Chapter 34

"And so, ladies, that's the deal. Have babies with me, and live a life of leisure forever after. I'm planning on offering the same deal to Shirley, as soon as she's ready to get pregnant again. I'm expecting to give Mama at least ten grand kids, with at least five of them being boys. All of my children will have the last name, Chalmers, since the name was my right at birth. I will continue to be Parsons. Any questions?"

"You don't really expect any of us to agree to being your brood mares do you?" I looked at Emily, she was as mad as I'd ever seen her. The fact that she'd remained sitting in her lounger at the pool, was testimony only to the horrible fascination she had felt as I spun my plan out for her.

"I agree to it. Just because you really like girls, Emily, that doesn't mean the rest of us don't want to be normal people." Brenda had never been a question mark in my mind. I knew she would go for it.

"I agree to it too. This is perfect for me." Joyce was beaming over at me, thrilled to be included in my plans. I knew she'd need a C section with the slim hips she still possessed. I wondered how Dad was going to take the news that I'd made his best employee pregnant. He liked to look far ahead though. I'm sure he would realize that ten or more new little Chalmers babies would be a good investment for the future of the company, in the long run.

"You can do it if you want to Brenda, but I never will." Emily was standing up. She was going to be gone, and soon, if I didn't find a way to make her stop. Emily had been the one fly in my ointment. I knew she wasn't likely to go for the same proposal that the others would accept.

"I'd marry you, Emily. The babies are for the family, but I want you for myself."

"I'm supposed to let you fuck all these other girls, but you want me for yourself?"

"I need ten babies so Mama will stop worrying about her bloodline. I love all four of you in different ways, but you're the only one I'd ever marry, Emily."

"Well, I wouldn't marry you. This is such a sick and disgusting idea. You must think we're all pretty desperate. I'm not."

"You'd never have to do any housework, a new car every year, you could shop anywhere you wanted to. When we weren't fighting, I'd even let you come live with me, in Uncle Bunny's house. I won't go through with this plan without you. If you agree to try it out, I'll have Brenda lick your pussy, until you tell her to quit."

"Hey, that's not part of the deal." Brenda didn't like it that Emily was getting a lot better offer than she was. With what I'd just added, she had to raise a protest. While Brenda was fuming and protesting, Joyce was wiggling all around on her lounger. She looked fascinated by everything that was unfolding.

"I'm making it part of the deal. There is no deal without Emily. We can still do the deal without you, but Emily has to be in on it, or else I won't even make the deal."

"How come she gets to marry you?" Brenda didn't try to hide her anger. She had reached a point where she had convinced herself that she was being wronged. Like Mama, Brenda felt she was due a concession also.

"Because I want to marry her." I bit off the words. For me, Brenda was the least important of the three. Mama wanted her though, her actions had made that clear to me.

"I'm not in, Kenny. I shouldn't even have come today, but Joyce made me curious." Emily had almost sat back down when I said I'd marry her. Now she was getting ready to leave again.

"Because she told you that Brenda would be here. Did I mention that I wasn't jealous about anything you and Brenda did when you were alone together? I know you still think about her a lot. I seem to remember that Brenda used to like the way you licked her pussy. I bet that Brenda has gotten over her dislike for reciprocating. All that time she's been in that girl's boarding school, I'll bet you she's gotten some good experience at eating pussy."

Emily sat back down. She didn't say anything, but I was pretty sure she was willing to watch and listen, to see how it was all going to be played out.

"What about Shirley? Why do you think she'd go along with this stupid plan of yours?" Emily was interested. She'd never have asked about Shirley if she wasn't considering doing it herself.

"I'm not as sure about her. If she wants to be a part of it, she's welcome. If she doesn't, then that's okay too. She wasn't even in my dream, but you other three were."

"You want us all to do all this because of some stupid dream you had. Dreams don't mean anything."

"It wasn't just a dream, Em. That's not why I'm doing this either. I already told you that I have problems with all of you. The worst of my problems are with Brenda, but I'm willing to set them aside, for you. Most of what I'm doing here is for Mama, and for you. You can have Brenda and me. You don't have to choose, and you don't have to act or pretend."

"She doesn't want me. She's already said that. I thought you weren't going to force people to do what they don't want to do?" Emily was back to glaring at me. I had known from the beginning that this was a bad idea. I needed to get some things settled though, and this was the fastest way to do it.

"I've got what she does want though, and she only gets what she wants, after we get what we want. Don't give Brenda more power over you than she already has. She says whatever she thinks will get her the best deal. Don't let her keep doing that to you, Em."

"I'm right here, Kenny. You don't have to talk about me like I was at home, sleeping in my bed. I'm not trying to do anything to or with Emily. That's all your idea, not mine."

"Brenda, this would be a great time for you to tell Emily that you're just dying to lick her pussy. Tell her how much you've missed her tongue too."

"I will not, none of that's true Emily. Kenny is just trying to make you think I want that."

"If it isn't true, and if you don't tell her it's true, you can just get up and leave our group now, Brenda. You think you're something special, just because Emily and I get horny every time we look at you. That's not enough. I'm telling you right now that you need to put more into it than just how good you look."

"Would I have to do it all the time, or just once?" Her question didn't surprise me, it was typical Brenda. She and I both knew she'd do whatever I told her she needed to do, but she couldn't not posture. By trying to appear reluctant, she was hoping to increase the value of her participation with us.