I've always been protective of my children, and I believe in keeping a firm hand on them. They know that if they do anything wrong, they'll be picking a switch from the crab apple tree for swats on their bare bottoms. I'm especially protective of my three eldest daughters, on whom I have had implanted a special device inside their brains after their eighth birthdays. The device makes sure that they obey my rules, and stay away from boys who want in their panties. Around here the girls tend to get pregnant early and often. I wanted my smart little girls to avoid that go to college, maybe getting a degree in petrochemicals like I had.
Before I left for my recent stint on BP Oil Platform Number 130, everything had been proceeding exactly the way I wanted it. I told my eldest son, Isaac, who was thirteen, that he was the man of the house while I was gone, and he should help his mother and take care of his sisters. My wife was seven months pregnant with twin girls at the time, and the pregnancy hadn't been easy on her, so I wanted to reduce her troubles, if possible, while I earned the money we needed to save for my children going to college. So I left my son alone with his mother and seven sisters, and went off to the platform.
A little over five months later, I returned home to discover what Isaac had done. It was quite evident the moment I opened the door to my house. Isaac and his three eldest sisters were naked. My son was busy breeding his eight-and-a-half-year-old sister Keisha, while his ten-year-old sister Katasia and twelve-year-old sister Kiara watched, feeling their wet pussies. It was clear from all three of their bellies that all three of them had been bred for quite a while, and no longer really needed their brother's seed.
"Isaac Izzekul, what have you done to your sisters?" I asked, interrupting his breeding.
"I took care of them," Isaac replied, his thrust paused deep inside Keisha. "Grandpa said that little sisters like mine needed plenty of seed in them once they started to bleed." It was clear that he was shooting his seed inside his sister.
That's when I noticed that Isaac also had the small silver port at the base of his skull, just like his sisters did. It's also when I heard my father's distinctive huff huff of a laugh. He was seated over in the corner on a recliner, with my twelve-year-old youngest full sister, Deliah, sitting on his cock. "Damn it, Dad, I want my daughters to go to college, not spend their lives having babies like my sisters."
"Why can't they do both, son?" Dad said.
"Cynthia tried to do both," I said, my anger rising, as I recalled what had happened to my genius of a little sister. "Remember what you did to her? Graduated from high school at ten. Got accepted to William and Mary. She would have been the youngest to receive a degree from that school, and the first girl in the family to go to college. But you had to knock her up with twins, and make her forget how to wear clothes among other things. She would have had her diploma by now, probably even a Masters. So where is my now sixteen-year-old sister now?"
I heard the sound of a young girl crying out in labor upstairs as Dad replied with a big grin, "Having babies thirteen and fourteen, I suspect."
It was then and there that I decided that it was the last time Dad was going to control what I came home to. It was because of Dad that I'd married my sister, Jemina, when I came home from college. It was because of Dad that I now had ten children, with the twin girls that had been born while I was on the platform, the result of many homecomings and a well-controlled-by-Dad sister-wife. It was because of Dad that my sisters all had the little silver control ports at the base of their skulls, and lived to serve Dad's whims.
Dad wasn't the reason why my daughters had those control parts. Dad didn't know that I actually had two degrees, and the second one was going to change this homecoming around right now. I hit a few buttons on my watch. "Dad, you don't control my children anymore. In fact, you don't control my sisters anymore, either."
My son immediately stopped breeding his sister, and the oldest of his two sisters stopped stroking their pussies. Deliah stood up out of Dad's lap, causing his seed to begin to seep from her pussy. I moved to stand in the middle of the room, and Deliah moved to stand at my side. My children stood as well, and moved into a supportive position. Now that my daughters were standing, I could tell that he'd dosed them like he had Cynthia. They were probably going to have twins too. "Dad, you're leaving now and you're never coming back to my house. You'd better hope that you haven't ruined my daughters' lives forever, because if you do, one day soon you will go to sleep in agony, and wake up in hell."
My dad left quickly, not even bothering to dress. Without a word to him, Isaac picked up Dad's clothes, and threw them into the fireplace to use as kindling. I then turned to my son and asked, "What did he do to you?" Their controls were now mine, and they would tell me everything Dad had done to them.
