Part 111: Games People Play

Day 73: Wednesday, November 27

Chapter 1

Kim walked up the path leading to the front door of the Plummer house. It was quite dark outside since it was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, but the path was well lit.

As she came to the door, she saw two burly men dressed in work clothes carrying a lot of equipment headed the other way. They politely nodded their heads in her direction as they passed, but while still in Kim's earshot one said to another, "Did you see that? There goes ANOTHER one! What is this place?"

The other replied, "You're telling me! What is that, the sixth, no, the seventh hot babe we've seen here tonight? Shit, if we ever get another order at this address, I'm going to fucking kill to get the job!"

Kim couldn't hear any more as they drifted out of her hearing range. She puzzled at what they were talking about, though she was both offended and pleased to gather that she was one of the "hot babes" they were referring to.

She reached the door and rang the doorbell.

Amy opened the door with a happy smile. "Kim! Cool! So glad you could make it. Come on in!" She immediately dragged her inside and crushed her in an enveloping embrace before Kim could even get a word in edgewise.

As Kim pulled away from the hug, she had a chance to get a better view of Amy. She was stunned at how dressed up Amy was.

Amy had never been a big dresser, which wasn't surprising given that she didn't have much regard for clothes in the first place. But tonight Amy was dolled up to the nines in an elaborately fancy white dress complete with long white gloves. She was even wearing some traces of lipstick and make-up, which was unheard of for Amy, because she liked the all-natural look and was beautiful enough not to need make-up if she didn't want it. She also wasn't wearing a hair band, which was equally unheard of for her.

Kim asked, "Amy, like, what's going on? Do you have plans to go somewhere special?"

Amy laughed. "Yep. Right here. The poke-her party!"

Just then, Susan came into view as she sauntered through the living room into the entry way.

Kim's heart skipped a beat and her jaw dropped. She was partly shocked because she realized with horror that because Susan was as decked out in finery as Amy was, the party clearly was much more of a fancy dress-up occasion than she had realized. Another part of her shock concerned the blue gown Susan was wearing. It looked very elegant at first glance, but then Kim noticed that the fabric was semi-transparent. One could see her nipples quite clearly, and a glance at her crotch blatantly showed that Susan had a thick, dark bush. She didn't find that disturbing, just exciting.

But most of Kim's shock was simply because she was looking at Susan in the flesh. Kim had a deep crush on Susan, even though the two of them had never met up close before. Kim's feelings started in early November. Katherine had been confiding to Kim about some of her new sexual adventures with Susan, back in the very early days before she fully realized the danger of sharing knowledge of incest with anyone else, and Kim had gotten so excited about it that she'd begged for and received a photo of Susan in a bikini. She loved the photo because, quite simply, she thought that Susan was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen. Kim had quite a thing for big-breasted women, perhaps in part because she felt that her own chest was inadequate, and Susan was simultaneously wholesome yet improbably busty.

Kim gaped because Susan looked much better in real life than in the photograph. The fact that Susan had filled out by two cup sizes since the picture was taken helped some, but much of it was that Susan in her high heels was unexpectedly full-bodied and tall. She simply towered over most other women.

Kim was so taken aback by all this that she blurted out, "You're a goddess! A real live goddess!"

Susan walked forward and took Kim's hand to shake it. She smiled at the compliment, but also seemed puzzled. "Why, thank you. You're Kim, right? You're on the cheerleader team with Amy and Katherine, aren't you?"

Kim tried to recover and act intelligently, but for her looking at Susan was like staring into the sun: she was blinded by beauty. After a very long pause, she said, "Uh ... yeah." She immediately wanted to slap herself on the forehead for such a brainless reply. She found herself blushing furiously.

"I've heard a lot about you. My children really like you. What are you doing here?"

Susan obviously wasn't wearing a bra or panties, and just as obviously, her gown wasn't doing a thing to constrain her massive tits. They were jiggling and swaying all over the place even when she was standing in place.

Kim gawked in awe. This was better than any lesbian porn film she'd ever seen, because Susan was close enough to reach out and touch. Yet, even up close, her skin was flawless.

