31 comments/ 65061 views/ 17 favorites New Camera - New Way of Life By: GraceB1970 My mother; Karen Ester Jackson formerly / Karen E. Parker and Karen E. James. That's right our dear money grubbing mother has been married three times all for the love of money. Of course also all that money could bring her. Mother at the ripe old age of thirty eight is a looker I must admit. Mother is tall over five nine, slender with proud firm pointed breasts with a small waist and round firm hips. She works out and it shows. Mother has long shoulder length hair dark as a raven that surrounds a very beautiful face with a wide mouth that I suspect has been used to win favorers. When Mother goes to the county club pool the men look at her in her string bikini with lust and the younger men look at her with their erections showing. The other women and wife's are simply jealous to the bone. Mother inherited her family home just a few months after the divorce from our last stepfather. So my sister Joyce Ann Parker and I Kevin Edward James now live in this very large house on nineteen acres on the edge of town. The house is massive with three floors and an attic that is unbelievable. I live on the third floor entirely by my self. Joyce has the second floor and mother uses the first floor. This house was built in stages over many years and has much to hide and to be found if one searches carefully. My grandfather a professional photographer /philanthropist left me all his cameras and a well stocked darkroom in the basement along with a Ford Mustang. Since Joyce is older she was left a fair amount of cash in a trust account. I also get a few dollars a month from a trust. It is enough to keep me in film and gas for the old Mustang. The car is not a classic but it is in showroom condition. Mom got the bulk of the estate which I assumed to be enough to keep her comfortable for the rest of her life. At the will reading as soon as my part was read I was asked to leave the room. My sister followed me into the outer office a short time later. Mom was left alone with a Mr. Combs for the remainder of the reading. It was over an hour before Mom came out smiling. She never told me what was in the balance of the estate just that we had a wonderful fully renovated home to live in. Our stepfather tried to get a piece of the pie but the Judge said "Sorry nothing for you." Joyce is enrolled at the junior college while I have decided to lay off a year before going to college. I'm not even so sure I want to go to college. Mom thinks I should and maybe I will but for now I want to enjoy life and see if I can do anything with this photo business. My best friend Stacy graduated six months ahead of me and he works in his dad's Adult store down town. Stacy has told me he sees all kinds of people come into the store and buy every thing from Books to dildos and vibrators. Our town is not all that big maybe fifty five thousand or so. Since our family has belonged to the Country club since I was a child we know most of the prominent people in town. The who's who of Bay City and Stacy has told me most of the same who's who has visited his store. It occurred to me that maybe there would be some profit in photographing some of these people after they left the store and see where they go and with whom. I thought it might be fun to keep an eye on the town and learn a little more about our friends and neighbors. I've always been a bit of a snoop and voyeur. I kept most of these thoughts to myself as Joyce has a tendency to gossip and always tells mother everything. I love my sister but I learned early on that if I told her something Mom would fine out very soon after. I've used this also as a way of setting a seed in Mom's head. Like when I wanted special bike for my birthday. I just told Joyce what one I liked and sure enough that was what I got... Surprise, surprise... Stacy and I are not old enough to drink in this state but we are over eighteen so we drive a cross the state line where we are legal and drink at the Riverside Roadhouse and truck stop. This Roadhouse was built over time and has joined several old barns and houses together to make a restaurant, bar and shabby motel. The old pastures are used to park the big rigs. Parker's gas-o-rama, one of mother's X's owns it and liquor store just down the road. It all seems to work out to make this one hell of an interesting place. I was still in the learning stage of darkroom developing and picture taking. So I often visit our local public library to learn and read. I also carried one or two cameras with me at all times. I would stop by the library and check out books on photography and darkroom techniques almost weekly. That was where I was when Stacy called me. The head librarian Mrs. Stark gave me a dirty look when the phone buzzed. But there were only a few people in the library so she did not give me hell. When I told Stacy this he laughed and said "Mrs. Stark is one of my on line customers. She buys