9 comments/ 71190 views/ 26 favorites So Close There Had to be Sex By: Egmont Grigor MY MOTHER Regina Link became pregnant when holidaying in the Virgin Islands of all places while separated from dad serving on a diplomatic mission in East Europe. She'd refused to accompany him because murder, beatings and mayhem were a way of life in the country where he was posted. I was ten months old before my so-called father Anthony saw me, not that I remembered that auspicious occasion when presumably mom wore a black eye or was being celebrated as a very clever lady for achieving self-fertilization. My sister Mia was born eight years later when we were stationed in Hong Kong. Everyone including dad assumed he was Mia's father. Mia and I came to regard that as bullshit but made no attempt to prove our belief. It just made us feel closer ...as my mother's memoirs to be published posthumously at the appropriate time will reveal. CHAPTER 1 Regina Link's promiscuity went unnoticed, except for the beneficiaries who left her resting sleepily in satisfaction. She coupled only with happily married men of well-established families to whom controversy was an anathema and the men were dedicated to making money until death and thus were certain to never have to co-write grubby little memoirs to finance themselves through retirement. Guys honored to have slid up and down between Regina Link's creamy well-bred thighs remained unaware they were safer having a secret tryst with her than spending an afternoon in the security vault of their bank. They weren't to know they could rest assured there was no question of accidental pregnancy, as she'd slipped up only once long again when in the Virgin Islands. Early in her marriage to an older man she'd found she preferred sex to bridge. She could, for example, choose her partner, extend the game for as long as she wished and never be late home for dinner -- unless that was her wish. A real irritation entered her life with that unwanted, unexpected pregnancy to Baron Roland Archer. She'd met the retired British recluse also on holiday and simply had assumed at his age he'd not be capable of firing a live round or two, such was the ignorance of the 22-year-old. She decided to have the child in the hope he'd turned out to be more of an asset than a liability but no, it was the latter. Rodin turned out to be a cry baby so Regina, daughter of a super-wealthy industrialist, purchased a house in his name and installed two live-in nannies to attend to him 24/7 while she either lived in her home alone or went globe-trotting picking up and discarding lovers as if picking up cards at bridge. This distance between Regina and Rodin increased enormously eight years later when she gave birth in Hong Kong to daughter Mia Charlotte Link who turned out perfect in every way. Mother only showed Rodin his sister on his birthday in the three years they were in Hong Kong. Regina never explained this isolation -- which was one reason why Rodin was thinking of topping his mom to get his hands on her memoirs. Rodin simply assumed she didn't like him and that seemed an intelligent guess. However when Mia learned to walk she was often taken by her nanny to visit Rodin with his two nannies who, whether his mom intended that or not, seemed to become younger and sexier as he grew older. The family's home -- rarely used -- is in Boston and Rodin graduated in Massachusetts and went to Oxford in England on a scholarship to complete post-graduate studies in international law. The family had been kept apart by Anthony's postings -- although he was now retired -- and by Regina's manipulations but it would be reunited back in Boston for Mia's college graduation. "Mom, when is Rodin due?" the long-legged Mia, sweeping back her raven hair called, coming down the stairs the morning before the ceremony. "I haven't a clue," her mother lied, still angry that Mia had written to him and he'd called from South Africa to say he'd be home for his sister's 'finest hour'. Mia asked the housekeeper, finger against her lips, to copy Rodin's email for her and was handed it a few minutes later. She had twenty minutes to get to the airport. "Mom, I'm meeting Helena and Judy at the mall. May I take the BMW?" "Yes dear, don't drink and drive." Mia rushed to Logan International Airport and waiting just five minutes saw her brother emerge from security and waved wildly and screamed. He appeared not all at perturbed but when he reached her said, "Hey, back off baby. Pushing into a guy like that means sex." "Perhaps that's what I mean," she said, staring at him defiantly. He sighed and then gave her a brotherly kiss. "It's been two years, what do you think of these?" she asked, relieved not to be given a lecture. "They are beauties and ought to be in a bra. They'll flop sooner if not kept well supported most of the day." "Youth is on my side." He grinned, looking very masculine with his shaggy looks. She felt like fingering herself. "Where's your girlfriend?" "You went shitty on me last time when I brought a female pal with me so I came alone. I didn't want to spoil your great occasion." "You can always fuck me if you feel the need." Rodin just sighed, She liked the fact Rodin didn't lecture her and he didn't look around in embarrassment to see who'd overheard her. He really was so much like her. She thought if she wanted to screw him it would have to be within hours of him reunited with his mother, as he always saddened after those rare encounters. What was the use of studying psychology if she didn't apply the results practically? Their mother who also hadn't seen her son for seventeen months came up with one of her classic greetings when they met. "Oh, you're home?" "Hello mother. You look well." "Well, that's not necessarily how I judge it," said the bitch they called mother. "Go and have a sleep because we don't want a travel zombie at the table for dinner. Your father would like intelligent conversation from a son he hasn't seen for more than two years." And that was it. Their mother walked away. Rodin's shoulders slumped but he was immediately uplifted when the housekeeper kissed him and said beautifully, "Welcome home lovely Rodin. It is a pleasure having you in the house again. Come this way please and I'll put you to bed. Off you go Mia." Mrs Blake had been Rodin's last nanny and had taught him about life. Mia was quite sure she'd undress him, make him brush his teeth and when he was in bed would pull up her dress and ask did he wish her to sit on him. Mia sighed and recalled her mother had forbidden Mia's nannies to teach Mia about sex or to touch her body in an unladylike manner. She gritted and still thought guys had all the fun. Five hours later Mia went into Rodin's room, undressed and slipped in beside him. She was sucking him before he awoke. He pulled the blankets up and said, "Oh, it's you. Want mom to kill you?" Mia said, "I love you Rodin." "What's the time?" "Just after 5:00." "This I love you garbage. You state that in every email you send. You've written it so much you are in danger of believing it." "Please yourself. Now may I get on with my task?" Rodin grinned and thickened in her mouth. He didn't want to do it but he was tired and a little depressed. The person he wanted to love him in the family sense of the word was his mother. But Mia had her dripping cunt over his mouth in converting to a sixty-nine so fast he was practically unaware it was happening. She then pulled out of that before either of them climaxed and was feeding him into her before he finished yawning. "Mia, we can't." "Too late, we're doing it. Don't just rest there." Just before 6:15 