Getting everyone on the same page

For the next few hours, I tried to focus on my homework, but it was a losing battle. After a couple years of practice, I was able to banish all of the horny thoughts I had about Karen from my mind. But Veronica was a different level entirely. The image of Veronica's supple, perfectly shaped ass kept invading my thoughts, unbidden and persistent. Each time I managed to concentrate on the essay I was supposed to be writing about the Roman Empire, my mind would drift back to that vivid memory. It was like a loop playing over and over, the sight of her young bubble butt, the way her cheer outfit pressed against her skin, leaving just enough visible to drive me wild.

The relentless imagery was distracting, to say the least. I could feel myself getting hard, the physical reaction to my thoughts unavoidable. I tried to ignore it for a while and focus on my homework, but eventually, I gave in to the urge to masturbate, relieving my tension in a quick, guilty pleasure. The post-nut clarity was a brief respite, a moment of release that allowed me to refocus on my work, at least for a while.

Despite having an all-powerful pen that could potentially change any aspect of my life, I knew that classes and grades were still important. I couldn't rely on the pen for everything, not yet at least. I still had to understand its limitations better. I needed to find a way to leverage its power to improve my academic standing, but until then, I had to play the student role. I refocused on my studies, trying to find a balance between the mundane reality of schoolwork and the extraordinary possibilities that now lay before me.

After about an hour of diligently working on my essay, I was snapped back to reality by Lily's voice. "Hey, Marcus! Dinner's ready!" she yelled through my door, her tone a mix of impatience and amusement.

"Coming!" I yelled back, a bit of annoyance in my voice as she interrupted my train of thought.

I quickly finished off the last sentence of the paragraph I was working on, satisfied with the work I'd done, and then headed downstairs.

As I reached the dining table near the kitchen, I saw Lily had changed from her school clothes into a new set of comfy wear – a pair of pink fuzzy fleece pants and a white top. She looked good in them. Very bright and cheerful.

A moment later I was struck with the realization that made me want to laugh. Probably, the only reason she was wearing her fleece pair was because I had claimed her favorite sweatpants. More specifically, I had made her strip down right in front of me and hand them over. That was a good memory, had it only been a few days ago? I probably still had them lying around in my room somewhere...

These new pink pants weren't as tight as her previous pair, their fuzzy texture didn't really show off the shape of her ass, but there was something still inherently alluring about them. Maybe it was the way the soft fabric hinted at her curves beneath, a subtle suggestion rather than an overt display. It left something for me to imagine, which in its own way, was just as tantalizing.

Lily turned to me, a smile on her face. "Took you long enough," she teased, gesturing to the food on the table.

I grinned back at her. "Had to make sure my essay was perfect. You know how it is," I replied, taking a seat at the table.

Right on queue, Karen walked out of the kitchen, gracefully balancing a dish full of steaming pasta. She was wearing an apron over her outfit, a sight I couldn't recall seeing often. It added a touch of domesticity to her usual elegance, a combination that was surprisingly appealing. Knowing how bad her cooking could be, it was likely my eyes would be feasting more than my stomach.

The apron was tied snugly around her waist, accentuating her slender figure. As she moved, the fabric shifted subtly, hinting at her large chest underneath. She wore oven mitts, which she deftly removed to set the dish down on the table. There was a certain motherly charm to her actions, but it was underscored by a sense of submission that had come into play since our deal regarding the house. This blend of elegance and subservience lent her a unique allure.

Karen's movements were smooth and practiced as she served the pasta onto our plates. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, a few strands framing her face in a way that softened her features. Despite the simplicity of the task, she managed to carry it out with an inherent grace, a reminder of the poise she always seemed to possess.

"Hope you two are hungry," she said with a warm smile, her voice carrying a maternal tone that was comforting yet tinged with a subtle undercurrent of deference.

I couldn't help but be captivated by her presence. Her attire, her movements, the way she interacted with me - it was all so different from the Karen I had grown to know. It was as if she finally saw me as her own kid and was treating me as an equal to Lily.

