The air between you and your father is still awkward over an hour later. Your resentment faded somewhat in light of the new nervousness now fluttering in your stomach, and you even felt a little bad about stealing his eggs... at least until he just went and fried himself three more to replace the two you stole. That killed off the guilt fast, and you went back to glowering at him.
When you announce that you're going to visit the library today, Dad gives you a one-armed hug and the money for the bus fare, sending you on your way with a cheery wave. You shoot a suspicious look at his back as you leave, but sadly, you have the power to manipulate people's emotions, not the power to read people's minds. You can feel that he is feeling happier than he has for the past... well, as long as you can remember reading his emotions, anyway.
The bus is late, as it always is. Not too late today, thankfully, it's only four minutes behind the times listed on the schedule sitting on the side of the bus stop. Once, you'd had to wait almost half an hour beyond the scheduled time for the bus to arrive. The bus scheduled to arrive half an hour later had arrived while the first one was still picking up passengers. That had been an embarassing incident for the first bus driver.
Soothing songs ring forth from the radio, tuned to the Protectorate-aligned channel of Brockton Bay. You're a little surprised- usually the music on this channel is a lot worse than this- but it's passable enough today that you sing along under your breath. "Mouse Protector, Mouse Protector, Defender of the Weak and Innocent, Mouse Protector~"
The man sitting beside you gives you an odd look. You glare up at him and continue singing defiantly. Those words are meant to be capitalized. You'd seen the subtitles once, and they said so, damn it! Subtitles are law!
The bus trundled down along the roads of Brockton Bay, slow and cautious, as mandated by the council. There had been one too many incidents of minor villains taking advantage of the buses, planting bombs on them or holding them up so they could get some funds far enough away that the heroes in the PRT couldn't respond in time to save anyone. Now, the public transit system was mandated to remain within a certain distance of patrolling heroes or subsidized rogues. It was inconvenient, but less so than not having buses at all, or inevitably ending up in a hostage situation when the heroes turned up.
It takes nearly forty minutes for the bus to arrive at the stop in front of the town hall. You climb off there, then head across the street to the public library- an old, dour building, with a sign out the front proudly proclaiming "Brockton Bay Public Library". Beneath that was written, in smaller letters, "Proudly standing since 1878".
You pass through the RFID trackers standing in front of the doors and head within. There are several ancient computers sitting on small tables within the rows of books, permanently open with their screens set to display the library's catalogue searching system.
With an eager grin, you take a seat in front of the closest catalogue computer and get to work.
Four and a half hours later, you finally fold the last newspaper back up, wiping some imaginary sweat from your brow. It turns out that trying to get a good idea of what Brockton Bay's cape scene is like is actually a lot harder than it sounds. That's a recurring theme, you're noticing.
There's aren't a lot of records online. You'd checked, but the only really serviceable source you'd found was ParaHumans Online- "the" premier source for cape news online, if only because it was where the Protectorate actually had a presence, and thus official Protectorate news and posts from PRT-aligned heroes flowed in. There were other sites on the internet that followed and tracked cape news, but few capes visited them, so they never built much steam.
You'd read over as much as you could, both on PHO and in the library's archived newspapers. PHO is actually a good source for news, but it's relatively new, having only been around for three or four years, and there are a lot of smaller incidents in the Bay that either go unreported on the website, or were only tracked in some of the "Incident Megathreads" you don't have the time to read through today.
Still, you've learned quite a bit today. Some of which you wish you hadn't learned.
From what you've read, there are three "major" gangs in Brockton Bay. The Protectorate only officially recognizes two of them, naming specifically the East-Asian Coalition (unofficially referred to as the "ABB", the Azn Bad Boys, by some of the gang members, but that name hadn't caught on enough to be added to official reports) and the Empire- or Empire 88- as gangs engaging in criminal activity.
The political reality is as such;
The Empire's presence in Brockton Bay isn't as shaky as the Protectorate claims, but they're still far from the lofty heights they had presented in the Bay prior to the strife with Marquis, and then Leviathan's attack. They're a faction divided by internal strife, a civil war that had been formed with the death of the former leader of the faction, a man named 'Allfather'. Each of Allfather's children has claimed they are fit to rule the Empire, and the gang split in two between them.
