A Father’s Struggle 26 – Braxter (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

I let my *neighbor* stand in my doorway as she obviously processed the information she was given while I checked her out.

My *neighbor*, Riley Braxter, stood roughly 5’3” though with her expensive heels gave her another three inches. She had nice curves as her tight red designer dress hugged her body giving me good *ideas* of her body.

Her long blonde hair that ran down to her ass.

Every thing about her screamed *I HAVE EXPENSIVE TASTES*. Well that and made me think *why* would someone dress up that way for coffee?

And right now her jaw was still hanging as she blinked.

I smiled, “Coffee *neighbor*?”

That got her going as she finally lifted her jaw as she walked in and spoke, “You?”

She took a few more steps after closing the door, “You’re Mr Frons?”

I smiled as I lifted the mug of coffee to my lips, “Yep.”

She looked at me incredulously, “Max Frons?”

I sipped my coffee and brought it down to address her, “That’s what it says on my boxer’s.”

I looked down at the same pants that got me in trouble. The same loose pajama bottoms.

At least this time the button in the easy access location was buttoned this time so there shouldn’t be an accidental ‘*slip*’ of my cock.

What?

It’s comfy and it was the first thing I grabbed.

I looked at my *neighbor* and shrugged, “If I was wearing them that is.”

I turned to the coffee mess and grabbed a mug as I pressed the coffee.

Riley continued, “The 57 year old Max Frons.“

I looked back at her, “How do you take your coffee?”

She blinked and shook her head, “A splash of milk would be perfect.”

I nodded as I poured the coffee in the mug before moving over to the fridge to retrieve the milk. I grabbed the milk and poured just enough to be considered a splash…a big splash. I put the milk away and walked over to Riley Braxter who had finally sat on a chair at the island in the kitchen.

Riley smiled at me and grabbed the mug to look at it before she looked at me, “I’m confused.”

I raised my eyebrow, “Oh? How so?”

She spoke, “First I have been your ‘neighbor’ for nearly a decade and not once have you invited me up for anything.”

I smiled, “So you’ve never invited me down to your place.”

She chuckled and lifted her cup of coffee, “Touché.”

She continued, “But I’m still confused.”

I raised my eyebrow, “You mean *if* I’m really Max Frons?”

She nodded, “No offense but I was under the impression my neighbor was 57 years old. Meaning a older gentleman. Not some young guy.”

I quirked my smile at her and was about to speak just as Heather and Nicole came down from Heather’s room.

Both girl’s were semi laughing as they stopped to see I had company.

I smiled, “Ah girl’s so glad you came down.”

I held my hand to Riley Braxter, “This is our neighbor Ms…”

Riley spoke, “Doctor.”

Riley faced the girl’s and held her hand out to them, “Dr. Riley Braxter.”

Heather reached out and shook Dr. Riley Braxter’s hand, “Heather.”

Nicole reached out and grasped Dr. Braxter’s hand making the poor doctor slightly wince as Nicole may have used a little too much strength as she shook the doctor’s hand, “Nicole.”

Nicole looked at me, “Is there anything else you want beyond the coffee, dad?”

I smiled, “Just the usual stuff I guess.”

Both Heather and Nicole nodded as they didn’t say another word as they left.

I looked at **DR** Riley Braxter and spoke, “Sorry about them.” As I watched Riley lightly shake her hand like she was trying to get the blood in her hand to come back after Nicole’s vice-like grip.

Riley slightly smiled at me, “It’s alright.”

I sipped my coffee before I spoke, “Well you’ve met two of my six daughter’s.”

Riley semi blinked but somehow remained calm as I continued, “Listen there’s a reason I wanted you to come up here but I have some questions.”

Riley put down her coffee and straightened herself before addressing me, “Ok. Shoot?”

I looked at her, “I hear that you’re a doctor for Muschi.”

She nodded, “That’s right.”

I spoke, “Specifically you’re a researcher for the *fertility formula*.”

She blinked as I smiled, “I have some contacts.”

She sighed before nodding, “Yes I am.”

I nodded and looked at her, “I also hear you have a rather *unique* title within the Muschi Corporation.”

She looked at me stone faced, not giving anything away.

I smiled, “That’s fine if you don’t want to confirm your *official title*. That’s not **why** I called you up here for.”

She looked at me, keeping her poker face up.

I sipped my coffee before asking my question, “Tell me **Doctor** how long has the *fertility* formula been in use?”

She blinked at me but answered, “Which version are you talking about?”

I looked at her and nonchalantly answered, “All of it. **HOW** long has it been is use?”

She thought about her answer before shrugging, “About 20 years or so.”

I nodded, “And the experimental version?”