a lot of toys and sex books." I met Stacy at the Roadhouse an hour later. We had a beer and of course talked about girls and who was doing whom. Stacy was six months younger than my sister but he has always had the hott's for Joyce. I wished him well but he was on his own there. I was not going to play cupid for him with my sister. I did not care if he ever banged her or not I just did not want to get mixed up in that. Stacy had a second beer before he said "I saw your Mom in church last week with Ed Barns. Are they dating?" "I know Mom has gone out a few times with Mr. Barns but she also dates other guys. Why?" "Mr. Barns came in the store the other day and bought two videos on swinging and groups sex. He also bought a vibrator and an ass plug. I was just wondering who he was seeing." I laughed and said "Christ; Stacy I don't know if my Mom would get into that kind of shit or not. I know my former step dad sure wanted to get into group sex. I think that was the main reason they got divorced. I think he started without Mom and she found out. But to tell you the truth I just don't know." Stacy said "Its just a thought and I wanted you to know now that you're into the picture taking business." I got the picture Stacy was painting and I had to admit it was an interesting scenario if it played out. I saw in Stacy's eyes he sure wanted to be kept in the loop if I found out anything. I smiled and he knew I would keep him informed if I found anything interesting because I wanted to get the dope on who was visiting his store. What a great partnership this could be. Stacy told me he had set up a mail order computer operating system for on line buying. He said he thought more of the people that did not want to be seen in the store would use this service and he was right. However they all had to use a credit card and mailing address so Stacy could still tell who was buying his shit as he called it. The credit card was a way of controlling the age requirement as well. But a lot of kids still try to buy stuff and get by. But Stacy can spot a kid a mile away. A day or so later on a Friday Mom said she was going to visit a friend up at Lake Butler for the weekend. Mom said it was an old girl friend that was visiting. She just wanted us not to worry since she would not be home Friday night or all Saturday. This tid-bit of information set my wheels to spinning and I thought what a great place to take pictures, Lake Butler. It also occurred to me that it was a little early for visitors to use the rental lake cabins. It was not summer yet and was still a little cool. There were a few private homes up there and very few were used year around but I supposed that maybe it was a private home Mom was going to and not down on the lake's public area. If I had to drive all over hell up there I might never fine the right cabin. But I had to give it a try. Mom was loading her car when it dawned on me that my cell phone had a GPS locator build in. I turned it on and dropped my cell phone in the back seat. I said "Mom can I give you a hand?" She smiled and said "No this it the last of it. I'll see you Sunday morning or late Saturday evening I'm not sure how long I'll visit. You kids be good." Joyce stepped out on the porch waving as Mom drove off. I ran in the house grabbed my old Cell phone and started packing a bag. Besides a few cloths I packed the camera case with two long lenses and plenty of film. Just for fun I packed an old movie camera. I had been wanting a newer digital movie camera but had not gotten around to it. Too late now pictures would have to do. I needed gas and I stopped by the corner store for something to eat before starting the drive to Lake Butler about an hour or so behind Mom. It was dark and I do mean dark not a star in the sky. It was pitch black. I turned in at the closed Gas station up on the highway just at the corner of the road that leads to the Beach area. Turning on the over head light and dialed my cell phone. Asked for the GPS locator and it started pointing and beeping. God this was easy. It was no more than a half a mile off the highway toward the beach area when I got an indicator to turn. I was not sure how far it was back in to the house or even if there might be others still on the way so to be careful I turned on the narrow dirt road and pulled into a dark space behind some trees. I decided to talk for a ways. Camera case in hand I found the log house to be very elegant. A two story, with a porch on three sides set into the hillside. There was a parking area in front under the edge of the front porch. It was very dark with no outside lighting. I was not sure if there might be some kind of motion detectors but I had no choice I had to get closer. If lights came on I would simply run like hell and try to hide. My mother's Jaguar was parked between a Caddy and a Lincoln. Nice company. I eased my way up and around to the side of the house about porch high. I could see lights on, on both