2nd Monday Morning: Part 1

2^nd Monday Morning: Part 1

Emanuel

The alarm begin to blare as Emanuel’s eyes opened. “Is it really morning already? I don’t want to get up.”

Allison turned toward him. “Neither do I. I’m very comfortable right where I am. But, we have to.”

“Especially since I need to pee. I love holding both my muse and my pillar, but I really do need both of you to get up so I can.”

Allison groaned. “Can we have just a few more minutes?”

“Only if you’re okay with me going right here.”

“No. The last thing I need is Sarah pointing out that I let something like that happen. We’ll let you up.”

Emanuel sat up as Allison did, and Kara seemingly dashed from the bed. She wasn’t kidding, was she?

Apparently not Manny. Do you think there’s enough room for all of us to shower at once?

Maybe. It’ll be a tight squeeze, and I’m not sure we have time for that. I’m sure that if Kara wants company she’ll be happy if that’s you.

I’ll go see. Allison stood up and slightly stumble her way to the bathroom. You’re right. By the way, it’s a good thing we let her up when we did.

He stood up and stretched. You’ve been right about a lot of those feelings this week. I can trust you to be right about this too. Did you run into Sarah on your way there?

He chuckled. But you are I take it.

Yeah. Most of the time actually. Does that make me weird?

Unusual? Maybe. Weird? Not at all. He started to pace back and forth. I hope your sister’s going to be okay this week.

He laughed. Be ‘half in the Program’, right?

Yeah. I’d want to take it a step further, though. Shower is all yours by the way.

Thanks; I’ll be there momentarily. What do you mean by ‘a step further’?

He quickly made his way to the bathroom in time to see the door open and Allison step out. “Kara’s just finishing rinsing up. I think she wants to spend a little time with you this morning as well.” He quickly stepped into the shower, bracing himself as Kara launched herself at him in a hug.

Emanuel gently kissed Kara on the forehead. I’m not really comfortable wearing a skirt. Now, if I had a kilt that would be another matter entirely.

I think we need to get you a few then.

Kara leaned up, kissed him gently, and stepped out of the shower. That could be pretty cool, yeah. But, honestly, I’m not crazy about the idea of going commando at the moment.

Why?

He reached for the soap. Because, in case you weren’t paying attention, my parts dangle dangerously close to where zippers usually are. I don’t want to risk getting him caught in the zipper, and I’m not crazy about the cold metal of the zipper being in somewhat constant contact with one of my most sensitive body parts.

Nice. Emanuel stepped out of the shower, dried off quickly, then headed for his room. I’ll be down in just a moment. He slipped on a pair of underwear, his jeans and a pair of socks; then grabbed his bag and went downstairs.

“You too dearie?”

“Yes. I’m sure Ally and Kara already said this, but I’ll say it again;” he paused “getting fully dressed just feels too weird after spending most of last week naked.”

She smiled. “The bus will be here soon.”

Emanuel looked at Kara, and in unison with Allison said “close your ears.”

“SARAH!!!! BREAKFAST NOW!”

“Do you need to do that every morning Mrs. Kirse?” Kara asked.

“Rare mornings, no. But generally the answer is yes. Now, I don’t hear her coming down yet, so I’m going to go upstairs and get her myself. She won’t have much time to eat if she doesn’t hurry up.”

“Who are we going to tell first today?” Kara asked.

“Tony, Cosette, and Laura I think” Allison replied. “The rest of the school we can get to as we have the opportunity.”

Emanuel nodded his head and continued eating. He glanced up at the clock a few moments later as Sarah finally came downstairs. She has maybe five minutes to eat. Do you have any idea why she does this to herself?

Probably because she thinks the rules don’t apply to her. Why she’d think that I have no clue. Nothing mom and dad have ever done should have reinforced that idea.

She also looks sort of grumpy this morning.

Gee ... I wonder why? Allison replied sarcastically.

“You three just had to go back for one more round last night. It was bad enough missing the ice cream cake. The last thing I wanted was to have to hear the banshee again.

Really? She’s calling me a banshee again?

“It’s not like you’re quiet either” Kara began. “I didn’t fall asleep right away last night; but I know what you were up to.”

“Now then dearies, none of that today. You have only a few minutes to get ready before the bus arrives.”

Emanuel stood up and returned his dishes to the sink as Sarah rolled her eyes. “But, I just started eating!”

“And you’d have had more time if you woke up even a little bit earlier. It’s not my fault you refused to wake up when you should have.”

“Ready precious? And you too partner?”

Allison nodded her head and Kara finished tying her shoes. “Yes my pillar.”

They quietly got on the bus, sat down next to each other and watched as Sarah came running out of the house just as it was about to leave. Emanuel relaxed as the girls cuddled close to him and rested their heads on his shoulders.

