Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

The story is not about being perfect people. It is about imperfect people.

Perfect people would have never tied up their husband and son, wife or daughter in the first place.

This story is a journey. Along the way, mistakes will be made. Mistakes are not the end of the journey.

Mistakes are nature’s way of providing you consequences, so that you will learn to adapt. This story is an evolution.

An evolution of an imperfect family of four people, who don't yet know how perfectly imperfect they are.

Chapter One

Welcome Back! If you've not read Family Feud Part One, there is so much you missed. The Taylors were a very typical suburban family, two parents and two kids. The father, Bill is unemployed and a bit of a slacker and goof off. His son Chris is considered an even bigger underachiever. They were subjected to humilities and indignities for close to two weeks after they  failed to take responsibility for their shortcomings and be more responsible.

The women responsible for that turnabout were the wife Wendy, an attractive thirty-something with a career and a positive attitude. Her daughter Jamie, a popular cheerleader, follows in her mom's footsteps. The two of them conspired at first to try to embarrass the men into wanting to do better, work out, pick up after themselves.

One thing led to another, as they discovered that Bill had a collection of porn, some of which he had made himself, which caused the men to move out on their own. Failing to make it on their own, they came home and asked to stay, but the ladies not wanting to keep giving second chances and letting these slackers keep doing the same things, give the same promises, instituted some rules specially designed to motivate the guys that amounted to keeping them naked, and making them work out clean up all the while mocking their fat asses in the process.

It didn't start out that twisted, but as things like this do, what began as a playful goof, escalated and got weird. This all came to a head, when a girl who had completely misunderstood what was happening (or  had she?) intervened with her brothers who play their own little twisted games.  At a party being thrown at the Taylor's house on Friday night, they attempted to blackmail Jamie and Wendy Taylor into stopping their control of the Taylor men.

It really wasn't necessary, Jamie and Wendy never really had an “end game” in mind anyway. Once they had it explained to them by outsiders what was really motivating their well-intentioned yet very unorthodox reformation of the guys, Jamie and Wendy wanted it to stop anyway. In fact, when the outsiders suggested they have to swallow some of their own medicine, Wendy and Jamie basically volunteered to be bartenders in skimpy bikinis serving the guests, while grinning and baring their having to get a taste of their own medicine.

What happens next is the story of a family, that was once your typical family, but has been topsy turvy, turned upside down. The traditional male roles and female ones swapped around, and now having come full circle, we begin again.

Saturday Morning: The Taylor house was a mess of red plastic cups, trash, pizza boxes, but nothing in particular seemed to be broken or stolen. All in all, better than Wendy could have hoped for about the first time she hosted a high school party in her own home.

She woke up in her own bed, with the bikini she wore last night still on. It was a long stretch one piece with purple and blue, it rode up the crack of her ass, and covered her pussy only just a bit, the sides snaking up along her abdomen to form just enough material to cover the nipples with just a little left over and tied around the back of her neck.

This had been a bathing suit her husband bought when he thought he was setting up a little local modeling business to shoot pictures of young girls without a real plan as to how to sell those to people. She had willingly put this thing on with her daughter last night, after a very strange encounter with the Griffins, who knew her daughter her through school.

She tried to remember how it all had transpired last night, but her head was a little hazy. So much had happened. All she could picture was the grinning faces of boys, who she wanted to say “Eyes are up here, boys...so what do you want to drink?” graciously taking her payback for what she put Bill and her son through the last two weeks. All she could picture in her mind were the leering stares, giggles and rude comments she heard the night before.

She stood up, Bill wasn't in Bed. She had made him sleep on the couch the last few weeks, but she assumed that he would have come to bed last night, since she and Jamie had gotten on their knees in front of the Griffins as well, and given him back his house keys apologized for what they did and reinstated him as man of the house in a ceremonial act of repentance.

Without removing the bathing suit she groggily covered herself in her fuzzy white robe, she bought herself as a treat, its microfiber felt good against her bare skin. She walked in to check on her daughter, who herself was sleeping in her own comfy bed, still in her little two butt-floss style thong and bikini top.

“Hey” she smiled a knowing smile to her daughter “We did it”.

“Did what?” her daughters eyes creeped open against the morning sun.

“We took our medicine like big girls, let the boys get payback. I wanted to say I am glad you stood up with me and did it, I knew that had to be hard, since you've got to go to school with those boys”

“Don't remind me!! and it's not the boys I was as worried about. It was the girls, you have no idea the scorn and ridicule.”

“Oh I don't? Last I checked I was a teenager too, and let me tell you, it never ends. You think I dress for other men at the office? No, I dress for other women, what they will say about my outfit. Men are oblivious.”