his mother entered the room, presumably to wake up Rodin. She found them both asleep, her daughter on her back and smeared in cum from thighs to forehead. Regina let rip. "Wake up you motherfucker," she screamed, aiming her wrath at her unwanted son. Rodin woke, spotted a slap aimed for his face so grabbed the hand and pulled his mom off balance. She fell over him and across Mia's belly, the thin coating of cum making her face skid even farther. "Yuk," she screamed. "Hi mom," Mia grinned. "We weren't expecting to be having a threesome." That went down like a lead balloon but Regina was too smart to run out of the room screaming. So far no one had coming running. Wiping her face Regina hissed, "I don't want you sitting with me at the ceremony tomorrow." "Too bad, sit dad between you and me." "If I see you there I'll walk out." Rodin saw Mia's face fall so knew he was stymied. He winked at Mia, making sure she saw the wink, and said to his mother, "Very well, how much will you pay me to go away?" Regina stared at him and both he and Mia knew she was calculating. "I shall pay you $250,000 to get out of my life and stay out of my life. I want you to be at my attorney's at noon tomorrow to sign a contract and the money will be handed to you." "No contract and I'll stay out of your life. You have my word on that. I'll meet you at your bank in the morning to transact an irreversible electronic bank transfer." Nodding, Regina turned to her daughter. "Mia, I require you to stay out of Rodin's life." "No." "I insist." Looking visibly shaken Mia sobbed, "How much?" That sheer unexpectedness of that rocked Regina but the 48-year-old realized she needed to seal a deal with her daughter to achieve the full closure she sought. "Very well -- two years as a freshman and four years to get your masters, so $120,00 payable at $20,000 a year will be good pocket money for you while I put you thought college and university." Mia, realizing she was about to lose Rodin hesitated only for seconds. "I accept and no written contract. I promise not to contact Rodin before completing my masters in literature." Regina gave a small smile. "Nice try darling but far too open-ended. You are not to communicate with Rodin in anyway whatsoever within six years as from today. I'll transfer the first $20,000 into your bank account tomorrow." "Sadly I accept. I have no wish to lose you at this point." "Thank you Mia. Now remove yourself from this room while I have my final words with my son who is being excommunicated." "May I kiss him?" "No." "Goodbye me dearest brother. I shall never forget you." "You are a great fuck Mia. I'II not forget you but not only for that reason. You are a most beautiful young lady in every way. Goodbye and remain safe and happy." Mia left and Regina said, "Follow me", leading Rodin to her bedroom. She and husband Anthony slept apart. Regina opened a wall safe and handed him a letter secured formerly with a wax inscribed seal. "Your real father is an English peer who is a recluse although of sound mind for an eighty-eight years old," Regina said coldly. "You are the eldest of his three illegitimate children, all males. He knows you exist and has seen you on three occasions to my knowledge. The last time I saw him was in Paris when he handed this letter to me and asked that I only give it to you if there was sufficient reason to do so. Since you are now without a family I would assume there is now reason for you to visit him. Here is the address of my attorney. Meet me there at 11:00 in the morning and you will be required to repeat your verbal undertaking to me and then sign receipt of my payment to you. Now get out of my house." Next day after completing the heartless transaction with his mother who acted zombie-like in front of the quite embarrassed female attorney. Rodin went to his American bank where he transferred one-third of the $200,000 to his bank in Sydney and one-third to his Bank in London. Displaying his Sydney University teaching credentials to officials at the college graduation ceremony later that day Rodin was successful in gaining admittance to watch Mia take part in the ceremony and later when she was being photographed with her parents he managed to catch her eye, advising her of his presence. That evening as she arrived at the ball he first caught her attention that he seen her dressed to her finest and as she climbed to steps to the venue, as pre-arranged, he had a professional photographer take a shot of him walking right behind her and just to the side, posing as if he were escorting her. That was the very best he could do and he later send a copy of that photograph to his sweetheart to treasure without any correspondence attached. Cast adrift, Rodin spent two weeks idly driving through several states before arriving to check in his hire car in New York before catching a flight to England to visit his father. A flight attendant not servicing Rodin's section on the aircraft had twice made positive eye contact with him, taking her time to look away. When walking through the terminal at Gatwick he noticed the attractive brunette looking at a duty free display and idly asked, "Waiting for me?" "Waiting for you to ask that question, yes. I'm Paula Robbins Mr Link." "Rodin." "Oooh, nice name. This is my home area and I have my car here. May I drive you somewhere?" "Are we going to date?" "We'll see. Let's get to know one another before we do anything rash." "Okay Paula, can you take me to Rockland's Hall?" "Damn." "What's the problem?" "I know where Rockland's Hall is; it's way off where I live." "Well take me there and stay the night." "But my mother and father are expecting me home." Rodin smiled to assure he everything was fine. "Look how old are you, twenty-five?" "Twenty-six." "Christ, near enough to being middle age. Here take this. It's my phone and it's on some kind of Roaming package that means it works in ninety plus countries and my understanding England is one of those countries but not Ireland and I gather that was meant as a joke." "Okay but who am my supposed to call?" "Your parents, to say you have met a lovely American on the flight and you are going to stay with him the night, or possibly two nights." Paula lost her nerve completely and Rodin smiled. This was not unlike dealing with terrified female students on the eve on an important exam when they thought by sucking him an exam pass was guaranteed although they knew he didn't mark the papers. It was surprising how some intelligent people would go ape when in near panic. Paula was most unlikely to indulge in fellatio right now but without doubt her panic was rising. "Rodin, I don't think you understand. This is England, not America My parents still kid themselves I'm a virgin and will have some likely lads sorted for me ready for my arrival." "Likely lads?" "Oh you know, one will be the village idiot, another an intellectual idiot who is the unworldly son of the vicar and the other will be the son of our local stationmaster who chats kindly to mother twice and week while she waits for a train to arrive to take her to our nearest market town and then helps load her car with the fruits of her half-day excursion when she returns." Astonished, Rodin asked why the stationmaster would do that? "It's a tiny station always due for closure by the railway authorities. Mom helps keep him in his job by using his railway station." "Why doesn't you mother cut corners and drive herself to market?" "Well because it's tradition. As a girl she was taken to market by her grandmother and mother and that's how one went to market. Simple as that. Besides she's never driven her car