When he looked up again, the school was just coming into view. “I think I see Tony and Cosette waiting by the front door. But, I haven’t spotted Laura yet.”

“That’s okay Manny. We can always tell her when we see her later.”

The bus stopped, and the three of them stepped off and headed towards Tony and Cosette. “Hey guys. I see Cosette started a trend last week.”

Allison chuckled. “After last week, it felt too weird to get fully dressed. Besides, I’ve gotten used to these gals being free. Not having to deal with a bra for the last few days has been wonderful.”

“Is something different about you big sis and big bro?”

“What do you mean Cosette? Besides following your lead, I don’t see anything different.”

“No Tony, I’m sure there’s something else.”

Emanuel glanced at Kara and Allison, a ‘which one of you wants to’ look on his face. Allison smiled. “Very perceptive of you Cosette. What’s different is that Manny and I are no longer just a couple. We’re now a triad with Kara.”

Tony’s eyes went wide for a second. “A triad? I see you’re already making good use of the books.”

“What’s a triad big sis?”

“It’s simply three people in a relationship with each other instead of two.”

“So, does that mean that you...”

“Yes Cosette. Much of yesterday, and in almost all of the possible combinations. By the way, have either of you seen Laura yet? We want to tell her before the rumors start to fly around.”

Tony shook his head. Cosette nodded hers as she deftly took off her shirt and bra. “I think I saw her go inside a few minutes ago, mumbling something about needing to help the Vice-principal with something.”

“Did you want to join us again Cosette?”

“Yes big sis.”

Tony glanced at his watch. “I think we can go in if we want to. By the way, why does your sister look so grumpy this morning?”

Allison started towards their homeroom. “Long story short, her behavior pissed off Mom for the last time last night, and by extension, dad too. So they enrolled her into the Program for this week.”

“That doesn’t sound fair” Tony replied.

“She was warned of the consequence ahead of time, and chose to ignore it. This is entirely on her.”

Allison looked up as they approached their homeroom. Cosette turned to them. “I think big sis Kara’s homeroom is close to mine. We can walk with you if you’d like.”

“Big sis? Like Allison?”

“Yes. If you’re dating either of them, then your my big sis too.”

I think Cosette just made Kara’s day even better precious.

I think you’re right. “We’ll see you guys later.”

“If not sooner, then at lunch for sure” Kara added happily.

Emanuel nodded and stepped into the classroom. Their teacher looked up at them. “No shirts? You two know you don’t need to do that anymore, right?”

He smiled. “Yes. We want to.”

“Very well.”

They quietly sat down. I’m hearing more whispering this morning than I’d expect to Manny. It feels like it’s something to do with us.

Probably. I recognize at least one of the girls from the bus here, and we weren’t exactly subtle this morning. I’m sure the rumor mill has already started.

They’re going to announce the new Program people for this week soon, right?

Yes. Let’s see if you’re right about your dad. Emanuel listened carefully as the announcement was given. Sarah’s name was definitely there. I also recognized Kara’s too.

Emanuel glanced up at the clock. It’s almost time for psychology.

It’s going to be weird not being each teacher’s unpaid help.

That’s for sure.

He smiled as the bell rang. What will be even weirder is not getting accosted in the hallways on the way to class for requests.

We can now be the ones making the requests. Although, to be honest precious, the only person I’m interested in making requests of is Kara.

Allison grabbed his hand. I know we might get called out by a teacher for this, but please don’t let go of my hand until we get to psychology.

He smiled and pointed to their approaching classroom. Exactly. And she’ll have questions for sure, especially knowing that this is Kara’s week.

What about the girl that insisted you are a pervert for getting something from doing things to others?

She was disarmed enough that I don’t think her word will carry much weight. Besides, there will always be somebody who disagrees with us strongly on something.

Emanuel looked up as their teacher studied them curiously as they entered. “Did you two not get enough nudity last week?” she joked.

“I think this is becoming a habit” he replied.

“Are you two willing to assist me with today’s lesson then? I want to explore the psychology behind the Program, and why the folks supporting it believe it will work to change society for good.” She paused. “I can’t force you now, so I’ll only pull you in if you are willing.”

“What do you think precious?”

“I see no reason to not participate. Unless you have something weird in mind for us.”

“Not at all. I primarily want to use you two as a breathing example of the forces at work here.

“Sure” they responded in unison.

She smiled. “Good. Please wait outside for a few moments while the rest of the class arrives.”

He stepped out and looked at the crowd waiting outside the door. “Just go in already.”

The bell rang, and the crowd suddenly dashed in. I’ll never understand why so many people insist on doing that Manny.

Me neither.

“Allison and Emanuel have agreed to assist me today with today’s lesson. We’ll be covering how the Program works.”

