Chapter 52: Table Scraps

"Home again!" Daddy called unsnapped his seat belt. "Time to get everything unloaded and wash up for dinner."

"I'm come, come, coming, Da, Da, Daddy!" Kathy screamed as Christi made a final lap around her carnal course.

"Oh," Daddy smiled, "and thanks for the show on the way home, girls. It was great."

"Anytime Daddy-Master," Christi blushed and her mood clip, again, glowed a bright cherry red.

"Christi!" Kathy teased, "if I didn't know better, I'd say you have a crush on someone. Should I be jealous?"

"Well, he is your dad, sweetheart, it's not like I'm cheating or anything."

"That's true," Kathy giggled, "I just think it's funny when an almost-lesbian suddenly goes guy-gushy."

"That's why I'm an ALMOST lesbian. And anyway, it's perfectly natural for a girl to have a crush on her almost-father-in-law. I'm sure you'd feel the same way about my dad," Christi suddenly looked sad, "if he was still around."

"You're right, Chris. I'm sorry," Kathy whispered as she wiped a tear from her beloved's eye, "everything I've got is yours, including Daddy."

"Including Michael, now that you know he's rich?"

"Of course, you little worry wart." Kathy tickled Christi's taunt little tummy. "You know it's double or nothing."

"Come on girls," Daddy called from the door, "get the car unloaded so we can eat. Don't be late for dinner!"

The happy girls unloaded the boxes and bags and stacked them neatly in the upstairs hall closet. They then changed into white over-the-knee socks and shorty T-shirts and hurried to the table.

"That's what I like," Daddy smiled as he took his seat, "everyone on time for the best meal of the day. Let's eat!" The little family dove into the delicious salad Mommy had prepared.

"This is great dressing, Mommy." Kathy licked her lips. "Is it from the store?"

"Actually, you can thank your brother for it." Mommy smiled. "I'm glad you like him."

"Wait a minute," Daddy interjected, "I thought we weren't going to let Billy come until after his birthday party. That's why he's tied up with his hands behind his back."

"Oh," Mommy smirked, "I don't think he enjoyed it very much. You know those milking machines dairies use?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I rented one this morning and hooked him up to it."

"Those things aren't exactly made with a man in mind," Daddy winced. "Ouch!"

"That's what he said. After I got it working, I sort of, well, went shopping. And, when I came back, I had a pint of fresh dressing and one very drained young man."

"It tastes like honey mustard," Christi noted, "I didn't know Billy'd had a flavour implant."

"He hasn't. I had to lube him up to get him into the pump, so I used honey and mixed in some hot Chinese mustard," Mommy grinned her wicked grin, "to give it a certain zing."

"Oh God," Daddy sniggered, "that hurts just to think about!"

"Mommy, maybe you should pour some over 'dear' brother's table scraps," Kathy cackled and popped a big green fork-full of lettuce into her mouth, "you know, kind of like a reward for giving that little extra for good taste."