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Sera Ch. 01

By: Ameaner



Author's note,

This story sequels two others that I've previously written- 'Dad's the Man' and 'My Other Mother'. While these previous stories can stand alone and apart from each other, they are nevertheless related and both make up the groundwork for 'Sera'. If you haven't read both 'Dad's the Man' and 'My Other Mother', 'Sera' won't make much sense and you probably won't enjoy this much.

Kitten

I'd come to hate the grocery store.

Little Parker was four months old then and, as much of a blessing as he was in our house, he'd changed things. He was now the center of attention, not me, and that was something I could have dealt with if I didn't feel so 'dealt with'. It's hard to explain, but pitching in and adjusting to such a change was one thing; not getting the freedom and respect that's supposed to come along with that responsibility was quite another.

My name is Kathleen Hale. My daddy calls me 'kitten', although he doesn't as often these days. I have mousy, blech brown hair because it doesn't matter anymore and, at age twenty-one, I'm in very good shape. I live with Daddy and Mummy, who is really my aunt, and my adopted sister Gina, the mother of my father's son, Parker. I can never have babies like Gina because Daddy is also my man. I have two little kitties, Ms. Lulu and Mr. Toodles. I spend a lot of time with them in the evening while in my basement laboratory, sipping a little vodka, maybe a little wine as I'm surfing the net or working at something.

So there I was, in the stupidmarket for Gina once again. It wasn't just that I had to be there instead of doing something useful, but also my latent aversion to the asshole carts. At just over five feet tall, those big giant things they have now make me look like a munchkin, and somebody even already made a joke about it, offering me one of the 'shopper in training' carts for the kiddies. I could have killed him right then and there.

The lineup had been depressingly long, but I was almost to the cashier with only one frumpy, useless old cow stuck in front of me, when something completely unexpected happened.

A rather funny looking little man with a rapidly retreating hairline approached from the direction of the bakery section. He wore a suit and the hair he had left was slicked back, the horn rimmed glasses on his face making him look strangely professional. He held what looked like a pamphlet, a fancy seeming thing of teal and, with an uninvolved, businesslike grin, he passed it to me.

I took it out of surprise more than anything, looking down to see my name written across the front in silver script. When I looked up again, he'd already made it halfway to the doors, his nondescript back quickly mixing with the crowd of exiting, grocery laden shoppers, and it's not like I was about to abandon my place in line at that point, was I?

People who'd noticed were looking at me, just as curious about the teal coloured leaving as I was. I opened it and was further intrigued, if a bit disappointed. In the same silver script was an address, date and time, nothing more. The address was in Montreal, the time being three pm, two weeks and two days hence.

I don't usually carry a purse, so I held onto it, slipping it into a bag between two boxes of cereal so it wouldn't get bent on the way home. Stopping at the liquor store, I was still distracted, not even irritated as I usually was when they asked me for my ID.

In my half worn out work jeans and pink T-shirt, I walked across the parking lot with my liter of vodka in a large paper bag, inserted key to the trunk of the Trans Am to add my little evening treat to its contents. On impulse, I removed the invitation from the bag I'd put it in before closing the trunk, studying it in the car for a few minutes before I left the parking lot.

Two days later, two weeks left to keep the invitation. I had it hidden in a rat-rod magazine under my bench, but would often take it out to look at it, soon picking at my nails in agitation over the possibility of driving all the way across the country to... what? Sheila? Who else?

Later on, the invitation hidden away again, I was staring at the text in a chat room with a half empty glass of vodka, not really paying attention to the conversation when Gina's soft knock alerted me to her presence outside my laboratory.

I took another sip of the drink and hid the glass behind one of my speakers, calling afterward, "Come in."

"Hey, slutty."

"Hey, smutty."

"How's things in the laboratory of doom? Any super weapons yet?"

She was trying to keep things light, but I could see concern in her eyes.

"It's really not a super weapon economy right now."

She smiled widely at this reply and stepped closer, running her fingers through my hair to speak in a softer voice.

"Is everything okay?"

"Sure."

"No, really. Is everything okay?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I asked, barely able to act the part.

"Well, you've been different lately."

"In what way?"

"Quieter, especially in the last couple days. Kind of distant. Is there something on your mind you'd like to talk about? You know you can always talk to me, right?"

I looked at her, the beautiful brunette that I loved so dearly, and remembered the old days, the days when we both danced and things were different. I don't know why, but I reached under my desk and removed the rat-rod mag, quickly found the invitation within and handed it to Gina.

She looked it over, then looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression, asking, "What's this?"

"Somebody handed it to me in the supermarket the other day."

"Who?"

"I don't know, he was a stranger."

"Didn't he say anything?"

"No, he just kinda smiled, handed it to me and walked away without a word."

She looked it over again, her eyes resting inside the cover where the address and date were. She was looking at the silver script, but I could tell she was thinking and I was pretty sure I knew what she was thinking about. She finally looked at me, closing the invitation and absently waving it in the air as she spoke slowly, looking at me very seriously.

"Slutty... there's only one person..."

"Sheila."

"Sheila," she agreed, nodding and still looking back very seriously. "You want to go, don't you?"

" ... I think so. Yes."

"Oh, boy."

This irritated me, but I said nothing, only looked down at the floor as I compressed my lips a bit, listening to her begin.

"Baby, this is... Have you thought about this? For one thing, we don't know this is from Sheila. You could be walking into anything and, even if it is from Sheila, that could end up being a whole different nightmare for all of us; you know what trouble she is from everything Mum and Dad told you. I thought you'd put all this behind you."

"Well... until the other day, I had. What can I say?"

"Wh-? Kat... Concerning yourself with her has never been anything but bad for you. Can you imagine what actually meeting her would be like for you? My god, what if she wanted to come back and-"

"Isn't this my decision?" I interrupted quietly, still looking at the floor.

"You're just not listening. How can this be your decision alone if the outcome could affect us all in ways we have no way of knowing? Even if you did go, I'd have to go with you. Mum couldn't and Dad sure as hell couldn't, could he?"

"Why would anybody have to come with me?"

"Because, kat, we couldn't let you drive off across the country on your own, could we? That would be like letting a... a..."

"Letting a child do it, Gina?"

"That's not what I mean."

"It's what you were going to say."

"No, it isn't! Look, you know you're special and precious, we've talked about this and it's why you don't dance anymore, it's why... Please don't look at me like that?"

"I'm going."

"Oh my god," she sighed, shaking her head and adding, "Kat, god-dammit, I told you that I'd have to go with you!"

"So, what if you do? We might have fun. You could look at it as a vaca-"

"I have a four month old baby, kat! I can't be gallivanting across the country with you!"

"So, leave him with Daddy and Mummy, he'll be alright."

" ... Do you even care about what I'm trying to tell you?"

"Fine!" I said, snatching the invitation from her hand, more than a little irritated with her now. "Don't come, but I'm going anyway!"

"We'll see about that once I tell Dad!"

"I'll tell Daddy! It's my business and I'll tell him in my own way!"

"It's all our business and I know all about your 'way'!"

"What in hell is that supposed to mean!?" I almost shouted.

"I mean that way you have that makes it so important for all our sakes that you stay the hell away from your mother!"

"And what way is that!?"

"You know what way I mean!"

Something in me changed. It's odd to think back on how fast I found myself off that stool and right on top of her, staring angrily right up into her startled eyes.

"I'm getting tired of being told what I can and can't do. I'm getting tired of a lot of things. Right now, I'm tired of you and I think you should get out."

After a brief, confused hesitation, she backed uncertainly away and quietly exited my sight. I retrieved my drink, took a sip while glancing at the fancy invitation again and sat back down to scowl at the door before suddenly whipping the glass at it in a sudden rage.

Our conversation was just a little forced most of the way across the country, despite how we'd made up after our little incident in my laboratory. We used her Vette because she refused to ride all that way in my 'buckboard', however I found that I really could have made it without her. Of course, that didn't mean I wasn't glad she'd come, a point I brought up in a rented motel room on the outskirts of Montreal.

"I'm still glad we used my car, but my back is still sore," she confided as she got into bed with an allowed smile.

"Nothing a nice massage won't fix. Lemme on, smutty."

I got up in bed, straddling her bum in my white see-through, hanging nightie, pushing her short, red silk one way up so I could give her a bit of a work over.

"Uhh... Oh, slutty, you're so good at that."

"Uh huh. You have to lick miffy when I'm done, though."

"Ahh, she laughed. "I've always loved poor little miffy."

"(giggle) 'poor little miffy'?"

"Oh, yes. I've taken great interest in watching your daddy pound miffy senseless."

"You're a very smutty woman."

"Mmmmmm."

" ... I'm glad you came. I mean it, I'm really glad you're here to... to be with me. You know."

"Yes."

"And I know I told you this before, but I really appreciate what you're sacrificing to be here, and I promise we won't be gone long."

"I know. I just hope you don't see me as someone who's keeping tabs on you. I really am here as your friend, someone you can trust and not just your sister. I'd never let you come out here alone under any circumstances, I love and cherish you way too much for that."

"I know, and I made it a point not to... exploit that."

"I know you did."

"I love you, sweetie pie."

" ... 'Sweetie pie'?"

"Sure. You're my sweetie pie," I assured with a smile as I massaged under her arms to her relaxed chuckle.

"Well, I love you, too. And you know, if we get the chance, we really should check out the city, do some shopping."

"Yeah!"

"Nervous about tomorrow?"

"Very. It's all pretty..."

"Dramatic?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, some guy hands me this invitation and... It's gotta be Sheila."

"You figure?"

"She knows I exist, where to find me... Besides, I don't know of anyone else it could be."

"I keep thinking it's somebody who's hacked your computer or something."

"If it were, I'd be the last person they'd want to see."

"Maybe not after they see all those pics of Dad's cum on your face."

"Oh. I get it. But, we're telling the Montreal cops who we are and where we're going. Whoever it is must know we could do that, so..."

"Ohhh, that feels good... Yeah, right there... Alright, slutty, let's say it is her. What could she possibly want?"

"To get to know me?"

"Possibly, but..."

"I know," I nodded, "that's the first thing you'd think, but from what we know about her, it somehow doesn't feel right, does it?"

"No. Maybe she wants to come back. To Dad, I mean."

"That can't happen. I want you to know right now that I realize that and I'd never allow it. It's easy to get wrapped up in this vision of her after all I've been told, but she's still a stupid whore."

"I'm happy to hear that, but what would you ask her if you had the chance?"

"Good question. I guess... I'd ask why it was so hard for her. Why she gave in, surrendered to her horny. I don't know. I don't think I've ever really had any specific questions I'd want to ask her since Mummy and Daddy have already answered the ones I had. I think I'd just be interested in meeting her."

"To compare yourself?"

"Maybe. Maybe just to see if she's at least sorry. All I know is that I couldn't not go, not with it in mind that it's probably her."

"I understand that, you know."

"Yeah. And I understand how you feel about it, given everything we've always heard about her. God only knows what we'll find."

"That's right," Gina agreed. "Twenty-one years is a long time. Who knows what she's like today?"

"See, there's that too. I keep thinking of her as how she would have been back then."

"Well- mmmm –if it is her, we'll find out tomorrow."

Steven

I woke to the expected knock, completely alert before Mum got off the bed, watching the dance of her movements while the things she'd imparted to me the night before stunned me afresh. I closed my eyes again and relaxed my head on the pillow, trying to sweep it all out of my mind as she coaxed me up with a bright demeanor.

"Come on, sweetie pie, that's room service and it's time to blow this popsicle stand."

I didn't reply, my back turned to her as I remembered the Driscoll family next door. She answered the knock and began to speak.

"Yes, thanks, we'll be out in a few- (pause) -Ex- excuse me!" she called.

I turned over and saw her standing in the hall just outside the opened door, calling after someone while holding what looked like pamphlets in her hand. She took a quick look around and stepped inside, closing the door after her to take a closer inspection of the pamphlets as I got off the bed.

"What's this?" I asked as she opened first one, then the other, passing me the second one and reopening the other.

"They look like invitations. They're both the same, other than our names."

She was right. I inspected the silver script on the teal card that wrote out my name before opening it to read an address in Montreal with a time and date, that being three pm, four days from then. I looked and, sure enough, her address and time were the same.

"What the hell?" I asked, perplexed by this even beyond my reawakening awareness as to what kind of person I was dealing with in my other mother, the beautiful multiple murderer.

"Yeah, really."

"Nobody even knows we're here," I said, looking at her with the same wonder and confusion that I saw in her face.

"Somebody must."

"Mum, I don't just mean here in this city. How would anybody know we were here? In this motel?"

" ... We're being watched."

"At least we have been up to this point. But, if it was somebody who meant us harm, they had their chance. Instead, we have... invitations."

"One could assume they want to hurt us once they get us there?" she asked with a suspicious snicker.

"I guess. Um. I'd like to leave here, Mum. Like, right now."

"Loud and clear, sweetie pie. Let's get our stuff."

"I knew it," she remarked just over ten minutes later when we were making time down the highway in the Caprice. "For a while there, I almost had myself convinced that I really was just being paranoid, but I knew we were being watched."

"Alright," I said, nervously rubbing my eyes before pulling out to pass an RV. "Who could it be? Who would it be?"

"Nothing to do with what happened back home."

"No," I agreed, feeling my gut tighten as I vaguely wondered at how she murdered my father. "Not the RCMP's style. Any connection to Cunningham?"

She looked at me a bit funny, but replied, "No. Nobody would care. The money was his and he was an agent. He had no friends, not even the pigs. Besides, if he did have friends, they wouldn't pass me an invitation, they'd have passed me a few bullets."

My gut roiled at this as we cruised along, the RV a fading memory in the rearview mirror with clear, sunny sailing ahead. It didn't help me to feel any better.

"If Mum had some agent out there, I'd have known it when I killed her," she mused, propping her arm on the open windowsill. "It's definitely not connected with what happened at the underground club, and there's nothing else that I can think of... I don't know. It's like you said, nobody should have known we even went to Saint John, let alone that motel. Nobody in that city even knew us before we got there."

"So, they were watching us before we even left Vancouver? You didn't even decide where we were going until the last second."

"I don't know. I suppose. I mean, an investigator would have had one hell of a time tracking us unless he was actually on the train with us from Vancouver. Jeez, we were only in town for a couple weeks. No way could anybody have found us this fast unless we were being watched."

"So... that means the RCMP investigators," I tried to reason. "Right? Because who else would be watching us around that time?"

"Well, nobody else would have reason, hon, but it still doesn't smell like the pigs. I mean, look at these invitations."

"Then we're missing something."

"And someone," Mum added.

"Right. So, umm. Okay, maybe until we think of what or who we're dealing with, our first question might be where we're going right now."

She didn't reply or move right away, in fact it must have been almost a full minute before she picked up the map, unfolded it and took a look.

"Stay on the TransCanada. We'd be passing through Montreal anyway."

"So... we're going?"

"We have time to decide, but what do you think right now?"

"Whoever it is, they obviously know us. We may or may not know them, but they must know that we'd have no idea who this is from. If they do know us and if they've been watching us that closely, they'd know these invitations would put us into a tailspin."

"Right, sweetie pie, that's a good angle. Furthermore, it's reasonable to assume that they think we'll accept because they didn't even try to draw us with the promise of having won a boat or something. That's the kind of thing the pigs do."

"You're right. So, who would know our situation and expect us to accept that invitation even though, if anything, we've every reason to ignore it?"

" ... Somebody whose motivations are pure. Someone who, him or herself, has nothing to hide, therefore naturally assuming that we'll come in good faith."

"I see what you're saying," I thoughtfully replied. "Yeah, that's... that makes sense. But, who would that be?"

"I haven't a clue. For a minute, I was thinking Sheila, but she doesn't fit our little impromptu profile, does she?"

"Not from what you've told me about her. And that profile has me leaning towards going."

"Yeah. Me too, but like I say, we have time to decide."

"How much time?"

"About nine or ten hours to Montreal. That leaves plenty of time for a drive by or two. Maybe a chance to look into things beforehand."

"Hmm. I doubt we'll see much."

"Why's that, hon?"

"I don't know."

After a short pause, during which time she carefully regarded me, she said, "You know we can't stop drinking now. Right?"


Sera Ch. 01



I sighed and agreed with, "I don't suppose."

"Don't worry. We're very good together, you know. I like how you think. I definitely love how you figured that invitation."

"I might be wrong."

"I have a hunch you're not. Uh... look, I've been meaning to ask... are you greatly bothered over what we talked about earlier? I mean, it's understandable that you'd be upset to find out... what you have, but I need to know if you're okay, or if you're having trouble with it."

I laughed humourlessly and shook my head, but answered, "Mum, I don't want to be disrespectful at all, but that's something... I just don't think I can deal with that in its entirety right now. At least not now that we have this other stuff with the invitations."

"Well, it's a long car trip and I think we should take the opportunity to talk about-"

"You killed Dad."

There was a pause between us while I tried to find an appropriate way to go on from there before I decided, "I'm not sure that talking with you about it would help right now."

"I understand. You need time to... Look, I've done a lot of things that a lot of people wouldn't be proud of, but a lot of other people have as well, to varying degrees. None of us ever think of having to defend ourselves or our actions in the future, especially not to someone like our own child years and years later. People do things. Nobody's perfect, not even you."

"I know, Mum. Neither was Dad."

We drove along in a heavy silence for many miles until we stopped to gas up and grab a few things to eat before we got under way again.

It was her turn to take the wheel and she was behind it while we sat parked, eating our truck stop sandwiches. She spoke between bites with her mouth full as a dirty, dark green Freightliner grumbled by in the parking lot.

"I understand you don't want to talk about it and I'll respect that, but I have to know... do you still love me?"

"Yes."

"You're not going to leave me?"

"No, Mum, I'd never do that," I sincerely assured her.

"Alright. Thank you."

"Mum... I can't believe I'm asking this, but... Can you please not kill any more people?"

She actually laughed. She tried to stop herself, to at least casually turn away and hide her reaction, but failed, crumbs spitting from her mouth before she could cover it and finish swallowing.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I- it's just the way that sounded, honey!"

"It's not funny."

"I know, I know, you just..! Okay, I'm sorry, let's just... you know. Okay look, that's not something somebody like me would make any promises about, but I'll try to avoid killing anybody else from here on in. Just for you, alright?"

I suppose I couldn't really blame her for laughing, I knew how it sounded when I said it, but at least she said she'd make a point of trying not to kill anybody else. The air was a bit lighter in the car after that, although little was still said.

"So, we're pretty much decided at this point, aren't we?" she asked the evening before our invitations came due.

For whatever reason, we'd been avoiding the subject that evening until she brought it up over some takeout pizza in our Montreal motel room. She'd secured this one and the one the night before by the same method she'd used with the Driscolls, except only financially this time, perhaps only worried about pushing me too far in light of what I was already adjusting to.

And I was adjusting. I had no other choice, did I? I was telling the truth when I told her that I still loved her and would never leave her, so what else was there? Besides, those damned invitations had me mystified and I was actually a lot more wrapped up in that immediate concern.

I glanced at her, pausing before reply as I chewed, contemplating whether or not it was time to be more open with her about our conduct, about the things we were allowing ourselves to do and about our drinking. Somehow, the revelations I'd received in that motel during our last day in Saint John only served to strengthen my resolve in keeping my promise, and it was time to take a more (much more) active role in controlling my mother and her actions.

Of course, this meant that I'd first have to control mine. Yes, things would have to be radically different, even while allowing the necessarily sensible, ongoing use of alcohol until the current situation with our invitations and whoever sent them was dealt with. I had to man up.

"I still don't like it," I finally answered, "but yeah, if you think we should show up, I agree."

"I believe in our profile. No matter who it is, it makes sense."

"You do have a way of coming up right."

"Thanks. Here, have some of these chicken fingers, they're delicious. You know, I have to admit that a big part of the reason I want to go is because of curiosity."

"Don't forget about the cat that had that affliction," I reminded her just before I took a bite out of a chicken finger.

"Oh I know, and I'm plenty on edge about it. I haven't forgotten that whoever this is must have been eying us closely for quite some time, but you must be at least a little curious as well."

"Sure, but the bizarre nature of the whole thing..."

"Yeah," she agreed, but it could turn out to be a good thing. An opportunity. We'd never know."

"Right now, I honestly wouldn't speculate either way on positive or negative, but..."

"Yes?"

"My hunch is that it will be something we wouldn't have ever expected."

"So... We definitely go," she said, making a question of her assumption.

"We definitely go."

"You really are quite something," she offered. "I love how we... you know."

"Yes."

"There's this different side of you since Saint John."

"Well... I'm glad we talked back there. I'm glad things are worked out between us and that there's going to be more control on both our parts."

She didn't reply and we ate in silence, my thoughts returning to more personal matters between her and I. The very unnatural attraction between us, or between our parasites, wasn't overly turned on right then. In fact, I felt a distance from her in that regard since I'd learned just what a dangerous person she was. It wasn't as though the attraction wasn't there, especially with the adjustment that I could still feel, but it seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the very sobering fact that she'd murdered my father along with thirteen other people in her lifetime.

Depressingly, it all boiled down to the same thing it always had, the priority of somehow saving my mother from herself. The damned promise I'd made, and I was willing to do whatever it took to get her back into her place.

Because that was the key, wasn't it? This was the thing she said I was smart enough to figure out, even told me herself. I have my place, she has hers. And her place, in her own words, was behind me, the successful man she sought to create from that position, her own self appointed place.

But the idea was still so foreign to me, to the relationship I'd always had with her as my mother. How could I ever accomplish this without feeling out of my place?

She didn't even try to jump me that night as we lay side by side in bed, neither one of us saying much before we fell asleep. On her part, I thought it was a combination of nerves over the next day and the reluctance to push me so soon after learning of her horrible secrets. Whatever the reason, I was glad. I wasn't into it.

Kitten

We were confused when our directions led us to a gate that barricaded our way from a picturesque, tree lined road. There was even a manned gatehouse, its occupant very helpful when we asked him if we'd taken a wrong turn. He told us we had the right place and asked our names before returning to his gatehouse from the hot sun. Moments later, he raised the gate and came out to give us more detailed directions to our destination. From there, we idled through a beautiful landscape of huge houses, mansions on impressive grounds amidst a cultured wood. It was suburbia for the wealthy, and I couldn't help but grin over this comical thought. Our animated chatter and exclamations ceased when we found the house that matched my invitation, both of us silent as we took it in.

I was really taken aback by this, as anybody would be and even though my foolish imagination kept picturing such a place in my mind's eye. This was not only one of the larger, grander structures in the neighbourhood, but the grounds were also as striking. The dark stone construction was half covered with creeping vines and, bordering the cobblestoned courtyard and the walkway to the huge front steps, were flowers of what must have been every variety with well placed, healthy shrubbery. It was all very well maintained, like a park, and the nicest front yard I'd ever seen.

In stark contrast, an old, gray Caprice sat in the courtyard, near the steps. Getting out with Gina, I knew how the thing must have felt, looking down at my painted on, gray work jeans, black tank top and unbuttoned, blue plaid shirt. My hair was in a ponytail and I wore mirrored, teardrop shades through which I goggled at the scenery as I stood there in my snakeskin ball breakers.

"Wow," Gina said, looking around in her dark gray slacks and shiny red blouse. (She'd become somewhat conservative since Parker)

Her understatement said it all and I was just about to offer one of my own when the front door opened. In the doorway stood a woman who I guessed was in her mid thirties, wearing a smart business suit. She smiled and waited as we approached.

"Hello," the attractive woman politely greeted when we were in front of her. "My name is Delores."

"Hello," I returned, feeling decidedly uncomfortable as I stood there like a beggar with my teal coloured invitation in hand. "My name is Kathleen Hale. This is my friend, Gina Green."

"I'm very pleased to meet you both. I see you have your invitation, won't you please follow me?"

The house was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside and any questions Gina or I may have had for Delores were lost in the décor. We were led up an impressively wide, curved staircase, through a main upper hall with coffered ceilings and a beautiful, hand painted mural in renaissance style on one entire wall, and then down a narrower one with a long window-wall to one side. Beyond this glass wall was a garden that made the front of the estate seem half inspired by comparison. The other side of the hall featured expensive looking portraits of people I'd never seen and wide mahogany doors, one of which our escort stopped in front of and opened for us. She smiled, asking us to please have a seat in the library as she stood back to allow our entry. I looked at Gina, who'd just ripped her eyes away from the view outside to look at me with wonder, probably at who our host could be.

"Well," she said in a slightly nervous tone, "by all means, let's have a seat in the library."

The library had a lot of natural wood with dark green panels. Most of the wood was in the form of shelves containing books and, at about three times the size of the living room at home and with twice the ceiling height, that was a lot of books. Amidst the many plants was a wet bar, a billiards table and two very nice, antique looking wooden reading tables. One section of the room featured a large fireplace with tall windows to each side, ample and comfortable seating around it. In one chair sat a very attractive woman who looked to be in her late thirties. Like Gina, she was dressed in a tasteful blouse, but of black satin, left unbuttoned enough to show ample cleavage and the top of her black bra. A gray, knee length, somewhat snug skirt emphasized the soft, inviting curves of her hips and she sat with the poise of a professional. Seemingly in conflict with her poise and attire, her long blonde hair sported shocking streaks of black, her nails and lips painted the same colour and her striking eyes lit exhilaratingly when she saw me.

Her jaw fell open and she dropped the wineglass she was holding. It bounced, spilling its load of white wine without breaking on the polished hardwood floor, and rolled to a stop against the toe of her left shoe.

A few feet away, sitting in a similar chair, was a young man. He was quite attractive, although it looked like he'd recently had his face beaten. There was something about him that somehow drew me right away, a familiarity, a quality that the blonde woman also had, but not like he did. He stared at me too, but not like the woman. He stared at me like I stared at him.

"Uh..." she attempted, regaining her composure as she stood and approached almost cautiously. "(ahem) I'm sorry, I... You're Sheila's daughter."

"Yes," I confirmed nervously, stunned and surprised, but noting how she also seemed somehow familiar. "My name is Kathleen Hale. I got th-"

I was about to show her my invitation, but her face suddenly split in a wide grin and I knew right away, as soon as I looked at her beautiful, bright hazel eyes, that this was a very nice woman. I could only smile in return.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" she asked.

"No, I'm sorry. I've never met Sheila."

She nodded with a sudden, yet subtly knowing expression before speaking again.

"My Name is Kathleen Burchell. I'm your mother's sister. Your aunt."

I was completely blown away and, after a moment of stunned silence, could only stupidly ask, "Your name is Kathleen, too?"

"Yes. Sheila and I had this pact when we were girls, that we'd name our firstborn daughters after each other."

"Wow," I expressed, glancing at Gina. "I-I didn't even realize she was the one who named me."

"Well, I couldn't very well keep up my side of the pact," she said, gesturing for the young man to join us before making an introduction. "This is my son, Steven. Steven, this is your first cousin, Kathleen."

We looked each other in the eye and there it was again, that effect. And again, I knew he could feel it too, as well as I knew he knew I was feeling it. We said hello and when we shook hands it intensified, this inner excitement over him. I let go of his hand out of surprise as we both beheld each other with interest and wariness.

"Umm... this- this is my friend, Gina. Gina Green."

I'd recovered my smile as he had his more sober composure by the time Gina shook hands with both of them. They took their seats once again, my aunt Kathleen scowling over the dropped glass that she picked up off the floor, while Gina and I took a nearby loveseat.

"So Kathleen," she said while settling herself, "I take it you're not the one who asked us here today."

"No. You got an invitation, too?"

"We each did, just our names with this address and time."

"Same here. I was thinking Sheila...?"

She answered my questioning expression with, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen or heard from your mother in thirty years. Not since we were your age. How old are you, by the way?"

"I'm twenty-one."

"Make that younger than you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, but umm... well, not to nitpick, Auntie Kathleen, but I don't refer to her as my mother. She ran out on me and Daddy as soon as I was born and before that she... well, I don't want to offend you because I know she's your sister and all."

"Again, I apologize for my reference, but please don't think you'll offend me by anything you could say about Sheila. I can only imagine the mess she made. I imagine she made a mess wherever she went."

I nodded and when Delores returned with a drink for both Gina and I, replacing my aunt's as well, I asked, "So... are you younger, or older than Sheila?"

"She's a little better than a year older than I am. I'm forty-five; she'd be forty-seven."

Her age surprised me, especially considering her unique vitality, complimenting her more youthful appearance.

"You know, you look exactly like her," she remarked. "Sheila, I mean. The only difference is the hair colour."

I grinned a little and said, "I know. A few people have commented on it. People who knew Sheila have been... surprised by it."

"I sure was," she laughed.

While we spoke, both Steven and Gina remained silent, listening to Kathleen and I getting to know one another a little. I knew why Steven was being quiet, but Gina was usually much more vocal and forward. Was she allowing me the spotlight, the opportunity to experience this and to speak for myself while she stayed out of it? Was it still the things I'd said that night in my laboratory?

Steven

I didn't notice Mum's reaction to the young woman until she dropped her glass, such was my own. Hers, it turned out, were based on another amazing Burchell family likeness between the young Kathleen and her mother, Sheila, whereas mine was centered more around something indefinable to me at the time. It was as if I should already know the scrumptious little thing, was supposed to know her. When I shook her hand it was like grabbing some spiritual livewire that made my cock twitch in my pants.

She was just fucking incredible.

Also, she was distracted by me in the same way, both of us completely aware of our perception of the other. It was actually quite uncomfortable and I averted my eyes from the twenty one year old who looked seventeen and sounded even younger. And, if she looked exactly like her mother, she had the very same voice as Marie and that's what really knocked me off balance.

I smiled politely at her friend Gina as our eyes made incidental contact, me looking away after as she did. She was a very attractive woman in her late twenties, slimmer than the young Kathleen, maybe five and a half feet tall and with a dark complexion befitting of some Asian descent. From the corner of my eye, she seemed a little uncomfortable as she looked around herself every now and then while paying a polite level of attention to the conversation between Mum and Kathleen. I wondered if she'd been noticing anything odd about her beautiful friend in the last few years. As said brown haired beauty ignored me as studiously as I ignored her, the two relatives seemed to hit it off right away.

"So, do you think it was Sheila who invited us?" the young woman who really did a lot for her old clothes asked.

"I don't know about you, but I can't see her inviting me in this way," Mum told her frankly. "Not with the past we have. Plus, it's just not her style."

"What was she like when you knew her, Auntie Kathleen?"

"At first, when we were kids, she was great. The best. Then as she got older, she became... distracted by other things."

"Her pussy," the young woman assumed with a raised brow, much like Mum's.

Mum nodded with a knowing smile and took a sip of her drink while she briefly looked her niece over, saying afterwards, "Sheila caused a lot of trouble back home and then ran off. That's why I haven't seen or heard from her."

"That's what she did where I'm from, too. She ruined marriages and lives and then took off after cleaning Daddy out and even stealing his car to take off in."

Mum shook her head and hissed disgustedly at this, offering, "I'm not surprised. But no, I really don't think this is her. At least it isn't the type of thing she'd do back when I knew her."

"Hmm," young Kathleen toned as she looked at the carpet in thought. "Do you have any idea who else it could be?"

"Not a clue, honey. Steven and I have been over and over it. May I ask how you received your invitation?"

"Sure. I was standing in the supermarket, waiting in line at the checkout, and this funny looking little man walked up and handed it to me. Then he walked away."

"Huh... You know, that's somewhat how Steven and I received ours. In a circumstance where somebody would have to have been following us in order to know where we were to serve the invitations."

" ... You're right. OMG."

She turned to Gina to gauge her reaction for a second before turning back to Mum with wide eyes, lips parted.




Sera Ch. 01



"I know, a bit startling, huh?" Mum smiled with little humour.

"Yeah... And you don't think Sheila would do that?"

"Where are you from, honey?"

"Langley, British Columbia."

"We're coming from the Maritimes. She'd have to have an eye in each location and the logistics for that kind of thing was never her style."

"But, who else could it be?"

"Someone who's connected to both of us by some means. More importantly, why are we being kept around waiting to find out?"

"Maybe we should all just start grabbing stuff and make a run for it," The young woman suggested with a thoughtfully sarcastic grin.

Mum laughed out loud at this and took another sip, looking favourably at her niece but asking them both, "So, did you drive here?"

"Yup," the infamous Sheila's long lost daughter confirmed. "We took turns driving and took our time. Did it in three days."

"Cool," Mum replied.

"I don't think my back will ever be the same again," Gina politely joked.

"Not cool," Mum replied again. "I'm okay as far as my back goes, but we didn't have to come as far as you and we stopped a lot along the way. It was actually a nice drive."

"Yeah, I enjoyed the trip, too," the young Kathleen smiled. "I've never actually been on this kind of a road trip before, usually just nearby places like Vancouver and stuff. I thought it was exciting."

"Road trips can be," Mum smiled in return. I've been on more than a few and I know this, but sometimes it depends on where you're going. Or leaving."

"I can see that, yeah. I've always lived at home."

"Did you have a stepmother?"

"Not till a couple years ago. Daddy raised me by himself."

"Well, he did a fine job of it. He must be proud."

She smiled and looked down, actually a little embarrassed, and I was again struck at her childlike quality mixed with an inner spark that was as interesting to me as how she filled out those jeans and the little black tank top. I was having more and more trouble keeping my attention off of her.

"Look," Mum said with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry and I hope it doesn't bother you that I bring this up again, considering who we're talking about, but... I just can't get over how exactly like my sister you look. It's just like looking at her back when she was in school."

"It's okay," she replied. "I can imagine it'd be pretty shocking for you."

With a regretful smile, Mum heaved a sigh and let it out, saying, "Sheila and I were very close growing up."

" ... She's a stupid whore."

"Yes... yes she is, sweetie pie."

Gina's head cocked, first looking at Mum, then at her friend with questioning eyes.

"Wow... I just called Gina that last night," the captivating young woman revealed.

"What's that?" Mum asked.

"'Sweetie pie'. I just..."

"Really? Maybe your father picked it up from Sheila when he knew her and you heard it from him?" Mum asked, looking from Gina to Kathleen with her brow raised.

"Well, he calls her 'sweetie'," Gina imparted, "but I've never heard him call her 'sweetie pie'."

"Neither have I that I can remember," young Kathleen put in.

"Huh..." Mum thoughtfully expressed before summing up with, "Must be one of those weird coincidences. The kind of thing you see on those late night shows on Discovery Channel."

"Hmm," the younger woman offered with a perplexed expression. "I guess. It is pretty weird though, huh?"

"Not as weird as sitting here waiting for god only knows what," Mum said, skillfully changing the subject away from the affectation I was all too familiar with. "Although I'm very glad we've met and I've been enjoying our conversation immensely, I'm becoming more impatient than weirded out or nervous."

"Me too, Auntie. I mean, I'm really glad I met you and you're really cool but, whoever this is, they need to get their show on the road before they lose their audience. And that nice big globe over in the corner."

Mum laughed softly again at her niece's continued joke and added, "I'll help you with it if you help me with that antique roll top desk over there."

"(giggle)" the young Kathleen replied.

"(giggle)" Mum confirmed.

That little exchange gave me pause before I managed to speak for the first time since the other Kathleen and her friend had arrived.

"Um, it's possible that not everybody's here yet. Whoever it is that invited us here may be waiting for-"

My words were stopped up as the door opened and, as though to prove what I was in the midst of saying, a beautiful, mid thirtyish little blonde entered. The glamorous woman wore a black, ankle length summer dress without sleeves or shoulders that covered everything, yet tastefully accentuated her perfectly proportioned, athletically slim body. She held a teal invitation and, at about five feet tall and after meeting my cousin, there was no mistaking who this drop dead gorgeous, bright blue eyed beauty was as she looked around the room.

"Sheila!" Mum accused with a gasp, taken by complete surprise once again, but managing to hold on to her glass this time.

Kitten

Her presence at first blinded me to who she was, despite the fact that I was looking right at her face, and it only clicked in my head a fraction of a second before my aunt verified my own shocked assertion.

After everything Gina told me about what happened to women who live life in the fast lane for too long, I would have expected her to be a used up old bag, but she was the complete and polar opposite of that. In spite of her height, she came off like a celebrity, or some kind of obscure royalty, and I was surprised to find myself checking Steven's reaction to her, more surprised to be put out by his very obvious, positive attention.

But, beyond this vague and disturbing detail, it was actually her. Sheila. After all I'd heard, all I'd imagined, all the times I fantasized about meeting her, here she was and, like everyone else, I was stunned.

" ... Kathy..." her perfectly cultured and alluring voice dared, she just as stunned as the rest of us.

Her eyes drifted to the left and, seeing my cousin Steven, she actually stumbled backward a step, hissing, "Oh my god...!"

As I was wondering what that was all about, she caught my glance and slowly raised her hand, the one holding her teal invitation, over her mouth, staring wide eyed. Obviously, Sheila didn't set this up, her reaction to her three relatives being enough evidence of this if the invitation she carried wasn't.

"I imagine this must be very uncomfortable for you," my aunt conveyed.

She'd said it in a soft, yet unsympathetic tone that hadn't yet gotten over its shock at seeing her. Sheila's eyes darted back to Kathleen as her other hand, clutching the thin, black straps of a purse that actually matched her dress, moved to grab the door frame for support. She continued holding the other over her mouth for a second before it slowly lowered and she spoke in somewhat the same condition as my aunt.

"Wh- what?"

"Well... first there's me, who you betrayed and abandoned to what all happened after your mess... Then, there's my son here, obviously a very painful reminder of what you did..."

Sheila closed her eyes and seemed to shrink backwards even further, though she never moved as Auntie Kathleen's voice became gradually harder, angrier. Sitting up and closer to the edge of her seat, she went on with a subtly aggressive posture.

"And to top it all off, here's your very own daughter, the one you abandoned after cleaning out her father and-"

"Stop it!" she said in a shaky voice, her eyes glancing briefly at me.