Now, two factions of the Empire vie for supremacy within Brockton Bay's shores.
Kaiser, the elder son of the family, leads the faction still referred to as 'The Empire' by most of the populace. The man is noted to be extraordinarily charismatic, and you're inclined to agree, as much as you dislike it. He's charismatic enough that he's plastered most of the city's media outlets with Empire propaganda- radio channels, newspapers, even public advertisements. None of it is technically illegal, as the propaganda never uses hate speech- just preaches the "values of good, working-class families within the Bay and its surrounding area" and "struggling against the filth accumulated over centuries of Great American Progress", capitalization typically not included. It's effective, too. Nobody wants to believe that they're racist, but there are plenty of disadvantaged people in the Bay, and Kaiser prays upon their hopes and fears, furthering his own ends.
Beneath the Empire are a sundry list of capes. Purity, Fenja and Menja, Night and Fog, Crusader and Alabaster are amongst the ones mentioned most often; their powers are terrifying enough to let them hold their own against New Wave and PRT-aligned capes when they show up, and charges against his followers the few times the city's heroes have managed to arrest them have consistently fallen through. Purity is officially listed as a rogue as of a year and a half ago, but she has been noted as still being Empire-sympathetic, so you're listing her with the Empire still.
There are also a host of minor villains, often mercenaries hired temporarily to perform a specific duty, listed in there too, and then estimates of up to six hundred Empire-affiliated gang members. Surveys of Brockton Bay's citizens have found that near 20% of people living in the Bay sympathize with the Empire's position, too.
Iron Rain, the younger daughter of Allfather, leads the other, decidedly more violent faction of the Empire. If Kaiser's faction reminds you as much of a business as a gang, then Iron Rain's faction reminds you as much of the stories you've heard of the Italian Mafia as it does a typical gang. Iron Rain doesn't bother with things like advertising. No, she goes out and deals with the problem "effectively"- typically, by beating a bunch of black or Asian people senseless , and-slash-or extorting their businesses into bankruptcy. They're the only gang in town with confirmed murders to their name.
The presence of Iron Rain's Brotherhood is the other reason why the Protectorate never cracks down as heavily on the Empire. The Empire has denounced the Brotherhood as misguided and foolish, although you can't help but note that they never denounce the Brotherhood's goals, only their methods.
Beneath the Brotherhood lies a more extensive list of capes. Hookwolf is most prominent amongst them, one of the deadliest capes in Brockton Bay besides Iron Rain, Kaiser, Lung and Dauntless (the latter not having any crimes on public record, but you've seen videos of the man in action). Other long-term or significant members include Krieg, Victor (you wonder briefly at the name, but decide he's probably referencing victory, rather than not bothering with a codename), Othala, Rune, Cricket, and Stormtiger. Eight capes within a single faction, and Iron Rain and Hookwolf amongst them- it doesn't surprise you terribly much that the PRT has only made a few arrests over the years, and only gotten one to stick recently.
Luckily, the Brotherhood doesn't have as much of a political presence as the Empire does. They don't bother to advertise, so there are a lot fewer people willing to work with them and publicly affiliate themselves with them. The money they make mostly comes from extortion and illegal habits like gambling and underground fight clubs... or so you assume, though you've never really looked into the whole illegal scene.
And then... You grimace down at your notebook.
The Empire factions are bad enough, but you also have the East-Asian Coalition, this "ABB". Originally a wide variety of separate factions, many of them were originally at each other's throats. It wasn't until the arrival of Lung that they began to unify, and became a threat capable of fighting off the Empire- and the PRT. Sure, many of those gangs had had minor capes of their own affiliated with them, but Lung is a far more capable combatant than any of them, having once held off Brockton Bay's entire Protectorate force off for long enough for Oni Lee to extract him.
The ABB is a loose and disparate force largely held together by Lung's sheer force of presence, and the assistance of his demonic associate, Oni Lee. From what you can tell, the minor gangs that make up the East-Asian Coalition often hate being part of it, but there's not much they can do when Lung threatens to tear them apart if they don't do what he says. And, besides, they hate the Empire more than they do each other.