Amy could see that Kim needed help, so she said with her usual gaiety, "Kim's here for the party!"

Susan looked at Kim with a critical eye. She said, "I know that you're aware of, well, a lot of what goes on around this house, if you know what I mean. I understand that you helped bring Alan and Katherine together in an intimate way, and I'm very grateful for that. But I didn't hear anything about you coming."

Kim knew that she had to explain herself or she'd be in trouble, so she managed to eke out, "Uh, Alan invited me! At school today!"

Susan stared right at Kim's B-cup chest with a curious expression. "Huh. That's interesting." She thought, I know Kim is nice and all, but Tiger can do a lot better. Maybe in a couple of years, when she hopefully grows up and out.

Susan had a fair amount of "boob snobbery," especially since she'd developed her Big Tits Theory. However, she did her best to hide it, because she didn't want Kim or anyone else to feel bad.

Chapter 2

Just then, Xania and Suzanne strolled into view.

Suzanne was wary about Kim's presence at the party, due to her fear of the family's incestuous secret possibly spreading, but she figured it was way too late to do anything about it. So she put up a good front and said with great friendliness, "Welcome, Kim! I've heard a lot about you. Don't mind Susan; she's just rightfully wary about strangers being in the know about things around here. She warms up a good deal once you get to know her."

Kim was stunned. She simply couldn't believe what she was seeing. She knew that Suzanne was Amy's mother, and she'd heard some classmates josh Amy about having a centerfold-worthy mother. She'd even seen Suzanne at a distance a couple of times, sitting in a car in the school parking lot as she waited to pick up Amy after cheerleading practice. But to see Suzanne up close like this completely blew her mind. It seemed like Suzanne's body was a near duplicate of Susan's. Suzanne towered over Kim's short stature, just as Susan did, but was nonetheless as voluptuous as a woman could be.

And then there was Xania. Her body was so much like the other two that it was uncanny. If it weren't for the fact that their faces were quite different, Kim would have assumed the three were siblings, possibly even triplets.

She blurted out, "No way!" Then, gaining confidence, she practically screamed, "No fucking way! This is, this is ... Valhalla! ... Olympus! ... It's like ... like Heaven!"

She was amazed enough at the physical beauty of the three older women, not to mention that they were all so big without being in the slightest bit fat. But she was also quite impressed by what they wore. Complementing Susan's blue dress, Suzanne wore a red one and Xania wore a dark green one. All were low cut and looked fantastic. Amy stood to the side in a white dress. Kim considered them some kind of basic-colors gang; she half expected to see yet another ravishing woman come strolling out dressed in yellow to complete the picture.

The four women now standing around Kim laughed, pleased that Kim was so stunned by their looks. Suzanne said, "My, my, what a flatterer we have here. I'm Suzanne, Amy's mother, by the way, and this is Xania, a family friend from out of town."

Kim wasn't thinking but simply blurted her thoughts again in Xania's direction. "Oh my God, has Alan fucked you too?"

Xania jutted a hip out provocatively and said, "What do you think?" Her proud look left no doubt that the answer was yes.

"Holy Toledo! If Alan sleeps with the likes of you three, then what on Earth is he doing with the likes of me at school?! Next time I see him, I swear, I'm going to bow before him in awe. If he's with you all, and more, he's got to be some kind of sex god!"

Susan couldn't help but smirk a little bit. My sentiments exactly, all around! Okay, he's not a god, but you just try to have a son like that and say 'no' to his fat cock. It can't be done.

Suzanne modestly ignored Kim's question and replied instead, "No, he's not a god; he's just very, very, very, very, very lucky." She said each "very" slowly for extra emphasis. "Did I use enough very's? Because he's a damn lucky guy and I hope he never forgets it." Since Suzanne was the one who'd essentially given Alan the sex life he now enjoyed, she knew better than anyone just how lucky he was.

Xania said, "I think you need a couple more 'verys'." This was both a joke and her honest opinion. She added, "At least, though, you can say he's played his lucky hand very well."

"True," Suzanne nodded. "But in any case, Kim, I understand that you've known about the incest for over a month and you haven't told anybody. I sure hope that's true and that you'll continue to use discretion. You can be trusted with anything that might happen tonight, can't you?"

