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The Family: Ceremony of Unveiling

By: PhilCanyon



This is the story of a powerful family and its unusual customs and rituals. Once a daughter finds the love of her life she must go though a ritual called the Ceremony of the Unveiling. This story is built on the two chapters of "Shaping A Proper Young Lady." It can be read stand-alone. However, there is a lot of character development in the two chapters of Shaping a Proper Young Lady that you might enjoy and should enhance the reading of this one.

The Family: Ceremony of Unveiling 

"And now, it gives me great pleasure to announce to The Family the engagement of my daughter, Heather Evers, to the man of her dreams, Jason Van Eckels." Robert Evers paused and allowed the applause to run its course before offering the microphone to Jason and Heather.

As their daughter and future son spoke some well rehearsed words of their own, Robert and Meg Evers stood together holding hands and allowed the events of the evening to drift through their thoughts.

Meg and her daughter were easily the most beautiful women there. Both were stunning blondes, tall and lithe. At 39, Meg had more womanly curves than Heather and a more worldly mature look. Heather, who was only 21 years old, slightly thinner and a couple inches taller, carried more innocence with her and it showed in the way she dressed.

They looked out over the gathering comprised of over two hundred of New Salem's first family; of which the Evers were an important piece. For this event, the men were in black tie and the women in evening gowns. 

If they were at least sixteen, Meg Evers's nieces and nephews were here; all sitting in the tables toward the back of the banquet room. Some were attending their first engagement party. But most were Heather's age or a few years older and they were all very busy showing off their nubile figures and young, firm curves as they flirted with their equally young and virile cousins; all of them exhibiting youthful energy and good looks. 

Meg's brothers and sister, and her many cousins, were in the section of tables in front of the young adults. These were the men and women of Meg and Robert's age. All were married and all were successful. The men were doctors and lawyers and bankers; strong, handsome and experienced. The women were busy in New Salem's social scene; beautiful and confident, dressed in the finest clothes, wearing the finest jewels, and also ever watchful of their young adult children.

Her aunts and uncles, some with gray hair and some not, but all sophisticated, sat at the tables closest to the front, indicative of their place in The Family.

Regardless of their relationship to the Evers or their age, an attendee at this gala was beautiful or handsome. When it came to the finest family of New Salem, an unattractive woman or unappealing man could not be found.

The announcement of a family member's engagement to marry was an important event in New Salem. And now, after almost 20 years of marriage, the Evers had the special privilege of presenting their daughter and her future husband. One year from tonight, they would become Mr. and Mrs. Jason Van Eckels.

During their drive home they talked of how proud they were of their daughter and her fiance. "Heather has chosen well. He has come so far in a short period of time," Meg said.

"Jason's shown himself to be the man we all hoped for, Meg. Six weeks ago we hardly knew him." Robert added, reaching across the console to hold her hand.

"I didn't think he was going to survive Heather's unveiling," Meg joked and both of them laughed out loud.

They reminisced over the years before Heather left for the University of Georgetown. Those were the years before they moved home to New Salem. 

They had met Heather fifteen years ago; the first afternoon in their new home, the first home they had purchased after their marriage. She was the little seven year old tomboy with pigtails flying, riding back and forth on the sidewalk across the front of their yard, watching the movers slowly empty the contents of the truck into the house that was six houses down the street from her own. 

For Heather it was a fantasy at her first sighting of this young married couple with its tall, strong husband and beautiful blonde wife that seemed just the right age to have a seven year old daughter. She didn't know it but the fantasy would soon be shared by the Evers. 

You see, Heather's home was a shell. Not a shell in the physical sense, but a shell all the same. It was a shell that held a family made up of one sweet little girl and a drunk father. How can something good come from that situation? Well, Heather seemed to know how and she dreamed that one day her mommy and daddy would be the Evers.

It wasn't long before Meg and Heather's relationship began to grow. It was the natural development that comes from a young married woman that cannot have biological children and a motherless child that shouldn't have to experience the loneliness and isolation of being raised by a father haunted by his own demons.

Robert Evers was a polar opposite of Heather's biological dad and quickly took to Heather. The happiness the Evers experienced of having her in their lives grew right along with Heather; from little kid to adolescent to young adult. Meg took Heather under her wing and eagerly taught her everything a mom teaches a daughter.

Once Heather turned eighteen, the Evers convinced her drunken father to allow Meg to provide her with the finishing worthy of a proper young lady. The two spent long hours after school studying and the long sessions turned into sessions lasting beyond the dinner hour and soon Heather was staying over on a few weekend nights.

The weekend night stays turned into all weekend stays and before long the Evers had furnished a bedroom for their young protégé. Once she graduated from high school she continued her educational finishing with Meg. In fact, her lessons increased in complexity and the time Meg devoted to Heather increased substantially and it wasn't long at all before Heather was spending more nights at the Evers house than she was at her own.

"It's so nice to hear the voice of a young lady wafting through our home," Meg often told Robert. He agreed, of course.

"Yes and when she is in a tender moment and she calls us mom and dad..." A lump grew in his throat as he spoke and he bit his lip to collect himself.

Meg reached out and grabbed his forearm for comfort. "She's so special. Robert, we're a family. We truly are and she couldn't be more a part of us than if she were made of our ribs," Meg said.

By the end of the summer Heather's biological father had agreed to allow them to finance her education at Georgetown. They didn't see it as a big commitment. Instead, they saw it as the right thing to do. The Evers were very well off. Much more so than any of their neighbors knew. They could afford a much more expansive home in New Salem, but had stayed in this neighborhood these many years because of Heather. 

Her drunken father hated them for their offer but wasn't about to tell them no; given that his responsibility for her effectively ended with their commitment to her future. He wasn't prone to looking a gift horse in the mouth and even through a lense of constant drunkenness he could see that the Evers were a couple with an impeccable lineage. 

He had been inside their home and he had seen how they dress and carry themselves. He could sense they were money. "Old money," he would say to himself as he pulled hard on a cigarette or threw down two fingers of rum. He didn't turn them down because he wanted a larger payday than just taking care of his daughter. He wanted much more than that.

To Heather, she was scared to dream of more than what the summer had brought her. The Evers had freed her. She was free of the empty shell of her childhood. She was free to dance the dance of a proper young lady and she was free to enjoy all that comes from a loving family. 

"How could it ever get any better than this," she often told herself as she settled into life at Georgetown and weekends back home with Robert and Meg. She was safe. She was secure emotionally. She was leaving behind all the emotional baggage of her father's drunkenness. Her future was very bright; the Evers had seen to that. She told herself to not be selfish by wanting more. But, she did want more. She longed to be their daughter.

Life back home meant life with the Evers's extended family in New Salem instead of life back in the old neighborhood. She took to it quickly, loving the town that was both quaint and metropolitan at the same time, and enjoying the status that came with being so special to the Evers. 

It didn't bother her at all that she often went weeks without being back in her old house with her drunken father. She hated him for his ways and his treatment of her and she loved the Evers for theirs.

Finally, in the spring break of her first year in college Heather's dream came true when she was handed an elegant envelope with a wax seal displaying The Family crest.

"We hope you approve," Robert told her with Meg at his side.

Heather's jaw dropped and tears welled up in her eyes as she read the introductory letter inside. She looked up at Meg and Robert; her face glowing and full of emotion as she said, "Thank you. It's what I've dreamed of."

The envelope contained adoption papers. Heather was now legally Robert and Meg's daughter and a part of the family. The drunk's asking price was high, but the Evers loved Heather and nothing was going to get in the way of her becoming their daughter. Certainly not a no-good drunk of a father that cared nothing for her. Robert had sized him up, negotiated his price, and bought him off. 

A warning followed the transfer of money. "If The Family hears from you again it will be the last words you speak," Robert warned.

If a drunkard can have an easy life, the money would buy it for him. Robert didn't have much to fear. If he showed up unexpected, he would be taken care of. A cursory police investigation would confirm an accidental death of an unknown John Doe. Heather would never know.

The Evers finally had the daughter they loved but could never, until now, truly claim as their own. And, New Salem's first family had the most desirable and available young lady in many years. Heather was a tall, lithe young blonde possessing the most beautiful looks and adoring charm of all The Family's young debutantes. 

She was courted by the most eligible of the young men at Georgetown, but none met her expectations. She wanted a man like Robert. Meg had taught her to have discriminating tastes and high expectations. It was The Family way and Heather didn't disappoint her. She was raised by the Evers to be a proper young lady and she trusted them to help her find the man of her dreams. A man that would fit into The Family the way Robert did when he married Meg.

Heather turned down many offers to date her first year in college. Robert wouldn't permit it. Even after he gave permission, she dated infrequently and remained chaste. She felt that the men in college were too immature and their future was not secure enough to interest her. Dutifully, she accepted a few offers and after each date she would call Meg and tell her all about the young man; his age, his look, how he treated her and how he presented himself.

None measured up to her expectations or Meg's. But, she kept her hopes up and on the weekends when she came home Meg would encourage her daughter and buoy her spirits. Heather was by nature a positive young lady and she wasn't in a gloom about not finding a man to share her life. She was, after all, only in her second year of college. 

But, all young people, especially those in their second collegiate year, have their emotional ups and downs. And, when Heather felt emotional she turned to Robert. He was the head of the Evers family and he was Heather and Meg's friendly port in the storm. When either lady needed a steady hand, Robert was always there. 

He knew how to talk through any issue and how to focus them on what truly mattered. Robert was the benevolent king of his castle and they both trusted his every decision. His decisions were always sound, based on what's best for them, consistent in their application and final. 

Heather eagerly sought his counsel, just as Meg did with her father. Whatever her problem or worry was, he made her feel better. And, when Heather was feeling particularly sad or low in spirit Robert would allow her to share their bed. 