levels. There looked to be a great room in front. I saw shadowy movement but could not see through the sheer curtains over the windows. This would also be a problem for taking pictures. I moved up to the rail around the porch and climbed over. No alarms so far. I walked around the three sides and found a window in the kitchen area that was not covered. From here I could see into the great room but not all of it. I could see the fireplace which was burning and a long sofa to the left side of it. But not all the second sofa to my right. I put a telephoto lens on the camera and looked through the viewer. I could see a tall slender man I did not recognize. He was striped down to his shorts and a t-shirt. Even with his shorts on I could tell he was aroused. I wondered where Mother was. I knew this was all about sex and group sex at that. Some how my mother being involved did not surprise me. Nor did I feel as if I should be ashamed for her. My mother is an extremely lovely lady and she is young and very sexy. Just then another lady moved into view. This blonde was dressed in bra and panties. She was a little heavier with very large hanging breast and a plump ass. She was pretty with blonde hair about her shoulders. She had a drink glass in her hand. She stopped in front of the fire place turned her butt toward it and wiggled her ass. She lifted her glass and said something to an unseen person just out of sight to the right. The blonde waved and a moment later my mother came into view to stand beside the blonde. Mom was dressed in red bra and matching bikini panties that left nothing to the imagination. Mom was taller than the blonde, slim with proud full breasts and a tight round ass Mom was really a very sexy lady. She also carried a drink. Together they both laughed and lifted their glasses and took a sip. It seems I was not the only one with a camera. I saw a flash go off. The blonde turned sideways and posed in a sexy side view. Mom did the same with her back to the blonde. More flashes. I also took a few pictures without a flash. I hoped this high speed film would work in low light. But I would not know until I got back to the darkroom. I found it hard to think of taking pictures while keeping my eyes and thought on my mother. I keep taking pictures even though I had a hard on. It was uncomfortable but arousal wins out over uncomfortable every time. After a few sexy poses from both women a man joined them. Standing between the two women he slipped an arm around each cupping a breast in each hand. Mom paced a hand on his enlarged dick. He was dressed in the same was as the others. He had on briefs that were red and cut in a bikini style. The blonde went one better than Mom. She slipped her hand in the waist band and grabbed his dick. The guy turned a little toward the busty blonde and said something and she kissed him then bent over pulling his briefs down. A long thick cock popped free and the blonde quickly took the head in her mouth. Mom hugged the guy and watched as the blonde started swallowing most of his cock. A few more flashes and I was taking a few pictures along with the unseen photographer. A third man appeared and stood behind the bent over blonde. He pulled her panties down to her ankles and she stepped out of them her mouth never left the guys cock. This third guy grabbed the blonde by the hips and after some wiggling and prodding he pushed his hard on into her pussy. "God all mighty." I cried and for a moment I thought some one might have heard me. But this bunch was having too much fun. Mom just stood there watching still hugging the guy and kind of caressing the blondes head letting her finger tips trace the blonde's lips where they came in contact with this guys cock. This had to be the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Mom moved around to the other side of the guy getting the blow job. Mom squatted and her head was behind the busty blonde's plump ass. But the guy fucking the blonde pulled his cock out of her pussy and even though I could not see it I know he let my mother take his pussy slim covered cock into her mouth. I took pictures and hoped to hell I was getting all this. The guy pulled his cock out of Mom's mouth and pushed it back into the blonde's cunt. Mom stood and again kissed the guy getting the blow job. I was sure she was swapping pussy juice and spit with the guy. I was so excited I darn near come myself. Right then I decided I was going to either join this group or fuck my mother at a later date. Either way I was going to fuck Mom. She was so fucking sexy. Things seem to be changing and bodies were moving around so that Mom was bent over next to the blonde. They were swapping the cock from mouth to mouth. The guy behind the blonde was fucking her and then Mom he took which ever one had the cock in her mouth one and then the other. Who ever was out of sight was sure taking a lot of pictures as was I. I had to stop and reload the camera twice. I was using