It's time for a family meeting!

Our family meetings were always awkward.

Mom and Dad only called them when someone had done something catastrophically bad, or when they wanted to give us a sermon about something important… Like the time we broke the dining room window, or when Mom found a cigarette in Ben’s room, or the worst of them all, when we had to sit through ‘the birds and the bees’ talk…

But in the nightmare that my life had become, the crown for most awkward family meeting was definitely about to be surpassed… and then some…

Megan had taken me, naked and humiliated, into the centre of the living room – where she’d commanded me to stand.

At this point I was a startled rabbit, my cheeks hurt from crying, my body was flushed and hot from the blush – I kept one hand clamped to my pussy and my other forearm wedged against my breasts, trying desperately to maintain some modesty. The alarm bells in my head would not stop ringing, as every fibre of my being was screaming out at me at the insanity of the situation; I was 19 years old, and I was standing naked in my parent’s living room – surrounded by my family, so that they could talk about how much of a non-person I had suddenly become.

My family trickled in one by one. Megan and Ben on the couch, while Mom took up a chair in the corner, her arms folded and face reddened from physical effort. I later realised she’d spent her time mopping up my wet footprints with my own clothes… using them as rags that she’d then, unceremoniously thrown in the trash.

Dad stood next to me in the middle of the living room, his arms folded as he continued to glance at his watch in agitation.

“Right – I’ll keep this brief. Obviously the situation with Alexa has changed” He said, waving a hand in my direction. I choked back another nervous sob at feeling everyone’s eyes on my naked body; I didn’t think I’d ever get used to being spoken about like this. “And that’s probably going to cause some headaches in the short term…”

“I need to call Hudson about a refund on the tuition fees” My Mom said to punctuate my Dad’s point, folding her arms as she stared at me.

“Are we keeping her?” Ben jumped in anxiously and I felt my stomach drop immediately at the question – they wouldn’t keep me?!

My Mom held up her hands while giving my Dad a meaningful look, “We haven’t… decided yet”

“W-w-what… P-p-please you can’t!” I begged; what were they talking about?! My vision grew cloudy with tears again and I yelped when my dad slapped me hard across my bare ass. The smacking sound echoed through the rest of the house as I stomped my feet on the spot to try to dull the pain.

“Alexa, Shut up!”

Megan slumped back in her chair in disappointment, while Ben continued to speak, “Come on! We have to keep her. No one else in school has one – I don’t think anyone else in town does. She’s probably worth a fortune, think about how cool this is…”

“That’s exactly the problem” My Dad sighed, “She’s rare, so people are going to want her... We have her right now, but we need to get her appraised and I have no idea what she’s going to do to our home insurance premiums… plus her running costs… Your mother and I need to have a discussion tonight about what we’re going to do long term...”

I opened my mouth to protest, to speak, but no words would come out. I just stood there, trembling, my mind reeling as I struggled not to pass out from the absurd horror of what they were discussing. My family were talking about selling me… like it was the most normal thing in the world…

“P-p-please don’t sell mee…” I whimpered, only to jump back in alarm as every member of my family shouted some variation of “Alexa, Be quiet” “Alexa, Mute” or “Alexa, Shut up” at me all at once. My Dad smacked my ass hard again for good measure.

“In the meantime, there will be some adjustments that we all need to make –” my Dad started, only to be interrupted again,

“I want the spare room” Ben blurted out. I blinked, my cheeks flushing pink as it took me a moment to realise what he was talking about. He was laying claim to my room.

“No fair!” Megan leapt forwards, slapping her hand on the arm of the chair, “I want the spare room!”

“I need a better space for streaming!”

“And I need somewhere to do my yoga!”

What about me?! Where was I supposed to go? Where would I sleep?

My Mom stepped in, silencing both of them with a wave of her hands, “You can share it – It’ll be good to get some clutter out of both of your rooms. You’ll get a half each – Understood?”

Both of the twins nodded begrudgingly.

I clutched my nakedness even tighter, my head spinning as I listened to my family so casually discussing throwing all of my possessions in the trash. But they didn’t care, why should they? The painful fact continued to bounce humiliatingly inside my head, taunting me – I wasn’t a person any more, so all of my stuff had just became un-owned unwanted junk.