That's the scary thing about the ABB. Even the name isn't correct; they were branded the East-Asian Coalition back when it was still forming and Lung was focusing on the gangs with a heavy Japanese or Chinese presence, but nowadays it was comprised of all kinds of minorities. Many of them joined up specifically to take a stand against the Empire and all they stood for. And that's hard to take action against, because how are you supposed to tell minorities that they shouldn't stand up for themselves and their rights without coming off worse?
The PRT is largely willing to let them stand, because of that. They are willing to arrest any members of the ABB they come across actively in the process of committing crimes, but it's more important to dedicate their resources to taking down the two Empire factions. The ABB can always be dealt with afterwards, after all; and it will be much easier to do so then.
And then there are the heroes.
It kind of depresses you that this section is so much smaller.
The PRT, and with them the Protectorate, are strapped for assets. It's been that way since Leviathan attacked; a lot of the heroes that were previously assigned here were killed by the Endbringer, and it was deemed to not be worth it to send more heroes in on a permanent basis.
The Protectorate's forces in town consist of seven heroes, less even than the comprised forces of the Brotherhood. They're lead by Armsmaster, a notoriously skilled combatant noted on several of your searches for being one of the only Tinkers in the world to survive a close-range encounter with an Endbringer and emerge not only alive, but having wounded it. Beneath him is Miss Militia, who acts as his second-in-command and the public face of the PRT. And then there's Velocity, Assault, Battery, Triumph, and Dauntless.
The Protectorate spends most of their time publicly patrolling the downtown areas of the city city- not advertising where their patrol routes are, but making people aware of their presence as they do patrol- and assisting the PRT in providing shelters, resources and protection for disadvantaged citizens. The second is probably the most effective thing they're doing in the city, both in your own opinion and according to the newspapers you'd read, although PHO begged to differ, and differ for pages.
That alone isn't very effective, but that is where their cooperation with the other hero group in town comes in- New Wave.
The PRT is limited in what they can do within the city. All their funding comes from the PRT headquarters in New York, which in turn is headed by a board of directors advised by the Triumvirate. As such, they only have a limited amount of money they can throw at the problems in Brockton Bay- and thus there are only limited results they can bring in.
New Wave doesn't have that restriction, and it shows. They work together with a lot of business owners in town, securing donations for their charities and finding placements for people who have trouble securing work for whatever reason. They've opened up several free clinics in town, and even have Panacea visit them on a weekly basis. They offer legal representation, the opportunity to find work, counselling to overcome drug addictions, help with recovering from debt, and a lot more. They work closely with the PRT, allowing the PRT to send the people who seek the assistance of their shelters to better their lives with New Wave.
It's not a perfect system, but it's helping. The Empire's influence is spreading, but the PRT and New Wave are doing what they can to counter it.
There had been a few threads dedicated to individual capes, but you hadn't had much time to browse through them, only making it through the first few and last couple pages of two of them. Which reminds you- glancing at your watch, you immediately begin packing up the newspapers. You only have five minutes before you need to leave.
The only threads you'd been able to spend any time reading were Battery and Glory Girl's, the two threads closest to the top of the pages. You hadn't learned much- there was a description of their powers and a few photos, but nothing you didn't already know. There had been at least some interesting information in there, though.
Battery's page had been fairly boring, most of the information in there consisting of official reports and a lot of discussion of her relationship with Assault (blech). There had been a few images in there of her- including one you'd saved and e-mailed to yourself for later viewing, an image of Battery with her costume partially torn, revealing an expanse of stomach topped by the underside of a plain blue bra- but nothing exciting apart from that.
The only really interesting tidbit you'd learned was about Battery's patrolling habits. Officially, the Protectorate isn't supposed to favour any one organisation over another, preserving an unbiased image so everyone can believe that the Protectorate does their best to serve everyone's needs equally. Unofficially, it seems like Battery seems to spend a lot of her off-patrol times hanging around PRT-funded battered women's shelters. There was rampant speculation in her thread for half a page or so before the wrath of the mods descended and that line of discussion ended, but you tucked the information away for future use.
Glory Girl's page was a lot more exciting. It seems that her role as a local celebrity has attracted a lot of the more "enthusiastic" fans around, and Glory Girl, if anything, seems to encourage them. On the few pages you'd read, there were a lot of people drawing pictures of her and posting photographs they'd taken of her, or writing awestruck stories about how Glory Girl had single-handedly saved them from a group of Brotherhood members or helped rescue their families from burning buildings. Unfortunately, nothing dirty- you suppose that the mods clamped down much harder on sexual discussions of people under eighteen. Fair enough, for a public board.