"Yeah. Well, that's what I say, it must be pretty uncomfortable for you to stand there, looking like a queen in a roomful of people who know what a stupid little slut you are."

Anger flashed across her face and she seemed to stand straighter, her voice trembling with as much affront as hurt now as she lashed, "Shut up, Kathy!"

Kathleen stood, her height and weight advantage made obvious in the movement as her face turned mean.

"You don't tell me to shut up, you twat!" If you had listened to me-!"

"Okay, you know what?" Sheila defiantly sneered, waving her invitation irritatedly, "If this is some 'shit on Sheila' party, I'm not interested and you can all go fuck yourselves!"

She'd turned to go, actually putting her hand on the door and the incredible reality of having Sheila before me was about to end. So I shot out of my seat, my heart in my lungs.

"Wait!"

She froze and, along with everyone else, stared at me as though waiting for one reason why she should.

"You- we didn't send it. The invitation, I mean. We all got one, too."

Her hand slowly left the doorknob as she continued to watch me, now studying me closely and probably trying to get over our likeness before she spoke shortly in a low, unsure voice.

"Who, then?"

"Um, we don't know," I answered, staring back, amazed at how young she looked, how she looked just like me, but different in some strange way. "I thought it was you."

" ... I'm sorry."

She said it very simply, almost without emotion, yet I knew it was sincere despite my mystification at how she may have meant it. I was wrestling myself for something to say as Kathleen glared at her, my cousin seeming to keep an eye on his mother while stealing glances at both me and Sheila. At that moment, Delores entered with a tray.

"Hello, everyone. Ms. Burchell, would you like a drink?" she asked, offering Sheila a glass of white wine.

"God, yes." She blurted, gratefully accepting it and throwing it back to allow Delores to move through the library to offer up more to anyone who wanted it.

This eased tensions in the room, at least enough so that my aunt and I resumed our seats, Steven visibly relaxing a little in his. Sheila hesitated, eying each one of us before moving to the seat that was furthest apart from the group, but still under her sister's watchful eye. I suppose Gina, being the only person in the group not personally involved by blood, was the most natural one to still have some wits about her at this point, and she took the opportunity to speak up.

"(ahem) Excuse me?"

"Yes, Ms. Green?" the pretty, tray bearing brunette encouragingly asked after turning to face Gina directly.

"Uh, thanks for the drinks and everything, but let's cut the drama. What's going on here, Delores?"

"Here here!" Kathleen seconded. "Do speak up and enlighten us, Delores."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Burchell, Ms. Green, I understand your concern and Mistress will be with you very soon."

With that weird placation, she walked out, all our eyes now on her back as she closed the door behind her.

"Well, that was odd," my aunt remarked, looking at me.

"I wonder who 'Mistress' is," I ventured.

Looking at Sheila, who was trying to mind her own business across the room with her drink, my aunt replied, "At this point, it could be anybody. I kinda figured this for a three ring circus when somebody sent in the clown, here."

Sheila's lips compressed, but she silently regarded her joined knees, refilled wineglass held just ahead of them in both hands.

"So where've you been?" Kathleen pressed. "Huh? Where've you been hiding all these years?"

The beautiful blonde with the large boobies rose as gracefully from her chair as I would have expected Sheila to do it, walking closer to her sister in that nice blouse and narrow business skirt. She, in her own way, was every bit as striking as Sheila, kind of like the type I'd expect to see in office. Hell, I'd have voted for her. But, stopping beside Sheila and looking down on her bowed head, she went on and blew that impression right out of the water.

"Where've you been, Sheila? Too embarrassed to say? Was it that low?"

"Mum... Steven cautioned, a look of something akin to dread in his eyes.

She gave the back of Sheila's head a sudden slap, her hand deflecting upwards and mussing up her sister's perfect hair.

"Owwww! Kathle-en, stop iiit!"

"'Kathle-en, stop iiit!'" my aunt mocked, the both of them making it very easy to believe they were siblings.

"Mum, c'mon," Steven almost plead to no avail.

"Speak up, Sheila. You don't think you have things to answer for? I should beat your head in right now." Kathleen suddenly grated, giving her another hard slap.

"Oh my god," Gina moaned when Sheila shot up out of her seat and gave Kathleen an overhand smack to the face.

The next thing I knew, after a brief period of vicious slapping, they had each other by the throat and were apparently trying to choke each other lifeless. Gina's hand fastened on my wrist while I sat in shock, Steven erupting from his chair as they went to the carpet making desperate gargling attempts at breath, rolling in personal combat.

I had no idea what these two women had between them, but my cousin was having a lot of trouble prying them apart as he yelled, "Mum, cut it out! Let her... go! Jesus Christ, can I have some fuckin' help here?"

The whole scene had me rooted to the spot, Gina too I suppose, but she was the one who clued me into the fact that he meant us and not his savior. She leapt from her chair and went to assist before the beautiful blonde sisters killed each other. I was up and behind her, not thinking of what I was doing anymore than when I shot out of my seat to keep Sheila from leaving, but found myself suddenly helping Gina to pry her fingers from her sister's throat while Steven pried at Kathleen's.

They came apart all of a sudden, Gina, Sheila and I falling in the opposite direction of Steven and Kathleen. Both women were still struggling to get at one another as the comical aspect of the scene from an onlooker's perspective forced a sudden, clear laugh from my throat. I mean, here's Gina and I, struggling to physically restrain Sheila, of all people. Boy, life sure does throw some curveballs.

"Mum! C'mon, stop it!"

"Sheila, get a grip on yourself!" Gina demanded, prompting me to laugh again.

When Gina looked at me like I'd gone crazy, I began laughing in earnest and couldn't stop. I don't know why. I suppose it was the tension of everything that led up to this scene, but the thought of how it must look with me laughing uncontrollably during all the pandemonium sent me over the edge and I was afraid I'd wet my panties as I lost my grip on Sheila.

Sheila was still struggling, her throat now capable of rough speech as she cursed and swore, fighting Gina who's incredulous expression over my behaviour suddenly erupted into laughter along with me. I suppose we know each other well enough at this point so that she could understand my humour in a situation like that.

"What in hell is going on here!?"

The voice was that of a woman's, the tone sultry deep, the emotion surprised, exasperated and demanding all at the same time. My laughter died in a hiccup of surprise before I could get my head turned to see who it was but, when I did, I found myself looking at a tall, big boned but well proportioned woman with shoulder length black hair. She wore thin, black leather pants and a black, loose fitting, opaque blouse that showed off a rather stylish black lace bra beneath it. I guessed that bra to be the same size as what my aunt Kathleen would wear as I moved my eyes back to her strong, attractive face with bright blue eyes like mine. She looked a lot like Steven, enough to be his mother, and I guessed her to be in her mid forties as she looked from one of us to the other, shaking her head with her jaw slightly agape in wonder.

From behind me, Auntie Kathleen croaked, "Ahk-! Ashleigh!?"



Sera Ch. 02



Steven

With a brief scowl, my other incredible long lost aunt looked down at Mum as I restrained her with a basic Jujitsu hold, then at me before inspecting the other three with the same expression. She was a dark, mysterious and commanding woman and the only thing that distracted me from her strong, irresistible beauty were the sparklingly dark eyes of the Burchell family parasite assessing me. I was shaken by how they made Marie's eyes look normal, vaguely wondering how that could be, considering my recently late grandmother's advanced age.

"Do you think you could let me go now, sweetie pie?" Mum irritably grated.

I did so, both of us as suddenly embarrassed as the other three were as I helped her up. She yanked her hand away and shot me a dirty look before jerking at her clothing and clearing her throat.

"Yes, well..." Ashleigh tolerantly said as she strolled further into the room, "Unless you all prefer the floor, I suggest we sit. So far, this little family reunion isn't going like-"

"Oh, is that what this is?" Mum demanded.

Ashleigh looked around at Mum with an expression that could best be described as 'firm'. They both stared right at each other, right in the eyes and neither woman backed down, or succumbed to the other.

Finally, my most mysterious and sexy aunt replied, "Yes. It's a family reunion, Kathleen, just like I said. If that's not good enough, I suggest you sit and listen. Okay?"

Mum didn't like that one bit, her Jedi stare being rebuffed, and her expression failed to hide her surprise and dismay. Along with the rest of us, she slowly resumed her seat, her wary eyes on Ashleigh.

Sheila sat, massaging her throat and goggling at her older sister while young Kathleen did the same. But she caught my eye and our gazes stayed on one another, something inside becoming excited until Gina also looked and I diverted my attention back to Ashleigh as she began speaking again.

"I'd planned to come in on a smile and a very nice little speech. Well, so much for that. Thanks. In any case," she sighed, crossing her long legs, "I'm very appreciative that you all came. I somehow knew you would."

She paused here, looking over her two sisters, then turning her eyes to me.

"Steven. Obviously, your mother and Sheila know who I am. Do you?"

I nodded, trying to keep my eyes off that bra and said, "Yes."

Turning her eyes to my cousin, she said, "And Kathleen... Do you know who I am?"

Their eyes met and the wide eyed young woman only shook her head, looking very impressed anyway while Gina paid rapt attention beside her.

With a warm smile just for her, she explained, "I'm your Aunt Ashleigh. Sheila's older sister."

"That's enough of that!" my other mother spoke up as though she were dressing down the PTA.

"I beg your pardon?" Ashleigh toned.

"You know damned well what I mean."

The eldest Burchell sister held a brief, icy stare with the youngest before flicking her eyes to me and back, saying, "You're one to talk, aren't you?"

That took the wind out of Mum's sails while young Kathleen and Gina looked on with confusion. Sheila was paying close attention as Ashleigh turned back to her estranged niece with the same smile as before.

"Well, I'm very glad to have met you, Kathleen."

"Same here, Auntie Ashleigh," the little piece of meat sincerely answered.

"And Ms. Gina Green. Surprised, but pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Likewise," Gina replied, ever so slightly uncomfortable at my aunt's greeting.

Casting her parasitic eyes on my other aunt, she paused and greeted, "Sheila, it's been a long time. How are you?"

The beauty nodded slightly and managed a little smile that I somehow knew was sincere as she replied.

"I've been getting by. Right now, I'm more surprised than anything."

"I've missed you," Ashleigh said, turning to Mum and adding, "Both of you."

Mum rolled her eyes and picked up her purse from the floor at the foot of her chair. Unperturbed, Ashleigh went on, addressing my cousin and I as Mum began rummaging.

"As I've indicated, I'm the eldest of the three Burchell women who your grandmother Marie gave birth to. I left home when I was very young and, by the time I was able to return, that home was no more. Our father was dead, our mother... unapproachable... and my two sisters gone to who knew where. It took a long time to find them and, in turn, both of you and I'm very happy to have the family back together again."

Mum had found what she was looking for in her purse, a nail file, and had crossed her legs to commence the maintenance of her nails when she looked up at her older sister's words.

"You can't be serious."

"Would you be here if I weren't? I wanted us all together so we could meet and be a family. I know I'm not the only one here who's been missing that over the long years."

"Speak for yourself and our whore of a sister," Mum casually said as she got down to business with her file. "I actually stuck around to raise my-"

"Kathleen, shut up," Ashleigh testily instructed. "Would you please just shut the fuck up?"

"That's not a very nice way to talk to your dearest little sister at your own family reu-"

"Mum..." I interrupted, loud enough for her and, unfortunately, the rest of the room to hear.

She looked around at me, her busy little hands paused as she stared.

"Come off it, will ya?" I asked at a much lower volume, not looking her in the eye.

After an intolerable several seconds, during which time nobody spoke, she turned around and silently went back to filing her nails. As though this was a signal for Ashleigh, she went on in her previous tone while I looked at the carpet and listened, worried how Mum would react to my little outburst later on, not to mention how I'd had to use my Jujitsu on her just prior.

"I apologize for the clandestine approach I took in getting you all here, but it was the only way I could be somewhat sure that you would all show up, an innate curiosity being one of the things we Burchells all share. That and some other unique traits. Yes, as some of you know more than others, this is a very unique family, all the more reason for this reunion. Now, at this point I'd like to stop and ask if anyone has anything they'd like to say, but I suppose I might just as well ask Kathleen first as last.

"How very kind of you, Mistress." Mum retorted. "And yes, I do have a question. How long have you been spying on us?"

"A fair question from my quick witted sister. First off, I haven't been spying on you. As I've said, once I did finally feel able to return home, everything was long lost and I had no idea where you and Sheila were so, unless I intended to go the rest of my life without what family was left, I had to get looking. Unfortunately, I wasn't trained for such a thing and my finances weren't abundant enough for the time and resources the search demanded. Once they were, I hired professional investigators to follow your long cold trails and, let me tell you, what trails they were."

She took a break to sip at her glass, Mum taking the opportunity while still filing her nails.

"None of this answers my question."

"Keep your panties on, I'm getting to that. Sheila, you were the hardest to find. Not only did you change location often, but you left so little behind to lead my investigators to your next landing pad. Kathleen, you were easier in that respect, but you did your share of moving around the country to the extent that, when I did finally find my wandering sisters, I kept my investigators on. It was to ensure that I'd never lose either of you like that again, and I did have them take a closer look at you both. Nothing invasive, nothing you wouldn't tell a casual acquaintance, just surface things that you wouldn't blame me for being curious about."

"When did you find me?" Sheila asked, her voice neither loud nor low, tone carrying no hint of how she felt about what her older sister had been saying thus far.

"Five years ago, after you moved to the UK and stayed. I found Kathleen nine years ago after she settled in Vancouver."

"Why didn't you contact me then?" Sheila inquired further with the same casual poker face as before.

"Because the time wasn't right. It would have been for you, but by then you'd already given birth to Kathleen and she was of no age to join us until recently. At the same time, Ms. Mouth was married to a successful man, living in a nice home while raising her son, Steven, also too young to join us until now."

"(Ahem) Excuse me," I spoke up, suddenly glad of the liquor in my system and the ratio of control it gave my mother's other son.

"Yes, Steven."

"I don't see what you're talking about. All kinds of people have relatives while they're growing up. I had relatives on my father's side that I saw and heard from off and on, and there always seemed to be timing for them."

"But, I'm hardly Aunt Ellen. Am I?"

That surprised me as I focused on her sharp smile instead of her eyes. She knew I was trying to subtly draw her out in regards to the parasite she carried and I couldn't help but be impressed. As for Aunt Ellen, she was my father's sister and she'd swing by with her family about twice a year, as they lived about four hours away. Usually, it'd be a surprise visit and Dad would be gone, leaving Mum and I to entertain the smelly, prattling idiot while her halfwit husband kept looking around himself, asking how much this or that had cost. I made a mental note to keep her investigators in mind.

"Hmm?" Ashleigh prodded, now using the situation to make her subtle point that I well knew why timing was so important to her.

"No," I conceded with a slight grin.

Still looking at me for several seconds, she addressed all of us as she went on.

"You see, right now, none of you have any... obligations. Right now, a turning point exists in all your lives where the future depends on the decisions you make for yourselves now. This is true of all of us in different ways and in different circumstances, even in ways none of us understand fully, but my point is that... we belong and we belong together."

She looked around at each of us during a pause after those words. None of us said anything, not even Mum, to break the silence before she continued.

"This house and its grounds is the Burchell home. It's your home, each of you, and you're all welcome here at any time and for as long as you like, including permanent residence. All of you. Even if you should decide to live somewhere else, I want you to think of this place as home as much as, or more than the house you were raised in. When you tell people that you're going home for Christmas, I want this to be the home you speak of. I want us to be a proper family, not just because I myself crave that, as I'm sure some of you do, but because we need each other."

Ashleigh again paused and we allowed a silence to take the room as we looked at her and a little bit at each other while the hidden meaning behind those last words sunk in for those who could read between the lines. The only sound in the room was Mum's filing, now slow and thoughtful as she stared at her work. Sheila looked at the floor in front of her, also in thought while young Kathleen looked around the room with a slightly confused expression on her face. With Gina's eyes firmly on Ashleigh, my cousin's again caught mine and we stared for long moments as my dick started to get hard. She squirmed slightly in her seat a second before Mum, her file at rest, finally spoke up and broke our mutual spell.

"So, let me get this straight... You're inviting us all to move in here with you?"

"Yes. And I sincerely hope you all do, even you, may God help us all. I don't expect any answers now, but please stay long enough to at least form an opinion of where you should be. Family ties are very important, especially when your last name's Burchell."

"How so?" Gina asked.

"Gina, I do hope you don't feel left out of the conversation, not being one of us, but please understand that this is family business."

"And none of mine," Gina boldly assumed.

"I didn't say that. I said that this is family business and it concerns family first and foremost. As it is, your presence here makes certain aspects of our business awkward, so I'd prefer that you ask kitten any questions that you have, as I'm really not at liberty to discuss family matters with you."

"What did you call her?" Gina asked, sitting straighter.

"What?"

"You called her 'kitten'."

"What of it?"

"Her father calls her that."

"I know. I like it and, to avoid confusion with our older, mouthier Kathleen, I'd like to use it, if that's alright with you, sweetie pie," she said to my cousin with another warm smile.

"Um, okay, Auntie Ashleigh."

The look on Gina's face was quite understandable as she looked at her younger friend, then back at Ashleigh. She opened her mouth to say something only to be cut off by my very authoritative aunt.

"While you're all here, please do make yourself at home. As I say, this is your home and, other than each other's personal spaces, you have every right to go where you please and use any facilities that interest you. The staff is here to see to your needs, to serve you, but they are not slaves and their purpose is not to take abuse. They're very good at their jobs and you will treat them with the respect they deserve. One other thing about the staff... They're clean, discreet, and completely accommodating to what you might call the 'Burchell Drive'. A list of their names, pictures, duties and shifts are in each of your rooms along with their pager numbers. They're not to be bothered at their residence while they're off shift unless one of them chooses to allow it on their terms."

"Uhhh..." Gina tried.

"Yes, they're available to you as a guest, Gina."

"That's not wh-"

"Beyond the rules regarding staff, there are only two others here: I am the head of this household, of this family, and I want you to treat each other with respect."

"You're the head of the family, huh?" Mum challenged. "And what gives you the right to assume that role?"

"Above you, you mean. Very simple, Kathleen. I'm the eldest, I have the house and grounds and I'm the one who brought us all together. If you need further persuasion, I'm sure time and proper opportunity will allow for that."

Delores entered then, this time without a tray, but still with her positive and friendly smile. I couldn't help looking her up and down with the knowledge that I could use her at will, or at least with Mum's permission.

"Just now, I think we should all take a little break from each other and allow our minds to absorb this very eventful afternoon. Delores will show each of you to your apartments and coordinate your luggage and any creature concerns you may have. Again, please give your home a chance and stay as long as possible. You're all welcome and wanted here, and I encourage you all to get to know one another, myself included. Delores..."

"Ladies and gentleman, if you'll please follow me, I'd be delighted to take you to your apartments."

There seemed nothing else to say as Ashleigh looked us over with a friendly, but dismissive smile. Of course, Mum thought of something.

"So, if you're the head of the family, who's the unlucky bitch?"

"So far, that'd be you, Ms. Mouth."

"Pffft! We'll see."

Ashleigh deigned not to answer as she watched us filing out of the room behind Delores, instead requesting, "Gina...? I wonder if you could stay a few minutes?"

 

Kitten

We were led from the library through a decadent style that made it easy to imagine an eighteenth century Lord rounding one of the corners with a cell phone. Our destination was in a different wing, the corridor looking like those really spiffy hotels on TV, except the large doors on either side had no numbers, but doorbells instead. This was because it really was an apartment, but more like a luxury living quarters. It had a small entry with double French doors that led to a fair sized living space with a TV, stereo, deep maroon couch and chairs, really nice wooden furniture and hardwood floors. Off that, there was a bedroom with a huge, four poster canopy bed with stuffed animals and a sleeping kitten in the very middle. Yes, an actual live, fluffy gray kitten.

Of course, I went nuts. It's a he and I named him Mr. Sparkles because I knew my Auntie Ashleigh and her beautiful, sparkling blue eyes gave him to me.

There was a large bathroom, the shower stall separate from one of those large, deep tubs with all the jets and, of course, a litter box for Mr. Sparkles.

The last room was a kitchenette with a range, small refrigerator, limited counter space and a stainless steel sink. The fridge and cupboards were stocked appropriate to the size of the space in terms of food, plates and utensils, etc. and what was really a closet sized space was well thought out and arranged. There was even two cat dishes.

Wandering out of the kitchenette with Mr. Sparkles, I was a little overwhelmed by it all, especially at how this place spoke so well to my personal tastes. I wondered again why Ashleigh would want to talk to Gina and was hoping she wouldn't treat her badly because she wasn't family, when there was a knock at the door.

"Oh, that's so cute," Delores remarked with a big smile when I answered with my newest little friend in my arms.

"I named him, 'Mr. Sparkles'."

"Excellent choice, Ma'am. May I see to any luggage you may have brought?"

"Nope, that's okay. I'll get our stuff."

I spun on my heel, put my furry little critter down on the floor and waved as he turned to look up at me while I closed the door.

"Would you like assistance, Ma'am?"

"Um, only to find my way back to the car. (giggle) sorry."

"Oh, that's fine," she assured. "It's a big house, after all. Please allow me to escort you."

"Thanks."

Soon after, we were standing in the open front door, the sun's heat on us while I looked again at where we were.

"Is it okay if we leave our cars out front?" I asked.

"I have no authority over you or where you choose to park your car, Ma'am. However, I'm sure Mistress would be happy to take that inquiry."

"Oh. Um... so I can really... (giggle) do stuff... with you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Delores affirmed with another assuring smile.

"Like... if I wanted to take all your clothes off and do... stuff?"

"Of course. Would you like to entertain yourself with me, Ma'am?"

"(Giggle!) Um, I'm just gonna get me and Gina's bags."

"That's fine. Are you certain you wouldn't like assistance? Perhaps an escort back to your room?"

"Nah. Thanks, but I'm okay."

"Very well."

"Bye, Delores," I bade.

I descended the massive front steps and approached the Vette, my horny geared up. Having the spare set of keys, I got into Gina's car and removed our two suitcases, Ashleigh's offer of a new home springing to mind. I locked the car up again, not that there was any need, and grabbed the cases to begin my return to the house, thinking along the way.

I was being asked to stay.

It had begun to sink in and I paused at the impressive front door, staring at it, trying to accept the impossible reality that this could be my front door. I didn't have to knock. Once past the threshold of 'home', I dared to imagine it, moving out of Mummy and Daddy's house and...

What? Have a long distance relationship with my family while I...? What? In my case, what she proposed was a complete and utter change of life that just wasn't possible. Even if I wanted to leave my family behind for this, what would I ever tell them? And what would I be leaving them behind for? The best question was why the idea held such shameful, secret allure anyway.




Sera Ch. 02



The very idea was a foolish flight of fancy by the time I'd returned with our bags, bypassing the apartment that had been reserved for Gina and taking them both to mine. Just before I could get through the door, I heard her soft hail from behind. I waited for her to speak as she approached from down the corridor but, when she did, it was only to say, "This our room?"

"Uh, we each have one, but this is mine, yeah."

"Let's go in," she said simply.

Seconds later, we sat facing each other on the couch, she silently noting the quality of our accommodations before she told me about what had happened between her and Auntie Ashleigh.

"Well," she sighed, "it's like this: She likes me alright, she just doesn't like me being here."

"She- she told you that?"

"In so many words."

"Well... what did she say?"

"She started out by repeating that it was nice to meet me, asking me not to take anything she'd said too personally because she was only trying to explain her motivations under an already tense situation, so on and so forth. So, I assure her I'm okay with it and all, cause what the hell else am I gonna say, right? After that, she just asked me the expected questions, kinda like small talk, you know?"

"Uh huh."

"Then she kinda reiterates those comments she didn't want me to take personally, like when she said that my presence made some family business awkward. I can only assume she meant her staff... Anyway, she told me she understood that we were friends and everything, but that some here might be made to feel unintentionally uncomfortable during the discussion of some family topics if I were present and, as she said, in order to promote open communication, my presence may not be asked for or wanted. Of course, this is her way of telling me to expect being left out, and she went on to tell me that it would be rude to allow me to remain based on possible personal histories that people within the family have a right to keep within the family. She said more, but she was really only belaboring that point. You know what I mean."

"Yeah. Hey, smutty, you know that if you're told to leave, I leave too. Right?"

"Yeah, I know, slutty, and thanks. It makes me feel a lot less... uncomfortable."

"Good. So, OMG! Sheila!"

"I know," she replied, shaking her head with a wondrous grin. "I never would have expected..."

"Her," I finished.

"Yeah, pretty much. She sure as hell fills a room for such a little thing, doesn't she?"

"Tell me about it. At first, I was confused. I thought I was looking into some weird 3D mirror, or having some kind of a hallucination before I clicked in."

"She sure doesn't look her age, and she doesn't look like the kind of woman who's led the lifestyle we've been told about, either. She doesn't even look like she's given birth. Did you see her hips?"

"Yeah, I would've expected some used up old barfly like Norah."

"Imagine if Norah could see her now?" Gina marveled with a grin.

"Really. Heh. What'd you think of Auntie Kathleen?"

" ... Uh, I'm not sure what to make of her. Especially after that fight. And what were you laughing about, you scamp!?"

I started laughing again and explained as she laughed silently beside me, afterwards commenting right out of the blue, "You seemed pretty interested in Steven."

"Huh?"

"Steven. I saw you checking him out a few times."

"I wasn't 'checking him out'!"

"You were staring. A couple times, he was staring back."

"Well, he's... interesting."

I'd found since meeting Auntie Kathleen and my cousin Steven that all of my relatives seem to have a subtle draw, but none were like Steven's. However, I wasn't about to tell Gina that. It was something I didn't fully understand myself and I knew she wouldn't.

"In what way?"

"He seems familiar," I answered honestly. "Both he and Auntie Kathleen do."

"Hmmm... not to me. By the way, the feeling is mutual where Ashleigh and I are concerned. I can't help but like her, I only wish circums-"

She broke off and pointed behind me with a surprised, open mouth smile, what she was going to say forgotten as I whirled around to see what had disrupted her.

"Mr. Sparkles!" I happily greeted my furry little apartment mate.

"Uh, your apartment came with a cat?" she asked as I bounded up from the couch to scoop him up.

Sitting again, I replied, "I guess so. Isn't he adorable?"

"You named him?"

"Sure," I said, settling back into the couch with him.

" ... So what do you think of her offer?" she asked, changing the subject, or so it seemed at the time.

"It's incredible. I'm not moving, of course, but it's incredible. This whole thing, from the day I got that invitation till now, feels like something that belongs in some story that starts with, 'once upon a time' and ends with 'and they lived happily ever after'."

"You're right it does, but I'm happy to hear you're not being... seduced," she said, resting her eyes on Mr. Sparkles in my lap.

" ... Because I named-? Oh, no. No, I... I mean, I have a home."

"Right."

"And a life with people I love and who love me."

"Family," Gina cemented with her smile.

I returned her expressive sentiment and, after a few moments, asked, "Guess what, smutty?"

"What?"

"It's true. (giggle!) I asked Delores when I was getting our suitcases from the car."

"Oh, god, you mean..."

"Yeah! (giggle!) I even asked her if I could take her clothes off and do stuff with her!"

"No way. What'd she say?"

"She said yes and asked me if I wanted to!"

"Unbelievable. Uh, I hope you're not, ahhh..." she laughed, me along with her.

"I might have them take their clothes off. Maybe do stuff with each other while we watch..."

Gina's grin was considerably wider than it was moments before, and I knew her imagination was working within its latent conservative guidelines.

Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. I gave Mr. Sparkles to Gina and got up to go answer. Opening the door, I was surprised to find my namesake on the other side, grinning motherly at me, her knees slightly bent so I wouldn't have to look up so far.

"I wondered if I could borrow a cup of sugar?"

"(Giggle)"

"I hope I'm not intruding."

"Nope, c'mon in."

She and Gina politely re-greeted, my aunt taking note of Mr. Sparkles before she turned to take a seat, saying, "I got one too. A little black, shorthaired female. Ashleigh's got style, I'll give her that, alright."

"Did you name her?" Gina asked as she took a seat in one of the comfy chairs.

Kathleen paused, her smile becoming wider, but guilty before she replied with, "Trixie."

I grinned with her as Gina laughed softly.

"Well, that's one of the reasons I came over, kitten. Oh, I hope you don't mind me using that. It would reduce a lot of confusion and I do like it for you."

"Nope, it's okay."

"Does it bother you that Ashleigh would know that? I mean, is it something people would know?" Kathleen inquired.

"Uhhh... it kinda bothers me, yeah. It's not a big secret or anything, it just makes me wonder how they found out."

"It bothers me," Gina admitted.

"Me too," the blonde informed. "It makes me wonder what all else she knows about us. She didn't bully you after we left, did she?"

"No," Gina replied. "She was actually quite open and forthright in a... respectful way, and I really can't even say I blame her where family privacy is concerned."

"And she does seem really nice," I offered.

"Neither one of you should be too quick to trust her, no matter how nice or forthright she may come off. I don't trust her and I know her better than you do, granted not much better. Besides, look at Sheila. Just because someone is related doesn't necessarily mean they're to be trusted, even if you do know them. Some of the worst acts ever committed have been done by family members."

"She's right, slutty. Look at my family."

"Are you staying, Auntie Kathleen?"

"You can just call me 'Kathleen' if you like, sweetie pie. As for staying... Well, mine and Steven's situation is somewhat fluid at the moment. It's just as well for us to stay for the time being, but I can't see a permanent vacation here."

"Me neither," I informed her. "I'm gonna stay long enough to get to know you and the others, but I got a life back home."

"I definitely look forward to getting to know you, kitten."

I showed her a big smile that said likewise before she went on.

"About my little, uh, performance. I apologize for the way I acted with Sheila. It's just that... Well, do you know of anybody who'd like to throttle Sheila where you come from?"

"Oh yeah," I assured with a laugh. "Enough of them to form a club."

"Well, what they have against Sheila pales in comparison, I'm sure. I wasn't kidding when I said she had things to answer for. Anyway, I kinda lost it and I'm afraid I wasn't very ladylike. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Auntie," I told her with a reassuring smile. "I've had my unladylike moments."

"Thanks. Um, I find I have to ask... 'Slutty'?"

Gina laughed a bit and explained, "Just a couple of nicknames between us. She's 'slutty' and I'm 'smutty'."

Auntie Kathleen's brow raised as she laughed, saying afterwards, "Slutty and smutty. How adorable, I love it. So, kitten... what do you think of her?"

"Sheila," I assumed, to which she nodded with a curious expression as she regarded me. "Uhhh... She's not like anything I would have expected. I really don't know what to think of her, but I can see how..."

"What?" Auntie probed.

"Well, I've heard people say that she had this way about her that kinda made people go along. I can see that. I can see how someone like her could ruin lives like that."

"Same here," Gina put in. "She has this strange... appeal."

"She does, doesn't she?" Auntie Kathleen agreed. "Looks incredible for her age."

"Better keep Steven away from her," I blurted for some stupid reason, drawing Gina's attention.

"She's his aunt," she pointed out.

"That wouldn't matter with her," Auntie stated. "Believe me, it wouldn't. And yes, I've already warned him up and down about her. Steven's a good boy though, he does what his mum tells him."

"At least he has the staff to keep him occupied," Gina slipped with a well meaning grin.

"Oh my god, I know!" Auntie laughed. "I just about stabbed myself with my nail file when she came out with that! She wasn't kidding about that list, either! (giggle) Have you seen it?"

We shook our heads and she leaned in to inform with a conspiratorial tone, "Names, physical stats, everything right down to the crucial measurements. Oh yeah, Ashleigh's quite the gal."

We all giggled about it for a minute before she raised her voice to its previous volume to say, "But girls, on a slightly more serious note, I need stuff. Kitten, I don't know how long you and Gina are planning on staying, but I'm sort of switching horses in mid stride here, and I'd like to get out for some essentials. You two?"

Gina shrugged as we looked at each other and she asked, "How long are we going to be here?"

"Ummm... I dithered, trying to quickly calculate how long a time I could get away with. "Two weeks?"

" ... We leave two weeks from today?" she asked, looking unsure.

"Yup. No longer."

"Alright, two weeks," she almost grudgingly, but somehow tolerantly agreed with a smile, looking to Kathleen and adding, "And yes, we probably should get out for some things, but my car's only a two-seater."

"Well, I have the spare keys to Steven's car, we could use that so all three of us can go."

"He won't mind?" I asked.

"Mummy gaveth that car, Mummy can taketh it away, too," she joked. "But I would ask that one of you drive. I do have a driver's license, but I prefer to be a passenger if there's another driver who doesn't mind."

"I'll drive," I happily volunteered.

"Then it's settled. I'm going to hop on over to my apartment for a few minutes first. Meet you in ten out in the corridor?"

"Ten should do it," Gina grinned while I nodded my affirmative.

 

Steven

It'd be pretty hard not to be impressed with my apartment, even for one such as I who grew up in a wealthy home. I mean, I had a pretty cool bedroom before we were kicked out of that tax bracket, but it had nothing on the apartment that was assigned to me.

Aside from the veritable electronics frontier beyond the small entry, there was a mini kitchen, a bathroom as big as back home and better appointed, and a bedroom with a huge, four poster bed.

Sleeping at the center of this perfectly made bed was a kitten. It looked like a black Tabby, but it was so small that I couldn't be sure. Leaving it to sleep, I checked the small refrigerator and found a case of Molson Canadian. Taking a can, I wandered back into the living room/NORAD control center and stared at the impressive array.

Ashleigh had spared no expense, including a LARGE screen television and what looked like a very expensive laptop with a PDA beside it. Taking another sip, I stepped closer and took note of a small pile of texts and software manuals for business applications.

"Shiiit." I expressed.

"Yeah," I replied, "That invitation may have lacked incentive, but... ho-ly shit."

"She ain't kiddin' when she says she wants us to stay."

"I can't remember the last time I felt so welcome anywhere," I joked with myself in a wry humour.

"I'm totally blown away, and I don't just mean by this apartment."

"Totally. But one thing's for sure: This whole thing definitely deserves more study. I want for us to tread cautiously here, but this could be just what we need."

"What Mum needs."

"Yeah... But us, too. We can never forget that, never, never, never forget that, ever."

"Oh, fuck. I just remembered what happened back in the library. Fuck, why'd she have to go all crazy and force me to...? Shit!"

"Relax, I got a feeling it might not be that bad."

"Have you been paying attention for the last eighteen years, moron? Peeling her off Sheila was one thing, having to verbally shut her down..."

"But I have a feeling she might not fly off the handle. She'll be pissed, yeah, but ever since Saint John, it's like things are different with us. She even mentioned it herself, but I never took it seriously until today."

"(Sigh) I still don't wanna have to deal with her."

I wandered to the opposite side of the room and through another set of French doors that opened up to a balcony that overlooked part of the 'backyard'.

Ashleigh's grounds were something else. There was a wide, cobblestoned track that led over a rise and down behind a thick stand of trees, narrower pathways branching off here and there to lead through a beautiful landscape that wasn't exactly a garden, rather an enchanted wood where the paths would sometimes disappear into shaded tunnels through the thick trees and underbrush. The area was randomly accented with a perfect picnic spot, a pool fed by a creek, a picturesque rock garden, or a bench beside a birdbath. Not too far from the house was a large, in ground pool with a deck and pool house.

"Yeah, I gotta hand it to sis, alright," my other mother's voice remarked.

She was to my left, at the close end of her own balcony and looking over the side as I was. Her expression showed that she truly was impressed, yet her overall demeanor was that of an uninvolved observer.

"She's done well for herself," I agreed, moving to the end of my balcony and closer to her. How old was she when she left home?"

"Sixteen."

"She must have an interesting story," I speculated.

"I'll bet she does. What do you think of her offer?"

"To stay? ... I don't know. Totally unexpected."

"Like you predicted. Right now, I'm just trying to process all this. I don't trust Ashleigh because I don't know her as well as I'd like, and her investigators don't exactly build my confidence in her."

"Yeah," I said, nodding in agreement and taking a drink from my beer.

"And I don't know what your personal mini palace is like over there, but mine is very nice. Not just nice, but tailored to me personally. It even came with a little black kitten, for God's sake."

"Yup," I said, nodding again while, in the relative distance, a bright red ATV emerged from one of the tree tunnels of the enchanted wood with a small trailer in tow. "It's such a blatant incentive, but so up front after the unassuming invitation that it flies. Plus she is your sister, whether we trust her or not."

"Yeah. ... Right now, I think we should stay. At least as long as there's no reason to leave, right?"

"I agree. But, I'll be looking for that reason."

"Good boy. That's what I like to hear."

"Chip off the ol block," I remarked with more wry humour.

" ... Look, I didn't appreciate you making a fool out of me in the library."

"You made a fool of yourself," I calmly stated, "I was trying to prevent you from doing it again."

I couldn't believe I'd said it and she didn't even answer right away as I just kept staring down into the enchanted wood, the red ATV now lost to my sight. Well, it was true. She'd embarrassed me, rolling around on the damned floor, fighting with Sheila like that in front of kitten and her friend Gina. For the first time in my life, I was ashamed for her.

Finally, she stated with a slightly aloof tone, "Anyway, I have to get ready. I've got to get on something and then get back here."

"Get on what?"

"Kitten."

"I hope you mean that figuratively."

"Why, do you like her?"

"She's innocent and she's my cousin."

"Oh. Well, I'll try to keep my whorish little fingers off her, then."

"Mu-uuum," I groaned with a sigh. "That's not what I said."

"It's what you meant."

"I'm sorry, it's just that after all that's happened... Anyway, I really think we should keep our minds on what's going on around us."

