Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

... feast!

Dad entered six arms of hugging as he shuffled through the door. "Damn, what have you done with my wife and children? I promise not to tell anyone." His sturdy frame and broad arms returned our welcome. "Pod people for the win!"

We feasted, yet conversation remained light. Work, weather, neighborhood gossip, school, and politics danced from lips to lips as we ate roasted pork, mashed potatoes, sautéed sliced squash and carrots, stir fried garlic noodles, homemade cream of mushroom soup, baked fish sticks, and tater tots with plenty of corn syrup free ketchup! There was no theme to our dinner, except for enthusiasm.

I joined in the banter as pleasantly as the others, yet something was missing. By no means are my family deep thinkers. We regularly gossiped and made lame jokes. I surreptitiously studied my father during the meal. He appeared somewhat confused, not at all his normal participation in a dinner's discussion. He too sensed something was off.

Mom and Sis were as convivial as they were shallow. The missing piece struck me, when I forked the two inches of carrot that mother had forgotten to dice. I stared at the emasculated, sautéed root. Nobody was talking about sex!

I looked up, shocked. Before anyone noticed, I ducked my head down and stuffed the carrot into my gob. Our family may not be the raunchiest of storytellers, but any meal without one gut wrenching innuendo, was not a meal at our family table.

I spoke through half chewed food. ...

... "Dad, aren't you going to miss out on fucking your secretary for the next two days?" I don't think he had a secretary, and whatever office assistant performed those duties for him was probably a guy.

Mom and Sis paused their forks and spoons.

Dad heaved a breath inward. At last, someone had broken the evening's virginity! "I invited her for a three-way tonight, after we put you children to bed, but she said she didn't have the courage nor stamina to compete with your mother."

Mom burst into laughter, a little too convincingly.

"That's just lame, Craig. Daddy never cheats on Mommy, except with me." Nell sounded more authentic.

"How's the pork?" Mom blurted. "Not too bloody? It went in the oven, partially frozen."

"Pork's fine, Mom." Nell caught on the possibility that there was something to catch onto. Her eyebrows knitted.

"Good." She rose judiciously from her chair. "I'll check on the pie in the oven. You all keep talking."

Nell turned her inquiring gaze at me. It asked, what's going on, Bro?

"What, Sis?" I play acted, my teeth still sawing the carrot. "Do you suspect Dad and I are getting it on behind your back?"

"Some say bisexuality is the ultimate form of love." Dad carved into his bleeding cut of pork.

"Fine." Nell abruptly pouted. "You can fuck Craig's butt all you want, Daddy, but you can only make love to me and Mommy!"

"PIE'S READY!" Mom shouted as if we couldn't hear her from fifteen feet away. I detected more than a little ...