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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.
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