Chapter Eleven: Introducing the Harrisons
A bunch of us were hanging around at Helen's house one weekend. She had a great house for it, with a nice entertainment area and a pool with a big deck in the backyard. Others might ascribe different motives to it, but I think that Helen had us over to show me how she controlled Ken. They had been dating for a while, and I was able to observe them together when they were around me, as well as when they didn't realize that I was nearby, and despite her protestations, she treated Ken differently when I was around. When I was not evident, she mostly ignored Ken. When I was there, however, she was both solicitous and manipulative. She acted like a sweet girlfriend, but she made it clear that she had him by the short and curlies.
While I still didn't like what she was doing with Ken, I used it to Ken's advantage as much as possible. For instance, a few weeks after they started dating, Helen and I were alone together working on a project.
"Ken and I had a lovely date this weekend," she told me. "He is so good to me."
By this point, I knew that her dropping Ken would be a crushing blow to him, so I came up with a different strategy.
"Yeah, you really make a great girlfriend, just the kind I'd want," I said sarcastically.
"What does that mean?" she asked in an offended tone.
"Well, it's just that I've talked to Ken, and you guys haven't even kissed. You must really like him a lot."
"Just because I'm not a slut doesn't mean that I don't like him!" she protested.
"Whatever," I said, and refused to continue that conversation.
The next weekend Ken informed me that he and Helen had a very intense make-out session. At other points in their relationship, I pushed in the same fashion, so in my small way I helped Ken take full advantage of the situation. Hell, he got to feel her up, and I must say I would not have minded getting my hands on her perky tits.
Helen and Ken's relationship continued on in this manner, but I knew that it would not last. I thought about the warning I had given Helen, and I realized that once it was given, I had to follow through, so I started looking for some sort of leverage. It was one day at Helen's house that I found what I was looking for.
Helen's home life was interesting. Her parents were divorced, and she and her older sister Karen lived with their mother, Cheryl. Her parents were well off, and their house was quite nice, but the family dynamic was quite revealing. Helen was quite headstrong and in control; she got what she wanted, when she wanted it. While I knew that this was the case in school, it was interesting to watch at home.
In school, Helen's routine was one of manipulation and teasing; at home she was much more direct. When she wanted something, she demanded it, either from her mother or her sister. If she felt that she was not getting what she wanted, or not getting it fast enough, she would scream at her mother, and her mother would submit. Surprisingly, Helen would do the same to her older sister, who would also submit to her demands. It was clear where Helen's feelings of entitlement came from; she got everything that she wanted at home.
I understood Helen's behavior, but I was puzzled about the rest of her family, so I watched them closely. Karen was seventeen and at least physically, an older version of Helen. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and her body was even better developed. Her ass was round and firm, and her tits were larger than Helen's, though they too stood firm and proud. Her demeanor and presentation, however, was like night to Helen's day. While Helen wore skimpy and provocative clothing, Karen kept herself covered well, and where Helen's personality was vivacious and commanding, Karen was reserved and quiet.
Looking at Cheryl, it was clear where the girls had gotten their looks. She too had blonde hair and blue eyes. She had obviously had her children young, because she looked like she was in her late twenties, though she had to be at least in her mid-thirties. Her personality was closer to Karen's, though her dress was closer to Helen's; I suspected that her ex-husband had helped her start dressing more provocatively.
While Helen was a nubile young girl, and Karen was a firm teenager, Cheryl clearly had a more mature body. Her breasts were slightly larger than Karen's and she had all the curves and soft edges of a woman. She'd had two children, but she kept her body in shape, though she was not a hard body. She was definitely a sexy mother.
Her personality was as interesting to examine as her body. She seemed to be an excellent mother to Karen, providing guidance and control, but she seemed unable to do the same for Helen. When she was alone with Karen, or even others that deferred to her, she appeared to be the same sort of mother that most of the rest of my friends had. However when she was around Helen, her eyes dropped, her voice softened, and she did what she was told.
