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CW: Step-Family-Incest
Noah let out a sigh of relief as he finally entered Denver. Driving 1,300 miles across the
US in his old Ford Focus put a number on him and the car. It was running on fumes at
this point, as was Noah. Pulling into a gas station, he refueled his car before grabbing a
quick lunch at an opposite Mexican restaurant. As he was munching on some tacos
inside his car, he reminisced about previous events.
During one of their weekend phone calls, dad informed Noah about his new girlfriend,
Catherine. For hours, he talked about how amazing she is, and how excited he was that
Noah was finally going to meet her and her daughter, Blaire. Noah was taken a bit aback
by his dad’s enthusiasm (he’s usually not known to be very emotive), but he was happy
for his old man nonetheless. It’s been ages since dad had a partner, after all. Noah’s
surprise turned to shock however, when, only around two months later, dad called
Noah to inform him that he had married Catherine. Noah was flabbergasted,
questioning his dad’s choice. But dad was confident, ensuring his son that Catherine
was the one. When Noah asked his dad about the wedding ceremony, dad replied that
they didn’t have one. Still questioning his dad’s judgement, Noah decided to just let the
matter lie. He knew he wouldn’t get his dad to reconsider either way, he was stubborn
like that.
Finishing his tacos, Noah once again hit the road. It was another three hours to reach
dad’s new home, down in Stepford City. As an afternoon thunderstorm formed over the
interstate, traffic slowed to a crawl. It certainly didn’t help that holiday traffic was in full
swing, leading to Noah getting stuck in a traffic jam just south of Colorado Springs. As
he came to a standstill, he pulled up his phone to do some research on Stepford.
Stepford City is Dyson’s flagship project. The new tech and robotics-capital of the
West. Run by an elected city council, the elusive Richard and Dolores Dyson, founders
of Dyson and Stepford, are claimed to still be pulling the strings in the background.
Stepford City is unique in being the only city-state in the Americas. Decried as a
capitalist dystopia by critics and praised as the next step in city development by
definitely-not-paid-off supporters, the city by Trinidad Lake was originally planned to
act as a city to house Dyson’s thousands of employees, with public and essential
services being run by androids that the company manufactures. By now, it has become
a mix between an average American city and a giant theme park for people looking to
fulfil their sexual fantasies. Rumor has it that a particularly wealthy client once rented
an entire neighborhood populated by robotic citizens, just to host a massive orgy. But
despite all the strange and perverted stories coming out of the city, Stepford seems to
be quite popular amongst its residents, with high standards of living and high-quality
public services. That is, if you choose to believe the polls of a city that is rumored to
have an 80% android population.
Noah’s dad, a robotics engineer for Dyson, moved to Stepford after his employer
offered him ‘cheap but comfortable’ housing in the city. As Noah looked at images of
the place, he noticed a strange lack of people in pretty much all of the pictures. It was
extremely clean, not a single piece of trash on the street, not a mote of dust on any
window. The emptiness of the downtown area reminded Noah of footage he’s seen
from Pyongyang. The suburbs were the opposite, however. They all looked like 90s
sitcom neighborhoods, with white picket fences surrounding neon green lawns. Stock
photo-like families smiled into the camera in every damn picture. Everything seemed
extremely fake.
As the traffic cleared up, Noah put his phone away and continued his drive south.
Another two hours later, and he finally arrived in Stepford. He decided to take a look
around before pulling up to his dad’s neighborhood. The place looked exactly like the
pictures he saw online. After taking in the scenery a bit, he pulled into his dad’s
neighborhood. Juniper Street. How original. After a longer than anticipated search
(almost every house on the street looked the exact same), he found his dad’s place and
pulled into the driveway. The house was nothing special, a medium-sized white home in
the colonial style. A white picket fence surrounded the freshly mown front lawn. For a
second, Noah thought he was on a movie set.
Noah stepped onto the front porch and rang the doorbell. The Westminster Chimes
tune sounded from inside the house. Noah chuckled at how cheesy it was. After a short
wait, the door slowly opened, and Noah finally met Catherine.