His ways were the ways of the first family of New Salem. They were tried and true and had been proven over time. The ways produced proper young ladies and fine young men. They provided stable, productive marriages and strong family units. The ways of The Family built captains of industry, presidents of academia, high court judges, five-star generals and directors of prestigious law firms and brokerages. The one area they did not aspire to was politics. Family members did not become politicians. Instead, they controlled politicians.

The Family was powerful, and all of that power started and ended with the ways of each individual family within the larger family.

At the start of Heather's third year at Georgetown she met Jason Van Eckles. He was mature and handsome. At thirty-one years of age he was ten years older than Heather and a junior partner in a major east coast law firm. He was very good-looking, kind and a gentleman and Heather fell for him on their first date.

Heather was everything he had been seeking. She was beautiful, smart, athletic, sweet and charming. She came from a good family. And, most importantly, she was chaste and pure. That was important to Jason and he often found himself thinking of how lucky he was to have found a woman as beautiful as Heather that was still a virgin at twenty-one.

Robert and Meg were speeding down the interstate when they heard the news of this new man in their daughter's life.

Meg excitedly patted Robert's thigh. "It's Heather," she said as she flipped open the phone and pushed it under the long thick mane of blonde hair.

"Hi mom," Heather said to her excitedly.

"Heather, we didn't expect to hear from you. Aren't you on the way to Aspen? The snow's waiting for you," she responded.

"I'm coming home this weekend instead of going skiing," she said and paused awkwardly before finishing her sentence. "And, I'm bringing a friend."

Meg held her hand to the phone's mic and quickly told Robert that Heather would be home this weekend after all, and he nodded and grinned as he replied, "That's wonderful news."

Meg assumed it was one of her girlfriends. "She can stay in the guest suite honey. Next to your bedroom," she replied.

Heather paused again. "Mom, my friend is a man," she said. "The man I told you about last week, Jason Van Eckles."

It was Meg's turn to pause before she replied, "Oh." She thought back to the conversation she and Heather had about her new suitor named Jason and smiled. 

Before Meg could continue, Heather jumped in. "Mom, I think he's the one for me," she said with a lump in her throat. 

Once she got that important bit of information out she ran off a string of comments in the rapid fire fashion she always used when she was nervous, anxious and unsure of her parents reply. "Mom he's so wonderful and his name is Jason but you already know that and he's such a gentleman and he's so interesting and he treats me like a lady and...and...and...Oh, Mom! I think I love him!"

Meg always smiled when Heather spoke in this fashion. It reminded her of the days when Heather would rush home from school and be out of breath when she bounded onto Meg's front porch and excitedly tell her about the day's events as Meg listened intently to every word.

Meg knew this was a big step. The weekend would be an important one and she needed to have a conversation with Robert concerning the news. "Heather, that's wonderful news! Tell Jason he's very welcome. He can stay in the guest cottage. We'll have such great fun this weekend," she told her.

She asked to talk to Robert. 

"Daddy?" she asked after she heard him on the phone.

"Yes, Heather," he said while glancing at Meg.

"I'm so nervous about telling you," she admitted.

"Honey, we love you and we trust you. This is wonderful news. Tell me all about him," he replied.

Heather talked hesitantly and nervously, telling her father about the man she was falling in love with and seeking his advice on how to proceed from here. She already knew the answers. Meg had schooled her on the ways of The Family concerning marriage and proposals of marriage. But, she wanted to hear Robert's reassuring voice and she wanted to hear him tell her that everything was going to be fine because the ways of The Family would be followed and they never failed.

"I love you, daddy," Heather said as the conversation ended.

"I love you to, honey," he replied. "We'll see you tomorrow evening."

The Evers lovingly held hands and talked at length about their daughter as they sped towards their Thursday afternoon appointment. Heather was one of the most eligible young women at Georgetown. She had turned down offers from many suitors and now that she had accepted one, they had many emotions to work through and many questions about the young man. 

"Jason must be an impressive young man," Meg said.

"I am certain he is, Meg. Heather's taste is impeccable," Robert replied.

"Will we go about this the same way my parents did when you and I fell in love?"

He turned to her, smiled and squeezed her hand. She leaned into him and they kissed briefly, but tenderly. She didn't need to hear his answer. She already knew they would.

Friday came quickly. Robert worked into the late afternoon while Meg met Jason Van Eckles for the first time and set him up in the guest cottage. It was a modest, one bedroom little house with a bath, living area and small kitchen. But, it was decorated well and was more than enough for visitors and it served its purpose of giving everyone a modicum of privacy at night.

He gave her a very good first impression. At thirty-one years of age he was only eight years younger than her, but the age difference seemed much larger. Perhaps it was due to situation. After all, he was courting her daughter. 

Meg was similar to all the wives of The Family; more stable and mature than other women and men their age. All of them married men many years older than themselves. Meg had experienced life as few women her age had. At thirty-nine, she had already travelled the world and raised a child into a proper young lady.

Meg and Heather left Jason to prepare for the evening. Dinner was scheduled for seven o'clock and Heather knew cocktails would be served prior to dinner. She had already briefed him to arrive at the main house promptly at six-thirty.

She was nervous about the evening and her stomach had butterflies as the butler opened the front door and introduced their young guest. She, Robert and Meg greeted Jason warmly.

Jason Van Eckles was tall, strong and handsome. His handshake was firm, but not overly so. He greeted Robert with dark blue eyes; as blue as Heather's and his thick blonde hair matched her mane. He spoke with Robert confidently and appropriately, showing the proper respect deserving of Robert's position as head of the family.

Meg wore a cream colored, silk cocktail dress. The bodice clung to the swells of her breasts and showed an ample, but appropriate amount of cleavage. It fit snug on her hips and the hemline lay modestly above the top of her knees. 

Jason was tempted to run his gaze down Meg's beautiful figure but resisted, and kept his eyes from wandering. Meg and Robert knew that out of curiosity he would want to check her out and were impressed that he was able to control his behavior.


The Family: Ceremony of Unveiling



Heather dressed more innocently than her mother. This was the way of The Family. Daughters dressed conservatively in public when in the presence of their mothers and fathers until they were married with children of their own. Her dress was feminine, playful and cute. It was a white cotton dress adorned with a checkerboard pattern composed of thin red lines. The neckline was high and the hemline was low. It gathered at the waist and her shoulders were covered. It was made of thin enough material to tempt Jason to catch the sun back-lighting her dress, making it see-through.

Both ladies wore high heels; Heather's were dark red peek-toe pumps and Meg's were strappy sandals that matched her dress. And, although they were hidden from view, both wore a delicate set of matching bra and panties.

The four enjoyed a cocktail and casual conversation before sitting down to a fine meal. Robert sat at one end of a cozy six-place dinner table. Meg sat at the other, and Jason and Heather sat together on one side, nervously keeping their distance until the conversation turned to the matter of their love for each other.

"Mr. Evers.......Robert," Jason said earnestly, and in a manner that indicated the statement had been rehearsed many times. "Heather and I love each other and I've come here to ask you for her hand in marriage."

As he spoke, Heather's hand went to his. Their fingers intertwined on top of the table, left hand with right. Heather remained silent, moving the very tip of her finger up and down Jason's ring finger and awaiting her father's reply. Meg smiled and gazed at her daughter's face, full of pride and excitement.

"Is this true, Heather? Do you love Jason?" he asked. 

"Yes, I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him," she replied.

"Jason... Meg and I respect our daughter's opinion. She's the most intelligent young lady I know and her taste is impeccable. You must be quite a catch for Heather to be so enamored of you," Robert said.

Jason was a proud man. Until he met Heather he had been used to being the one that was chased and courted. Girls swooned over him and because of it he never felt a respect for them. Then, Heather came along and changed his life. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything he has ever wanted.

Jason thought of how Robert had not said yes, but had not said no, and he chose his words carefully before he spoke. "Robert, I don't know about being quite a catch and all that. What I do know is that I've never met a woman like Heather before. She's the one for me. I've treated Heather with the utmost respect. If you say yes, I won't disappoint you."

Heather chimed in, "Father, I've remained chaste. And, Jason has been the perfect gentleman every time we have been together."

Meg spoke up, "Heather, we have never worried about you losing your purity or moral compass." She looked into Jason's eyes, "Robert and I were very much like you two when we fell in love. We know the feelings and lust-filled emotions that are consuming you both. We also know that Heather will not give in to those emotions until her wedding night."

"I know mom. I just want you to know that we want to do this the right way. We want dad's permission," Heather replied.

"And, you will have it," he said. "But, it must be done according to the ways of The Family."

Robert motioned toward Meg. "Meg, would you?"

Meg excused herself and retrieved a leather bound notebook from the study. She gave it to Robert and he extended his arm to Jason, giving it to him.

"Jason, the ways of our family are of utmost importance to us. If you want Heather's hand in marriage you must earn it. And the measurement of your worth will be made according to The Family's traditions and practices," Robert stated.

"Just give me a chance to show you I'm worthy," Jason replied.

Robert paused, took a healthy drink of wine and told him, "Inside the folder you will find a non-disclosure agreement. You're a lawyer. Take it back to the cottage with you and study it. I believe you will find it to be air tight."

"A secrecy agreement?" Jason asked with surprise.

"Yes," Robert replied. "Your signature will result in a series of three classes instructing you on the ways of the family. The first two will be taught by Meg. The third by me. Your successful completion of all three will result in my approval of you and Heather's engagement."

"And, if I do not bring it back to you signed?" Jason replied. Heather held his hand tight. She knew this agreement was necessary and she had known it would be proposed to Jason tonight. But, she didn't tell him about it. The Family wouldn't allow it. The traditions must be upheld and the tradition was for the father to explain the agreement to his daughter's suitor.

"If it is not signed, there will be no classes and without the classes there will be no engagement," Robert stated as Heather pulled herself closer to Jason. She reacted emotionally to hearing those words and she fought to hold back her tears.

"I love you, darling," she whispered to him and squeezed his hand. "It's the way it has to be. You have to prove yourself worthy of me."

Jason turned to her and gave her a gentle, loving hug before turning again toward Robert with a question. "About the classes. May I ask what they consist of?"