"Yeah, yeah... Look, I don't want us to-"

She looked behind her suddenly before turning back to me, saying instead, "That's my luggage, yours will probably be along in a few seconds. We'll talk later, okay? Right now, go take a look around the place while I find out which way the wind blows with kitten."

"Right."

"Love you, sweetie pie."

"Love you too, Mum," I returned.

She flashed a smile that said we were okay before receding to the interior of her apartment, her voice calling after me, "And stay away from Sheila!"

After I dealt with my baggage, and once I found my way to the back door of the palace, I began with a walk through the enchanted wood, or at least part of it. I knew I wouldn't have time to see the whole thing and my first destination, the end of the wide cobblestoned path, proved it so.

The thick stand of trees hid a large, two bay garage with an even taller section at one end that was accessed via an extra wide man door. Its construction was of cinderblock and, at the edge of the cobbled yard that fronted the outbuilding, the driver of the ATV I'd seen earlier was loading large, irregularly shaped pieces of flat sandstone in the trailer. He seemed a bit younger than Mum, good looking in an outdoorsy kind of way with light brown hair and a square jaw that matched his tall, powerful frame, easily identifiable even in the dull green work clothes he wore.

"Afternoon, Sir," he greeted, shooting a friendly expression as he worked.

The 'Sir' thing kinda threw me for a loop at first.

"Hi."

"Name's Jack, Chief Gardener. Help you with anything?" he offered while setting a rather heavy piece in the bouncy trailer.

"No, just out for a little walk, thanks. Mine's Steven, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise. What are you doing with the rock, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Building a 'natural' wading pool out back."

"Oh. That sounds cool."

"Will be when it's done, Sir."




Sera Ch. 02



"How big is this place anyway?"

"Hundred acres."

"Wow, that's... pretty big."

"It used to be an edge lot before it got built up back there and it was never parceled out," he explained."

"Okay. So, when you say 'out back'..."

"Way out back," he confirmed with a smile, putting another stone slab in the settling trailer, this one not so big.

"How old is the house?" I asked.

"Built in nineteen-thirty-seven," he answered.

"Geez, it doesn't seem like it."

"It's been renovated a few times."

"Oh."

He gave me a short history of the place, its previous owners, when and how they updated. It was actually quite interesting, but I had other places to go, places like the pool. (Not the one out back)

After making my polite goodbye, I backtracked and soon found myself looking down through ten feet of water at the deep end of the large, competitive field of chlorinated water. It was a really nice pool area too, properly naturalized with the enchanted wood that surrounded it, at the same time acting part of the segue between the house and grounds. The deck offered bathrooms that had changing areas, showers and a shed to store things like flotation loungers. After forcing myself away from the temptation to do a few laps in my boxer briefs, I left and headed back to the house.

A bit later, I was checking out the ground floor, standing in the front entry hall and looking up at the high ceiling, the second floor opened up to accommodate the large chandelier hanging from above. To my immediate right, two tall doors were open and movement from beyond them distracted my attention from the sheer grandeur of the place.

Craning my neck, I could see no further movement, but decided to check out that room anyway. From the doorway, I looked in at what seemed like a sort of parlour and sitting on a Queen Anne style loveseat with her back to me was Sheila.

It was an odd thing to walk into that room, having heard all about her from Mum, the thing she did, all the other stories. It felt somewhat akin to an opportunity to interview Saddam Hussein's ghost. My eyes stayed on her head as I came around and stopped beside a chair that sat opposite her, looking at the little blonde with no expression and no idea at the moment of what I'd say. Perhaps I was just curious.

She looked up at me before I came to a halt, holding a china cup while steadying a saucer on her knee. She waited, probably for me to speak as she openly and a little discomfortingly looked me over.

"Did your mother send you to remind me of what a useless little whore I am?" she suddenly asked with a dispassionate tone, taking a sip afterwards.

"No. I thought I'd introduce myself, since I never got the chance earlier."

She paused, her indifferent expression and tone softening slightly to a mildly amused demeanor.

"My name's Steven," I said, stepping forward and extending my hand.

Placing her cup on its saucer, she shook, replying, "I'm Sheila, but you knew that, of course. Pleased to meet you."

"Same here," I said, taking my hand back from her warm little one.

I took a seat in the chair and she asked with that same mild humour, "Wouldn't your mother be pissed off if she knew you were talking to me?"

"Probably. The last thing she told me was to stay away from you."

She smiled a bit wider at this and took another sip, saying afterward, "There's tea over there if you want some. Sasha brought a spare cup."

"No, thanks.

"So, you're curious."

"Curious?"

"Curious," she repeated. Why else would you defy your mother to talk to me?"

I shrugged and admitted, "I suppose I am curious, but I got my own fish to fry. What do you think of Ashleigh?"

"Hm. You're Kathleen's son, alright. What do I think of Ashleigh? Gee, I don't know," she admitted half sarcastically, "She pops out of my life over thirty years ago, and then she suddenly pops back into it. How do I know what to think?"

"Well... do you get that she's genuine?"

"Well, she's really my big sister Ashleigh, if that's what you mean."

"That's not what I mean," I patiently explained. "I mean, do you trust her?"

"God-dam, you are your mother's kid. Yeah, I trust her. I mean, I'm not afraid she's going to sneak into my room at night and cut my head off, right?"

"Nah, that's more Mum's style."

She laughed out loud at this, obviously knowing it to be true on some level. I smiled along with her and when she finished, she looked me up and down a little with a leftover smile on her face.

"So, you're really not here to shit on me?"

"No. You've never done anything to me."

We looked each other in the eyes then before I could stop myself, before I could remember that it wasn't good to do that with family members and... nothing happened. Well, not really. I found it hard to look away. She definitely had this 'thing' about her.

"So, what are you up to, Steve?"

"Not much, just taking a walk around."

"Exploring?"

"Yup."

"I was doing a little of that earlier, but I got the fucking jetlag. I'm going to go crash soon."

"Oh yeah, Ashleigh said you lived in the UK. What's that like?"

She shrugged and explained, "It's a nice place to lose yourself, but I missed home. It was nice to get off the plane and smell Canada again."

"I bet. The weather's kinda crappy over there, huh?"

"Kinda," she confirmed, taking a sip of her tea and adding, "It's a bit like the prairies in the winter time. Except when it's winter. Then it's just as depressing as your own grave, but the people are great. I just love that British stiff upper lip."

"Oh yeah?"

"Totally. This one day when it was raining- go figure –and I mean pissing down, this guy was caught out in it without a hat or umbrella. He was an older, upper class gent and, Steve, I swear to you that this man never even so much as squinted his eyes against it as it drove in his face. No, he walked along just like the weather was what it is outside here, today."

"Really?" I laughed, trying to picture this.

"Oh, yeah, I just love the stalwart pride in the face of it all, you know?"

"Yeah, I can get that. ... Um, I don't mean to be nosey, but are you staying, or have you made up your mind?"

"My mind's still spinning. How 'bout yours?"

"Pretty much, but we're staying for now."

Sheila nodded, looking at her cup for a moment before looking back at me and asking, "Are you hungry?"

" ... Yeah, actually."

"Did you happen to see a kitchen in your wanderings?"

"No."

"Hm. Well, I suggest we go and find it before we start gnawing at the legs on the coffee table."

"A sensible plan," I noted with a grin. "And you don't suspect that my mother may have sent me as a spy?"

"I know who my friends are, kid. Come on."

We found the kitchen after less than five minutes, both of us impressed at its size, professional setup, appliances and the presence of a chef, whose name was Anne. After Sheila assured the attractive, voluptuous, deep brunette in the white kitchen attire that she could help herself, the beautiful little blonde went about making up a couple of really good BLTs on perfectly toasted buns. We ate across from one another at a large island after pulling a couple of nearby tall stools up to it.

I was surreptitiously checking out Anne's bust line as she worked, if only to keep my eyes off Sheila and her very pretty face and fuckable body, she also watching Anne dice vegetables until she spoke up.

"I'm pretty good in the kitchen, but not as good as her."

"What do you make?" I asked, now having an excuse to look at her.

"All different kinds of dishes, but lately? Mostly Italian because that's what I'm trying to perfect. I'm pretty good with chicken."

"Have you ever had Chubby Chicken?" I asked.

"Pah! Mine's better," she stated before taking a bite of her BLT.

"Chubby's pretty good," I grinned, taking another bite of my own.

"Yeah, Chubby's good, but mine is still better. I had some after I got off the plane and on the way here, so I know."

"Me and Mum have been getting KFC lately."

"Ah, KFC, the deep fried alternative to ex lax."

"Gross," I laughed, "but so true."

After a pause during another mouthful of BLT, she said simply, "Sorry about the way I reacted when I first saw you in the library."

"It's okay."

"You know who you look like, right?"

I nodded, taking another bite, not mentioning how creepy I sometimes found my likeness to Walton with respect to everything that had gone on to lead to his suicide. I supposed she probably found it creepy herself, taking into account her part in it, but at least she wasn't letting it affect how she treated me.

"I don't know if she ever told you," she volunteered, "but your mother looks just like your grandmother. My Daughter looks just like me and you... Growing up, Kathleen and Mum were just an oddity, something I took for granted and everybody else just got used to, but after today..."

I was staring as I chewed and I wasn't sure if it was because she was so much fun to look at, or because I was hesitant about what I was tempted to bring up.

"What?" she asked, forcing my hand.

I swallowed, looked down at the top of the island and asked, "Did you get any answers when you saw her a couple years ago? Your mum, I mean?"

She froze, locking her eyes and a surprised expression on me as we regarded each other silently.

"How do you know about that?" she asked suspiciously, now unsure of me.

"I was there. Shoreline Adult Residential Facility. They mentioned you."

After a moment, she continued, still staring, although her anxiety seemed to level off closer to where it had been.

"You were in Saint John?"

"We just came from there. The tide brought us back."

I had no idea why I said that and I was as shocked by it as Sheila was as she again froze, again stared.

"What did you say?" she asked quietly.

"Uh... I have no idea why I said that. It was... something somebody said to me...," I trailed off, unable to tell her that I'd heard it in a dream for fear of looking like a world class nut bar.

" ... In a dream?" she quietly asked after putting her BLT down on her plate, quite serious now.

"Uhmm... Yes. In a dream. How'd you...?"

"I had this dream one night almost three years ago," she explained with a note of awe in her voice. "It was one of those really vivid ones, the kind that you don't forget no matter what it was about."

"The kind you're sure has to have some meaning," I put in.

She nodded and continued, "I won't get into the actual dream because it... well, let's just say I often dream in hardcore and leave it at that, but someone in my dream said that very same thing to me and... at the time, I was thinking about some things, about the past and, in the days that followed, it just kind of clicked in, what it meant. "I was- I felt compelled to make a short trip to Saint John, just to make sure and... well..."

"That's pretty much how it happened for me," I shared as she picked up her BLT again.

Pausing just before a bite, she looked thoughtfully at the remainder of her snack and said, "I got answers, alright. And I've been afraid ever since."

I silently processed this before she asked me, "Sooo... you saw her?"

I nodded my affirmative, popping the last of the BLT into my mouth.

" ... How'd that go? Did you get any answers?"

After I swallowed, I sat straighter, pushing my plate to the side and answered, "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I got answers. And I'm pretty scared, too. Sometimes I have to work at keeping it down."

We looked at each other again and an understanding was formed in the silent space between our eyes before she finished her snack, both of us watching Anne again as though this would hide us from our fears. We put our plates in the dishwasher and cleaned up after ourselves, neither one of us saying anything more until we were outside the kitchen.

"I don't know about your chicken, but that was the best BLT I ever had. Thanks, Aunt Sheila."

She laughed a little, the darker mood of earlier lifted between us now, and said, "I never thought I'd ever hear anyone call me 'Aunt Sheila' and, if you ever do it again, I'll have your vile tongue."

I laughed a bit as well as we made our way back to the main foyer, answering, "I promise I won't call you that again, then. For the sake of my tongue."

Then, her demeanor changed so suddenly, yet almost imperceptibly as she looked up at me from under her brows, a tricky, sexually enticing smile on her face as she took a breath to say something.

"Oh, there you are, Sheila."

It was Ashleigh. She was coming down the stairs, tits bouncing softly in their black bra with each footfall until she reached the bottom, looking at us both with a slightly curious expression before speaking again.

"How are you, Steven?"

"Good, Aunt Ashleigh," I managed, feeling like I'd just been somehow yanked away from the claws of a tiger. "(Ahem) How are you?"

"Very well, thank you. Sheila, I wonder if I could speak with you?"

The look that almost froze me in my tracks had completely disappeared as Sheila looked up at her sister, replaced by one that suggested nervousness before she answered.

"Sure."

"Steven, you don't mind if I take your company away?"

"No, that's okay."

"Thanks. Come on, sis. I'll show you my den on the second floor, you'll love it."

"Let's go," she agreed, mostly hiding her apprehension over a meeting where she might end up explaining what happened with her father. "See ya round, Steve."

"Later, Sheila."

Ashleigh said her polite, parting words and I watched the two physically opposite, gorgeous women climb the stairs together. I couldn't help feeling sorry for Sheila, the alleged, infamous whore who considered me her friend and was actually, I was pretty sure, about to flirt with me. She wasn't at all what I would have expected and I couldn't help but feel bad for her. She seemed to have an inner loneliness that rivaled our mutual fear of what Marie represented to us all. And yes... I liked her. 



Sera Ch. 03



Kitten

Gina and I practically fell through my apartment door at five past seven. We had a great time, but the three of us were exhausted, our recent motel stays as insufficient for my auntie's rest as they'd been for ours. Too, it may have been all the excitement added.

"Ughhh!" Gina commented as she dropped her bags and did the zombie walk to my couch.

"I know," I complained, dragging my feet behind her.

We flumped down and stared vacantly around us at the surrounding circumstances as they once again impressed themselves upon me.

"Kathleen's really something," Gina commented.

My namesake, as it turned out, had been in Montreal before and, not only knew her way around the city, but could also speak French well enough to get by when we needed it.

"I know," I agreed, "she's got this weird energy."

"Like you."

"Me?"

"Yes, it's not quite the same, but I recognize it," Gina said with a smile. "In fact, that's not the only way you two are alike."

"Oooh, you're good at this stuff. Let's have it, smutty."

"Okay, well you both have that silly little giggle, although her not as much and it sounds... different. In the same way."

"Huh?"

""Hey, that's what I get," she yawned. "And you may be Sheila's height, but you've got Kathleen's body type. Not so filled out like her, but closer to Kathleen than to Sheila."

"Okay... What else?"

"Let's see... Oh, heh, the fight. I could easily see you doing the same thing in Kathleen's situation, whatever that is. Oh, yeah."

"I do wonder what that could be." I said, vaguely pondering where Mr. Sparkles was.

"Who knows? Kathleen seems pretty serious about it, though."

"Yeah, she said it was pretty bad. And Sheila wasn't saying much to defend herself, either."

"No, like she knew she didn't have a leg to stand on."

"Anyway, I really like my Auntie Kathleen. She's cool."

"She's very different. That's another thing you two have in common."

"What?" I asked.

"Well... You know how I've said that I knew you were different... special and precious, as soon as we met on the sidewalk that day?"

"Yes."

"That's what I'm talking about. It's in the way you are. You're a very unique individual and Kathleen shares that quality, just in a different way."

"O-kay..."

"In fact..."

"Yes?"

"All of your family is like that, and all of them in a different way."

I thought of my cousin and how he excited me, how he made miffy react when I shook his hand and the impressions the rest of my estranged family had on me, including Sheila.

"Okay, I know what you mean. Like how everyone looked at Sheila when she showed up."

"Yes, that undeniable... thing that demanded reaction. I'm still awed by it. I mean, that's quite the gene pool you've got there."

"She's quite something."

"Are you going to talk to her?"

" ... Yeah."

"What are you going to say?"

I thought for a moment, but could only decide, "I don't know. I'll just let things take their course, I guess. Hey, smutty?"

"Mm hmm?" she sleepily encouraged.

"Do you see any similarities between me and Sheila? Besides our faces, I mean?"

After a brief pause, she reported, "That quality you all have... Hers is the most like yours. That's all I can say without having spoken to her."

"Oh. She's prettier than I am, but we look the same."

"She's not prettier than you are."

"Yes, she is."

"Steven didn't seem to think so."

"He was looking at her."

"Like you said, we were all looking at her, but after the initial 'Sheila effect', as Dad calls it, he was mainly looking at you again. Like you were looking at him off and on."

"Gina, I'm not attracted to him. Like I said, I find him interesting."

"Apparently, he finds you pretty interesting as well."

Of course, she was spot on, wasn't she? The problem, given our home situation, was that I wasn't comfortable with telling her about mine and Steven's very mutual and very real attraction to one another. Clearly, this was one of those times when Gina's observation and people sense worked against me.

"Okay, he's cute, but it's not like I'm gonna go and date him, is it?" I asked myself as well as Gina.

"If you weren't with Dad, would you?"

(YES!)

"What kind of question is that?" I laughed. "I didn't say... Oh. I get it."

"What?"

"Your little kink."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Nooooo!" she laughed.

"You're a very smutty woman, Gina."

She only laughed harder, prompting me to laugh as well, our exhaustion fueling our horny silliness.

"You're too smart for me, slutty," she admitted when we stopped. "I know you'd never do anything, I was mostly only teasing us."

"Yeah, yeah," I grinned.

"Baby?"

"Uh huh?"

"Should I go next door for the night in respects to what they might think if... Well, we don't know them and I wouldn't want to make a bad impression if I was seen walking out of here tomorrow morn-"

She was interrupted by my hand unbuttoning her pants, then pulling the zipper down as I explained, "Well, Auntie Kathleen already saw you come in here. Does that mean she's sitting in her apartment figuring I'm over here opening your pants up right now?"

"Heh! Yeah, bu-

"Acting like a little whore and sticking my hand down your panties?" I prodded as I did just that.

"Oooooh, baby... Oo-oh!"

I can't say how, but I viewed Gina different in that place, my apartment where she was my guest. Everything was different there and it beckoned to the person I somehow knew I'd be if I ever took Auntie Ashleigh's offer and made it my home.

"Oh, yeah... you like that," I noted with a dirty grin as I rubbed around her clit, watching it register in her twitching hips and closed eyes.

I giggled softly in her ear before I pushed my hand deeper, lightly kissing her neck, flicking her earlobe with my tongue as her pelvis pushed into my hand. I slowly, lightly kissed the top of her chest, leaving a feathery trail to her chin as I rubbed and stroked her moistening lips.

Kissing her mouth just as softly, I whispered, "I'm gonna eat your pussy."

I kissed her there some more and it wasn't until I slowly withdrew my hand from her panties to pull all her clothes off that I noticed she'd stopped moving.

Looking up to see what was wrong, I was astounded to find that Gina had fallen asleep.

" ... Shit."

 

Steven

"No way!" I called from my mother's living room, holding a beer from my apartment, paused in the act of searching the satellite channels for my preferred business report.

Mum had knocked on my door just after seven and told me to join her in her apartment. Upon entry, I was again impressed with Ashleigh's style and the level of thought she'd put into our personal quarters. Again, I had to wonder at just how much her investigators had uncovered about us as I looked about me at a living space that Mum herself would have created.

A green so light that it was almost white covered the walls with rich, medium pile, medium green carpeting. Dark stained, modern wood furnishings of an almost dainty style filled the rooms, white sheers over her balcony doors and accenting the off white curtains of the large window. Paintings of eighteenth century women graced the walls to a tasteful extent and the whole place had the look and feel of modernized Victorian.

"Yes way!" she called back.

I put the remote on top of her television and entered the bathroom with a disbelieving expression over the assertion she'd made.

This facility was the same size as mine, however her deeper tub was on a wider, higher base that actually had a short set of steps of the same beige marble that covered the rest of the floor and walls. The plant life was more abundant in here than in the living room, the décor more natural and relaxing, warm with the lights lowered as they were.

She was running a bath for herself, looking at the building mass of bubbles with tired longing as she ran her hand through the water, looking up at my presence.

"You're just saying that," I accused, "Teasing me again."

"Not this time. Does it disappoint you?"

"No, I- Mu-um!

"Heh. Don't worry. Gina may be a lesbian, but kitten swings both ways."

"But, how do you know?"

"Hon, I'd think you'd give me some credit at this point. It's in the way they look at each other. I imagine kitten's over there with her hands down Gina's panties as we speak."

" ... We're all perverted and sex crazed. That's what Ashleigh meant about the 'Burchell drive'."

"Seems that way."

"Great," I mused.

"We've enjoyed it."

"Yeah, but now there's five Burchells together in the same house. That could be a recipe for the kind of thing we're trying to avoid," I said as I walked closer.

"How do you mean?" she asked as I climbed the short steps and sat with her.

"Mum... Come on, you know the way we are and... stuff."

"So?"

"So, things could get out of hand. These are the only people who would ever accept us for what we really are because it's also what they really are. We don't want to screw that up, and we need to keep our minds on business, anyway. We shouldn't get distracted by... you know."

She smiled, watching her hand run through the water as she seemed to mull this over. I reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse as she looked up at me, still smiling to reply.

"You're right in everything you say, but there's the other possibility that Ashleigh is on the level and there's nothing wrong here, other than her being a control freak and a bitch. Regardless, kitten is a very... exciting little thing and neither of us knows how this whole situation could pan out."

"So, what are you saying?" I asked, reaching inside her unbuttoned blouse to grab her tits, gently squeezing and appreciating them in their shiny, deep wine coloured bra.

"Mmmm. I'm saying that you should keep an open mind. What we talked about back at the funeral home and the motel was based on different plans. See, there's this little town I know of in northern- way northern –Saskatchewan, the proverbial ass end of nowhere. The place has no name that I'm aware of and you won't find it on any maps, or knowledge of it in any pig's head. You get what I'm saying?"

"I think so."

"It's not the only place like that in the country, believe me. It's the kind of place where people who are wanted by the law go, people who want to live off the grid for whatever reason... That's where we were headed until we got these invitations, but the thing of it is that Ashleigh is now willingly providing us with a possibly safe, hidden harbour without the obvious sacrifices we'd have to make if we winter up north."

"Okay," I thoughtfully expressed as she straightened, allowing me to pull her blouse out of her skirt so I could get the last button. "So, how does this relate to kitten?"

"I'm just saying that we may be here until spring. Kitten says she'll be here for two weeks, but who knows how long she'll stay at this early stage, and who's to say what'll happen?" she asked as I pushed her blouse over her shoulders, removing the sleeves from her forearms. "I'm not saying that we don't keep our mind on business, I'm not saying we can trust Ashleigh, and I'm not saying we're going to have sex with kitten, I'm just saying that in a house full of Burchells... Well, look at us. You said it yourself, didn't you?"

"Go with the flow, Mum?" I asked, reaching around her to unclasp her bra, kissing her lips while I was there.

She didn't answer right away because she seemed to prefer kissing me back just then. The tension in her bra relaxed after I managed its clasp and I felt the cups drop slightly under the weight of her breasts. We were making out by the time the shoulder straps rested at her elbows.

A minute later, "Mmmmm. (sigh) Sweetie pie... This is a fluid situation. Keep being who you are, that's your strength and one of the things I value in you, but... There's something to be said for going with the flow sometimes."

I'd tossed her bra to the floor as she turned the water off, the bubbles now almost overflowing the tub. I'd been getting pretty hard up to this point, but watching her work the water jets completely topless, finished me off. I vaguely wondered if it was those ever erected, big nipples.

"I mean, say we're still here a month from now, kitten too?" she proposed. "What if she wanted to fuck you? Would you turn her down?"

"Mum, she's not gonna want to fuck me," I lied. "I'm her cousin, I'd think that would make a difference to her."

"Would it make a difference with you?" Mum asked as she leaned in closer, the tub now forcibly pumping water through its jets at high pressure.

I paused before I answered, watching her unfasten the front of my pants as I leaned back for her a little, again lying, "Yes, it would."

"It wouldn't in the end," she said, spreading my pants open and reaching inside my boxers. "She's no whore, but still a lot like Sheila in some ways."

She removed my fully erected staff and I gasped as she slowly stroked it with a lustful smile.

"Oh-h fuck, Mum."

"She'd play with you for a little while," she speculated, her eyes never leaving her handiwork between my legs, "until she decided to get serious. Then it wouldn't matter if she were your sister."

As though to emphasize this point, she leaned down and licked the precum from the head of my cock, came back up and giggled.

"Mum, you little slut, I grinned, hoping I'd shut the conversation down. "Here, let me get your skirt."

"I need to get fucked, sweetie pie," she breathed, now going for my shirt as I reached around for the zipper at the back of her skirt. "Mummy needs it really bad."

"Consider yourself as good as fucked, Mummy," I told her as she came to her knees to pull my T-shirt over my head, me to lower the zipper and watch her seductively wiggle her hips out of her gray skirt as I pulled down on it.

"'as good as'?"

"You'll know when I'm done with you."

"(Giggle)"

Her wide garter belt matched her black stockings, accentuating her lovely hips and supporting the black straps running down inside her pink, high cut panties.

"This is rare," I remarked with a grin as I began helping her to remove my jeans, boxers along with them.

"What?" she distractedly asked while she worked.

"Your panties don't match your bra."

"Surprise," she chuckled in a low tone.

"I love your surprises, much to my detriment."

She laughed in the same low tone as we shed my jeans, boxers and sox in one untidy bundle for me to kick to the floor. We both beheld one another with barely contained want as I stepped into her tub, loving the heat and bubbles as she watched. Once in, I reached out, wrapped my arms around her and carefully dragged her in while she squealed playfully in my embrace.

"Ohhhhh, god this is sooo nice!" she groaned.

"I know, I could get spoiled to this."

"Mmmm, but I know you won't," she said, backing me to one of the molded seats and climbing into my lap with her thighs spread over mine, big, beautiful tits almost in my face. "Now, kiss your horny mummy."

What began as a passionate kiss turned into a raw make out session, each of us all over the other in a mutual need that we were only too willing to satisfy. She ground herself across my hard prick as I mauled her tits, then kissed her neck while she held the back of my head, moaning as she found a wanton rhythm with her pelvis.

My mouth made love to her incredible nipples one by one while she held me even closer, rubbing my back and grinding even harder until she began to almost beg.

"Ohh, baby, fuck meee?"

I lifted her from my lap, needing no further invitation, and helped her up to the seat on her knees. Mum leaned over the wide edge of the tub on her forearms, looking back, and I loved her expression as much as I loved seeing her ass in the bubbles. Taking them by the waistband, I slowly pulled the back of her panties down until the entire garment was absorbed by the soapy cloud and wasted no time in giving her my cock.

"Ohhhh, yes!?" she called as my head found its way inside her.

I pushed slowly, allowing her to enjoy it as one of her hands found its way between her legs to play her clit.

"Oh, yes! Ohh, yes! Oh, fuck me! Fu-uhh! Ohhh!"

I was soon inside of her, my eyes shut against the exquisite pleasure of being there, enjoying a nice, easy wiggle-round before I started slowly pumping her.

"Ye-es!? Oh, ye-ess!? Fuck me-ee!?"

I worked myself up to a medium grind, a pace and raunchy style I knew she found satisfying and I swear I got even harder when I suddenly remembered Mum's comment about kitten's hand down Gina's panties. I groaned along with her, running my hands up her ass cheeks, up her back and shoulders to the sound of her broken wails.

I fucked her harder, satisfying myself with this beauty, my other mother, who seemed to have no real sexual limitations whatsoever.

She came with short, desperate cries that made it sound as though she didn't want the violently jerking orgasm that made her cry. I kept pounding her until I grunted each time I shot a heavy blast of seed straight into her pussy.

I kept fucking her, that sort of cool down period after orgasm and before copulation actually ends, both of us breathing hard as I moved her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck.

A few minutes later, in each other's arms with only our heads above the bubbles, she whispered, "Never lose you."

I whispered in reply, "Never let you go."

 

Kitten

I passed out on the bed, squirming in sexual misery with my thighs tightly closed on my hand as it squeezed miffy without bringing orgasm. When I woke up an hour later, my horny was worse, disallowing further sleep, so I got up.

Gina was still laid out on the couch the way I'd put her, the blanket I'd found in the linen closet still tucked and secure.

Lips compressed in irritation, I tried not to think that I'd bored her to sleep as I walked down the corridor outside my apartment. She was pretty tired and... and nothing. It didn't mean anything. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, but it was nothing.

I was still wearing my old jeans, but now only my black tank top, ponytail gone since my nap to allow my stupid, mousy, boring hair to flow over my shoulders as I headed wherever my snakeskin ball-breakers led me.

After a short while, I found myself looking down on the first floor foyer, subtly grinding my inner thighs and marveling at how close the huge chandelier was just below me. I'd never seen anything remotely like this on the DIY Channel and I was making a note of getting pictures for Daddy when her unmistakable voice spoke from behind.

"Well, hello."

I turned and watched the tall, somewhat intimidating brunette approach the railing to stand beside me.

Looking up as I had to, I smiled and greeted, "Hi, Auntie Ashleigh."

"Just Ashleigh's fine, sweetie pie," she almost lovingly assured.

The idea of calling her by her first name just didn't fit somehow and I didn't reply right away. I was about to when she beat me to the punch.

"Or 'Auntie', if you prefer."

"Okay," I smiled, this seeming more appropriate to me.

"I was wondering where everyone was, she mentioned, looking down at the first floor like I'd been.

My eyes seemed to want to stray to that full bra beneath her gauzy top and I had to force them away, back to the chandelier, admiring her for her nerve as I answered, "We went out for a while. I think Auntie Kathleen's sleeping."

"Where's Gina?"

"Sleeping. She was pretty tired."

"What about you?"

"Can't sleep," I answered, remembering again how I didn't put Gina to sleep.

"Well, I know your mother's sleeping and I suppose Steven is."

"She's not my mother."

"Oh... I understand, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Auntie. You didn't mean anything by it."




Sera Ch. 03



"Why don't we go to the library? I'll have Delores bring some wine and we'll have a nice chat, you and I, until you're ready for bed."

" ... Okay."

Soon after, she looked at me with a smile from the other end of the short, black leather couch we sat on as I enjoyed the yummy shortbread wafers Delores had brought with the wine.

"So, you prefer white?" she asked.

"Wine?"

"Yes."

"Um, well it's more what I know. I've had red wine a couple times, but it was yucky."

"Some are better than others. It's an aging process, you know."

"Uh huh. There's this little outfit in a strip mall back home that brews wine for people. Someone Mummy knows had some done up and they gave her a bottle."

"And you didn't like it," my aunt assumed, her sparkly blue eyes on me.

"No."

"Perhaps if it'd been older?"

"Maybe. Who can say?"

"Precisely, until one tries it, maybe twenty-one years later."

She was getting at something. I held my reply and looked at her openly and she soon clarified.

"I don't mean to intrude, but... Like wine, age sometimes improves a person. I hope you'll give Sheila a chance to prove her flavour and not judge her based on her past, younger days."

" ... I know what you mean, but... It's not like she and I are ever going to be close."

"She never did anything to you."

"Yes, she did. She abandoned me and Daddy. She cleaned him out, took off on us and broke his heart after ruining as many lives as she could stuff her pussy with."

"Well, this is what I say about how people change. A lot of us have done things in our youth that we're not proud of, myself included and, one day, you may very well find yourself in a position to look back and say the same."

"I did want to talk to her."

"That's good. That's a good start. She'd like to talk to you as well."

"Really?"

"Of course. She's hoping you'll give her a chance."

"She is?" I asked doubtfully. "At what?"

"A dialogue," Ashleigh shrugged, "maybe some kind of explanation, for what it's worth. It's not much, considering you also want a dialogue with her. Is it?"

"No."

"Good. You know, she's really a very nice person."

"I've heard she could be when she wanted to."

"No, she's naturally personable."

"I've heard about that part, too," I remarked with a raised brow. "'Party-girl Sheila'."

"Okay, we'll drop it. I only wanted to know you'd be fair, is all."

After a proper pause, she asked, "Is it bad?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"There's a reason the staff are accommodating, sweetie pie."

" ... A- Oh!" I tried, flushing red with embarrassment.

"It's alright, I'm the same way. So is Sheila, Kathleen and Steven. "Like I said in here earlier, it's the 'Burchell drive'."

"Uhh... really? I mean, I knew Sheila was horny, but..."

"Oh, yes. Again, consider my staff."

"I couldn't... do that."

"No?"

I shook my head and said, "I have someone. Back home."

"Ah, of course, she nodded with an understanding smile, adding, "I was going to suggest you summon Lamarr. He has a nice big cock and all kinds of staying power."

"(Giggle!) Auntie!"

"What?" she challenged with a smile.

"(Giggle!)"

"You do like cock, don't you?"

"Yeah," I grinned, squirming in my seat a little so miffy could put in her two cents worth.

"You're adorable."

"You're beautiful."

"Thank you. Did you like your kitten?"

"Yes! Oh, thank you, Auntie, he's so cute!"

"I'm glad you like him. He's your kitty for when you're here."

"So, I can really come here whenever I like?"

"Kitten, no matter where you are in the world, if you call me and tell me you need to come home, I'll come get you myself, if need be."

"Whoa. You're not kidding, either. Are you, Auntie?"

"No, sweetie pie, and I'm not pressuring, either. However, I did say that each of us in this house is at a point in our lives where decisions should be made and, while you may think that doesn't apply to you, I beg you to think again. I'm hoping you stay long enough to see this for yourself and understand the choices you have before you go back to your father's house."

"Well, we're staying for two weeks, but... You know..."

"You can't see leaving your life behind. I do know. However... (siiiggh) Kitten, I'm going to tell you something, alright?"

"Okay," I allowed, looking into her sparkly eyes again as miffy itched for attention.

"This family that you're a part of has a long history that is somewhat unique."

"You kinda mentioned that to us a couple of times earlier," I noted.

"Yes, I did. Unfortunately, you probably also remember the things I said to Gina. Perhaps she shared our conversation with you."

I nodded.

"To be blunt... Gina is not directly involved with certain things pertaining to the history of this family. What you choose to tell her, of course, is up to you, but you must understand that while you mightn't have a problem letting her sit in on some family discussions, others may."

"I understand, Auntie. It wouldn't be fair."

"Right. I'm glad you understand and I hope Gina does."

"She said she did."

"Good. I like her, you know. You chose a good friend there, but know that another reason she has to be left out at times is so that you yourself can choose what and how much to tell her according to what you're comfortable with."

"I understand, Auntie, and I appreciate it too, but... what kind of things about our family would I not want to tell Gina about?"

"Let me put it to you this way, sweetie pie: In your father's house, are there not certain family secrets that everybody understands as such?"

If she only knew.

"Yes."

"And nobody would speak of these things to outsiders, not even to good friends, correct?"

"Yes."

"It's no different with this side of your family. Certain questions you may or may not have had about yourself will be answered and that's yours and our personal business."

"Okay, I understand, Auntie."

"You're a good girl, kitten."

"Thank you," I smiled.

"So, how bad is it?"

"Auntie..." I almost giggled, flushing again.

"Don't be embarrassed. Like I said, it's one of those family things we were talking about just now."

"It's just..."

"Scale of one to ten," she prodded with an understanding smile.

"(Giggle)" I answered.

"Uh huh," she said. "And masturbating doesn't make it go away, hardly even makes it better. Hmm?"

"Yeah. I- I got all worked up."

"Did you not bring a toy?"

"No. I don't like those, anyway."

"Ah, a traditional girl, huh?"

"(Giggle) yeah," I agreed as I slowly rubbed the top of my thighs with my hands.

"It's okay if you need to touch yourself," she offered in a soft voice with a warm, reassuring smile while her eyes sparkled lovingly at me.

"Uh... but I couldn't... Really?"

Having just met her that day and wanting to make a good impression, I was quite naturally unsure of doing that in front of her, as unsure as I was excited about the prospect.

"It's really okay," she assured with a smile as she moved closer. "A lot of things are okay for you here."

A firm, yet soft hand on the inside of my knee pulled my thighs apart and I only sat there, looking at her in a daze while she looked back with a loving smile. Her hand casually moved between my legs and covered my crotch, making me flinch a little, a little more when she squeezed.

"Oo-ooh... Auntie..." I gasped softly.

I couldn't believe it was happening, couldn't believe I was allowing it, even spreading my other leg and arching my back as she moved in and kissed me so passionately on the lips.

"I've loved you for so long, sweetie pie," she whispered like the lightest breeze to my ear.

"Oh, god- ohhh, god..." I moaned, looking down between my legs to watch her hand work miffy so well through my jeans.

After that, she continued kissing my face and neck all over, the lightest kisses that told of how sincere her words were, my dark and loving aunt who'd been watching from the shadows for years.

She'd dragged the front of my tank top down quite a ways and was kissing my cleavage, seductively tickling with her hot, wet tongue when I came. My broken wails were free to fill the room as the hand that wasn't over-joying miffy reached around my back and held me so comfortingly firm.

After I finally stopped flopping and jerking in her embrace, I realized my eyes were shut. I opened them and the most beautiful sight I could have wanted greeted me, that of my aunt Ashleigh's smiling, caring face as she regarded me with love and pride.

"Ohh, Auntie," I managed in a small, awestruck voice.

"Better now, sweetie pie?"

"Oh, yes. Yesss," I assured her as I squirmed in her embrace and the afterglow of a really great orgasm. "Thank you!"

"My pleasure. Anytime you're in need, you can always come and see me. Auntie understands you."

"Okay," I sighed with a big, stupid smile as I wallowed in her pretty eyes.

We stayed like that for quite a while, both of us making non sexual love as she played with my hair, stroked my arm and talked of little nothings. I don't remember closing my eyes or going to sleep and it seems that at one moment I was there in the cozy little nest of my auntie's arms, the next I was waking up fully clothed in my bed.

 

Steven

"Well, now we know who was mucking around in your grandmother's head, don't we?" Mum asked.