She looked at me trying to gauge where I was going with my questioning but she still answered, “As far as I know we only experimented a few years prior to going public with the formula. But it was on animals.”

I nodded, “But it eventually went to humans. Correct?”

She nodded, “Yeah we started testing the formula about 25 years ago after we finalized the formula.”

Making MY experiment on me before even SHE knew about seeing how Heather was approaching 30 meaning Stacey and I were given a formula even she didn’t know about.

I nodded, “And how many *iterations* has the formula gone through?”

She thought about her answer before answering, “I think we’re on the seventh iteration.”

I nodded, “And has anyone from the formula had any *weird* or adverse reaction to the formula?”

She shrugged but answered, “We’re constantly testing but nothing *too* **drastic**.”

I smiled at her, “Let me guess you’re testing a new *version* now?”

She blinked and put her poker face back on but actually answered me, “Not a new one no.”

I looked at her, “But you **ARE** testing something?”

She squinted at me and leaned forward, “HOW do you know?”

I smiled and spoke, “Like I said I HAVE contacts.”

Which is true I do have contacts and that’s how my last call went to Dr. Riley Braxter…my neighbor. I originally called a BROTHER that worked at Muschi and introduced myself using our Deke motto and he finished it.

Then he asked what I needed. I told him I need some information about the fertility formula, specifically someone who knew about the drug and could maybe test something out in my location.

My Deke brother forwarded me some information and I blinked when I saw at the top of the list was one name out of a handful of names. The name….Dr Riley Braxter….my neighbor.

As soon as I saw her name I had my deke brother send me all her information and was surprised her *official* title within the organization wasn’t ‘*researcher*’ but something else. And he was so kind as to even provide me with a little blurb about what she was doing both at the college and why she was there. Along with her current *test* subjects that was about to undergo testing.

Needless to say I had enough information on her to where I knew I had to be careful but I needed to know *why* my daughter’s and now my eyes were changing colors. Well specifically me.

She sighed, obviously giving up on the word play, “What is it you want?”

I smiled, “Relax. I was just testing your knowledge of the formula.”

She looked at me and obviously was getting irritated, “Did I pass?”

I shrugged, “Most of it, yeah.”

Before she could ask I spoke, “Tell me doc, what are some *known* characteristics of people after they have taken the *fertility drug*?”

She looked at me before sighing, “Honestly, it’s a wide range of things that people have *kept* after the drug has long worn off.”

I sipped on my coffee, “Like changing from infertile to fertile?”

She nodded, “That and some other things.”

I spoke, “Like?”

She shrugged, “Increased body modifications ranging from elephantiasis to mild bimboism. Continued body changes like women who continue lactating though their *children* have long grown, increased egg production, increased libido’s to where normal life is difficult, reproduction longevity…”

I spoke, “Anti aging.”

She looked at me as if dawning, “That’s what happened to you?”

I nodded as I smiled, “Yeah I developed a condition called….”

She finished my sentence, “Highlander Syndrome.”

I nodded.

She chuckled, “Now it makes sense. And here I was thinking that Max Frons Sr is the one who moved and you’re Max Frons Jr.”

I shook my head, “Nope my father was Andrew Frons. He’s the one who owned the house at the top of the hill. I simply moved into this house a few years later.”

She looked around my house and spoke, “You really do have a nice house I’m sure your…..”

She was trying to fish if there was a Mrs Frons but if she did her research she would know there wasn’t.

I smiled, “It’s just me and my daughter’s.”

She frowned, “Oh.”

I looked around the ole girl, “It’s alright I enjoy everything I’ve built.”

She looked at me trying to change the subject, “So you called me over for….”

I spoke, “A check up to make sure **my** Highlander Syndrome isn’t the only thing I **gained** from taking that stupid *purple* shit.”

This time her poker face faltered, “I’m sorry…..did you say *purple*?”

I looked at her a little confused at the sudden interest of the color but nodded, “Yeah.”

She spoke, “So you took the fertility drug?”

I nodded and pointed to the house, “I wouldn’t have six daughter’s or my amazing appearance without it.”

She looked at me looking both astonished and *possibly* a little excited as she spoke, “Are you sure the *fertility* drug you were given was **purple**?”

I nodded, “Yeah. Like a **DEEP** purple.”

She continued, “What was the viscosity of the liquid?”

I blinked, “The huh?”

She spoke almost fast, “Thickness.”

I looked at her as if barely remembering the word.

What?

I don’t use big words in the morning. Besides, I’m only half a cup deep.

I shrugged, “Pretty *fucking* thick. Like molasses.”