more than three miles away from our home." "I see," said Rodin. But it was obvious he didn't. "Well call them and tell them you'll not be coming home for a night or two. The village idiot will understand if they don't." "What do you mean?" "Ah, it's called a joke. I know my sense of humor leaves Americans bewildered but I was hoping...." "Oh, I understand. It was a joke. Very funny." Paula laughed and Rodin liked very much the sight of her lovely pink tongue with its quite sharp point. He adjusted his trousers. "Look, it's your call Paula," Rodin said, pushing the phone back at her. "You are old enough to do anything you like within reason and to say to hell with other people if they don't like it. Oh, to cut corners, I'm not actively looking for a wife." "Oh." "A problem." "That was alarmingly direct. So if I associate with you will think of me as a whore?" "Not at all. Normal working women pick up men all the time to talk and whatever, and nobody calls their targets male whores. Come on Paula, you travel internationally -- you must be up to speed?" "Perhaps I am," she said, almost shyly. "It was you I was worried about." "Paula. Let's cut another corner. I'll happily fuck you if you find me acceptable." That shocked her. "Christ Rodin, you can't cut corners that fast." "Oh yeah?" Paula managed a small smile. "I have this feeling I'm going to like you very much. Exactly why have you attached to me?" "Right now Paula Robbins, you are the only person I know in this terminal and that makes you special." "Oooh, I like that. Pull your trolley this way Rodin and off we go." * * * Paula was heating with excitement. She quite regularly picked up a date, well a fuck, for overnight solace when feeling lonely. She'd make a special effort to pick a likely guy when she had a week's leave like right now. Her success rate was high because she was attractive with evidence of a great body. Her male target more often than not couldn't believe his luck, and even if married would abandon his vows to perform, confirming what swine men were. And luck it was because she knew she was good in bed and presented admirably in any role from wench to lady appropriate to any company and environment in which she found herself engulfed. It was only in respect of her parents and within her village that she went to pieces and become subservient. They settled into her red Ford Focus. Shaking a little, she called her mother. They talked, her mother cried, Paula cried and her mother cut the call. Paula looked at Rodin, a plea in her beautiful green eyes. He responded. "Please show me your severed arm." "What?" "Do you feel a curse ripping through your body?" Paula then looked away, bright enough to be aware what he was on about. Slowly the grin widened. She wiped at her eyes and said, "I've broken the chains." "Welcome to the world of the free darling. I don't believe I've told you what wonderfully shaped tits you have despite that uniform." They drove on for forty-five minutes and stopped for tea and something called scones. Rodin asked for coffee, spat out the first mouthful and managed to sip the tea down. He left his two scone halves spread thickly with butter, dark jam and clotted cream, feeling bilious. Smiling with understanding Paula returned from the counter with a candy bar made in England to American specifications. She blushed at the way Rodin smiled at her as he began chewing. Forty minutes later after resuming their journey Rodin opened the farm gate carrying the sign in blood-red paint 'No Trespassing' and they drove long a bumpy track that cut through a dark forest. "Goblins and werewolves," he asked only slightly nervously as Paula turned on the headlights. "The nearest goblins are in Ireland and werewolves inhabit German forests, I think," Paula said helpfully. A crow 'haaacked' as it flew across in front of them. "Scared?" "T-tell me about your village," Rodin urged. CHAPTER 2 A pretty young woman carrying a white Scottish terrier with her short dress not covering the bottom cheeks of her ass answered. "Oh hello, you must be the missing son." Rodin stood nonplussed while the woman put down the dog. It sniffed Rodin's nearest shoe and lifted its leg. He kicked the mutt away. He then said stiffly, "Yes, I do believe I'm Baron Archer's eldest son." He then noticed Paula's eyes roll up and caught her before she fell. Obviously all this was becoming a bit much for her. So Close There Had to be Sex "Thank you," Paula wheezed. "How did you recognize me?" "You have Rollie's nose and bearing when his arthritis is in remission but your mother wrote telling us to expect you." "Us." "I know this must sound far-fetched with me being a little younger than you but technically I'm your mother because I'm your father's current mistress." "That's not so," Rodin flared. "The woman who bore me is my mother." "True but I did say technically." "Oh." "Your unspoken apology is accepted. Please come in and bring this charming lady with you. Where did you pick her up?" Rodin improvised smartly. "I have a fear of flying and the airline assigned her to pilot me through the flight. We found we couldn't part -- she's English -- and so I invited her to stay with me." "Welcome miss. Rollie will find you acceptable as he does all promiscuous women." Paula appeared uncertain whether to appear flattered or appalled. Unaware of that byplay Rodin asked, "What do I call my father?" The young mistress tittered. "Father would be a good start." They entered a glass-roofed annex where Baron Archer, dressed only in old pants and tennis shoes was painting in oils, a black dog with a head that reminded Rodin of illustrations he'd seen of werewolves. He waited until his father stepped back, looked at his work and then looked at Rodin. "Hello sir, I'm your son." Rodin held out the unsealed envelope. Baron Archer glanced at the package in Rodin's hand and said no proof was required. You have your mother's nose and eyes and your arrogant appearance is all me, as is the color of your hair -- er, at the time I impregnated your mother. Come, let's go and get pissed, er, drunk. I take it you have met Dolly and this is..." "Paula sir. She works for British Airways and she caught me eye." "I can see why. Like father like son, eh boy? Have you come for money?" "No sir. Just to say hello." "And?" "My mother now disowns me." Baron Archer laughed. "She wrote she caught you fucking your sister." "She came across us after the act sir. Technically as you are aware, Mia is not my sister. She is my half-sister." "Spoken like a lawyer my boy. Come, let's open some red wine," he said, linking arms with both women, Paula scarcely noticing because she was still gazing at Rodin who'd done the unthinkable with his sister, er, half sister. After downing two glasses of red the Baron Archer fell asleep. "Come on," Dolly said, "Let's have dinner. Staff will arrive to put him to bed. May I sleep with you two tonight?" "W-we haven't done it yet," Paula said modestly, staring at the floor. "Well, early to bed tonight you two. Tomorrow night then?" To Rodin's amazement, Paula replied, "That would be lovely Dolly." "Don't rush to rise in the morning. We start our day with elevenses on the lawn." The housemaid bade them goodnight and left the room. Paula locked the door. "This whole place is rundown but everything is of the highest quality." "The British peerage is being taxed towards oblivion," Rodin said authoritatively. "Father or should I say pater will probably be asking me for a loan. But enough of that -- please bare those tits for me." "Do it yourself," Paula said without a blush to be seen. Rodin undressed Paula slowly and