“But we all know that already.”

“Not the mechanics or rules of the Program. I’m talking about the psychology behind the Program; which of our internal systems and rules it uses to achieve its’ goals.” She turned to them. “Please enter and take your seats so that we can begin.”

Emanuel entered, put his bag down by one of the chairs in the front of the class, then laughed. What’s funny Manny?

Look at what I almost did, and you actually did when she gave that command.

I went to grab a seat and... she paused, then broke out laughing. Just five days of the Program was enough to condition us to go straight for the front.

“Now, what did you observe class?”

“They came in and sat down in the front. What’s so special about that?”

Emanuel shook his head. “May I answer this?”

“Go ahead.”

He turned to the student who answered. “We are no longer in the Program. Our ‘seats’ should be amongst all of you, not here facing you. But, without thinking about it, Allison took a seat as if she still is a Program participants.”

“But you didn’t” another student noted.

“I almost did. If I wasn’t paying attention at that moment, I would have. This is a concept called ‘operant conditioning’.”

“So?”

Their teacher sighed. “Operant conditioning is the mental mechanic that takes a set of instructions, pairs that up with a trigger of some sort, and makes following those instructions automatic when a person experiences that trigger. It could be something as simple as a sound; if I were to play the end of period bell, what would you do?”

“Pack up my things so I can start heading toward my next class, of course.”

“Even though we’re only five minutes into this period?”

“Yes, because that bell means...” the student paused as the thought clicked “oh.”

“That is the power of operant conditioning. I can make you think it’s much later than it actually is simply by reproducing one sound. All it took to get Allison to sit down in the front was to ask for their help while mentioning the Program.” She glanced around the class. “But, some of you might say, that only effects the participants. Not us.” She smiled at the look of shock that appeared on some of their faces. “The response, to that point, is in two parts. The first is the simpler one; every one of you will be in Allison or Emanuel’s shoes at some point. If not here, somewhere else.”

She paused. “The second involves another psychological idea. That is, the idea that repeated exposure to a stimulus will eventually normalize it. This is the idea behind a fairly common treatment for people with phobias. The only real difference between exposure therapy and the Program is the speed at which they bring the experience to full intensity. Exposure therapy is always gradual; starting off very light and progressing to the next intensity as the client is deemed capable of handling it. For example; someone with a fear of snakes might start by being shown pictures of a snake, then have a live snake in a tank somewhere in the room, to eventually having the snake brought close to them or even put on them. The Program, on the other hand, ramps up to almost full intensity right away.”

“Almost?”

“Yes, almost. Those of you who read the rules booklet that was sent out over the summer should remember that full intercourse is never required on school grounds, not even by a teacher. Older versions of the rules didn’t allow it to happen at all. And the reasonable request rules don’t require the participants to agree to any form of penetration. Full intensity would allow, encourage, or possibly even require penetration as part of the experience.”

She paused again, and glanced up at the clock. “The only reason it may not feel like you’ve been ‘thrown into the deep end’ is that there IS a limiting factor to the experience.”

“But you said the Program was designed to crank the volume almost to the max right away. How can there be a limiting factor?”

“The limiting factor, is in fact, you. Participants have the right to start small; poses and the like, then move to touches. The time limits for any of these ensures that participants are usually in some positive state of arousal; which, just on its own, encourages the participant to explore more and allow more intense experiences.”

“Again, what about those that are not participants during that week?”

“To a certain degree, everyone of you is a potential participant. Unless you never make a request of someone and decided to navigate the world completely blind and deaf, you’d never be able to completely ignore those of you who are walking around naked. But, beyond that technicality, the rest of the school largely sets the tone for the official participants. How many of you would go straight to requests to touch a participant with the intent to bring them to orgasm?”

The three of them looked a little shocked as two of the boys in the back raised their hands. “You two aside, everyone else would start at simple poses or, at most, exploratory touches, right?”

The other hands shot up. “Of course.”

“By choosing to start there with a new participant, you’d set the tone for them at a significantly lower intensity than your outlier classmates. That is a limit on its own. And if the rest of the school followed similar ideals, then the overall tone is set much lower than it would be expected if someone was just working off the Program’s official rules.”

She glanced at the clock again. “There is one other dominant idea at work here. That idea is ‘herd mentality’. Basically, it’s the idea that in a large enough group, individual members will subconsciously act the way the group is; regardless of whether or not they agree with that way of acting. As before, there is always the chance of an outlier or two in a given group; but they largely have little to no impact on the group as a whole.”

“How big does a group need to get for this to start working?”

“As little as three people; although this is somewhat rare. Usually, no less than six or seven. That’s generally enough people that those in the group begin to feel that they can be anonymous.”