This time I didn’t miss the excitement in her face but it was only momentary before she suddenly put on her poker face as she spoke, “And you called me over here because something new *popped* up?”

I sipped my coffee as now it was my turn to show my poker face but spoke, “More or less.”

She picked up her coffee and took a sip before speaking, “Should I guess or can you tell me?”

I smiled at her semi intrigued what *possibilities* might *pop* up so I shrugged, “Sure.”

She looked at me, “On which?”

I smiled, “You can guess a few before I tell you.”

She sighed, “Mr. Frons. I’d rather you tell me.”

I thought about it, “Fine. How about I show you?”

I wanted to show her only **me**. Only problem I don’t know **how** my eyes changed.

So I needed an example.

Meaning I needed one of my daughter’s to flash their purple eyes to Riley Braxter.

So **who** should I get to be **my** example.

Nicole? No, Heather and her just left. And they were my **most** reserved girl’s…well except I was finding Nicole wasn’t *truly* reserved as witnessed by pushing her buttons.

But they were both gone so they were out.

Abby and Haley were both out until at least 11 or 12 as they were in school.

So my only two left were Savanna or Mackenzie.

Savanna? Knowing my luck she probably couldn’t call on her eye change……and she was more than likely asleep.

Mackenzie? Hmmmm.

I looked at Riley, “Hold on while I get an example.”

Riley looked at me confused but nonetheless nodded.

I walked off towards Mackenzie’s room and knocked before entering, finding her completely passed out.

I tipped toed up to her bed and lightly tapped on Mackenzie’s shoulder causing her to groan.

I tapped on her shoulder again where she elicited some form of speech, “This better be important.”

I spoke softly, “It kind of is.”

She turned her head towards me and murmured, “Dad?”

I nodded and spoke, “How easily can you control your eyes?”

She turned her body to face me under her blankets as she spoke semi confused, “My eyes?”

I looked at her, “Yeah your eyes.”

She groaned, “You mean when I’m *excited*?”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

She groaned, “I’m too tired for excited. Go ask Savanna.”

She turned and spoke, “Close the door dad. I just went to bed.”

I sighed and walked out of her room, closing the door behind me.

I moved over to Savanna and hoped she was more helpful.

I knocked on her door as she spoke, “Yeah?”

I blinked, semi surprised Savanna was up, “It’s me. Can I come in?”

She spoke through the door, “I’d rather you didn’t.”

I spoke, “How about I just poke in my head so I can speak.”

I heard her sigh, “Fine, just keep your eyes closed when you come in.”

I raised my eyebrow at the obvious admission but did as she instructed. I closed my eyes and opened the door to slip in and closed the door behind me. I kept myself against the door and kept my eyes closed.

Savanna spoke, “Speak dad. I’m in the middle of a tournament.”

I spoke, “How easily can you control your eyes?”

Savanna cursed, “Hey that’s not fair. I thought we agreed on no snipe shots.”

She growled for a moment before she spoke, “Well BeavH028 keep your shit up and I’ll disable my video.”

She waited for a moment before her tone changed to satisfied, “Yeah I thought so.”

She spoke, “Sorry dad. What did you say?”

Ok looks like she was video playing at the moment.

I sighed, “How easily can you control your eyes?”

She spoke confused, “My eyes?”

I wanted to growl at her before she spoke, “OOOhhhhh! You mean my purple eyes?”

I semi growled, “Yes.”

She spoke, “Why?”

I growled at her, “Just answer the question.”

She started yelling again as it was obvious it didn’t pertain to me.

I waited for her to chew out whoever was causing her ire. Finally she spoke, “Is it for someone?”

I groaned but answered, “Yes, a doctor.”

She spoke, “Hold on guys. Need to go AFK for a moment.”

She waited for a moment before she spoke, “Thanks boys. I’ll be right back. Make sure I don’t die. Hey JMan_9281 that includes you.”

I heard something lightly squeak before she spoke again, “Why do you need me to show a doctor my purple eyes?”

I sighed, “Just answer the question. Can you control them?”

She spoke nonchalantly, “They’re purple now.”

I raised my eyebrow and made the mistake of opening my eyes for a second and instantly regretted it but somehow kept my composure as Savanna was sitting in her gaming chair. One leg propped over the lowered arm rest as she was fully nude and an obvious toy sticking out of her.

I spoke, “Ummmm any way I can talk you into coming out into the kitchen to show the doctor. It’s a female in case you’re wondering.”

Savanna spoke, “Why do you want me to show a doctor?”

I turned the face the door because I was having a hard time not opening my eyes as I spoke, “Please Savanna. I just need you to show her your eyes. That’s it.”

Savanna got up, “Okie dokie.”