I'd returned to my own room the evening before in order to keep up appearances, but she now stood at the foot of my bed in a long white bathrobe, waking me up with her revelation. Her brow was raised in the manner that seemed some sort of trademark expression in our fucked up family.

"What I don't get," she continued, "is how I didn't think of Ashleigh before. Furthermore, why didn't Mum? She was the only logical answer besides Sheila, but both Mum and I never even thought."

"(Yawn) Umm... Yeah, well she said that somebody was messing around 'in our heads'. If it was Ashleigh, chances are she disallowed the idea from our minds that it could be," I said, thinking of how what Mum had done to me back at the funeral home did much the same thing.

"But she left no trace of herself. That can be done when just holding someone, but to make suggestions and such... That's why Mum only held you, she knew I'd catch her if she tried anything else with you. Furthermore, when would she have had the chance?"

"So... Ashleigh's good," I surmised.

"I could have told you that anyway," Mum admitted. "I couldn't touch her in the library yesterday, but can she actually nudge someone from a distance?"

"No offense, but I'd have thought you'd have had us out of here last night for that reason alone."

Mum put a thoughtful expression on her face as she came around the bed to sit on the edge. She ran her fingers up and down my arm and seemed to concentrate on this before speaking.

"No offense taken. There may come a time when it's wise to do that and I've had to learn the hard way one too many times not to let my ego get the better of me. Still, this is Ashleigh. As my sister, I do tend to want to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I have some questions I'd like answered and, if she does turn out to be unfriendly, now is the time to find out what we'll be dealing with."

"Ever think we're a bit paranoid?"

This seemed to hit her out of the blue, but a moment later we were both chuckling.

"Hon, that's why I give Ashleigh the benefit of the doubt. In case that's all it is, but normally-"

We were interrupted by a knock at the door, my mother looking towards the living room, then getting off the bed and advising over her shoulder, "Right back."

There was a short, muted conversation at the door, during which time I stretched, listening to the desperate clawing of what must have been the kitten making its way up the covers to the top of the bed. It was. It looked at me like I'd never appreciate the feat it had just accomplished simply to be there, laying down and closing its eyes afterward.

"It was for me," Mum said, walking back into the room. "Mistress Ashleigh of Montreal has requested my presence for her- oooh! Oooh, lookit the little boo-boo!"

She was talking about the cat, reaching out and grabbing it, cooing like it was a baby. A moment later, she held up the tail, proclaiming, "Male. What'd you name him?"

"I didn't."

"You have to name him, hon."

"I figured it'd be best to not get attached."

"Well, he still needs a name!"

"Fine," I sighed, thinking for a second. "Stanley."

"Oh, no."

"Stanley."

"You can't name him Stanley!"

"I don't see why not. What were you saying before you saw Stanley?"

She gave me a funny look then, a very brief one of seeming incomprehension before she smiled and replied.

"You're a brat. As I was saying, Ashleigh wants to speak to me in her den a bit later."

"Her den?"

"That's what Lynette said. Hey, have you seen the staff list by the phone yet?" she asked with a sudden leer.

"No, but what do you think she wants to see you about?"

"Who knows? I'd think she'll want the inside story on how it was that our father came to... you know. But, who knows? I've learned not to have specific expectations in situations like this, it only surprises me all the more when it's something I never would have expected while planning for something else."

"You'll tell her what happened? With he and Sheila and all?"

"Sure."

"How do you think she'll react?"

"I don't know. I imagine her self-professed good will is going to be strained where Sheila's concerned, but I don't know her, so..."

"Mum... maybe you should try being a bit more, um... toned down than you were yesterday?"

"I promise I won't try to choke anyone to death," she joked with a somber expression while she petted the purring Stanley.

The thing was, when my other mother said something like that, it really wasn't a joke. I only laughed with her because it was the correct response as I once again vaguely wondered at her method of offing my father and his lover, Phyllis.

"But seriously," she said, looking at me with something of the same incomprehension she had earlier, "I'm sorry about yesterday. It was just... seeing her again after all these years. It sort of brought it all back."

"It's okay. I think everybody in the room was pretty freaked out."

"I know. Poor kitten didn't know what to think."

"Yeah, I'd say she's in the dark about our little family secret, huh?"

"Oh, yes. I'm actually concerned for her. No way would Ashleigh invite her here with the rest of us unless she intended to tell her."

Remembering Sheila's admission of the fear she'd felt since she saw Marie that day, I wondered what it would have been like for her, roaming around alone in the world with her parasite, damned few answers and her mother's fate to possibly look forward to.

"Maybe it's for the best," I said, throwing back the covers and moving to the edge of the bed, rubbing my face. "She might know stuff that'll answer some of our questions if she's bold enough to invite kitten here to clue her in."

"I was wondering what all she knows, too... And you could very well be right about that. She's very... capable."

"That doesn't mean she knows much more than we do, if any more at all, but I think we'll find out soon enough," I said as I stood, moving for the door in the nude. "If she's as open handed as she lets on, she'll be up front with what she knows, especially if she's wondering what we could share with her."

With Stanley hugged safely and securely against her chest, she followed me out to the kitchenette, speaking as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"That's true. In fact, we're the only two Burchells who've experienced this with one another. Ashleigh and Sheila wouldn't have had anybody with whom to compare notes."

"Right," I said. "It'd be only natural for her to want us all together for that alone."

"Yup."

" ... What if she is on the up and up? How will you...?"

"How will we get along? Sweetie pie, I bow to nobody, and I'd sooner be the queen of a tent than second banana to Ashleigh in her castle. Does that answer your question?"

"Yup," I said, taking a large mouthful of beer afterwards.

Mum had left to get ready for her appointment with Ashleigh when I got into the shower. Getting out again, I opened a fresh beer and got some clothes from the dresser Delores had packed from my bags.

Remembering how distracted and upset I was when I packed for this trip, I wasn't surprised that I hadn't noticed the clothes Mum got for me while I did. I couldn't help smiling.

A half hour later, I was looking pretty spiffy in a pair of dark gray casual dress pants and a white button up shirt, eating a breakfast of fried eggs, toast and bacon at the same island I'd shared with Sheila the night before. Jeffries, the day chef, prepared it for me and we watched the news on a small television at the end of the counter, me eating, he working.

I wondered where I should go afterwards. I toyed with the idea of visiting the library to see what kind of books Ashleigh had been collecting over the years, but decided that was premature. Ashleigh had already spoken to Sheila and would soon be speaking to Mum. I had no idea if she'd spoken to kitten or not, but it was reasonable to assume that whatever I didn't learn from Mum, perhaps even Sheila, I'd find out from Ashleigh herself if she was willing to tell. Besides, her real book collection would be in this den of hers. Wouldn't it?

I decided to check out the basement.

Somehow expecting to see a scene straight out of Silent Hill, I was mildly surprised and somewhat relieved to find an open stairwell towards the back of the building that led down a level to a brightly lit hallway. On one side was a glass wall separating the corridor from a fully equipped gym, the other featuring unmarked doors down its length.

I wasn't the only one exploring, either. At the end of the hall was a door that was a bit heavier than the rest. Behind it was an indoor pool with a bar. The pool itself was irregularly shaped with supporting posts and walls at intermittent intervals, hiding parts of the pool around corners and pillars, but leaving the view from the bar area clear. Plants were everywhere and the dark earth tones along with the proper lighting here and there made the place feel like a luxury cave with deck loungers. There was a bartender as well, but she was occupied.

Sheila, her back to me and wearing a short, yellow summer dress, had the young woman with the deep red hair pressed against the end of the bar, her skirt pulled up to her waist to allow Sheila's hand down her panties.

"Mmm! Ohh, Ms. Burchell!"

"Ya like that, huh?" Sheila breathed as she pulled the younger woman's white blouse open.

"Yes, uhh, yes!"

"You gonna cum like a bad girl?"

"Yuuhh!"

"You gonna show me what a little fuckin' whore you are, babycakes?"

The pale redhead only cried out as Sheila appeared to fingerfuck her. I had to force myself to back out of there when Sheila roughly spilled the pale beauty's tits from her black bra and the only thing that distracted me from my raging hardon once outside the door was my humour over the scene.

"Heh! Right on, Sheila. You go, girl."

Somehow, I just couldn't help but like her.

 

Kitten

"You haven't dressed like that for a while," Gina commented.

I stood in front of her with a grin, wearing a pair of soft, stretchy black shorts that were really short, especially in back. A light blue tube top finished my outfit and I was quite pleased with how I looked and felt, especially after the way Auntie Ashleigh took care of me the night before. In fact, because of that, I wasn't even upset about Gina having fallen asleep on me.

She remembered and apologized for what had happened, telling me that she was exhausted from the trip and all the excitement, plus going out with Auntie Kathleen and everything. I accepted her apology gracefully, telling myself that had nothing to do with meeting up with my alluring Auntie the night before.




Sera Ch. 03



"I got the shorts last night when we were out," I explained.

"Aren't you going to wear a bra?" she asked with a smile.

"Nah. What are you wearing?" I asked, looking at her boring choice of casual dress.

Mind you, she looked good. Those black dress pants and the green, short sleeved blouse made her look like a million bucks, but it was her real estate wear.

"You're looking at it."

"You used to dress for effect," I reminded with a grin.

"I can still dress for effect, I'm just not sure it's appropriate."

"Smutty, we can have sex with the staff if we want. Go get changed."

"But I don't have anything like what you're wearing with me and it's not as if we're really going to have sex with the staff, so-"

"This sounds like a job for... Sup-perkitten!"

"Oh boy."

In the end, she was compliant and actually flushed as we finally exited my apartment together. She wore a pair of my old, faded denim cutoffs, the loose fit on her slimmer hips adding to their 'sexy' as did her bright yellow camisole. Both of us wore sneakers and ankle sox, me fairly bouncing down the corridor and feeling lighter and better with every step.

And no, I didn't feel bad about what I'd done with my auntie the night before. The fact that I didn't tell Gina about it, that she didn't even know I'd left the apartment, didn't mean I had anything to be ashamed of, rather that I preferred to keep that encounter with my sensational Auntie Ashleigh between she and I.

A pretty blonde woman about the same age as Gina approached us wearing a smart, gray business suit, smiling and introducing herself as Lynette, the Day Attendant. She knew our names already and asked us if we'd had breakfast.

"We were just going to search out the kitchen," I told her while Gina still looked a bit too uncomfortable in her 'Superkitten approved' outfit to offer any reply.

"If you'd like, Ma'am, you could have breakfast on the rear patio. The sun is out there this time of morning and I can bring anything you'd like."

"That sounds pretty good," I said, glancing at Gina with a smile.

"What would you like, Ma'am?"

I hesitated, suddenly wondering about the size of her boobies while trying to put words to images of pancakes and glasses of milk floating around my brain.

"(Giggle) Um, can we have pancakes?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

"Gina, pancakes?" I asked.

"Sure," she agreed, forcing a smile.

"To drink?" inquired Lynette further.

"Milk, please."

"Would you like me to show you to the patio?"

"Yes please, thank you," I replied.

We followed her there and, on the way, I took my eyes from the attractive woman's professional wiggle to check out Gina while she noted the same thing about our business skirted Day attendant.

The tiled patio was great. There were a few tables in the sun with more of Auntie Ashleigh's inevitable plant life abound, making me wonder at the size of her grounds keeping staff. Once we were seated and Lynette had gone, Gina fixed me with a suspicious smile.

"Okay, what was that giggle all about?"

"When?"

"When she asked us what we wanted for breakfast."

"Oh. I was wondering about her boobies."

"Slutty girl."

"You were checking out her bum. I saw you."

"It's a nice bum," she shrugged with a justified grin.

She relaxed somewhat from there on, the both of us speaking of home and what Daddy and Mummy would think of all this. We could still only shake our heads in disbelief at what we'd found on the other end of that teal coloured invitation the funny little man gave me in the supermarket that day.

The pancakes were terrific and we thanked Lynette, asking her to pass our thanks along to the chef before we decided to check out Auntie Ashleigh's backyard.

"Okay," Gina said a little while later, "you've had that silly perma-smile on your face all morning, what's up?"

We were emerging from one of many shaded tunnels through the trees in the naturalized parkland of the estate. Her question came just as I spotted two women, sculpted in life size out of white stone in a small grassy alcove at the edge of the cobblestoned path. They were embracing in more than a friendly manner and I only grinned wider as the artwork brought imaginings of Auntie Ashleigh and I to some abstract life.

"I'm just in a good mood."

"Usually, I only see you in this kind of a good mood after some really kinky sex."

"Or when I'm horny."

"You're always horny."

"(Giggle) ... Actually, I've been thinking about Lynette. I was daring myself to ask her to remove her jacket and blouse when she served us and I'm still a bit excited about how close I actually came."

Well, it was true, it just wasn't what I was thinking about right then.

"Look, I hope you're not going to... you know."

"What?"

"Well, go nuts with this staff thing. I mean, it counts with them, too."

"I know. It's just... exciting. To know we could, and maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Well, maybe we could do some stuff. Little stuff that maybe doesn't count. Just for fun."

"See, but little stuff always leads to the big stuff with you."

My smile slipped at this. It pissed me off, this implication that I couldn't make my own decisions, but I didn't let on, only remained silent while she lectured with a well meaning expression.

"I know it's hard, but you should try to keep your mind off your horny, because you don't want to get carried away and do something you'll regret here, right? I mean, all this is so overwhelming and I can only imagine how it would seem to you, but this isn't our reality. Our reality is back in Langley and we're just visiting. Right?"

"Right."

A forced, but passable smile pointed at the ground masked how she'd brought me down as I harshly reminded myself that she was right. Nevertheless, it was quickly becoming an awkward situation for me that was handily rectified as we rounded a corner and came across one of the grounds keepers.

He was a bit short, stocky with sandy brown hair and light brown eyes, turning to see who was approaching on the cobblestones. He was cute, in his mid twenties and was working on one of those old fashioned, red water pumps that was previously mounted to a stone and concrete base.

"Hi, Ladies," he greeted with a sunny smile.

"Hi," Gina politely returned.

"Hi," I chimed in."

"Ms. Burchell and Ms. Green, right?"

We confirmed this and he introduced himself as Bradley.

"Whatcha doin', Bradley?" I asked, stepping closer to see.

"Changing the mounting gasket."

" ... This one?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Hope you brought some kind of sealant. See those rust pits?"

"Yeah, I had to scrape the old gasket off with a screwdriver, but I was going to wire brush those pits, fill em with JB Weld and then sand it smooth."

"Good idea."

"It's not the first time I've run into this," he explained.

I watched him work for a few moments as Gina began to get bored. Then, strictly on impulse and probably because I resented Gina's well meaning control, I reached over and pulled the zipper of Bradley's shorts, popping the button afterwards and allowing the loose fitting garment to fall to his ankles.

"Slutty!"

"(Giggle)"

All Bradley did was smile at me and step out of his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear and I watched his average sized cock slowly get hard as he continued working. We watched it rise up to full length in front of his hanging T-shirt as I got even hornier, wondering why I did these things to myself.

Gina was shaking her head a bit, but smiling and watching his manhood bob around with his movements like I was.

"See, Gina? Some stuff is okay, right?"

"Oh my god, you're bad."

"I'm good with bad," I grinned, forcing myself not to take that nice meat in my hand and pump it until he came all over his shirt.

"He's got a nice bum, doesn't he?"

"Yes, he does," she agreed.

Because I could, because this was the Burchell home, my home apart from her and our family in British Columbia, I slowly pulled my own shorts down just past my bum as Gina gasped.

"Slutty... what are you doing?"

Two of my fingers answered by dipping down inside the front of my skimpy, light blue, see through panties to softly caress my wet, swollen clitoris.

"Uhh. Mmm, take your shorts off, Gina. En- (sigh) -enjoy this with me."

She didn't answer and I just kept watching Bradley, he glancing at me with a horny smile every so often as I got off on this little scene, suddenly wishing I had someone who could trail me with a camcorder or-

"Kat, let's go," Gina suggested with uncertainty.

"(Gasp!) Uh- not now..."

"Well... I'm going."

"No, ju- uhh-h –Gina, w- wait."

"No, I'm going. Come on, we'll go back to your apartment, okay?"

I was about to put her off when she tugged my shorts back up from behind with a bit of a jerk.

"Hey!"

"Come on, kat. Please?"

We walked almost all the way back to the house before the icy silence between us was finally broken.

"Kat... do you remember what we were just talking about? Where home is and what this place is? How little stuff turns to big-?"

"Yes, Gina, I know, but I wasn't doing anything wrong," I flatly protested.

"You pulled his shorts down and stood there masturbating while you stared at him."

"It's not like I was doing anything with him!"

"That's not the point and you know it."

She was right and a part of me knew that but, at the time, I was so horny it didn't matter. It was easily rationalized by the fact I wasn't actually messing with his body.

"Okay, fine, I may have gone a little far when I started playing with miffy like that, but I honestly didn't see the harm."

"It's not who you are, baby."

I thought about that as we walked, actually wondering who I was. Well, it seemed that I was my father's daughter. His little wifey that literally kept things together between two buildings with a tool belt. When asked what I did for a living, I told people that I was a superintendant, at first with pride until I saw their disbelieving expressions.

But, there was a brief time when I was a very good exotic dancer. Anybody'd believe that and it was a path that I'd chosen before it was blocked because of who my family back home thought I was.

Just before we entered the house, she stopped and put her hand on my shoulder, bringing me to a gentle halt with an apologetic smile, saying, "Look, I know how you love Dad and Mum, and I just don't want to see you get caught up here and do something you'll regret once we're back home. I don't mean to come off like a killjoy, but I came here as your friend, so you'd have support and I just..."

"I know, it's okay," I assured her.

The thing of it was that I could understand her point of view. We smiled at each other then, the kind we give each other just before we kiss when we're in private.

"Love you, slutty."

"Love you too, smutty."

"Let's get miffy upstairs," she naughtily suggested.

We'd no more than entered the house when we were surprised to find ourselves face to face with the infamous Sheila. She seemed as surprised as we were and we both fell to staring at the other's face as though we were looking into a living mirror.

She was wearing a short, yellow summer dress that looked fantastic on her and I was once again dismayed that she was so much prettier than I was, even though our faces were identical.

"Hello, Kathleen," she managed with a slight, careful smile.

"Hello," I returned.

" ... Uhh..." she uncomfortably tried, her eyes looking down at the floor when this attempt was finished.

"Kat, would you like to catch up later?" Gina uncertainly offered.

Sheila looked briefly at her, then at me as they both waited for my answer.

"Okay. I'll be up in a little while."

Now we were searching each other's face again as though we'd find answers to questions not yet asked. Gina nodded and walked around the stunning blonde, giving her a curious expression and taking one last glance at me before leaving us to one another and the conversation I'd imagined a bazillion times.



Sera Ch. 04



Steven

The enticing Lynette, having delivered the drink I requested, wiggled her ass away as I watched, distracting me from the large, ornately framed, square paintings I'd found hanging in the front hall beyond the staircase. After she disappeared around the corner, I sighed and returned my attention to the dark curiosities.

All four of the paintings, two on each side of the hall, were done in the same grayish, crude seeming, impressionist style and depicted the same scene in four different seasons. A crop, or a field of tall grass was the focal point, and the living face at the edge of the grass made it clear that the field possessed its own awareness. In the foreground with it was a tree with some rudimentary looking structures in the background, clouds in the sky and hills in the distance.

In the winter representation, the face appeared to sleep, its eyes closed and at a dark peace. During spring and autumn, the field seemed to sneer a bit, like it knew things as it watched people toiling about nearby. In summer, a long, grassy tongue reached from its overjoyed mouth, a struggling, hapless, female victim caught up by it. Although each seasonal image was subtly disturbing in its own unique, dark way, summer had an especially chilling quality.

Still, I looked from one to another, standing in the middle of the hall with a drink in one hand, the other resting casually in the hip pocket of my dress pants. The distorted scenes took on a nightmarish quality the longer I looked at them but, beyond that, they spoke to me. They held my attention as points of interest, something like the third place winner in the window of the small Saint John gallery I saw one evening, but different.

It was almost a lure, a challenging puzzle to be figured out and I was a bit startled to realize somebody else had approached. I jumped a little as I jerked my head to the right to find Gina Green standing about three feet away, also looking at the pictures, probably after wondering what I was staring at.

"Sorry," she said with a polite glance. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," I told her, looking at the summer picture with her.

After taking a good look at all of them, she offered, "Okay, these are weird."

"I've never seen anything like this," I admitted.

I noted how dressed down she was as opposed to the day before and what a sexy little thing she really was. Kitten had good taste in women, and that was for sure.

"Me neither. ... Why does it make me think Inuit?"

I looked at the artworks again and said, "Yeah, well they do sort of have that style, but the people in them aren't dressed like the Inuit."

"Plus, the landscape is wrong. Whatever. Listen, I'm sorry we were a bit slow to pitch in and help with the big kerfuffle yesterday. Me and sl- kitten were a bit stunned at the time."

"Yeah, don't worry about it. Like me and Mum were saying earlier this morning, we were all a bit stunned at the time. Sorry about Mum too, by the way."

"No prob. There's obviously some bad blood between them."

"Yeah, well my mother is sometimes a bit intense, so..."

"That's obvious too," she said with a well-meaning smile. "But, she's cool. Lots of energy."

I smiled a bit in return but, on the inside, it was one of those moments when the heavy truth of what my mother really was seemed to crush my senses anew.

"I can imagine what you're thinking of us," I said, finally turning away from the disturbing pictures to begin walking aimlessly down the wide hall.

"Why's that?" she asked, also tearing her eyes away to come up beside me.

"We're a pretty strange family," I said with a shrug. "I mean, my Aunt Ashleigh's eccentricities spell that out well enough. Then, you got the infamous and widely hated Sheila along with Mum who'd like nothing more than to kill her."

"And you?"

I took a sip as we started up the grand staircase and smiled wider, allowing a short pause to go by before I said, "I'd rather let my dysfunctions speak for themselves."

She seemed to appreciate that as she smiled wider and nodded, but asked, "And kitten?"

I allowed another pause and answered, "Aside from the fact she's the spitting image of her mother?"

"Point taken, but every family has their little quirks. You should have seen the family I grew up in."

"You seem pretty normal."

"Don't we all? Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, I guess."

"It's kind of personal."

"Okay..."

"This... 'Burchell drive' that Ashleigh mentioned, and the thing with the staff... Are all Burchells...?"

"Horny as hell?"

"Well, yes."

We'd made our way to the top of the stairs and I could feel myself flush a little as I grinned uncomfortably, looking the other way as we continued walking.

"Sorry," she said to my hesitation.

"No, no, it's alright. I take it kitten is... driven?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Yes," I sighed. "Sheila has it, I have it, Mum has it and I'm willing to bet Ashleigh does."

"No offense, but that's probably the strangest thing about you Burchells, right there."

"No it isn't."

"Oh?"

"Not by a long shot."

She regarded me curiously, but didn't question me any further as we found ourselves entering the library, instead questioning me on something else.

"You're attracted to kitten, aren't you?"

"She's an attractive young woman."

"But... you're attracted to her," she assumed with this specific.

"She's my cousin, Gina. What are you getting at?"

"I'm just... If you knew kitten, you'd understand my concern. She may have this Burchell drive, but she's not like Sheila. She's not a whore and she has a good man and a stable life back home in Langley. I don't want to see that ruined."

"You're worried I'm going to fuck her."

"I... wouldn't have put it like that..."

"The last thing I intend on doing is fucking my cousin, no matter how attractive she is and no matter the Burchell drive. I might fuck the living daylights out of you, though. You're fair game."

These last two statements did three things. First, it entertained me. Second, I hoped it would put her mind very effectively at rest where me and kitten were concerned (I wished mine could be laid that easily to rest) and third, it produced a stunned expression from Gina.

"Uhh... Yeah, I have a man too, tiger."

I could only laugh, looking away but still pleased with myself. When I looked back, the stunned expression was still there, but there was also a slight grin as she shook her head.

"Now, can I ask you a personal question?"

"No guarantees on getting an answer after that last comment," she parried.

"Not that kind of question."

"Alright," she allowed.

"How are you with inconvenient truths?"

" ... I'm not sure what you mean."

"Well, I don't mean Al Gore. I mean... are you capable of accepting an unthinkable, or unimaginable truth and adjusting your outlook accordingly, or would you sooner run to the familiar, comfortable fool's paradise of denial?"

" ... Uhh... actually," she answered, looking at me strangely. "I'd like to think I'm pretty good with facing up and dealing, in fact, it's how I got this far in life. Why?"

I shrugged, moseying on over to the billiards table with my drink before answering, "I had this friend. We used to talk about that. She had some pretty interesting views on the subject."

"Oh?" Gina asked, that expression still on her face, but mixed with more curiosity now.

I rolled the cue ball to the opposite bank and caught it when it bounced back, saying, "She was a Pastor, so she had a more religious approach. She bowed to God as her ultimate, and sometimes, inconvenient truth."

"Sounds like she had it all sewed up."

"Yeah, Marci was cool," I said more to myself, my smile turning a bit sad as I bounced the cue ball off the opposite bank a little harder. "A very good friend who was victimized by an inconvenient truth she never would have expected because God didn't bother putting it in the bible. Luckily for her, she could run from it."

"What inconvenient truth was that?" she asked, intrigued but still looking at me funny as she walked to the end of the table.

"It's a long story, but let me put it to you like this:" I said, taking a drink from my glass before continuing. "It's like going to a beautiful ocean beach where sharks are prowling. There's no warning signs, so you have no idea about the sharks, but this is the ocean and, just because there's no warning signs doesn't mean there's no sharks. So you go in and, when you see those darting dorsal fins, you easily convince yourself that they're dolphins, cause if they were sharks, then somebody would've posted a warning sign near the canteen where you got your hotdog. So, after looking under the surface, you see things for what they are and you run out of the water, screaming, "Shark, shark!" As before, you still have the choice to go back into the water if you like, and there's always those naturalist types standing around who insist that sharks have no real interest in eating people. They assure you that the water's perfectly safe, so are you gonna stay on the sand and tan that saucy little body as you count your blessings... or take your chances and enjoy the water? As you can imagine, nobody volunteers for lifeguard duty at this beach, and nobody comes to save you when the naturalists come up wrong..."

"Uh huh. And where does your Pastor friend fit into this analogy?"

"Oh, she got a scare. Even lost a toe, but she made it out of the water in one piece and she... Well, she won't go near the water again."

" ... Alright. And your point with all this is...?"

"No real point, Gina," I sighed, rolling the cue ball to the corner pocket and in. "If there was, I suppose it'd be that there's no shame in staying out of the water."

"Hey, we're all responsible for our own decisions, right?"

I looked at her, my smile grim as I replied, "Another inconvenient truth."

There was a pause as she looked at me closely, that same expression still on her face. I closed my eyes in a long, tired blink as I casually directed my glance away and, when I looked up, Mum was just entering.

"Oh, hi, Gina. Hey, sweetie pie," she hailed.

Her mood was open and positive, but seemed slightly clouded with thought. She'd obviously just finished her meeting with Ashleigh and had things on her mind. We said hello as she walked closer, looking around the room.

"Just you two? Where's kitten?"

Gina used up the last of that lingering expression she'd had in a glance at me before answering with, "She's talking to Sheila."

" ... Ohhh. Hm. I wonder what lame excuses the old whore is feeding her?"

"I don't know, but kitten's quite adamant about keeping her at arm's length regardless."

"Smart girl. Where are you headed?"

"I was on my way to my apartment to wait for her when I ran into Steven."

Mum looked at me, smiling and said, "You look great in those clothes, sweetie pie."

"I like them, thanks."

She made a kissy with her lips and again complimented with, "Gina, you're looking very spicy today."

"Thanks," she said, flushing ever so little.

"There's a pool, you know."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you wouldn't see it from your apartment, but it looks pretty nice. Why don't we go get changed and leave a note for kitten to meet us there?"

"Sounds like a plan, but I didn't bring a swimsuit. Neither did she."

"Leave that to Aunt Kathleen, hon," Mum said as she put her arm across Gina's shoulders, turning her smiling companion towards the door. "Let's go. Steven, we'll catch up with each other later on, alright?"

"Gotcha," I returned, raising my glass to their backs as though in a toast.

Overall, it was hard to tell how Gina would react once she realized the dolphins were really sharks.

 

Kitten

The ageless nightclub queen had a natural ease of movement that fit her clothes, hair and makeup very well as she walked ahead of me and into a parlour she'd gestured to a moment before. Obliging, I followed her through the tall wooden doors to a very tastefully done room. There was a wet bar there and she helped herself to a mixed drink with her back to me as I sat.

"Would you like anything?" her forever hip voice asked over her shoulder.

"Vodka and orange juice, no ice."

She came and sat across from me on a black leather, wingback chair like the one I was sitting in, a careful expression on her face as she handed me my drink, and we regarded one another again.

Looking down at her glass, she said quietly with the same tone as her careful expression, "When I saw you, when I understood who you had to be... Wow."

"Me too," I replied, careful as she was. "Even though I half expected you'd be here."

"Why?"

"At first, I thought you sent the invitation because I didn't know of anybody else who would. Then, when I met Auntie Kathleen, it seemed even more likely, but she didn't believe it was you, so... Then I didn't know what to think."

"Ashleigh knows how to make an impression, that's for sure. She's either done a really good thing here, or created a disaster scenario. ... I suppose you want to know why."

I didn't reply, only cocked my head inquisitively, thinking she meant Aunt Ashleigh's family reunion.

"Why I left you and your father."

" ... No. I know why you left."

"You do, huh?"

In that moment, her expression closely resembled the Sheila in the photographs I have, that funny, tricky look that suggests she knows something others don't. She seemed to get comfortable quick.

"Yes. You left because no one man would ever satisfy you."

That disrupted her comfort level. She shifted in her seat, looking away from me again and drawing a deep breath to let out in a quiet sigh.

"Yeah, well..."

"You wanted to abort me."

Her eyes closed and I could tell that hurt.

"Why would he tell you that?" she softly demanded.

"He didn't. I found out."

Her eyes were open again, looking at the small coffee table between us as I took a sip of my drink.

"Yes, I'm a tramp. A slut, a whore, whichever term you prefer, that's me. You weren't planned and... I just couldn't have a baby along. I couldn't. And neither did I want to stick your father with one because It would have been so unfair to him after everything else, and I'd already been planning to leave when I found out I was pregnant. Look, there's no excuses I can make for myself or the choices I've made but, believe it or not, I always tried to make the right ones."

"How was running out on us with everything Daddy owned a right choice?"

"It was the only decision. Kathleen... Your father, at least back then, was a very rare breed. Even at that age, I knew almost right away that this was a true, real man, what men are supposed to be, but that didn't stop me from cheating on him. I cheated on him many times and I knew I'd do it again, and keep on doing it because I'd never be able to help it any more than I ever could before I met him. He deserved better. You deserved better. Besides, there was another woman waiting in the wings for him and... (Sigh) I cleaned him out and stole his car because he loved me. I couldn't bear the thought of how I'd tear his heart in two if I just left, so I did it in such a way that he'd hate me in the hopes it would be easier for him. Also, it guaranteed that I'd never be tempted to go back and ruin your lives. I loved him. Yes, I did. He was the only man I ever met who would have made me the queen of some little house somewhere, and he actually treated me that way instead of just wanting to fuck me. ... If only I could've had that, things would have gone so differently."

She sighed again, swirling the contents of her glass as she stared into it, adding as a finale, "What kind of mother could I ever have been to you? What kind of wife could I have been for your father? I'd have been a destructive embarrassment to you both."

I nodded silently because I could see the sense in it. She got up and walked a short distance to look at a painting of some old Indian on the wall, asking almost disinterestedly, "How's Peggy?"

"She's fine," I answered simply, now more than ever at a loss for how to take this woman.

"She was a good friend."

"She said the same about you."

"Really?" she asked, turning and showing genuine surprise in her expression.

"Yes. Well, up until the point where you fucked her husband."

Her eyes fell to the floor again before she turned and walked to the next painting, replying, "I'm aware of the things I've done, Kathleen. You don't really have to dredge them up, do you?"

"Auntie Kathleen says you should answer to the things you've done."

"Hm. Kathy... she was always such an anal retentive bitch. Self-centered control freak," she reminisced with the slightest grin. "You'd never know I was older than her by the way she'd try to boss me around all the time. She's changed a lot."

"Why does she hate you so much?"

"She doesn't hate me. She's pretty mad at me, but she'd never hate me anymore than I could ever have those feelings for her. As for why she's mad... that's between her and I."

"I could ask her and she'd probably tell me."

"Yeah, you two get on well, don't you?" she asked while looking at an oil rendition of a gypsy family within its wall mounted frame, none of them smiling. "So, go ahead and ask her. It doesn't mean I have to sit here and answer to you."

An uncomfortable silence ensued, maybe more uncomfortable for me after being shut down like that. After finishing her inspection of the gypsies, she moved on to a painting of a loincloth wearing, African native with shield and spear, taking a sip of her drink as she studied this fresh image.

"How is John, anyway?"

"He's good," I informed her. "Happy."

"Is Peggy happy?"

" ... Yes."

Still studying the native, she smiled a little again, nodding her head slightly as though she approved, then asked, "Did you wonder about me when you were growing up?"

"Not so much when I was a kid, but more when I got into my teens. I asked Daddy and Peggy about you."

"Ouch," she wryly joked, moving to a shiny, black enamel sculpture of something that looked like some kind of animal from a different planet. "Nevertheless, I'm sure everything they told you is true, and anything that isn't wouldn't exactly make any difference, anyway. ... I often thought of you. A lot when I first left, but after a while, I was able to get over things that happened somewhat. Then I started thinking about you again when your tenth birthday came around and in the years since, wondering what you were like, what you looked like, if you were happy... if you ever thought of me."

"Sometimes," I related, "I'd lie in bed at night and try to picture you, where you were and what you were doing right then."

"Did you ever wish I'd come back?"

"No. You're not wanted back there."

"Well, that's to be expected, isn't it?" she lightly offered, taking another sip from her glass as I did from mine.

"I did want to contact you, I just didn't want you there."

"Then, why did you want to contact me?"

"Mostly because of people's reaction to me, I guess."

"Because of how you look just like me."

"Yes, and because of some of the things you've done back there. Sometimes it seemed almost like being you, so I was curious."

"You wouldn't want to be me."

"I know."

"But it's an awfully attractive thought, isn't it?"

I didn't answer this, knowing what she meant and how right she was. It wasn't as if my refusal to reply saved me from lying; she probably assumed I had the Burchell drive anyway, but it at least saved me from having to admit it to her while she seemed to tease me about it.

"So, how would you have contacted me?"

"I thought some kind of open message on the internet."

"Did you expect that I'd respond if I saw it?"




Sera Ch. 04



" ... I actually never thought of that, but maybe I assumed you would. Would you have?"

"I don't know. Possibly, depending on how you came across. There's actually solid reasons why you should never return to the scene of your crime, you know."

I thought about this for a moment and couldn't help grinning as I recalled a mutual enemy of mine and Sheila's. I looked away, but not quite in time.

"Do feel free to stick any cutting and witty remarks out there. It's not like I haven't heard it all, mostly from myself."

Turning my grin to a sour smirk, I shook my head and replied, "I was just wondering which of us Barb Sutton would like to get her hands on first, 'cause there's a crime scene neither one of us should ever return to."

"Barb Sutton?" she asked, a smirk on her face now. "You know her?"

"She hired me to paint her salon a few years back."

"I'm surprised she didn't use you to burn me in effigy. Norah still work there?"

"Yup."

"She was always kind of a dirtbag."

"Well, now she's a smelly dirtbag. Tell me... did you really steal Barb's land tax money?"

"Yeah," she casually admitted, moving on to a wooden cabinet, its open shelves full of dainty figurines and ornaments. "She had her chance to be nice."

"You don't seem very regretful. About anything."

"Oh, I've got regrets, Barb not being one of them, but yeah, I do have them. What happened with your father back in the day is one of the biggies, but I'm not regretful within the definition of being 'full of regret'."

" ... You've hurt a lot of people, haven't you?" I more accused than assumed.

She rolled her eyes, then looked directly at me with that tricky smile again. Finishing off her drink, she shifted her freight back to the wet bar, asking a seemingly off topic question over her shoulder.

"Listen to much Floyd?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"That'd be a no. Pink Floyd, you've heard of them?"

"Yes."

"Well, they did this song about thirty years ago called Thin Ice," she told me, turning around after placing her glass on the bar. "It always appealed to me, became an anthem for my life, such as the Burchell drive made it. You should give it a listen so you can remember how it is for me next time you expect me to grovel at your high and mighty feet in apology."

With this dismissive advice, Sheila casually left the room.

 

Steven

It may have been the car trip, possibly the last three months altogether, but I slowly became more and more weary. It began to hit me while checking out a room not many have in their home, that being a small sickbay with an actual nurse who wasn't there at the time, but was in the house and on call according to the sign on the door.

I had to keep reminding myself that I had the run of the place on orders from above as I ran through the computer's list of in-house pharmaceuticals. I wondered if any of them were antipsychotics and how in hell my aunt would see her own sickbay as a necessity. Was she that eccentric? Her backyard and the way she liked to show off her bra seemed to point to that as an easy answer, but easy answers don't always apply to those of us who share the last name, 'Burchell'.

Thanks to Mum, I'd grown accustomed to toting a small notepad and a short, slender, metal pen, both of which fit into my wallet. I produced these items and began copying the list, soon noting phonic similarities within different families of drugs.

I finished up, stowed my info and poked around further on the computer until that fatigue began working its way further in. At one point, I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose for thirty seconds, feeling the room spin slightly before shutting the computer down and leaving.