stared into her eyes. Her's where green and she stared into light blue and as he caressed her shoulders and murmured to her she whispered she was ready to consume him whole. Her nipples were taut, feeling in need of being suckled. "Oh these breasts, they are breasts to die for," he waxed on, fondling them. "I'll be the one to die if you don't hurry," Paula panted. Paula groaned with relief as Rodin's dripping erection parted her bush. He was pleased she did nothing more than lightly trim, as that probably meant Paula wouldn't expect his dick and balls to be hair-free. Some women today were becoming very demanding about how their men measured up before having sex and by that he didn't mean with a ruler. Paula was so ready and slippery that she almost pulled him into her by vacuum. He pulled away and pushed forward and winced at the disgustingly squishy sound. It was far too early for her to accept that, surely. "Oooh, hear my pussy juice," she almost squealed in pleasure. "I'm wet enough for you to push up my bum." Bum? That's English-English for... Rodin blushed and decided Paula really was a surprise package. Paula pushed back at him and began clawing his back so Rodin pulled her legs over his shoulders, deciding to give it to her really well. Er, good. What the fuck, this was no time for good grammar, he ruled, grunting forward with so much thrust her ass moved toward the bed-head. They both got one away and then Paula was ready for doggy. They worked away half the night enjoying their passion until it died naturally. Rodin thought he'd only slipped asleep again just after celebrating the new dawn with Paula when Dolly was shouting through the door, "Come on you fuckers. It's 10:45. Elevenses on the lawn in fifteen minutes' sharp. The next night after the baron was put to bed after three glasses of red, Dolly joined the other two for a threesome which Rodin found not particularly satisfying because the two women spent too little time and effort on him although he was told plainly he could take any hole he saw. Well without the counteraction that was only a little better than masturbation. After lunch next day Paula said she wanted to go home and visit her parents. When Rodin said he'd accompany her and Paula looked at him lovingly, the Baron Archer asked Rodin to come to his office. Rodin ducked off to get his checkbook wondering what his limit was to any financial request to his dad. He decided to limit it to $100,000 from the money his mother had given him. "Rodin, I understand you know I have sired two other sons. One is sixteen and lives with his mother in Mendoza in Argentina and the other lives with a rich bitch in Monte Carlo who has never married. He's nine. I had meant to reward you all for giving you a life without knowing your real father with money when you turned twenty-five. I have missed that birthday with you by five years so will give you something extra. Please give me your bank number son. I'm going to the bank in a few minutes and will make the transfer." The meetings with his father had been rather abstract, a little like talking to an uncle perhaps, with no real emotion surfacing between them and that was not surprising, given the circumstances. * * * Paula and Rodin were at a teahouse a few miles from her home having afternoon tea and the informal setting allowing Paula to describe how her mother and father were staunchly British and had a dislike of Americans, not even watching American programs on TV apart from Walt Disney Classics and the perpetual re-runs of 'Mash'. Rodin listened politely and noted things he thought would be useful. Then a chap from his bank called him. "I say Mr Link, welcome to England and I apologize for the weather." "It's been fine down here in the south. Also I am familiar with British weather, having spent a year at Oxford where I gained my Magister Juris to go on top of my American law degree." "Oh, well done. Why I'm calling is my name is Charles Braithwaite, assistant general manager of you bank's investment section. I personally represent major customers with our bank. We have checked and verified a deposit made into your account by The Lord Archer of Rockland's earlier this afternoon. I invite you to visit me as soon as possible to discuss strategic investments." "Okay, my partner and I will come up by train." "How would lunch suit?" "Lunch would be fine. Oh, how much did my father lodge in my account." "Six hundred thousand pounds sir or in American money touching on $1.2 million." "Oh, good show. Call me Rodin Charles. Paula and I will arrive at the bank about lunchtime and ask for you in the investments department." Paula smiled and said Rodin looked pleased about the call. "A problem with your father's attempt to lodge some money in your account I gather." "Yes, the size of it has rather startled my bank. Dad's given me 600,000 pounds." Paula picked up her teacup to drain it. "Well, that's the end for the likes of me. You'll be wanting a daughter from within the gentry." "Fuck them. You know how to fuck. As you heard I'm taking you to lunch in London tomorrow and the bank pays." "God, you are so refreshingly different." "I am? Well in that case before I return to American we must find you a guy with money who both adores you and deserves you." Three weeks later a tearful Paula, her new beau and her won-over parents waved goodbye to Rodin as his flight to Boston was called. Paula could shout she loved him but he saw her lips move and knew she what she was miming. The new guy -- he appeared eminently suited -- held on to Paula proudly. He was Charles Braithwaite, assistant general manager of investment at Rodin's bank, reasonably good looking, well heeled very British and only thirty-four which suited Paula fine as she preferred older men. Well, what a remarkably clean ending, Rodin thought. A flight attendant checking that seat belts caught his eye and held his gaze. Rodin thought yummy, yummy. He winked, she flushed but held her gaze. He then saw her wedding ring and decided to be a good boy so looked away and yawned. Rodin Link a good boy? He found himself rather impressed. * * * Rodin engaged a female private investigator to check all colleges in and around Boston to find where Mia was studying. He still had a few days of his leave left before returning to lecture senior students. The woman came up with nothing. So, his ex-mom had used her clever mind. Mia would be at a college out of state. But Rodin knew what to do. He went to the coffee house where Nanny Blake met a couple of her friends each Tuesday morning. She saw him enter and waved. He waved back and sat far away, back on to her. Twenty minutes later she kissed the back of his neck and patted his hair. He smiled, patted her hand and invited her to sit down. "I should be getting back." Rodin didn't answer so she sat. "I want the name of Mia's college." Sonia Blake sighed and said she'd promised not to reveal Mia's whereabouts to anyone, especially him. "I'm asking for loyalty." "Your mother has my loyalty." They sat eyeing one another and she said he was looking well and he returned the compliment. Then he remembered something, something he'd promised himself he'd never use but he was desperate." "Does Mia write to you?" "Of course not." "Well after you give me her whereabouts she will, because I'll suggest she does, just to keep you informed about what's she doing and perhaps thinking. She is banned from communicating with me but of course not to you. She will have the brains to know you will send to me copies of her emails to you." "I don't do those email things." "Well she'll write to you." "After that terrible