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Family Debt - Part Four
Steve joined his grandfather behind his mother with obvious eagerness. The bulge in his jeans was now threatening to burst through his zip, and he was licking his lips excitedly. He always was one unable to hide any emotion or thought, and his thoughts now were written all over his face as well as his loins. Dawn, on the other hand, had always been a darker horse, carefully controlled and revealing little of herself. She was like that now, watching the scene before her expressionlessly and coolly. It was quite remarkable considering, and I wondered just what her thoughts might be. In time I was to discover, and it was probably the biggest shock to me of the whole time that Tom had us all under his control.
Tom took Steve's hand and placed it on Claire's arse. She flinched, but then stood rigidly still.
"Nice, eh?" Tom asked Steve, who nodded dumbly. "She looks after herself, does your Mum. Keeps herself nice and firm. Give it a little rub. See how tight it feels. And to think your sissy slut of a Dad has been keeping this all to himself. But not any longer. Now we can all get the benefit."
I was watching Claire's face as Steve rubbed his hand across her pantied arse. It was totally blank, as if she had withdrawn herself elsewhere. Then I saw a glint come in Steve's eye, and he suddenly gripped his mother's arse cheek hard. She yelped, but then shut her mouth tightly again.
"You're right, Granddad," Steve said. "Her arse is really firm for an old girl."
Tom looked at Steve, and then over at me and Samantha. "The boy's a quick learner," he said, to one or other of us before turning back to Steve. "You reckon your Mummy's wet, Steve? You think she may be enjoying being felt up by her Dad and her son, even though she'd never admit it."
"Shall I check, Granddad?" Steve asked.
"You do that, boy. Check her out."
Steve moved round a little, and then plunged his hand down the front of his mother's panties. I saw his hand moving inside them, and then going lower. I imagined one finger sliding up inside her cunt, and the thought was a good one after the way she'd told me so dismissively to suck her Daddy's cock. She was getting to know how it felt for herself now, and hot on the heels of that thought was another in wonder at how quickly this family had come apart. Each one of us against the other. Tom had played us all beautifully.
"She's wet alright," Steve said with relish, his fingers still moving about inside her panties. "She must like it."
"So does someone else," Tom said, indicating me with a gesture of his head.
All eyes turned to me, and I realised that my cock had hardened and was now poking out of the top of Dawn's panties. Dawn herself was watching intently, and I thought I detected the faintest hint of a smile about her lips.
"Your Daddy seems to be turned on by seeing you grope your Mummy's hairy cunt, Steve," Tom said, casting a glance towards Steve to gauge the effect of his words, and seeming well satisfied with what he saw. "I think he should be punished for that. He's not here to enjoy himself."
"I'll do it," Dawn said suddenly. The new centre of everyone's attention, she went on, "After all, it was his thieving that put me in this situation. And he has been stealing my underwear for who knows how long. I think I should punish him."
Tom said sagely, and I caught the satisfaction in his eyes. "Quite right, Dawn," he said. "About time you had some fun too, anyway. Go ahead."
She rose gracefully from the sofa and walked over to where I stood beside Samantha. She looked up at my face, and I knew from the look in her eyes that Tom had ensnared the last of us. Dawn had stepped into his web, and like the rest of us she was not going to get out of it.
"Bend over the back of the chair, Dad," she said, in a voice that carried an authority I had never heard there before.
I turned away from her and bent over the back of the chair. I felt two cool hands at my waist and then the panties were pulled down and fell to my ankles. I waited, feeling the cool air on my arse. Feeling terribly exposed. And strangely excited that my daughter, along with all the rest of the family, was standing there staring at my naked arse. Then the flat of her hand came down hard on one buttock, followed quickly by another blow. Five more then on each - the traditional six of the best. She was no Amazon so it didn't hurt that much, but the real punishment was the humiliation of being spanked on my bare arse by my own daughter. With my son, my wife, my father-in-law and my sister-in-law looking on.
After a moment I started to rise.
"I didn't tell you to get up, Dad," she barked at me. "Stay as you are until I tell you different."
"Excellent, Dawn," I heard Tom say. "You've got your Daddy's arse nice and red there. And left him in the perfect position for something else. You have a dildo, I believe."
"How did you know that?" she asked him suspiciously.
Tom laughed. "Your Dad mentioned it in some of his internet chats that we have transcriptions of. He.borrows it occasionally. Go get it, will, you?"
There was a pause. "A pleasure, Granddad," she said.