Jamie croaked an agreement and sat up “So that is it? We're done?”

“Done?”

“Yes, I mean....we teased and tormented Chris and Bill for almost two weeks, was last night our full payback?”

“Well, for one you've got to call your Dad, your Dad and stop calling him Bill from now on, because that is definitely done. I don't see why they would expect us to wear these bikinis around the house now that the party is over? I guess if they want, I'd wear it while we get downstairs and clean up the throw-up and spilled beer” she laughed like a good sport about the whole thing.

“We didn't let them JUST wear bikinis...We made them strip!”

“Yeah, but that was to motivate them to look at their disgusting bellies. You saw how it was when we let them wear their regular clothes, they wouldn't put them in the hamper, and they'd wear them for days. There were so many reasons to keep them naked, if we did it, that is dirty”.

Jamie narrowed her eyes, she wasn't going to challenge her mom's sudden double standard that their nudity was justifiable and theirs would be overtly sexual. “I guess you are right, I've grown accustomed to coffee in the mornings since Dad was under our heel, what are the chances he started a pot?”

Jamie slipped on her matching robe the two had bought, and sauntered downstairs, half expecting to see Bill planted on the couch oversleeping on a Saturday morning. Instead, their couch was covered in typical Party debris and the smell of coffee and eggs was coming from the kitchen.

Inside, sat Bill at the table, introspective staring into his coffee cup. It was a little odd to see him fully dressed since they hadn't permitted him to wear much when they were running him through his paces.

“Hi Bill, you made Eggs without being told?” Wendy said, instantly regretting how that sounded. Like a mother surprised her child could cut his own food.

“Yes...I've been thinking about last night...we probably need to talk” Chris said somberly. When everyone was seated he continued “Wendy, we probably should divorce”.

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. She had thought about it several times in the past month as they went through this rough patch, but always that she'd be leaving him high and dry, and enjoying her life without him weighing her down and being an embarrassment. Suddenly, she didn't feel that way, the pit of her stomach opened up and she lost her appetite.

“Why on earth?” she asked, but Bill who so often had trouble communicating clearly his ideas without seeming to backtrack was having a moment of clarity. He explained that his daughter and son having seen him as a weakling, his wife having put him in that position, he just didn't want to continue with this charade as head of the household.

Wendy wanted very much to point out to him that he was doing it again. That he hadn't learned one of the lessons they had gone over in their regular affirmation sessions where they made him jump rope or do jumping jacks, while getting him to admit that Bill is responsible for what happens to Bill. Instead she just bit her lip and thought about the rift that was created in the family.

“Have you talked to Chris about this?”

“Chris is technically an adult, as soon as he finishes his senior year, he wants to move out. I am not sure what he wants to do, but he agrees with me, that we can't go back to how it was.”

“No, and I wouldn't want you guys to go back to how it was, the two weeks was a learning experience for us all. I mean, I didn't want the responsibility of leading the house, and I really didn't want to do those mean and cruel things to you!”

“You could have fooled me, you and Jamie laughed your asses off, he said smiling. They all had a laugh at the sudden ice breaking moment.

“Well, yeah..you have to admit it was funny. I mean, it all just kind of happened without planning”

“You mean you guys hadn't made up all these rules in advance?”

“Nah, we just let you think we did...we would sort of make up a new rule, when you guys would find a new way to break the old one, and sometimes it sounded almost ludicrous, what we were telling you to do.”

Bill seemed disappointed, he was trying to get his head around it. “Somehow, I thought there was a master plan to my rehabilitation, it sounds even dumber now that there was no set of rules. That you guys were flying by the seat of your pants, that is something Chris and I would have done.”

Wendy offered “We aren't perfect, we were reacting more often than we should have, instead of anticipating. Is there no way we can just forget it ever happened, and try to be a family? I still love you Bill, for all your faults and imperfections, I married you, til death do I part.”

“I don't see how, I mean I am embarrassed to even look at you both. You've both been the boss of me, and I got into the habit of doing what you told me, so much that I came down here and started coffee half expecting you to want to beat my ass red if I didn't have it just so for you.”

“Yeah, we did you wrong” Wendy added absentmindedly moving a left-over drinking cup that had a ping-pong ball in it from last nights drinking games. “You can't forgive us? We made a mistake.”

“I don't see how Wendy, I mean, mistakes were made all around, but making your husband and son a house pet, that is kind of like a big deal” he said smirking at the understatement.

“When you put it like that Bill, I mean...last night, we came out and faced the music, we bartended in the skimpy bikinis, it wasn't pleasant, let me tell you!”

“Ya think? Well that wasn't bare-ass naked, and you were doing it for handsome study high school hunks, not me.”

