Laying out the groundwork

“I can’t make someone pick what I want every time, but of course they will pick what they want,” I murmured to myself while biting on my pencil. “So, I just need to make sure that given two choices our wants are the same, and perhaps over time I can change their wants to match my wants.”

I leaned back onto the headboard of my bed thinking to myself, but what do I want? Money, power, sex?

I snorted, “All of it of course. I want all of it.”

I rolled over, under the Forza cover’s I’d gotten for Christmas a while back, thinking late into the night, as I drifted off, Christine and my first French Kiss came to mind.

I murmured to myself, “That may have been my first, but it will certainly not be my last.”

Over the next week, I gathered a few things from administrators at school. I picked up money, nothing large but certainly a stable retirement sum for the future. I got a car, an older one, not that I could drive it, but at least the Corvette looked cool.

Had to trade that last one back for something older and talk pretty fast, a plain Ford pickup, too many questions from local authorities about why a principal was giving away one of their vehicles to someone they barely know.

But most importantly a few questions on my family were answered over the next few days, I jotted them down on paper again along with my notes on the morning after. Focusing on Christine and Sarah wants and desires for now, others further away could wait.

Christine (Notes, page 1):

“Would you rather kiss me with tongue or kiss Mom with tongue?” (Answer: Me. Prefers Men? Also got lucky, forgot others don’t consider these actions normal, could have gone bad)

“Would you rather sit on my face in those jeans or let me sit on your face in my jeans?” (Answer: Sit on me. Also, Dom, Definity dom. And am I a sub? Or a switch? And jeans were a bad idea. Also, she has a fat ass. Also, bad idea to do after dinner, Christine is a prick that was not funny.)

“Would you rather tell me all of your fetishes? Or would you prefer to demonstrate your greatest one?” (Answer: She gave me a list. It was scary. But hot? Hot and scary. Too long to write, see folded paper, but Femdom related stuff took the cake. Also, oddly some Daddy stuff. Because we don’t have one?)

“Would you rather tell me your deepest secret? Or would you prefer to tell me your strangest desire?" (Answer: Strangest desire. She has a crush on one of her students, Jake? She want’s to hook him up to some fictional milking machine, and put tits on him. He looks pretty feminine already though. Trans? Also no fetish shaming, but yeah it’s pretty weird).

“Would you rather call and tell me every time you’re attracted to something? Or would you rather call me after every time you masturbate and describe that in detail to me?" (Answer: Oddly she picked the detailed masturbation description. I think she wants to talk to me less overall? Kind of upset about that. So far, she’s only called twice, and they have been rather plain sessions compared to her fetishes. Strange)

“Would you rather show me your most sensitive spots? Or would you prefer to shower under a camera in the bathroom?” (Answer: She picked the camera, bit short sighted, also had to trade off a question with Mom rather quickly. Thank God I still had one. Also win win either way for me.).

“Would you rather I pick your sleep clothes from a displayed list of 3? Or pick your work underwear from a displayed list of 3?” (Answer: Sleepwear. Also, yes Diary I was running out of ideas. But this one was interesting, I’ve seen quite a few of her clothes now, I had no idea it was possible to own that many pajama sets. That white Teddy is smoking. Not that she lets me see her wearing it at all yet).

Christine Continuance: Masturbation description over phone, pick sleepwear from set of 3, shower camera.

Sarah (Notes, page 1):

“Would you rather present yourself for inspection naked? Or would you prefer to shower under a camera in the bathroom?” (Answer: She picked the camera, yes, I know out of order, but I’m writing this a week after. I should have written it down daily. Also, Mom is quicker than she looks, had to talk fast here.)

“Would you rather tell every physical trait of me that’s attractive? Or tell me every physical trait of Ma that’s attractive?” (Answer: Talked about Ma’s breasts in rather disturbing detail. Really, really likes thicc butts. Also, damn Mom is thirsty. And a hardcore lesbian under that gentle demeanor.)

“Would you rather start building start writing a fictional piece of erotica involving your family and fetishes? Or would you like to masturbate in the shower nightly?" (Answer: Masturbate nightly in the shower. Note this was after the camera thing. Yes, I know doesn’t really help to get to know her better. But you would not believe the way she --, well not the point here.)

“Would you rather take me to the bank? Or would you prefer Christine to do it?" (Answer: She drove. I needed to move some money around quickly because of that Corvette. Bit of a narrow shave there)

“Would you rather dress practice Shibari on life sized replica doll of Christine? Or would you rather wear a chastity belt?” (Answer: Belt. Looks like Mom may be more on the sub end of things. Nice after dealing with Christine).

“Would you rather help your son steal a TV? Or would you prefer to go the police after and tell them I stole a TV?” (Answer: She helped take the TV. Bear with me Diary this one was the one that mattered here.)

“Would you rather wake me up daily with a kiss on the lips? Or would you prefer to send me a sexy image in the morning via text?" (Answer: Kiss on the lips. She used to do a kiss on the forehead good night. I think she was able to reason it away fairly quickly. Also not very helpful).

Sarah Continuance: Morning wakeup Kiss, Shower Camera, Shower Masturbation.

I thunked my head down onto the notebook.

“Alright, this is something of a mixed bag. I really wasted the week with Mom,” I said to myself, like the crazy person I was. “Still, there’s at least one important question I asked. Not that I really needed to, she’s always been on my side before.”

I collected my thoughts and went downstairs. It was just Mom in the kitchen; Christine had already left for work. She taught a class for people who were behind in Algebra on Saturday mornings.

“Hey,” I said brown hair still frazzled from sleeping. “I’ve got a hypothetical for you?”

“Shoot,” replied a distracted Sarah as she finished up some bacon on the stove.

“It’s kind of important.”

Sarah absently turned off the stove, and turned around, wearing her “Kiss the Chef” apron with a raised eyebrow, “I’m listening.”

“What if you had the power to make people choose between arbitrary binary choices? What if you could ask some if they would prefer to kill their father, or if they’d like to kill their mother instead?” I carefully phrased the statement.

“Well then, I’d be retired. And have my own personal cook so I didn’t have to get up and cook for you lazy bums,” she said drily.

“But let’s say I did instead, that is I had that power. Would you rather contact the government, turn me in for my crimes, ensure that I was arrested, or executed or sent to some hole in the ground for the rest of my life?”

A peculiar look came over her face as she squinted at me, I carefully recited the planned words.

“Or would you prefer to willingly and proactively help me in all aspirations, goals, plans, and dreams, no matter whatsoever what those might be?”