Hold On

Your mother was devastated by her sister's words. Knowing what you knew about your aunt and your mom Peggy was probably in the right here. Your mother was emotional, flaky, and more than a little twisted. Your aunt was level headed, patient, and intelligent. Peg was the rock of the family. The one person you all knew you could count on if things got bad. She had been there to help pick up the pieces after your dad died. Only now, hearing this eruption of emotion from her, had you realized just how much all of you had taken her for granted. Your mother especially.

In retrospect you now realize just how tactless you had been. Barging in and laying this all on Peg so bluntly and so selfishly. You hadn't appreciated her feelings for your mother. You had tried to be strong like your big sister but your aunt was no shrinking violet.

You realize then that it wasn't Fiona that really needed to be here. It was Elsie. She had a sense of things. She was better at reading emotions and picking up on little things. You should have taken the soft approach. A more respectful approach.

Still, it killed you to see the effect those words were having on your mom. She had turned from her sister and was pulling you to follow her back down the stairs. Your mother was heartbroken. Your aunt was heartbroken.

You simply could not let this stand. You could not let them leave each other in this condition. This was no way to start a new life. God how you wished your sisters were there.

"Hold on." You say. You could see in your aunt's angry visage she was about to ask you to leave more forcefully. "Wait. Please." You voice is low and calm. "You're right. Aunt Peg, you're right. I was being insensitive. We all were. I apologize. Please, can't we talk?"

"I don't see the point. Seems you have everything all figured out." She snips.

You take a deep breath. "Peg...this is all new. Things are...happening fast. So fast."

Peg nods. "Fiona is smart, but impatient. I'm not surprised." She looks at you, thankfully her anger was subsiding. You could see her sharp mind working. "Let me guess.... Fiona brought you to heel. Used Elsie's crush on you to get her. Dressed you up like a girl to get your mother. The baby sealed the deal."

"Peggy...it wasn't like that." Your mother says.

You stand stunned. Jesus Christ! That was pretty much exactly how it had gone! She could see in your expression she had hit the mark. Your aunt's expression was softening by the second. "Please...tell me she at least talked to El. Tell me she finally apologized."

You nod.

Peg takes a breath, as if a great weight had been lifted from her. "Good. Good." Reaching out she takes your shoulder. "Come on, lets go sit down."

The group of you head down stairs. Your mother was smiling at you, obviously very relieved you had said something to defuse the situation. You were learning fast that being the man of this family was going to be a huge challenge. Fiona, Elsie, and your mother all needed something different from you. Fiona needed a loyal **** to control and lavish attention on. Elsie needed a friend and partner to share her life with. And your mother...oh boy, strange as it was...your mother needed a femboy in bed and a traditional man out in public. These different roles were inevitably going to come into conflict from time to time.

Oh how wonderful and easy it would be just to let Fiona take control. To be hers completely, to serve one perfect master. But that wasn't the situation. This was Fiona's doing in the end. If it was just you and her it would have been so simple. But she wanted not just you, she wanted the whole household together. Compromise was the only way forward if it was going to last. Thinking back to that intense gaze she gave you back at the house though...ohhhh damn. If things had happened differently you would have oh so willingly committed yourself completely to her domination.

Peg leads you to her cool, clean, modern kitchen. She motions you to sit at the breakfast island. You help your mother up onto one of the high chairs and you take the other as your Aunt puts on a kettle. You run your hands across the cold marble counter top. The place was beautiful and impeccable, though just a bit sterile for your liking.

You can't help but admire your aunt's toned body. She still had on only the workout outfit. It highlighted her incredibly fit body wonderfully. Her bare feet were utterly silent as she glided gracefully across the tile floor. She was so graceful, so at ease, so in control of her body and mind. You marvel at how hot these milfy sisters could be so god damned hot yet in completely different ways. Peg had paused after bringing down some mugs, her head down. You could tell she was weighing up carefully what to say next.

What she ends up saying is not what you expected.

"Chloe was hoping for a family orgy for her baby shower. She was hoping she and Jesse would be butt sluts for the night." Peg says quietly as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I'll tell her it's off. We can...um...have a traditional one. That'll be...nice."

You look to your mother. She is struggling to keep the tears from flowing again as she stares at her sister. Hearing that had struck her deeply however.

