Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2006 16:01:45 +0100 (BST)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Debt - Part One

The first part of an ongoing story. The story and the
characters are entirely fictional. Any comments or
communications very welcome.

Family Debt - Part One

What I thought was the end of the good life came to me
one wet Tuesday evening, with the visit from my father-in-
law Tom. He was also my boss, and that was the problem.
Or rather the problem was that I had been robbing him
blind for most of the eleven years I had worked for him.

John Ames is my name, and I had married his older
daughter Claire soon after we had both left university.
We had two children - Steve and Dawn, by the time of that
wet Tuesday evening 16 and 14 respectively. After we
married, Claire's father lent us some money so that I
could start up my own business. It went well enough at
the beginning, but some bad decisions and some bad breaks
eventually brought it down. Tom bailed us out, and gave
me a job. I know that stealing from him on a regular
basis was a pretty low thing to do after all that, but
I've never pretended to be the strong willed type and it
was just so damn easy. For those eleven years the life
all four of us lived was very good, but the time came to
pay the price. We started paying on that wet Tuesday
evening, and all of us paid.

He discovered what I'd been doing with his firm's money
by getting his other daughter, Samantha, to do a bit of
hacking for him. First at the office and then at my home.
She was something of an expert at it, being in the
internet security line and one of the best at her game.
The office computer revealed my thefts, and my home
machine gave him further evidence of my crime and a great
deal more. Information about me that I had never thought
would see the light of day, but that would now be
revealed to my entire family.

That Tuesday night he had told me he was coming, and that
he wanted a word with me, but not what it was about. And
was already there when I got home, sitting talking to
Claire with them both looking very serious. And Claire
flushed and a little frightened. I had some sort of
premonition at that point, but it didn't go anywhere near
warning me of what was to befall me and my family that
night and for many nights to come.

"Sit down, John," Tom said. "Over there next to Claire."

The command in his voice I thought well out of order in
my home, but when I saw what was laid out on the table
between them I was no longer inclined to argue. I sat
down beside Claire on the sofa, facing him across those
incriminating documents.

"You've been stealing from me, John," he said in a very
level voice. "A lot of money over a long time. And Claire
knew all about it, as she's just admitted to me." He
looked across at his daughter, and the contempt there in
his eyes was worse than when he had been looking at me.

I tried to bluster, but he simply ignored me.

"You, Claire and the kids have been living high on the
hog at my expense," he went on. "If you'd wanted more
money and asked for it, then I'd have given it to you.
But you had to steal from me. And for that you're going
to pay."

I glanced at Claire, but she was avoiding my gaze.

"We'll pay you back, Tom," I said desperately. "I promise
you that."

He laughed, a harsh sound without any humour in it that
made Claire jump. "Even if I trusted the two of you to do
that," he said. "Which I definitely don't. But even if,
the only way you could hope to do that is sell
practically everything you've got. And still it wouldn't
be enough. Are you really ready to give all this up,
John? To live like the pauper you should be?"

He had me there. I wasn't. But my mind was already
scheming, to no avail at all.

"What's here would put you in jail for several years,
John," he said, gesturing to the papers on the table with
a sweep of his hand. "Maybe Claire as well. And then what
would happen to Steve and Dawn? Put in care, I should
imagine. Or a home."

"You'd do that to your own grandchildren?" Claire asked
in disbelief, speaking for the first time.

He looked at her and slowly nodded. "My grandchildren?"
he asked. "The grandchildren who have visited me exactly
once in the last year, and then couldn't get away fast
enough and weren't shy about showing it? Yes, Claire, I
would. Might even do them good."

He reached into his copious briefcase and pulled out a
large brown envelope, the same as the one from which the
documents on the table were spilled. He laid it on top
of them.

"And then there's this," he said. "What's in here, John,
will make you a laughing stock with everybody you know.
Photos, mpegs, mails, chat transcripts. Samantha found it
all on when she hacked into your home computer, John."

Claire's mouth curled at the mention of her sister, the
two of them having never got on. "What's Samantha got to
do with this?" she asked her father. "And what is in that
envelope."

Tom looked between us, realising that Claire knew nothing
of this. Nothing of my secret life, even if was only a
fantasy life.

"We'll come to that," Tom said, smiling as he enjoyed my
discomfort. "First we're going to talk about how you, and
Steve and Dawn if they so choose, are going to repay me
for the years of stealing my money and betraying my
trust."

Then he told us the deal. He had led, he said, the
dullest of lives, and now he wanted to experience some
excitement before he died. And the excitement he wanted
was sexual excitement. Not just sex itself, which he
could get from any prostitute down in the city, but the
excitement of the forbidden. Any and every perversity
that he could imagine, and we were going to supply it or
suffer the consequences of our dishonesty and our
ingratitude to him for what he had done for us. His
rested on Claire, watching her squirm, as he spoke of his
wife, her mother, who had died a few years before. Sex
once a month of he was lucky, and with the light off and
any suggestion of anything but the missionary position
met with disgust and a long drought. Like mother like
daughter, I thought to myself, with some sympathy for
him. Claire's own attitude to sex, obviously learnt from
her mother, was part of the reason for what lay in that
second envelope.

"The alternative for you, John, is prison," he finished.
"For you, Claire, maybe prison but certainly penury."

"And Steve and Dawn?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Their choice," he said. "They can keep all
this, or if they wish I will pay for them to attend a
residential school until they are eighteen, when they
will have to fend for themselves.  But if they choose
that option, they leave all the rewards they've garnered
from your thieving behind them."

We argued. Of course we argued. But I don't think I put
as much effort into as I could, and I'm sure Claire
noticed that. Somewhere inside me there was a yearning
for the same sort of excitement that Tom had been
describing. And I did not want to go to prison.

"Enough!" Tom said at last. "Nothing either of you can
say is going to change my mind. So make up your minds
now. What's it to be?"

I looked at Claire, but she still refused to meet my
gaze. Then I made the only decision I could when I looked
back at my father-in-law and nodded. Claire snorted
contemptuously, but said nothing. Tom looked at her, and
then back at me.

"You seal the deal by crawling over here on your knees,"
he said. "And you, Claire, can show your agreement for
now by sitting and watching your husband suck your
Daddy's cock."

He reached down and undid his zip. Putting his hand
inside his trousers, he pulled out his semi-erect cock.
It was an old man's cock, heavily veined and dark. I
stared at it incredulously, and realised that Claire was
doing the same.

"The kids will be home soon," I blurted out, putting off
the moment.

He looked at his watch. "In about three minutes," he
said. "Samantha has picked them up from and will be
bringing them. And unless your lips are around my cock by
the time they walk through that door, then I walk out of
here and go straight to the police. Your choice, you
two."