thing you two did I'll not go against your mother's wishes." "Has my mother said you cannot communicate with me?" "No, she'd never do that." "Mia is my half-sister so we were only half-bad." "That's splitting hairs." "But being half-bad is better than being fully bad, isn't it." "I suppose so but my loyalty is to your mother." "And so is should be because she'd the one who pays you, feeds you and uses you. I'm only the guy you care for as your son for eight years before I went to college." "Oh Christ," his last nanny wailed. People looked at them and then looked away. "She won't know I'm watching her." "Villa Julie College, just out of Baltimore. Enrolled with the consent of school authorities under her maternal grandmother's surname." "Of course. Grandma went there. Thank you nanny. Come on, I'll drop you off a street short from home. I'm not betray you and break my promise not to give Mia the opportunity to communicate with me." Two days later in Maryland, wearing a wide-brim hat pulled low and very dark sunglasses, Rodin sat amid a small group of parents and watched Mia and her partner playing in the semi-finals of the college's women's doubles tennis championship. Mia's partner was super-athletic and a brilliant player and Mia was more than adequate. They won the match with ease. As they stood up to leave an older woman next to him told him proudly, "That's my granddaughter and her best friend." "Your granddaughter is a brilliant player." "Indeed, she's already won the singles championship." Rodin decided to take the risk, having nothing to lose. "Look, would you care to join me for a drink at a bar after you've congratulated your granddaughter and friend. "I really don't think so," said the woman. Rodin pulled out his university ID. "Oh, how interesting. You teach law. I'm an attorney...oh God, Link. That's Mia's real name." "I'm her half-brother, just passing through. I pose no threat to her security and in fact will not be contacting her. Please, talk with me and hear me out. I'll come to your office and talk with someone you can trust being present if that is your wish." "Mia has told Julie my granddaughter she loves you. Now that's not healthy and it does help her with you hanging around." "Which is what I want to talk to you about. I'm in your hands." The woman looked at him and said he did appear trustworthy, for what that was worth. She named the bar where she'd meet him in about twenty minutes. "Thank you. This is such a relief to me." "Well see about that. Don't expect anything to which you are not entitled." Matilda Beamish approached the bar ready to gut this guy Rodin and hang him out to dry, verbally of course, because she was against smacking as a means of discipline. However she resolved to hear him out first. "Hi, thank you for coming. May I buy you a drink -- a Martini perhaps? She said yes and he returned with two Martinis and she introduced herself. He began straight off. "Mia and I grew up influenced by our parents and their lifestyle and our mother's callous indifference toward me in particularly and to a lesser degree towards Mia. She worked to keep us apart as children, using my nannies to do that. In recent years I found my real father lives in England and Mia now believes, without undue influence from me, that our mother's husband is not her father but has decided to leave her concerns untested. I arrived home for Mia's high school graduation and found she was infatuated with me and because I didn't fight her off hard enough it happened and our mother come in to find us asleep and her daughter covered in drying sweat and you know what. Mia had assured me she was on an anti-conception program. My mother went bananas, disowned me and threw me out of the house, actually paying me to leave and I regarded that as her conscience money. She entered a monetary contract before I left with Mia who must not contact me in any way during the next six years -- her college and university years. As you probably know she wants to graduate in English and literature to become a professional writer." "Yes, I am aware of that," Matilda said. "I have recently been to see my father who acknowledges me as one of three illegitimate sons and he rewarded me handsomely in a conscience payout to cover any responsibility he had towards me and never met. He believes my mother's very strange attitude toward me throughout my childhood was because I was her unwanted child and assumes our mother's heartless attitude was responsible for Mia throwing herself at me and why I yielded, my father saying I was desperate for real love. I am inclined to agree with him." "And?" "That's it. I've revealed this to enable you to understand what my next request is about. You must agree I was unaware that you were an attorney when I spoke to you, that I spoke to you as a proud and presumably caring grandmother whose granddaughter's best friend is the love of my life." "You make me feel sick." "Then be sick, over me if that will make you feel you've achieved something." "You are callous." Rodin snapped back, "So what? Do you wish me to believe you are an intelligent woman incapable of inhumanity? Mia and I are caught in a web that neither of us wants out, despite what society thinks. To my surprise I am agreeable to my heartless mother's six-year embargo because I think in six years Mia will be mature enough to decide her own mind rationally and able to view any option she conjures up. And that's why I have decided to keep my distance for the six years. She will then decide the fate of our love for another other." "Or she would have successfully grown apart from you." "Yes, that could well happen. If it doesn't, we'll know what to do." Matilda sighed. "You devil, through your openness you have disarmed me and I am no longer regarding you as a slime ball. Our whole extended family adores your half-sister because she's just that -- adorable. When Julie whispered Mia's secret to me I struggled to believe it because she seems so innocent and incest is so bad; I grew up believing that." "Matilda, I am not asking you to change your values but I must say in six years' time perhaps you may receive a lesson just how strong love it, but perhaps not." "What do you want me to do for you?" "Take my card and email me with snippets about what you know Mia has been doing and perhaps photos of Mia and your Julie and their boyfriends if you wish and her academic progress -- send me things you think would interest an estranged half-brother." Matilda said coldly, "And you'd want me to act as clearing house for submissions about yourself that you want her to see?" "Not at all. I want her to study without me being an influence and perhaps that vacuum may push her and our mother closer together again. My wish is she doesn't see me or hear about me for the six years when she'd free to track me down if she wishes." "What if she doesn't find you?" "She knows my bank. A letter lodged there will find me." Matilda declined a second drink. "You know Rodin, I don't approve of this thing between you and Mia but I'll do what you wish." Rodin allowed his delight to show. "Thank you. What soften you?" "You statement that I've taken as an assurance that you will not approach your half-sister for the six years. Look, take this name and address with you. The marriage of my elder daughter broke up recently and as soon as she sells the house she'd been left as part of the settlement she plans to go to Nevada where you teach law to stay with my younger sister for a while. She may welcome to be dated by someone like you, someone whom she probably can trust but don't bank on it. I'll write her saying