was working it with her mouth, hands, and tongue.

“I figured you’d be better at that. Eh, if I stick around past tomorrow I’ll have to give you some lessons.” That increased the intensity and while it was pleasant I directed, “Ease off. Take your time. Focus on making me enjoy it and making it last. And be a good whore and use your tongue.”

After a few minutes I heard the front door and opened my eyes. Sure, enough Mark and Uncle James entered. Something about the grins on their faces made me want to punch them in the face and drag them back out, but I waited.

I took stock of the room. Sylvie was working Jenn with a strap on the recliner. On the main sectional Pete was ensuring Annie was enjoying her second experience with a real cock. Helen was eating Daisy on the window seat in the dining room. Mark walked up to me and James walked up to Sylvie. Mark harumphed, “So you were invited?”

“Yeah, turns out they’ll take anyone; even rapists. You want me to stretch your backdoor?”

“I ain’t no faggot.”

“K, then move on.”

“Let’s fuck her together.”

“Amy is mine. You can move on.”

“Fuck you. I want to hit it.”

“She’s a person, not an ‘it.” I watched James head to the dining room with a look of barely contained rage on his face. I’d been distracted by Mark, so I wasn’t sure if Sylvie, Annie, or both rebuffed him.

“Mark ... you need to move on or I will let you know how it feels to get your bruises ground into pavement. Amy ... ride me.”

Mark’s heavily bruised face looked pissed. Amy pulled off and started to strip and he sputtered, “You’re fucking huge.”

“I’m Long John Silver. You should know that. I can tap your backdoor after I get bored of Amy. Unless you’d like to worship a superior organ.”

She positioned herself over me and guided my bell end to her entrance and slowly slid down.

Amy added for Mark’s benefit, “God, you’re so fucking thick.”

Mark’s voice raised to a near falsetto, “Why aren’t you wearing a rubber! You’re supposed to wear one.”

“You do. Amy said I don’t.”

“That’s not fucking fair.”

“She’s a person and makes her own decisions.”

I heard James scream, “What do you mean creampie?! You let that piece of shit fuck you bareback! You’re mine.”

Daisy admonished, “Don’t insult my son. If you want to fuck me, you have to put on a condom. It’s my decision.”

“You’re my sister-in-law. Why the fuck would you let that brat fuck you bareback and not me?”

I sighed. I’d hoped it would take longer, “Mark. I’m about to go give your dad the treatment I gave you. If you touch one of the girls without their permission, I’ll break whatever limb you used. Nod if you understand.”

He nodded.

I picked Amy up and moved her to the side. “Amy, go get Sylvie and Annie and get to your room. Lock the door till I’ve taken out the trash.”

As if queued, “No, Let her go!” rang out from Helen

I stood up and ran past the divider to the dining room. James was holding Daisy down and inside of her. Helen was smacking him on the back. I moved up behind him and punched him in the liver then grabbed his neck and pulled him off I locked my arm around his throat and squeezed. He slapped my arm and threw some elbows. Till I felt him go limp. I considered keeping my arm locked, but instead let him wilt. “Mark! Drag him home.”

Mark came in. “He just wanted to keep it fair.”

“Mark, Don’t fucking test me. Take him, home. And you two aren’t welcome in this house till I leave.”

He started to try and drag him and was struggling, “Just pull your fucking car around. I’ll carry him out in a minute.”

I turned to Daisy, “Are you okay.”

Daisy was bawling, “You were right.”

“Yeah, I’ll deal with him. Go to your daughters they’ll comfort you. They’re in the bitch’s room.”

I took the time to put my cock back in my pants and zip up before I slung James over my shoulder and walked him out to the car. Mark Had pulled around his escalade and I pulled the back door open and slung him in.

I turned back around and realized I’d need exterior cameras and to change the locks. There was no way two people as selfish as those two would let this go. They’d want their fleshlights back. I headed back in and headed downstairs. Or rather I would have, but five girls were waiting for me in the living room.