On my way to my room, I thought again of Mum's reaction to me as of late and how I really had changed. I had a pretty good idea of why that was as I thought of the nice, cold beer waiting in my fridge, but I wondered again about her adjustment, that override switch that would ensure her own way with me should it come to that. Did it not last and was she wondering why? Or, was it still there and she refused to use it because she didn't want to inhibit her new and exciting 'other son'?

"Fourteen fucking people," I mumbled as I made my way.

It seemed so new and shocking every time I thought of it and I wondered if I'd ever get over it. Not to mention my father. I supposed it was the contribution her parasite had made to her life in addition to the hell her mother had put her through that made her the way she was, but that didn't change the fact that my mother was deeply disturbed, no matter which way one counted up her parasite.

This, of course, begged the question of Ashleigh's sanity. She seemed very measured and sane, but anybody who didn't know my mother like I did would say the same of her, so who could tell? And what about Sheila? Kitten? Myself, for that matter.

I sighed heavily, the same questions from Saint John settling into my head. Except this time, there was one big difference, that being Ashleigh, the great unknown. She could help if she was sane and genuine. For that reason and because I already respected her, I wanted to believe she was, but that only made it all the more important to be the proper detective.

Entering my apartment, I went straight to the fridge for a beer, then the open veranda door, noting Stanley's exploration of the living room carpet on my way by. At the railing, I could see Mum, kitten and Gina along with another woman down at the pool. I closed my eyes and felt the warm breeze on my face, actually a little content for the moment, thinking of what it would be like to call this home when a knock at my door startled me out of my sleepy funk.

"Come in!"

Most of my sleepiness went away at the sight of Ashleigh. She wore a barely knee length, short sleeved dress of black with small white polka dots. It buttoned up the front and she only left a moderate amount of cleavage visible, allowing the opaque material of the garment to add sex appeal by way of the dress's very flattering fit and the darker shadows of her skimpy panties and bra beneath it. Black lipstick and nails along with her black hair made quite a statement as she moved with a natural grace towards the balcony with a warm smile. It was the kind of confident, sure grace that a Martial Arts expert has.

"I take it you like my outfit," her sultry voice assumed.

" ... Sorry."

Coming to my side to place her hands on the railing and look out over the back yard, she assured, "It's alright, sweetie pie, I wear nice clothes for a reason."

"Uh huh," I responded, a bit hung up on the 'sweetie pie' thing in addition to her body. (What in hell was it with that affectation, anyhow?)

"Girl watching?" she asked, looking in the direction of the pool.

"Not at this distance," I answered, getting a grip on myself like a good detective would. "Only two of them I can watch, anyway."

"Yeah, sure. By the way, thanks for treating Sheila decently. I know your mother wouldn't approve."

"She's never done anything to me," I replied.

"I don't mean to be nosy, but did you tell your mother you were speaking with her?"

Here it was; my turn to have the talk with Ashleigh that Sheila, Mum and possibly kitten already had. More informal than her den, but I would have preferred to see that room.

"No, I didn't tell her."

"She'll find out sooner than later."

"I know."

" ... Do you like your apartment?"

"Very much, thank you."

"How about the cat?"

"Nice touch," I gave her with a slight grin.

"Don't you like cats?"

"Got nothing against them. Never had one."

"Your mother never had a cat when you were growing up?" she asked, looking at me as though this was quite odd.

"No. Why?"

"She loves cats, so does Sheila. So does kitten and so do I, along with Mum, her mother, her mother before her and her mother before her."

"Really?"

"When Kathleen and Sheila were kids, they had this cat named 'Kitty'. Some knob from across the street ran her over and what they did to him was pretty cruel."

"She told me the story," I said, nodding, "but how do you know about it? Mum said you didn't hang around them because of the age difference."

"I was sitting in my window smoking a joint while they were climbing out of theirs. I watched them run over there with those spiked pieces of plywood, wondering what the little maniacs were up to. I soon enough found out when the ambulance showed up across the street. The point is, we Burchells love our cats and I'm surprised your mum never had one, or several."

I shrugged my shoulders, took a sip of beer while I glanced at her chest and, instead of asking if I could grab her tits, asked, "You smoked joints?"

"Sure. I still do."

I smiled as I looked away, but got called on it, her demeanor friendly and almost fun loving like my other mother's could often be under the right circumstances.

"I see she's impressed her high society values on you."

"Well, it's just... Well, I've been walking around your estate and checking things out, getting used to thinking I was the guest of some kind of royalty or something, and here you are smoking pot like the people on the east side."

"East side?"

"Vancouver."

"Oh, puh-lease!" she laughed, shaking her head at me. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you're a mama's boy."

"And on that, I guess I have to assume you do know better."

"You're talking about my investigators. I'm afraid your mother wasn't very happy about that."

"I know. I gotta tell you, I'm not either. Even though I can understand the reasons you gave us, but I have to wonder just how far you went."

"As did she," Ashleigh replied, more serious now. "Steven, I don't want to hide anything from you and I don't intend to. That's why I wanted to speak to each of you, in addition to the opportunity for some 'one on one'."

"Okay," I allowed, encouraging more from her.

"So, we'll just get this stuff right out of the way so that you and I can move on."

"Okay," I repeated.

"But you have to be honest with me as well."

"O-kaaay..."

"Uh huh," she grinned. "Nevertheless... Remember Mrs. Toole?"

"Uh, my grade twelve biology teacher?"

"Yes. She had some very pressing issues with her personal finances that fall, so I made a little deal with her. She reported to me on... you."

"Mrs. Toole was a spy?"

No, nothing like that. I simply had her keep a journal of your behaviour and such so I could understand who you are. Or were. You don't seem like that person anymore."

"You ain't kiddin', Auntie, but Toole still amounts to a spy."

"Don't be silly. She didn't tell me anything she wouldn't have told your mother on parent/teacher day and, since I am your aunt, what's the harm?"

" ... I suppose, it's just... You know, Toole didn't even like me."

"Your other teachers didn't like you, Toole hated you. She knew you were responsible for whatever happened to her aquarium and every form of life in it. Especially when you stood up in class, pointed at it with a smile and said, 'Look, Mrs. Toole, it's an ecological nightmare!'"

I laughed out loud at that, barely managing to swallow a mouthful of beer first.

"That aquarium was her pride and joy; what'd you do, you little freak?"

"Well, this is a bit inglorious..." I warned with pride.

"Let's have it, you can't shock me."

"She stepped out of the room for a few minutes and I pissed in it."

" ... You're kidding."

I shook my head, laughing a little again.

"What, like... right in front of the rest of the class?"

"I had my back to them," I chortled.

"Oh my god, what have I invited into my home?"

"You can choose your friends, but not your family."

"I wouldn't choose any different in you if I could, Steven. Alright, here we go with something else. This might take you aback, so just... give me a chance to explain, alright?"

"Alright."

"Promise?" she asked with a serious grin.

"Yeah, I promise."

"Please remember that. Okay... First of all, it was me who your mother and mine felt watching them. At that point, I had to take an active role which is why I also, uhh... Do you remember having an odd dream a couple of weeks or so ago that would have maybe pointed you in the direction of Shoreline Residential Facility?"

"That was you?" I asked, stunned and immediately recalling Sheila's similar story.

"I'm afraid so."

"But... how did you...?"

"We've met before, you and I. Twice."

"I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting you."

"Not necessarily."

" ... You mesmerized me."

"I'm sorry, but I had to. The first time we met, you were in the Saint John Public Library, staring at a shelf of psychology texts with one already in your hand. You were on the wrong track and I had to make sure you wouldn't miss the truth of what was going on with your mother. So I left a sort of marker within your consciousness. It enabled me to... guide you, but there's never any telling what a person's mind will do with such directions by the time they dream it, and I'd never tried with another such as what we are.

"The second time was while you were looking at a painting in the front window of a small art gallery one evening. My very gentle guiding didn't seem to be working and I had to be blunt, so I put an idea into your head in a more direct way."

I nodded, remembering how I just suddenly knew Marie was in Saint John after I stepped away from the display window of that gallery, how I believed it. Of course, it wasn't any belief of mine, but knowledge of hers, information she'd shared with me without my knowing.

"Why couldn't Mum sense you'd done it?"

"I'm good, sweetie pie."

I didn't respond to this, but only looked at her, still avoiding her eyes out of recent habit with everyone I came into contact with at that point.

"The reason I did these things," she went on with a light sigh, transferring her weight to one hip as she leaned a bit more on the railing, "was because I needed you to be aware of what was what before you got here. I didn't want to have to convince you because, as I know you've seen, there are problems that need to be dealt with in this family. Two very immediate ones in particular, one of those being your mother."

After a short pause between us where she regarded me quite frankly, I suggested, "Okay, let's slow down a minute. You have to understand that I don't know who, or in the case of this family, what I'm dealing with. I've only just met you and, while you seem very sincere, I don't know you. Were it not for the undeniable resemblance between us, I'd have no proof you're even related to me."

"I'm aware of that and I expect, before long, both you and your mother will know I'm exactly what I say I am."

"So, you know about what happened with us in Vancouver," I assumed.

"Your father's fraud charges? Yes. I also know of the following investigation into you and your mother. Hell, it was all over the news anyway."

"Do you know where my father is now?"

"No."

"What else do you know?"

"Let's see... I know your ex-girlfriend's name is Staci, I know you were the Captain of your swim team and that you're a Jujitsu black belt... I know you graduated with honours and that you're gifted with natural business and number skills. I know about your first job in Saint John, your love of libraries, your fear of what's happening to you and your mother, and that you two are having sex with one another."

I have to credit myself with keeping my cool and delivering a proper and timely comeback while my foundations rocked.

"Se-? What!? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Okay, now I also know you're a good liar. A very good liar. If I didn't know better, I'd have bought that little-"

"Look, I don't know what put that idea into your head, but I can assure you right now that Mum and I are certainly not ha-"

"Oh, give it up. Yours and your mother's share of the family heritage wouldn't be awake if you weren't having sex with another Burchell. I know this because that's how it was awoken in me, thanks to my mum and, since I know it wasn't me, Sheila, or kitten that's gotten to you..."

" ... (Sigh) Super. Just... super." I softly complained as I flushed, looking down at the pool area.

"Count yourself lucky, sweetie pie. You won't turn out like her because of that, because you got it nice and early like we should."

" ... I- I won't?"

"Nope. So, now you have nothing you can't be completely honest with me about, do you? I mean, what could be worse in your own mind than fucking your own mum, right?" she asked with a warm, yet teasing smile.

"Okay, I'd rather you didn't do that, because it's not like you probably think it is and it just so happens that-"

"I know, that attraction between us. It's hard to deny and I don't blame you one little bit. My mother and I shared something very special before she became... what she became. I feel it for you right now and I know you feel it for me, although not as strong as you do for your mother because of that connection you have. You shouldn't feel awkward about it, either. We Burchells are different and that's that."

"How much do you know about what's wrong with us?"

"Wrong with us? Uh, well, more than you do. And yes, I'm willing to share, but I'd rather do that with all of you as a group. I don't want anybody left out of anything in this family, especially on this matter but, before I'm able to do that, another immediate problem aside from your mother needs to somehow be resolved."

"What's that?" I asked.

"How we're going to inform Kitten of her family heritage."

"Kitten?"

"Yes."

" ... 'We'?"

"Yes, 'we'."

"I have to be honest with you here," I told her. "I'm sure Kitten's a nice girl and all, but my first and only concern is Mum."

"See, that's where you're wrong," Ashleigh patiently explained, taking my hand and leading me out of the sunlight and inside my apartment. "You're a Burchell, she's a Burchell. Your problems are hers, her problems are yours because that's how a good family works."

"I don't even know her," I protested as she gently tugged me down to a seat beside her on the couch.

"And that's why I called us all together, isn't it? So we could get to know one another. Look, you might not want to hear this, but you can't handle your mother, not on your own. You need us like we need you."

"I'm getting better... stronger. I can..." I trailed off as she shook her head, halfheartedly inspecting her hands in her lap.

"No, you can't. She's all over you and you know it."

She lifted her gaze to mine and we regarded each other quite seriously for a moment before she gestured to my face and spoke softly.

"She did that to you, didn't she?"

"What?"

"Your face. It's pretty obvious that somebody did a number on it, and I happen to know that there aren't too many average people running around out there who could. You weren't fighting back and there's only one person on this planet who you'd allow to do that to you. Isn't there?"

"I deserved it."

"I doubt that."

"I've made horrible mistakes."

She shook her head again and sighed, offering, "I'm not gathering evidence on her, you don't have to protect her from me no matter what she says, but I'm telling you that she'll probably do it again."

My fatigue began to return as I closed my eyes, relaxing my back into the upholstery and sighed, "What do you want?"

"I want you to stay here. I want to know you're going to stay here and back me up because I'm going to need it if things are going to work out for all of us, especially for your mother."

"That's asking a lot at this early stage."

"I know, but whether you know it or not... your mum can never leave here."




Sera Ch. 04



"What?" I asked, eyes open again, a bit alarmed at this statement.

"I don't mean to say she'd be a prisoner here, she could come and go as she chooses, but it's best for her if this place becomes her home because you can't handle her. You can't, Steven. I can, especially with your support. We don't want her to turn into another Marie, do we?"

"Oh my god, this'll never go away, will it?" I asked, sitting back and massaging the bridge of my nose with my eyes closed again.

"No, it won't. And the sooner you see that we should all be together to support one another and deal with it, the sooner you can be onboard with me for the good of us all. I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but your mother is becoming a very... dangerous person and the sooner we-"

She was interrupted by my humourless laughter. When it ended in its own time, I offered what I could at the moment.

"Ashleigh... I've heard you out and, unless you've got something different to tell me, I just can't give you the answer you need right now. My head feels like it's full of cotton and I'm just not comfortable with... this. Not right now. Can we at least talk about it tomorrow?"

" ... Yes. Tomorrow."

"One more thing."

"What's that?"

"You have to promise not to use the Jedi spell on me anymore."

She smiled at this, but promised, "I won't. I didn't like doing it in Saint John, but I felt it was necessary. But you have to promise me something, too."

"Fair enough, I guess."

"Stop avoiding my eyes. It's okay, nothing will happen."

" ... Alright," I said, hesitantly looking into hers.

After a short pause that allowed her smile to warm the room a bit more, she imparted, "You know, I've waited so long to meet you. Like this, I mean. We're a lot alike, you know."

"I can kinda sense that, yeah."

"Not just our resemblance, either. Over the years, I've come to think of you as my son just as much as Kathleen's. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable."

"No, not really. No kids of your own?"

"No."

I yawned and looked around the impressively appointed room, remarking, "Well, I'd say you made up for it. I hope you know that none of this will sway me, or Mum for that matter."

"I know, I only wanted you all comfortable in places that could feel like your home. So, umm... Did you fuck her?"

"Who?"

"Sheila."

"Of course not!"

She laughed at this and pushed my shoulder with the palm of her hand, replying with a laugh, "I knew that, sweetie pie, I was just teasing. But do you want to?"

"Oh, boy."

"What kind of answer is that?"

"I'm happy with the level of incest I've already achieved," I informed her with a guilty grin, my face heating with another flush. "I don't want to add to it."

"Gimmie a break," she said, rolling her eyes and shoving me again. "You know what kind of dirty, incestuous little fuck-fest this will be."

"Aunt Ashleigh!" I complained, turning beet red now as my dick began hardening at some mental images that her words created in my head.

The worst thing was that, in addition to her dark beauty, I liked her. She was cool in the way that Mum and Sheila was, but in a different sense altogether.

"What? I told you it's nothing for us to be ashamed of, in fact, it makes it all the dirtier and more fun. And don't call me 'Aunt Ashleigh'."

"It's just-"

"Picture me licking your Mum's pussy while she watches kitten and Sheila sharing your cock."

"Oh my... god, you're just like my mother," I groaned.

She even laughed like her with that sincere humour, thick with sexual implication, saying afterwards as she rose from the couch, "Oh, you won't regret living here, especially with the variety of my staff thrown in. I do know what you need, you know. Even better than you do, and your cock doesn't lie."

She reached the door and turned with her hand on the knob, looking at my lap, then my red face in expectation of something.

"Tomorrow, Aunt Ashleigh." I managed.

This seemed to satisfy her, although she stuck out her tongue before leaving with a knowing smirk.

" ... Ho-ly shit!"

 

Kitten

My conversation with Sheila was still heavy on my mind when I returned to my apartment, expecting to find Gina there. Instead, I found a stick-it note from Auntie Kathleen on the door.

 

Kitten,

I hope you don't mind, but I've stolen your lovely friend and dragged her to the pool with me. We're waiting for you to join us for fun and frivolities as soon as you can, so grab something that works as a swimsuit because Gina told me that neither of you brought one, (Wait till you see what she wore!) and come on down, sweetie pie. Kiss kiss.

 

Kathleen

 

I smiled as I removed the note, turning the knob and entering at the same time. It sounded like fun and poolside seemed like a good spot to mull over my meeting with Sheila. I looked through the dresser drawers at the stuff I'd brought and bought before I went about throwing something together, wondering what Gina would willingly wear these days that would warrant mention by my auntie. It was possible that she, being older, was a bit sheltered by her generational gap to be awed by anything my sexy friend and lover would lately choose.

I'd decided to go barefoot. On the one hand, this was a mistake because I never went barefoot outside and I wasn't used to it, but the cobblestoned pathways were smooth enough to allow for a somewhat reasonable pace. While saving injury to my toes at this speed, I got used to this new and fun thing of walking barefoot outside while, on the other hand, it also gave me extra time to think about Sheila.

I wasn't sure about her. She seemed oddly familiar in a way, possibly because of everything I've heard, or what I got from those old pictures of her, but a few things about her definitely surprised me.

She certainly did have a decidedly cavalier attitude towards life and I had to wonder how easily she handled the regrets she claimed to have. There was definitely a likeable side to her, as Auntie Ashleigh told me there was, but she didn't seem the kind of person I'd want to rely on, or trust very far. She had this aloof, teasing way about her that I didn't care for, like she knew stuff I didn't. More than that, she seemed like the kind of person who, when faced with the choice of saving her best friends life or grabbing a bag with a million Dollars in it, would choose the million Dollars, telling herself later on how much she regretted the loss of her friend while she bought herself a new car.

By following conveniently posted signage, I arrived at the pool in a loose fitting, pleated white mini skirt with a pink micro thong to barely cover miffy. I wore the matching 'bra' that barely covered my areolas without a shirt and my boobies bounced pleasurably while approaching Gina and my aunt. A young, black haired woman of about my age and wearing a red sling was at the other end of the pool with her well tanned back turned to me as she fiddled with an inflatable lounger. My horny from earlier hadn't gone away and I was reminded of this as Auntie Kathleen greeted me.

"You made it!"

"Yup," I grinned, crossing the remaining distance between us.

She sported a black bikini, the top of which covering more area than mine did, however just as daring when our comparative bust lines were considered. The bottoms were smallish and, overall, the suit flattered her soft, inviting curves. My Aunt Kathleen, I realized, was a very sexy woman.

Gina wore a pair of actual panties, black lace boy-cuts. Her black silk cammie went very well with them and she looked as juicy as a nicely deep fried drumstick while managing to keep everything well covered. She smiled at me from the lounger beside my aunt, both of them wearing shades, both with noticeably erect nipples, especially my Auntie Kathleen's.

"I love your swimsuit," she complimented.

"Thanks," I grinned. "You two look awesome."

"Wait'll you see our attendant," Gina replied.

"The girl in the sling?" I asked, walking past her and Auntie Kathleen to a third lounger so that the older blonde lay between us in the sunny pool area.

"Yeah," my aunt said, adding, "Here she comes now."

I watched her approach with a friendly smile as I settled on the deck lounger, her boobies about the size of mine and bouncing in the publicly indecent swimwear that excited the hell out of me. Vaguely wondering how I'd look in a sling, I eyed her five foot-six, dark, athletic body more or less openly as the brown eyed staff member addressed me politely in a French accent.

"Hello, you must be kitten."

"Yes, hello."

She nodded and said, "I'm Monique, the Chief Pool Attendant and Lifeguard. Would you like a drink, or a snack?"

"A drink would be great. Vodka and orange without ice, please."

"Of course, coming right up." She smiled. "Ms. Burchell, Ms. Green?"

Kathleen ordered a cognac and Gina asked for an orange juice, prompting another polite smile from Monique before she turned to retrieve our beverages with a promise to return soon. We all watched her leave.

"I wonder if she walks like that on purpose?" my aunt said with what looked like a hungry smile.

"Gina laughed and offered, "Considering the open bar policy in regards to the staff, I'm sure she does."

We all laughed softly at this before my aunt said, "So... what do you think of Sheila? Gina told me you two were talking."

"Huuuhh..." I sighed thoughtfully, distractedly looking around at how well the pool was naturally introduced to the surrounding landscape. "Well, I'm not totally sure, yet. She seems very shallow and self absorbed, and I don't think I much care for her, but I'm still curious just the same."

"Did she ask about Dad?" Gina wanted to know.

"Yes, she asked how he was. I told her he was happy and that she's not wanted there."

"Way to go, kitten," my auntie approved.

Gina also approved, going by the subtle nod of her head as she looked out across the pool.

"It's weird, though," I mentioned more to myself than them. "She has that look that she has in those old pictures that makes it so easy to see her for what she is, yet... it seems so easy to overlook that when she's in front of you for real."

"She does have a peculiar charisma, doesn't she?" Kathleen put in.

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's like you want to dig deeper for something that isn't there."

"I get that too," Gina commented. "And I bet she'd be pretty hard for a man to resist on account of that."

"Yup," Auntie Kathleen agreed, "most men do tend to be a little shallow and they'd actually be attracted to her more simplistic seeming personality, especially with that charisma to go with it. As for myself, I've been playing the game with Her Royal Highness."

"Auntie Ashleigh?" I asked?

"The one and only," she replied with a smirk.

Monique returned with our beverages on a round, silver tray. We took them, thanked her and, when I turned to see if Gina was checking her out, I caught her checking out Auntie Kathleen instead. I couldn't help but smile and, as Monique retreated after making certain we had no other needs, conversation continued.

"I like her," I proclaimed. "Auntie Ashleigh, I mean. I know you said I shouldn't trust her and stuff, and I do keep my wits about me, but I like her."

"Sure, you would. You can because you're her adorable niece and she's older than you and all the rest, but I'm her younger sister and she's a whole lot different with me than she is with you."

"So, you don't like her?"

" ... I wouldn't exactly say that. I do tend to think she's trustworthy to some extent, I just hate the way her demeanor implies that she's the boss of me. I also don't like how she keeps throwing things up in my face from the old days at home. As you can see, I have a different perspective."

"I guess. You're not leaving 'cause you two don't get along, are you Auntie?"

"Oh no, sweetie pie," she assured. "Not yet, anyway. You say you two will be here for two weeks?"

"Yes."

"That's probably how long Steven and I will be. That's about all it'll take to see which way the wind blows with Sister Ashleigh, and it's not as if we need her and her apparent fabulous wealth."

"That's actually a pretty wise way of looking at it," Gina remarked. "She wanted you all to acquaint yourselves and a couple weeks sounds like more than enough time to do that and be polite about 'considering' her offer. It's not as if you can't visit and write emails."

"Exactly," Auntie Kathleen agreed. "Steven and I are right now between home bases, you might say, and if we don't need her hospitality, kitten certainly doesn't."

"Yup," Gina agreed."

"And kitten," she went on, "wherever we end up settling, it goes without saying that you and Gina are as welcome there as you are here."

"Thanks."

"In fact, we'll have to get together on special occasions and things."

"Yeah," I agreed with a smile.

My smile was genuine because the idea of hanging out with her (and Steven) sounded like a lot of fun and it offset the growing affinity to Ashleigh and what she promised was as much my home as the one I shared with Gina, if not more. It was obvious that coming to Montreal was a really good thing for me. Now I felt my life had that something it was missing back home and I loved the connections I'd made with my family, Sheila notwithstanding.

"Yup, I really like her," Gina said of Auntie Kathleen later on in my apartment. "She's a lot of fun, smart and she has her head screwed on straight."

The three of us had a great time down there, me getting a little buzzed, but catching Gina checking out my aunt a few more times nonetheless. Truth be told, I was eying her too, and I casually spread my thighs so she could see my micro thong as I lay talking to her and she actually glanced a few times. The only thing holding back my horny was the great time we had. We never even got into the pool.

"And stacked," I said with a giggle as we sat on the couch with the grilled cheese sandwiches I'd whipped up.

"Yes," Gina laughed, "and stacked. She's very pretty. As much as Sheila, but more in your way, even though you look like Sheila. It's strange, but true."

"After today's conversation with Sheila, I take that as a compliment. Although, I do have to say that I now understand why she left Daddy and me. She said it was the biggest favour she could do us."

" ... That implies some conscience."

"You'd think, but a different impression comes across in conversation."

"Was it like you imagined?"

I smiled and answered, "Yes, actually. For the most part, anyway. Like I said, I expected her to be a used up old bag, not... what she is."

"She dresses as well as she presents," Gina noted. "I wonder what she does for a living?"

"Probably a call girl," I guessed.

"Heh. By the way, I had a... well, an odd conversation of my own today."

"Oh? With who?"

"Your cousin."

" ... Why odd?"

"He wanted to know how I handled inconvenient truths."

"Inconvenient truths? Like what Al Gore talks about?"

"I don't think so. At least, that's not the analogy he used. He's actually kind of a weirdo."

"I haven't spoken to him yet."

"Yeah, well... Look, I didn't want to say anything at the time because I know this is a well deserved vacation for you, as well as a chance to meet your family, but..."

"What?"

"Slutty, maybe you should dress just a little bit more... You know."

"(Sigh)"

"No, just listen. Sooner or later, you will run into him and... Well, he came right out and said he'd like to fuck me."

"He what!?"

"The thing is that, while I believe he would anyway if I gave him the chance, I think he only said that to back up his claim of having no interest in you."

"He said that?"

"Yes, but I don't believe him. No more than I believe you when you say you have none in him, and I think that maybe you should think of that when you dress yourself. I'm sorry, I don't mean to tell you what to do, but this is what happened and... you know."

"Gina, I'm not interested in him. Yes, he's tall and cute; he's got that Leonardo Dicaprio face with his nice dark hair and blue eyes, of course I'm gonna look, but I'm not interested."

"Slutty, I know you better than that. You've never looked at any other men and for you to... Look, I'm not accusing you of anything, I'm just trying to..."

"Look out for me," I finished in a deflated tone.

"What kind of a friend would I be if I didn't?"

"I know," I pouted. "I just... really like running around dressed like a little slut, and now I have the chance to do it in relative public. I get off on it, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna do anything, you know."

We'd finished with our grilled cheese sandwiches and she took my hand, smiling and said, "I know you're a good girl, I just... It's not you that I don't trust, it's him."

I smiled understandingly and we kissed things better. Minutes later, she was leading me by the hand to my bedroom where she'd promised to make me scream as I thought about what she'd said.

I didn't know why, but I definitely trusted him.



Sera Ch. 05



Steven

"I'm not gonna go crazy," I told myself with a smile.

Standing under a spray of hot water that was being delivered by the best showerhead ever manufactured, I was loving the heated sensation and the memory of what Ashleigh had told me.

I was awoken five minutes earlier by a tiny paw touching my mouth just before twilight. Of course, it was Stanley, probably trying to tell me he was hungry. I gave him a pat and heaved myself up and out of bed, carrying him with me to the kitchenette where I found his food and two bowls. With the wildlife taken care of, I grabbed a beer and headed to the shower.

"You know what?" I asked myself. "We should throw in with Ashleigh."

"Not so fast," I cautioned myself in reply.

"Aw, fuck off. You know it's the right way to jump."

"It's what my instincts are telling me, but I wanna talk to Mum first. Plus, there's a few other things I'd like to go over with Ashleigh. I don't see why she needs an answer right away, anyhow."

"'Cause she's probably not sure how long anybody's staying and time is of the essence for her."

"I suppose."

"She's what we've been waiting for. She has the information we need and she can control Mum. What else is there to debate, anyway?"

" ... We're talking to Mum first."

I turned the water off and got out of the shower. While drying, I pondered Ashleigh's warning that Mum would beat the hell out of me again, and the way our relationship had subtly changed since her adjustment of me. Maybe it was all the other Burchell women around me, but my attraction to her was different. It's not as if I wasn't horny for her anymore, but I'd noticed how the uncontrollable erections weren't happening whenever I was around her any longer.

"That could be an unintended aftereffect of her adjustment."

"Maybe. I'm still damned curious about whatever's going on with that."

"Hm... well, here's something else for us to chew on: Her overall body count knocks the wind out of us whenever we think of it, but when we remember that she killed Dad..."

"It's like this... numbness."

"Yeah."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"Okay, let's not get all down about it now, though. Hell, we're gonna be sane." I laughed.

I threw on the same clothes I was wearing earlier that day and tried to check Mum's apartment for her, but her door was locked. Knocking yielded no results, so I started down the hallway. This time, I figured out where I was going quite soon, an area that I wasn't able to fully explore earlier for reasons of propriety.

I wondered how long Sheila had been there as I took a seat on a barstool next to hers in the pool cave of Ashleigh's basement. She was speaking with the bartender, a tall, thin, blonde male this time, and showed surprise to find me to be the one who'd joined her.

"Heeey, Stevo!"

"Hi, Sheila."

"Where you been?" she asked with a friendly and sincere smile, her eyes briefly flicking up and down my body as she idly stirred her coconut drink with a straw.

"Sleeping."

"Sleeping? What's wrong with ya?"

"The automotive version of jetlag, probably. Just kinda kicked in earlier."

"Oh. I've heard it sometimes takes a week of normal sleeping habits to get back to normal after severe exhaustion. Hey, I'd buy you a drink, but everything's on the house anyway, so..."

"I'm the guy, I'm supposed to buy you a drink anyway," I said, smiling at the bartender who was smiling at both of us. "I'll have a Canadian, please."

"Comin' right up, Mr. Burchell. Name's Sheldon, by the way."

"Hey, Sheldon. You're the night bartender, I take it?"

"Yep. I'm actually expecting more company soon. This bar is open to off duty staff, so it's a pretty fun place. They have a lot of parties and stuff here."

"Cool," I judged, noting how he'd called me Mr. 'Burchell'.

"I like it here," Sheila put in. "Mostly because the people who don't like me aren't here. Their spot seems to be the library, and it's been made pretty clear that I'm not welcome there."

"Their loss," I said, nodding politely to Sheldon for placing my beer before me on a fancy, silver coaster. "How long have you been here, anyway?"

"Why?"

"Well, I was in here earlier this morning and I saw you."

"Well, I wasn't here all day," she laughed. "And I didn't see you, why didn't you say hi, ya snob?" she joked.

"You were a bit busy at the time."

"I was?"

"With the red headed bartender."

"Oopsie. (Giggle!)"

"How much of that stuff have you had?" I asked with a smile as I gestured to her drink.

"Not that much. Hey, I'm just glad someone besides Ash is cool in this fuckin' family," she said afterwards. "So, did you have fun watching me and Collette?"

I swallowed a mouthful of beer and admitted, "Actually, I backed out of the place when I saw that."

"Why?"

"I thought I'd give you some privacy," I said with a wide smile and a hardening dick at the memory of her sexual assault upon the willing bartender and the smell of her perfume beside me.

"What a gentleman. You could have stayed though, I wouldn't have minded."

"I'll keep that in mind next time I see you molesting Aunt Ashleigh's staff."

She chuckled over this as I watched her. I really did like Sheila and I wished the others would lighten up on her.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"It might be a bit personal," I warned.

"It's fine. I don't mind a personal question from someone who means well."

"Okay, thanks. Well, I was wondering about your conversation with Ashleigh in her den last night. Did you get the feeling that she was being up front with you and everything?"

"Yes, I did."

"Okay... So, you believe she's got nothing to hide and she really just wants to bring the family together?"

"What would she have to hide? But yeah, so far I think she's good. Maybe a bit overbearing and eccentric, but who am I to talk?"

"I ask because you seem pretty sharp with people."

"I can hold my own," she admitted with a shrug of one shoulder and a smile. "Why, what do you think? Have you spoken with her yet?"

"Yes. I'm leaning in the direction you're at, but..."

"But what? You also think she may be an Iranian spy?"

"No!" I laughed as she briefly ran her eyes up and down my body again. "I'm just... you know."

"Fuckin' paranoid is what you are. That's your Mum's fault, she was always like that. In all our little capers, she never made a move unless she was totally sure all bases were covered, up to and including the unlikely event of the meter reader showing up. You believe that?"

"Well, she is pretty good."

"That she is," Sheila admitted, holding up her glass for a toast a moment later. "Here's to you, Kathy. I love you, but you're a bitch."

I had to laugh at the mixed sentiment as I toasted and drank to it, mentioning after, "She hates that name, you know."

"Yeah, I know. She always let me use it, though."

"I hope you two can come to get along again. Like you used to."

"Me too. I've missed her. Is she really that mad at me?"

"I'd say, yeah. But... There's this other thing..."

"What other thing?"

"Well, no matter how mad she is, I know she misses you, too. She talks about you a lot and it's not all bad. She reminisces about the 'misery sisters' with a smile."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Right on... Um, did she tell you... what happened at home?"

"With your Mum and what finally happened with your father, yes."

"Okay. ... Do you think she'd ever forgive me?"

We'd turned serious at this point and it was easy to see how genuine she was. As my new friend, Sheila became another reason right then and there for throwing in with Ashleigh.

"I think she could, yeah."

She smiled and signaled for another drink, saying afterwards, "I don't mean to bring the party down, but I sure appreciate how you don't treat me like shit. You got a good friend here, kid."

"I know. I like you a lot, Aunt Sheila."

"Now... what'd I tell you about calling me that?" she asked, trying to be stern, but ending up grinning playfully. "Huh?"

"You said you'd have my tongue if I ever did it again," I told her with my own wide grin back in place as I took another sip of my beer.

"That's right, so stick it out."

"Get outta here."

"Nope, I'm serious. Let's have the tongue."

"I'm not sticking my tongue out."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Impudent little shit! You're not even allowed to drink! You give me that tongue before I throw your ass out that door!"

"Pff-fffttt!"

"Don't think I can do it?" she challenged with a daring smile, even sitting straighter on the stool in the same yellow summer dress she wore earlier.

"I know you can't."

"What if I said I took a self defense course? Oh yeah, don't be fooled by my size. I'm tough."

I couldn't help laughing at this point, and couldn't stop. I waved her away as I gestured for another beer, shaking my head as I continued laughing.

"I'm serious, kid. I really did take a self defense class," she insisted.

"I know Jujitsu. I'd beat you before you could raise a finger to stop me."

"Ohhh, fuck off," she said, shoving me by the shoulder much like Ashleigh had earlier and almost pushing me off the bar stool. "Everyone says that; you are so lame!"

"I really do, though!"

"No you don't! Gimmie that tongue!"

I stuck it out at her, pushing my face forward and pasting a childishly dirty expression on my face. I thought it was pretty funny, but she was on me in a split second, her hand at the back of my head as she sucked my tongue practically out of my mouth. It actually hurt and I yelled, laughing at the same time and sounding like I had a mental disability with my tongue in her mouth. I had to grab on to her as she leaned over me in order to not fall backwards, and we had this moment amidst our suddenly very sexual horseplay where our eyes met...

She let me go with a fun loving, delirious giggle before she snarled playfully at me, saying in a low tone, "That'll teach you to disobey your elders, kid."

"Yer a silly little bitch, Aunt Sheila."

" ... Oh, my. See, now I'm gonna have to have that tongue again, aren't I? Oh yes I am," she sweetly informed me.

I gave it to her and the next thing I knew, we were all over each other. It was an incredibly hot make out session that had me so hard it almost hurt. Her presence was remarkable, her smell so pure and I could almost taste a great hunger in her mouth as I forgot all about the other person in the room and the rest of the world in general.

We stopped in some comic surprise when a group of two men and two women walked in, all of them attractive and presumably some of the off duty staff Sheldon was expecting. They smiled and waved when they looked at us in each other's arms, me with a guilty smile, embarrassed at having been caught in an uncompromising position with my own aunt, but nodding back politely. Sheila, still breathing a bit hard and with her beautiful blonde hair mussed up, showed them a wicked grin as we slowly let go of each other.

"God-dam, I love 'em young and fresh. Am I right, ladies?"

They loved this, especially the women as they literally applauded Sheila, cheering while the guys laughed. She went back to her seat and I openly watched as her perfect, slender body moved, as that lovely ass settled on the bar stool. She propped her elbows on the edge of the bar, picked up her drink and dangled it from her fingers and limp wrist as she looked back over at me. Seeing my blatant attention, she shot a naughty grin as she spread her knees somewhat wide.

"Ho-ly fuck, you're hot," I laughed with true appreciation, her reputation the furthest thing from my mind.

"(Giggle!)"

Kitten

I clicked the mouse to replay the Pink Floyd song, the one Sheila had mentioned. Waiting through the first half of Thin Ice, I listened closer to the second, the part she was most likely speaking of. I replayed it three more times before I was done, sitting back in the computer chair, looking up at the ceiling contemplatively.

I could understand how she'd take these lines and make them her personal anthem, how someone like her would be forced to see things that way in order to sleep at night. It made me wonder at just how many lives she'd ruined and it was all too easy to picture the silent reproach of a million tear stained eyes behind her. She deserved to go through the thin ice, to drown in them.

The shower stopped and, a few minutes later, Gina's voice preceded her appearance from the bathroom. She was in a pretty good mood, which was a nice switch from her frowning disapproval, and it was something that I could maybe work some satisfaction out of as I thought again of Auntie Ashleigh and our naughty secret.

"-can't believe I wore that to the pool, even walked there like that without so much as a robe, but Kathleen is so cool and she made it seem so natural at the t- Uh oh. I can hear the wheels turning," she finished with a smile, a towel wrapped around her fabulous body while drying her hair with a smaller one.