Kim was seized with fear. She figured that if she answered incorrectly, she might not be allowed to walk amongst these Earthly goddesses. So she pulled herself together enough to answer, "Uh, yeah ... Of course! ... In fact, Alan said something about how my being invited was a 'thank you' for being such a good sport and so tight-lipped about things. You can trust me! Definitely!"

Suzanne reached out and patted Kim on the shoulder. "Relax. You look like you're about to hyperventilate or something. Don't worry. We all know you're bisexual, and that's cool. We're all bisexual too, except for Alan, of course."

Suzanne pondered the situation for a long moment, and then asked, "Actually, can I speak to you in private for a minute?"

"Um, sure." Kim was practically trembling with nervousness. She feared that she'd done something wrong already, and Suzanne was going to give her a private dressing down or even discreetly send her home.

Suzanne walked Kim into the dining room so they could sit at the table there. She thought Kim might be intimidated by her size and height, so having them talk while sitting could help Kim relax a bit. To her consternation, Susan walked to the kitchen at the same time to check on some cooking task, leaving Xania with only Amy to talk to. Suzanne was careful to speak in a quiet voice to make sure Susan couldn't hear.

She said, "Kim, I must admit I'm a bit concerned about you being here, for one simple reason: secrecy. Katherine told me just a little while ago that you'd be coming to the party. She's also told me about how you've known about Alan's intimate relationship with both her and Susan. She assures me that you can be trusted about this, and the fact that you haven't shared our secrets for over a month now is proof of that."

The wide-eyed and frightened Kim just nodded.

Suzanne continued, "As a result, I decided that there's no reason to keep you away. That would be pointless, since you already know our most important secrets. But, that said, I want to take a moment to stress to you just how VITAL it is that you keep those secrets secret! Since you go to the same school as Alan and Katherine, if you were to tell even ONE close friend anything in the strictest confidence, that friend almost certainly wouldn't be able to resist telling at least one other close friend, and so on, and before you know it, that secret is out there! That would be a complete disaster! Our lives would be ruined. We'd probably have to move far away. I cannot emphasize enough how important it is that you don't tell a soul about ANYTHING that happens here, or anything about our sex lives, period!"

Kim nodded very obediently. "Yes, ma'am! You can trust me completely!"

Suzanne stared hard at her, with a narrow gaze. "I sure hope so. We have a lot of fun at parties like this - a LOT of fun. Alan and Katherine both like you and vouch for you. If you can keep completely quiet about us, I have no doubt you'll be invited to more events like this. But if anything gets out at all, you'll never see us again! Furthermore, although I'm not the vindictive type, if you ruin our lives I'll make sure that you pay a big price as well! Do you understand me?"

Kim bowed her head, trying to be as meek as humanly possible. "Yes, ma'am!"

"Good." Suzanne smiled. "Now, with that out of the way, I'm sure you have many questions about our lifestyle. I'd like to help you answer them, but later. I can see Susan is still fiddling around in the kitchen, and I don't want to keep our other guest Xania waiting with only Amy to keep her company. Come to me later if you want to know about anything. The way I figure, you already know our biggest secrets, and the rest are just details, so I don't mind additionally sharing that part. Okay?"

Kim nodded. She was incredibly relieved that she wasn't going to be sent home or something like that. She had no intention of ever telling anyone else about the Plummer incest, but after what Suzanne had just told her she redoubled her resolve to keep her lips zipped shut about the whole subject.

Suzanne walked Kim back to the living room and apologized to Xania and Amy for leaving them alone for so long. Then she started a discussion so that Kim and Xania could get to know the basics about each other.

Susan rejoined the others a minute or two later. She just sat and listened, since she already knew the basics about both Xania and Kim (having been told all about Kim by her own children). But she didn't realize that whenever she looked Kim's way, she scowled disapprovingly.

However, Suzanne soon noticed that. When there was a lull in the conversation, she said, "By the way, I'll bet you're wondering why I talked to Kim in private. I was just stressing to her the need to keep all our secrets secret. With that out of the way, I also made a point of reassuring her that she's very welcome here, since she's an invited guest. Isn't that true, Susan?" That question was said in a tone of voice that left no room for argument.