“Oh, Noah! We’re so excited to finally meet you!”, Catherine exclaimed with
excitement. Before Noah stood an attractive 40-something year old woman. She
greeted Noah with a warm smile, formed on her plump, dark red lips. Besides those,
Noah couldn’t help but notice her massive cleavage. Her H-cup breasts were almost
spilling out of the white and gold dress that she was wearing. To distract himself from
his stepmom’s voluptuous figure, Noah stared into her emerald-green eyes instead.
Noah must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights, because Catherine slightly cocked
her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, awaiting a response. “I, uh... uhm, yeah! Hi
Catherine!”, Noah eventually blurted out, drawing an even bigger smile from his
stepmom and prompting her to give him a big hug. As she hugged him, she pressed her
boobs into his chest. The warmth from her voluptuous body caused Noah’s heart to
accelerate as he felt his pants becoming tighter. Before letting go, Catherine gave Noah
a kiss on the cheek, making him blush. “Your father is in the backyard, probably working
on his lawn again... let's go meet him, shall we?”, Catherine said. Before Noah could
respond, she grabbed him by the hand, leading him through his dad’s new place.
As his eyes drifted around the living room, they locked onto another pair of emerald-
green eyes. “Oh, sweetie, your stepbrother’s arrived! Come and say hi, will you?”,
Catherine asked Blaire, Noah’s new stepsister. “Hi, Noah. Pleasure to meet you...”,
Blaire spoke, in a seductive tone. As Noah reached out to shake her hand, Blaire
flashed him a sassy grin, showing off her braced, white teeth. “Dad’s in the backyard...
I’m sure he’ll be looking forward to seeing you...”, Blaire said as she winked at Noah,
causing him to fluster.
Blaire looked like her mother, only more tomboyish, which was reflected in her outfit. A
white pattern camisole that revealed her toned tummy and some black sweatpants.
The black and white chessboard pattern sneakers completed her look. There was
something about her style and mannerisms that Noah found extremely alluring and
attractive. And he was sure that Blaire knew that he liked her. For now, though, he had
to push those thoughts to the back of his mind and keep it together. It’d be the first time
he’d see his dad in almost three years, after all. Noah stepped into the backyard, seeing
his dad hunched over his lawnmower, looking at some kind of fault.
“Hey, dad.” Dad turned around, his face lighting up as he saw his son for the first time in
three years. “…Noah! Oh, it’s been too long!” He practically ran at Noah as he
embraced him in a bear hug. “For sure… h-hey, dad, chill out, geez…” Noah laughed as
he returned the hug, trying to keep himself from tearing up. Catherine and Blaire stood
by, with grins on their faces. “How was your drive? You must be shattered. Honey, get
my son something to drink, quick!” dad exclaimed to his wife, while still holding his son
by the shoulders. “Right away, darling”, she replied as she elegantly turned around and
marched back into the house. Her summer dress was short enough that each clicking
step in her expensive high heels caused her dress to lift, revealing the black silk panties
covering her rear. The sight of his new stepmom’s voluptuous figure once again made
Noah nervous, so he quickly looked elsewhere, before his father would notice. As he
was searching for something else to look at, his eyes drifted through the neat backyard.
This poster child of the American Dream was divided into thirds. To the right, a high-end
gas grill with four burners stood on top of a concrete slab floor, along with a steel
gazebo. The middle of the yard was where the lawn was, with a humble flower
arrangement at the back and the broken lawnmower lounging in the center. The
wooden back porch to the left led to a swimming pool, surrounded by a few deckchairs.
It was here, where Noah’s eyes once again fell onto Blaire. As she sat on the edge of the
porch, she watched him the entire time he was staring at her mom’s ass. Noah quickly
was beginning to turn red, expecting her to yell at him, call him a pervert, anything. But
instead, she just gave him a slight smile and a wink, before standing up and returning to
the house, too. It was at this point that Noah thought he was fucked. As his dad
returned to trying to fix his lawnmower, Noah sat on the edge of the porch, bracing for
impact as he expected his stepmom to come rushing out of the house to yell at him.
Here she comes, Noah thought.
