He Did Authorise Extreme Measures

Dad needs son's help with injured stepmother.

Dad abandons injured wife for a work conference, and orders son to babysit her and use extreme measures if he must.

This is a progression story that takes place over a very unusual week.

A special thanks to ChiefHal for helping to proofread and ensuring the story is in decent shape.

He did authorise Extreme Measures

Chapter 1 - Monday

I'd just completed my second year at university and was looking forward to a week off, before my summer job started, when I got a call from my dad. What he asked for annoyed me, but I knew being pissy about it was a waste of time. My stepmother had been in a car accident and hurt her hands recently. He had a week-long conference and needed me to help Lilly around the house.

Why he waited until the last minute to tell me, was typical of him. But he sounded stressed, and I appreciated his financial support, while a student. So, I threw a few things in a backpack and drove over, only to find him in the driveway. Virtually tapping his foot in impatience. Hey, he'd only just told me. I could have been out or away with friends.

"I thought her injuries weren't that bad?" I said, as I stepped from the car.

Her brakes had failed, and the crash broke her thumbs and hurt the first two fingers on each hand. I'd visited her in the hospital with a get-well card and flowers to see her hands wrapped up.

"They're not. She can manage most things herself. It's the drugs she's on. Something experimental and new that is supposed to accelerate healing by up to 20%. But the side effects are; well, not good."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. What are they? Nausea?"

He shook his head. Paused to think, then explained.

"They make her extremely libidinous."

"As in..." I smirked and his eyes sparkled. "I bet you're loving that."

Dad grinned, like a boy given the keys to the candy store. Before turning serious again.

"But that's why I need you here." I frowned, and he realised he needed to explain more. "Under normal circumstances, more than a few days is too long for her."

That was something I didn't want to know.

"And a week is a stretch. The pills make her high, a bit loopy, and..."

"Horny?" I blurted out and regretted it, as he scowled.

"I suppose...it's accurate. They hit her quickly, but less than an hour after she takes the pills, she's out like a light for three hours or more. I worry she'll do something she'll regret while not herself."

"She'd never cheat on you, dad."

Something I was far less certain of with dad. He'd cheated on my mum more than once that led to their divorce.

"Are you saying you've never done something you shouldn't have, when you're under the influence of booze?"

"So, you really want me to babysit her. What am I supposed to do if she tries to leave? Tackle her to the ground and tie her up?"

"If that's what it takes."

"I was joking."

"I'm not. I'm serious. You have my permission to use extreme measures."

I crossed my arms over my chest, and gave dad a look that demanded more.

"OK, look. Perhaps I'm a bit paranoid about this, because of my own activities in the past. But your mother..."

"Stepmother." I corrected, but he ignored me.

"Has fantasies that are kind of dark and I worry that a lack of judgement, and excess libido, will cause her to do something she'll regret. I'm serious about letting you use extreme measures."

Dad was genuinely worried, and while I was sure he was overreacting, I thought it was better to humour him.

"Does she know?"

"I said you'd be staying to help around the house. Run errands for her and open stiff jar lids."

"Fine," I said, with exaggerated resignation.

I grabbed my backpack and saw him drive off, from the front door, then headed into the house.

Chapter 2

The house had a built-in garage on the left of the front door, and my old room was beyond that. In the corner of the house was the bathroom that could be accessed both from the master bedroom and the rest of the house. Along the back wall was the master bedroom. Leaving the main body of the house an open plan living space with a kitchen and breakfast bar.

Lilly was sitting on a tall stool and awkwardly flicking through a magazine. She looked over and gave me a nod. We were polite, but not that close. I resented her a little, even if she wasn't the reason my parents split. But just a reminder of that. It was also a little weird, that the age difference between us, was less than that between her and dad.

I'd been eager to move out, as the soundproofing of the house was poor and I hated hearing them going at it. OK, I accepted that they would make love, but it always drew images in my head; imagining what they were doing. And getting hard, imagining her naked, was bad. She was a great-looking woman. Almost boyish short dark hair, but her body was very feminine.

I moved to my old room to dump my bag and groaned, as I saw it full of her art supplies. She had a habit of throwing herself into some new hobby or another.

"Sorry, your dad never said he'd invited you to stay."