I felt her get close to me, “I can’t show the doctor if you’re standing in the doorway dad.”

I quickly grabbed the door handle and swung the door open, nearly running out so I could stay in front of Savanna just so I didn’t have to see my own daughter in the nude.

I got to the kitchen and spoke, “This is what I’m talking about.”

I watched Riley turn and saw her instantly blush as her mouth dropped out as Savanna followed me out into the kitchen.

Riley watched Savanna come into the kitchen and standing in all her glory for a moment.

I stood in between the coffee mess and the island and lightly cursed that Savanna decided to stand in front of me.

I thought *maybe I should have chosen a more clothed daughter* I looked down at her exposed backside *at least she’s in front of me and all I can see is her exposed nude ass*.

Riley looked from Savanna to me, “Ummmm what am I supposed to…”

Savanna didn’t miss a beat as she leaned over the island in front of me giving me a clear view of slender frame…..and the pink device hanging out of her pussy causing me to look away but the damage was already done as the pointless button couldn’t hold back my *urge*.

I instantly cursed in my head as I thought *yep should have gone with Abby or Haley instead of my nude Savanna*.

Savanna purred, “He means this honey.”

While Savanna showed Riley her eyes I quickly turned my own body to face the wall as something on my body wanted to do something as it had risen and broke the simple button holding it back.

Looks like these pajama bottoms either need more buttons or I need to start wearing actual underwear when I wear these damn things.

I heard Savanna speak, “Is there anything else daddy?”

I coughed as I spoke, “Did she show you Riley?”

Savanna chuckled, “Yeah she saw them.”

I spoke, “That’s it sweetie. Thank you.”

I saw Savanna poke her head to my side, “Why are you facing the other way daddy?”

I didn’t look at her as I spoke, “Just grabbing a refill dear. That’s all.”

I saw her look down to see my pointless pajama’s flaw as my ‘*friend*’ had poked out to say hello. She looked down and obviously admired my *friend* as if talking to it, “Such a shame.”

She looked up at me and kissed me on the cheek as she whispered, “Such a beautiful cock residing on my father.”

She spanked my ass as she walked away lightly laughing and calling out to me, “At least we know **WHY** I was made.”

*FUCKING TEASE!!!!*

I stood in place until I heard Savanna’s door shut.

I started counting and thinking of everything to make my *friend* deflate enough to where I could stuff him back in my pajamas vowing to either destroy these damn things or start wearing underwear.

I heard Riley speak, “She’s a free spirit isn’t she?”

I growled, “If you mean tease then yes.”

I backed up to the island and turned, letting the island hide my obvious *problem* that my daughter created and saw that Riley’s face was a few shades red.

I spoke, “I’m sorry about her.”

She pointed in the direction of Savanna, “And she was your ‘*example*’?”

I shrugged, “More or less yes.”

I pointed to my own eyes, “This is what I wanted you to see.”

She blinked, “You mean her eyes are always purple?”

I shook my head, “No they’re blue. The purple is when she’s…” I coughed, “excited.”

She still hadn’t recovered from the obvious shock but she eventually got there as she spoke, her color coming back, “You mean to tell me that YOU all can change your eye color’s?”

I sighed, “No just them. And up until last night I thought that particular *perk* belonged to JUST them.”

She followed my explanation as she turned her head, “Then yours changed?”

I nodded.

I let her digest the information for a moment, “And that’s why you need me?”

I nodded, “Yes I need a second opinion.”

She coughed for a moment before she sipped her coffee as we remained quiet.

Finally she spoke, “And if I were to help you. What do I get out of it?”

And there it was…..her *profession* was coming into play.

Only question was **what** did she want for *my* second opinion.

I looked at her, “Depends.”

She looked down at her coffee indicating her coffee was now gone.

I smiled, “I can offer free coffee if that’s what you’re indicating.”

That made Riley laugh as she looked at me, “No I’m afraid my *price* to help you will be different.”

She leaned in and spoke, “But I will take another cup.”

I smiled and thought about how I was going to do this without my *friend*, who hadn’t retreated yet, from being shown. I decided to simply quickly turn hoping Riley didn’t see him in his arc and made my way over to the coffee mess finding there wasn’t enough coffee.

I spoke, “Well you’re gonna have to wait until I brew another pot.”

I heard Riley speak behind me, “Perfect.”

I heard her heels start to click as they got closer and closer until she was next to me.

She took one look at my *friend* and smiled, “Looks like your eyes aren’t the only things interesting about you.”

She leaned in and whispered, “How about you give me the dime tour….,” she reached down and lightly pet my exposed *friend*, “specifically to your room.”

And I instantly gulped thinking *I have a **problem**.*

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