“Here you are, dear.” Catherine said as she handed him a can of soda. As Noah
thanked her, she smiled and nodded: “I’d love to stay and chat, but dinner won’t cook
itself”, she said cheerfully as she once again strolled into the house. “Oh, right!
Dinner!”, dad exclaimed, moving the lawnmower aside as he followed his wife into the
house, returning with a plate of fresh chicken and beef. “We’re having a barbecue
tonight. I’ll be at the meat station, Catherine’s inside preparing the sides. It’ll take a
good minute, so why don’t you two set the tables in the meantime?”, dad asked as he
turned on the grill. “Sure.”, Noah replied.
“So, where are you studying?”, Blaire asked Noah as she diligently set the table.
“Goodyear College, Detroit”, Noah replied. “I’m guessing you’re studying auto
mechanics?” “Yup.” “That’s cool. I’m studying robotics, over at Stepford College. I can
show it to you some time”, Blaire said. “Oh, like dad?”, Noah asked as he took a sip
from his soda. “Yeah! He helps me a lot. Daddy’s so considerate…” Noah choked on his
soda. As he coughed, He turned away from Blaire and looked at his dad, wondering if he
had heard them. But dad was so entranced by his meats that he didn’t hear them. “You
alright, Noah?”, Blaire asked him as she quickly came over, knocking her hand on his
back repeatedly. “Eugh, I-I’m fine, my bad”, Noah replied, while thinking that he might
be going insane. At this point, Noah was wondering if Blaire was flirting with him. The
way she watched him, the winks, the lip biting, the fact that she called his dad ‘daddy’.
The combination of it all made Noah’s head spin. He looked back at Blaire, who was
still holding his shoulder, with a worried expression on her face. It certainly didn’t help
that Blaire was very attractive to him. Her short, light auburn hair with the combination
of her green eyes and freckles made for an alluring sight. The braces completed the
image of a cheeky tomboy, and Noah couldn’t help but be attracted to it. He leaned
himself on his stepsister’s shoulder as he took a minute to catch his breath. The soda
hit him harder than expected. “Thanks, I’m fine”, he said, giving Blaire a pat on the
shoulder. He concluded that he must’ve been watching too much porn, and that Blaire
was just being friendly. “Good to hear. "Now, where were we?”, Blaire asked as she
returned to her chair. “Right, Stepford College…”
That night, Noah was awoken by the sound of a squeaking and creaking bed, followed
by deep, passionate moans. “Ahnn... oh... yes, Darling... fuck me hard... I’m your little
fuck toy...”, Catherine moaned, as the creaking accelerated. Hearing his stepmom’s
moans made Noah rock hard. “Fuck yes, Catherine... I love you so much...”, the moans
of his dad, however, disintegrated Noah’s boner immediately. He turned away from the
noises and went back to sleep.
The next morning, as Noah woke up, he could hear a vacuum cleaner and some distant
conversation downstairs. As he got up, he looked around the guest room he was staying
in. A dark brown tigerwood floor. A simple closet stood opposite of the double bed he
lay in. The only thing that decorated the white walls was a single painting of a woman
looking over the seaside. As Noah took a closer look at it, he immediately found that the
painting was AI generated, which he thought was odd. Noah took a closer look at the
rest of the room; it was completely spotless. He couldn’t find a single speck of dust
anywhere. Not a single streak on the windows, nothing. The room was practically
sterile. He eventually gave up looking for flaws and headed downstairs. Stepping into
the kitchen, Noah immediately noticed the smell of various breakfast goodies. Eggs
with bacon, toasted bread, waffles, fresh fruit. In the middle of the table, a pile of
pancakes towered over the buffet in an impressive display. Noah didn’t think twice
before taking a seat and chowing down on the buffet. He tried a bit of everything, and
barely contained his excitement as each bite he took was better than the last. So far,
he’s been seriously impressed with Catherine’s cooking skills. Last night, she served a
delicious low-carb keto potato salad, and, according to dad, she made the heavenly
marinade that covered the chicken breast and ribs. As he marveled at his stepmom’s
culinary knowledge, he heard the vacuum cleaner in the living room turn off, and the
sound of a pair of high heels clicking on the floor, as Catherine opened the kitchen door.