thirty sex exposure high speed color film. I had some black and white film that was even higher speed. I thought of using it but all this would look so much better in color. Mom's turn came up and she took the long thick cock in her mouth but the guy behind moved back and the blonde squatted behind mom and started licking her cunt. Christ this was just too much. I pulled my dick out and started jerking off while still trying to take pictures with one hand. I thought the guy Mom was sucking was going to cum but his will power must have been incredible. He pulled back and the two women moved off to the right out of sight. I was so excited I came shooting cum all over the log wall below the kitchen window. I thought fuck it; no one will ever know once it dries. There was no one in view and this really pissed me off. I was not done watching. I went around to the front widows and through the curtain covered windows I saw at the room was empty. No one was there. They must have gone up stairs to one of the bedrooms. "Well shit "I walked around the house twice and could not see any way to get up on the porch roof or see into the bedroom even from a tree perch. Resigned to my fait I went back to my car and drove home. Going straight to my darkroom I started processing the film. I had not stopped to speak to Joyce and did not even know if she was still home. It was late almost one o'clock in the morning I just assumed she was in bed. I was about to find out she was in bed but not alone. The pictures came out clear and with good contrast. A few were blurred as I was shaking so badly. But I had taken enough so that I got plenty of good ones of every pose and change of position. Hanging the negatives in the drying locker I pulled out the paper and stared to set up the enlarger. I had to take a piss so went up to my bedroom. There was a bathroom on the ground floor but I went up to my own. As I passed through the second floor I heard noises coming from Joyce's bedroom. I had to see what was going on so I went to her door and listened. No doubt about it she was making sexual "I'm getting fucked." Sounds. I turned the handle and cracked the door. Surprise, surprise there on the bed on all fours was my darling sister naked with my friend Stacy behind her fucking her doggie style. I watched for a moment and them thought why not go get my camera. I took a long look before I moved off. Stacy was not fucking her pussy he was too high. Stacy was in her ass hole. Well good for him and me if I got my camera quick enough. When I got back with a freshly loaded camera they were still at it and I got dozens of pictures. Enough to blackmail my sister for the rest of her life. I bet from now on she would not go running to Mom with every little bit of nasty information about me. No more tattle telling on me. But on the other hand maybe that point was mute as I had the pictures of Mom now and I thought that from now on I was going to rule the roost. I was going to be cock of the walk... I never heard my friend Stacy leave and I was dead on my feet when every picture was printed and dried. I made two copies and put one away in a safe place. Granddad had a little locker under the main table with a good lock on it. This time as I put one copy of all the prints in the locker I noticed a key way back on the top shelf. I had no idea what is was for. But if Granddad had put it away there must have been a good reason. I put the key up over the top of a beam where I thought it would not be readily found and went up to bed. I had been up for more than twenty four hours and I died as soon as my head hit the pillow. I had some wild dreams over and over for the next ten hours. It was great and I hoped this was a sign of things to come. But as I was just about to come awake I dreamed of the key I had found. It followed that there had to be a use for it but what and where was the lock it fit. After I showered giving my cock extra attention while thinking of what I had seen I shaved and felt a lot better. It was after five thirty in the afternoon so I called Stacy. He agreed to meet me at the roadhouse for a beer. "I tell you Stacy it drove me crazy that I could not see what was happening after that bunch left the great room." I told Stacy between several sips of beer. "No shit. You watched your mother suck some guys cock? How fucking crazy was that? I mean your Mom's hot as hell I'd have given my left nut to have seen that. Who do you think the blonde was? You ever see her before?" Stacy asked. I just shook my head and drank my beer. I asked Stacy "How are you and my sister coming along? You getting any closer?" Stacy looked at me and I could see he was wondering if I knew anything or was I just curious. I guess he figured I knew so he said. "The craziest thing happened yesterday. I met Joyce at the coffee shop. We had coffee and talked. Something happened and I'm not sure what or why but I went over to your house last night after Joyce told me