"Suffice it to say, they will prepare us both to make the final decision as to whether you become a member of The Family. Nothing more needs to be said until the agreement is signed," Robert replied.

Heather continued to cling to him as they finished their conversation with her mother and father. Meg offered some advice and counsel. After that, Jason was escorted to the foyer. 

Robert spoke up with a last word of advice. "Jason, my gut is telling me I'd be proud to have you as my son. Heather obviously loves you dearly. Give this a good night's rest and come to a decision. Will we see you for breakfast?"

"Yes sir. You will," he replied, shook Robert's hand, kissed Heather goodnight and made his way down the path to the guest house. He felt a sense of pride about the possibility of being a member of Heather's family and he smiled to himself at how traditional they were. They won't even let me stay in the same house with Heather, he mused to himself. He liked that. He liked their sense of modesty and concern for appearances.

He was also a bit mystified by their concern for secrecy. He didn't understand why a nondisclosure agreement was needed. But, he'd made up his mind to sign it before he reached the cottage.

"Will Jason sign it?" Heather asked nervously as soon as the front door closed. 

"Yes, he will. He loves you, Heather. That's easy to see," Robert answered.

"Oh, daddy," Heather exclaimed after hearing his answer. She exhaled a deep gush of air and felt a weight releasing from her now that her father's initial measure of Jason was complete. "You were wonderful. Thank you."

Heather knew this evening was going to be full of emotions and her trust in Robert to handle it was well founded. She was still emotional and it had been quite a long day for her.

Robert and Meg gave her a loving hug and as the three of them held each other and looked into each other's eyes Heather spoke. "Father, can I join you and mother in your bed tonight? I need to cuddle. It's been so long and the excitement of the evening has overwhelmed me. Please, say yes."

Robert pulled her into his chest and ran his fingers through her hair. Meg knew the answer would be yes. "Let's take a bottle of wine upstairs," Meg replied.

"I'll get it and meet you in your bedroom," Heather replied and scurried toward the wine rack.

"We'll wait here for you, honey," Robert replied.

On Heather's return they all walked holding hands up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Meg and Heather helped each other out of their dresses as Robert casually undressed and climbed under the covers to await his beautiful wife and daughter. 

The next morning, Jason showed up at the main house promptly at eight for a Saturday morning breakfast with the Evers. He handed the signed nondisclosure document to Robert.

"Very good choice, son," Robert told him and pulled him in for a manly hug. The tension was broken.

Heather was relieved beyond belief. She couldn't stop smiling, touching Jason, kissing and hugging him.

The Evers and Jason Van Eckles spent the remainder of the day together, enjoying the property and taking an afternoon cruise on the yacht. He and Robert spent some time together discussing his schedule and determining when he could take the three classes. 

Robert told him that each of the first two would require six hours each. Testing was required at the conclusion of each lesson. The testing would be proctored by Meg, and Heather was not allowed to be present during the classes.

"And, the third?" he asked.

"The third class will be much more informal. You, Heather, Meg and I will all be involved. It will be conducted over dinner and a quiet evening in our home. You will be tested, and you will be measured, but not in the way you might suspect."

It was decided that Jason's first class would be conducted the next morning and early afternoon before he and Heather returned to Georgetown. The second class would be on the following Sunday. Robert had some conflicts in his schedule so the third class would have to wait two additional weeks.

Jason popped out of bed the next morning, excited about getting started. He thought of how if all goes well, he and Heather would be announcing their engagement in less than a month. Jason loved Heather and if he needed to prove himself by taking a few required classes, then so be it.

The instruction started after breakfast, promptly at nine o'clock. Robert had a round of golf scheduled with two of his important friends and clients. One was a U.S. Senator from Texas and the other the president of a Wall Street brokerage house. 

Heather gladly went with him to fill out the foursome. It would give them some time together to go over the events of the weekend. She had played golf with her father and his clients many times before and Meg had taught her to always wear something feminine, but not overly revealing. So, she put on a pair of pink shorts and a form fitting white top with a matching pair of golf shoes. The shorts showed off her legs and behind very nicely each time she addressed her ball and because of it, she kept Robert's friends off their game and helped her father win.

The first class centered on family history. There was nothing complicated about it. But, it was important foundational work that would give him a proper base of knowledge from which to draw on as he proceeded through classes two and three.

By three that afternoon Jason and Meg had finished and Robert and Heather had returned from their round of golf. All said their goodbyes and Heather and Jason left for the long drive back to Georgetown.

"That wasn't too bad," he told Heather as they sped out of sight up the freeway. "Your family has an interesting history. Not many families can date their roots to the Revolutionary War. But, it's nothing you wouldn't want the whole world to know. I still don't understand all the secrecy."

Heather understood it. But, she wasn't about to tell him. It wasn't her place to tell him. It wasn't The Family way. "You'll know part of it by the end of the next lesson. That's all I can tell you, honey," she replied.

It was a busy week for everyone. Jason had to work through Saturday at the law firm where he was an aspiring junior partner. He had big plans for himself and Heather. He knew her family was rich and powerful and that it would be a benefit to his career plans. But, that wasn't why he wanted to marry her and he was anxious to prove it to her parents. 

It was decided that Heather was not going to accompany him on the trip.

Knowing how hard everyone had worked during the week, Robert told Jason to forego the five hour drive. He sent one of The Family's aircraft to pick him up. It wasn't a corporate jet. But, it was a medium sized twin-engine turboprop and it comfortably delivered him into the small private airstrip on the outskirts of New Salem. 

A sedan was made available to him and as he drove from the airport to the Evers home he decided to make a point of stressing to Meg that he wasn't marrying her daughter out of greed to get rich.

Meg found Jason to be dressed appropriately when the butler brought him into the study. He wore slacks and a nice shirt. She wore a dark blue, form-fitting skirt and a long-sleeve white, button-up-the-front shirt tucked tightly into the skirt, with the top three buttons undone. It was just transparent enough to show the outline of her white bra underneath and with the third button unhooked, it gave him the chance to see her bra each time the shirt fluffed out. Her ensemble was completed with white stockings and dark blue high-heel pumps that seemed an inch too tall for the occasion. 

Jason's first impression of her outfit was 'librarian or schoolmarm', and the truth was that Robert and Meg had intentionally chosen her clothes to provide the very impression he held. In any case, she was feeling much more comfortable with her future son and greeted him with a hug when the butler announced his arrival.

"Jason, it's so good to see you," she said as she pulled back from him while holding both hands in her own and surveyed him.

"And you, Mrs. Evers," he replied with a big smile. The truth was that he was feeling more comfortable as well. He liked Heather's mom and dad. They were a decidedly fun and interesting family to be around and he looked forward to being a part of it.

"Meg to you, Jason. It's almost noon. If we get started now, we'll be done by six," she stated.

Jason let her know that he was eager to begin. They started the first lesson in the study, where the maid brought them a cool drink and closed the door behind her. Privacy was important during these lessons, especially from the hired staff, and Meg was keenly aware of it at all times.

They sat side-by-side in hardwood chairs pulled up to a matching wooden table. Meg sat on Jason's right, pouring through her lesson plan with Jason writing notes as fast as he could to keep up. 

With her gaze still on her books, she casually lifted her left hand and touched his arm to get his attention. "Now, Jason. You can take notes during our lesson," she said without looking up. "But, you won't be able to take them with you." 

When he felt her flesh touch his, a tingle ran through his arm and he turned his head to her, giving him a view across her chest and under her schoolmarm shirt. Meg's right elbow was resting on the table clicking a pencil against the hardwood, and her shoulders were turned slightly toward him. She was leaning forward, still looking down, and this posture forced her shirt to open up and fall away from her bra, and her bra to open up and fall away from her breast.

It was as if a little bit of heaven opened up to him. Jason's eyes fixed on the velvety soft skin of the supple orb as it rested in the undersized cup of her white half-shell bra. The top half of her areole and puffy nipple was exposed. His cock stirred and he tried to look away, but he couldn't for long. He had to look back, again and again, even if only for short glances. But, they were short glances full of eroticism and he found himself struggling to focus on her instruction instead of the creamy white skin of her breast unintentionally exposed.

Several times he had to divert his gaze quickly, before Meg caught him looking and he felt embarrassment each time it happened. But, still he couldn't stop himself from admiring her breasts and he even managed to catch a few glimpses up her skirt when she pivoted in her chair or got up for various reasons. 

He didn't know it was all planned. How could he have imagined? 

All he knew was that he was catching glimpses down his future mother's blouse and he could have played this game for hours. But, there was much to learn that day and after a fashion, Jason managed to controll his impulses and Meg, now satisfied that he had finished admiring at her bosom, finished the instruction. 

The class centered around two very important pieces of information. First, The Family's inner structure. Who's who information and more importantly, who are the decision makers and which reigns of family power they hold.

Jason was starting to see why all the secrecy was necessary. And, in case it was somehow lost on him; Meg reminded him of the document he signed several times during the afternoon.

Jason was interested to find out that Robert was in the inner group of power players within The Family. The Family name for it was the Council of Elders. This group of men made binding decisions for The Family. And, they didn't just consider financial matters. 

"They also decide on personal family unit matters," Meg told him. 

"Such as?" he asked.

"You will find that out in the third class," she answered.

She continued explaining the makeup of the Council of Elders. She talked about each member and gave Jason a personal bio on each of them. "They don't get initiated onto the council by living to a ripe old age. Instead, they are invited onto the council because they have displayed wisdom, maturity and selflessness."

Jason thought of Robert as she was talking. "Wisdom, maturity and selflessness," he thought to himself and agreed that Robert seemed to possess all three.

The second half of the class centered on the financial structure of The Family, the various family businesses, and how Jason would fit into both.

This is where Jason made his point of not desiring to marry Heather out of greed.

Meg thanked him for making his point and let him know that she and Robert have a very good feeling about his intentions.