“Good morning, dear!”, Catherine exclaimed, as usual, with a big grin on her face. This
time, she was wearing a short, black dress with a pink floral pattern and some black
pantyhose. “Your father had to cover for a sick coworker, so he’ll be out for most of the
day, unfortunately”, Catherine explained. “Damn, he was gonna show me around the
city today…”, Noah sighed, disappointed. “Oh, you can go with Blaire, if you’d like. She
knows Stepford like her back pocket!” “Oh, yeah, that could be fun...”, Noah replied.
“I’m sure it will be. I need to return to my duties, but you can make yourself comfortable
and enjoy breakfast in the meantime. Eat as much as you want!”, Noah’s stepmom
proclaimed, leaving Noah to battle the tower of pancakes alone. “Thanks, Catherine, I
will.”
As he finished his breakfast, Noah once again heard Catherine talking to somebody.
He couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, so he went over to a door and peeked
through a crack into the living room. There was Catherine, having finished vacuuming,
she was now cleaning the windows. “I am a good Stepford Wife. I will keep Darling’s
house spotless. Darling will come home to a perfect house, a perfect wife, a perfect
life.” Noah raised an eyebrow as he watched Catherine repeat this same mantra for five
minutes straight. As he kept watching, she suddenly stopped cleaning, standing
perfectly still as she stared into space. “I need to recharge”, she proclaimed, as she
marched over to one of the cabinets and took out some sort of silver cylinder. She stiffly
took said cylinder, lifted her skirt and slid it under her pantyhose and into her ass.
Noah’s eyes widened as a loud beep emerged from somewhere inside his stepmom.
She started to rapidly blink before twitching slightly, only to then continue as if nothing
happened. He finally started to suspect that his new stepmom was an android. He was
surprised that he took so long to figure it out, considering the rush his dad was in to get
married to her, with little to no fanfare. The fact that his dad moved to Stepford, which
was already rumored to be filled with androids, strengthened his suspicion even more.
Somehow, he wasn’t fully convinced, however, as his brain still tried to rationalize the
entire story. Maybe she’s got some sort of fetish? Maybe that cylinder is a butt-plug?
Considering their clearly active sex life, it was a possibility. As Catherine once again
turned her back on him, Noah quietly opened the door a little more to get a better look
at the living room. His gaze was drawn to a particular remote that didn’t seem to belong
to any device. Lying on a cabinet, he could swear that the remote had the word Dyson
printed on it. If he could get that remote, he’d be able to confirm his suspicions, but the
cabinet was right next to his stepmom, so she’d notice him nabbing the remote for-
“Noah, what are you doing?”, Noah almost had a heart attack as Blaire suddenly stood
behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. He quietly closed the door again. Catherine
didn’t notice a thing. “I... uh- nothing, why?” Noah stumbled over his words as he
turned red. From an outsider’s perspective, it once again looked as if Noah was spying
on his Stepmom. “Nothing, huh?”, Blaire skeptically asked as she raised an eyebrow.
“Well, whatever. I heard you wanted to check out the city of Stepford with me?”, Noah
wondered how she even knew. “Sure, I just need to get ready.”
Noah could feel his stepsister staring him down as he struggled to focus on the road.
She’s been staring at him for almost the entire drive, only removing her eyes from him to
show him stuff outside the car. “So, Noah, do you have a partner?” “Not anymore, no.”
“Hm. What happened?”, Blaire asked him. Noah wasn't eager to tell her about his past
relationships, but it at least distracted him from her staring. “Her name was Melanie;
we’ve been together for about a year. We unanimously broke up a few weeks ago. The
spark in the relationship was just kinda gone, and we drifted apart.” “Oh, sorry to hear
that.” “It’s okay.” Noah felt like he slowly started building an emotional connection with
his stepsister, and he was sure that she felt it too. “Hey, Blaire, can I ask you
something?” “Sure, what’s up?” “Do you know what that one remote does? You know,
the one in the living room that says Dyson on it?”, Noah decided to just drop the bomb
and ask her head-on. Depending on her response, he’d know if his suspicions were
correct. “Oh, I know the one. That’s Daddy’s remote. I’ll show you what it does once
we’re back home...”, Blaire replied in a mysterious voice. As Noah gave her a quick
glance, he noticed that she was biting her lip, so he quickly turned his head back to
focus on the non-existent traffic.
