Chapter 17: Morning Meetings

Saturday, December 23rd. Morning
Dave woke up alone. He rolled out of the bed, gathered up some clean clothes and headed for the bathroom.

Jennifer also found herself alone when she woke up. She was on the couch in the library. It was, without doubt, the most comfortable couch in the house and the only one fit for sleeping on. Her former in-laws had tried to get her to get rid of the old black leather couch dozens of times over the years but Jenn had refused each and every time. It was about the only piece of furniture that Dimitri had brought into the marriage. He had loved that couch. Jenn had hated it when she first saw it but the moment she sat on it she understood why Dimitri loved it. It was the ultimate in luxurious comfort. It seemed to swallow you up when you sat down and held you there softly. It was also the only couch that Jennifer could stretch out her six foot tall frame on.

She smiled as she remembered all the various things her and Dimitri had done on that couch. There was a very good chance her daughters had been conceived on that very couch. Dimitri had been sitting on that couch the first time Jenn ever took him in her mouth and he was sitting on that couch the first time Jenn had ever swallowed any man's cum. Dimitri had taken her anal virginity as she leaned over the back of that couch.

Jennifer closed her eyes and pictured her handsome young stud as she remembered him and allowed her hands to slide down, once more, between her thighs.

"Everyone know the plan?" Emily asked the young women gathered around the breakfast table.

Not unexpectedly, Megan and Hayley had been the first one's to wake up that morning. They had quickly gone downstairs and made themselves breakfast. Less than twenty minutes later, they were joined by Emily and Olivia. About ten minutes after that, a shy and blushing Molly appeared.

All five young women laughed and nodded in agreement with Emily's plan. They could hear the shower upstairs running so they knew Dave was awake and they were pretty sure Jennifer would come alive soon. They all tried to calm down, taking deep breaths and fighting to wipe the grins off of their faces.

Dave came down the stairs and immediately went to the kitchen.

"Good morning, ladies," he said when he saw the five young women at the table.

He stopped only long enough to give Olivia a quick kiss before turning and going to the coffee pot.

"Good morning, Daddy," Emily and Hayley said almost simultaneously.

"Good morning, Uncle David. Did you have a good night?" Megan asked from her place against the far wall.

"What did your mother tell you last night, Megan?" Dave asked as he poured himself a cup off coffee and then took a sip.

"She told me you and her would explain everything today."

"And that reminds me, Daddy," Hayley said. "We never did have our little talk yesterday."

Dave stared at the floor for a moment as he considered what was going to happen that day.

"Hayley, I'm afraid that's going to have to wait until later again."

"I understand, Daddy. It's no biggie. I'm a patient girl."

They all heard the library door open and close. A moment later, Jennifer, wrapped up in her robe and somewhat flushed entered the kitchen.

"Good morning," she said to the five young women at the table.

"Sit down," Dave said. "I'll get you some coffee."

He turned his back to the table, got out another mug, and poured his sister a cup of coffee.

Jennifer took one of the available seats and looked around at the five girls as they all stared at her.

"What?"

Olivia, Megan, Hayley and Emily each brought their hand up their face, stuck out their middle finger and inhaled deeply as they drew their finger across beneath their nose.

"Umm!" all four said as they licked their lips, enjoying the scent they pretended was there, then all four broke down laughing. Molly followed suit quickly.

Jennifer's mouth dropped open as she realized all of them knew of what had happened in the hallway the night before.

"Okay, I wanna know who said what!"

"Who said what about what?" Hayley asked, before bursting into laughter once more.

"Who was it?" Jennifer demanded. "Which of you was it?" She rose up out of her chair and slammed the table. "Tell me!"

"Who was what? What's going on, Jennifer?" Dave asked as he brought over her mug of coffee and set it on the table in front of her.

Jennifer realized that now she was going to be forced to confess to Dave what had happened, causing her even more humiliation.

"Never mind. Let's just drop it, okay?"

She looked from Dave to the five, still-giggling young women gathered around the table. She glared at each of them.

Dave looked from his sister, around to the others, then shook his head and set Jennifer's coffee cup in front of her. He took one of the few empty seats left at the table.

"I think we all have some thing's to talk about and now is as good a time as any. Before we do though, Molly, how are you this morning?"

"Fine," she managed to say. It wasn't much more than a squeak but everyone at the table could hear it.

"What's wrong, Molly?" Jennifer asked.

"Not too surprisingly, Molly lost her voice last night," Dave explained.

Jennifer rose up from her chair, circled the table, her humiliation of a few moments earlier forgotten, and went to her daughter's side.

"Let me see," she said, turning her daughter's head to face her. "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and say ah."

Molly did as she was instructed. Jennifer turned Molly's head until she got it into the light and looked down at her daughters throat.