"He never told me either," I replied.

I dumped my bag on the L shaped couch. Realising I'd probably have to sleep there.

"Did he say why you're here?"

"Yep. Opener of difficult jars, grocery runner and wiper of stubborn bottoms." I joked.

She held up her hands and wiggled her ring and little fingers.

"Not quite, but not far off. And the rest?"

Any subterfuge was pointless, so I nodded.

"Christ!" she blurted and tossed the magazine away.

"I'm here to make sure your chastity belt is well oiled."

She barked out a harsh laugh. "If he had one, I'm sure he'd have used it. It's not like his record is..." She bit off what she'd been about to say.

"Sorry about your room," she said instead.

"It's OK, I'll sleep on the couch. How are you doing otherwise?"

We chatted for a while about what she could and couldn't do for herself. She could manage a lot of things, but I'd need to cut up her food. And she showed me her special Spork, with a thick foam handle to grip with her last two fingers.

Around 2pm I offered to make us sandwiches, and she sighed and got her pills from her room. Tossing me the bottle and asked for two and a glass of water. Opening the bottle, I shook two out.

"Christ, these things are huge." I said. "Are you sure they aren't suppositories?"

Lilly looked aghast and snatched the bottle. Holding it between her two palms and scanning the label. Then burst out laughing.

"Only joking."

"I'm surprised you can swallow them," I said incautiously.

"You'd be surprised what I can get down my throat." She gave me a cheeky wink. "But I'll need half a glass of water to wash them down. Pop the pills on my tongue and pour the water in quickly."

I managed to splash some water on her face and blouse. But she swallowed them way more easily than I could.

"Now we're on the clock. They kick in fast. I think that's why the pills are so big. The 'side effects' make me feel high, then giggly and..." she paused, wondering how to phrase it. "Look, we're both grownups and you need to understand. Your dad said you had a kitten as a boy, and your mum didn't want her spayed, until she came into heat that first time.

"Then it was yowling and restless. I feel like that. Unfortunately, when I was a little younger than you, my boyfriend was a low-level pot dealer. So, pot and sex are conjoined in my head. I warn you; I'm probably going to get super crabby as the frustration escalates."

"But I'll try to keep out of your way. I'll go to my room, but don't let me sleep past 6 pm. Otherwise I'll not sleep tonight."

"Do the side effects go away completely?"

"No, but when my head clears, I should be able to restrain myself."

She had a sad look on her face, as she shut her door, and I felt bad for her. Having to cloister herself away, like she was a leper, just because of a pill. A wave of irritation hit me, that my dad was so unfeeling about this. His wife needed him, and he wasn't there. Thinking about work was more important than the woman he claimed to love.

Scratching the back of my head, I wondered what to do. At home, and at a loose end, I might put some porn on my laptop or phone. But not a good idea now. Then I remembered an old gaming console that we'd boxed up in the garage, when I'd moved out. Knowing dad, it would still be there.

Playing old games was kinda fun, but it dragged up old memories of mum, before dad fucked up. Around 4 pm I checked what was in the fridge and decided on a chicken curry, with poppadoms and mango chutney. Making the sauce from scratch was time consuming, but not difficult.

Mum was a great cook and when I was small, she taught me to make cakes and biscuits [cookies]. As I got older, I extended into full meals, and it was a surprise that dad still kept a full spice rack. Probably a remnant from living with mum. From memory, Lilly's talents were not kitchen based. Dad had been like a horny teenager when Lilly moved in.

Chapter 3

"That smells good." Lilly said, and I jumped. Too engrossed in what I was doing, to hear her come from her room.

I looked over to see her dressed in a robe. She looked shattered. Her eyes were puffy and red, as if she'd been crying.

"You look rough." I said without tact. "Sorry."

"It's OK, I know. Unconsciousness is different from proper sleep. And..." she shook her head. "I need a glass of wine."

"Is that ok with the pills?"

"Yes, I'd have not let your dad talk me into the experimental treatment otherwise."

I reached for a glass, then paused as she shook her head and held up her strapped-up hands. Then she looked embarrassed.

"Don't laugh." she said and pointed to another cupboard.

I opened it and grinned. Inside was an adult 'Sippy' cup. Plastic with a waterproof lid with a built-in straw. Trying not to smirk, I poured out the wine and handed her the cup.