There is actually a wealth of information on the girl and her family. New Wave did nothing to hide their identities, so there was a lot to discuss. A few shipping discussions, cut short when someone pointed out that she was already dating someone (one brave soul dared to suggest that maybe someone like Gregor could steal her away, but was promptly verbally torn to shreds both for suggesting that she would ever cheat on her boyfriend and for suggesting such a terrible ship). A long tangent about her favourite foods, ended when the girl herself interjected and noted that she has a fondness for cheesecake and tacoes, sending the thread wild for more than a page. An eleven-post tangent about the merits of dropping a car on people, sparked by a video of Glory Girl doing just that to Alabaster (the discussion, which was growing increasingly heated, ended when Brandish popped into the thread and told everyone that it had been Shielder's car, not a bystander's, and that Shielder had already reamed her over it).
The thing that intrigues you the most, though, is the mention of a weekly book club headed by the girl that met on Sundays. You have written down the time and date, noting that they met on Sundays at the upper floor of a small bookstore on the Boardwalk.
You don't even have to build yourself an in, you think with a pleased smile. You were looking for a book club to join a few weeks back anyway.
Emma's house looks just like you remember it. A two-storey affair similar to Madison's house, with a pleasant soft-green exterior and a neatly trimmed lawn. They've replanted the roses, you note- the last time you'd been here they were purple, while now one side of the garden has red roses, and the other side has yellow.
Rick's car is parked in their driveway. Madison must already be here.
Alan greets the two of you at the door, evidently having heard your car. He looks genuinely happy to see the two of you, and you can see Dad's face light up in a smile at the happiness he's exhibiting. Honestly, it makes you feel like a bit of a jerk for not wanting to come earlier.
You peer around the house. It feels colder, a little more sterile than it did the last time you visited. You can't quite place why.
"Taylor," Alan says, his smile growing a little more. "It's nice to see you again. She's grown, hasn't she, Danny?"
"That she has," Dad replies. "Five foot, what, seven?"
"Eight," you reply, giving him a disgruntled look. He just smiles cheekily in response, jostling your shoulder. Alan chuckles at the interaction.
"Emma's up in her room with Madison," he tells you easily. You can't quite describe the feeling that sentence invokes in you. A mix of trepidation at the thought of seeing Emma, anticipation at the thought of seeing Madison again, and heady arousal at the image of Emma in her bedroom. Soon, you silently promise yourself. "Why don't you head on up there and say hello?"
"Okay." You try to give a nonchalant shrug at that, hoping he can't see your eagerness in the action, or the hesitation in your steps as you begin to climb the staircase and head to Emma's room. Honestly, all these stairs leading to your girls rooms' are going to kill you.
Once you're out of sight of Alan, you stop for a moment, reaching out with your power. You can feel Madison immediately- the arousal pooling in you grows stronger as you feel her lust, still strong enough after your last encounter that you can taste it from here, and her submission brimming beneath it. The sensation is exquisite.
Emma is much more muted- you have to actively search for her presence to feel it at all. There's a whole lot of boredom in there, some apathy, some disdain, some frustration, some anger- all the emotions you've come to expect from your former friend. Some cruelty, some loneliness, all directed at you. And- there, running beneath them all; a low, humming thread of lust, twined already around a weak band of loyalty stretching to you. Unexpected, although it's not strong enough to have led to anything in the past.
Before you even walk into the room, you begin tugging on her loyalty. You're not gentle about it, not at all. You need to make a good impression now, if you're going to make any progress tonight.
You wait in the hallway, stomach writhing with nerves, for nearly five minutes as you wait for your power to really take root. You can feel the loyalty in her growing, slower than you'd like, but- good enough.
Madison breaks into a smile the second she sees you step into the room, and you can see she's restraining herself from leaping up and giving you a hug. You have no such compunctions, being able to actually feel Emma's emotional state, and pull her into a hug the moment you sit beside her. Her face turns beet red and she buries her face in your neck, but she eagerly returns it. For a moment, you're tempted to pull her up into your lap again (she's wearing actual pants today, so you don't have to worry about revealing anything to Emma if you do so), but you refrain- Emma's cruelty just spiked up again, tempered only by you giving a sharp tug on her loyalty. You can't afford to push Emma quite that far just yet. Soon.