Jason felt much better after hearing her reassurances and he relaxed even more from that point on. "Such a wonderful and interesting family," he said to himself and felt a sense of pride for being involved with them. "I'm such a lucky man," he thought.

Meg explained that all daughters in The Family are encouraged to marry ambitious men. She clarified her statement. "Ambition is a very positive attribute in the eyes of The Family. However, it must be tempered by the needs of others. And, it must be channeled for the good of The Family. Let me explain further."

She spent the next two hours instructing Jason on this topic.

Every man in The Family, either a son by birth or a son by marriage, was expected to be successful in his chosen field. The Family would not attempt to control his future. However, it would nurture him into success. And, it would help him in any way it could. They would open doors for him and clear his path from overly burdensome obstacles if and when they arose.

"However, you must prove yourself," she told him earnestly. "You must prove yourself outside of the center of The Family's power. The center is here in New Salem. You are not allowed to live in New Salem until you do."

She explained that all members of The Family that live within the New Salem community have already proven themselves to be successful in their chosen field. She counseled that it's not all about money. Some are world renowned doctors and some are famous artists. Some are the heads of academia. "But, all are successful," she said.

She then revealed to him that once he was considered successful, he would not only be allowed to move her, but also share in the wealth of The Family. Each individual family in New Salem held a share. 

"The current share is beyond your wildest imagination," she said.

"How long does it take to prove to my success?" he asked.

"That is ultimately in your hands," she replied.




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"I assume the Council will make the decision?" he asked.

"Yes." she said. 

"I understand," he said.

"There is one more piece to this," she added. 

He tilted his head, indicating he was ready to hear her continue.

"In addition to achieving success in your chosen field, you and Heather must also champion an issue concerning social injustice. You must make a difference to the greater community of people. You must find an injustice in this world and work to reverse it."

He asked if it was up to him to chose the social injustice issue he would champion or would it be assigned by The Family.

"It cannot be determined for you, Jason. You must find that on your own. Talk to Heather. Find out which issue moves you emotionally. When you discover that, you will know what cause to grab onto," she told him.

On the plane ride home, Jason thought of everything he had learned that day and pondered his and Heather's future. He couldn't wait to meet up with her for lunch the next day.

They met at a coffee shop close to the university. When he saw her, he broke into a big smile. They hugged a hello and sat down to talk. 

"Your mother gave me so much information, Heather. I had no idea how complicated your family is," Jason admitted.

Heather blushed, dropped her chin and smiled. "We do have our moments. Do you still want me?" she teased.

"More than ever, baby. More than ever before," he replied, and although he wasn't proud of it, the thought of wealth beyond his imagination crossed his mind as he spoke. He leaned into the table and Heather mirrored his movement, closing the distance across the table between them so they could talk with privacy.

Jason cautiously checked out the room before he returned his gaze to her and spoke again. "I understand now. About the secrecy agreement, I mean. I understand why it is needed," he said. He then rattled off several of the secrets and family ways that were disclosed to him by her mother, as Heather listened patiently. 

"Of course, you already know all of this don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, everything that has been disclosed to you I already know. Mother and father have been instructing me on the ways of The Family since I was eighteen. Even though I got a late start, I've learned quickly."

Heather couldn't share everything with Jason that she wanted. There was a time and place for everything and this wasn't it. But, she did tell him more about her personal story than he had previously known and she went into a great deal of detail on how she and the Evers had found each other. It took quite a bit of time to retell the story, but he clung intently to her every word.

As she neared the end he broke in, saying, "So, even though you weren't adopted until last year, they taught you the ways?"

Heather looked down at the table. "Yes," she replied and then looked into his eyes and explained that she and the Evers had bonded when she was still a young girl. "They were like family to me," she told him. "And, they considered me their daughter even though I wasn't biologically or legally theirs. Jason, I'm so lucky they found me. They brought me out of a darkness. They rescued me. Robert and Meg always told me that I couldn't be more like them if I was made of their ribs. 

She continued, "So, yes....I know the ways of The Family. And, you have much more to learn in your next class."

"What will I learn, Heather. Tell me, what will I learn?" he replied in an insistent, excited tone.

The urge to tell him everything raced through her mind. "Blurt out all of the secrets to him and just get it over with," she told herself and came very close to giving in to her frantic thoughts; only to hold back at the last minute, bite her tongue and trust in her mother and father.

She reached across the table and squeezed his hand. "You will learn whether or not you want to spend the rest of your life with me," she replied. 

He threw his hands into the air and leaned back into his chair. Jason couldn't imagine what she meant. He already knew the answer to that question. Nothing could be taught to him in the next class by Robert that could possibly cause him to question his love and commitment to her.

The following two weeks leading up to their Saturday tip to New Salem went by excruciatingly slow for Jason and Heather. Both stayed busy trying not to think about it. He, working hard in the law firm. And her, attending classes and required events. But, nothing could take the thought of Saturday evening's upcoming lesson from their minds.

Again, Robert sent the twin engine turboprop to pick them up Saturday afternoon and deliver them to New Salem. They arrived at the house as the sun was dropping below the horizon and were met by Robert and Meg.

"Hello sir," Jason said and extended his hand to Robert.

"Good to have you again, son," he replied. 

Hearing Robert refer to him as "son" eased the tension and made him feel wanted. He gave Meg a hug and a kiss on her cheek. 

She smiled at him and as he kissed her she squeezed his arm and whispered, "We've missed you. We're glad you're here." Meg was wearing one of her conservative business suits. It was charcoal grey with lighter pin stripes. The skirt was pleated, modestly short and had a matching jacket. The only really unusual thing was that she wore a silky and totally see-thru blouse, which was on top of a thin white camisole and hidden under the jacket. 

Heather was in a fun, cute light green summer dress with white polka dots. The dress's hem was below her knees and buttoned up the front, completely covering her chest but left her shoulders exposed. She wore a pair of wedge high heel sandals with the outfit and like her mother, she wasn't wearing panties.

The butler picked up Jason's luggage for delivery to the guest cottage as Robert poured drinks for all four. Robert addressed him before he shut the door. "Mr. Johnson, give the staff the evening off. We'll prepare our own dinner. I'll expect all of you to be gone from the grounds within the hour."

"Thank you, sir. I'll see to it," he replied and left with Jason's bags.

The two couples gathered in the kitchen, talking about their busy week as they shared a couple of drinks and prepared dinner. It was fun for them and they enjoyed each other's company as they went about their tasks; Robert cooking the steaks on the indoor grill, Jason helping Heather with the salad and bread, and Meg preparing the vegetables and drink.

As they sat down for their meal Robert began the last of the three lessons. "Jason, before we begin we need to once again lay out some ground rules."

Jason gave Heather a furtive glance before looking back to Robert. "Certainly," he replied.

"If you speak of anything you learned during your classes with Meg to anyone outside The Family, the Council of Elders will meet to determine the consequences. Most likely, the Council would decide to ruin you."

"I don't understand," Jason replied and took turns looking at all three of the Evers.

"The consequences of any betrayal of trust on your part would be your ruin. By that, I mean you would live the remainder of your life without a career, without any wealth, without a steady job and without a family. Your good reputation would be taken from you. It would never be regained. Your mother and father would suffer financially. All because of your betrayal of our trust."

Jason stopped chewing his food. The look on his face turned serious and he turned to look at Heather. She nodded her head slightly and pressed her lips together, indicating her knowledge of the rule as described by Robert.

"Once again, do you understand, Jason?" Robert asked.

"Yes.....Yes, I understand."

Robert spent the remainder of their meal summarizing what had been taught to Jason during his first two classes. Based on Jason's replies, Robert was satisfied that he had paid close attention during Meg's instruction and had a good grasp of The Family history, its structure and The Family way of conducting business and rewarding success.

As they finished their meal and prepared for the remainder of the evening's conversation Robert suggested the ladies change into a more sophisticated attire and join he and Jason for drinks. "We'll clean up here and meet you in the library," he said.

"Of course darling," Meg replied and escorted their beautiful daughter upstairs.

Meg had placed both hers and Heather's dresses in the master bedroom. She had bought them the previous evening, just for tonight's ceremony. They tenderly helped each other undress until each was naked and then each, in turn, applied scented oils and lotions to the other's body. 

"Oh, Mom. I'm so nervous my tummy has butterflies," Heather admitted as she stood in front of the mirror, watching Meg caress her legs with scented oil.

"Now, now, darling. We've talked about this night so many times," Meg replied as she swept her hands up Heather's inner thighs and back down again. Meg slid her slippery hands into the crevice of her daughter's behind and then down into her crotch, carressing her private area between her outer labia and the tenders at the top of her legs.

Her mother's massaging always felt calming to her. But, tonight she was too nervous for even her mother's touch to completely alleviate her anxieties. "Yes, I know. But, now it's for real. I've found the man I want to share my life with and we're about to do the Ceremony of the Unveiling. Will he accept our family's customs and ways? Tell me he will, mother."

Meg stood up, turned Heather around and applied the oils to her chest. Heather raised her arms, lifting her firm breasts up with them and let out a sigh as her mother's hands caressed them. Meg could sense the anxiety running out of her daughter's body and spent extra time kneading her youthful orbs.

"You have to trust us, Heather," she told her. "Jason has to prove himself to you. Not only tonight, but every day until you are married and beyond. He'll always be proving himself to you. The Family's ways have never failed us, darling," Meg told her.

"It's just that my heart is so tender for him, mother. I couldn't stand for it to be broken," she said.

Meg helped her into a pair of white, completely sheer, full-back panties and as Heather wiggled them onto her behind Meg tried to console her. "I remember my unveiling," she said with a comforting voice. "It's like it was only yesterday. Robert and I were so much in love and I was nervous....just like you are now. My mother had selected a dress and lingerie for me. My father was with Robert downstairs and as she helped me dress I couldn't keep my mind from worrying how Robert would react to my unveiling."

Heather took a great deal of comfort from Meg's admission. She realized that this same scene had been played out many times. "Trust The Family ways," she whispered as if trying to build up the courage to make it through the ceremony.