As they drove through downtown Stepford, they eventually came across a larger crowd,
surrounding a limousine with blacked-out windows. “What’s going on over there?”
“Looks like the Dysons are back in town”, Blaire replied. Noah, wanting to get a better
look at the family, slowed down his Ford as he passed by the crowd of photographers,
reporters and curious bystanders. He managed to catch a glimpse of both Richard and
Dolores Dyson as they headed into the large office building. Strangely, it seemed as if
Richard Dyson, the patriarch of the Dyson family, was looking directly at Noah, despite
his car being obstructed by the crowd. His emotionless expression sent shivers down
Noah’s spine, so he quickly sped off and made course back to his dad’s place.
Back at the house, Blaire and Noah noticed that Catherine was still busy cleaning. She
was finished with the windows at this point, so she moved on to folding laundry. “Oh,
back so soon you two? How was your trip?” “It was fine, mom, thanks”, Blaire quickly
replied. She waited for her mom to turn her back on them, and as she did, Blaire quickly
snatched the strange remote from the cabinet. “Here you go. Try it out”, Blaire said,
handing Noah the remote. As she sat down on the couch, she gestured to her
stepbrother to do the same. Noah complied, inspecting the gray remote. It was a
smartphone-like device. As Noah tapped on the display, the Dyson logo lit up and a
small jingle played. As the logo disappeared, a page with several different commands
and settings popped up. "Try this button”, Blaire instructed as she pointed to one of the
buttons that said pause. Noah complied. He looked around the room, not noticing any
changes. He pressed it again. Nothing. He tried again, and this time he noticed that
Catherine had frozen in place. As soon as he pressed the button again, his stepmom
continued folding the laundry as if nothing happened. He tried it again two more times,
with the same result. Every time he pressed that button, Catherine froze in place.
His suspicions were correct. His stepmom was really an android, and he had her
remote, meaning he could do whatever he wanted with her. The thought alone made
Noah’s pants tighten severely. “Is she a robot?” “Of course, silly”, Blaire replied as if it
was the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, let’s have some fun with her.”
“Sure.”
Blaire and Noah at first only messed around with Catherine’s controls. Making her walk
backwards, pausing her at random intervals, and so on. Catherine reacted to every
command with a slight twitch and some rapid blinking. Noah and Blaire had their fun,
but eventually got bored, so, they decided to try something more risqué. Hitting the
heart-shaped button that said undress, Noah and Blaire watched in awe as the robotic
stepmom swiftly took off her summer dress, revealing her luscious curves. She then
proceeded to take off her bra and panties, revealing her massive H-cup breasts, as well
as her perfectly crafted vagina. Noah noticed that her folds were dripping wet,
seemingly enjoying the experience of being ordered around. Next, Noah made
Catherine dance. There was a variety of sexy dances to choose from, so he went with a
random one. His stepmom rubbed her hands all over her curvy body as she moved her
torso in a circular motion, all while biting her lip. Lubricant ran down her leg as she
began rubbing her right hand on her clit, letting out passionate moans. As he watched,
Noah noticed that his stepsister had taken off her pants, her pink panties had a wet
spot, and Blaire put one hand down them as she began masturbating. “Fuck, this is so
hot...”, Blaire exclaimed, her breathing turning into gasps as she touched herself. Noah
himself was rock hard at this point and decided that he wanted to see his stepmom
break, before having some fun with Blaire.
Beginning to issue random commands at extremely fast intervals, his stepmom struggled to keep up with the string of commands
flooding her system. The remote began flashing warnings that issuing this many
commands could overload Catherine’s processors, but Noah ignored the warnings.
Catherine, attempting to complete every command, began twitching severely as her
arms jerked around, attempting to both fold the laundry, clean the floor, sweep the
windows, undress, masturbate, give a hand job, crack some eggs and apply make-up,
all at the same time. “E-e-error. Stack overflow. Stack overflow. Processor temperature
rising above recommended levels”, Catherine announced, as her movements became
more and more stiff and jerky, and the whirring of internal servo motors was audible.