The chicken tikka masala was an immense success and held a depth of flavour, without being too hot. We sat and watched some TV, until she said she was going back to bed at about 9 pm. Hoping she'd get some proper sleep, but she doubted it.

I turned down the volume on the TV and made a mental note; to get an extension cable to plug in my headphones, so I could watch it without disturbing Lilly. About an hour later, I got ready for bed and slipped between the sheets on the sofa and grumbled about how uncomfortable it was. Dad had bought it, as he thought it was stylish, but that was all it was.

I woke to a sound and a blinding light. Only to blink and realise it was just the light from the fridge. Looking at my phone, showed it was just after midnight. Lilly stood in front of the open door, looking for some midnight snack. It had to be hard, fasting for 12 hours before she could take her pills.

She moved to one side, and I saw she was wearing one of dad's t-shirts. It barely covered her arse and the cool air from the fridge proved there was no bra underneath. Her nipples stood out proudly.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" She asked.

"It's OK. How are you feeling?"

"Awful. It's like my whole body is itchy. I'm exhausted, but my brain feels hyped up on caffeine. And what I'm thinking about is not great."

She came over and flopped down on the couch, near where I lay. I quickly sat up to avoid the temptation to look up her t-shirt, I spoke.

"OK, we're both grownups here, so I think we should be open and honest with each other if I'm going to help. As you can imagine, talking about this with my step-mum isn't exactly easy. I'd rather stick my hand in the fire than pry into you and dad's sex life."

She smiled and nodded.

"Dad said more than a few days is too long for you..."

"And that's under normal circumstances." she interjected.

"He goes away to these conventions a few times a year. Don't you have a toy as a fall back?"

"Or course. But..." She held up her hands. "I can't grip it properly. I can't even hold the shower head."

I frowned and then she spread her legs. Giving me a view of a heck of a lot of her inner thigh as she mimed moving the shower head over her pussy.

"Oh, right." My mind was scrambling for a solution. "How about we head to a sex shop tomorrow to get you something more hands free?"

"Really?"

"Dad did say extreme measures."

"Thanks," Lilly lunged towards me and hugged me.

Which was awkward, as I was only in my boxer shorts, and she only had a thin t-shirt on. Her bare leg pressed against me.

"Can I ask another favour? Can you come to bed with me?"

"Pardon," I asked, averting my eyes from her breasts, as she stood.

"I didn't mean that. I'd just like you to hold me until I go to sleep. Your dad holds me, and it calms me down."

"OK," I said, standing and reaching for a t-shirt.

As I started to pull it on, I saw Lilly staring at me.

"What?"

"Sorry, I was daydreaming about the opposite of you getting dressed."

She flashed me a sad smile and headed to her room. I followed and watched her slip into bed. Something about getting into her bed made things feel weird for me. So, I lay on top of the covers and snuggled up behind her. She pulled my hand over her stomach and thanked me again.

"You know this is all your dad's fault."

"I still can't believe he isn't here for you."

"Not just that, all of it. Last year he got a recall notice for the brakes on my car. All he had to do was fill in a few forms, and the repair would be free. He procrastinated and I could have died. He was also the one who insisted I take the experimental pills, rather than the regular ones; wanting me to get back to work, a week or two earlier. It's not like we need the money that badly." She added a hint more heat. "And..." she hesitated. Twisting her head as if to look back at me. "And I don't want to say anything that will make you think less of your dad."

"He lost any high regard he might have expected from me when he cheated on my mum. Abandoning you like this pushes him lower still."

"It's worse than that. He did it again!"

I frowned and waited for her to explain.

"About a year ago, wait, it must have been exactly a year ago. He went to a convention. As usual, we were at it like bunnies before he left, and normally we'd swap some sexts while he was away. Then be all over each other when he got home. Only this time he comes home saying he's coming down with a cold and doesn't even kiss me.

"And I specifically remember offering him a special mommies and daddies kiss..." She made a BJ gagging sound. I chuckled and so did she.

"There was no way I'd get his cold from a blowjob. I love giving them, and he'd never refused before. About 5 days later, he comes home, and he's all over me. So, I would have forgotten all about it. A few weeks later, I had some issues with my bank card and fraudulent transactions. So, I went through all the transactions on all our cards.

