Chapter 2

Get a good look now, Justin, because when I go out there and tell Mom what you have done, she is going to let me mow your ass like it is grass!” Tyra challenged her little brother when she heard her mother calling them. She didn’t really plan to tell her mother. That would ruin the game. She just wanted to fuck with her little brother’s head in retaliation for making the game so perverted.

“Yeah, dude,” Tim reminded Justin that he couldn’t just make the girls walk out in the living room completely naked in front of their mother and Buddy.

“Justin doesn’t have the balls to do that,” Julie snickered. She ironically used the term balls because her older brother and sister had said the same thing to them. She didn’t want to walk out of their room naked, but it would probably put an immediate end to the bet with her sister. A bet she was already regretting because she knew that her brother was enjoying watching her uncomfortably stand flat-footed and naked with a thumb up her ass.

Anyone would enjoy seeing her standing naked in front of them. Julie was a pretty girl that favored the actress Aimee Teegarden. Her body was perfect, and she was very athletic and fit.

“What will you tell mom?” Justin asked Tyra. He seemed defeated and perhaps a little regretful about taking his experiment so far.

Tyra ruthlessly laid out how she would string Justin up by his balls for putting the two of them under mind control.

“You can just order them not to say anything about it,” Tim offered a quick suggestion.

“No,” Justin dismissed his brother’s suggestion. He told Tyra to put the panties she showed him on and wear a t-shirt. It didn’t come down far enough to cover her thighs, and if she bent over, her panties would show.

“What am I supposed to do with my thumb?” Tyra said sourly when she plucked it out.

“Suck on it,” Justin smirked as he watched his eldest sister dress. He told Julie to do the same thing. She protested at first because he expected her to wear one of Tyra’s flimsy pairs of panties, but she obeyed him.

Their mother screamed, “LUNCH!” again. Tyra removed her thumb long from her mouth enough to warn her brother that he was almost out of time. “Tick tock, mother fucker! Just wait until I get out there!”

“You will remove your thumbs from your mouth,” Justin said. He seemed much more confident as if his earlier worry over his mother’s discovering he dosed his sister’s with mind control had all been an act. He clearly had a plan, and that worried Julie.

“You are free to tell Mom that I gave you some mind control tea, and you have to do anything I tell you if you want to. I give it less than 2% probability she will believe you. I will deny it. Then I will tell you to strip completely naked and give Buddy a lap-dance. When you do it, who do you think she will blame? Me or you?”

The girls immediately froze in terror. They realized their mom would find this story as unbelievable as they did. They also knew that Buddy liked to ogle both of them and that worried their mother. She liked him, but he couldn’t help himself. He liked looking at her pretty daughters, and Tyra and Julie even flirted with him sometimes as a goof.

Justin scribbled something down in his notebook. Tim asked him what it was. Justin thought nothing of revealing what he observed. “The subjects are incapable of disobedience. However, they are still rational actors. They know right from wrong. They have values and maintain their existing preferences. They can make choices when I give them choices. This is a fascinating experiment.”

He ordered the girls to join him for lunch.

“About time! I was fixing to come in there and drag you lot out!” Tami said. She was secretly happy. All four of her kids were getting along together. They usually bickered or ignored one another. Tim had as much in common with his little brother Justin as a lion, and a dung beetle did. Tyra was often a bad influence on Julie, but it seemed like they were all happy and getting along.

Buddy noticed immediately that the girls were wearing short t-shirts that showed off their legs almost up to their waist. Tami assumed the girls were wearing shorts underneath the shirts. They often slept in long shirts. She knew her eldest daughter especially liked to tease Buddy. Tami felt it was Tyra’s way of testing Buddy to see if he was truly interested in her or had a roving eye for any young thing in a skirt. It still made Tami uncomfortable when Tyra overtly flirted with him.

Julie was a little more subtle about it. She had a naïve, almost virginal approach, where she acted like a helpless teenager who needed a strong or wise man to help her do something. Julie definitely had daddy issues.

Tami is good looking and has the classic MILF look. She could easily be compared to the actress Connie Britton. She has freckles like Julie and frosted medium length blonde hair. She is used to men staring at her and her daughters. It isn’t anything new to her, even though it did feel a little disrespectful when Buddy watched the girl’s bouncing butts as they sashayed across the living room into the kitchen. It was as if he was waiting for that one perfect moment when the t-shirt hem bounced up high enough he’d catch a glimpse of their butts.

The girls frequently wore skimpy bikinis that revealed much more skin anyway. The short t-shirt drew the eye to their waist, though. Tami decided not to mention it. It may only incentivize the girls to seek more attention if she complained about how they were dressed.