Noah ignored her warnings and kept punching in commands into the remote, finding his
stepmom’s malfunction extremely erotic. Blaire bit her lip as she watched an access
panel opening above her mother’s breasts. Smoke billowed from the open panel as
Catherine stuttered: “Wa-wa-warning. Step-Step-Stepford Wife. Wife. Wife Unit.
Perfect. Error. O-o-o-overload. Perfect curves. I must clean the windows- keep the hou-
hou-house in order- darling's fucktoy-toy-toy errrrrrrrr-...” pop!
A major spark flew out of Catherine’s access panel. Noah’s stepmom subsequently
froze in place as her pupils started glowing red. Smoke billowed out of her parted lips as
she shut down where she stood, one hand still on her folds, the other one in a random
position. Her head cocked to the side. Impressively, she managed to keep her balance,
even in this broken state. Her remote flashed all kinds of warnings, but Noah didn’t
care. Throwing the remote aside, he took his clothes off as he looked over to Blaire, who
already knew what would come next. She took off her tank top, revealing her slim yet
toned figure dotted by freckles, and a pair of perky B-cup breasts. As Blaire tore off her
panties, Noah noticed her crotch tattoo, reading Fuck Toy in a cursive font. Just below,
her flawless pussy was drenching the couch in lubricant. Blaire smiled as she leaned
over Noah’s stiff member, grabbing it with one hand and giving it a big kiss. She then
proceeded to lick off all the precum that had collected during her stepmom’s
‘performance’. Once clean, she gave Noah the best blow job he’s ever had, expertly
using her long tongue to wrap around his throbbing member like a snake.
“Mmm... I don’t know whose cock I like more, yours or daddy’s?”, she said in-between
sucks. “You’re about to find out”, Noah replied, and in a trance, he grabbed his
stepsister and impaled her on his member. Gasping loudly, she immediately began
riding him hard, bouncing on her stepbrother’s throbbing cock. “Oh, fuck... you’re so
big, Noah... Ahnnn... I’m a good girl, aren’t I- fuuuck...”, Blaire moaned as she picked up
speed. Noah didn’t reply as he was about to burst. Just as he was about to fill up his
own stepsister though, Blaire paused. “Blaire?”, Noah asked. No reply. She stared
ahead into nothing, with her mouth wide open in a gasp. He tried moving her, but she
was stiff as steel. Suddenly, he felt his muscles tensing up and then stiffening
completely. Noah’s eyes widened as his mind went blank.
Dad walked into the living room to assess the damage. He sighed as he saw his wife
Catherine, standing in the middle of the room in the nude, the access panel above her
breasts still releasing small plumes of smoke. There was a potent smell of burnt plastic
and electronics in the air. There, on the couch, were his Stepford Son and Daughter
units, Noah and Blaire, mid-coitus. The couch was drenched in lubricant and precum.
Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed another remote, identical to Catherine’s. Quickly
entering a command, Blaire’s eyes darkened as she slumped over backwards onto the
couch, deactivated. He left Noah on the couch for now. Dad reached into his other pocket, pulling out his phone. He contacted his employer.
“Evening, Mister Smith, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Good evening, Mister Dyson. It’s about Noah.”
“Ah yes, your ‘son’?”
“He discovered my wife and stepdaughter’s true natures way faster than anticipated. He had his way with Blaire and broke Catherine. He'll be here for the entire summer, and he’ll be a problem if he keeps going like this.”
“So, what are you suggesting?”
Dad inspected his wife’s damage, peeking into her access panel. Her processor was
fried, but otherwise, the damage was light. He could fix it right at home once he got the
replacement parts. Checking his wife’s remote, he accessed her command log. Dad
saw that before Catherine shut down, she attempted to execute a combination of 936
commands. He shook his head.
“I want to turn down its autonomy setting for the duration of the stay.”
“Mister Smith, I understand your concern. But Stepford Son Unit N150 is our most advanced android to date. It’s the first sleeper unit to operate outside of Stepford, and it has done so successfully for the past four years. Changing its advanced autonomy setting might jeopardize its programming-”
“Let me take care of the details. I’ve prepared for this scenario in advance. For summer break, I’ve prepared a set of constructed memories that I will install on the unit before it returns to Detroit. There will be no trace of this incident or any others.”