"I came across an odd one on your dad's card and it turned out to be a clinic. When I looked them up, they specialised in STD testing."

"Fuck! What did you do?"

"Nothing. I was angrier with myself. He had a history of that, and I'd foolishly thought he'd not do it with me."

I had to agree. There was no way I'd be unfaithful with someone like Lilly at home.

"So, you didn't confront him?"

"I thought about it and you're gonna call me foolish, but I love him. I love this place and our lives together for the most part. I'm not some starry-eyed virgin who thinks we're soulmates. We both had lovers before. But it still hurts. I might be paranoid, but I think him dragging you over here is because he feels guilty. As he's planning to do it again."

The language that ran through my head to describe my dad would have earned me a slap around the back of the head from my real mum.

"I'm sorry to blurt this out." She added.

"It's OK, well, obviously it's not. But you need someone to vent to and sometimes awkward stuff like this just hangs in the air between friends."

"Thanks, I feel better having said it aloud. But I'm shattered and need to sleep now."

In less than 10 minutes, her breathing became slow and regular. I'd give it another 5 minutes before returning to the couch. Although the bed was a darn sight more comfortable than the couch. The softness of the bed and the calming breathing of my step-mum lulled me into sleep. I awoke disoriented and confused by the sleeping body next to me. Falling asleep on mum's bed wasn't that bad, was it? The question had barely formed when I realised an issue.

When I'd fallen asleep, my hand had been resting on her stomach. Now it rested squarely over a breast. OK, it was through a thick duvet, but even so. Then I realised another thing. I'd woken needing the bathroom and, as any guy knows, that is usually preceded by an erection.

Which, at that moment, was pressed against her arse. Again, there was the duvet, but it was harder to explain that away than my hand moving in my sleep. I inched back and heard a sleepy sound of disappointment from Lilly. Was she awake?

I got up, but she seemed sound asleep. Perhaps she was just hyper aware of erections because of the pills? Anyway, I used the bathroom and returned to the couch. Tossing and turning again at its uncomfortable nature.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, I lurched up as Lilly was leaning over me.

"Are we going for that toy?" she said eagerly.

"Can I wake up first?" I grumbled, stumbling from the couch towards the bathroom.

It was only after I closed the door on her grinning face did I realise she'd seen the tent in my boxer shorts. I sighed, but there was nothing I could do about that now. Still, it was better than knowing it had been pressed hard against her arse.

After I dressed, I was about to make a coffee when I saw Lilly was agitated. When I asked why, she said she would kill for a coffee but couldn't have any until after her pills. So, I took pity and only had some OJ.

"Where is the shop?" she asked.

"I've no idea..." Her face fell. "But I'm sure I can google for one."

Chapter 4 - Tuesday

Despite it being only just after 9 am, Lilly was in a hurry to head out and I paused at the car door. Looking her over and seeing her braless in a vest top. Her nipples were clearly on display.

"Do you want to cover up more?" I asked.

She didn't even need to look down to know what I was talking about.

"I can't fasten a bra myself. So, unless you want to put one on me and remove it when we get home?" she asked cheekily. "Actually, I like going around like this. And so does your dad. Going around knowing people are looking makes me feel good."

"Even around me?" I asked and regretted it.

She got in the car and brought her shoulders and upper arms forward to press her breasts together for emphasis.

"I know it's wrong, but the fact you're my stepson makes it naughtier and more exciting. Besides, if this is all you see this week, I'd be surprised."

Trying to block out the possibilities, I started the engine and pulled out of the drive. It took nearly an hour to find the shop, as there was no signage outside. I parked and turned to Lilly.

"Can you do it?" she asked.

"Me? How do I know what you want? Why can't you go?"

"I don't want anyone seeing me."

I looked around, but the parking lot was pretty empty. Rather than argue, I'd see what I could find and could always come back to ask her opinion. I chuckled as I thought, 'so is a ten-incher big enough?'

The shop was a 20-foot square box with no windows. Each wall was lined with racks and shelving, while a few mannequins modelled underwear. At the counter near the door, sat a girl a few years older than me. Dark nails, eye shadow and multiple piercings. She gave me a bored look.