you may call her one day. I'm giving you her cell phone number." "Are you sure about this?" "Very sure. She more you age than is Mia." Back in his hotel room Rodin looked at the back of the card where Matilda had written details of her daughter Gloria. He smiled, thinking it was luck all the way, first finding that his father had no intention of rejecting him, finding Matilda in such a strategic position with Mia and now Matilda giving him contact details of her daughter, straight out of a screwed up marriage and being anything but cock-happy. He'd only push the poor woman deeper into despair. Rodin tore up the card and tossed the pieces into the trashcan and turned on the TV to the main sports channel. CHAPTER 3 Three weeks went by and nothing from Matilda. Rodin didn't worry, being convinced she was a sincere woman and would forward something when possessing something of merit. The next morning his laptop signaled arrival of an email. The name Beamish caught his eye and Rodin sat down and eagerly opened the email. So Close There Had to be Sex "Sports prize-giving at College last night. We had such a lovely time. I took these photos for you. Love Mattie. PS. Don't reply as Julie often uses my laptop." Love, not your friend or sincerely and her pet name! Now he was ready to trust Matilda as she trusted him. The first photo was of the two girls holding up the trophy for winning the doubles. The next was taken much closer and the third was a head and shoulders shot of just Mia, grinning straight into the camera. The image blurred as his eyes misted over. Later in the day Rodin went out and purchased an 18kt gold bracelet, the most expensive gift he'd ever given anyone. He sent it to Matilda at her business address with a simple note: 'If you find this gift unacceptable bury it. R.' She'd know who it was from because of the address on the courier pack. One of his senior students worked part-time in her uncle's photographic studio so Rodin showed her the close up photo and asked her to have it blown up into poster size and framed and covered with a protective glaze. "Oh Rodin, she's gorgeous. May I have her after you've finished with her?" "She's my sister." "Oh God, please accept my apologies Rodin. I have not wish to..." He laughed and told Felicity to relax. Felicity turned professional and said because of limitation of the resolution of the home digital camera the enlarged image would be somewhat blurry. "I can whip out to where she is and take the same close-up on one of our professional cameras." "She's in Baltimore." "Oh. Well I'll sit on the technician to do her very best." * * * Rodin was marking papers on Saturday morning when his phone went. He picked it up and spun his chair around to look at his newly acquired wall poster -- Mia. "Rodin Link." "Hi, do you play golf?" "Yes, but it don't trade social invitations for sex." He thought he heard the female caller gulp and she said she was very pleased to hear that. "Mom said you'd call but you haven't do so. I want nothing from you but company and I promise not to sob." Rodin's mind whirled. Matilda's daughter, what the fuck was her name. "Ah, er, Matilda's daughter?" "Oh, you disappointment me. Forgotten my name already. Mom said you had a mind as sharp as a chisel." Rodin clicked. "Gloria!" "That's the one. I'm impressed. May I take you to lunch at my new golf club and invite you to have a round with me." "Yes of course. I'll be finished marketing these papers by noon. May I pick you up?" "I'm at the club now working. Twelve-thirty would be lovely. Just ask for me in the dining room." Rodin entered the half-full dining room and waited for someone to arrive at the reception desk. A near flat-chest sun-tanned blonde walking like a panther came up to him and asked, "Rodin?" "Yes." She kissed him and led him to a table marked 'Club Pro.' "Are you the club professional?" "Oh no he's Walt Stewart." "Wow, I've watched his lessons on TV." "He was great in his day but is ageing and has been overtaken by the power game." They drank water and both chose salads and went down to the pro shop. "I need to rent clubs." "I have a spare set here that I can use. You take these," she said, handing him a white calfskin bag with her name 'Gloria Beamish' emblazoned on the bag. "I play with men's clubs and we're the same height but the shafts may be a bit stiff for you but you're not aiming to beat me are you?" "N-no." "I still use my maiden name and people remember me from when I played on the circuit. This club jumped at the chance to hire me as assistant pro because 56% of its playing members are female." They had a convivial time, Rodin coming in playing three under his 12 handicap. "I could easily get you down to single figures." "I'm too lazy to do the work practicing." "Okay, I get the message," she laughed. "Want to take me to dinner tonight?" "Yeah." "May I pick you up -- say 7:30?" "Yeah." Gloria looked at him and smiled, "You're thinking sex aren't you?" Rodin croaked an apology but she ignored it and said, "I'm thinking sex. I shan't wear panties." The restaurant she chose had dark corners and they were shown into one of them. After two drinks she giggled cross the table to Rodin to take off a shoe and sock. He grinned, knowing what this was about, glad he'd cut his nails. Gloria wet her pussy with fingers dipped in her wineglass and wriggle until she had Rodin's big toe in position and each time he wriggled it during the evening she sighed. Gloria told him her husband had gone after a trollop at his office with big boobs so she asked for a divorce and it proceeded amicably. "Do you like big tits Rodin?" He manfully lied no and laughed again when she said, "Liar." "Mom said I better asked you to give me some background before I get involved with you." "Okay, but it's in absolute secrecy, right? "God, this sound like family incest," she whispered and hunched up over the table towards him." Rodin gave it to her straight, as he had to her mother. "Ohmigod, how exciting. I often wished my father had been interested in fucking me." Rodin decided not to give her his hunch. He also wasn't sure to be appalled or delighted about his involvement with his half-sister. She squirmed herself around his toe and he then only focused on replacing his toe with something else. Gloria proved to like her sex hot and rough and when in the first session when Rodin had her writhing in his hands and swinging her head from side to side she shouted, "Come all over me like you did to your half sister." He obliged, stood and hosed her but afterwards wished she hadn't said that. Gloria left Rodin's apartment three hours later and he was so exhausted he slept on the floor, not believing he had enough strength from where he lay after the effort of closing the door to lift himself on to his bed. The next time she told him his really was not robust enough for her and beside he was a little too small, that she was used to stallions. He assumed she didn't mean horses but she sure felt wide enough. When he was sure she was out of his life he hung Mia's poster back on the wall. Mattie sent him more photos of Mia, including included one her acting as a Greek goddess in a college play. Well cast, Rodin thought. There was a photo of Mattie hugging her granddaughter and only Mattie's face was visible. Why that picture? And then Rodin knew, smiling in pleasure as he saw the bracelet on Mattie's wrist. The next year Rodin married an attractive and rather quiet senior lecturer in Reno and soon after was invited to apply for a senior position, which he gained. It seemed he'd won respectability with marriage and although he welcomed the