She had that expression of light concern, the smiling one, the one my old Gina would often have on her face, and I was a little surprised to see it as she regarded me lovingly and obviously. I could tell she was horny. I could always tell when my Gina was horny.

I wore a fuchsia blouse and, following the example of both my aunts, I left it unbuttoned far enough to show the top of my simple, skimpy white bra. My matching cotton panties were hidden by a pair of medium blue stretch jeans that were short enough to perfectly bring off my snakeskin ball-breakers, the ones she'd bought me in what seemed like another lifetime as she patiently waited for my response.

"It's nothing."

"I doubt that. Spill."

I told her of the song Sheila had mentioned before playing it, telling her to pay special attention to that second half.

"Well, there's a lot of truth to that sentiment," she judged. "Unfortunately, some people would take that as convenient justification of their total disregard others."

"She was pretty unapologetic about the way she is, but I think it's just an act. I think she actually does have a conscience."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It's just that it can't stand up to her horny. She disregards her conscience because it's all she can do."

"That's a lot of credit for her, isn't it?"

"Maybe. Yeah, I guess. Auntie Ashleigh says I should give her a chance."

Gina regarded me for a moment before her eyes went to the floor, this being her turn to be contemplative before she looked back up at me to speak her mind.

"I'm reminded of something your cousin told me earlier about swimming with sharks."

"What was that?"

"About those who say that sharks aren't really dangerous, that they only bite people because they mistake them for seals. Whether or not Sheila has a conscious, she still bites. She's still dangerous."

"Good point. So, what was he telling you about swimming with sharks?"

"Like I said, I'm not sure of what point he was getting at. He asked me how I was with inconvenient truths and then got into this metaphor about swimming with sharks and how nobody could be blamed for not wanting to go in the water with the lifeguard."

"You think he was talking about Sheila?"

" ... I don't think so. He seemed a little dark about it and I have no idea what he was getting at."

"Curious."

"More like weird."

I didn't reply, instead looked at the computer screen's variety of available Pink Floyd songs while I processed this. Gina kept drying her hair, immersed in her own thoughts while I scrolled with no real interest in playing anything else.

"So, what do you wanna do?" she asked.

"About his shark thing?"

"In general."

" ... I don't know. ... How about something filthy?"

"Oh, here we go," she joked, familiar with this bored/horny mood, but she was probably unprepared for how my mind had been revved up.

"Really filthy."

"Uh huh."

Almost two hours later, we were outside, sitting at the patio table for an evening snack. Gina was dressed very nicely in a pair of black yoga pants that I convinced her to wear with an off the shoulder, pink top that showed off her bust line nicely without the cleavage she didn't really like showing anymore. At least she still had enough sense to wear a push-up bra and the pink, three inch heels I'd forced on her made her look almost like she used to.

The attractive, mid thirtyish, blonde Lynette approached our table, but I spoke before she did, smiling politely as I inquired of her.

"Lynette, have you ever been an exotic dancer?"

"No, Ma'am," she replied with a smile.

"You could be."

"Very nice of you to say, Ms. Burchell."

"No, it's true. Isn't it, Gina?"

"A- yes. Yes, you certainly could be a very successful dancer."

Lynette was sincerely complimented by our opinion and, in her smart business suit, I could all too easily see her on the stage of my mind's eye. She even had this short black tie that I made mental note of for myself in the future as I eyed her chest, completely covered by the conservative silver blouse that was buttoned to her neck.

"Why not try it?" I suggested, excited as hell, adding, "For me and Gina."

"Would you prefer music?" she asked to Gina's subtle gasp.

"Uh... I never thought of that." I said, thinking that music really would be better, especially for the very compliant Lynette.

"Kat, I hope you haven't-"

"Don't worry, sweetie pie."

Quite possibly, it was only her hormones that accepted that, but she said nothing further as we both watched Lynette produce one of those new flat screen phones with all the 'app' thingies, whatever they are.

"Preferences, Ma'am?"

I looked at Gina and I could see she was into this despite herself. This was far different from what happened with Bradley the groundskeeper, and I figured it was safe to let her have some say with a raised brow.

Laughing a little, she hesitated before allowing, "Ava Adore."

I let out a low giggle. It was one of Gina's all time, professional favourites and for good reason. She had that particular little act down to genius level standards, and I was a little surprised she'd chosen it, but damned glad she did.

"Very well, Ms. Green."

"It's Gina's dance, by the way," I put in, looking at Gina as she laughed nervously, looking back at me with cautioned good humour, obviously trusting me not to take things too far despite her hormones.

Then the music was starting, the electronic gizmo turned up and put on the table as Lynette began seductively moving to the music with a big smile for my Gina. I had to hand it to the older blonde; Once that slightly nervous smile faded, she quickly became really good for someone who'd claimed to have never danced before. She even took her pace into account, considering most acts last over the time-space of three songs, and the demeanor of her body matched that of her face, erotically complimenting the powerful, dirty beat of the Smashing Pumpkins tune.

What began as a curiously hesitant self exploration rather quickly became harder rubbing that displaced her clothes, lowered her full, bottom lip. She grabbed aggressively at her boobies while looking Gina up and down, pulling her blazer open at her belly and practically walking out of it as she advanced on her from across the table. Lynette made a show of removing the chair that was there, pointedly setting it aside while never taking her eyes from Gina in a pose that thrust her boobies and bum out, feet at shoulder width until she again advanced.

Our private dancer was up on the table, neatly under our umbrella in a lithe movement I might never have expected from someone who wore a suit. Gina was surprised and visibly impressed, but still transfixed while our server pressed her boobies around the umbrella pole. With a wanton flourish, she slowly tore her blouse open, and I couldn't help but smile wider when I heard a small sound come from Gina. I tore my eyes from Lynette and caught my lover's eye, enjoying her excited expression. It all but thanked me.




Sera Ch. 05



Soon, Lynette was on her back, moaning ever so softly while squirming slowly out of her business slacks, only one of her hands helping because the other was already playing with her pussy. Her large C boobies were swaying in their bra cups, their restraint almost as skimpy as mine and also white. One of her nipples started to reveal itself while she continued to focus on Gina as though sex with her was life itself. By the time the server had kicked her pants off to reveal her white thong and the hand inside it, Gina's hand was slowly stroking her own upper chest, fingertips just dipping below her neckline towards her heaving boobies. Oh, she loved this.

When Lynette pulled the crotch off her panties aside to reveal her shaved snatch, Gina gasped again and her fingers wandered further down her top, as well they might. Lynette had a beautiful body and, more importantly, she'd do whatever I told her, even demonstrating this after a few whispered words to her ear.

Gina put up little resistance when Lynette pulled her face down to hers and my heart sped up as their lips met. Lynette's tongue prodded my lovely Gina's lips, not having to wait long before Gina parted them to moan softly, the perfect underscore to the idea that just then hit me.

I can't account for where in my mind the idea to do what I did next came from, but I knew it was so good. Smiling, I quietly rose from my seat. By the time I was standing where Lynette had started, she was pulling Gina's top down against the half hearted protests of Gina's hands. The last I saw, she was being pulled up on the table, Lynette's hand as bold between her legs as they were between her own while my lover, friend and sister allowed it with a broken groan.

Steven

"Sheila, c'mon, get serious!" I laughed, knowing she was perfectly serious.

"I'm horny! I've been sitting here drinking... well, probably longer than I'd care to admit, and I'm horny!"

"Well, so am I."

"So jerk off while you watch."

"What?" I'm your nephew! You're my aunt!"

"So what?"

"Well, doesn't that bother you?"

"Not even a little. Besides, you weren't worried about that when we were all over each other a little while ago. You know you want to watch."

"I don't want to watch you getting fucked and I don't want to jerk off while you do it," I lied.

"You lie."

" ... Admittedly," I said, somewhat buzzed myself at this point. "But you're not doing it."

"Oh, I'm not doing it?"

"No. I don't want you to."

She grinned wider, pinched my cheek and shook a little, replying, "Awwwww! You're trying to be a gentleman and stop your aunt from making a slut out of herself. Too late! (Giggle!) Why not just enjoy it, kid?"

"Why not go up to your apartment and sober out a little?"

"I don't want to," she patiently explained with a smile. "I want to get fucked. If you really don't want to watch, okay, but I'm going to take this dress off, get Sheldon's cock out, suck it hard and have him shove it right up m-"

"Okay, let's go," I said, getting off the bar stool and looking at her with a serious grin.

" ... Oh my fuck, you mean it, don't you?"

"Absolutely."

"What, are you jealous? I know you're hot for me, but come on."

"I'll carry you if I have to," I warned.

"Try it and I'll squeeze your nads to a pulp." She shot back with a grin that was just as serious as mine.

"That'd be a mistake."

"Yeah? And why's that, kid?"

"First, your little hands will never get near them. Second is because if you try it... I'll chuck you into the pool."

There was a small crowd in the bar by that time, nine including the bartender, and they were all watching interestedly at this point with smiles. Sheila looked at them with amazement, then back to me with an open mouthed smile, her bright blue eyes dancing with a subtle darkness.

"You little puke... you wouldn't dare..."

"Why the hell wouldn't I? At my grad party, I picked up my ex-girlfriend and hopped into the pool with her and, if you and Mum were speaking, she'd tell you I'm responsible for a lot worse than that."

" ... Nuh uh. Yer a mummy's boy, just li-! Ahhhh, hey!"

She was easy to pick up, but a lot harder to keep hold of and, as she promised, she went for my balls and, unlike I promised, I wasn't able to stop her. I hollered in agony, staggered and almost fell, but somehow made it close enough to the pool, amidst the cheers for Sheila, to fire her in. She flew through the air for a second, screaming with arms and legs flailing before there was a big splash, prompting cheers from my side of the audience as I sank to my knees.

"(Ssputt! Thputt!) Fuuuck!" Sheila screamed.

"Ohh-hhh, god, oh god, oh god, you stupid, crazy bitch!"

At this point, the small crowd were all laughing, some of them coming to see if I was alright, others helping Sheila up and out of the pool after she'd waded to the edge. She ended up standing beside me, dripping wet in her own puddle as she reached down and helped me up.

"You're just as fucked up and crazy as your mother!"

"(Groan!) So are you. Oh, the pain!" I gasped.

"Well... I guess both of us will know better next time, huh?" she asked, laughing afterwards. "Come on, you win."

"It doesn't feel like it," I managed as I limped towards the door with her help.

My singing testicles were easier to laugh about by the time she helped me to the main level of the house, especially since it was also easy to see by her soaked dress that she wasn't wearing a bra and those nipples were as tall and hard as Mum's get.

"You ruined my hair," she informed.

"You ruined my sex life."

" ... You know what they say about me is true, right? I mean, I hope you don't think you're saving me from myself, because that train left the station a long time ago, sweetie pie."

I only shrugged, my walking getting easier and more pain free with each passing minute as we took our time.

"Mind you, it's pretty sweet of you to think that way. I'm even kinda glad I didn't get fucked. In fact, I'm even sorry I squeezed your balls."

"It's little consolation," I said with a pained grin.

"Well, you're not the one who has to find something to use as a dildo now."

"Don't you have one?"

"Why would I bother?"

"It's really not as good? I'd think-"

"No way," she said, shaking her head. "No way in frozen hell does a dildo even approach a man. I mean, he'd have to be tiny, ya know?"

"I wouldn't."

"You're not tiny?"

"No, but I meant that, being a man, I wouldn't know. I thought the vagina worked for any size."

"Sure, within reason."

"So, umm... what ya gonna use?"

"Heh, for the dildo? You are horny, aren't you?"

"I'm curious," I admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Well... I have a little shampoo bottle that might be good, but it's kinda the wrong shape."

"What about a banana?"

"If I have to, but I used one once out of desperation and they don't hold up, at least not with me. I made a big mess inside and out."

"Oh. ... I know what you can use," I said, grinning wider.

"What?"

"It's perfect. Hell, it's classic. Come on, we'll go see if they have one."

"Okay, but what is it?"

"A surprise," I laughed.

Not long after, she was laughing with me, looking down at the Zucchini in her hands.

"There you go, Aunt Sheila. Go fuck yourself."

"Shut up!" she retorted, laughing as hard as I was at my friendly jibe. "Let's just go so I can make a man outta this vegetable and get it over with!"

We laughed so hard we almost pissed ourselves.

We made jokes about it all the way up to the second level, but we walked towards our apartments in silence for a little way before she spoke seriously.

"Hey, Stevo?"

"Yeah?"

"You're pretty brave to be so nice to me."

"Especially after you ruined my sex life," I agreed.

"(Giggle)"

"Oh sure, it's all giggles and hard nipples until somebody loses a testicle."

Sheila thought this hilarious and, after she stopped laughing, she commented, "Even your humour reminds me of..."

She broke off, looking up at me with hesitation and an unspoken apology.

"Of your father," I finished.

"I shouldn't... I'm sorry," she voiced."

"It's alright."

"Um... does it bother you?"

I started walking again, she with me before I replied with a sigh, "Not like it did, but I didn't take any offense at what you said. It's just what it represents."

She was silent for a few moments, a thoughtful frown on her pretty face before she toned, "Like me and Kitten. Kathleen and Mum."

I didn't reply to this, my mind returning to that old man in Saint John who'd known my grandparents and recognized me so easily as one of theirs.

"I know you two want each other," she stated.

"Huh?"

"You and Kitten. It was pretty obvious in the library yesterday."

"Yeah, she is my cousin."

"That won't matter while you're jerking off a bit later."

"Sheila!" I complained, knowing it was true.

"Heh... I read you like a book."

" ... Ya know what I hate about Burchell women?" I asked.

"What?"

"You're all so... fucking smart and observant."

She laughed softly at this as we approached her door, taking my hand in the one that wasn't holding the zucchini before speaking in a lowered voice.

"I found out how the, uh... tide brought us back."

"Yeah, me too," I replied with my voice lowered to match hers. "I had a meeting with Ashleigh earlier and she told me. Quite something, huh?"

She nodded, but only looked at me curiously.

"How much do you really know?" I asked outright.

"Not much. I was wondering the same about you and... I'd really like for us to talk. I've got the feeling you know more than you've said and I..."

"Yeah," I replied, not knowing quite what else to say and a little uncomfortable about it just then.

"I'm a little tanked right now," she admitted, "and I can't quite remember what I told you about that, but I didn't end up at... What was the place called?"

"Shoreline Residential."

"Right. Like I said, I didn't end up there by accident. Believe me, the last thing I ever wanted was to see that evil fucking freak again, but I didn't have any choice. By then, I mean even before Ashleigh's dreams, I knew I was... different. Of course, I remembered Mum, the likeness between she and Kathy, and I began really... thinking. It took a while before I could bring myself to start looking and I was sorry when I found her."

"I figured that's what drove you there. I wondered when Mum told me about you, but more so after I found out you'd been to Shoreline. It was so recent and it made you so much more real, but... all the more mysterious. I'm really glad I met you and I would have given one hell of a lot to get to compare notes with you two weeks ago."

"Ashleigh has answers, but she's waiting till everybody's on the same page before she gives any."

"That's pretty much what she told me, too."

"What about Kathy? Didn't you two discuss this?"

"Uh, that's... It's a long story and I'd rather not...."

"Of course," she nodded, standing so close and looking up at me with a smile more innocent than a woman like her deserves to wear. "We do need to get together though, don't you agree?"

"Agreed. I'd still love to compare notes."

"Good. I'm really glad I met you too, by the way."

In a fluidic movement, she put her hands around the back of my neck and ground against me, making me gasp subtly. Looking up at me, she informed with a regretful smile, "Your Mum will find out sooner or later, y'know."

"Yeah. Sooner."

"Will she really flip out?

I shrugged.

"What'll you tell her?"

"Dunno."

"She was never one to take what she saw as betrayal very well."

"Oh, I know," I assured her with a wry smile.

"And as long as she wants to choke the life out of me..."

"She will see it as betrayal," I finished.

"Yep. You sure you know what you're getting into, kid?"

There was a longish pause where we gazed directly into one another's eyes and... she wasn't caught up in my Jedi spell, nor I hers. Yet, that darkness that lived in defiance of her bright eyes was there, even inviting me in that spiritually parasitic way that made me want to fuck her even worse than I already did. I could tell she was experiencing something as well, but I was the one who spoke first.

"I know damned little. After what all I've been through, sometimes I don't know if I even give a shit anymore."

" ... We'll get together sometime tomorrow. In fact, I might even give you a surprise."

"A kick in the nads?"

"No, Mr. Smartass. Give your Aunt Sheila a kiss so we can go get ourselves off."

"I thought you didn't like 'Aunt Sheila'."

"Shut up and kiss me."

We started with a kiss, but were soon making out quite passionately, Sheila grinding hard against me as we both began breathing a lot heavier.

"Oh god!" she whispered.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned, kissing her mouth again, pressing her up against her door and grabbing her breast through her soaked dress.

We finally separated about ten seconds before I would have orgasmed in my pants. I practically staggered backwards a few steps and we stared at each other again, this time with barely controlled, animal lust. We each slowly smiled at the other with that same lust and I almost grabbed her again before she slipped inside her door.

I got myself off in the foyer of my apartment, unable to go any further without doing so and not even thinking of expending myself on my mother. My thoughts were of fucking the daylights out of the beautiful Sheila right up until the moment I came when they switched of their own accord to Kitten. Just like she said they would.

Kitten

I heard Gina come in a few hours after I returned to my apartment, but didn't move from my room where I lay on my bed. She turned the living room light on and I listened in the semi darkness of my bedroom, hearing some soft shuffling before the light went out and I heard her settling on the couch without even looking in on me. It was alright, because I had something on my mind, something I'd seen after I left her that bothered me and I wanted alone time to think about it. It's not as though I wasn't concerned, considering what I'd left her to the last time I saw her, but it was only sex and it wasn't as though she didn't have the right to refuse. Was it?

The next morning, I awoke with the same thing on my mind as the night before and I once again went over the incident before I got out of bed.

I'd just come inside from the patio, really getting off on just leaving poor Gina like that and already looking for another of Auntie's staff members when I heard my cousin's voice. I stopped up, waiting for him to appear until I heard the unmistakable, giggling voice of Sheila. It was a hard guess in that house, but I figured their voices were coming from upstairs as I listened to them already fading, more evidence that they'd just ascended the staircase and were probably on their way to the apartment wing.

I removed my ball-breakers and lightly sprinted up the staircase behind their voices, hurrying to the first corner where I flattened myself to the wall like action heroes do it on TV. I took a chance assumption that they'd already passed the next bend, peeked around and saw that I was correct. A few seconds later, I was flattened at the next corner, but their voices were lowered and I couldn't distinguish any words from this secretive conversation they were having. I didn't dare peek around because I was afraid I'd get caught spying, so I could only listen until their conspiring tones ended in what sounded like a low key tussle. Insane, unwarranted jealousy seared in my sternum as I stood there, moving down to create a first rate stomach cramp until I heard a door close. Moments later, I peeked around the corner just in time to see Steven hurriedly disappear behind his.

Returning to my room, no longer horny, I mulled this incident over, asking myself why it bothered me so much. I had Daddy. Daddy had me. What did Steven matter and why should I be jealous? Why should it bother me so?

Without much thought to Gina's escapade the next morning, I let her sleep in, thinking she'd appreciate telling me what happened after being woken to a tray full of yummy breakfast. Throwing on a thin yellow T-shirt without a bra and an old, tight pair of blue jeans that I'd cut off just above the knees, I tried to listen to the voice that said I had no right to be jealous over Steven. My snakeskin ball breakers and a wide, black plastic hair band finished my look and, despite my mood, I smiled and said hi to all the friendly staff who I met on the way to the kitchen.

Arriving there with my head in another universe, I looked around for a cook and saw Steven sitting at the island, a forkful of fried eggs paused on its way to his gaping mouth. His wide eyes were all over me but, an instant later, he seemed to recover himself.

"Um, (ahem), is the cook around?" I asked, suddenly flushing just a little and unable to meet his eyes.

"He'll be right back," he said, loading his mouth with the forkful he'd been holding and looking down at his plate after.

"Oh... Well, I'll just come back later, then." I said, beating a hopefully casual retreat for the door.

"He won't be that long. You can have my coffee while you wait, if you like; I didn't touch it."

He'd said it lightly, like he didn't care if I stayed or not, but I knew he wanted me to. I shrugged carelessly and approached the opposite side of the island with what I hoped looked like an indifferent attitude towards his company. Why either of us played this game, I don't know. It's not as if our feelings for each other were anything other than transparent. He slid the steaming, black mug towards me as I climbed up on the tall stool, still trying to avoid his beautiful eyes, the very same as my own, but not quite. His had that dark, yet somehow sparkly quality, much like his mummy, but nowhere near like Auntie Ashleigh's eyes.

As I took a sip, he said, "You look nice today."

"Um, thanks. Just something I threw on."

His eyes glanced down at my chest and back up to my face in an instant, making me remember what I didn't throw on and how erect my nipples were. I blushed and explained further.

"Uh, I normally wear a bra, it's just... Umm..."

He shrugged, seemingly still focused on his plate, and said, "You don't owe me any explanations. Anyway, you look just as nice... like that. (Ahem)"

" ... Thanks."

He finally looked up and gave me a genuine smile, his eyes glancing to my chest again while he did. I couldn't help arching my back a little after he looked back down at his plate to continue his breakfast.

"You look nice, too. Your outfit and... stuff."

"Thanks."

I nodded politely as I felt my horny slowly ratcheting up in his presence. I suddenly loved the fact that he saw me like this, but his fraternization with Sheila was bothering me. I'd just screwed up the nerve to ask him what was up with that when I realized why he seemed so familiar and where I'd seen him before.

"Oh... oh my god, I just realized..." I managed.

Gawping openly at the face I then remembered from the news just recently, I also recalled the televised, dated looking pictures of the blonde woman who was always behind him with her face down or covered, her son angrily shoving the thronging reporters out of their way.

"What?" he asked, only mildly curious.

"You're Steven Golding," I breathed.

Mild curiosity turned to dread and surprise as he froze. I could almost hear his heartbeat speed up as he struggled to recover his composure, but something else changed just then. It was in his eyes and I can't quite put my finger on it for explanation here but, for some moments, he was subtly different as a person. His beautiful eyes got more sparkly like Auntie Ashleigh's does, but also somehow dangerous and, inexplicably, miffy began to soak herself right there as her lips spread for him.




Sera Ch. 05



Once he did regain his composure, he went back to eating his breakfast with his eyes trained on his plate, slowly and deliberately, as though calculating the nutritional value of every bite. Finally, he replied in a careful tone that you'd expect to hear at a poker table.

"Yes. Son to the infamous Jeffery Golding. What of it?"

" ... Well, I... I'm just... surprised..."

"Yep. So was I."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

He shook his head, attention still on his plate, either dismissing my apology or the fact that I felt I owed him one, I couldn't be sure.

"I mean... well, it's not your fault. You didn't steal from all those people."

"May as well have."

He was right, too. I remembered the news footage and how I thought he was cute, but guilty as sin. I was actually disappointed that the police couldn't get anything on he and his mother, my certainty of their complicity offended at the outcome and their seeming innocence. Daddy once told me about how the news can shape our perceptions of truth and I had to wonder what it would be like being the target of mass media and all the viewers like me who followed it with flaming yard implements.

"I'm sorry," I said in a small voice, managing to tear my eyes away from his and adding after a silent pause, "I know you're a nice person. I can tell."

He broke a small, humourless grin, even this being better than his poker face, and said, "Thanks for your vote."

After yet another uncomfortable pause, I cleared my throat and changed the subject, offering, "Y'know... Sheila's not such a nice person. Hanging around with her leads to trouble."

"What?" he asked defensively.

"I'm just saying..."

"She's never done anything to me."

"Not yet."

"The same could be said for you."

"What do you mean?" I asked a little too defensively.

"I don't judge people by what others say about them, I give them the opportunity to prove to me what kind of people they are and, since I just met you, that goes for you, too."

"I would never hurt you."

"I don't know that."

" ... Yes you do," I answered in a quiet voice. "And you'd never hurt me, either. I'm supposed to have your babies."

He was in the middle of swallowing the last bite of his breakfast as he pushed his plate away. He choked over my words as my mind whirled at what I'd just said, wondering where in hell that came from, but I kept on speaking. It was almost as though it wasn't even me, despite how I firmly believed in every word I said and would never deny them again.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, I can taste it. I know you feel the same. You're mine, I'm yours and I don't want Sheila near you."

He seemed to be having real trouble and I was just beginning to wonder if I should attempt the Heimlich maneuver when he finally recovered. About that time, I seemed to come back to myself, and my own shock over the things I'd said was complete. I slowly covered my mouth with my hands as I stared at him, trying to remain calm and knowing that I wasn't about to take any of it back, but did I have to actually tell him? Holy shit!

He was speechless and I suddenly realized that I had to leave. He remained seated with that stunned expression, twisting and watching me as I hurried out of the room, still with one hand covering my mouth.

It struck me that I had no idea where Auntie Ashleigh would be but, luckily, it happened that I met up with Delores. I asked her while sluttily squeezing miffy through my jeans with one hand, one of my boobies with the other. Following her up the stairs, I gave myself a loudly groaning orgasm about halfway up, she having to come back and sit with me until I could recover.

When I arrived in my auntie's den, she looked up at me, at my face first until her eyes were distracted and then widened. Looking down, I saw the faded, light blue of my denims was dark and shiny wet in front of miffy. I was as amazed at this as she was, but my need still wasn't satisfied.

"Ooooh, Auntie," I moaned in quiet, trembling desperation, "I made myself cum in my jeans!"

"Oh, sweetie pie..." she huskily breathed. "Come here, let Auntie pull your pants down and make it all better."

A small, broken, needy hum escaped my throat as I hurried over and behind her desk. She was dressed in an extremely short, black, stretch mini-skirt, so short it clearly revealed the tops of her black stockings and the garter straps that lined her thighs. In contrast, her white, satiny blouse was buttoned right up to her neck, but lacked sleeves and shoulders. The whole outfit, along with how her hair was up, really did make her seem like some sort of Domina, and it only turned me on all the more.

In the same smoky voice, she instructed me to remove my shirt while she unfastened the front of my pants. She worked them down over my hips and to the top of my thighs by the time I was dropping the yellow cotton shirt to the floor. She leaned forward and licked miffy with quick, flashing strokes as two of her fingers disappeared up inside, bringing me to hollering orgasm again. Her other hand was around my middle and holding me fast at the small of my back as she began sucking at my clitoris. God, it was so good.

At the back of my mind though, was the vague knowledge that everything had changed. It wasn't only Steven who I'd admitted my true feelings to, but also myself. I'd said it right out loud with a witness, hadn't I? I thought of Gina, then Daddy as Auntie Ashleigh laid me out on her desk to begin hurriedly removing my jeans the rest of the way, leaving me naked.

She made horny cooing sounds as her eyes and hands rubbed my body all over, telling me how she loved me and always had, halting her hands long enough to pull her skirt up, revealing no panties. Daddy and my home seemed so far away as she climbed up on her desk, straddling my face. In a sense, it didn't even seem like home anymore, not like this place and the wet snatch I eagerly met with my tongue as she in turn went down on me in earnest.

I soon stopped thinking about Gina, Daddy, home and everything.



Steven

Furious laps up and down the length of Ashleigh's pool wouldn't take my mind off the things Kitten had said anymore than they diminished the straining erection in my trunks. It began as soon as she sat across from me in the kitchen, a meeting that I couldn't help but maneuver with the offer of my coffee, and grew to what must have been personal record breaking proportions by the time she hurried off. I finally stopped at the edge of the pool, out of breath and remembering the wet spot between her legs, when I noticed I wasn't alone.

Monique, the pool-girl, was serving my reclining Aunt Ashleigh a drink with lots of fruit and a little umbrella. She watched the polite and cheery young woman in the orange micro bikini leave, herself wearing a shiny bronze coloured bikini that covered little more than that of her employee's. I was rubbing chlorinated water out of my eyes when she regarded me with a sunny smile.

"Good morning, sweetie pie."

"'Morning."

"Sleep well?"

"Uh huh. You?"

"Always. Come on out, I had Monique bring you a nice, cold white Russian."

I really didn't want to get out in front of her with the situation I had in my trunks, so I tried to dodge this invitation by informing her, "White Russians are woman's drinks, Ashleigh. Even I know that."

"Don't be stupid. Besides, vodka leaves way less smell on your breath and you can't run around in public reeking of beer all the time."

"Probably why Mum drinks vodka."

"Take a lesson, then. C'mon."

"I don't think I'm quite finished here."

"Whatever."

Several more laps didn't cure the problem in my trunks, especially not with her watching. In the end, I was exhausted and had to get out in any case, so I just did.

"Wow! Oooh, baby, yes!" she laughed, clapping her hands as I came to a resigned halt.

"I can't help it." I droned.

Moving to the lounger beside hers, I didn't mention why I couldn't help it, actually happy to be distracted by a much better view of her, the three triangles that covered the private areas of her body.

"I love those trunks."

"Mum bought them."

"I bet she did... Do you like my suit?"

"Yeah. Where's the rest of it?"

"With the retailer, where it belongs. So, what are you up to today?"

"Don't know. I did have an open appointment with you, but I'm guessing we're doing that now." I offered, taking a glance between her legs while she wasn't looking.

She spread her legs a little as though she knew what I did while replying, "Why not?"

The biggest reason 'why not' was that I hadn't had a chance to speak with Mum since their meeting. But what good would that have been anyhow? After having left the ball in my court, it wasn't as though Ashleigh would have told Mum anything she didn't want me to know. Regardless, it still bothered me, this necessity of being pressed to act while feeling like I wasn't completely informed.

"I don't like this. I don't like sneaking around behind my mother's back. I did it once before and it turned out to be a fuckin' disaster. This time, I'd actually be betraying her, and I don't like it."

"You'd be helping her. It's for her own good, you know that."

"I'd still be conspiring against her and I wasn't going to handle it that way again."

"You weren't going to handle it at all. She was going to handle you just like she has been and you never would've stopped her."

"There's no telling that, and I can't afford to have a defeatist's attitude on this. You have to understand that my only real concern here is Mum, and this problem has to be dealt with one way or another before it's too late for her. I'm not willing to accept that she has to stay here for the rest of her life while I just give up on helping her. It's no different than having her committed."

"I wouldn't go that far. Besides, what do you think you're going to do about it? Her deterioration can be slowed, controlled even, but not stopped."

"I want to find out what it is and get rid of it if possible."

"'It'?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, it. The parasite that plagues this fucked up family. You help me get it out of her and- What?"

Her expression had changed subtly, but I caught it as she turned her face away from mine in favour of staring into her glass while she lazily sipped from its straw. It was an expression of offense or indignation.

"I didn't mean to insult you, although I don't know how I could. You of all people must see this for what it is."

"Obviously you don't. I already told you that I don't want to talk about this without the others present, but let me set this straight for you. You can't get rid of it. Ever. I've looked into this and you're right; of all people, I do see it for what it is. It's us."

"I can't accept that."

"Well, one of these days you will," she announced curtly, "and in the meantime, I suggest you go along with me where your mother is concerned, but first thing's first and that's Kitten. We can't have open dialogue that will eventually help to keep your mother on the rails until she's included so, if you're serious about helping your mum, get your priorities straight."

"Kitten isn't even sane," I almost grated.

"That's preposterous."

"No it isn't. She just got done telling me she's supposed to have my babies."

She actually choked on her drink and had to lean over the side of her lounger while I watched her heaving chest until she recovered.

"She what?"

"You heard me. She's nuts."

"She actually told you that?"

"She also said that I was hers, she was mine and to stay away from Sheila."

"Oh, that's not good."

"No shit. And don't think I missed the similarities between her and your mother. She's retarded or something, just like she was."

"She's not retarded and if you ever tell her anything like that, both your mother and I will beat your head in. She's just... developmentally stunted... in some areas."

"Sounds like retarded to me," I remarked, taking a sip from my glass while imagining the scrumptious little tard sucking my cock until I came down her throat.

"Has it occurred to you..." she trailed off.

"What? She really is supposed to have my babies because the parasite wants it? Yeah, I have. So what? It's no reason to knock up my cousin."

"I really wish you wouldn't use that term."

"What?"

"Parasite," she specified. "You may not have faced up to who and what you are, but I have and I find that term offensive. Please stop using it, sweetie pie."

" ... Okay. Well, as I was saying-"

"Do you want her?"

The pause I took before answering, wondering if there was any point in lying, was taken up by another question from her.

"When did this happen?"

"In the kitchen, just over an hour ago."

"Uh huh. That explains something."

"What does it explain?"

"I saw her a little while ago and she was... riled up. And that's what's got you so horny," she said, resting her eyes on my midsection.

"Yes," I sighed, "but it doesn't mean-"

"And she feels the same about you."

"Well yes, but... Shit. Yes, we're very attracted to one another." I conceded. "And I mean very attracted."

"There ya go. See? Kitten is your concern. Didn't I tell you that?"

"Oh, no. My problem is Mum and I am not gonna fall into this and get distracted from my purpose, which is saving her from herse-"

"Wrong. Your first priority is to help me get Kitten in the know as soon as possible, and then help mend fences in this family so it's not so 'fucked up' as you put it. Then we can all talk about this together and make a family effort of helping your mum. And don't ever think I don't care about her; I do. Sure, she's a mouthy, self-important little bitch, but she's my little bitch and I love her. I'm as afraid for her as you are and, as I told you last night, she's very quickly becoming someone... unpleasant. I know why and I can..."

She trailed off at my silent, humourless laughter.

"Steven, I don't think this is very funny and, if I were you, I wouldn't laugh because I have a good idea she's killed your grandmother."

"Heh heeeeehhhh. Do you?"

"Yes, I do! No way she died of a simple heart attack."

"Well, it wasn't simple, but it was a heart attack. I oughta know, cause I was there."

" ... You were?"

"Oh, yeah. I assume that must have been your investigator's night off, or something. Anyway, after dear old Grammie killed one of her caregivers and severely fucked up a good friend of mine, all thanks to you leading me to the ungodly thing, Mum had to go put things right."

Ashleigh slowly sat up in her lounger, looking at me seriously while I sipped my drink. It really was quite good, if a bit too strong. Raising a brow and through a grim, sarcastic smile, I went on.

"Apparently, your mum had a little game she used to like to play when Mum was a kid, among others, called 'peekaboo'. She'd hold a pillow over Mum and Sheila's faces at night... Well, since turnabout's fair play, Mum had a little game of 'peekaboo' with her. Once the fucked up old bat was hysterical enough, why Mum just kicked in the door to her mind and ransacked the place. Ya know?"

My aunt's luscious body actually jerked in some automatic response, almost as if my story forced its way into her head as Mum forced her way into Marie's that night at Shoreline Residential.

After a pause, she managed, "She was... our mother."

"From what I can tell, your mother, with the help of our generational family guest, created a monster who eventually became my mother."

"She was our mother." She repeated adamantly. "Yes, she had problems, but she was family!"

"Know what?"

"What!?"

"Welcome to my world. Nobody's ever gonna find my father."

Her building anger dropped off as she caught my meaning and, having no answer for this, her jaw lowered a little.

"Or his girlfriend."

Ashleigh blinked her only reply.

"I keep having this mental image of Mum feeding them into a wood chipper after she's poisoned them, or something. I imagine her with that look on her face when she's-"

"She... killed your father too? Is this what you're telling me?"

"And his girlfriend," I reminded with a raised index finger. She more or less told me so."

"Oh my fff..."

"Remember that laptop bag she was carrying the other day when we first got here?"

Ashleigh closed her eyes while I continued as though, had she her way, she'd hear no more. But there was more and I wanted to know if this would put her off, how solid she was in really standing for Mum.

"It's full of money. Drug money, I suppose. It belonged to a guy named Merle Cunningham just before he met with his tragic and very unlikely demise. Oh yeah, Mum's been busy. In fact, I asked her and she told me that she's murdered no less than fourteen people in her life. Fourteen. How's that, huh?

"So, I understand your concern over how Mum is becoming a very dangerous person, but I'm afraid that ship has long sailed. This is what I mean when I say that she's my only priority here, and that I don't have time to get distracted by anything else, no matter how much I want to bang the hell out of my retarded cousin. This is serious shit for me and I'll do whatever I have to do because I made a promise to her, to my real mother, that I'd get her back. I promised and that promise has caused me a lot of grief to date- someone died because of that promise- and I'm not giving up now."

I got out of the lounger, noticing my erection had died in conversation along with my fatalistic sarcasm. Walking a few agitated steps away, I silently rubbed some stress out of my face with my back to her, away from her for a time so I could think. When I turned, Ashleigh was lying back again, although not as posed as she had been. She appeared to be absorbing the things I'd told her and I could definitely relate to that feeling. She finally spoke after I'd been staring at a spot on the pool deck three feet in front of me in silence for a bit.

"I had no idea. Like I said, my investigators were never that invasive, so I... (Siiigh) What do you want? What do you need?"

"I need to be able to trust you, to believe you when you say this thing can't be removed. Because it's not... natural, and I have to know for myself if that's true or not before I give her to you to control the problem for as long as you can."

"That's a lot to ask for right here. I can't make you trust me, but I wish you would because I'm telling you the truth and, in time, you'll see that. But in the meantime, while you're learning that you can trust me, it's your mother who'll be suffering."

After a few seconds thought, I nodded grudgingly.

"Besides, if I did know a way to get rid of it, wouldn't I have done so by now?"

" ... I suppose."

"Trust is something we'll all have to work on because you're not the only one who wants answers. Sweetie pie, you've obviously been through a lot and this promise you told me about... You need to learn some things before you can even see where you stand with that promise. And after what you told me... No way in hell your mother leaves here. Uh uh. I wouldn't let you take her. I know you can't take care of her, I know you don't even fully understand what's going on with her, and it's definitely in both your best interests that she stay here. End of."