"That doesn't sound nice at all. That's what other people do." Your mother says. "Peggy. Maybe...I don't know...for special occasions or something." She looks at you with questioning eyes. "I don't even understand myself. Jesse, why can't we be with Chloe and Peggy anymore honey? I just don't understand."

Your aunt chooses this moment to turn around. Crossing her arms she leans back on the counter and looks at you as well. Both sisters now waiting and watching as you reach for an answer.

"I...uh...I think it's about commitment." You reply. "It is what Fiona needed, um...it's really important to her."

Peg smiles and shakes her head. "Because she knows she can't control Chloe and I."

"No, I don't think that's it." You say, though now that you thought about it...she might be right.

"The girl's got control issues. Has since she was little. Since her Daddy died. I love her to bits, but it's a real problem." Peg sighs. "Jesse, Helen. Don't do this. Don't cut Chloe and I out. Especially not now, with the little one coming. Chloe's Sugar Daddy...um...he's nice but he's...inconsistent. To put it mildly. She needs us, more than ever."

"We'll always be there for you!" You insist.

"Yeah, but not like before! Not like a Bailey." Peg retorts. "We're not like other families Jesse. I'm sorry, I know you're new to this, but the sex has become a part of everything about us." Not like other families...that was an understatement. "We make love to celebrate, to comfort each other, to connect, and just for fun. Remember Elsie's 18th birthday Helen? God that was so much fun." You remember back. There had been a normal party followed by a 'girls night out'. "Jesse. It's all a part of who we are now. Don't take that away from us Jesse. We were all so excited when the secret finally came out to you Jesse, so that you could really be a part of it all. We used to talk about you, all the time. Especially Elsie. We'd debate on whether to let you in on it..." She sighs. "Don't cut us out. Please."

"I don't want to do it! I hate it!" Helen peeps. She was obviously embarrassed to be so weak willed, but these were her true feelings. "I have **** Peggy. It's what Fiona wants."

"Then stand up to her! Tell Fiona!" Peg pushes off of the counter to walk across to the other side of the island. She reaches across and takes your mother's hand. "Tell her Helen."

"I...can't. I made a promise." She looks to you with those wide rich brown eyes of hers. "And Jesse did too. Jesse lived up to his part so...I have to live up to mine. I love my girls. I love my baby boy."

"All your girls?" Peg asks.

Your mother's head and shoulders slump.

"Do you love me?" Peg says softly. Your mom doesn't respond.

Peggy shifts her gaze over to you. All of you realizing that you were the key to everything. You always had been though you didn't realize it. "Jesse, please." Gone was the rational genius, your aunt was speaking with pure emotion now. "I've waited so long for Helen. So long Jesse. You just can't know. Since before you were born..."

"Oh Peggy." Your mother gasps.

Peg continues. "...I don't want to lose you guys. Any of you guys. Neither does Chloe." With her other hand she reaches for you. With her index finger she lightly traces it along the back of your hand. "We haven't even had a chance to be with you yet Jesse. Don't you want be with us? Are we really so bad?"

Your eyes flit down to her ultra tight workout top, the sweat still causing a light sheen across her smooth flesh. You **** your eyes back up, but she had seen you look. She grins as she squeezes your hand.

"Peg...of course I want to...but..." You were trying to stay strong but you had no counterarguments to offer.

"Jesse, you need to make her understand. You and El are the only ones that can really talk to her." Peg pleads. "You need to make her understand, she can't control everything and everyone. She needs to give up control sometimes. She can't always be the one holding the whip..."

The whistle of the kettle interrupts her train of thought as it begins letting out a piercing whistle. Tsssseeeeoooooooooo!

Peg takes a deep breath. She stands straight and gathers herself. She obviously wanted to collect her emotions before continuing on. These exposed emotions and this pleading tone, this just wasn't her. Without a word she turns and heads back to the main counter to begin making tea.

Your mother rubs your back and rests her head on your shoulder. She knew this must be difficult for you and you knew this must be killing her. You rest your head on hers.

You were lost in thought. "She can't always be the one holding the whip." Your aunt had said. It was eerily similar to what you and Elsie had talked about earlier that day. An idea was brewing. But it just seemed...impossible.