The Family Feud
Chapter Twelve
Wendy and Jamie had
been through an emotional roller coaster. The kind of story from
Greek tragedies where the author lets them fly as high as the sun,
only to watch their wings of wax melt away. The higher the flight,
the harder the fall. That is how they liked their stories in Greek
times.
The Griffin brothers sent the girls downstairs in white
robes, those nice fuzzy Brookstone robes they bought with credit
cards at the mall. They also “inferred” that should there
be any future issues and they have to come back after tonight, they
will make sure that the bank snips those credit lines post haste.
This was no empty threat, the brothers had their transaction history
in hand.
“Get your Father's bathing suit collection out
of the garage. You know those suits you liked to dress them in for
their sunbathing in the yard? You'll be wearing those to bartend in,
don't bitch, fair is fair, you'd have had Chris in them if you
weren't afraid all your guests would leave...well with a hot milf and
her daughter, you are going to be the hit of the party...”
Cathy
offered “Just some friendly advice, best to take this
offer...and grin and bear it...since I was a little girl, whenever I
barter with my brothers for something, they'd keep raising the price
every time I negotiated, so I found it was best to just go straight
away for my lowest possible offer. Otherwise, they'll just enjoy
making it harder and harder, well don't stand there, get to the
garage quickly! Chop chop!” they laughed sadistically at the
girls panicked expressions.
Walking through the party in
white robes was not as hard as it seemed, most of the kids seem
engrossed in their flirtation and dancing. Jamie noticed some of her
friends from cheer squad give her a knowing shrug and a “Sorry”
face. Did it help that they had apparently been through something
like this before? She wondered to herself.
When they got into
the garage, it was finally quiet and dark. They would have to climb
up to a high shelf to pull down the box of nasty stuff their father
had bought as props for his poorly thought out modeling business.
Which now that it occurs to her, made perfect sense that Bill would
have been a pawn in his own business plan, just a humiliation stop
for girls caught up in a web of blackmail and deceit.
“Mom,
what say we get in the car and just go Thelma and Louise out of her,
don't look back.” Jamie smiled.
“Oh yes, but you
wrecked the car...” Wendy said, not wanting her tone to have
sounded harsh. Earlier when they showed the pictures of Jamie walking
away from the car before she knew the whole story, she was willing to
believe her daughter had joyously and without any reservation walked
away from wrecking HER car and violating HER trust.
“Look,
what do you want to do? I won't make you go back up to my bedroom and
face the music....they got us naked, they caught us in our own game,
but hey, they don't own us. We can still say No?”
“Mom,
why do you have to say that last part like a question? I was
wondering the same thing myself. I mean it does seem kind of fair,
that we took it way too far with Chris and Dad.”
“Oh
I don't disagree with you, I totally see that now, I was drunk on the
power. You know at first I started this with such good intentions. I
just wanted to get Bill and Chris to clean up after themselves, take
care of themselves. Then it seems circumstances kept happening to
where things just kept escalating and evolving and before you know
it, I was leashing their cocks together and giggling with delight at
how clever I had been. It just sort of snuck up on me.”
“I
know Mom, but didn't you give Dad a spanking and say the only person
to place blame for what Bill does, is on Bill. The only place to
place blame for what happens to Bill because of what Bill does, is on
Bill...” she said the last part in her mom's manner of speaking
overly-exaggerated to sound very serious.
The two of them
laughed honestly. “You are right, Wendy is responsible for what
Wendy did. The blame falls on me. Do you feel the blame should fall
on you too? It is your friends out there, and you've seen these
bathing suits.” Wendy was offering her daughter a chance to put
the blame all on her if she wanted too.
“You know what?
Let’s embrace it. I mean we told the guys to suck it up and do
it. Let’s do our week, suck it up, and let them have their
laugh and move on. We won’t drag it out. Let’s pick one
of these suits right now, and go in there and start bartending. The
best possible way we can face this, is with a smile on our face, like
it is not getting to us, what do you say Mom?” Jamie dropped
her robe on the garage floor and started rifling through the
bikinis.
“I just wished we had shaved first, I feel like
I am going to be hanging out of this thong, camel toe and fur lining
with glory trail and all!” Wendy said as she dropped her own
robe with a smile like she couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“C'mon, we
owe it to them. Let's make it up to Chris and Dad, we put them
through hell this past week, the difference for us, is if we are a
team, and work together, and support each other, that is something
Dad and Chris did not do and it let us get into their heads.”
Jamie said as she held up a teensy polka dot one piece before
dismissing it.
“Jamie, I love you Jamie and I am so
proud of you, no matter what happens this week, they won't break us,
let's give them their laugh, but let's make a pact no matter what
happens to not let it come between us.”
“Absolutely
mom, are you ready to call Chris and Dad, Sir?”
“Oh
don't remind me.” she laughed, they were both slipping on
skimpy bathing suits in the darkened garage, summoning all their
courage.
“It feels kind of like Thelma and Louise to be doing this.” Wendy sighed.
“You mean at the
end when they held hands and went over the cliff?” Jamie took
her mom’s hand.
Wendy smiled at her
daughter nodding. That is exactly what she meant as she turned the
door knob leading back into the house.
When the garage door
opened, there was immediate laughter and shock from the people
partying in the kitchen, as the two stood tall, with teensy thong
bikinis on, that barely covered nipple, ass crack and cunt.
No
explanation was given, the girls just walked with chin held high into
the front room where they began to bartend, handing out drinks,
cleaning up spills, and smiling at people who seemed to be oggling
them.
After the last drunken high schooler made his way home
from the party, they cleaned up without being told, completely naked.
The Griffin brothers
patted Chris and Bill on the back and said “We are your
personal wizard of Oz, we've given you what you always had Bro, your
balls back...” they had spent the night going over a training
plan with Chris and Bill to make sure they understood just how to run
things.
Now I leave it to you dear reader, this story is told.
Just how far did Chris and Bill take things, with their own Man's
Bill of Rights? Did they let it go after just a week and a couple
days? Was the family ever the same again, and if so, were they closer
having gone through this, did they learn anything?
I prefer to
think they did. You can bet the story of their humiliation at the
Taylor MEN's hands is a story in of itself.
But what of little
Cathy Griffin and her brothers?
Epilogue:
Later
that night after the Griffin brothers got home, Cathy Griffin smiled
at her older brothers. It had been a long night for them, they were
all tired. Standing inside their parent's house, the three
20-somethings visiting for the weekend as they do so many weekends,
and their teenage sister who still lives at home with her
parents.
“You played your parts perfectly, very
believable.” Cathy said with a devilish grin.
“Thank
you Mistress” said Jarrod, panting like a dog as he stripped
for his younger sister.
“Shut up and get out of your
clothes, get in line with your brothers....dicks waggling, hands
behind back, butts clenched, let's have you start off standing at
what Mrs. Taylor calls “Attention”.
The perverse game the
Griffins have been playing for years continues.