From the moment I had these realizations, I watched the three of them closely, and ideas began forming in my mind. I realized that if I controlled the mother, I could control the daughter.
I began asserting my control over Cheryl in small ways. First, I began talking to her more often, complimenting her on her looks and clothes, though I tried not to be too creepy about it. I realized that Cheryl was divorced, and from what I could tell, she did not get out too often. Between that and her demeanor, I assumed that she had a somewhat low self image, and was probably starved for positive attention, an assumption that was soon verified as she responded with giggles and blushes to the compliments of a high school kid.
Next, I began ordering her around, but at first only in ways that she would not question. For instance, I would walk into the kitchen after she had made snacks for us, and knowing full well what her intentions were, I would say, "Everyone is hungry, Cheryl. Serve the food now."
The first few times that I ordered her around in that fashion she looked at me funny, but since that was what she was planning anyway, she really couldn't say anything other than, "I was just planning to," or "OK". A few weeks of this and she didn't think twice when I told her to do something.
While I was working on her in that way, I was also having long conversations with her. While the others were outside by the pool, I was inside the kitchen, helping Cheryl prepare the food and finding out about her family's history. She had married young, after becoming pregnant with Karen. Her husband was in control of the marriage until he found someone younger and left. He might have had a wandering eye, but he treated his family well, and they were able to live in a comfortable lifestyle.
While assisting Cheryl, it was easy to get her to obey me in easy ways, such as having her change what she was going to prepare, or the way that she was to arrange it. I also directed the conversations. I discovered that Helen used to be more accommodating, though always demanding. Lately, however, she had become domineering.
Over the course of a few months, Cheryl grew very comfortable with me, and she was comfortable listening to my commands. One day I took it to the next level, when I insisted that she come out for a swim with me.
"I don't want to intrude on Helen's friends," she protested. "I'll swim later, when they've all left."
"No, I want you to swim with us now," I insisted. "Go change into your bathing suit."
"But," she started, but I just pointed to her room, interrupting her argument.
She looked defiant for a moment, but then said, "Just this once."
I let that go, because I knew that it would not be just this once. She was back in a few minutes in a one piece suit, completely covering her and completely out of style. She smiled at me as she walked towards the door, but I said, "Stop!"
She did, and looked at me questioningly.
"You are not going to try and tell me that this is the bathing suit that you normally wear to swim, are you?" I asked.
"Well, no, but with all you kids here..." she began, but I cut her off.
"Go back to your room, take that thing off and put on the suit that you swam in last," I told her. "Oh, and bring me back that suit when it's off. It so completely doesn't suit you that I'm going to throw it out."
She looked at me in shock, but went into her room to change. She came back out in another one piece, though with a much more flattering cut.
"Well, that will have to do for now," I said in a disappointed tone of voice, and I held out my arm and she handed me the other suit. With great ceremony I opened the trash can and placed the suit in.
"You know I'm not going to let you wear things that detract from your sexiness in any way, don't you?"
She blushed and just nodded her lowered head.
"Let's go swimming!" I told her.
We walked outside where the others were, and headed to the pool.
"What are you doing, Mom?" Helen asked.
"I'm just going swimming," she replied.
"But we're using the pool now," Helen said. "You can swim later."
Cheryl looked at me pleadingly, which pleased me to no end. I had just started my little game, and she was already beginning to look to me to intervene with her daughter.
"I asked your mother to go swimming with me, and she is going to go swimming with me," I informed Helen.
We stared at each other for a few moments, each of us determined, but she finally said, "Fine, swim with her! I was getting ready to go in anyway!" She turned to the others and said, "Come on in and we can watch the new video that I got."
Cheryl and I stood there while the others went inside. Then I turned to Cheryl and said, "Shall we?"
We both went in and we swam around a bit while we talked. Eventually we went in and I joined the others. Helen glared at me. We both knew that I had won a small victory, however Helen didn't have any idea how important the victory was. She would learn.