"That's right, sweety. And, trust your father," Meg replied. 

"I know mother. And, I do trust you and father completely. To be honest, I wouldn't want Jason if he couldn't embrace our ways." Heather paused for a moment then admitted, "But, I'm still nervous!" She giggled after her admission and Meg giggled with her. 

As Heather slipped the white silk dress over her shoulders she asked if Robert would show Jason how to discipline her.

"Yes, he certainly will," Meg replied. "Jason will learn a great many wonderful things tonight."

Now it was Heather's turn to help prepare Meg. After she applied lotions to her mother's body, she rolled Meg's black stockings slowly and gently up her legs, taking special care to make adjustments as she went along. Heather enjoyed the feel of the expensive silk stockings between her hands and her mother's soft skin. After finishing, she laid her face against Meg's inner thigh and pushed gently up her leg. Heather stopped just inches from her pussy and she could smell her mother's sex and she sighed. "Mmmm, you smell so good mother. Will you let me pleasure you?"

"Not tonight, Heather. We don't have time," Meg said, and brushed Heather's hair back from her face.

"It's just that I'm so sexually nervous...And, you're so pretty," she replied with her head looking up from between Meg's legs and her eyes making contact. 

"Thank you, honey. We'll drive the boys crazy tonight won't we." she said giggling. "Now, let's get into those sexy high heels."

Both were finally ready to present themselves to the men and just as they were reaching the stairs Meg stopped. "Let's make sure your nipples are poking through your dress," Meg said. She extended her arms, grabbed each of Heather's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and gently tweaked them until they lengthened and stiffened.

"Oh, Mom. As if I'm not already aroused enough," Heather teased and flittered impatiently, stepping from one foot to the next until Meg finished.

Robert took the opportunity of being alone with Jason in the library to once again discuss the issue of trust. 

"Jason, I've spoken to you of the consequences of speaking about family ways with non-family members. Now, I want to make sure you are aware of the consequences of disclosing what you are to learn tonight,"

Jason Van Eckels sipped from his glass of scotch and listened intently.

"Quite simply, Jason. The consequences would be your demise. You see, The Family reacts vigorously to any hint of scandal. We deal with it swiftly and aggressively."

Jason decided to forgo the next sip and gulp the remainder of his drink. He paused a moment as the liquid burned its way down his throat.

"May I have another, sir?" he said with a raspy voice. 

"Please do," Robert replied.

As he filled his glass with expensive single malt he asked Robert if any such measures have ever been needed in the past.

"Jason, The Family ways have been practiced for over two hundred years. They are the reason for our success. They are the glue that holds us together. Our need for secrecy concerning them is of utmost importance and we will spare no effort, nor treasure, to protect them."

He continued, "We have had to terminate the source of scandal many times. We do not enjoy it. We do not issue the edict lightly. But, we also will not shirk our responsibility to protect The Family. All such edicts have been accomplished successfully. Since I have been on the Council we have issued a decision to terminate only twice. One man, like you not yet a family member is buried in a cold, wet marsh far away from New Salem."

"And the other?" Jason asked.

"The other was a member in good standing until he betrayed our trust. He is buried in The Family plot."

Oddly, the conversation only served to fuel Jason's desire to become a member. "Sir, I want to learn and I want to be wanted as a family member. I won't betray your trust, or Heather's."

The ladies were descending the stairs as Jason was speaking and Meg left one of Robert's robes draped over the edge of the banister as they reached the bottom step. Just as he finished, Meg and Heather walked into the room and received well deserved compliments on their ensembles. 

Jason had never seen Heather dressed so alluringly. Back at Georgetown, she always dressed conservatively with her body covered up. The way she presented herself now was very different and exciting to him and his manhood reacted instantly. As his cock stirred, his eyes gazed up and down. 

He couldn't help himself from admiring her body decorated by the white silk dress. The dress had halters covering her breasts and small spaghetti straps holding them up. Her shoulders were bare, as was most of her chest. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. The skimpy silk material was too thin for one and the way the halter molded to her young, supple globes and allowed her nipples to protrude would not have been possible with a bra. 

Heather's figure is perfect; not an ounce of fat was on her body. The dress clung tightly to every curve of her tummy, waist and hips. Jason could see the slender muscles of her abdominals and could even see the protrusion of her pelvic mound above her sex and he could make out the small thin lines of a delicate pair of panties. 

She stood in delicate strappy silver sandals with stiletto heels. Her feet and toes were beautifully pedicured and her legs were so velvety soft and shiny that she didn't need to wear stockings. She oozed healthy sexuality.

He had never seen her look as lovely as this, standing in her high heels, delicate panties and a very skimpy, body hugging silk dress.

He had always imagined seeing Heather this way, but never dreamed it would be tonight.

'Heather," He said. "'You look magnificent, just incredible. The white dress really suits you, and you look so beautiful."

"Thank you," blushed Heather. "Do you really like it?" Her tanned skin showed on her bare arms, shoulders and face, and she had applied her make-up with care, as always. Her dark blue eyes always sparkled, but with eye-liner and a little mascara and pink lipstick her innocent but sexy look was complete.

"I love it, darling," he answered.

When Jason's eyes went toward Meg he felt a sense of guilt for desiring her too. Against his will, his cock was hardening and he felt uncomfortable because of it and hoped he could get his mind off of his future Mother-in-Law. 

He battled against undressing Meg with his eyes but he couldn't seem to stop. Meg stood beside her daughter looking more womanly and sexual. Her hips were shapelier, her breasts larger, and her face more sexually mature.

If it was possible, she was dressed even more risqué than her daughter. She wore strappy black high heels and black stockings covered her long, firm legs. Meg decorated her figure in a black wrap dress with a plunging neckline and a hemline that opened to reveal her inner thighs and the tops of her stockings with each step she took.

For the first time, Jason thought of how much he wanted to fuck Meg.

As Robert began, they all sat around an richly decorated coffee table. Meg sat on the sofa beside Robert. Across the coffee table from them, Heather and Jason sat in high-back cushioned arm chairs positioned next to each other, with a very small table only large enough to hold their drinks between them. The room was lit by several floor lamps placed next to chairs and end-tables and because of them the room was cast in shadows and uneven light. Two of the walls were floor to ceiling bookshelves. A bar took up most of one wall near the entrance to the room.

"Jason, tonight's lesson really isn't a lesson at all. It's a ceremony. The Ceremony of the Unveiling," Robert informed him.

Again, Jason looked to Heather for her reaction, which came as a nervous smile and fidgeting in her chair.

Robert continued, "Tonight, The Family's ways will be revealed. Heather, your future wife, will be unveiled in ways you've never thought possible."

Jason's mind was filled with wild curiosity of what was to come. Suddenly, for the first time in a very long time, he was unsure how to react. The one thing of which he was certain of was that he wanted to learn more. He wanted to hear and see everything. And....he wanted to marry Heather.

Robert continued, "The Family depends on clear roles for the husband and wife. As the head of each individual family, the husband provides his wife and kids much needed leadership and guidance. He accomplishes this through his emotional commitment and discipline. Whenever he is needed, he responds... Always.

Meg joined in the conversation. "Jason, the wife provides a nurturing and supportive environment. She is the teacher of her children, the partner of her husband and the face of her family."

Jason and Heather held hands, their thumbs intertwining as Meg and Robert talked.

Meg spoke. "The Family produces in all their girls the perfect feminine."




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"And our young men are the perfect masculine," Robert said.

Meg then spoke of the husband's role. "Our husbands lead us, emotionally and otherwise. They stay emotionally connected with their wife and children throughout their lives." She put extra emphasis on her next statement. "Jason, we've never had a divorce in The Family."

Robert spoke next. "Our wives relish their role and are submissive to their husbands because they have all of their emotional and intellectual needs met within The Family."

"If they are disobedient? If they're not submissive; what then?" Jason asked.

"Tell him, Heather," Robert said.

"We are disciplined," she answered shyly, unsure of how Jason would react to her reply.

Jason leaned back into his chair, took a healthy sip of his scotch, and remained calm as he asked Robert to explain what Heather meant.

"You control a fine thoroughbred with a loving, firm hand. Occasionally it needs the whip," he answered. "Our wives and daughters are not served well by a weak husband. If they're to reach their true potential they will need a strong husband that is unafraid to provide firm physical discipline when needed." 

"And, how am I to do that?" Jason asked.

"It's time you learned," Robert asserted. He motioned for Heather to come to him. She let go of Jason's hand, looked to him for a moment, then left his side and went to her father.

Heather kneeled on the cushion of the sofa next to Robert, facing away from Jason. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the top of the back cushion. She stuck her behind out and wiggled her feet. Jason was now directly opposite her and looking at her behind at the soles of her high heels as they dangled off the front cushion. 

Heather turned herself slightly and looked over her shoulder, down her long slender back and marvelously sculpted behind. She looked toward Jason and then to Robert. Nervously, she asked him, "Am I going to be spanked?"

Robert spoke to her first and then to Jason. "Yes, dear. I'm going to spank you as if you had misbehaved." He then looked to Jason. "And you will learn the proper way to spank a young woman."

Jason couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. His penis was already stirring to life in anticipation of what was to come. "Yes, sir," he said.

Meg stood and positioned herself beside Heather. She reached for the hem of her daughter's dress and pulled it above her hips; letting it bunch at her waist and as it rose above her hips, Jason's eyes widened.

Heather's white, sheer, full back panties were now visible and with the panties fitting tightly across her behind the dark shadow defining the crack of her ass was clearly in view. The panties were too delicate for a reinforced gusset, meaning the outline of her pussy lips could be seen below her ass crack.

Jason was nonplussed and taken aback. He wasn't sure how to react. Was he to come to her rescue or simply enjoy watching his young love being spanked? His hard penis was giving him the answer.