Tami’s own upbringing was much more conservative, and the more her father complained about her short skirts when she was young, the more skin she wanted to show.

The girls plopped down in their chair at the table and crossed their legs.

“Why don’t you stand up and help Mom with lunch?” Justin smiled at them with a kind expression that hid his desire to test the girl’s obedience to him.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Tyra asked Justin.

“Telling,” Justin said.

Tyra sighed and stood up and offered to help her mother. Julie joined her. Tami was so shocked that her daughters were willing to help with chores that she didn’t know what to ask them to do. “Set the table,” she said.

The girls quickly set down paper plates and passed around the plastic spoons and forks. Tami had dishes, but she hated to wash them. The trailer wasn’t equipped with a dishwasher. It was something that shocked the entire family when they first moved in because they assumed ALL homes came equipped with dishwashers.

“Wash the dishes for Mom so that we can stop using so many paper plates,” Justin said to Tyra and Julie.

They abruptly started washing the dishes. Tami was so surprised she didn’t know what to say to them. Buddy noticed that as they scrubbed the dishes, their t-shirt hems lifted slightly, and he could see a little of their round, pert asses peeking out.

“Do you two have bottoms on underneath those t-shirts?” Tami folded her arms as she watched the girls bounce slightly while doing the chores.

“Of course we do,” Tyra rolled her eyes.

Tami remained skeptical. The way her daughter’s t-shirts were positioned she could see just their bare bottoms peeking out.

“Show mom that you have bottoms on. I don’t think she believes you,” Justin said.

Tyra and Julie stopped and looked at each other. Tyra thought nothing of lifting her t-shirt in the back and showing her ass. The white lace thong was clearly taut between her butt-cheeks. Julie, on the other hand, was mortified.

“Girls!!” Tami was shocked. This was surprising behavior for even Tyra. Tyra had always been the kind to run around naked in the sprinklers when they were little. She had to be forced to wear clothes up until she entered puberty and sprouted tits. It still seemed out of character even for her most audacious daughter to moon Buddy and her at the dinner table.

“He told us to do it,” Tyra blamed Justin like he had dared her to do it.

“Do you do everything your brother tells you?” Tami chuckled.

“Yes,” Julie answered.

“I wish. I’d tell him to tell you to mow that grass. It’s getting so long, and my honeydew list is even longer,” Tami looked at Buddy to remind him that he was expected to mow the grass.

“I told you the lawnmower is broken, and I need to get it repaired. Unless you want me out there with a pair of grass clippers there is nothing I can do,” Buddy complained.

“Tyra was just telling me how much she would like to mow grass,” Justin alluded to her threat about mowing his ass like it was grass. Tyra was about to offer some lemony smart-ass remark, but Justin cut her off. “After lunch take the grass clippers and go outside and mow the grass for mom and Buddy,” Justin said.

“I’d love to see that,” Tami chuckled at the outrageous idea.

Tyra and Julie said nothing. They continued washing dishes. There was a LOT of them. They had piled up, and that was one reason Tami was using paper plates and plastic forks today.

“Why don’t you sit down and join us?” Tami asked as the rest of the family watched the girls wash dishes while looking at their grilled cheese sandwiches and potato chips.

“We need to finish washing the dishes first,” Julie said.

Justin happily wrote another observation into his notebook. “The normal hierarchy structure of the family unit does not apply when a command is given to the subjects. The subjects will ignore it when my authority supersedes those orders.”

The family started eating while they watched the girls wash dishes. Julie was intensely aroused by the humiliation, and she was dripping wet. She hated realizing she was turned on by it and that her thighs were quickly becoming sticky. Her nipples were poking through the nearly transparent white t-shirt.

She was tempted to do something so outlandish that her mom would freak out and forbid them from continuing to behave like total sluts in the kitchen. She had to wait for her brother to give such an order, though. The constant tension of waiting for that outlandish order and the possibility it would be so humiliating she wouldn’t dare do it was only intensifying Julie’s arousal for reasons she did not understand at the time.

Buddy, Justin, and Tim ate slow enough that they got to enjoy the entire show at the dishwasher. They occasionally saw the girl’s shirt hems raise when they reached for something. Tami tried not to pay any attention. He was surprised when the girls got up to go outside and mow the grass with the grass cutters. “You don’t really have to do that,” she said.

“You said it needs cutting,” Tyra shrugged. She did not want to do any physical labor, but if it meant winning the bet, she would sweat in the hot sun with her sister and cut grass a few blades at a time with a scissor shaped pair of grass shears.