Susan was looking at Kim's chest with a disapproving expression. Due to the long silence, she finally looked up and answered, "Oh, sure. You're very welcome here, Kim. Anyone who is a friend of Alan's or Katherine's is a friend of mine."

Kim looked like she was going to cry. She looked down at herself and exclaimed, "Thanks so much, but, but, look at me!" She waved a hand over the ordinary blouse and jeans she had on. "I thought this was, like, a normal party. You know, not like a..." She was at a loss for words.

Xania rushed to the rescue. "Amy, can you help her out? Why don't you take Kim upstairs to Katherine's room and see if there's something there Kim can borrow that'll fit the occasion?"

"M'kay!" Amy grabbed Kim by the hand and led the bewildered teen up the stairs.

As soon as the two teens were gone, the three remaining women took a seat around the coffee table in the living room. Xania was looking a bit irate. She leaned forward towards Susan and said, "Shame on you!"

"Shame on me? What for?"

"The way you treated that poor girl, just because she was so tongue-tied and awed by our looks. You should be flattered, but no, you were brushing her off. I thought it would be a good idea to hustle her upstairs before she got hurt."

"What did I do?" Susan complained defensively. "I didn't brush her off. I was polite enough, wasn't I?"

Suzanne spoke up. "Susan, you were polite but distant. Luckily you didn't say much, but non-verbally you were cutting her down. Also, luckily, Kim doesn't know you well enough to realize there was something strange in your manner. But I do, and I know what was really bothering you. You don't like her because you don't think she's Alan-worthy." Suzanne positively impaled Susan with her steely gaze while Xania harrumphed in agreement. "Aren't I right?"

Susan gave her answer with a guilty expression instead of words. But then she said defensively, "Did you see her chest? I mean, really! And she's just all around small and skinny. I actually feel bad for Tiger that he would have to resort to-"

Suzanne cut in. "Susan, Susan, Susan. I love you dearly, but you've let this whole Big Tits Theory go to your head. I'm sure Kim is a very wonderful person and a perfectly fine Alan fuck. Get a grip! It's not all about tit size. Sweetie fucks our pussies, not our tits! Well, okay, he fucks our tits too sometimes, but you know what I mean."

Susan and Xania chuckled at that slip-up.

Suzanne gave a chagrined look, then continued, "The chest is just one part of the body. For instance, a woman might have tremendous tits but be a dead fish in bed. Or think about Akami and Glory. Sweetie loves fucking them, yet they're not that much more stacked than Kim. Susan, my dear, you're so caught up in your chesty superiority that you're likely to crush that poor girl's ego if you aren't careful. It's so unlike you to be a bad host."

"A bad host? Me? Oh dear! God, I hope she didn't notice anything. It's just ... Well ... Let's face it. I know this isn't the polite thing to say, but Kim simply is not Alan-worthy. There, I said it. She's attractive, yes, but not stunning. Tiger deserves nothing less than completely stunning big-titted nymphos, on their knees, naked and begging for his cock! He's my son, and dammit, he shouldn't settle for anything less than the best!"

Suzanne could tell it was futile to try to talk Susan out of her beliefs, so instead she attempted to use Susan's way of thinking to help win the argument. "Susan, hold on. Is it not the case that Alan is our master and we have to obey his every whim?"

"Yes, of course. Except when we have to step into our parental shoes and crack down if he's not doing his homework or something like that. He's our master and we're his sex slaves, and I love it! I mean, we love it. So what's your point?"

Xania added, "Yeah, what IS your point?" She was greatly puzzled at Suzanne's atypical use of the word "master," and didn't see where she was going with this line of thinking.

Suzanne replied, "My point is, Sweetie is the one who chooses who he wants to fuck and when and where he wants to fuck them. Sure, if we can find him top-notch fresh pussy, that's great. But he obviously likes Kim. He invited her here. If he desires her, who are we to disagree? Is it not our role to help him fuck whomever he wants to, and join in if need be? He's chosen to fuck her a number of times already, so she's obviously Alan-worthy right there. End of story. If you insult Kim, then you insult the tastes of our master. YOUR master."