"I thought you said you needed a doctor in the family," Olivia said with a smile. "Looks like you already have one."

Jennifer finished her examination, checking Molly's lymph nodes on her neck and then looked at Olivia.

"It's amazing how much medical knowledge you pick up when you're raising two daughters on your own."

Jenn went to the pantry. She pulled out a white box with a big red cross on it and popped the latches, opened the case, and dug through the box for a moment. She pulled out a small cardboard box that she set in front of Molly.

"Suck on one of those as soon as you finish your breakfast," Jenn instructed. "And I don't wanna see you talking anymore than absolutely necessary for the rest of the day."

Molly nodded, opened the box of what turned out to be throat lozenges, and took one of the green squares from it's foil wrapper, and popped it into her mouth. She scrunched up her nose at the apparently not so pleasant taste of the lozenge. Jennifer returned to her chair and her coffee cup.

"Dad, Aunt Jennifer," Hayley said, "do either of you want some breakfast? I made everyone else home made French toast if you're interested."

"Sounds good to me, Hayley," Dave said. "I'll take about four pieces."

Hayley nodded and turned to her aunt.

"No, thank you, Hayley. If I eat a big breakfast I feel like a stuffed toad for the rest of the day. If you don't mind though, I'll take a few pieces of bread, lightly toasted, some butter and some strawberry jam."

Hayley bowed.

"Coming right up, madam."

She gave her aunt a smile then headed over to start making their breakfasts.

"Okay, Daddy," Emily said with a smile. "You can do your thing now."

"First off, Megan, I think it would be best if your mother and Olivia tell you what's been going on and explain what happened last night. Molly, you might wanna sit in on that meeting since I imagine you want to know what exactly happened to you last night."

Molly nodded but didn't speak.

"Jenn, Olivia, can you do that? I have a few other things I need to do today?"

Jennifer nodded.

"Yes, Master," Olivia said.

"Thank you."

Dave then turned back to Molly.

"Molly, you ever try that kind of shit with me again, I will tie you down, and one by one, pluck every hair from the top of your head until you are bald. Do you understand me? What happened last night may have been fun but it should also be a lesson to you. Do it again and next time won't be nearly as pleasant. Got it?"

Molly kept her eyes on the now empty plate before her as she nodded her agreement and understanding.

"Good. Hayley, once we finish breakfast, you and I will have that talk."

"Finally," Hayley said from her place in front of the stove.

Dave turned to face Emily.

"Miss Emily, it's time for you to make some decisions."

"What kind of decisions?" Emily asked, looking somewhat confused.

Dave reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the small vial of SLuT9. He set it on the table right in front of Emily.

"Decisions about this. You received some of your punishment the other night but don't even think that I have forgiven or forgotten what you did. Your punishment is nowhere near it's end. You have now used this twice without my consent and both times I am the one who ended up paying the price. It won't happen again.

"You have a decision to make. You have three options and, trust me, you won't like any of them. I want a decision before you get up from this table."

"What're my choices?" Emily asked, unsure whether she really wanted to know.

"Option number one. You sit here and swear to me, in front of everyone here, that you will never even touch this bottle again without my permission. That means you won't touch it or use it without my direct say so.

"Option number two. You take this bottle, go over the sink, and pour it down the drain. With the SLuT10, I don't really need this stuff and the side effects it causes." Dave turned to Olivia. "Olivia, am I correct in assuming that if it were poured down the drain, it would become so diluted that no one would ever be effected by it?"

"Yes, Master. You're right. It would become so diluted it could cause no harm."

Dave nodded. "Your third option," Dave said, turning back to Emily. "is the most drastic option. I call it the Olivia option. The Olivia option is that you find yourself unable to control yourself. I keep the SLuT9 but use it only on you. I figure three or four more doses of this stuff and you'll be calling me Master just like Olivia and won't be doing anything without my permission.

"It's your decision, Emily. Like I said, I want a decision before you get up from this table."

Hayley brought Dave and Jennifer their plates of food and sat down. The others engaged in small talk. Emily sat in her chair though, completely quiet and stared at the small bottle that had caused so much fun and pain in her life over the last week as she considered the options her father had given her.

Even after Jennifer and Dave finished their breakfasts, even after Olivia and Jennifer took Molly and Megan downstairs to the family room to explain about SLuT9, SluT10, and the adventures the family had had, and even after Dave took Hayley and went upstairs to Hayley's room, Emily continued to sit there at the table, staring at the small bottle and trying to figure out which option she wanted.

Dave sat down on the bed beside Hayley, turned himself a quarter turn, and looked at his youngest daughter.

"Okay, Hayley, what is it we need to talk about?"

