Caught

Jessica must masturbate more than your girls. You think after seeing her orgasm count. Well, she did orgasm just from watching you, so perhaps she can get off just from her imagination. You contemplate.

It’s tempting to look at the shop, but you decide to save your points. If you open it, you’ll be tempted to buy. You’ve heard that phone apps give a bunch of points early on and then suck you dry once you're addicted.

You set your phone down and walk over to Merry. You put your hands on her shoulders and gently squeeze. “Honey, Olivia and Jessica are going to be having breakfast with us from now on.”

You feel Merry tense up as you speak. “Seriously. You know Jessica gives me a hard time!” She complains.

“I know. But we’ll be moving soon, and we won’t get to see them as much. Please try to get along,” You implore your daughter.

Merry looks up at you with puffed-out cheeks. “It’s easy for you to say.”

“Yeah. But I’d still appreciate it if you tried,” you say, giving her a reassuring massage.

“I’ll do my best,” Merry murmurs while looking back at the screen.

“Good girl,” you say, patting her head.

As you are turning away, Merry says, “Oh yeah. Misaki is going to come over tonight.” She pauses, then asks, “What about the bra rule?”

Misaki is a girl that has been friends with Merry since kindergarten. She is a small woman of Japanese descent. Even though she is just under five feet tall, her breasts are the same size as Merry’s. She’s a nice girl that enjoys games.

After some thought, you decide it’s better to wear bras when outsiders come over. “You can wear a bra when she comes. Tell your sister before she arrives,” you say.

You return to the kitchen you ask, “Will Misaki be having dinner with us?”

“Yeah,” Merry replies.

As you consider what to make for dinner, your phone rings. You look down at it and see that Olivia is calling you. Wondering what’s going on, you pick up the phone. “Hello, what’s wrong?” you ask as you pick up the phone.

“I went to the bathroom again, and it felt the same as this morning,” Your sister states.

“Oh well… Wow, that’s strange,” You respond, unsure what to say.

Olivia speaks with exasperation, “Everyone’s been acting strange. You especially, what’s going on Annabell.”

“Me especially?” you yelp in confusion.

“You’re looking at your phone all the time. You never look at your phone while with us,” Olivia explains.

“Yeah, I got an app,” you quietly state.

“Come over, and we can talk about it. Jessica is out with friends.”

You nod and say, “Alright, I’ll be over in a bit.”

You head towards the door and tell Merry, “I’m heading next door.”

“OK, Mom!” she shouts back.

You walk next door while nervously sweating. You hope you didn’t wreck your relationship with your sister. The points still looked good just a moment ago, so things should be fine. You tell yourself.

You enter Olivia’s apartment, and she is sitting at her table waiting for you. You half-heartedly wave and say, “Hi.”

Olivia smiles and says, “Don’t look so disheartened. We’re just going to have a sisterly talk.” She pats the chair next to her and chirps, “Tell your big sister what happened.”

You sit down and thoroughly explain your plight and how the app works. Olivia often has to urge you to continue as you describe your reasoning. By the end, she sits with her head cocked and her hand on her chin.

Olivia sighs, “I get it. Who would have thought that such debauchery would be so dull when retold? I knew you were upset, but to take a sketchy app like that.”

“But it works!” You exclaim. As you are about to extol your reasoning again, Olivia puts her hand up to stop you.

“I get it. But this might be dangerous,” She pauses and looks at the table. “Should we call Mom?”

You don’t want a lecture, but it may be a good idea. While you’re book smart, your mother is a genius with worldly knowledge. You reach for your phone and click your mother’s name.

After a few rings, your mom picks up. “You know there is a time zone difference, right,” she instantly lectures.

You frown and explain, “Mom, I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t. You girls haven’t thought about your poor mother working all by herself in Greece.”

Olivia interrupts, “I asked you to come join us. You’re the one who said no.”

“Olivia is there too? What do I owe the pleasure,” Mom sarcastically states.

“Can you take this seriously, Mom,” you complain.

“Yes, I’m being serious. Tell Mom what you’re fretting about.”

Olivia explains, “She got some weird KDK app.”

“It’s the family edition,” you add.

Your mother scolds, “Whether it’s the family edition or not, what’s going on is clear. My daughters have been playing with phone apps while their mother nearing retirement, is doing back-breaking work.”

Olivia responds, “Please, you barely look a day over 20 still, and I offered to let you live with us.”

You say, “We’re seriously worried here, and you're just teasing us.”

You hear Mom make a dismissive noise before speaking, “People would kill for the KDK app, but here you are crying because you have it.”

“So you do know something!” You exclaim.

“Nothing specific. I would guess it’s arcane. It doesn’t seem to be detrimental. I haven’t heard anything negative about the app. People have asked me about it, so I looked into it. But there isn’t much to talk about,” Your mom explains.

That’s a bit confusing. You ask, “Why are people asking you about the app?”

“Besides us,” Olivia says.

“It’s because of the temple. It’s fertility based. I’ve been testing out guys to be temple priests,” Mom states matter-of-factly.

Your sister asks, “What kind of tests do you have to do?”

“Girth, stamina, sperm count, that sort of thing,” Mom says nonchalantly.

You don’t care about mom’s sex temple and question, “What about the mind manipulation and having sex with my family?”

“I’ve always told you girls that you are Squirters, and you can do anything you want. Don’t let anything hold you back. I don’t think the app is wrong sex with family isn’t that unusual.”

What mom never showed interest in having sex with us? If it were good, she’d do it for sure. You think suspiciously.

Olivia interrogates, “I never understood what was so good about being a Squirter. It’s not like we have a family lineage or anything.”

“Everything before me doesn’t matter! Since you are my descendants, you obviously have a powerful family lineage,” Your mom extorts with gusto.

There it is, your mom’s god complex. Well, She’s done a lot and doesn’t seem to age, so maybe she is becoming a god. You contemplate.

You can’t help but ask, “You never had sex with us, though.”

Mom dismissively says, “That’s because I’m not gay.”

“I don’t know if I’d say I was gay,” you say uncertainly. You look at your sister, who shrugs.

Mom explains, “One of you had sex with a boy because you were obsessed with having kids, and the other had sex with that boy because they were jealous that he had sex with her sister. If it bothers you, stop using it. But from what you’ve said, it’s been pretty positive. I have to go.”

Before you can say anything, your mom hangs up, leaving an awkward silence in the room.