That hit Susan like a body blow.

Suzanne went on, "You need to start over with her and make her feel welcome. You know how girls are at her age. It's clear that she's in awe of your body. Luckily, she was so stunned that she didn't really notice your disdainful attitude. If she were to know your real feelings about her appearance, she would be absolutely devastated. Don't you remember being a teenager with self-esteem issues and the way a careless insult could seem like the end of the world? I'm sure you were, because everyone goes through that phase."

"Oh my gosh! You're so right. I'd better get up there right away and fix things!" She kissed Suzanne and Xania on their cheeks, and then hurried up the stairs.

After she left, Suzanne shook her head and sighed at Xania. "That woman. God, I love her to death, but she can be so silly sometimes. Xania, before you head back to L.A., can you talk some sense into her? As you know, I put a lot of crazy notions into her head to get her excited about Sweetie, and now they've stuck. And mutated. I don't know how to bring her back down to Earth even a little bit."

Xania nodded. "Ah. Now I get what you were doing there. I was beginning to think that you'd gone off the 'master' deep end as well. Sure, I'd be glad to help."

"Well, I'll admit I do get off on the 'master' thing, but only in bed. For Susan, there's no 'off' button. Speaking of going off the deep end though, I should get you up to speed on what's happening with Brenda tonight. In her case, she's so far gone into some kind of submissive mindset that I've decided we just have to take her as she is and go with the flow."

Suzanne and Xania launched into a discussion about Brenda's planned unveiling, which was scheduled to take place later in the evening.

Xania was disturbed by Suzanne's description of Brenda, and wondered if she might have another counseling project on her hands eventually.

But Suzanne seemed convinced that any attempt to change Brenda would emotionally harm her without having any chance of success. She still recalled Brenda's complete freak-out when she'd idly suggested not having Brenda work at the Plummer house so much. She didn't want to repeat that experience.

She explained, "Susan and Brenda are similar in their extreme submissiveness. But I know Susan as well as I know myself, and I know she can dial back some. I hate to say this, but she's very malleable if you know the exact buttons to push. I don't know Brenda as well, but let's put it this way: it took me weeks and weeks of spending many hours each day with Susan to get her to change her morality from a prudish one to a sexual one. But with Brenda, I hardly had to do anything. It's like she took one look at the possibility of a submissive lifestyle, and eagerly dove in head first. She's a natural submissive, if anyone is, and it was just a matter of time before she found the right trigger into this lifestyle. There's no way she'll ever go back, and I doubt she'll even mellow out much. She actually makes Susan look moderate at times, if you can believe that. She is who she is, and we've got to live with that."

"Well, if you say so," Xania concluded reluctantly. "You're the expert on manipulation, so if even you can't get her to change, there's no way I'd have a chance."

Suzanne commented, "I'm not saying Brenda can't be changed at all, and she certainly has her problems and issues that you might be able to help with at some point. But her submissiveness runs so deep that I doubt you or I will ever fully understand it, and woe betide the person who tries to take that away from her. So that's why I've agreed to her ceremony tonight." Then she started to explain what she meant by that.

Chapter 3

Upstairs, Susan quietly knocked on Katherine's door. She didn't want to disturb Alan, who was busily studying in his room just across the hall.

Katherine opened her door.

Amy and Kim were standing in front of Katherine's closet, going through her clothes. Kim was considerably smaller than Katherine, but luckily Katherine had kept a lot of clothes that she had outgrown and they were going through those. Kim stood in just her bra and jeans. Katherine and Amy remained clothed, mostly because it was a pain for them to get in and out of the gowns they were wearing.

Kim turned to see Susan, and her whole body immediately froze up. Her hands rushed to cover her breasts and crotch, despite her bra and jeans. Her eyes grew as big as saucers and her heart started to pound simply because she was in the same room with Susan again.

Susan approached her with a warm, approving demeanor. "Kim, don't mind being a bit undressed. That's par for the course in this house. In fact, I can scarcely believe my eyes right now because there are more UFO sightings in this town than sightings of Amy here with all her clothes on." She pulled her gown down to her waist and let her breasts spring free. "You see? Not a problem."