Hayley turned to face her father and took a deep breath, a look of determination on her face.

"Don't take offense to this Daddy but I don't wanna have sex with you. I know you could make me if you wanted but I really don't want to."

Dave smiled. "Hayley, I would never do that to you. It's your decision. I didn't do it to Emily and I won't do it to you. Emily made that decision, not me."

"I know, Daddy. I just wanted to put it out there."

Dave chuckled. He could tell in her face that she actually felt bad about it.

"Hayley, look at me."

She slowly looked up from where she had been staring at the bed.

"You don't need to feel bad or guilty or whatever about saying that. If it had been completely up to me, I would never have used it on you or Emily. I wouldn't have used it on your Aunt Jennifer or your cousins. I still feel guilty about Emily and Jennifer, too. I'm certainly not going to use it on you without your consent."

"What about Molly?"

"Molly was a different story. Last night was supposed to teach Molly a lesson. Something happened though. I'm not sure what. I got carried away."

"Daddy, I saw what was going on before you realized we were there. Daddy, you didn't look like you were doing much punishing. Even once you did realize we were there..."

"I know," Dave said, nodding his head. "Like I said, I got carried away. I don't know what it was. It didn't happen with Emily, Olivia or Jenn. Something about Molly. It just made me ... crazy, I guess."

"Did it ever happen with Mom?"

Dave thought about that for a moment then nodded.

"A long time ago your mother could do it to me. It didn't happen often but every now and then."

"What are we gonna do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Daddy, with that stuff, you could very possibly control the world. What are we going to do?"

"Emily, I have no intentions of using that stuff to take over the world. I feel guilty enough about using it already. I just want what any man wants. I want a nice house, maybe a wife, and for you and your sister to be happy. I don't want much. I don't wanna rule the world. I just want a quiet little piece of it where me and my family can live."

"What about the SluT9?"

"Personally, I'm all for pouring the stuff out. I'm hoping that's the decision Emily makes."

"Don't feel guilty about Emily, Daddy. It's not worth it. She did it to herself. She wanted it to happen. She's had fantasies about you for years, I think. She talked about it every now and then. And, Daddy, I don't care what you say, you could not have resisted using it on Aunt Jennifer. Not with the way you feel about her. You might have held out for a while but it would have happened and I don't see Aunt Jennifer being too upset about what happened."

"That reminds me. You took partial credit for that little endeavor, didn't you?"

Hayley smiled. "Guess I shouldn't have brought that up, huh?"

"Probably not. This isn't the last you're going to hear about this."

Hayley nodded. "I know. I figured you'd get to doling out my punishment eventually." Hayley was quiet for a moment. "Daddy, I do trust you. And If you wanna give me the SLuT10 for whatever reason, as punishment or whatever, I think I could deal with that as long as you didn't..."

She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

"I understand, Hayley. And don't worry. I think using the SLuT9 or SLuT10 formula as punishment is a really bad habit to fall into. I know I did it to Molly last night but I don't think I'll do it again. It's too easy."

"Is that what happened last night? Did using it on Molly send you on a power trip?"

Dave shrugged. "I don't know. I really don't, kiddo. That might have been it. Maybe part of it anyway."

Father and daughter sat there and talked for a short while longer and then hugged briefly. Dave left Hayley in her room and went back downstairs. Jennifer, Olivia, Molly and Megan were still down in the basement talking. Dave didn't want to interrupt. He went and stood over Emily.

"Have you made a decision yet?"

Emily sat there and continued to stare at the small vial for another moment and then turned to her father. He could see tears welling up in her eyes but forced himself not to give in to his emotions. No father wants to see their daughter cry. He stood there, doing his best to look stern.

Emily took a deep breath and then stood up, her head only coming up to Dave's chin. She then picked up the vial and handed it to him. She then looked him right in the eye and spoke.

"I swear I won't touch it or use it again without your permission, ever."

She then turned and walked away slowly. She managed to get out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs before the dam broke and tears started rolling down her cheeks. Once she started crying, she started running, taking the stairs two at a time. She ran down the hall, into the bedroom that she used each time she came to her aunt's house, slammed and locked the door, and then crashed down onto her bed, almost hysterical.

Dave stood perfectly still, holding the vial in his right hand until he heard Emily's bedroom door slam shut. He finally gave in and let his shoulders slump and looked down at the ugly brown bottle that held the clear blue liquid that he hated and his daughter seemed to love so much. He slipped it back into his pocket, rubbed his face, then turned and went into the living room. He flopped down onto the couch, scooped up the remote and turned on the big screen TV. He searched the listings until he found what he was looking for. He entered the channel and smiled as Yogi Bear showed up on the screen. He set the remote aside and for the next forty-five minutes sat there and zoned out.