Cheryl had read about something on a story site some five years ago, and had wondered if it were possible to design a machine that could, and would, m...ke it a solo effort, no-one helping or knowing what had happened. She spent several months working on the logistics, before even starting to work on the design itself. It had to be multi functional, and it had to be computer programmable. After all, once she stepped into it, control would pass to the machine. She really did have to make sure that. So, I asked Pam to come over the very next night, yes, I was eager to get things going and, in addition to getting my brother set with Pam, I was going to Robin's house on Friday to do her brother. Oh, was my pussy excited.But first, it was my brother's turn. Brock was the youngest of all our brothers, just a year older than me at fifteen. I was pretty sure he'd never had any kind of sex, after all, he'd hardly been on any dates so far. But I had found a couple of pairs of my panties in his. I lifted the cover from the heavy pot and confirmed that the aroma was lamb. My favorite. In the other pot was mashed potatoes and kale. We didn’t have kale. We didn’t have lamb. I put the lid back on the pot and rushed to the refrigerator and openedthe door. Somebody had done the shopping. I didn’t care what it had cost, and how many people he had hired to do it. I wanted Paul like I had never wanted him before. More than I had on our honeymoon. I wandered up to our bedroom in a state of shock. David loomed over her and said in his most masterful voice, “Won’t say or don’t know?”Yvonne cowered and then her obstinacy came to the fore, “What’s it got to do with you? You’re not my dad.”“You accused me of being the father of your baby just now, so if I say ‘marry me and come and live in this house’, what would your answer be? Before you say anything I would want the only vow you make to be to ‘obey’. Forget all the ‘love and cherish’ bit. The ‘forsaking all other’ I can ensure myself by.