Daisy was still bawling into Helen. Helen glared at me, “You need to take her tonight. She wants you to comfort her and love her.”

“No. If she needs comfort, she has three daughters and a wife.”

Daisy begged, “Why not? I want my son to hold me.”

“Don’t make me have this conversation right now. Let me go downstairs. The five of you can pile up in a bedroom and work together so Daisy can feel better.”

Daisy pleaded, “I want you ... please.”

“No. Please, stop asking.”

Amy butted in, “She needs this.”

Sylvie let some disappointment sink into her voice, “Amy wanted you the other day and you had us do it, now our mom wants you. You saved her. You need to comfort her.”

I started taking deep, intentional breaths. I did everything I could to stay calm, to slow my heart rate. I tried to do what Sarah had taught me.

“I can’t do this. You don’t want this conversation. Just let me go downstairs. Please. If you give the slightest damn about me, let me go.”

Daisy continued, “Please, baby ... I need my son to hold me.”

“You don’t have a son.”

Helen’s religion vanished, “If this is about her not being your birth mother, I swear I’ll...”

“You’ll fucking what! Helen? Treat me like shit for years? Leave me behind when you go on vacation? Take away my Christmas or birthday presents? Rescind my dinner invite? You could kick me out, but that would be good for me! The only punishment you have is corporal fucking punishment and considering I just dragged a man that was 3 times your size out of this house I fucking dare you to try that! Jesus fucking christ. You’ve ignored me, ostracized me, and actively treated me like shit for years and now you demand I comfort you. You don’t have a bloody son. I stopped having parents the second you decided to fly off to fucking Italy without me ... without telling me ... without having arranged a place to stay while the house was being fumigated. Your son died on that day.

The day you let your daughter murder his best friend; your son died that day. The first time he woke up in the hospital knowing they’d called you and you didn’t fucking come because you’d had another fucking vacation you hadn’t told him about. Your son died that day. Your son is long dead. His body has five years of piled dirt on his grave.

And now you want the leftover husk to fucking comfort you. I’d have an easier time taking a stranger in my arms and holding them. Find me a fucking serial killer and I’ll comfort them at least I wasn’t the direct victim of their actions.”

Sylvie asked, “I thought things were getting better?”

“Cause I’m fucking you all now? That isn’t the same as emotional connection. That isn’t the same as a bond. Mutual caring. Shared experiences. Sex isn’t love. I thought things were getting better with your daughters. Two of them actually tried to include me in their life, but I was wrong.”

I pointed at Sylvie and Amy “And you’re still fucking lying and hiding shit from me.” Then back at Daisy, “I’m not responsible for your feelings. And I can’t be the one to comfort Daisy. She chose the four of you a long time ago, you’re her support system, so support her.”

Daisy tried to bargain, “But you saved me. You stopped my brother-in-law. You gave me that weighted blanket during the panic attack”

“Just because I don’t want you to be raped or have a panic attack, doesn’t mean we have any kind of bond. You chose to stop being my mother. You chose to stop giving a shit. You broke and buried the love I had for you a long time ago and just cause you realized you fucked up now cause fuckwits from the internet called you out on being terrible parents that doesn’t make it instantly come back. Nothing changed in the last two weeks aside from me getting my dick wet. Sex isn’t love. Sex isn’t acceptance.”

I realized Pete and Jenn weren’t jumping in and scanned the room only to find them engaged with each other on the sectional. What the fuck is wrong with this family?

Helen tried a gambit, “We’re trying.”

“Really, name three of my friends? What song did I get a standing ovation for during the Christmas concert you missed cause you planned to bribe me with sex instead? When do I visit Heather’s grave? What’s her brother’s name and why is he more my family than you? What’s my favorite band’s name? Hell, what kind of music do I listen to in general? What’s my favorite book? Favorite movie? Why did I dump Geoff to occasional hookup and start dating Mandy? Did you know when I figured out I was fucking bi? What kind of car do I drive? Why did I pick that one to burn my hard-earned savings on? Where is it parked right now? Not quite twenty, but I guarantee you can’t answer them.