your Mom was not going to be there." Stacy looked at me and I gave no indication I knew anything so he went on. He said"Joyce gave it up last night. We fucked our brains out for a couple of hours. We did every thing two people can do and still be alive. Joyce was no virgin, I thought she might be. But that girl knows more moves that I do. The last thing I did was fuck her in the ass and it was not the first time for that either." New Camera - New Way of Life I laughed and told him I was proud of him and to enjoy it as long as he can. He asked about the pictures and I told him I would let him see them later. I told Stacy I had designs on my mother. He laughed and said "Well if you make it I sure as hell would like to have seconds." We parted with an agreement to meet later next week and I'd let him see the pictures. I hoped Stacy might know who the blonde was maybe the men as well. When I go home Joyce was out so I took this opportunity to search the house for a safe or a box of some kind for that key I found. I started in the basement and gave it a real good going over. I though since that was where the darkroom was it might be close by. After two hours of going through every room I came to the stairs that went up to the attic. There was a mountain of stuff left up there. Pictures, furniture, rugs, clothing and several large steamer trunks. I thought I hit pay dirty but no such luck. I walked over to the small window that faced out over the back yard. There way off nearly to the back property line was a small building I had forgotten about. It had been at one time used for a studio where Granddad took portraits. The grass and weeds had grown tall up out back beyond the lawn limits. I found the building locked. I had no idea where the key might be so I busted a window and make my way in. There I found what I was so desperately looking for. In the back of a closet there was a home made small metal box build into the wall. It was hard to see but there it was. It was open and empty so I closed the door and inserted the key I had found. The key went into the lock turning easily. When I pulled the door open again a small shelf on the bottom popped up. This home made safe had a false bottom. I lifted the shelf up and back. There hidden were three boxes about the size of a shoe box. Two folders full of letters and some kind of legal papers I would go through those later. I wanted to see what was in the shoe size boxes first. The first shoe box was full of black and white negatives. The second was full of small thee by five photographs. Some in color and some in black and white. The black and white I guessed were much older than the color ones. The third shoe size box was full of color pictures with a folded piece of paper attached to the back with the names of the people in the picture along with where and when the pictures was taken. All of the pictures were of a sexual nature. Most of the people were nude engaged in some kind of sexual play. I only took a few minutes to flip through some of then. This would I thought take several hours and a phone book to look up the names and addresses. I did take a hand full of the three by fives and put every thing back. I only found one that showed Granddad and Grandma. In this one Granddad was screwing Grandma Doggie style. In front of Grandma was a naked man with a hard on but he was not close enough for Grandma to place his cock in her mouth. I wondered who took the picture. When I returned to the house Joyce was home and making some thing to eat in the kitchen. "Hi Kev. Would you like a sandwich? Ham and cheese?" I returned her "Hi." And told her I had eaten down town. But thanks any way. I said "I spoke to Stacy this afternoon. We had a beer over at the roadhouse. I had a bit to eat there." Joyce looked up and I saw a little twist in the corner of her mouth. She gets that when she thinks she has been caught doing something she should not have. I just looked at her and smiled. She turned red in the face and asked "He told you didn't he?" I smiled back and asked "Tell me what?" "Now don't you give me any grief. I don't need it. I gave in and Stacy was kind and really a very good partner. I'm not ashamed of it so just don't you say a word." I said "Spoken like an older sister. I'll keep your secret and my lips are sealed. Mom will not learn any thing from me. But I was a little surprised that you brought him to the house. That was a little risky wasn't it?" Joyce said "Mom did say she would not be home until Saturday night or Sunday morning." "Well sure she did but any number of things may have caused her to return early. You did not think of that?" I looked at her and let her know it may not have been a wise thing to do. She changed the subject and asked "Where were you until the wee hours. Where you out getting laid?" "I wish. But no; I was taking some pictures of nature and a few wild creatures." Joyce did not pick up on my sarcasm so I let it pass. I said "Have