"Maybe we'll see what she has to say about that."

"But you'll never ask her."

"Won't I?"

"No. You don't want to blow it with me in case I really am solid. You'd never burn this bridge."

" ... You have a funny way of building trust, Aunt Ashleigh."

"I'm doing you a favour that your paranoid and suspicious mind won't let you do for yourself."




Sera Ch. 06



Steven

Arguing with Ashleigh was like arguing with myself, both our minds made from what Walton had contributed, and it was as irritating as it was strange. A sour mood stayed with me the entire way back to the house and up to my apartment. Grabbing a shirt and a beer, I sat at the computer and started looking up the list of pharmaceuticals from Ashleigh's sickbay to get my mind off things.

Almost two hours later, I still hadn't finished when I got up to stretch, wondering if Mum was back from wherever. My mood had lightened, my curiosity tickled by the manifest which included such potent painkillers as Morphine and Oxycontin, antipsychotics like Olanzapine and Clonazepam. My mind revisited the conversation with Ashleigh at the pool as I found myself leaving my apartment.

"You have to go along with her," I advised under my breath.

"I know. Shut up."

Mum's door was unlocked, meaning she was finally back, so I went right in, wishing I'd grabbed something to drink before I left my place. Walking into her living room, I was greeted by Mum leaning against her kitchenette counter, legs spread, panties around one high heeled ankle while she held her skirt up so Kitten could suck and lick between her legs. The younger woman's hands were on Mum's ass, her eyes closed as she went to town, making her namesake moan deliriously until she saw me standing there.

"Oh my god! Oh shhh-!" Mum started, pulling her skirt down over Kitten's head as if to hide what was happening there while her mouth gaped at me.

I was gaping as well. I didn't know what to say as I watched Kitten, on her knees in front of my mother, slowly duck out from under her skirt. Her mouth and cheeks were soaked and it looked like Mum had already orgasmed at least once. After a rather longish, awkward pause where I stared aghast at them, they at me, she cleared her throat and spoke in her girlish voice, so much like Marie's, without looking at my face.

"Uhh... I should probably go."

"(Ahem)" Mum uncomfortably expressed, adding, "I'll catch up later."

Kitten nodded and scurried around me, gone out the door two seconds later to leave Mum and I staring at each other. She'd let her skirt fall back down and had stepped out of her underwear.

"You knew I liked her," she said a bit defensively. "If you have a problem with it, I'm sorry, but you know how we are and you'll have to accept it."

" ... Fine."

It was anything but fine. She'd mostly recovered herself at this point and came sashaying over the way she does when she's horny, stopping less than a foot away to face me before speaking with a soft, but firm tone.

"Is it? You want her too. I know you do."

"Don't."

"It's true."

"Can you not just... try to act normal? Just while we're here? We made a deal, you and I, remember? Remember the last hurrah with the Driscolls?"

"First, I am acting 'normal', and second... this is different. Very different."

"You always say that. You always will say that."

"You wanna fuck her sooo baaad," she whispered, pressing against me, grinding my stiffening cock between us as she grabbed my chin, forcing a face to face. "Look me in the eyes, sweetie pie. It's okay."

Token resistance on my part led to her trying to use more force. I reacted by almost violently pushing her away from me and, without looking at her, strode quickly out of the room. She called after me once. There was this note of surprise in her voice and maybe that's what made her tone seem so pleading. Whatever it was, ignoring her then was one of the hardest things I've ever done.

I didn't go back to my apartment, rather kept walking pointedly down the hall towards no destination. I was drunk with desire, the excitement I denied at seeing them together. My dick demanded I go back, but I was mad at my mother for messing with Kitten and for trying to nudge me.

Eventually, after a servant brought me a drink, I found myself vaguely, almost subconsciously pondering the four disturbingly dark, seasonal paintings in the main hall again. I was mostly thinking about Mum and Kitten, feeling let down by them both. I know that sounds stupid after all that had happened up to that point, but there it is. My mind wasn't even half on the leering, evil face in the springtime field, rather my eyes were taking it in without opinion beyond its unsettling nature.

 

Kitten

"Slutty, are you listening to me?"

I wasn't. Mind you, I was trying, but I couldn't get my shocking words to Steven out of my mind, or the fact that I knew them to be true "Yes, I'm listening."

"It shouldn't have happened."

"What was so bad about it?"

"It was cheating! Why did you... Why did you do that?"

"I just got her to strip for us, you did what you wanted, remember?"

" ... I was- that's not the point, I'm saying it shouldn't have happened!"

"Okay, Gina, don't get excited."

"You don't understand..."

"What don't I understand?" I asked, paying proper attention now. "So you messed around a little with Lynette, so what? No harm done."

Instead of answering, she almost whipped her body out of the chair and paced quickly away to the bathroom. I sighed, looking after her and waited a few minutes before it was clear I'd have to go in after her.

I stopped to mix a drink first.

Still in her red, satin nightgown, she was sitting on the edge of the huge tub regarding the floor as though the pattern in the stone tiles could change for the worse at any second. She looked up at me, eyes distracted by my drink before settling on my face.

"Are you okay?" I asked carefully.

"I regret what happened. Yes, I wanted to... She's very beautiful, but I can't believe it went so far. The way I felt... I just don't understand how I could've let things get that far."

Settling beside her, I put my other arm around her shoulders and held her while I tried to think of something to tell her. The problem was that I loved what happened, whatever it was, and had no regrets over my part in it. The thought of just leaving her there, imagining what all would happen was such a turn on for me and it still was as I sat there with her, but it wasn't just about me. It was like a little gift for her, and I thought she should enjoy it. Yes, it was technically cheating, but it somehow didn't seem that way to me.

"Gina, nobody's blaming you and nobody thinks any less of you, myself included. You obviously enjoyed yourself, and what of it? Leave it at that."

"I can't- Kat, I'm afraid it's just not that simple. Oh my god, I keep remembering how one of the groundskeepers happened by and just stopped... watching. How embarrassing!"

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," I told her as this bit of information titillated me.

She shook her head, but not in agreement, more dismissal of my efforts before speaking again.

"I think we should leave."

" ... Wh- wait, we agreed on two-"

"Now. Like, pack our things and just go."

"What? And not even say goodbye? That would be rude," I countered.

"Fine, tell them goodbye, tell them whatever, but make it quick and let's go. We'll start packing now."

She'd actually gotten up and was heading out of the bathroom, me right behind her and arguing defiantly, "Gina, we agreed on two weeks! Two weeks, Gina!"

"I know what we agreed on, but things have changed and we're leaving, so start packing and-"

"Hey!"

I'd said this with more than defiance in my tone and it stopped Gina in her tracks. She turned and looked at me with a little surprise as I went on in a hard voice, our eyes locked.

"You're not the only one making decisions here, in fact, you're just along for the ride. You don't tell me what to do. Understand?"

"I thought I was along as your friend," she countered in a low voice, quite obviously on her heels.

"Yes, you are my friend. That's why I don't talk down to you."

"Kat, I don't mean-"

"I'm not going anywhere and neither are you."

"Bu-"

"Sit down, Gina."

She sat slowly in the nearby chair, staring at me, and I must admit that I got a thrill over successfully telling someone else what to do for a change. However, I walked over and casually sat on the arm, stroking her beautiful, shiny black hair, running my nails up her scalp like she does to me while we continued to behold one another's eyes.

"Sweetie pie, you know I love you," I started again, restraining myself in a somewhat sweeter tone, "but I'm just not finished here yet and we don't want to have to explain to Daddy why you came home early and stranded me here. Right, smutty?"

She nodded and whispered, "I guess."

"See? I'm not stupid. I know what I'm doing. Now, there's a little something I want to look into for a while, so why don't you get some rest here? You'll feel better about all this later on, okay? 'Cause I really think you're still a bit tired from the trip and a bit overly freaked out. Right?"

"Maybe."

"Definitely. Come on, I'll get your slippers and send for your breakfast."

A half hour later, I was both disappointed and relieved when Sheila didn't answer her bell. Asking the servants did no good as, apparently, they didn't keep tabs on us. Of course, I checked her usual haunt, the parlour in front, but she wasn't there, neither was she in the kitchen. I decided to take breakfast outside and that's where I met up with Auntie Kathleen.

"Good morning, sweetie pie," she offered with a bright smile.

My own smile turned big. She looked so awesome, paused by the table in an olive green dress that looked much like something Sheila might wear, but with a subtle, more alluring sort of 'naughty mummy' look. It was thin, buttoning up the front to a low, squared neckline and I could tell right away that she wasn't wearing a bra, though her boobies didn't sag as one might expect. The elbow length sleeves were just snug enough to create that appeal, the same as the rest of the dress and the hemline was short enough to draw the eye, although not quite indecent. Her astounding nipples could best be described as 'out there', and I giggled, trying to rip my eyes from them and the stark lines of her bikini panties.

"You like my outfit?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Maybe a little slutty without a bra?"

"Yeah."

"Uh huh," she laughed, her eyes glancing over my body.

I was wearing one of my signature pairs of old, faded, singing tight jeans that Daddy liked to jokingly call 'spray-on cut' with a black T-shirt I used to wear when I was in grade seven. It was actually a boy's T-shirt with a blue Chevrolet bowtie, now half faded and distorted as it stretched across my boobies, the worn thin cotton making the yellow triangles of my bikini bra stand out. I'd wear this shirt out a lot, but always with a long work shirt, or jacket over it. Not today.

Her exciting smile was on me again as she sat across from me at the table. My eyes were on her popping nipples as she put hers on my boobies again, this time a longer look that she seemed to enjoy. My smile widened as uncontrollably as my heart raced and, as her eyes met mine, A moment passed between us, a perverted sort of understanding and love that wasn't serious, just a secret little laugh.

She asked in a playfully sultry voice, "Isn't it fun to uh... show off a little sometimes?"

"Uh huh. I like to."

"Yeah..."

"Auntie..." I almost whispered, "do you like girls?"

"(Giggle)"

"(Giggle) Um, so do I. (giggle!)"

"I know."

"You do?" I asked, surprised but not alarmed, barely able to stop giggling.

"Uh huh. Both you and Gina."

"But, how?"

"I just knew, but the way you two were checking me out at the pool would've removed any doubt. The secretive, almost guilty way Gina did it and how you were spreading your lovely thighs to give me a nice look... I must say, I loved it."

"OMG!" I laughed, embarrassed.

"I don't mind, sweetie pie."

We gazed into each other's eyes and there was another special moment, an electric pause that started with our little understanding, snowballing to something that was really turning me on. The approaching, young servant broke the spell of her beautiful soul, smiled politely and took our orders. Auntie was very polite in return, watching his bum as he left.

"Where's Gina?" she asked.

"She's still a little tired from the trip, Auntie."

"Oh. Sleeping?"

"Resting."

"Okay. So, what are you up to?"

"I was looking for someone."

"Any luck?"

No," I answered, deciding not to mention last night's incident involving Sheila and Steven.

"It just so happens," she casually informed, "that I was looking for someone, too."

"Really?"

"Steven. Have you seen him?"

I looked at her with a blank expression, recalling once again my shocking earlier words to him before replying, "Yes. He was in the kitchen."

"When was this?"

"An hour and a half ago." I guessed.

"I don't suppose he said where he was going?"

"Sorry."

"Ah well. It's a big house, but he'll turn up sooner or later. Is everything alright, sweetie pie?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Nothing I can't handle."

She liked this and I experienced yet another instant with her, this time a sort of family bonding, a knowledge that I was with people who were like me, who could understand me and existed the way I did. In the moment, it fairly blew me away that I'd gone all this time without being aware of such an important aspect of my life as Sheila's side of the family. I never once considered that there could be others, let alone what they'd be like.

"Sweetie pie?"

"Yes, Auntie?"

"Have you been, uh... sampling the help?"

" ... Well... (Giggle)"

"Yeah, me too."

"I didn't really do anything," I explained with a guilty grin, "and Gina doesn't like me doing stuff, so..."

"Neither did I, really. I had a maid take off her clothes out of curiosity, you know, to see if they really would perform like Ash said."

"Um. I did something like that."

"Well, uh... do you want to go and do something... else?"

"Sure."

Our light breakfasts arrived and we spoke of all the little nothings and niceties that brought people closer as we ate, the sexual tension between us rising in the background the entire time. Afterward, we went walking along sunny paths broken by the occasional tunnel through the trees until we came across a couple of men working with shovels.

"Hi," Kathleen greeted the two gardeners, introducing herself after.

"Hello", one returned. "Name's Jack."

"Of course it is," she smiled.

"This is Rob."

She exchanged pleasantries with the younger Rob before introducing me to the two men. They'd been bordering some lawn at the edge of the trees and were both sweaty and pumped in their Bermuda work shorts and unbuttoned shirts.

"Do you like my dress?" she asked.

They replied with positivity and obvious sincerity, eyes all over her boobies and those spectacularly erect nipples.

"Doesn't Kitten look good?"

Their replies to this were just as positive and I felt myself getting wet as their eyes roamed over my curves. I could see they were just getting a little hard, their stiffening rods starting to tent their shorts and I actually tried to caution myself in Gina's absence, but my horny was racing with the possibilities. I wondered how far Auntie Kathleen would go and became even more excited.

"A little over dressed, though. Why don't you take your shirt off?"

It was a dare, I could see it in her wicked, playful smile when it wasn't fixed on my boobies. I giggled and moved to remove it, doing it slowly. Sticking out my chest, I pulled it up over my swell and off, dropping it on the grass with a wild grin, a red face and a dare of my own.

"Auntie- (giggle!) turn around so they can see your bum... and bend over."

Her expression was out of this world. Now she had the wild grin, but turned around just the same.

"Spread your feet a little too, Auntie. Like a slut."

This really had an effect and it was easy to tell we shared that little kink, another strange, Burchell family anomaly. Parting her feet, she slowly bent over, showing impressive flexibility for a woman one could call voluptuous. When she stopped, her fingertips were almost touching the toes of her four inch heeled shoes. The back of her hem rode just high enough so that the three of us could see her heavy pussy filling the crotch of her pink panties.

"Nice, Eh guys?" I asked.

"Very nice," Jack answered while Rob only nodded.

Miffy was getting plenty moist and this sight really drove her on, like the rapidly hardening penises in front of me. After we all got a good look, she straightened up, looking at me with a flush to match mine, hemline staying where it had ridden up to continue showing off the bottom of her bum and panties. But it was her turn and she didn't hesitate in getting down to business.

"Show us your titties, you little slut."

I was almost panting with anxiety, but I didn't hesitate long. These wouldn't be the first strange guys who'd seen my body, and I'd already lowered my shorts in front of Brad anyway, so where was the harm?

I was thrilled at their full erections, as thrilled as I was at how my nipples were erected as Aunties. I couldn't help but tweak them, giggling a little when I did before taking my turn.

"Ask the guys to suck your boobies."

She actually laughed, still red faced like I was, but the humour was drowned in lust. Looking at the two men and their stiff members, she spoke as I directed.

"Rob, Jack... would you please suck my tits?"

They accepted graciously, stepping forward and putting fingers to buttons. They opened up the somewhat snug dress and both she and I gasped as her bare melons practically oozed out. She gasped again when they took them, pulling them out the rest of the way and to their greedy lips.

"Ohh, Auntie..." I hissed.

Her eyes closed as she enjoyed their attentions, lower lip sensuously dropping again as she arched her back, a low moan emanating from lungs that were heaving and as excited as mine were. When they were done, however, she hit back hard.

"Get their cocks out."

" ... Okay."

This was nothing I didn't already do with Bradley, so it was really alright, wasn't it? I hesitantly approached them, glancing at my auntie once before stepping up to Jack. He smiled at me and I smiled back as I opened his shorts and let them fall. His cock was magnificent and I stared at it with a big, hungry grin as I moved to repeat the process with rob. I finished up, almost unable to tear my attention away, noting that he was longer than Jack. Looking up, I saw my Aunt's approving smile, but it was my turn again.

"Jack them with your hand, Auntie, and lick up their pre-cum."

With a sleazy smile, she stepped forward and took both respectably sized members in her hands and slowly pumped them while miffy soaked. I stepped closer, watching in awe. She didn't resist when I slowly pulled the hem of her dress up to her navel and when a large puddle of fluid dribbled down Rob's length, she bent and licked up his shaft. Cleaning his twitching head, she moved to Jack and sucked his cockhead for some seconds before straightening again for her turn.

"I think it's time we got a better look at your sweet little ass. Turn around."

I complied because that was the game. Also because I wanted to. I loved their attention on my bum, posing it for them as I giggled over my shoulder.

"Ooooh, yeah, look at that..." Auntie remarked, stepping closer to give it a light slap and a gentle rub after. "Bend over a little and spread your legs... You obviously know the way. Hey guys, come on over and check her out."

To my delight, they did this, stepping right up.

"Don't be afraid to touch, guys," she advised them.

I inhaled sharply, but almost hiccupped when their work roughened hands began caressing my bum through my tight jeans, stroking the backs of my thighs, hips and cheeks while Auntie watched with a sexy, open mouthed smile.




Sera Ch. 06



"Oooohh, Aun- Auntie...!" I moaned in a small voice as they gently pulled my cheeks apart, exploring my crotch and overexcited miffy.

"Yesss..." she breathed, moving closer and grabbing jack's stiff rod of her own volition. "Grab her fuckin' twat...."

I moaned again, grabbing Rob's cock as their hands went down my pants. Their fingers showed no hesitation to grope me, invading miffy and her turf with abandon as my hips jerked every time they touched my swollen clitoris.

"Ohh-h... Ohh, Auntie! OHH! Uhhhh-hh!? ... Ah-ahh-h!?"

My jeans were soon pulled down, panties already hopelessly twisted and pulled aside by their willing compliance, allowing two fingers up inside, miffy. The backs of my panties were pulled down, my bum cheeks spread for a wet finger that played at my anus, making me cum violently then and there.

Auntie got off on my orgasm to quite a degree and, apparently, so did Jack. As she stroked him, he jerked, let out a short, strained yell and came, spurting repeatedly all over the front of Auntie Kathleen's sexy panties while we watched, me trying to recover myself. In my dazed excitement and some sexual spur of the moment thing, I pulled the front of them down and the four of us looked openly at her pussy. I beheld a slightly fuller version of miffy, wet and spread, clitoris peeking from her hood.

Suddenly remembering it was my turn, I almost slurred, "Use Rob's cock to flick your clitoris till you come.

"Mmmm! Oooh, Kitten, you dirty little thing..." she trailed off while I grabbed her thigh.

Auntie allowed me to hold her spread as well as I could until Jack took her other leg. She was soon supported by the two of us, thighs spread and giggling wildly like I would.

"Oooh, sw- sweetie pie..."

Rob's cock neared and she gamely took it, stroking it once before pulling it closer to rub his head over her clitoris like I'd instructed. They both jumped and flinched so excitingly.

I watched Rob's cock prod Auntie's pussy all over, now soaked with both their initial juices and whispered, "Stick it in her..."

She gasped, truly surprised this time, but it was too late. The next thing that came out of her mouth was a long, low wail as he fed her pussy full, inch by inch. It was so psychologically satisfying, I raced closer to another orgasm myself. I couldn't resist reaching over to play with her clit while he stayed buried for a satisfying moment. He slowly fucked her for a few strokes and, with me on her clit, she quickly came as violently as I did. He was close too, but he fell out because of Auntie's thrashing in mine and Jack's arms. Grabbing his slick, shiny cock, I jerked him until he came all over Auntie's pussy and my hand.

I was high as a kite on the way back to the house. We both were after such a well rounded release. We were still giggling, playing sexy little tricks on each other like pinching each other's bums and grabbing boobies by the time we got to her apartment door.

"I need to change," she said, looking me up and down with an enduring lust. "Wanna come in, hon?"

"I'd love that."

"I was hoping you would."

After a quick trip to her room for a fresh outfit, she hurried into the bathroom and, while I waited, I considered changing as well. I'd put my T-shirt back on, of course pulled up my panties and jeans, but I left my bra back where I actually jerked a man off on my own Auntie.

My head spun as I sat there on her couch, not believing how far I'd let things go. I could then say that I knew how Gina felt, but there was one big difference between me and Gina. Gina wasn't sitting there trying to stifle giggles about it afterward. Well, it was fun. And nobody got hurt. Sure, a couple of guys got me off and I got some cum on my hands, but I was with Auntie and we were just having some fun. Our kind of fun. And it was okay.

I was trying to convince the lingering, guilty doubts about these assertions when Auntie emerged in a knee length, loose grey skirt that looked very sharp, but light. Her dark maroon top wrapped to a close under her again braless boobies, perfectly showcasing them as they jiggled invitingly to her every step.

"Oh, Auntie, you look sooo good..."

"Thank you. I really had a great time."

"So did I."

"No regrets? You said you had a man back home but, what with Gina, I assumed he'd maybe be okay with it."

I didn't answer for staring, wanting to languish in her eyes, rather than face up to her question.

"Hmm?" she gently prodded as she moved to her kitchenette.

"It's not what I really wanted," I quietly imparted.

Auntie knew what I meant. It was why she invited me in and she turned to look at me with very clear understanding of that. Then I was up and crossing the floor, putting my arms around her, our boobies pushing together as we French kissed. It was passionate, yet so much deeper than even that. There was something about her, about us that made it so in a different way than it was with Daddy, Mommy, or Gina. Like my other auntie Ashleigh, this vivacious lover was somehow as natural to me as my hand is to my own clitoris.

I worked my way down, sucking at her cleavage and briefly nibbling her visibly erect nipples through her top, making her twitch and coo before I slid down her knees. She pulled up her skirt for me and I pulled down her panties for her, immediately pressing my lips to hers afterward for a long kiss that sucked her wetness at the end. She parted her legs further and started making the nicest sounds while I licked her lips and clit, playfully wiggling my tongue at her opening before flashing my bold little probe around her clit again.

I was pressing my mouth to her pussy and sucking when she came, teasing with my tongue while she held the back of my head by my hair, almost hollering again during her long, drawn out climax. Grabbing her bum, I pressed in closer, licking up anything my mouth missed with my eyes closed, knowing that very soon she'd give me the same treatment and that I loved her.

Suddenly, she jumped as though she were having another orgasm, but gasped, "Oh my god! Oh, shhh-!"

Just before she pulled her skirt down over my head in a useless attempt to hide me, I saw the reason for my aunt's exclamation. Steven was standing there, just inside the door from the foyer with his chin sweeping the floor.

"Oh, no," I mumbled under my breath.

It was bad enough that I'd said what I did in the kitchen, but this was something else entirely. After a moment where nobody was talking, I came out from under her skirt. I didn't look at either of them, rather kept my crimson face to the floor and cleared my throat before saying what I had to say to get the hell out of there.

"Uhh... I should probably go."

"(Ahem), Auntie Kathleen expressed, obviously as freaked out as I was, but informing, "I'll catch up later."

I nodded and bolted, glad I at least had all my clothes on when I got out to the hallway. Getting out of the area quickly, I avoided my apartment across and down the hall, proceeding directly to the first floor, absently wandering into the small front parlour that I knew Sheila sometimes haunted. I didn't expect her to be there, had in fact only gone there myself for a safe place to process what had just happened, but there she was.

She wore a pair of dark grey hip huggers that looked fantastic on her. A black, close fitting camisole showed off her narrow upper curves just as well and I wondered why the style change. She was holding a teacup, saucer held under it by her other hand while staring at the painting of the unsmiling gypsies. Noticing me in the doorway, she regarded me without change in her expression, but spoke in a neutral, if aloof tone.

"Can I help you?"

I didn't answer right away because, as I said, I didn't expect to find her there and I was still flustered from what had happened upstairs in Auntie Kathleen's apartment. Stalling for time, I sauntered into the parlour, halfheartedly taking note of some of its curiosities as Sheila patiently watched this little show.

"I'm betting Auntie Kathleen doesn't know you two are hanging out," I finally ventured, setting my eyes on an ornamental chess game.

"What?"

"You and Steven. I'll bet she doesn't know. Does she?"

She looked around herself with exaggerated motions, then asked with a smirk, "Do you see Steven 'hanging out'?"

"I saw you two talking in the hallway last night. You're up to your old tricks again and, this time, you have Steven in your sights."

"I beg your pardon!?" she laughed incredulously.

"Don't think you can play your games with me. I know all about you."

"Is that right?"

"That's right," I said firmly, noting that little smirk had never left her lips. "And I wanna know what's going on with you and Steven talking."

"That's none of your god damned business, and you've got a lot of nerve putting your little questions and accusations to me, honeybunch."

"A whore is a whore, how much nerve does it take?"

Instead of reacting to what I'd intended to be a stinging insult, she asked, "What's wrong, Kitten? Jealous?"

"Stay away from him," I warned with no kidding at all in my tone now.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll tell Auntie Kathleen."

"You'll get him into a lot of trouble, too."

"Not nearly as much as you'll be in."

"Are you sure?"

"He's her son, you're just the destructive whore."

"Uh huh," Sheila laughed. "Well, I'm afraid you obviously don't know Kathleen very well. She doesn't take anything she sees as betrayal lightly."

"It's not betrayal when a man is sucked in by a life wrecking tramp."

"Oh, kitten, I'm not sucking anyone in. Would you just go away now? This isn't funny anymore, ya know?"

There was another brief stare-down before I turned and casually moved for the exit, casting a last, sideways look at her to repeat my warning to her defiant expression

"I mean it, Sheila. Stay away from him."

I needed someplace to think.

The two bay, cinderblock garage revealed itself slowly as I walked around the thick stand of trees hiding it. There was a taller section on the end, accessible by an extra wide man-door which was standing ajar, allowing the bright, warm sunshine to reach into the shadowed depths of the outbuilding along with mice, moles, bugs, squirrels, porcupines, skunks, or any other various forms of wildlife.

Standing just inside the doorway, I looked around. The space was half full of storage on the ground floor, and a set of stairs built with heavy timbers led to a second level that was made of wood and supported by the same heavy timbers that the stairs were made of. I climbed them to find the upper space empty, and sat in one of the deep-set, wide windowsills to look down on the garage's front yard. It was nice there and, allowing a contented smile, I relaxed a little more before closing my eyes, frowning when I thought of Gina.

 

Steven

I tried Sheila's door but found her to be out, so I spent some time looking for her. After checking the most likely places and coming up with nothing, I took my disappointment outside. I happened to stroll in the direction of the old cinderblock garage in back, and decided to explore it just to get my mind off all the shit in my head.

I was about to knock on the extra wide man-door, but then remembered Ashleigh telling us we had the run of the place, so I tried the knob and found it to be unlocked. One of the advantages to living in a gated community, I supposed. Inside the rather large room, walled off from the rest of the garage, was mostly old storage, possibly from the previous owners. However, in the middle of the floor sat a shiny, red ATV. I looked over the big four-wheel-drive Honda in the light from the two windows, noting the key in the ignition before venturing up the solid old wooden stairs to the second floor, finding three windows illuminating a whole lot of nothing at all.

Returning to the concrete ground floor, I tried the knob of another extra wide man-door and found it to be also unlocked. This led to the rest of the garage, which held a few piles of neatly stacked lumber, some pallets of sod, grass seed, sheep shit and other assorted yard materials along with the expected implements.

I almost missed the dust covered old car in the back. Walking closer, I could see it was inert by its flat tires and the fact that it looked as old as the house, like a big, dirty, dark gray tank from another era.

I looked at it for another minute before heading back to the other section of the garage. Closing the door behind me, I looked the ATV over again, suddenly smiling.

Three years before, Dad had taken me on one of those ATV outings during one of his evermore infrequent visits home. It was actually a really fun tour with lots of great scenery, and the ATVs were a blast to ride once they taught us. Dad didn't learn so well and fell off of his twice, once after we were actually on the tour. I chuckled at this memory, at how he made a joke of it and got right back on both times. It came as a surprise a second later when I reminded myself that he was dead and there'd never be any outings like that with him ever again.

Taking the handlebar grip in my hand, I stepped up on the foot peg, swinging my thigh over the seat to settle my weight on the machine. I shook it from side to side with my body weight and was satisfied with the sloshing amount of fuel in the tank, so I started it up. Idling it outside, I puttered off around the corner without bothering to close the man-door behind me.

"We do want her," I informed myself as I (we) buzzed along the cobblestoned pathway.

"Yes, we want our retarded cousin, that's just super."

"You know she's not retarded. Just... different."

"Still our cousin."

"We're fucking Mum, so what?"

"Well, if she doesn't straighten the fuck up, we won't be for much longer."

"You're jealous."

"So what? I didn't want her fucking around..."

"With Kitten."

"With kitten," I sighed in agreement. But that doesn't mean I want her having my babies."

"Yeah, that part is a bit whacked."

"Totally whacked."

"Slow down near the top of this rise, remember what the instructor told you."

"I got it. ... On the other hand, when she said- and I quote here- "I wanna fuck you so bad I can taste it"... That really did something for me. There's no denying it."

"Great, so we fuck her."

"Shut up. Besides, it seems like Mum's beaten us to the punch, anyway."

"Oh... I doubt that."

"Whatever. About Mum and this shit with Ashleigh... What do you think?"

"Same as before. Go along with her."

"But she... out maneuvered us. She's giving us no choice. It's one thing to cave to Mum, but it just grates my..."

"Ego. That's the word you were searching for. Let's be logical here, idiot. First of all, yes; she's forced her way and we have no choice. This is the best reason for going along with her because- second of all- She's right. I believe Ashleigh can help her and that's what we want. We shouldn't waste time pining over issues of ego and trust while nothing's being done for Mum in the meantime."

"That's what she said."

"Very fuckin funny, but it's like I said. She's right. And that's why you should at least give her the benefit of the doubt that she wants. Look, this isn't Marie we're dealing with here. She forced the issue because she cares about her sister, like she said. I mean, what other reason could she have?"

"That's what I keep asking myself."

"Fuck, man," I sighed in exasperation. "You already told her Mum's body count."

"I did that because I had to make her understand how I can't let just anybody be in charge of this problem."

"Yeah. Well, that turned out real good, didn't it?"

"Fuck off."

"Bridge up ahead. Stop on it; let's check out this brook."

Bringing the machine to a halt and turning it off, I looked around, appreciating the scenery, but somehow not enjoying it.

"You're being an idiot. A prideful idiot. It's not about you, it's about Mum, and Aunt Ashleigh is the opportunity we would have given our right arm for in Saint John. Stop fucking around and give her a chance to help."

"It means going along with her and dealing with our retarded cousin," I warned.

"Good. Besides, you're the one talking to yourself."

"Fuck off, you've convinced me."

" ... Do we go back and deal with this shit now, or do we keep riding for a while? This is fun."

"We ride."

It was mid afternoon when I got back, finding the man-door to the garage closed and thinking I really should have done it myself, out of propriety if nothing else. I opened the door up again and carefully backed the Honda into its pen before leaving, even bothering to close the door this time.

I thought about my decision as I walked to the house and my stomach started to gurgle and churn, a nice analogy to my thoughts and feelings on the matter. However much I wanted to stall, to look for Sheila or grab something to eat first, I knew it was time to find Ashleigh and make my betrayal of Mum complete.

On Delores's direction, I climbed the stairs to the second level, heading back around the Chandelier and towards the front of the house to stop at the tall, ornately carved, double wooden doors that the Day Attendant with the nice ass helpfully directed me to. This was 'the den'. It felt like the dragon's den as I knocked. After a moment, the door opened and Ashleigh stood looking at me with the slightest smirk and a raised brow.

"Come to your senses, sweetie pie? I knew you would. Come right in."

Okay, that rankled, and I suspected she knew it would, but I entered anyway. It's hard to refuse any invitation from a woman who looks like Ashleigh, especially when she's standing there in a very short, dark gray sleeve dress that I could see the white of her bra through. It sported a plunging neckline and the bottom was oh so short.

Ashleigh's Den was something like her library, except smaller and cozier, yet the assorted office equipment and the large screen television made it clear that this was indeed a personal office. The plant life was a bit heavier in this room than her usual, but nowhere near what it was in the cave. What grabbed my attention upon entry was how the circular chamber was completely walled from floor to twelve foot ceiling with books, save for the large bay window directly behind my Aunt's huge desk. The ceiling ended in a round skylight, the carpet a deep red, deeper than the red couch to the side and in front of the desk. And what a desk. Its size was only rivaled by its ornate carving and quality, the deep wood matching the other carved furniture and woodwork in the room.

A wingback chair sat in front of it and I took it instead of the plush couch, thinking I might be there a while. Currently, my long lost aunt chose the front corner of the desk as her seat, regarding me now with a sort of serious smile as I tried not to look between her slightly parted thighs.

There was a moment of silence before I opened my mouth and conceded with, "You win, Ashleigh."

"I always do. So, I can count on your support?"

"Yes," I sighed.

"Your total and unwavering loyalty?"

"Yes."

"Your complete and utter-?"

"Don't push it, okay?"

"Just teasing. Don't worry about your mum- I'm already on it- but it would help if you filled me in on some details, particularly about your time in Saint John."

Helplessly glancing at the narrow band of white satin between her legs, I paused at this, getting harder for my glance, but also dreading the story she wanted me to tell. It wasn't only that I had to tell her all about it without leaving anything out, but also because I was almost afraid to recount it all to myself. The thought of finally stopping long enough to put it all into verbal perspective was almost enough to make me hurl myself through her window, but after a few moments I began. I kept talking for over two hours, letting it all pour out of me, not looking at her face as I did, but her legs instead. Another little while was spent clarifying this detail or that as her questions instructed and, by the time all was said and done, it was mid afternoon.




Sera Ch. 06



"You really have had a pretty rough go of it, haven't you?"

I shrugged, glancing between her legs for the hundredth time.

"I'm even more glad you're here now. And by the way," she added, spreading her legs appreciatively wider, "you can look all you want. I like it."

I couldn't help but smile a little guiltily but, after some brief hesitation, I just looked. I found it pretty hard to believe this woman's age by her body, let alone her personality, and it was equal measures of these two qualities that made my already twitching penis begin to grow once again.

"Actually, there's uh... something else you should maybe know about," I told her.

"What's that?"

"Mum and Kitten have gotten pretty close."

"I've noticed that," She replied with no visible concern.

"I mean really close. Lesbian close."

"I'm not surprised. This is precisely why I need your help with Kitten, so she knows... what she's dealing with, both in us and within herself."

"I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," she smiled.

"Yeah, well you should have seen what I walked it on earlier."

"You've seen your mum with women before."

"This is different."

"Because it's Kitten and you're jealous?"

"No, because... I don't know," I irritably sighed. "It's so fucked up. She's got Sheila's face, Mum's body and Marie's personality and voice to go with it. What am I supposed to think?"

"What exactly did you walk in on?"

"Kitten's face between Mum's legs."

I watched her try to hide a sudden grin before she gave up, saying, "I told you what a filthy little fuck fest this would be. It's very much who we are and you need to accept that. I mean, look how hard you are. When's the last time you came?"

"Let's try not to get off topic."

Shrugging, she offered, "I didn't think we were, but whatever. Look, why don't you just go and talk to her? Kitten, I mean."

"Because..."

" ... Yeeesss?"

"Because beyond the promise I made to Mum, she and I are together. She and I are a couple, as fucked up as that sounds, and I'm afraid of what talking to Kitten might lead to."

"Ah. Okay. Steven, I'm going to tell you something, and I don't want you to get all frickity, alright?"

"Okay."

"Your mother isn't right for you. Even if she wasn't your mother, she still wouldn't be right for you. You're a very intelligent, strong young man and you have to begin finding your own way in life with a woman who's more suited to the way you need to develop as a man. If this weren't true, you'd have been able to handle her. Right?"

I stared at the narrow, strained satin covering her pussy in thought for a moment before slowly looking up to Ashleigh's face. She seemed to have an awful point in what she said.

"As it happens, Kitten requires a young man who's specifically... tailored to her needs."

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?"

"But I'd be losing Mum."

"No you wouldn't. The relationship between you two will change, that's all."

"Kitten reminds me of Marie. It bothers me."

"Kitten is Kitten, not Marie."

"This is so fucked," I sighed, rubbing my face with both hands.

"Not really. It only seems that way to you because you haven't accepted things yet. You haven't had time to... Well, that's a conversation for another time and place. Go talk to her. Get to know her and, at the same time, prepare her for the truth that we know she needs to hear soon. Neither Sheila nor your Mum will go near it with her, but your mum's promise doesn't necessarily speak to her actions."

"Tell me about it. What should I do in regards to her?"

"Take a stronger hand. Show her who the man is."

"Sometimes that doesn't go over very well, y'know."

"You asked, sweetie pie. But first, there's something else we should address."

"What's that?"

"Your mother's been messing around in your head. I could see it right away, as soon as I met you and I can clean it out."

I only stared, (at her face rather than between her legs) not liking this.

"Steven, I've been in your head before without you even knowing until I told you, and I never did anything other than what I told you. I've never tried anything with you since then either, and you even know it's safe to look me in the eyes. Let me help you."

"What if she notices? She tried to put the Jedi spell on me after I walked in on them, you know."

"I won't leave any sign. She'll think you overcame it on your own, which you've done in some part anyway."

We each remained silent after this, regarding one another until I sighed, "Shhhit. Alright, let's do this."

Ashleigh smiled, then used her middle and index fingers to gesture towards her eyes, saying, "You know the drill, sweetie pie."

It's a very odd thing to come to awareness while you're in the middle of doing something, rather than waking up from sleep like it usually happens. It's much like how drunks describe blacking out and, at least from my perspective, that's how my meeting with Ashleigh ended. One second I'm looking into her beautiful blue eyes, the next I find myself strolling along the second floor with a contented smile on my face.