As her dress was being lifted Robert continued his instruction. "It usually doesn't take very much, Jason. The daughters are disciplined with spankings from their fathers so that by the time they marry, they are seldom combative. Truth be told, most of our daughters enjoy a firm spanking from their father or husband. The wives that marry into The Family are more of a problem. But, we have ways to establish their submissiveness and once they accept it, they are very happy with it."

"And, we enjoy the emotional and sexual attachment we keep with our fathers," Meg said as she straightened the folds in Heather's dress around her waist, seemingly undisturbed that her daughter's ass and pussy were on display.

"A woman's behind is very tender. Much more so than a man's. You should start gently and work your way up in intensity," Robert said. He turned his torso toward Heather and lifted his left arm from his lap.

"Thwaack!" his hand make a loud sound as it struck Heather's behind.

"Eeeck!" Heather shrieked as the sting registered. She was embarrassed that Jason was witnessing her spanking. She didn't dare turn around and tell Robert to stop. That action would only result in a more severe spanking. Besides, the embarrassment was having the strange effect of making the stinging feel even better than it had ever felt before.

But, the spank still hurt and Jason could see her legs and buttocks tighten as Robert's hand slapped across her ass.

"Spread you legs further apart, honey," Meg told her. 

"Yes, ma'am," Heather responded and moved her knees further apart until there was almost two feet of space between them. Widening her stance resulted in her shoulders lowering. Her head was now even with the top of the back cushion.

She laid her face against the back of the sofa and waited for the next spank. With her legs spread apart, her pussy lips were pushing against the thin fabric and the inevitable wet spot was developing where the sheer silk fabric met her velvety soft skin. The spank she anticipated wasn't long in coming.

This time, her buttocks tightened in anticipation of the blow. "Thwaack!" The sound was a little bit louder and the sting a little bit more intense than the first one. Robert's hand was big; almost as large as her ass and Jason wondered if the blow stung as as much as it looked like it must.

Heather started to cry out, but didn't. Instead, she pushed her face into the soft cushion and muted her response as best she could and she wondered if Jason was noticing that her pussy was wet.

"She's not allowed to rub her own bottom," Meg said as she moved her hand across Heather's behind, caressing the red marks which were clearly visible underneath her sheer panty. 

Robert explained again that the young ladies that marry into The Family have the most difficult adjustment to make. "Many of them have never been spanked before. Not even in their youth."

"Earlier, you said there were ways of helping them accept it?" Jason asked. 

Robert asked Meg to bring all of them another drink. As she poured them from the bar she called across the room. "One for Heather also, dear?" she asked.

Heather pulled her head from the cushion. "Please, daddy?" she asked. "I know I'm getting a spanking but can I have another drink?" Heather asked, still holding her legs apart and ready to receive another spank.

"Yes, Heather also," he answered Meg and caressed Heather's tender behind as he waited on his libation.

"Thank you, daddy," she said.

"Jason, to answer your question; Yes, the young ladies marrying into The Family do come to enjoy being spanked. Let me explain why," Robert said and before he explained further he gave Heather another hard spank to her behind.

She wasn't expecting it and she recoiled from the shock, once again burying her face into the pillow and moaning. While she was moaning, the next blow came. 

Jason could clearly see that her entire behind was red. With her panties being so sheer and pulled tight across her buttocks he could also see that her pussy lips were swollen and wet.

Robert continued, "The spanking stings, Jason. By watching Heather you can see that it does. It stings for every young woman in The Family. But, as our daughters grow older the spanking also sexually excites them. This is especially so for the young wives that were not spanked before they married into our family."

He explained further. "The key to gaining their acceptance is to combine pleasure with the pain. I'll show you what I mean."

Robert slid his hand down the soft silk covering Heather's ass and onto her upper thigh. The flesh on flesh contact cause Heather to sigh as he stroked down her leg and then up it again.

When his hand reached the top of her thigh the muscles in her buttocks released. Robert grasped a handful of her flesh between his thumb and first two fingers, then let go of it and moved the fingers onto her pussy lips, rubbing them through her panties.

She was embarrassed to have her future husband watching her father caress her ass and pussy with such passion and sensuality. But, she couldn't deny the sensation. Heather moaned with pleasure and buried her face into the pillow. 

Jason heard her muffled voice. "Mmmmm, father," she moaned.

Robert continued probing his daughter's pussy through the thin fabric. "Jason, you have to give Heather pleasure along with the pain. She needs to know that even though you are disciplining her, you still love her and care about her feelings."

His hand slid under her panty and onto her sex as he spoke.

"I see, sir," Jason said with a gulp of his scotch. "Heather seems to be enjoying it."

Meg arrived with the drinks on a tray and handed Jason his as she chimed in. "Us girls want the discipline our fathers and husbands give us. It makes the pleasure we receive from them all that much better."

Robert pulled his hand away from Heather's pussy and spanked her ass hard. It was followed quickly by a swat to her pussy lips, already swollen and red. 

"Owwwh, daddy. That hurts," she retorted.

Robert returned to caressing her pussy. "Does that feel better, young lady?" he asked, knowing the answer before he asked it.

The pleasure was too great for her to try to control her reply. "Mmmmm, yessss," she moaned.

Meg sat drinks down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "Shall we pull off Heather's panties, Robert?"

He nodded his answer and reached for his drink as Meg slid her fingers under the sides of her daughter's underwear. She pulled them off her hips as Heather wiggled her ass and pulled her knees together so the panties could slide down her legs.

Jason was beside himself as he saw Heather's ass and pussy completely uncovered for the first time. Her normally soft white skin was red from her spanking and her labia were swollen and red. 

Heather stood on wobbly legs, still facing the back of the sofa and showing Jason a long double S-shaped profile as Meg pulled the panties down to her ankles. Still in her high heels, she stepped out of them and resumed her position on the sofa; knees on the cushion and hands on the back of the sofa.

Jason was able to see her pussy very clearly now and the thought of him looking at her sopping wet excited Heather. Her hands trembled for a moment as she reached for the drink Meg was handing her and wondered what Jason thought of her privates. 

Her pussy lips were covered with wispy blonde pubic hair. It was very thin and very long and it was drenched in her juices. Jason hoped she would turn around so he could see her bush, which he suspected was composed of only a thin crop of hair.

Meg handed her a Martini, which Heather took two healthy sips from before handing it back to her mother. "Thank you, Mother," she said, enjoying the smooth liquid and hoping it would calm her down.

"You're very welcome, sweety," Meg replied and sat her daughter's drink on the table.

Jason could hardly believe the scene unfolding in front of him. He was torn between emotions. Never in his wildest dreams would he have guessed he'd be watching the woman he loved so dearly receiving a spanking from her father. To top it off, he was watching her pussy being caressed by him. And, all of it was being supported by her mother; as if it were as normal as the night following the day.

He didn't know if he should be revolted by it, or be aroused. His upbringing was telling him to stop this immediately. Stand up, pulled Heather away from her father and never allow him to touch her again. He leaned forward in his chair and almost stood to grab for Heather.

But, his cock, as well as his aroused sexual feelings were telling him to relax and go with it. Let this play out, he thought. "These are their family ways and who am I to judge them?" he thought. 

"They trust me. I need to trust them," he said to himself. Besides, his cock was rock hard and Heather seemed to be enjoying her spanking. "Pleasure and pain," he whispered as he drank his single malt.

Meg heard him and replied, "Yes, pleasure and pain. Both are equal sensations for the women of our family."

Robert delivered two firm spanks to his daughter's ass. "Thwaack.....Thwaack!" the sound echoed through the room and Heather squealed as the stinging sensation ran across her buttocks and seemed to go right through to her abdomen, up her tummy and across her breasts and nipples. Without even thinking, she pulled on them with her free hand and pinched her nipples through her dress as she once again moaned into the cushion.

Robert delivered a definitively harder spank on the next stroke. It came from below her ass cheeks and as Robert's hand swung upward, it contacted Heather's upper thighs and her swollen lips. When it made contact, the force of the blow lifted her knees off the cushion and pushed her face further into the back cushion of the sofa. 

Heather whimpered and tears welled up in her eyes. Jason could tell that this spank really hurt Heather and his first impulse was to run to protect her. Once again, he moved to the edge of his chair, leaned forward onto his feet with his weight off his hips, ready to take action....Only to ease back into his chair, knowing this was The Family way.

Heather was whimpering as the next forceful spank came. She moaned from the sting it caused. It's hard to explain, but the stinging also felt good because it came from her father and she thought of how good it would feel when it came from Jason. She thought of Jason spanking her and her pussy was dripping wet from thinking about it.

Robert continued his instruction. "There is something very important you must understand, Jason."

"Yes, sir?"

"The Family does not tolerate any abuse of your wife. A husband that is suspected of abusing his wife will be called before the Council of Elders. Evidence will be examined. Witnesses will be questioned. Consequences will be severe if the husband is found guilty."

"I understand, sir. You have nothing to worry about," Jason responded.

Robert moved his fingers onto Heather's sex lips and pushed them into her wet and waiting hole as he spoke. Heather purred like a kitten. Jason didn't know why, but his cock throbbed and jerked as he watched his future father's fingers probe her.

Heather moaned with pleasure and her chest heaved as her father continued explaining The Family's ways to Jason. She was now confident the spanking was over and all that remained was the pleasure. 

His finger continued probing Heather's pussy. "The Family's sons are also disciplined with corporal punishment until they reach puberty," Robert told him as he gently fingered his daughter. "Then, other more effective methods are used such as physically demanding work assignments. Once they become men they are used to our ways and are ready for life outside of The Family."

"Oh father," Heather moaned when he pushed another finger to her dripping wet pussy. Her body began to tremble and shake and she knew she was losing control. Her hips pushed back against his hand as Robert began to move his fingers in and out rhythmically, causing a squishing sound that reverberated gently throughout the library. "Ohh! Ohhhh!!" she shuddered as her vagina throbbed around her father's probing fingers. The throbbing morphed into jolts of excitement and she closed her eyes tight and moaned as a climax overtook her senses. She felt like all the stinging pain from her spanking was rushing out of her body. Heather moaned as her body convulsed in pleasure.