"Dad, two days after you left, I woke up, and had to go down to Kiara's bedroom," Isaac said. "I knew you didn't want me to, but I couldn't stop breeding her. I had to do Katasia and Keisha too. I stopped wearing clothes around the house, and I had to do my homework all at school, sometimes at the last minute. I tried out for the football team at school, too, but I got cut."
"Go get a shower and get dressed," I ordered. "We shall be properly attired around the house again, and I expect your homework to be done properly, and your grades to improve. Kiara, what did he do to you?"
"Dad, I forgot how to put on clothes, and my last month of high school I couldn't answer any question right," Kiara replied, as Isaac headed upstairs. "Granddad wouldn't let me go to William and Mary, and made sure that Isaac bred twins inside me."
"I'll get you to college next semester, along with Cynthia," I promised. "I told William and Mary this might happen. Go get a shower and see if you've got anything you can put on. If your Granddad has done what I suspect, and gotten rid of your clothes, we'll go shopping tomorrow morning. Katasia, what did he do to you?"
"Daddy, he turned me from a genius to a laughing stock," Katasia said, as Kiara headed upstairs. "He made me unable to answer a correct question at school, and answer the most ridiculously wrong answers when called on. I can't put any clothes on, and he made Isaac breed me in front of everyone, and made me unable to connect sex with the twins I'm having. They want to move me back down to elementary school, Daddy."
"I'll put a stop to that, and you'll have a placement test to fix your bad five months," I promised, I knew that the devices couldn't stop learning, only suppress expression of it. "We've got one more shower, go use it, and like your sister, see if you've got anything to put on. Keisha, what did he do to you?"
"Daddy, he made me unable to speak right, and I forgot how to dress," Keisha said, as Katasia headed upstairs. "I was too scared to speak up in class, but I tricked him enough that he didn't do anything about my grades. Everyone thinks I got scared when someone raped me and impregnated me with triplets. He still thinks I'm going to elementary school, not waddling around naked at the high school as a sophomore."
"So, you figured out what he was doing to your sisters, and tried to make sure he thought you'd already been done?" I asked. Keisha nodded. "I always said you were the smartest of your sisters, thus far. We'll see about college exams for you, I think. Go upstairs and wait for a shower to come free. Deliah, are any of your sisters still at home? And the children?"
"Dad's living with just Cynthia and me now, and both of us are here," Deliah replied. "Our children are playing in the back yard, save Cynthia's eldest twins, who Jemina's managed to sneak into an after-school program for the gifted. Dad thinks it's an art program and that they're models."
"Okay, that means Dad's going home to an empty house," I said, pulling out my phone and bringing up an app. "He's going to stay that way. He may not have a control node, but what I've put in his house will more than make up for it. Once he's inside, he won't leave until he's ready to ride in a hearse. Deliah, join Keisha in waiting for a free shower." I spent a few minutes activating programs on the security systems that I'd had installed in Dad's house. He had no idea what he was getting into when he'd decided to try to flip my family back to the way he ran his family.
Done for a moment, I looked at the family picture, taken before I'd left for the Gulf. Everyone had been properly dressed, and looked sharp and smart. Isaac was wearing his navy blue suit with its bow tie, the flash slightly glinting off the golden rims of his glasses. Kiara was dressed in a smart white pants suit, still a virgin like all of her sisters at the time, a pen in one hand, perpetually ready to write something down. Katasia wore a suit that matched Isaac, save that hers was deep red, matching her brother's bow tie, and cut to fit her just beginning to appear breasts. Keisha wore a white sailor style dress, a staple in the family, not being old enough to chose her own under family rules. Then there was six and a half year-old Laurel, five year old Moira, three and a half year old Naria, and then eleven-month old Pamela, all dressed in sailor style dresses, but in purple, peach, pink, and pale blue respectively. My sister-wife wore a bright red empire waist dress, as she stood behind the family, next to me in my black suit.
A new one taken today would not show anywhere near a proper family, I judged. I promised myself though, someday it would be again, even if I had to program them to make it happen.