Emma narrows her eyes at the two of you. "So that's why," she says roughly.
Madison wringes her hands nervously behind your back for a moment, before lifting your shirt slightly and placing both her cool hands on your bare back, seeming to derive some comfort from the physical contact with you. "Obviously," she fires back, voice muffled through your shirt. She doesn't turn to look at the other girl.
"Well," Emma says. She probably intended the phrase to sound cruel, but her cruelty is already subsiding as you tug on her loyalty again and again, sharp pulls intended to bring it to the forefront as soon as you can. "I see."
You give her a dry, amused smile when she trails off after that, looking a little lost. You don't blame her, though. Her emotions are all a tangled ball of frustration and self-loathing, all rolled up with anger and cruelty. Making them subside as you are is probably leaving her feeling more than a little lost.
Honestly, you're probably doing her a favour by manipulating her like this.She's going to feel so much happier under your thrall.
You wait a few moments for the loyalty to grow a bit stronger- long enough for it to have buried the sharpest thorns of the cruelty- before you pull Madison completely up onto your lap, where she snuggles into you with a contented sigh. Lust pulses through her, and you almost lick and suck her neck before you remember Emma is still in the room with you.
"You two seem happy together," Emma says neutrally.
Emma's emotions are complicated. The words bring up a lot of emotions, and you have to sharply tug on her loyalty again to get them to subside. Anger, cruelty, pain, loss, regret. You're actually a little curious, now. Up until now, you've only been able to feel anger and cruelty from her. Was this buried beneath all that? What had caused all this? Had Emma always felt this way, or did something happen to her?
Madison finally lifts her face from your neck, turning to face Emma with a determined expression. "Yeah," she says defiantly. "What of it?"
"Nothing," Emma replies dully. "I was just- never mind." Another pang of loss, quickly buried with another pull on her loyalty.
Your girl glares defiantly at her for a moment longer before turning back to face you, eyes pleading. You give her a quick kiss, but aren't quite willing to go any further- there's enough faint lust in Emma that you're fairly sure she won't storm out of the room in disgust at the first kiss, but you're going to have to pull her lust up if you want her to watch anything serious.
With an exaggeratedly pained sigh, Madison falls limply back against you, laying one cheek on your collarbone and looking up at you. She still hasn't removed her hands from beneath your shirt, so- releasing Emma's loyalty for the first time since you stepped in the room, and giving a quick, sharp tug on her lust- you slip your hands beneath her own. Madison shivers deliciously against you, and you can't help but tilt your head down to press a kiss against her cheek.
For a moment, you pause and evaluate. Emma's emotions are still a tangled, complicated ball, and you're going to have to deal with that at some point, but for now... Well, you're not going to get the opportunity to deal with that if you don't get her to open up enough to have some fun first, and her darker emotions are getting blunted right now.
Madison's content enough snuggling in your lap that you feel safe in leaving her for a second, focusing your attention (but not your eyesight) on Emma.
For the next few minutes, you concentrate on slowly teasing Emma's lust to the forefront. It's easier to bring her lust up than it was her loyalty, since they were loosely tied together, but with it come a host of messy issues. You have to keep dropping it and tugging on her loyalty to bury them again, unless you want to her to associate being lusty with being cruel to her- and, yeah, there's absolutely no way you want that to happen.
Finally, you've brought it up enough that Emma's feeling it- feeling enough that her face is faintly flushed as her gaze darts between the two of you and the pictures hanging on her wall, at least. You keep pressing on it, taking care to alternate between lust and loyalty, but the other emotions are being dampened more and more, slipping down as you manipulate Emma's mind.
You're still careful as you slip one hand out from beneath Madison's shirt and use it to gently lift her chin, though. You don't want to spook Emma- just associate her growing lust with your activities with Madison.