Jason watched in amazement as she trembled in pleasure. He could even see her cunt lips squeezing Robert's fingers tight as forbidden pleasure consumed her. "I understand, sir," Jason replied. And the truth was that he really was understanding. 

Heather still had the sniffles from repressing her tears and pulled her face from the cushion and turned it sideways so she could breathe better. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle caressing of her dripping wet pussy as she listened to the conversation.

"And, you understand what I am showing you tonight and why?" Robert asked pointedly, and after asking, he pulled his fingers from between Heather's legs, leaving her sexually frustrated and whimpering softly.

"Yes....yes, I do. You shocked me at first...I admit it. It's so different and difficult to digest. But, as I watch you discipline Heather I am gaining an understanding of The Family's ways," he replied.

Robert continued to probe Jason. "And, do you understand that you will be expected to discipline your daughters in the same way as I am disciplining Heather? Heather will expect this from you and so will I."

"I do....and....I will," he stated.

Meg put her arm around Heather and hugged her. Both ladies smiled as they looked at each other. Heather and Meg both felt such a sense of pride and relief at the same time. Both knew Jason had taken a big step toward proving his worth tonight and Heather let a gush of air escape her lips, acknowledging the importance of the moment.

They also knew there was much more to come before her Ceremony of the Unveiling was complete.

Heather's spanking was over. It had left her behind and sex lips sore and tender to the touch. She was glad the pain was over, but disappointed that Robert's fingers were no longer caressing her pussy. She couldn't sit her bare behind on the sofa. It was too tender for that; choosing instead to fold her legs under her and sit on her calves. 

In what was unexpected to Jason, Meg lifted Heather's dress over her shoulders, leaving her naked in her high heels and exposing her breasts to Jason for the first time. They were supple and full and held their youthful shape high on her chest. Her nipples were pink and luscious and at the moment they were puffy instead of constricted.

Heather was blind to Jason's expression as the thin fabric of her dress rippled across her face, Heather wondered if he approved of her breasts. She hoped so, and as the hem of her dress finally rose above her eyes she glanced nervously toward him and smiled when she discovered his gaze was locked on her chest. 

Jason wanted nothing more than to suckle her now. He couldn't take his eyes off of Heather and he hoped she would come back to her armchair beside him and hold his hand and kiss him and sit naked next to him. But, she didn't leave her father and mother's side.

She sat between them with her legs folded underneath her, revealing to Jason her bush and her beautiful tits, but keeping her pussy hidden..

As the four sipped from their drinks, Robert decided it was time to reveal more of The Family's ways. "Jason, in order to strengthen the emotional attachment with her father, each daughter is allowed into her father and mother's bed when she turns eighteen. It gives her the security she craves as a woman."

"So.......So, you and Robert?" Jason asked Heather.

"Oh, yes. Yes, it is so wonderful," she answered. Jason's mouth hung open.

"Heather is welcome in our bed as long as she seeks Robert's approval first," Meg added. "It has been that way since she was eighteen."

"She will be welcome in our bed until her first born child is ten, Jason. That is The Family way," Robert explained that all daughters of The Family are allowed to share their father's bed from the time of their eighteenth birthday until the day they announce their engagement to be married. 

"After that, they remain chaste until their honeymoon is completed. From that time forward their husbands must allow them to return to their father's bed when they ask. If they refuse their wife's request, the council will be convened to address his failure."

"When my child turns ten it stops? Why then?" Jason asked.

Heather was feeling emboldened by her parent's explanations and fielded his question. "When our children are reaching puberty I need to begin teaching them The Family's ways. By that time I'll have had many years of enjoying my father and mother's bed. Then, it's time to devote my energy completely to my husband and children."




The Family: Ceremony of Unveiling



Meg tried to explain, "Jason, please try to understand that our families are strong and healthy because of our roles. As wives, we are expected to please our men. In doing so, we get so much pleasure in return. Unlike other wives, we have two lovers; Our husband and our father. In that way, we experience twice the pleasure."

Heather slid her hand onto Robert's lap and began slowly moving it up and down the front of his slacks. He felt his penis begin lengthening down his thigh, stretching its way toward her hand. "It's time for Jason to see more," he told himself. 

Heather looked down at Robert's lengthening cock and then back toward Jason. It was now just inches from where her hand lay; her fingers still dancing on his inner thigh. Right away, her heart started pumping faster. She glanced at Robert and he nodded his approval. 

Almost imperceptibly she moved her hand slightly higher until her finger grazed the protrusion in his pants. Years ago, Meg had taught her how to properly tease a man like this and she had done it many times for Robert. He enjoyed the slow tease. But, now she was teasing her father in front of her future husband. Her hand began to shake and for a fleeting moment she questioned her action, knowing what it was leading to.

"But, this is the Ceremony of the Unveiling. Jason must learn our ways tonight," she told herself.

Robert felt the slightest touch of her finger. His penis grew stiffer and pulsed, seemingly jumping toward it.

Heather's mouth was suddenly very dry. Her heart was now pounding in her chest as she lifted the little finger and gently rubbed it across the covered head of Robert's penis, knowing Jason was looking on.

"Jason, our daughters and wives are expected to obey us. And, through this obedience they learn to become more feminine. Not only is she allowed into my bed. I am also expected to take her whenever it pleases me."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"It means I will make love to Heather whenever I please and in whatever way I please. She will follow my instructions without question. Meg will as well. You will be expected to lead your wife and daughters in the same way."

He continued, "Let me give you an example," he said as Heather continued to tease his cock, and looked toward Meg. "Meg, show Jason your femininity. Show yourself off for me."

"Certainly, dear," she replied without questioning. Meg had teased other men at Robert's direction so it was not new to her. But, this young man was to become her son. She wanted this tease to be especially pleasing to him, and to her husband. 

There wouldn't be any touching. Robert explained that to Jason as Meg turned the armchair so it would face the young man. 

Meg sat delicately on the arm of the chair with one hip on the edge. It was the very chair Heather had sat in earlier and it was so large and cushioned that it seemed to dwarf Meg. She posed with her weight on her right leg, bent at the knee with her foot on the floor pointing towards him. 

She opened up her legs, placing the other on the chair's cushion beside her, forcing her legs to remain spread wide and lifting her knee slightly above parallel with the arm she sat on. Michelle's foot, in a black strappy sandal, was in the center of the cushion pointing perpendicular to her body to reveal one of the most sensual of a woman's features; the arch of her foot. 

A lamp sat behind her next to one of the bookcases, casting a soft light that backlit her, as well as cascading around the edges of her body.

The sandal, as well as the top of the foot it held and her perfectly pedicured toes, was bathed in light while the sensual inner portion of her arch and ankle were dark. The light also highlighted her shin and the front of her knee. Her calf, pulled tight because of the stiletto sandal, was silhouetted by the lamp's light as it swept around her leg. 

Meg pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing the tops of her stockings and panties to Jason. He reacted in stunned silence.

"Do you like what you see, Jason?" Robert asked. Jason, staring at Meg, could only muster a nod in reply.

Meg's inner thighs were in shadow, as was most of her body on the side away from the lamp, including the intimate area between her legs. But the light found the beauty of her face and bathed her sharp features in soft illumination. 

Intriguingly, light also swept under her leg giving Jason a view of the delicate skin on the bottom of her thigh. He could see the garter on bottom stretched tight around the outer curvature of her hip, while the one on top fluffed loosely on her leg. 

"I think our young Jason is enjoying this," she said to Robert while winking at Jason.

She is exquisite, he thought. Heather and Robert thought so too. Heather was especially proud of her mother and moved her free hand onto her pussy as she watched and stroked her father's cock on the outside of his slacks. 

Meg's heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she looked up at him. Thank you Robert, she thought. After all, this was the Ceremony of the Unveiling and she wanted her part to be perfect. 

Meg could see Heather touching herself and Meg's flesh tingled when her own hands touched her leg only a few inches from her pussy. 

She pretended to not notice when Jason craned his neck and looked between her legs and she wondered if he could see her wet panties. He did, but his manners forced him to keep his gaze moving about her, rather than stare at the crotch of his future mother. 

Meg noticed his forced action. "You're a true gentleman. Thank you," she said, then teased him, "So...do you like them?"

Jason didn't really know how to respond. He didn't anticipate the question and tried his best to evade it.

"My panties and stockings. Do you like them?" she asked again.

She teased Jason further, before he could answer her question. "Do I look okay with my dress bunched around my waist," she asked. 

"You...." Jason hesitated. He was much more nervous than she was. "You look incredibly sexy."

"How nice of you to say," Meg replied. "Here, let me show you more." 

Meg gently pulled the dress's halter off her shoulders, letting her breasts pop from beneath the silk fabric. The excitement had aroused her sensitive pink nipples. They were constricted and hard, like pencil erasers. 

The side of Meg next to the lamp was again bathed in light while the other side was in shadow. The soft white underside of her breast was lit from below, causing a dark shadow above her erect nipples and across her cleavage. 

He enjoyed the sight of her large tits bathed in shadows and light. But, he wanted to see her sex and he smiled when Robert hinted that she might look even sexier with her panties off.

"We'll have to fix that," Meg answered. She pulled her panty off her ass and let it fall around her ankles before she returned to her pose and leaned up on one thigh, causing the other to raise up. With her pussy above the level of the chair's arm, the light swept between her legs and silhouetted her sex lips and the wispy strands of blonde hair. 

The crack of Meg's ass was dark, as was the cleft created by her thighs coming together below her pussy. Only her sex was bathed in light penetrating into the opening between her thighs. 

"That's it! Beautiful!" Robert exclaimed and beamed his approval.

"I'm glad you like it, darling," she answered.

Jason leaned closer and touched her hip with his fingers.

"No touching, Jason. We can't continue if you insist on touching me," she warned.

