SLuT9 pt 14

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Emily’s Comeuppance”

Thursday, December 21st. Night time
Jennifer Santiago was weak in the knees as Olivia helped her sit up and then get dressed. “Olivia, why do you call David, Master?”

“It’s a long story and that part kind of comes at the end. There are a lot of things you need to know in order to get to that point,” Olivia told her as she helped Jenn pull on her sweater. Olivia didn’t worry about putting Jenn’s bra on. She figured that they’d just have to take it off again anyway once they were in the bedroom.

“So tell me the story. I don’t think I’m capable of standing or walking by myself but I can definitely listen.”

“Very well,” Olivia said as she retrieved Jenn’s pants from the floor. Olivia went on as she helped Jennifer up off the couch and led her out of the living room and slowly, up the stairs.

“Sit down,” David said and pointed to one of the four chairs around the kitchen table. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table beside his daughter.

Dave noticed the difference in Emily almost immediately. In the living room, with Jenn and Olivia, she had been quiet and remorseful. Now, in the kitchen and alone with her father, her posture was changed. She was smiling, confident and seemed excited.

“What?” Dave said.

“Oh, come on, Daddy. You know you wanted this to happen. Even Aunt Jenn knew you lusted after her.”

“I do? She did?” Dave asked, not willing to admit to anything at the moment.

“You did and, yes, she did. Everyone did.”

“So you decided to take the matter into your own hands and what? Make my fantasy come true?”

“Daddy, he sent the formula to you. You let me read the note, remember?”

Dave nodded.

“I know why he sent you the formula. He said it was the stories you post online. That was the first I’d heard of that, so the other day, when I had nothing else to do, I went online and found your stories and, damn, why didn’t you ever tell me you could write like that?”

“Em, get to the point!”

“He sent you the formula because, like every writer, you put yourself in every story. Parts of you anyway. All of your lead characters, everyone of them is noble and brave and chivalrous. Not common traits in today’s world. But it’s you. It’s so obvious. He sent it to you because he knew you would use it morally but still have fun with it. Daddy, this is such a shot in the arm to your life.”
“Fine, maybe you’re right. Maybe that is why he sent it to me. Because I could be immoral without being evil. Maybe you’re right. The point is, Em, I’m not the one using it. I used it on Elizabeth, just to find out if it worked. I used it on your mother to get her to treat me fair and let me see you and Hayley, and I used it on Olivia because I was worried she might be a threat. You, on the other hand have now used the stuff on yourself, without my consent, and now on your aunt, again, without my consent, and both times I ended up paying for your deeds. When you poisoned yourself, I paid for it by having to have sex with my daughter.”

Emily wanted to speak but Dave went on before she could.

“And now, you’ve done the same to your Aunt Jennifer and I was forced to have sex with my sister. Did you ever stop and think about how that would effect me, Emily? Did you?”

“Daddy, why are you so upset? I gave myself the formula. I knew what could happen. I expected it to happen.”

“Fine. And Jennifer? Did you ask her what she wanted?”

“No, but…”

“No. There is no but, Emily. You’re right. You made the choice when you did it to yourself and even though you’re not eighteen, I trust your judgment. If you say you wanted it, if you say you knew what you were getting into, I’m going to trust you and say that it was consensual. But dosing your aunt wasn’t consensual. She didn’t have a choice. And neither time, with you and now with Jenn, was I given that choice.

“You say he sent it to me because I could use the stuff, have fun with it, but not let it go to my head, but it seems to me, Emily Jean, that you’re the one who’s using it. You’re the one having fun with it and I’m the one who ends up feeling guilty. First about what happened between you and I, and now about what happened tonight. Do you see what I mean, Emily? You’re having fun and I’m paying the price. If it was sent to me because I could use it, have fun with it, but not go all mad scientist,” Dave said, standing up and leaning over the table to get right into Emily’s face, “then let me choose who it’s given to. Understood?”

Emily just stared up at her father for a moment, then nodded.

“Good.”

Dave turned, dumped his half empty, now cold cup of coffee in the sink, went the refrigerator, grabbed three bottles of water and handed them to Emily.

“Take these upstairs to your aunt and Olivia.”

Dave reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a fourth bottle of water. He got a small cup from the cabinet and followed Emily up the stairs.

“What are you gonna do, Daddy?” Emily asked as they went up the steps.

“I’m gonna teach my little girl a lesson.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it, Emily.