As we began to eat, Karen struck up a conversation. "How was school today, Marcus? Anything interesting happen?" she asked, her interest seeming genuine. She definitely had never asked me that before.

I briefly mused over whether to tell her about my budding sexcapades (or at least my future plans for them), but took the safer route and decided to play it cool. "Just the usual stuff. You know, classes, homework. Nothing too exciting," I replied, keeping the details of my day to myself.

Karen nodded, turning her attention to Lily. "And how about you, Lily? How was cheer practice?"

As they chatted, I found myself observing Karen more than listening to the conversation. The way she listened attentively, the occasional laugh, the way she subtly bit her lip when deep in thought - every gesture was a reminder of the new role she had assumed in our household.

Karen's transformation over the past few weeks had been subtle yet profound. She had always exuded an air of elegance and allure, but there was now an added layer of submissiveness to her attitude. It was most evident in the way she had taken to her new household responsibilities, diligently cleaning and maintaining the house. Even the simple act of sending me her daily schedule was a sign of this change, a tacit acknowledgment of the new power dynamics in our home.

This shift had begun ever since we worked out the deal regarding the ownership of the house. Since then, Karen's attitude towards me had changed noticeably. She was more attentive, more accommodating, almost eager to please in a way that she had never been before. It was as if acknowledging my ownership of the house had flipped a switch in her, altering the way she perceived and interacted with me.

As I sat at the dinner table, my gaze shifted to Lily in her pink pants. She was still the same - young, vibrant, and decidedly less submissive than her mother. The thought struck me then: why couldn't Lily be just as submissive as Karen? The idea was tempting, a tantalizing possibility that had somehow never crossed my mind before.

I began to ponder the notion more seriously. Karen's change in behavior was directly tied to her understanding of my control over the house. She had seen the concrete evidence of my ownership and had adjusted her behavior accordingly. If I were to reveal the same truth to Lily, would she undergo a similar transformation? The prospect was intriguing.

Of course, I had promised myself not to involve Lily in the same way I had with Karen. But promises could be broken, especially when the potential benefits were so enticing. The power I held with the pen was immense, and I had only just begun to explore its possibilities. Extending that power to include Lily could open up a whole new realm of control and influence.

The more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. It wasn't just about the thrill of having power over Lily; it was about testing the limits of what I could do with the pen. Karen's submission was proof of its effectiveness, a demonstration of how it could alter relationships and dynamics. Applying the same approach to Lily could yield similarly fascinating results. It was a risky move, but the potential rewards were too great to ignore.

Deciding to break my promise to Karen, I resolved to let Lily in on the new arrangement. "You know, Karen, I think it's time Lily knew about the house situation," I said casually, interrupting their conversation with a hint of firmness in my tone.

Karen looked at me, confused for a moment, as she processed what I was saying. Slowly, a mix of apprehension and resignation reached her eyes. "Marcus, are you sure? I thought we agreed that we didn't want Lily to feel... burdened by this."

I leaned back in my chair, a sly smile playing on my lips. "I think she can handle it. And besides, it's only fair she knows why you're doing all these chores now. Right?"

Lily turned toward Karen expectantly, uncertain about the situation.

Karen sighed, nodding slowly. "Okay… She deserves to know. Let me tell to her."

She turned to Lily, who was looking at us with curiosity. "Lily, there's something you should know. Marcus is technically the owner of this house.”

She paused, waiting to see if Lily had any reaction. When Lily said nothing, she continued slowly, “Apparently, it's always been his. I wanted to make sure that you and I could stay here, so I made a deal with him. He agreed to let us stay here under the condition that I do his share of the housework."

I noticed that Karen had purposely omitted the other parts of our agreement.

Lily's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Seriously?"

Karen replied, her voice gentle but firm. She turned to make eye contact with me as she said, "Yes, Lily. Marcus has been very generous to let us stay here. We should be grateful and treat him well."

I watched their reactions, a sense of satisfaction growing inside me. "I'm happy to let you both stay at my place," I said. Then, a moment later, I winked and added, "Just remember, I call the shots around here now."

They both laughed nervously at my comment, not entirely sure if I was joking or not.

I wasn't.