This was a nightmare, it had to be… it was a nightmare and I’d wake up any second now… please…

“As I was saying!” Dad tried again, glaring at Ben, “There will be some adjustments we all have to make. We need to work out where we’re going to keep her, what we’re going to feed her, and what we can actually do with her…”

Every word he said made me want to shrink into the floor and disappear, my cheeks burnt bright pink. I’d never felt so mortified and horrified in my life.

“She’ll do whatever we tell her to” My Mom said flatly, her voice laced with ice as she pursed her lips, she didn’t say it as a suggestion. It was, to her, an absolute fact, “Watch – Alexa, kneel”

I stood, frozen – she couldn’t be serious. This couldn’t be the life they had planned for me… I wasn’t a toy they could just order around. My name was my name, not an instruction to make me pay attention and obey the next thing they said… and yet… and yet… it was…

Frantically, I looked around at each member of my family… my former family… begging them, pleading with them silently. Hoping, praying, that one of them might falter, that there would be a crack in this nightmare and they’d snap out of it, that they’d jump up to save me.

“Is she broken?” Megan’s voice landed like lead in my ears and I whimpered, my terrified pleading eyes looking to the steely face of my Mom again. Her eyes were narrowing, I could see the anger in her face rising.

I didn’t want to be slapped again. I didn’t want to be sold or left outside; I just wanted this all to stop. After another agonising moment, I managed to find the strength enough to will my legs to move, and I lowered myself to my knees on the carpet, and then sat back on my feet.

I couldn’t bring myself to look any of them in the eyes now, I felt too small and helpless. I just picked a corner of the coffee table and stared at it, trying to hide my face with my hair as my hands stayed firmly glued to my breasts.

“Awesome” Ben laughed, “Show us your tits!”

I gasped, eyes snapping wider open as I shivered. Surely that was too much, my parents would step in? …Wouldn’t they? My Mom wouldn’t let language like that go unpunished in the house… and yet… I didn’t hear a word from her… she didn’t make a sound… Even my Dad didn’t flinch.

I waited, holding my breath, waiting for someone, anyone to say something… to scold him… to tell me not to do it… I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t debase myself in front of my family like that… my younger brother was ordering me to show him my breasts?! Why?!

Ben, No!

I heard Megan sigh, “You have to say Alexa first or she won’t do it…”

No you don’t!

“Oh – ok, Alexa, show us your tits”

The pause drew out again and Megan stomped one of her feet, “Seriously, is she broken? She takes forever to do anything…”

“Alexa, Show us your tits” Ben tried again, louder and slower, like he was trying to get me to understand him. I cringed, biting my lower lip as I willed my hands to move.

Slowly, I pulled my hands away from their protective position on my breasts, revealing my firm, perky c-cups to everyone’s view. I couldn’t suppress the moan of misery that escaped my parted lips, holding my eyes tightly shut as I felt my rock hard nipples exposed to the air of the room and the four pairs of eyes staring down at me.

Unsure what to do with my hands now, I just lay them in my lap, my fingers entwined as I clutched at myself, trying to wake up.

Ben started laughing again, “This is so cool”

“Good, so we’re clear, she’s the family’s Alexa – understood?” My Dad’s voice sounded so distant hovering way above me… dressed in his smart suit, ready to go to work… standing, dressed… a person. While I knelt on the floor at his feet, naked, my breasts exposed… nothing but their toy. Their ‘Alexa’. I cringed harder, suppressing another sob.

“I might impose some house rules about how we’re using her later but… for now… Anyone can use Alexa for anything they want at any time… But I don’t want to see either of you two hogging her”

Anything at any time. I remember how profoundly that statement impacted my psyche, my already clouded head lost in a fog of imaginary horror.

“I won’t!” Megan protested, “Tell Ben that!”

Above me I heard my dad clap his hands, “Ok! Family meeting over. I’m going to be very late for work, and you two are going to be very late for school!”

That was it? They were just going to carry on with their normal lives? Their normal day like nothing had just happened?!

“I’ll drive you, just grab your bags” My Dad continued – and I heard everyone starting to get up and move around me. I was just left there, kneeling pathetically on the floor – hoping that I could sink into it and disappear, that they’d just ignore me long enough to get my head straight…