larger circle of more dignified friends he found some of them rather tedious. Jolene his new wife wanted him to get rid of the poster of Mia but he refused. They argued over that and they argued over why none of his relatives came to visit him and where was his sister anyway. They were half-swamped by Jolene's relatives arriving to stay with them. Fortunately they had moved into a larger apartment when they became engaged. Jolene picked on him for not wanting to go out and they argued when he said he always went to almost everything and anywhere she suggested. "But why don't you suggest we go out?" "But I do." "Oh yes, to football or high adventure movies." "But that's suggesting," he protested. "It's impossible to argue with you," she thundered and left the apartment, slamming the door and one of her best china cups fell over in the cabinet and cracked and Rodin would later be blamed for that. Well he did brood, Rodin thought sitting looking at the poster of Mia. Jolene came in, possibly to rant at him for something, saw what he was looking at and shut the door and packed her bags. Two nights later they met at a bar and planned their divorce to end five months of generally meaningless marriage. They both agreed they had married the wrong person. "You are married to that fucking poster on your study wall." It was the first and only time Rodin heard his ex-wife swear. * * * The years went by until a momentous day arrived. Mattie emailed a copy of Mia's graduation program at her university. She wrote: 'Well, here it is. The six years is almost up. Sad to say Mia has not mentioned having a half brother for nigh on four years. Your parents will be attending. I've never met them but will soon because Mia has invited your parents, Julie and her fiancé and my husband and me to her graduation dinner. Wish you could be there. Mattie.' Rather than fall into despair Rodin called Gloria at the golf club. She was surprised to hear from him and said yes, she'd like to go out to dinner with him. "My current guy is out of town at the money so I have been downbeat. We'll play the no panties and toe thing but not sex, huh?" "Suits me." They arrived separately and had a lovely, relaxing time in the bar and at dinner, Rodin's toe keeping them both grinning. Gloria was sure her guy had gone back home to tell his wife -- they had been separated for months -- he wanted a divorce." "And then he'll propose to you?" "That's my thinking." Gloria when going with another guy had attended Rodin's wedding and knew he'd divorced. "Jolene hasn't been back pleading to make another go at it?" "No." "Does that sadden you?" Rodin said no, not at all, and told Gloria that his half-sister was about to graduate. She asked carefully," What's your thinking about that." "I remain hopeful." "Hmmm," was her only response. They kissed goodnight in the parking lot behind the restaurant in front of her car. Rodin broke off to walk off but she pulled him and leaned back on to the hood of her vehicle. She pulled down his zip and Rodin licked his lips and did the rest, eagerly. It must have been the slope of the front of her vehicle, somehow pressing down her pelvic bone but she appeared very tight to Rodin and she said, "Christ, have you had enlargement surgery?" He just grinned and banged her like a champion and had her puffing into an incredible climax and he rather gushed as well. "Help, throw me an inflatable vest," she joked. "There's a rug on the back seat of my car; I need it to dry off." Rodin drove home ever so proudly. * * * Two weeks after Mia's graduation, Rodin answered a knock on the door and there she was, alone. She squealed "Rodin" and he shouted, "Oh my God." They rushed each other and their teeth collided, but without evidence of damage. "Have you forgotten how to kiss?" she accused. "Let's try it again, slowly." They kissed slowly and a little shyly. "Oh look at you," she said, standing back but still holding on to his shoulders. "You look fine. I hear you were married but it didn't last?" "Who told you?" "Mom, you have been writing to your father and she calls him occasionally." "You look wonderful. Have your tits grown." "Breasts if you please Rodin. Yes, they have and I've grown stronger and more competitive." "What does that mean?" "Nothing." "Oh. Can you stay the night?" "Yes, but only one night. I then fly to New York for a couple of days with mom and then I go on to your old university Oxford. I've won a scholarship to study developments in modern fiction." "That's great, and amazing. Where would you like to sleep?" "Mia eyed him carefully. "Not with you Rodin. You see, there's this guy...well there have been several. But not together I assure you. It's sad but I think I've fallen out of love with you." "You think?" Mia dropped her gaze and practically squirmed. "I-I've found it impossible to be sure. Something nags within me." "Well not to worry. You sleep in the bedroom and I have my daybed in the study." "No, I'll sleep in the study. I insist." "Well okay. Want to eat out or here?" "Here would be fine." "Good, I go out and grab some steaks and things. Oh, you don't know how great it is to see you again." "So you'd not forgotten me?" He didn't answer, grabbed his keys and left. * * * So Rodin had forgotten her, or at least the passion he had in being connected with her had gone. That saddened Mia because never a day had gone by without her thinking of him. She sniffed but did not cry. There had been guys, yes heaps of them, but all had disappointed her even those she'd picked up with great expectations. Never had she found anyone who even looked like surpassing the feelings her darling half-brother generated in being with her but she wisely had expected some indifference from him. Six years was longer enough to kill love, unless one wrote or read fiction? Mia sniffed again. Her backup plan was to find something suitable in England. At Oxford she would be among a great array of international students. She walked into the study and immediately turned, as she'd forgotten her bag. She looked at the wall behind the door and her jaw dropped. "Ohmigod. She began weeping, falling to her knees. Rodin, quite bushy-tailed, hurried into the room smiling, bearing hot pizza and chilled white wine and two bags carrying the promise of a steak-based feast late that evening. He stopped abruptly, confronted by a very white-faced half-sister looking at him through near-haunted eyes, He diverted to the table to drop his packages. "What is it?" ""You." "Oh God, what have I done? I'm so sorry." Fighting to get the words out Mia took the easier alternative. Grabbing a hand she led him into the study, turning and pointed: "The shrine to your beloved Mia. You hadn't forgotten me." "Oh that," Rodin said, taking half a step back wondering if Mia was big into drugs. "Don't you see -- I arrived here expecting six year's absence would have strangled your love for me and your laid-back greeting when I arrived seemed to confirm that. Then after you left I walked into here and found this. You recruited Mrs Beamish as your spy; she took that large photo of me and many of the others." "Well you are rather difficult to forget. I'd never do that. This shrine thing as your call it was my way of keeping up with you without interfering in your life." They hugged and looked at the display, she talking excitedly. When Rodin went to the bathroom Mia began putting the items he'd gone out and purchased. She found pizza already in the fridge and two steaks and white wine in the chiller box. Mia smiled, realizing she'd been set up by an expert: Rodin had left the apartment knowing she'd find the shrine and