Madison's lips are soft and compliant. She opens her mouth the second you brush your tongue against her lips, meeting yours in a slow, lazy kiss. You can feel the arousal in her as she returns the kiss- literally, in that you can feel her lust, and figuratively, in that you can feel her restraining herself from grinding on your thigh- but she matches your pace, reigning in her own growing lust to match the pace you set. You should reward her for being a good girl, later. Maybe tomorrow.
Across the room, you let your eyes flicker from Madison's closed eyelids to Emma as you take Madison's tongue into your mouth and gently suck on it. Emma's pretending not to watch, but when Madison shudders, she can't help but glance over, causing her already red cheeks to darken further. She quickly looks away again, but you can see her glancing over on occasion out of the corner of her eyes.
You're careful not to push it too far. You've pushed down her bitchy nature for now, and started associating her lust with you, but there's only so far you can clamp down on her emotions. If you do anything that could freak her out right now, her thorns will come back with a vengeance, and you'll set your progress back for the rest of the night.
So you take care not to get Madison too worked up at first. It works, and you don't even need to use your power on her- she responds willingly to your gentle touches and caresses, only occasionally letting out a soft, breathy moan when you move from her mouth to briefly kiss her jawline or drag your teeth lightly across her neck.
She's well aware of Emma's presence- you can see her occasionally opening her eyes and chancing a glance at the other girl- but you aren't feeling any hesitance from your girl at all, so either she doesn't care, or it's actually encouraging her. She spends most of her time either closing her eyes and focusing on you, or staring into your gaze with lidded eyes as you break away for air.
Madison's hands creep slowly higher up your shirt as you continue the kiss. This time, it's you who shivers; you go to stop her, but when your hands touch her arms, she pulls back from the kiss and gives you an adorable pout.
When she looks at you like that, sitting on your lap with her lower lip jutting out and trembling- you'd have to be heartless to deny her that, no matter how unsexy you think your tiny breasts are.
You take a moment to feel for Emma with your power anyway. You haven't been actively paying attention, but you've been softly tugging away. Now, you can feel the powerful undercurrent of lust rising through her. Her other emotions are still there- you're pretty sure the self-recrimination you can feel in there is going to rise when you're not around to suppress it- but you suspect that if you were to feel her panties right now, they would be damp. Not that you're stupid enough to try anything of the sort... yet.
Soon, maybe.
Madison's breath hitches as she pulls your shirt up over your head and places it to the side, revealing your bare chest to her. She stares at it for a moment, before looking up at you with a pleading look on her face.
You almost cream your panties then and there when you realize what she's waiting for. You give her a rough kiss before doing anything, catching her lip between your teeth and biting it hard enough to cause her to whimper.
Then, when you pull back from the kiss and her gaze drops back down to your chest, you look over at Emma. She's watching you, all traces of disgust washed from her face. Her knees are clenched hard together, but she's watching your face, her brow knitted together. You attempt to memorize everything about this scene- the sweet smell of Madison, the warm feeling of her in your arms, the puff of her warm breath on your nipples, the way Emma catches her lower lip between her teeth as she watches you.
Then, you stare Emma in the eyes as, for the first time in your life, you give Madison an order- "Lick them." And she obeys without even thinking about it.
You've played with your breasts before, of course. They're sensitive- small breasts usually are- but there's really not much to them. Most of the time, you don't even bother to wear a bra; you have nothing to support, and your nipples are small enough that even when they're hard (which has been a lot, lately), they're not very noticeable through a thin shirt, and are completely hidden behind the jackets you like to wear.
If you'd known how fantastic it would feel to have Madison's tongue running over them, though, you would never have complained.
Madison is clearly new at this, but she gives it her best. She seems to take a particular pleasure in licking you in just the right places to cause your breath to hitch, and teases you by focusing on those places- the undersides of your breasts, your aerola, the skin between your breasts- and occasionally takes a moment to move over, instead sucking your nipples into her mouth, then releasing them and blowing cool air on them. Your grip tightens on her shoulders whenever she does the last, causing you to feel her mouth widen into a grin against your bare skin.
As Madison continues her work, you keep your gaze focused on Emma in a silent challenge. She doesn't back down, continuing to stare at you, although occasionally her gaze trails down to look at your devoted little sub suckling on your bare breasts before hurriedly snapping back up to your face.
Unfortunately, that's as far as you can push your little game tonight.
