I noticed the bag with the fake pills sticking out from under the blanket. I walked around the bed to pick it up, and the way Ava’s eyes widened in recognition told me that this was what she had been looking for. Instead of giving them to her, I walked to my nightstand and placed the bag back in the drawer.
“I take it, now that you can think clearly again, you regret what happened last night and want your pills back?” I smirked.
“No ... Yes ... I don’t know.” She looked defeated.
“Keep taking the pills you have in your bathroom.”
“What!? Then ... those aren’t...?” There was hope in her voice. Apparently, she didn’t notice the differences when I showed them to her last night.
“Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t.” I answered in an aloof tone, shrugging my shoulders as I walked to stand behind her. I reached around her, started gently circling her belly button with my fingertips, and whispered in her ear.
“Maybe the pills in your dialpak are fake. In that case, I would have told you to keep taking them so you’d have plausible deniability when your belly starts swelling. After all, the pill only gives you 99% security, so if the parents asked, you could truthfully claim to have never stopped taking your pills.” I proposed, and moved my hand downwards to start slowly massaging her surprisingly hard little knob, causing her to moan and shiver immediately Then I continued talking.
“Or, maybe, the pills in that ZipLock bag are fake, and the ones in your dialpak are real. In that case, I would have lied about switching them out, to provide you with a convincing fantasy of the ultimate submission to your brother. In either case, you should keep taking the pills you have in your bathroom. After all, my little Princess seems to have a serious breeding kink, and I’m sure that little piece of uncertainty makes it just so much better every time your Babybrother’s fertile seed floods your womb.”
Done with my explanation, I kissed her neck again, right underneath her ear, and she had the same sensitive reaction she showed the evening before. The cute little cries I heard, as I relentlessly attacked her most sensitive part with my fingers and forced her to a climax, were elevating. It all reminded me of the power I had over her, and once again made me wonder just why I even enjoyed controlling her so much. When her climax reached its peak, she sank back to her knees exhausted, and placed both hands in her crotch as her shoulders continued to shiver. I guess she wasn’t lying when she told Claire about being sore.
“Anyway” I continued in a casual tone. “If you want to make sure which pills are real, all you have to do is check that drawer. I won’t stop you.”
She looked at me in wonder as I walked around her to enter my closet. I threw her a few hidden glances while I got dressed, and I could almost see the wheels in her head turning.
We had our problems, and it wouldn’t exactly surprise anyone if I wanted revenge, but I surely wouldn’t do it by putting any of them in any real danger or inflicting lasting damage. Getting her pregnant would most certainly constitute lasting damage. My actions during the last two months to help her and the family would, on one hand, give her every reason to believe that she was justified in proclaiming her trust in me last night.
On the other hand, though, the last two months had also proven how little they all knew me anymore. They had no idea how far I had advanced in my job, how capable I had become with a computer, how far my martial arts training had progressed, or how much sexual experience I had gathered. And those were just a few of the surprising revelations they had witnessed since my birthday. So, if she knew so little about me, how could she truly trust me?
When I bent down to pull socks over my feet, I heard my door being shut after she left the room. I smiled, noting that I never heard the drawer in my nightstand being opened.
While Ava was busying herself in her room, I got breakfast started. She seemed to appreciate what I did the day before, so I simply repeated that and put some of the prepared bread rolls into the oven. When she joined me freshly showered, however, she surprised me by moving everything over to the sofa, demanding we eat while finishing Groundhog Day, since we left for the bedroom after having watched merely half the movie in the evening. She seemed to have developed a genuine appreciation for the movie, despite being kind of distracted during the hour we had let it run.
The rest of our Sunday was remarkably unremarkable, aside from the fact that Ava went to surprising lengths in making herself useful. She helped with the laundry, insisted on me guiding her through preparing lunch and dinner while not allowing me to actually touch anything in the kitchen, and, even though it had turned into quite a task, cleaned up the kitchen when she was done. Finally, when it was time for bed, she didn’t even think about going back into her room, but simply walked into mine while pulling me along.
I was a little put off about her behavior, as I couldn’t shake the thought that she acted like a devoted housewife, which was especially disturbing after she painted such vivid pictures of her living with me the night before. However, she assured me it was in preparation for her college days. I didn’t point out that she was planning to attend the local community college while continuing to live in her childhood home, so there was no need for her to suddenly learn how to run a household. Unless, of course, someone had told her about the condo I wanted Danny and John to buy, for her and Maggie to pay fake rent with my cash.
We followed a similar pattern for the following two days. The only remarkable thing about those was the sudden appearance of Jack during Ava’s and Mia’s cheer practice. Although he, unlike me, was welcome to watch the girls practice, he chose to spend the time with me in the hallway and ask me questions about my life, skills, and hobbies. I couldn’t help but feel interrogated, and what irritated me even more was that his father joined in on that when he and Nora accompanied us once more to the self-defense training.
Contrary to my original plans, I allowed Ava to stay the nightbefore Wednesday in my apartment. I simply had no desire to make the two-hour drive after our training session, and she made the most of it. She somehow discovered the bondage gear I had ordered with the buttplug, and wanted to make our last night together memorable. She demanded, really, I tie her wrists to her ankles and fuck her in every hole for as long as I could manage. In her words, she wanted to be “unable to walk until school started up again”, and I saw no reason to decline, leading pretty much to a repeat of the night I had used the Cialis pill.
The next morning, we were still butt naked in bed, when she started acting pensive.
“Alright, spit it out. What’s up with the fidgeting act?” I finally gave in to her blatant attempt to make me ask.
“Well ... when I go home ... you know, when we all get together, we normally...” She wanted to avoid speaking it out loud.
“ ... engage in a massive family orgy. Yes, I know. It wasn’t lost on me that I somehow found myself alone these last few Christmas Eves.”
“Well ... what if they, like, want me to join them? What do you want me to do?”
I blinked at her, unsure how to answer, since I had not expected that development. Was she seriously seeking permission to have sex with other people? What did she think we were to each other!?
“Personally, I’d say fuck ‘em.” I chuckled and got out of bed. “But you? We’re not a couple, Ava. There’s no love between us, so there are no feelings you could hurt by sleeping with someone else.”
I didn’t even realize how quiet it had gotten, until I turned around in search of my clothes and finally noticed the look on her face.
“You ... don’t ... love me?” She didn’t quite look like she was hurt, but certainly sad.