you noticed that Mom has been dating a lot lately? Do you think she has found some one she really likes?" Joyce said "I don' t know. Mom doesn't tell me anything about her private life. Do you know something I don't know?" I shook my head and said I was tired and was going to call it a night. As I passed out of the room I said "Next time tell Stacy to park out on the side road and walk in and don't make so much noise." I left before she could say anything. Once in my room I relaxed on my bed naked and looked at the pictures I had brought in from the studio. The name on the back of the photo of my grandparents was Susan and Curt James. My last name was James. Could these people have be Mom'ss? After Mom divorced my father he left town and I never knew him or his family. But now I thought maybe I would look them up. In the attached it said "Friends from up state." No location as on some of the others. I had grabbed ten photos after looking at all of them I did not recognize any of the faces. Most were local or from towns with in fifty miles or less. I laid back and before I knew what happened I was asleep. Again I had dreams of my mother and her friends. In my dreams I was standing close to Mom she looked at me and I looked at her beautiful nakedness. I could not speak. Mom was in all her naked glory and so was I. She did look at me and saw I had a hard on. I took my cock in my hand and milked it a few times. Mom just smiled. I felt my cock being touched and milked. It was not my hand. Boy did it feel good. It had been a while since I had a hand job or anything else for that matter. I had been so busy sex had slipped my mind. The events of the night before had brought back my need to have sex. I slowly came awake. I did not want to open my eyes I was afraid of not only what I might see but also that this tremendously good feeling would stop. I peeked. Joyce was standing next to the bed. Looking at the pictures and playing with my cock at the same time. I must still be dreaming. My sister touching me. That was just crazy. I looked at her wide eyed. Joyce said "Kev darling you have a beautiful cock. Do you mind I love the feel of it. Where did you get these pictures?" I was still in shock. Joyce had on her night gown. It was sheer, and I could see all her curves and the darker area between her legs. Joyce was build much like Mom except with fuller rounder tits. I slipped a hand up under her shortie. I found her pussy wet and warm. I found myself trembling as I ran a finger tip around the wetness. Joyce parted her legs encouraging me to push a finger into her pussy. Joyce moaned and again asked "Where did you get these pictures?" I said "I found them in the darkroom." She looked at me and said "Mom and I looked there. We looked every where. Mom really wants to find these pictures. Grandpa left a sealed letter telling her about some pictures. It was given to her when the will was read. Mr. Combs the lawyer said if Mom found anything unusual in or around the house she was supposed to contact him. I bet this is what he was talking about." Joyce was still playing with my cock and I hardly heard her words. I pushed two fingers into her very wet pussy. Joyce seemed to notice me then. She smiled and lowered her head inches away from my cock. Her breath was hot and she seemed to be really turned on. I tickled her tiny ass hole with my thumb as I wiggled the two fingers deeper. Joyce shivered and pulled back. In one swift movement she wisped the gown up and over her head. Joyce moved quickly getting up on the bed. Her pussy was over my face as I felt her mouth slide down taking all of my cock into her mouth. I circled my arms around her ass and pulled her pussy down on my mouth. I was happily tongue fucking my darling sister and she was doing her best to make me get off in her mouth. I did not want to cum yet but I could not hold back. My balls hurt, my ass hole puckered and I felt the first of several long spurs shoot from my cock. Joyce sucked swallowing all I had with out letting a drop dribble from her mouth. Joyce was an excellent cocksucker. She rolled off me without sharing with me her climax. I felt as if I had cheated her but she seemed to be fine with the way things worked out. As soon as I was once again in the world of he living and sitting up Joyce said "Now tell me where there any more of these pictures?" I senses she knew much more that she was telling me. So I said "They were behind the enlarging table and the wall. I think they may have been there a very long time." I lied. "Are you sure there were not more?" I again I lied and repeated what I had said. Joyce took the pictures and left my room. I did not go after her. I thought "That fucking little bitch. She gave me a blow job thinking that would make me give up the pictures and there location. She does know more than she telling me." She just wanted to make sure I was telling the truth. Well fuck her I've smarter than that" I had an idea she would