Then, just for good measure, Susan raised her hands up and piled her long dark-brown hair on top of her head. The pose temporarily reduced the volume of her breast size, but more than made up for that with sheer sexiness.

Kim again felt like her heart had stopped completely. Time stopped for her.

As she stood slack-jawed, she thought, I'm in love! I know it's way out of my place and Susan doesn't seem to even like me much, but I absolutely love this woman! Maybe it's pure lust, I don't know, but I've never felt such powerfully strong feelings for another person as I'm feeling for this goddess right now! Good God, she's perfection! Complete perfection! My pussy is throbbing so hard right now, I'm gonna pass out!

Katherine could see that Kim was actually close to hyperventilating or passing out, so she put her hands on Kim's shoulders and said soothingly, "Relax. They're just breasts. They're just the same as, say, Suzanne's or Xania's, except a little bit bigger."

"'Just breasts?!' 'Just breasts?!'" Kim was incredulous, but too breathless to say more.

Rather than argue the point, Katherine suggested, "Close your eyes and count to ten."

Kim did that, and it helped. But then she opened her eyes again, and her heart resumed pounding like a drum.

Susan drew in closer, while keeping her chest bared. "Kim, I came in to give you a warmer welcome. I wasn't expecting you for the party and it takes me a while to adjust. You may have noticed that I was staring at you and maybe sizing you up. Don't think anything of it. I just wanted to see what you look like in person after hearing so much about you."

In fact, Kim had been so out of it and awestruck when she'd first met Susan that she hadn't really registered that Susan was staring at her. But now that Susan mentioned it, Kim found the prospect of being sized up by the likes of Susan to be terrifying.

She exclaimed, "Oh shit! Oops, please excuse my language. It's just that, I mean, now that you've seen me, you must think I'm a complete nobody. I feel like I'm just a tiny slip of girl completely out of place in this house of bosomy Amazons! Is everyone at the party going to look like you?"

Susan considered that question and mentally ran down the list of herself, Suzanne, Xania, Katherine, Amy, Brenda, and Akami. She decided to dodge the question and instead said, "I can see why you're feeling intimidated. We are an unusual bunch. For instance, I myself wear a 38I nursing bra, when I wear one at all. These turn a lot of heads."

Kim's eyes were about to pop out of her head. "I'll say! My God! They're perfect! Perfect!" She finally yanked her eyes back up to Susan's face. "And the rest of you! Your face! Your body! I can't believe it!" She was ashamed of having the picture of Susan that she'd been masturbating to, but she was struck again at how much better Susan looked in real life.

"Why, thank you. Sure, a big chest is nice, and I can see from the way you're staring that you don't disagree. But it's not the most important thing, not even close. Your personality, the kind of person you are on the inside, that's the most important thing." Susan really believed that. However, if she'd had to rank where chest size ranked in importance, it would have been much higher than on most people's lists.

She put a hand on Kim's shoulder in a reassuring way. "Alan, Katherine, and Amy have all said nice things about you, so you have no reason to feel inferior in any way." She put her other hand over her right breast. "It's the heart on the inside, not the boobs on the outside that really counts."

Katherine looked at her mother incredulously. She thought, Has Mom been abducted by space aliens and replaced by an exact duplicate?! Seriously! True, she's always been big on valuing the inner goodness of a person, but she's just about the last person on Earth I ever expected to hear say, "It's the heart on the inside, not the boobs on the outside that really counts." I mean, Mom thinks boobliness is next to Godliness! What gives?!

Kim was moved, and strong emotions came pouring out of her. "Thanks, Mrs. Plummer, I appreciate that. But look at me. And look at you. And Amy and Katherine here. Everybody in this house! It's crazy. I'm so not worthy of you all. When I said this was Heaven, I meant it. This is like some kind of dream lesbian heaven!" She chuckled a little bit at that, even though she was on the verge of tears. "And look at me. I'm so thin and ordinary. Look at these boring clothes I came in! It's embarrassing!"