Summary: mind control, incest, ff
An entrepreneur retires and moves in
with his daughter's family. Using a corporation he helped set up, he begins
having her friends mind-trained and having flagrant sex with them. Then he
sets his eyes on her ...
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
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Live well!
Davy Phillips stood with his mother by the airport terminal window as they watched the plane land. It had been a while since he had been up in the air himself -- not since that time ten years ago when his whole family had flown to Boston to see Grandpa Blaine. That was the Christmas when Grandpa and his mother had gotten into such a big fight, and they hadn't seen him since.
Now he was coming to live with them. Davy had helped his mother clear out the sewing room and install a bed in there so that Grandpa would be comfortable.
The plane taxied around and approached the terminal.
Davy wasn't sure how this was all going to work out. He had barely seen his grandfather as he grew up. And all he could remember was the yelling when mom would fight with him. When they flew up for Grandma's funeral -- Davy was eight at the time -- Mom even slapped Grandpa. Davy had been playing in the other room when he heard it, then the silence that followed it. Then Mom came in, took him by the hand up the stairs, and they packed and left.
Now that Grandpa was retiring, they were all supposed to live together without any yelling? Davy looked at his mother. She was stiff, tense. Then he looked back out the window. He gave it six months, tops, before Grandpa walked out. And Davy didn't really care one way or the other about Grandpa coming to live with them -- he didn't really know him well enough to like him or hate him -- but it just seemed such a waste to change the house and their lives when Grandpa would be going away again in just a few months.
The passengers were beginning to unboard into the terminal, and Davy and his mother watched for her father. He was one of the first off, having ridden in first class.
Daphne Blaine-Phillips walked up and stood eye to eye with her father. "Daddy," she said quietly.
"Daphne. How have you been?"
She nodded her head. "Good, Daddy. And you? How do you like retirement?"
Grant smiled for a moment, then nodded. "It's ... good. Different. It'll take some getting used to. No more rising early in the morning. No more million dollar deals. It's ... different."
"You'll get used to it. You just have to find other interests."
"Aren't you right. And is this young buck here my grandson? Good lord, last I saw you, you came up just past my waist. And what a build! You play football, boy?"
"Soccer, Grandpa. At the college."
"Well, give me a hug, boy. You're already making the Blaine line proud." The two hugged. "I'll bet you have a flock of young fillies following you around."
Davy smiled. "I only wish, Grandpa."
"You will, you will, boy. You're a Blaine."
"Daddy, leave him alone. That caveman-and-jane stuff went out a generation ago. And good riddance."
"I was just teasing him, Daffy."
"Don't, Daddy."
Grant made a face. "It doesn't mean anything. It's just my way of saying I love you."
"I do *not* like that name, Daddy."
"Okay." Grant nodded, his voice strained. "I'll be living under your roof, I'll call you however you want to be called. If you want to be called the 'Royal Queen of England', I'll call you that. Anything for peace, right?"
"Uhm --" Davy interrupted. "It looks like the bags are starting to come out over there. We may want to wander over and get them."
Father and daughter stared at one another a moment before Daphne responded. "Yes, let's."
They located Grant's bags, and Davy carried them as they walked to the car. Grandpa was asking him what he was majoring in -- Business Admin -- and where he planned to work after he graduated -- he wasn't sure yet.
"Don't pressure him, Daddy."
"Honey, I'm just curious. I mean, what's the boy going to do without some type of plan, just lay around the house a couple of years? If you don't have a plan, Davy, you haven't got focus. And that's what the whole nation lacks right now. Everybody's sitting around whining, 'Tell us what to do.' They need a leader, a Blaine, to come around and inform them what --"
"Well, Dad, you've just got a solution for all the ills that ail us, don't you?"
"I can't help it, it's true. You need goals in order to make something of yourself."
"Dad, I'm not going to let you push him like you pushed me."
"I never pushed you to anything, Daphne! You wouldn't let me. If I said go, you came to a halt. If I said --"
"Dad! You're pushing me right now!"
"Listen to her, boy! She's crazy. Crazy that she might do something that someone suggested she do. You know the reason she got herself knocked up at seventeen, don't you? She was trying to spite me!"
Daphne gasped. "Daddy!! For gods sakes!"
"She even --" Grant froze a moment, then sighed slowly. "You're right, Daphne. I am a bossy sonofabitch. And I can't do that anymore, can I? Not while I'll be living under your roof. I apologize. And David, I apologize to you too. I shouldn't be maligning your mother or ruining all of our afternoon."
Daphne opened and then shut her mouth twice, unable to come up with anything to say. Finally, "Are you my father? Or did we grab the wrong passenger by mistake?"
Grant grinned and started walking again. "It's the new me, Daphne. We both have to change if we're going to be living together. But I'm going to have to change the most." He chuckled. "I'm going to have to transform from a reptile back into a human."
"I -- I don't know what to say, Daddy."
"Uhm ..." This was Davy. Father and daughter turned around to see him about six paces behind them. "The car's back here, guys."
"Say that you can recognize your own car, Daffy."
Daphne smiled and echoed him, "You can recognize your own car, Daffy."
She opened the trunk and they deposited the luggage there. Then Davy drove the three of them home to start a new life together.