he wanted her to be alone with her thoughts at that moment. Her brother was very, very clever. They sat down for wine and pizza. They were hungry and attacked the food. Swallowing a mouthful, aware of red sauce on her chin but deciding to leave it there because he'd like to know she hadn't turned prissy, Mia asked: "When is the soonest you can you resign from your position without penalty?" "Effective at the end of this semester." She looked down at the table while Rodin chewed, staring at her until, "So you want me with you in England?" Mia looked up grinning and said, "Oh yes. You are the only real family I have." "Okay." "Is that all you have to say?" she said, indignantly. "It's enough isn't it -- I mean minimal?" Mia said that timing was perfect. She'd be coming back home for her twenty-fifth birthday and he would be able to attend the family dinner. "No, my mother paid me to stay out of her life and I'll keep my end of the bargain." "I'll ask her to invite you." "Please don't. But I'll be at the airport and go through security early so your parents won't know I'm there. We can pre-book our seats together." "And have my second birthday celebration on the aircraft?" "Yes, in that case I'll upgrade us to first class." "That's a waste of money." "I can afford it. My father endowed me handsomely and that nest-egg is growing well through good investments." "Ah, your father. He's a real character." "You've been to see him?" "Yes, twice, the last time was last summer. I'll talk to you about that over dinner. Let's go to bed." Rodin and Mia made the effort to ensure it wasn't a mindless rut. They began by showering together, no groping, just soft touching and soft kisses. Carrying Mia from the shower Rodin spread her out on the bed wet and began kissing her from the forehead, moving slowly, they both mixing sighs and soft moans as his lips progressed over her engorged nipples, dipped into the bellybutton and slithered over the lightly haired pussy and zigzagged down both thighs. He finished that journey by sucking her toes. Mia indicated she wanted him down on the bed, rolled him over and cupping his balls almost sent Rodin through the ceiling by dribbling on to the top portion of his erection, spreading the saliva with her tongue and then gently blowing on the wet area until she slowly slipped his length into his mouth incrementally until she was 'snouting' against his balls. Rodin's head rolled from side to side in exquisite delight that belied an oncoming explosion. Reading the signs -- stiffening of the body, body heating up, ragged breathing -- Mia pulled off him with a plop and rolled on her back and commanded, "Stand and hose me as you did on that glorious but badly interrupted afternoon six years ago." Rodin obliged, gleefully. Even then they refrained from rutting, taking it slowly in his measured strokes, met by her slow rocking, and thus prolonging their joy. * * * Mia awoke to the aroma of fries cooking at the shout from Rodin the steaks were about to go on to the grill. They ate in their underwear. Rodin kept glancing at her breasts so Mia smiled, removed her bra and threw it at the wall. They talked about their future. "I'll marry and have children." "That pleases me greatly, it's what I want for you," Rodin said warmly. "But I want our secret times together to continue." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Eventually one of us will end the sex but that won't be the end of our loving bond." Rodin nodded and said he liked the thought of that. Mia's eyes lit up. "But for the immediate future I have a great plan and hoping to win your cooperation." "Shoot." "Since my first visit to your father, his delightful Dolly and I have deepened a friendship. We exchange emails almost once a week. Because of your correspondence with your father I was able to keep up with your progress." Mia looked at her half-brother slyly. "That's how I learned you were married for a while. I wondered if your wife left you because she didn't like you rubbing your cum into her tits." Rodin rubbed his nose with the side of his knife, trying not to grin. "Something like that. Badly matched and continuing underlying recognition of our incompatibility." "I went to bed with Dolly and she told me you did that as well and one day Dolly took me up to London, as they say, and we lunched with an exceedingly personable Mrs Braithwaite." "Paula!" "She was blooming and pregnant with her third child. She was the woman you should have married." "I know," Rodin said, dropping his head. "Paula runs the bank's internal travel and hosts visiting VIPs between her pregnancies. She was very sad to learn of your excommunication from your family and said she was sure I would revive you when I was free to consort with you again. We had such a lovely time together. You lost her so I trust you won't muff your other chance." "My other chance." "With Dolly you dope." "That's rubbish, she's forgotten me." "Oh yeah? You father has closed up Rockland's Hall and he and Dolly have moved to a completely walled-in property in Chelsea in London not overlooked by anyone in high-rise where he can continue being a recluse. Oh, I remember something. Dolly said to tell you when I met you again. That dog painting that you dislike sold to a German collector to the equivalent in American money of almost $160,000." So Close There Had to be Sex Intrigued, Mia watched Rodin's mouth sag. "She also said when you come to England to be with me you can stay with her. I'm sure she meant your father and her. I think she likes you darling." "She's a little too scatty and...and..." "Anything else to put you off?" "Um, not really. Loves sex." "Well, there you go. Oxford is only a little over an hour away by train from Paddington Station so we'll not be too far apart. I really think you should spend time with your father... and Dolly." They talked on about Rodin returning to England with Mia and she learned something that she had thought about. "You know of course that my father's title will go into abeyance when he dies because his three children are illegitimate, therefore the title cannot pass on to them. The title which is hereditary can only be revived if someone in his extended family manages to successfully claim the title?" "I didn't know that but admit being interested but it doesn't mean anything to me and a title would sit uncomfortably with me." "Me too. When he gave me a large sum of money I was required to sign papers renouncing any claims on his estate. I signed that happily and remain happy about that. The only think I really wanted from him was love and he appeared incapable of doing that. He gave me six hundred thousand pounds." "Jesus." "Language dear Mia! Yes, I shall resign tomorrow and look forward to returning to England. I shall also ask my father if he approves me changing me name officially to Archer." "Oh, that is a lovely thought because he's made you feel you are an Archer whereas I'm the only one of the Link family who has stayed beside you." "Darling, will you do something for me?" Mia asked, standing and bending over the table. "We can have coffee later." Smirking as he came in behind his half-sister, stroking up his cock, Rodin said, "This is another reason to support my name change. Hereon, people suspecting we are fucking will know us as Mr Rodin Archer and Mrs Mia Link and simple assume we are unrelated. Your husband if you find one will never know either as your parents will not see the need to inform him, as they will assume you and I never resumed our scandalous sexual connection." "Oh darling, you are so clever. Now push it up as far as it will go." THE END