This work is inspired by "My Reward" by Azil.
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Things were heating up toward the second week of May, and by that I mean that, this being Texas, we were rapidly entering heat wave territory. The pool was getting a lot of use, both from the family and from Sarah's highschool friends (including Ben whom she was definitely not dating). I heard about this mostly second hand, as I spent the middle of May staying away from my original family, as I still couldn't stop seeing Sarah naked and writhing in pleasure as she rode me every time I looked at her. Sharon certainly wasn't objecting to my using her hard and often to help distract from these thoughts.
Aside from work, Beth was barely leaving her house. She had gotten even wilder since I gave her Carol, and I was getting a bit concerned. If Carol hadn't been self repairing, some of the crazier things Beth had tried with them might be a concern. I had even given her a private customizable playroom (which she insisted on calling a dungeon) to use with her slave (as she insisted on calling them). I was beginning to think giving her a perfectly obedient, effectively immortal plaything might have been a bad idea.
Everyone was busy with final exams right up to the week before highschool graduation; the last week was more for club events, parties, etc. Once exams were finally over, Sharon and I insisted Cassie and Elizabeth set aside Monday night after dinner for a 'family activity' (which they lightly grumbled about, Elizabeth in particular complaining she was "finally free" and wanted to go out).
After dinner, the door bell rang. "It's for you," Cassie yelled back into the house after answering.
"Tom, Sharon, good to meet you," the pair at the door said, shaking our hands. Never mind that Yusuke and Yvonne had known me for years along with Charlie; tonight I was Sharon's husband, a completely different person who just happened to look, talk, and act exactly the same, and also happened to be named Tom Mallory.
"Thanks for coming," Sharon said, greeting them warmly.
"Happy to help," Yvonne said warmly as we led them into the living room.
"Girls, could you come out here," I called into the house. Elizabeth had gone to mope in her room after eating, and now came out looking annoyed.
"Elizabeth, you are going to be going to college soon, so we figured there were some things we needed to go over beforehand. This is Yusuke and Yvonne Hamada. They are tutors."
"I finished all my tests already," Elizabeth put in testily. "Kinda late. Are you sure I can't go to a party?"
"Not that kind of tutors..." Sharon began to say, ignoring her request.
"Better to just get it out there," Yususke interjected. "Yvonne and I are sex tutors. We are here to teach you how to fuck."
Yup, that's right. Yvonne and Yusuke were now part-time, fully licensed and certified (by the county teaching board) Sex Tutors. You could book them to come over and teach your kids (18 and older) how to fuck, or just get them in for Kama Sutra lessons or the like. Normally this would have resulted in the girls freaking out, but I had tweaked things just a bit ahead of time.
"Why am I here? I have had boyfriends before..." Cassie objected, to the idea of needing sex tutors, not the existence of them, which she took as completely fine.
"Briefly. It didn't go well. Any of the times," Sharon countered.
"Well yeah, but..."
"And your sister is a virgin," she continued. "They are mainly here for her, so we figured maybe they could help you too while they are at it."
"You know there is this thing called the internet, right?" Elizabeth whined.
"If you think the internet is a good way to learn about this, then you are sadly mistaken," I replied. "The stuff you see there is completely staged and unrealistic."
"We have classes about this already," Elizabeth continued.
"The classes are just about safety," I said. "Sure you know the mechanics, but you don't have the skills. Theoretical vs applied knowledge."
"When you get boyfriend, you will thanks us for doing this for you," Sharon put in firmly. Elizabeth mumbled a bit. "What was that?"
"I said I have a boyfriend already," she said more clearly.
"You do?" Sharon asked, eyebrow raised. "And when were we going to hear about this? Have you been sneaking out to fool around? You said those times you came home late were swimming practice! How far have you gone? Have you been careful? Oh my god do I need to get you a pregnancy test!?" she continued, voice rising.
"NO. No fooling around. And it WAS swim practice," she continued, shaking her head. "Just maybe staying a bit late hanging out by the pool..." Sharon gave her a hard look. "I was going to introduce you at graduation. I didn't want it to be this big thing while we were busy with the testing and all. I had too much work to do to deal with the freak out I clearly correctly anticipated."