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.
“...Very well. But please, make sure to pass by the maintenance lab before returning the
unit to Detroit. I’ll have my engineers inspect N150’s programming to make sure no
unwanted incidents happen.”
“Of course, thank you. And another thing, could you have someone send me a new
processor? Noah’s meddling completely burned-out Catherine’s old one.”
“Of course. I’ll have one sent to you right away. Enjoy your evening, Mister Smith.”
“Thank you, Mister Dyson. Good night.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, dad headed to his bedroom. Reaching under his bed for a
wooden box, he took out another gray remote. He powered it on as he returned to the
living room. Once there, he decided to compare settings. The average Stepford Unit’s
autonomy setting is at a six or seven. Catherine’s autonomy setting was set to a three.
Blaire’s was higher, at an eight. Noah’s setting was locked at a twelve, which is the
highest possible setting. Dad had to enter an override code to even be able to change
Noah’s autonomy setting, turning it down to a four, as well as changing a few
programming settings. He then turned to Blaire, reactivating her. Blaire opened her eyes
before blinking rapidly as she robotically rose from the couch: “Stepford Daughter Unit
B586 ‘Blaire’ online. Loading personality... Oh... dad, I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to-” “Go
to your room, Blaire, I’ll deal with you later.” “O-okay. Again, I’m sorry...”, Blaire said as
she quietly grabbed her clothes and hurriedly retreated to her room.
Dad looked back at his synthetic son. He built Noah from scratch as part of an
experiment, where Dyson would release a sleeper Stepford unit into a random
American location to test how well an android could blend into human society. Noah’s
been at it for almost four years without major issues, until now. As dad unpaused his
son, Noah robotically rose from his lying position, twitching slightly and blinking rapidly.
A small beep was heard as he turned to his ‘father’.
“How may I be of service?”, Noah smiled as he awaited Dad’s commands. “Go upstairs
and get yourself cleaned up and changed. Come to the living room once you’re
finished.” “Right away”, Noah replied monotonously as he marched upstairs to the
bathroom. Cum was dripping from his now flaccid member and down his leg as he
entered the shower.
Once Noah was clean, he inspected himself in the mirror. He’s always had a... softer
face and physique than most males his age. His slim and short figure was
complimented by his wider hips and large ass. He’s also always been more in touch
with his female side. So, to please his father, whom he loved dearly, he decided to
amplify his more feminine features even further. Grabbing Blaire’s make-up kit, he got
to work. Once finished, he headed over to Blaire’s room and knocked on her door.
Blaire slowly opened it, expecting her father to come and yell at her. Instead, she saw
her stepbrother in the nude, now wearing heavy make-up. Black eyeliner along with
dark-red cheeks and red lipstick. His nails were painted red. He was very pretty. “Oh,
Noah, did you need something?”, Blaire raised an eyebrow at his stepbrother’s
makeover. She was surprised but intrigued. “I need some of your clothes. Daddy asked
me to change for him.” “Oh, sure! Come right in.” Blaire led Noah to her closet, allowing
him to pick out whatever he thought would please daddy the most. He settled on a
short, white tank top, revealing his slim tummy. A pink miniskirt wrapped tightly around
his hips and ass, barely covering the white panties underneath. Black and white striped
knee socks wrapped around his legs, ending in a pair of black sandal high heels. “Thank
you, Blaire”, Noah cheerfully said, giving his synthetic stepsister a kiss on the cheek.
“No problem, Noah, have fun”, Blaire replied, smirking as she gave her femboy
stepbrother a slap on the ass. He headed back downstairs towards the living room. The
thought of being able to show his beloved father his sexy makeover made Noah’s hard
member spill out of his tight panties.
Dad was still busy working on Catherine as Noah entered the room, striking a pose to
show his makeover to his owner. “Did you get yourself cleaned up?”, Dad asked,
without looking up from his wife’s access panel.
“Yes, daddy. I am a good son. I am ready to please.”