You regretfully push Madison's head away from her chest when you hear the creaking sounds of someone walking up the staircase, reaching over to pull your shirt back on. Madison lets out a little mewl as you hide her new favourite toys from her, a sound that makes Emma shiver a little even as she pretends not to watch.
"Sorry, Maddy," you say with a husky voice. Her eyes darken at the newly-bestowed nickname, but she reluctantly climbs off at you and smooths down her shirt as she hears the footsteps approaching. Even Emma turns around, still pretending at reluctance, although by this time, you're so deep in her emotions that you can feel the thread of disappointment when she sees you and Madison are once again sitting beside each other, no longer even hugging.
Alan rounds Emma's door, either not noticing or dismissing the red faces of Emma and Madison. You were careful not to muss up Madison's hair this time, as you did before your dinner with her family, so hopefully he'll dismiss her red face as being embarassed. "Dinner's ready!" he exclaims excitedly. "Rick cooked for us tonight," he adds helpfully when he notices none of you look excited.
You can actually feel the excitement bubbling up in Emma at those words, but nonetheless she tries for indifference when she responds. "Oh, did he?" she asks, staring coolly up at the ceiling. "That was nice of him."
A smirk flits across Alan's face. Yeah, he's not buying it any more than you are.
"It's roast chicken tonight," he says, waving his hands as though wafting a smell towards her. "Chiiicken, Emma, you know you looove chicken."
She rockets to her feet so fast you're afraid she may have sprained an ankle hitting the floor. "Daddy!" she hisses, glancing momentarily towards you and Madison. "Stop it, you're embarassing me!"
"Well, soooo-rry," he drawls mock-sympathetically. "Danny's setting the table now, so come down in a minute or two." With his message delivered, he turns and walks away, shooting yourself and Madison a quick wink as he does so.
"Ugh," she groans. Seeing Madison open her mouth with a teasing smile, she holds up a finger. "Not a word!"
You just grin at her. Her expression doesn't even sour when she sees it.
The dinner goes well. Emma refuses to speak a word to you throughout it, but for once, not out of cruelty- her face just flushes red every time she looks at you, and whatever words she had on her lips dies. You can't even content yourself by playing with Madison- it feels cruel to toy with her so soon after she devoted herself so eagerly to you. Maybe tomorrow.
It's over far too soon. You pull Madison aside into the darkened sunroom on the other side of the hall as Dad stands in the kitchen, saying his goodbyes to everyone and making promises about holding dinner again soon.
You're no longer surprised when she melts immediately into your arms as you pull her into an embrace, finding her usual snuggling position against your neck.
She holds on to you for a long minute before pulling away slightly, looking up at you with a hesitant expression on her face.
"Did I do good today?" she asks quietly. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to do that in front of Emma, but you seemed... and she didn't say anything, so..."
You press an affectionate kiss to her nose, causing her to grin reluctantly. "Don't worry, Madison," you murmur. "You did perfect, and not just with Emma. You did a good job today. You're a good girl."
You probably shouldn't be surprised when you have to pry open her arms after that when Dad calls, leaving her pouting after you with a bright expression in her eyes.
Emma still hasn't said a word to you, but even when you leave, you can still feel the threads of lust and loyalty pounding strong through her. They're going to fade somewhat overnight, and she's going to be dealing with self-recrimination for some time to come, but those feelings aren't going to fade entirely, and she's going to remember how good she felt watching you and Madison together.
It's a good base to work from. It's going to take work for you to push her as far half as far as you have Madison, but at least now you know- it is possible for you to influence her the same way.
Still, though, that's a project for another day, not tonight. You sink down into your bed almost as soon as you arrive home at ten, hands falling between your legs almost as quickly as you can pull your covers over you. Images float through your head, images of Emma's enraptured face, of Madison's devoted smile, and it doesn't take you long to cum as you think about what tonight felt like, how good it felt to order Madison around as Emma watched, unable to speak or move as you nearly fucked Madison on her bed-
At least in your fantasy, you conclude in your head once the afterglow of your orgasm fades and you're left panting with a sticky wetness along your thighs.
You roll over, not bothering to slide your panties back on, and try to fall asleep as plans for tomorrow- the final day of your long weekend- whirl through your head.
Tomorrow, you think, you'll spend the day...
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