not tell Mom about the pictures right away. There was something else she had planed however; at this point in time I just did not know what it was yet. But I had an idea how to fine out. Mom returned Sunday morning all smiles and telling us how she enjoyed the weekend with her friend for school. I thought "Sure you did and I have proof of it." Monday morning I said as I walked out of the house "I'm going to see about a job taking pictures for an insurance company." Jumping in the Mustang I drove straight to the lawyer's office Mr. Combs was in. I was looking at this older man face to face five minutes later. I handed him a dollar and said "Now anything I say to you is privileged is that correct." He looked at me and smiled. I'm sure he was not taking this too serious but he took the dollar bill and said "Yes now I'm bound to keep anything you tell me just between us." I said "Good." I handed him a picture I had taken of the three shoe boxes and the folders and papers." I think he knew right away what this was about but he maintained is composure and asked "what all this?" I said "I think you already know. But it seems to be what every one; by that I mean my Mother and sister are looking for. I did not know about its importance until last night when my sister said she and Mom had been looking for something. I did not tell her I had found the while bundle. But Joyce did find ten photos I had in my bedroom and seemed highly excited by it. So I want to know what and why these items are so important?" He said "Have you told anyone else about finding this material?" Again it seemed to be more important for this to be kept private than to tell me a kid the truth. So I said "I've made several copies of this stuff and have placed these photographs in two letters addressed too people I can trust. In the letter I listed everything and the current location of the stuff." Mr. Combs looked at me trying to see if I was telling the truth. I think he believed me. He said "Your Grandfather was a very adventurous man and besides the property he left your mother he also had other holdings. He seemed to think that what you've found if kept in the family would provide a long term flow of money to the family thorough a private trust he set up a long time ago. He also believed that whoever was cleaver enough to find it was also smart enough to handle and maintain this trust through the years. If handle properly it will be there for generations to come. The family will be well cared for past your life time." I was in shock. I said "Do you know what is in the legal papers and the file folders? I did not look at them. I did look at many of the pictures. Do you know what these pictures are of?" Mr. Combs said "Yes most of what is there your Grandfather showed me. That was more then twenty years ago. I felt he had added to the content though the years up until your Grandmother died. I don't believe your Grandfather did much after that." I sat there just thinking when Mr. Combs continued "Kevin if you want to bring this in I will be happy to go over it with you and give you some advice on how to proceed." For the most part the pictures were for his private enjoyment. It's the deeds and other papers that are the important items." I stood and said "You've been very helpful. I do trust you but I also want to take these papers to another lawyer that may not be involved too closely. If every thing you've told me is proved out I'll get back with you and we can go through it together and hopefully you can advise me how to take care of this and where to go from here." We shook hands and then at the door I looked back and said "Do you have any idea what his holding as you say are worth?" He said "It's been twenty years but I would guess some where in the millions." I swallowed and smiled my heart skipping a few beats. Once out in the hall I yelled out load. Caught myself and ran out to the parking lot. I sat in the road house with a beer in hand thinking. I wanted to call Stacy as he was my best friend. However now that he was in love and fucking my sister I thought maybe, just maybe he would trade favors to my sister for information. I felt that for awhile I needed to keep this quiet and talk to another lawyer as I had told Mr. Combs. Again I felt Mr. Combs might have other self serving motivations in mind. For some reason he played off the importance of the photos. Yet I figured they must be part of this strange puzzle or Grandpa would not have included them in the stash. Also Mr. Combs pointed out that who ever had the package in hand was the person that would rule the roost. If it was taken from me than that person would be in charge of everything. I did not want this to happen. I had to find someone that I could trust and make that person a part of what ever I need to do without anyone knowing about my silent partner. But who? ... There had to be someone I could take into my confidence. Part II to follow ... (If I get a good response)