Without thinking Wendy stood up, dropped the robe, then in a single fluid motion stepped out of the bikini revealing her sizable perky boobs popping out, and her well trimmed pussy. She had a perfectly even all over tan, and a very athletic body from aerobics.

Bill didn't seem to buy it, her gave her an icy smile as she added “May I please clean up the aftermath of this party, while you enjoy your breakfast sir?”the compliant, subservient words sounding kind of alien to everyone's ears coming from Wendy.

Jamie was shocked “MOM!!”

“Oh Jamie, it's fine. I can't ask you to join me, and I wouldn't. But this family has a rift in it. I've created that rift, with the best of intentions, but its my fault. Bill I'll take a week of leave from work, stay home everyday, and you and Chris can boss me around to your hearts content, get the payback you need. Once you see how I am not a perfect person, and I am willing to eat a little crow, and be a good sport about this, wont' you see I love you enough to do anything to stay?”

“Well, it was basically two weeks” Bill said reminding Wendy of a 12 year old boy who wanted two scoops of ice cream instead of one to fix his boo-boos.

“Okay technically, it was like a week and four days,  but I'll agree to two weeks,  You and Chris sit down and write up actual rules, and I will sign them. That way there is no playing it by ear.” She said this last part, because the executive in her was thinking just how much a vague contract favored the employer not the employee. If they WERE going to turn the tables on her, it may as well be, where she understands what she is signing her ass over for. Besides, she'd be curious if her husband and son could actually sit down and write something start to finish without their attention span wandering without anyone standing over them. God, why am I so controlling she thought to herself.

“I'll clean up the mess of the party, I owe you it. The party was all my idea, I should clean up my own mess.” she added as she awaiting Bill's reply.

Unexpectedly Jamie stood up and dropped the robe, and began to unhook the pink shiny bikini top, that looked a bit like a strand of bubble gun wrapped around her chest.

“Oh no! You don't have to do this, Jamie...I don't want you to be nak..” before she could finish Jamie had unhooked the top and let out her perky, puffy, pink nipples, making one think if the bikini had seemed provocative, the bare tits seemed downright obscene.

“I want too, Mom. What you said makes sense. I was a meanie butt, I participated in this, I laughed about it, I benefited off it” as she was stepping out of her bottoms revealing light blonde pubes and a pink little slit. “I want to help make it right. If we even things up, Dad, will you stay and us be a family?”

“Pumpkin” he hadn't called her that since she was twelve “I don't want this. I really don't think Chris could handle even seeing this, we can't treat you the way you treated us.” he said sort of shrinking back in his chair, not daring to look at either one of them.

“Dammit, Bill” Wendy said forcing his attention back on her “Your daughter is willing to strip and I am too, to eat crow for what we did, can't you be gracious enough to accept that we want to make it up to you?”

“We aren't like you, Wendy...I am not sure I can trust what Chris would do, I know at least for me,  I want...well, I want to do some things that I've not been able to do with you for a few months now, if you know what I mean?”

Wendy did know “Yes, I've been a bad wife. I've denied my husband his marital bed, and that is something they'd punish in the bible days, I get it, Bill. That will change”  perhaps coincidentally Wendy's nipples were popping out extra hard, maybe it was just the adrenalin rush to be standing in the kitchen naked, or the very cool morning air, or a combination of things, but the fat nubs were springing to life and Bill couldn't help but notice.

“Well you can see my dilemma then?” Bill said plainly, but the girls didn't. So he continued “You made us exercise, because we were out of shape. What good would making girls who willingly make the time to go to aerobics or cheerleader almost every day to work out?  You, and excuse me for saying this Jamie, but your mom denied me sexual release or pleasure, what good is that going to do against a virgin and you who don't want to have sex anyway, at least sex with me?”

“Bill, you've got a good point...I won't deny it, I hadn't thought this out at all. This wasn't my plan, its just flying by the seat of my pants..or lack thereof” joking about her now complete nudity. “That I felt if we wronged you, and you give us as good as we gave you, you and Chris could have some closure, forgive us for being rotten mother and wife”

Jamie added “and Daughter and Little Sister” bringing the eyes back on her perfectly taut cheerleader figure.

Wendy nodded at Jamie accepting what she said “I don't really want Jamie involved, but I concede that the rules should be different for us as girls, and because our values are different than yours...would you go wake up Chris and talk to him on your own, and work on your rules..I can't speak for Jamie, but if you guys want to have fun some friendly sport with me, and make me your bitch for two weeks, and it means this family is healed, then I am your bitch....now may I please go clean up your House?”

“My House, what?”

Swallowing “Your House, sir?”