"I'm sorry. I won't touch you again," he answered.

Meg responded coyly, with her eyes looking at the tent-pole in his slacks and giggled. 

She assumed different positions, her hands on the coffee table beside the large cushioned chair, bent over with legs wide, or sitting delicately on the edge of it with her back beautifully arched and her breasts pushed out in a manner that invited attention. She took several sips of her drink and Robert then suggested she delicately caress her pussy.

"Like this? Is this what you want Jason to see?" she teased. Meg ran her fingers between her legs and through her thin blonde bush as Jason, Robert and Heather looked on. She teased her future son with her erotic poses as her hands explored her body. She moved across her labia and clitoris with one hand while kneading her tits with the other; stopping only to hold special poses for Robert when he asked.

"Do you want this next?" she asked coyly. Meg turned and faced away from them so she could tease them with her cheeks; pulling and kneading them. With her dress bunched around her waist, she held her ass-cheeks open to expose her pink anus and then Meg reached between her legs and pulled her fingers through her wet vagina, causing her swollen lips to part and slide them closed around her finger as it pushed into her wet hole. "Does that look good?" she asked. 

"Yes! Yes, perfect! You look quite demure," Robert said as she turned her head, looking behind her with her dress raised above her hips and her sexy slender legs showing. Robert had always thought Meg's legs and ass were her best features. He swelled with pride, looking up those long legs he admired so much, and thinking of how special it was that his wife's legs didn't rub together on their way up to her ass, like most of his business associate's wives did.

"You're incredible, Meg," Jason said.

She said, "I bet you're just saying that because you want to fuck me." She leaned way over the arm of the chair and blew him a kiss.

After holding several more poses for Jason she sat back down onto the sofa beside her husband, exposing her stockings and garters with her legs crossed. She watched and listened to Robert as she sipped her drink with her dress bunched at her waist, her breasts exposed and her daughter sitting naked on the other side of her husband.

"You're such a tease!" Jason said. "That was stunning." 

"Our wives want to please us, Jason. It's The Family way. Meg has shown herself off for me many times. Occasionally, when we are on a vacation far from New Salem I'll have her tease a stranger for my entertainment. But, never has Heather had that adventure. She's still pure for you, Jason."

"Exciting," Jason replied and thought of how much fun he would have with Heather when they were on vacations together. He looked at Heather and caught her eye. He winked. She giggled and looked down; embarrassed because she knew what he was thinking and the thought of exposing herself to strange men excited her to.

Giggling, she quipped, "I'll be sooo mad at you if you pick an ugly guy!"

The four of them laughed and took another sip of their drinks.

Robert gave Jason a warning not to cause scandal. "You must be careful, Jason. Remember, any hint of scandal will be dealt with by the council. Furthermore, any finding of adultery on your part will be swiftly dealt with. Any finding of spousal abuse or abuse of your children will result in your demise. There will be no mercy shown."

"I understand, sir. And, I won't disappoint you," Jason told him seriously. "This is all so incredible, sir. I have to admit that it's hard to process it all. What about the ladies that marry into The Family. Don't they have a hard time accepting your ways?"

Meg unzipped Robert's slacks. He stretched out on the sofa and placed his feet on the coffee table. She reached in and pulled the shaft of his cock out of the hole in his briefs, leaving his balls and the base of his staff covered up. As he continued talking she nonchalantly pushed her lips over his cockhead and sucked on his penis. Jason wished she was working on him instead of Robert. 

"That's it honey, suck it," Robert commanded and placed his hand on the back of her head.

Jason was surprised at the size of his future father's cock. It was almost long as his own and thicker....Much thicker. He didn't want to stare but he couldn't turn away from seeing Meg straining to get her lips around the shaft.

As he was pleasured by his wife, Robert reminded Jason that The Family's young men aren't allowed to marry until they are at least twenty-eight and find a woman ten years younger. He told him that most younger women are naturally submissive to a man ten years her senior.

"Just as I will be with Jason. Isn't that right, daddy?" Heather asked, seeking to reassure Jason of her willingness to submit to his authority. 

"That's right, Heather," he replied and gently pulled her hair from her eyes and gave out a soft grunt as Meg continued sucking him. He turned back to Jason. "Heather will be the perfect young lady for you. You're a very lucky man."

Jason's mind was awash with different thoughts. He wanted desperately to be in Robert's position; having dominance over two beautiful and submissive women. At the same time he wasn't sure he could stand to have another man in the dominant position with his future bride. 

"You're mouth is so sweet, baby," Robert said to Meg.

Jason wondered if he could accept this arrangement for the ten years of his marriage or maybe more. "Can I allow Heather to leave my bed for his until our first born is ten?" he asked himself. 

Robert's hand pumped Meg's head back and forth on his big cock as he spoke. "When our boys reach sixteen they are allowed to find all the sex they want as long as it is outside New Salem. This fosters their competitiveness and takes care of their sexual drive. Before they are eighteen they are taught The Family way." 

"Daddy, can we get you out of your slacks?" 

"Sure honey," he replied. Meg and Heather each removed a shoe and then pulled off a leg of his slacks. They helped him out of his shirt and into the robe Meg had brought downstairs and he watched his wife squat between his legs and place her tongue on the big vein on the back of his shaft. 

Robert grunted as he felt her hot, wet tongue sliding over the bumps and ridges of his big tool. She reached the top, opened her lips and took him inside. He groaned even louder this time, and pushed his hips toward her, trying to deliver all of his cock into her mouth but it was too big for her. She wanted to be fed the entire cock but it was way too large and all she could take in was four inches of the long staff. The whole time, looking into her husband's eyes and occasionally struggling to keep his penis in her mouth as she turned to look into Jason's.

He was fucking her mouth slowly, running his fingers through her hair and pushing gently on the back of her head while she sucked him. Meg made little whimpering sounds with each thrust, keeping her mouth closed on his tool as he pushed against the back of her throat. 

"Do you want my mouth on your penis too, Daddy?" Heather asked eagerly and with a voice more girlish than before.

Robert smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. "No, Meg is doing just fine all by herself, baby. I've got something special planned for you in just a moment." 

Heather frowned, but didn't object because she knew what "something special" meant, and she continued playing with herself as she watched and listened quietly.

Jason worried that "something special" meant he was soon going to see his future father fucking his future bride. For a fleeting moment he thought he might jump up and run out of the house. This isn't right, he told himself. But, his hard cock was telling him something entirely different. It was telling him, "This is what you'll have when your daughters turn eighteen and your sons bring their brides home from their honeymoon. With enough sons and daughters, you'll have a harem of beautiful women!"

Robert continued his instruction, showing a remarkable ability to focus while his cock was sucked. "They know that they are to go out into the world and are free to womanize and bed as many women as they please. They basically have ten years of their life to get all of their selfish ways out of their system. Then, as they approach twenty-eight they focus on finding the right woman to love and live their life with."

Robert wanted to save himself for fucking his two beautiful women. He broke Meg off of his cock. "That's enough, Meg. Your such a delicious cocksucker that I don't think I could stand much more. You're wonderful, but I need to finish my point with Jason. Could you and Heather get us all another drink?" 

"Certainly, darling," she answered.

"And, Heather. Before you go, help mom out of her dress," he added casually. 

Heather and Meg did exactly as they had been told. Heather helped Meg slip out of dress, leaving them both naked except for high heels; Meg in her stockings and Heather without. 

Jason had been hoping for a second view of Heather's pussy. He smiled with satisfaction, seeing it again. It was so delicate and feminine. Her lips were narrow and her clitoris a delicate nub the size of a pistachio nut. "I'll enjoy playing with that," he said to himself.

"Thank you for your help, sweety," Meg told her as they turned and walked seductively across the room to the bar, their hips swaying with each step so their men could enjoy the view and their high heels clicking as they walked..

Jason wanted them both and his cock throbbed in his pants, pushing against his wrist as he tried to cover his erection by holding his hands over it. It just didn't seem right to him that he should let them see his erection tent-poling in his pants. He knew his thoughts of modesty were silly. After all, Meg and Heather were standing across the room mixing drinks, naked in heels. Hadn't Heather, only moments earlier, moaned to her father's finger in her pussy? Hadn't Meg posed for him and sucked Robert's cock in front of him? He knew the answer to both questions was yes. But, he couldn't help his thoughts, and they were telling him to not flaunt his erection.

Robert explained that the women The Family's young men choose have been screened carefully. "The Family doesn't go into these relationships blind. We expend a great deal of money and effort into helping our young men find the perfect match and we often arrange meetings with eligible young women that fit our profile. The young ladies that are chosen are almost exclusively virgins."

"What if you make a mistake and your daughters don't cooperate?" Jason asked.

"They always cooperate, Jason. We spare no expense in our screening process. We spared none in investigating you."

"You checked me out?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes," Robert answered confidently. "I only had a short three weeks, but with enough resources devoted to it we were able to account for your entire life. There is hardly a family member or friend or employer or enemy that we haven't investigated. I know everything about you. I know your tendencies, your desires, and your goals. I also know where all of your skeletons are buried."

As she helped her mother mix drinks, Heather could feel her heart pounding in her chest from the excitement of the evening. "I love him so much," She told Meg.

"I know darling. Just look at him. He's so ruggedly handsome," Meg answered. "The ceremony is going delightfully. Don't you think?"

"I hope so. I think he's enjoying it, mother." When she looked back over her shoulder she saw Jason sitting on the front of his chair, in his expensive slacks and shirt, looking like the most handsome man in New Salem.

"He is, Heather. And, there's so much more to come," Meg replied and gently swept her hand through Heather's blonde mane.

The ladies returned, each carrying two drinks and both looking incredible as they walked naked in their high heels. Robert and Jason stood to welcome them back. 

The two couples stood close, Meg hanging on Robert's arm and Heather on Jason's. He was hesitant to put his hands too close to her ass or breasts, choosing to wrap his arm around her thin waist and dance his fingers across the sinuous muscles of her abdomen.