I stopped up in sudden surprise, looking around myself quickly before finally settling my gaze across the chandelier, at the tall, closed wooden doors of Aunt Ashleigh's den.

 

Kitten

Gina wasn't back at my apartment when I finally left my cinderblock retreat at just past noon. A quick check of hers yielded no more result, so I went back to my own. I played with Mr. Sparkles for about ten minutes, fed him and myself and mixed a drink for the shower.

I lingered in the large marble stall, enjoying the hot water as it sprayed over my naked, soapy wet body, slowly washing with hands that returned to miffy again and again until I orgasmed.

I leaned against the wall while I came down from this post sexual high, thinking once again of the sexy adventure I'd had with Auntie Kathleen, Steven catching us. Creeping guilt soon led my thoughts to Gina. Where was she and what would I do about her? She seemed quite agitated about things and she'd have to be calmed down or something before she ruined everything.

Then I thought of my conversation with Sheila, wondering if she'd take me seriously, which led me to think again of Steven walking in on me and his mummy. That definitely wasn't good, no sir-ree. I wondered what he thought of me now, especially after me telling him how I'm supposed to have his babies. (And where did that come from?) He himself seemed to be very buttoned down and what most people would call 'decent', other than his poor choice in friends.

But was that the case? Were he and Sheila friends? Did they just happen to meet up in the corridor, or had they been hanging out? I wondered if he wanted her. It was a sure bet that she wanted him, being who she was, and I fretted about anything that may have already happened between them, maybe something serious. What if he got her pregnant? It was clear I'd have to make sure of things by steering him away from her somehow, either through his mummy, or by way of... me.

I changed, throwing on another seriously tight pair of faded jeans, this one sporting a wear-tear across one of my bum cheeks. After looking at this in the mirror, I made the tear bigger so my black panties would be visible. Next, came a white tank-top that, without a bra, my hard, light brown nipples easily assaulted. A white hair-band and my usual snakeskin ball breakers finished the sensible, yet sexy little outfit, and I was soon out the door and searching for my Gina.

I checked all over everywhere with no luck. I even found an underground bar of sorts with a pool, but she wasn't there, either. The only place I didn't look was the warren of cobblestoned pathways in back of the estate, but that would be pointless. It was better to wait until her return and occupy myself in some other way until then. But what way?

A minute later, I was standing in the main hall on the first floor, looking at some really weird paintings when I heard the now loved and familiar voice of my Auntie Kathleen say, "God, you're a sexy little thing."

I turned towards the back of the house and giggled as she walked up the hall towards me. She'd changed again, this time to a thin, white button up blouse with an easily discernable black pushup bra underneath, the top of which was visible along with lots of eye catching cleavage in the way she does so well. Her incredibly short, blue plaid, schoolgirl miniskirt looked fabulous on her and she brought her outfit off incredibly well as she walked towards me on black, three inch heels.

"So are you," I giggled.

She smiled and, when she reached me, we exchanged a hot little kiss.

"Strange, huh?" she asked, raising a brow and half gesturing to the paintings.

"Yeah. But there's something about them..."

"I know. I was looking at them earlier and, as disturbing as they are, they almost seem familiar, like I should know them."

"Me too, kinda," I said, a little amazed at the coincidence. "It's like I've seen them before somewhere, but how could I have?"

She glanced at me with a funny expression and said, "Life is bigger than what most people see, Kitten. You'd be surprised. Come on, let's get a drink and talk."

We ended up in the Library where my Auntie racked up a game of billiards. I've never had an opportunity to play the game, as I never went out to those sorts of places, but Auntie Kathleen proved herself to be quite skilled and taught me enough to get me in the game. When we started our second round, I was doing a little better and we began talking.

"He's quite interested in you, she said as she was lining up a shot. "Steven, I mean. In fact, 'interested' is putting it mildly."

She took the shot and straightened up as she watched her intended target drop into the corner pocket. I replied as she walked around the table with her cue, eying up another shot.

"I know. I'm... very interested in him, too. Does that bother you?"

"Not in the least. Here, you take this shot, it's a good one. Thirteen ball, straight into the side pocket. See?"

"Yup. ... Was he very mad?"

"I don't think he was as mad as he was jealous. Sort of."

"Did he know you like girls?" I asked just before taking and making the shot.

"Good shot, just the way I taught you. And yes, he knew."

"Well, I guess now he knows I do, too. I've probably made myself look pretty bad in his eyes, huh?"

"Not necessarily. The situation isn't quite what you're probably thinking. Do you want him?"

" ... Yes."

"I can pretty much guarantee you he feels the same way."

"I know he does. We both know how we feel about each other, the draw that we experience... He's supposed to be mine and I'm supposed to be his."

She was about to lean in for a shot when she straightened at this, fixing me with a curious expression and asking after a short pause, "What about Gina? The boyfriend at home?"

I nodded and said, "I love them too, but I can't help this. It just... happened. I never asked for it and I never expected it, but here it is."

"Uh huh."

"But he probably won't want me now."

She didn't answer, but took her shot instead, missing what I would have thought was an easy one.

"Your go, kitten."

"He seems so... sensible. He reminds me a lot of Daddy."

"I suggest the nine in the side."

"Okay."

As I was lining up, she asked, "Does it bother you that he's your first cousin?"

It was another easy shot that even I should have made, but I missed, distracted by her strangely unexpected question.

"Uhh... No. I know it should, but it doesn't," I answered.

I walked away from her and around the table so I wouldn't have to look at her when I told her that truth. That memory of Gina telling me about she and Steven's conversation regarding inconvenient truths vaguely floated through my mind, almost distracting me from her careful, playfully sly smile and what she said next.

"Just so long as you know that I'll never leave you alone, even if you are with him."

"(Giggle)"

"So, what are you going to do?" she asked, making her next shot two seconds later.

"I dunno. I was hoping you'd help."

"What about Gina?"

" ... I'm not so sure she'd help."

"Ah. Well, right now I'm not sure there's much I can do to help. He's upset with me and I have to track him down. I was looking for him when we met up."

"I was looking for Gina, but I had the same luck as you," I commiserated while she lined up for what looked a hard one.

I was standing behind her as she leaned over the table and I watched the back of her skirt ride a little way up her bum, the crotch of her black panties showing. I absently began pinching my nipples through my top when she suggested that I watch this shot as she explained backspin.

Now you tr- Oh, Kitten," she smiled when she straightened up and turned around to see me playing with my nipples.

"I was looking at your bum, Auntie," I admitted with a sweet smile.

"Pervert," she playfully admonished. "Your turn. Chalk the cue and remember to hit the ball closer to the bottom with a nice, sharp poke."

"Okay."

"Not too sharp though, sweetie pie."

"Okay, Auntie."

I actually made the shot and the cue ball rolled backwards again afterwards just like it was supposed to, although it fell short of setting me up for the next shot. But still, it was so cool.

"I think you're a natural."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. So tell me... What if you got pregnant by Steven?"

" ... Uhh... I have thought of that," I carefully admitted.

"And?"

"Well... I'm not sure I can explain."

"Does the idea bother you?"

"Yes and no. Like I said, it's hard to explain... Ever see that classic Trek episode where Spock had to get back to Vulcan so he could fuck his wife, no matter what?"

"Heh! Yes."

"Well, it's like that. Kinda. I mean, I know what happens when people who are too closely related have babies, but I..."

"It's alright, I think I understand."

"I wish I did."

"Stick around here long enough, and I'm sure you will. Okay, sweetie pie, now here's how you get it to spin forward."

We finished the game and decided to call it quits, leaving the Library with no real destination in mind.

"Auntie?"

"Yes?"

"Take your panties off."

" ... Horny little thing," she almost purred as she stopped and drew closer. "This is a very short skirt, miss bossy."

"I don't care," I said with a teasing smile.

Looking me right in the eye, I was captured by her strong beauty as her hands went under her skirt and brought her undies down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and left them there, her smile now excited as I reached around her and hauled the back of her skirt up, tucking the waistband inside.

"I want you to look like a slut, Auntie."

"You're like the daughter I never had."

We spent a minute kissing passionately before she suggested we continue our walk, chatting about this or that as we went. As we spoke, her words of my being the daughter she never had came to mind and I had to admit that she was exactly the mummy that I never really had. She understood who I was like nobody else, except for Auntie Ashleigh. And maybe Sheila.

"Auntie?"

"Yes, sweetie pie?"

"Was he freaked out because he saw... up your skirt? Cause you're his mummy, y'know?"

"I don't think he really saw anything... Your mouth was covering it all pretty well at the time."

I giggled, adding, "Yeah, but to see his mummy having her pussy sucked. By another woman, his own cousin at that."

" ... Kitten, he and I just spent weeks cohabitating in a single room together. This room was smaller than the bathrooms in our apartments, understand, so a certain amount of... propriety was naturally sacrificed."

"Like... what kind of propriety?"

"Well, you know. We had to sleep in the same bed, get used to seeing each other in our nightclothes and whatnot."

"Did he ever see you naked?"

"He's seen my tits."

"Did he... like, did he stare? Did he like them?"

"He liked them," she said with a smile.

"Did he get hard?"

" ... Yes."

"What did you do?"

"I took it as a huge compliment and let him look. My self esteem was pretty low at the time, what can I say?"

"So he wouldn't be too messed up about seeing you like that with me?"

"I wouldn't say. His only problem is that it was you personally."

"Oh."

"Like I said, I'll work on it. I have to talk to him."

"Okay."

"Kitten... I like our friendship and I want it to continue like it is. I've only just gotten to know you, but I find I love you already and Steven will have to accept that, no matter what happens between you two. Of course, that's just how I feel. Your opinion counts too, so if you feel different..."

"No. I love you too and I feel the same way. Besides, he doesn't seem to be coming across, no matter how he feels."

"There ya go."

We'd moved outside to the back of the estate and its spider web of cobbled pathways and a longish pause grew between us, both of us walking aimlessly in content until I voiced a question.

"Auntie?"

"Yes, sweetie pie?"

"I recognize you and Steven from the news."

She came to an abrupt halt, staring into my face in such a way that made me quick to explain.

"No, I- I'm not judging or anything, Auntie, I just wanted you to know that I knew and that I don't care. You can relax cause I love you."

Her features slowly softened to appreciation, her silent expression returning my feelings.

We walked on a little ways before I brought something else up.

"Auntie?"

"Hmm?"

" ... Will you tell me what Sheila did that made you so mad at her?"

"Ash wouldn't like that."

"Why?"

"Because she'd see that as a violation of Sheila's privacy."

"Oh. So you can't tell me," I assumed.

"Absolutely, I'm going to tell you, and to hell with Sheila's privacy. The whore slept with our father."

I ground to a slow halt, looking at her with my jaw agape. She stopped a couple steps ahead, looking back at me with a sort of blank expression as she continued.

"Yup. But that's not all. See, she only did it to get back at our very abusive mother and, after Sheila told Mum what she'd done out of spite, he shot himself in the head."

The blood drained out of my face, then my chest and hips before leaving my body through my feet, my mind flashing to Daddy.

"Mum was committed and Sheila was never seen or heard from again until now. Ashleigh had already fled the house, and I just left because... what else was there? And that was the end of our family."

It was some while before I could speak. Kathleen sauntered over to a nearby bench in the sunny, warm clearing we'd paused in for this conversation, staring at a nearby birdbath in thought while I considered the kind of man Daddy is, suddenly thinking about how easily things back home could have gone so awry.

"Yeah," she finally sighed, "It's quite something, isn't it? I'm mad as hell at her because she didn't listen to me back then and her stupid, unthinking actions ruined everything for everyone. She even ruined our... very special relationship and deprived me of her presence in my life for years. The more I missed her, the angrier I became because things could've gone so much better had she just listened to me."

I managed to reach the bench, still in a personal daze, to take a seat beside her and stare at the cobblestoned path, fully taking in the impact of what Sheila's actions on her family had been, my own frighteningly similar actions in the recent past. Like mother, like daughter, it seemed.

"And now here she is," Auntie went on. "What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to treat her now?"

"I..." was all I could manage.

"Look, don't tell Ash I told you, okay?" she asked quietly, still looking at the bird bath.




Sera Ch. 07



Steven

By the time I got back to my apartment, I felt no different for supposedly having Mum's adjustment removed, but I did have a smile on my face about it when I dropped down on my couch with a cold beer.

After a minute, Stanley clawed his way up, and I sat there through several more beer, paying attention to him while sorting out how I'd proceed with Ashleigh's agenda while, at the same time, proceeding with my own ongoing investigation of the whole situation.

"So, now I'm Aunt Ashleigh's agent," I remarked with a wry grin.

Stanley looked at me curiously as I replied, "I wouldn't see it like that. We're helping her to make things better for everyone."

"You always take her side."

"That's because I know she's right. I trust her."

"You'd make a great fool, but a piss-poor detective."

"Every detective relies on gut instinct."

"We both know you're about a lot more than gut instinct. Sometimes, I'm not even sure I can trust you."

"You know how fucked up that sounds?"

"I'm well aware of how fucked up that sounds. Just make sure you're on my side, or I cut you off."

"You'd be stupid to do that here... now. You couldn't quit drinking now, anyway."

"Don't be so sure of that."

"You can't bluff me."

"Then you should know that I'm not bluffing. Now I know what you are and I know that you're nothing without me."

"Like you don't benefit?"

"Seems like I got little choice."

"That's right. Cause you know that, even if you do stop drinking, I'll always be here in some measure. I'll always exert my will in little ways here and there, a lot of times without you even realizing, and I'll only get stronger in time."

"Unless I find a way to get rid of you entirely. ... Yeah... nothing to say to that, huh? You seem to forget what my purpose is here."

"I won't drive you crazy, Ashleigh said."

"That doesn't help Mum, does it? As for Ashleigh, you're the one who trusts her, not me. Not yet. In the meantime, you can have whatever opinions you want but, if you want to stay, you stay on my side or you're gone should I ever find a way."

" ... I'm always on your side. You know that. You know I love you like nobody else ever could."

"Yes. I know that."

I (we) sat in silence for a little while, getting up to take a piss and grab another beer to sit with until it too was gone, until Mum's other son had a fair sized hand, despite my threats to cut him off.

"Y'know what?" he asked.

"What?"

"We'll never keep anything from Ashleigh. I don't believe she'll be searching our head for deception, but should she ever want to find out for sure, she'd have no problem with it. Your- Our- little investigation will have to be done aboveboard where she's concerned, at least for the most part."

"See? That's what I expect from you."

"I'm so fuckin' horny."

"Mentally horny," I clarified, being without a hardon just then.

"Oh, yeah. Like Mum says."

"Fuckin' totally."

" ... Grab another beer and let's get outta here."

When I walked into the kitchen about ten minutes later, Gina stood there drinking a glass of water.

"Hi," I casually offered before sitting at the island.

"Hi."

She seemed 'off'.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, sure," she lied.

"Miss home?"

" ... You know... Please don't take this the wrong way, but you Burchells are... Different. Unique in this subtle way. I always saw it in Kitten, ever since I first met her, and it's been something that's drawn me every bit as much as who she is. In a sense, it is who she is, and all you Burchells share it. It's attractive, but... I probably shouldn't have told you that."

"You seem upset," I observed. (No shit)

She was about to answer, but was cut off by the entrance of Anne, the Night Chef.

"Good evening, Mr. Burchell, Ms. Green. Would either of you like anything?"

"I'd love an omelet," I answered.

"I'm fine," Gina said, politely waving Anne off with a fake smile. "Actually, I gotta go. Nice running into you," she bade.

"I'll see you around," I told her, knowing my fake smile was perfect.

As usual, the heavy door to the cave opened with a surprising ease and, when I saw Sheila sitting with her legs crossed at the bar, a smile crossed my face.

She wore a pair of tight jeans and a snug, black camisole and, when I hopped up on the stool beside her, I couldn't help but check her out as I greeted her.

"Hi."

"Hey, kid," she returned with a bright smile, but a slightly off expression.

"We drink too much," I decided as I watched the approaching bartender.

"Speaking for myself, I deserve that right."

"I try not to think about that aspect of it. Canadian, please," I added at Sheldon's questioning expression.

There was a small crowd of off duty staff again, Delores being one of them. She caught my eye and waved, offering a friendly smile. I waved back, thinking to myself of how every one of Ashleigh's staff could be under the Jedi spell.

"You sound like you haven't had a good day," Sheila said.

"I wouldn't say that, exactly. Let's just say that this family seems to have become my business and it started before Mum and I ever got here."

"Well... that's good news for me. That means I'm your business."

I smiled accordingly, thinking about how I was supposed to encourage a reconciliation between her, my mother and Kitten, but replying while checking her out again.

"Well, on this front, business looks pretty damned good."

"Haaaaa! Oh my god, never use that in a bar, kid!"

"That was good," I insisted with a proud smile, nodding at Sheldon as he set my beer on the bar in front of me.

"It was corny and it made me wanna puke. I've heard them all, y'know sweetie pie."

"I'll try harder next time."

"I should expect. You'll never get into my panties like that."

"Sheila!"

"Oh, fuck off. Ya know ya want me."

"Who wouldn't?"

"See, that was good. It was honest and complimentary. Just because I'm a slut doesn't mean I don't appreciate a little romance."

"Don't talk about yourself like that."

"We've had this conversation. Anyway, just go and ask Kitten, she'll tell you. She'll tell you to stay away from me, too."

"She already has."

She looked up from her drink, a clear fluid that I guessed contained no small amount of vodka.

"Personally, I think she's crazy," I amended, taking a long gulp of my beer.

"You may be right about that. You may also be interested to know that she's warned me off of you, too. Told me she'd tell your mother if she found out we were hanging around with each other. Apparently, she saw us last night."

"Oh, fuck. What'd you tell her?"

Not much. Nothing that would add up to anything your mother could throw in our faces. ... Worried?"

"Well, yeah. I don't know why. It's not as though I'm going to stop hanging out with you, and I know she'll catch us sooner or later, so why worry?"

"You know why."

I sighed, "Whatever," thinking of how my friendship with Sheila would complicate what I was supposed to accomplish with Kitten.

"You're brave, that's for sure."

"Stupid," I corrected.

"Maybe that, too. Personally, I just fucking hate being told what to do, especially by Kitten. God, she reminds me of my mother and you know that's not a good thing."

"Do I ever. How'd you stand being in the same house with that?"

"I don't know. I suppose it's like people say about what you accept as normal behaviour from your family, based on what you grew up learning to expect."

"You had to know that wasn't normal at some point."

"Well, yeah, it's just that at that point, you've already acclimatized and found your place. It becomes your personal normal, no matter how strange or unbearable it is."

"Seems hard to imagine, based on what Mum told me."

"Yeah, well there's some stuff that not even your mum knows about. Things that evil bitch did to me that I couldn't tell her."

"She told me Marie hated you most of all."

"She wasn't lying. It was never a good thing for me to be alone with Mum. Ever. You know, she's the only person I've ever hated in my entire life? Sometimes I think that the level of my hatred for her didn't leave an ounce of it for anyone else."

"I don't blame you. And did I ever almost shit myself when I saw her face."

"I'll bet. I'll bet she felt the same way when she saw yours."

"She thought I was Ashleigh's son at first, until... she smelled that I was Mums."

" ... Huh?"

"She could tell which of her daughters gave birth to me by my smell, once I got close enough."

" ... Seriously?"

"Yeah, it creeped the hell outta me too, but it only got worse from there. I ended up running out of the place full tilt."

"I believe it. I still can't get over the pattern of likeness in the family. Like I said, Kathleen's resemblance to Mum was just one of those things a person grows up with and accepts, but with you and Dad, me and Kitten..."

She looked at me strangely, with an almost vulnerable expression before sipping at her drink.

"It's more than that," I informed, "it's the irregularity of the pattern. I don't resemble my father in any way, nor do I look anything like Mum. I don't share any personality traits with either one, despite how you say I'm just like her. On the other hand, Ashleigh and I share both appearances and personality traits very closely."

"You are just like your mother," she maintained with a teasing grin, "whether it be by personality traits, or learned behaviour. As for you and Ashleigh, obviously I've noticed the physical similarities, but what personality traits do you mean?"

I shook my head, saying, "She really could be my mother. In a family where things made sense, she would be."

"Like Kitten and I."

"Exactly, but even that's... I mean Kitten with Marie's whole demeanor and everything."

"Fuckin' totally. And then there's the sex drive," she added with a horny, playful smile.

"And then there's the sex drive," I agreed with a sigh, but also a smile.

Sheila laughed a bit, raised her glass and, still with that smile she toasted, "Here's to our sex drives."

I couldn't help but laugh a little too as I toasted with my beer. There was just something about Sheila that was so much fun. In a way, she was like Mum when she was in a good mood, but this was her usual personality. The cool aunt.

Presently, the cool aunt was leaning forward and coming in for a kiss. I leaned forward and met her halfway and we lingered, both of us grinning as our tongues started to play. Her forearm came to a rest behind my head and across my shoulders as her other hand braced on my thigh.

"I'm really fuckin' horny," she whispered.

"So am I," I quietly admitted with the same grin I'd been wearing, my cock starting to twitch menacingly.

"Well... what are we gonna do about it, sweetie pie?"

"I don't know."

"That's okay. Sheila has a few dirty ideas. (Giggle!)"

 

Kitten

"And you just left her?" Auntie Kathleen asked.

In hesitation, I looked back up to her face, the predicament I'd created for Gina poking at senses weighted with guilt.

"Yeah. Maybe I shouldn't have, but the idea of it..."

"Leaving her to her own devices..."

"Yes, exactly. You understand?"

Auntie gave me one of those smiles from the other end of her couch and replied, "Yes, I know what you mean. Getting off on a physical level is one thing, but there's also the psychological sexuality that has to be satisfied."

"Yes."

"In some ways," she continued, "it's more powerful than the physical side of sex, but there's no denying how good it is when both are brought together."

"Yes!"

"But you feel guilty about Gina because you used her to attain that gratification."

" ... Yes," I toned, deflated in a heartbeat.

"Awww, Kitten, don't look like that. Sweetie pie, as much as it pains me to admit it, Ash is right in what she says about us. I, uhh... Well, I've always made a point of behaving myself as well as I could over the years after seeing Sheila in action from such an early age, but it wasn't easy and... Lately, I've been... well, a bit naughty."

" ... How naughty, Auntie?" I asked.

"Heh... Uhh, let's just say that I carry some regrets as well, hon. Its life, I guess. Things change and stuff happens."

"Um, you mean the trouble in Vancouver?"

" ... To an extent."

"It must have been awful."

"Yes. It was. Steven was incredible; he saved me. I was so unprepared at the time, other things on my mind. He's so strong... I really can't blame my recent behaviour on that alone, though," she sighed. "Yes, it was the catalyst, but it's no excuse."

"Have you ever heard a song called Thin Ice?"

"A Pink Floyd song, yes. Sheila always loved it."

"I know. She told me about it."

Auntie snorted derisively, taking my empty glass and rising to her high heeled feet. I watched her bum, a lot like mine but a bit rounder as she spoke to me in terms that only Ashleigh could approach, terms that actually could speak to me.

"I share your worries, Kitten, but the thing you have to remember here, the thing that separates us from Sheila, is how far we take things like that song. One can't just run their life based on poetry, the idea is absurd from the word go. Fiction is fiction, reality is reality and reality is often a lot dirtier than fiction. (Siiigh) I worry about how much like her I am. I always have to some extent, but not like I have been recently. My capabilities do scare me at times, and I won't deny that people have been victimized to satisfy my... need for complete sexual experience... But there's a difference where Sheila is concerned, something that I figured out about her a long time ago. You see, Sheila always had trouble understanding feelings from another person's point of view."

She was returning with our drinks, another of which I really didn't need. When she was settled, much closer this time, and she'd handed me my drink, she went on.

"I mean that quite literally. It's not exactly as though she doesn't care, because she does. It's just that she has no appreciation of other people's feelings. She can't understand how another might feel if they found out she was cheating, although she might feel jealousy if the situation were reversed."

I turned this over in my mind before I had to ask clarification.

"I know. It's hard to wrap your mind around it, but it's true. Her actions and ensuing explanations of them made it clear over and over. It sounds like denial and, for a long time, that's what I thought it was, but I was wrong. I wouldn't be surprised if nobody else ever figured it out. She's not one to get that close to people, never has been save for me."

"But, I'm not like that," I put in with honest certainty. "I know how other people feel all too well."

"So do I, and that's my point. Yes, I've become... a little slutty. I like it and I sort of can't help... (Ahem) But, I can and do identify with the emotional reactions of those around me. I try to help them, not go through them without a thought, despite my failings. This is what makes me different from Sheila, and it's also what makes you different, sweetie pie. It's why we both feel guilt when we look back on our regrets, when we worry about where we're headed."

She had a point, especially with the exclusive, albeit confusing, information about Sheila's behaviour.

"Isn't that right?"

"Well... yeah, except..."

"What?"

"It still leaves my horny."

"Yeah. Um, like I said, I hate to agree with Ash, but she does have a point about the Burchell drive. I mean, I can only speak for myself, but I've been looking at the opportunities here... I'm just saying that it might be best if I started thinking realistically."

"Wow. So, you're gonna stay here?"

"Whoa, I didn't say I was staying. I just said that I may be adjusting some old rules."

"So, you're going," I glumly assumed.

She paused but, with a reassuring smile, repled, "I didn't say that, either. Obviously, if I did decide to let my hair down, to use that cliché, this would be a good place to reside. On the other hand, it could get pretty boring."

Auntie sighed, placing a light hand with rings on three of its fingers on my thigh to slowly caress while she advised, "Try not to make life altering decisions before you have to, sweetie pie. Keep your options open as long as you can, you'd be surprised what sometimes pans out before you commit yourself."

"Yeah... I've been sort of thinking about it, too. Staying here, I mean. Not seriously, just as a... I don't know. It's scary to think that I could just totally change my life with one decision that nobody could reverse. It's so big that I can't take it seriously enough to see it as a realistic future. But Auntie, how would it ever get boring here?"

She looked down at my lap, answering after a short pause and an almost devious smile, "I hope to show you sometime. Kitten... You know, you might want to stay here, at least for a time. Like I said about keeping your options open before committing yourself?"

I nodded my silent understanding as she looked back to my face.

"And if, for whatever reason, you decide against this, you might seriously consider a... a life with me. Steven and I. I know we've only known each other three days, but..."

"I know, Auntie. I feel it, too. Um, I... have this situation at home. I can tell you now that, were it not for that and should I decide to not stay here, I'd go with you in a second, but I got this stuff I gotta..."

"I know, hon," she said, taking my hand in hers. "I don't mean to press, I just wanted you to be aware of that particular option. We have much in common, more than you know. There's so much I can tell you."

Before I could answer, she came in for a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. I kissed back, looking into her eyes and allowing her to slowly, gently push me back to recline in the corner of the couch while her lips became more aggressive. I parted my legs so she could easier lay against me, driving her tongue into my mouth as I squealed, grabbing her bum.

Before I knew it, my tank-top was pulled up to my neck and Auntie was sucking and nibbling on my nipples just the way I love, the very way I do to myself.

"Oh... ooo-ooh, Auntie, my boobies..."

She went to town on them for another minute before coming up for air, looking at me with an abandon I'd only ever seen in Auntie Ashleigh's face while she husked an exhilarating directive.

"You horny little cunt... take all your fuckin' clothes off."

 

Steven

"I don't believe this," I laughed as Sheila and I sat side by side on the bar top with our feet on our stools, pressed closely together.

"(Giggle!)"

"And I don't know how the fuck I let you talk me into this," I added, knowing perfectly well how.

It was because I was horny as hell, had been all day for assorted good reasons and, by that time, I'd imbibed enough to be quite open to the influences of my mother's other son. I didn't really care anymore, and the more I drank, the less I did.

Sheldon stepped up to her stool as Delores stepped up to mine with the same good humoured and anxious smile. Then, both of our volunteers reached forward and started unfastening our jeans.

"Oh my god, Sheila."

"I can tell you're already hard," she dirtily accused while she watched Delores's fingers undo the button above my zipper.

"Your clit's probably just as big right now."

"What do you know about my clit?" she laughed as she watched the zipper of her jeans being pulled down.

"I guess I'm about to find out when I see it."

"Well, your cock definitely looks nice and big," she said, staring at the blood engorged lump in my pants.

With no underwear again, she got to see for herself a few seconds later when my dress pants were pulled down my thighs. It lay against my shirt, achingly hard and ready for action in ways that Sheila wasn't aware.




Sera Ch. 07



"Oh, Stevie..." she approved, licking her lips. Let me just hold on to that while Delores..."

I made no move to stop her hand from gripping my cock at its base while her jeans were being worked down her hips, watching in awe as she slowly worked it from side to side, waving the dribbling tip in just that way. I groaned when her slow hand moved up to the head while her smile switched to my face. Feeling little reserve now, I reached between her legs, watching her back arch, thighs spread while I grabbed her pussy through her wet, deep purple thong and squeezed the way Mum loves.

"Fffuck, yesss. Ohh, yes, sweetie pie," she moaned before we started making out.

Once our pants and footwear were gone, we used our hands for other things while Delores spread my thighs and Sheldon removed Sheila's panties. I could barely believe it was happening. I mean, this was the infamous 'Sheila' I was making out with, the woman my mother would sometimes tell me awful stories about.

We continued like sex crazed animals until Delores started licking my cock and balls and Sheila's underwear was a memory, both of us stopping to observe what came next with ourselves and each other. Sheldon seemed just as adept at servicing Sheila as Delores was at servicing me and both of them made it very clear how they enjoyed their work, putting their all into it. They had my aunt and I moaning in no time, soon going back to making out with each other.

And yes, she was awesome. I knew if I wasn't careful, we'd end up screwing the daylights out of each other, and how would that complicate things? My crazy cousin wouldn't be that impressed and, despite my opinions on her mentality, I didn't want that.

She came, moaning louder and louder into my mouth until the moment of her climax, gripping me as her body tightened to stone for several seconds. Her thighs relaxed first and Sheldon kept licking while she slowly spread them again, pulling away to look at me with glazed eyes and slack jaw.

"Oh, fuck that was good!"

"(gasp) Let's ta- take the rest of our clothes off," I breathily replied while Delores choked on as much of me as she could shove down her throat.

"Yu- ahh-h... yeah."

This was accomplished quickly and, once it was, I freely checked out her tits. Not small, but not large by any stretch of the imagination, they presented nice handfuls of themselves and I didn't hesitate to take one.

"Mmm. Bite my nipples, sweetie pie." She almost plead.

Leaning over, I took one of her erected buds in my mouth, sucking it up further for a few moments before nibbling.

"Uhh! Mmmm?"

Bracing herself with her hands placed behind her on the bar top, she leaned back, looking dreamily at the ceiling while I enjoyed myself with her body. I was soon to the point where I was getting close and, as talented as Delores was, I knew Sheila was more responsible for what was soon going to happen.

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes, lick me!" Sheila lamented.

"Oh, god," I breathed in her ear. "Oh, fuuuuck..."

"You gonna cum, sweetie pie?" she breathed.

"Yeah!" I gasped, grabbing her blonde hair at the back of her neck and forcing her head forward so she could see the coming attraction.

Delores sat on the stool between my feet as Sheldon did between Sheila's, wearing an oversized, yellow T-shirt and a pair of blue Bermuda shorts, dark hair down and relaxed as she was off duty. She looked up at me with something that approached adoration as she sucked my head, her reward being my hand at the back of hers, gently forcing her down further for what she was about to receive.

The first heavy shot surprised her a little, as the first shot always seems to take women off guard but, in this case, the sheer volume and force added to her reaction. She managed to swallow before the third blast, but her mouth filled up fast and cum began oozing from the corners of her mouth, then spurting as she tried swallowing as much of my jizz as she could.

"Oh my gaaawd!" Sheila expressed, twitching while Sheldon licked her clitoris.

Cum and saliva squirted and ran in a small stream from Delores's chin to her shirtfront while I groaned, holding the side of Sheila's face close to mine as I enjoyed this. My hips bucked and I grunted the last few shots out, breathing hard and relaxing my grip on Sheila's hair a little.

"Oh my... Gaaawd!" Sheila repeated, then came again, wrapping one arm around my waist and holding on tight while Delores finally let my cock out of her mouth, looking up at me with no small amount of wonderment.

Her second climax seemed to be shorter lived, but more intense judging by her shrieks and, when she came down, we went back to making out. Sheldon continued his work and Delores began licking my still hard cock and balls clean with a slightly awestruck expression.

Sheila's way of making out was a sort of needful, desperate act that stopped just on the line of being rough, and it was exciting as hell as our hands groped each other with no reserve whatsoever. Soon, I barely noticed Delores's attentions and the want of my aunt began building to troublesome proportions.

"Wow..."

We were so caught up in each other, neither of us noticed Ashleigh's arrival, but now there she was, hands on her hips with an interested smile and a raised brow, just taking us in. Both Sheila and I jumped a foot at the sound of her voice, reacting as though we'd been caught, which we had been, but it wasn't as though the lady of the house didn't make herself clear about conduct. As we slowly turned red, Sheldon and Delores stopped, each of them greeting her by the title of 'Mistress', a little detail that helped make the whole scene so much more awkward and bizarre.

"You two look great together, but you might want to think about what all this could lead to. Sheldon, Delores, will you please excuse us?"

Now we were paying attention, slowly closing our thighs and trying to make it look casual. I was wondering if I should sit back down on the stool, if not start getting dressed again, when she went on.

"Don't get all upset," she assured as she came to stand between the two barstools in front of us. "Normally, I wouldn't say anything at all because it isn't my business, but please try to keep in mind what would have happened if Kathleen and/or Kitten had walked in here just now instead of me. I think all three of us know Kathleen well enough to want to avoid that, and I have a feeling Kitten wouldn't react very well either."

"(Ahem)" Sheila cleared, then toned, "You're right Ashleigh. We were just really horny and things got way out outta hand before we could think..."

"Yeah," I threw in, "I just, uhh... way outta hand..."

Standing there in the same gray sleeve dress she had on earlier, looking sexy as hell and in charge, she replied, "I should say. Again, I'm not complaining. Hell, under different circumstances, it'd have been me that took that... incredible load... Steven, do you always cum like that?"

"(Ahem) uh, lately I do, yeah."

She checked out my slightly softened member with a dirty little smile for a few seconds before looking at my other aunt. The blonde blinked back at her and offered a slightly unsure smile.

"I assure you that I hate to say anything at all about this. Not to stick it in your face, sis, but you're not exactly the most popular member of the family, so I'm really glad to see you two getting along."

Sheila somewhat recovered herself at this comment, her tone carrying the slightest defensive ring when she spoke, despite Ashleigh's emotional disclaimer.

"He doesn't judge people based on what others say about them."

Looking at me with a grin, then back to her, Ashleigh teased, "Maybe he just wants to fuck you."

After a second or two, both Sheila and I laughed with Ashleigh over this and the mood lightened considerably then and there. After a few minutes of easy small-talk between the three of us, Ashleigh got a little more serious as she addressed her sister.

"I wonder if you'd mind joining me for a bite to eat? There's something I'd like to talk to you about. Nothing too heavy, just something I'd like you to keep in mind."

"Uh, sure. Uhh... I'll just get dressed."

"You don't have to," Ashleigh leered, winking at me.

Sheila giggled along with my chuckle at Ashleigh's glib comment, the two of us getting down from the top of the bar to collect our clothes and don them once again. When we were finished and I was reseating myself at the bar, we said our polite goodbyes and they started for the door, Ashleigh obviously pleased at how I checked out her tits. As they were leaving, Sheila informed me that she'd be in her apartment later, slipping me a tricky little smile over her shoulder.

 

Kitten

I was almost relieved to find Gina in her apartment, but that didn't last long. First of all, she was in her apartment, not mine, and she was still upset about our (my) harsh words earlier on. I didn't feel very talkative either and this was the last thing I needed to think about just then. Now that I knew where she was, I only wanted to go back to my own place to feed Mr. Sparkles and to get a drink. So, I asked her where she'd been earlier and she told me she was walking around. She offered no details or further explanation and didn't ask where I'd been so, after hanging around a bit while she sat on the couch watching TV, I excused myself.

"Look, I gotta go next door and take care of some stuff. Um, why don't you come on by in a little while? Maybe after the show?"

"Sure." She replied without much behind it.

" ... Okay... well, I'll see you then."

Looking at her brought back the guilt over the things I'd done and I almost rushed into my apartment, through the foyer and to the kitchenette in agitation. After feeding the cat, I mixed myself a triple vodka and went out on my balcony, looking out over the front yard, at Gina's Vette and Steven's Caprice down there, and the road beyond. I could see upper stories and rooftops of other large, impressive homes amongst the trees and, while I looked, a silver Bentley went past out front.

The cold, potent drink was a blessing, but I wished I had something to sit on out there. Less than two minutes later, I was back inside and in the corridor, around the corner from my room where there was a small alcove that held an appropriately sized table with a wooden chair that was really nicely upholstered on the seat and back. I didn't think Auntie Ashley would mind, but I looked furtively around before I grabbed them both, hurrying off around the corner and back into my apartment with them.

With my feet up on the low balcony railing, I sat in my new seat with my drink on the table next to me, relaxing by myself in the sun to think about how I was screwing my life up before Gina could come around to tell me.

Suddenly clenching my teeth a little in shame and anger, I mumbled, "I cheated! ... I did. Oh, Daddy."

After I absorbed this for a moment, I took another drink and said, "Couldn't have helped it, never could've avoided that, ever. Oh, shit!"

I had a small panic attack then and there, but the booze kept the worst of the effects down, mercifully drowning them and making me want to stay that way for a good long time. I knew what was waiting for me once I sobered up and, if it was hard to face then, I wanted no part of facing up in the cold, sober light of day.

After I was halfway through the glass, I could think about the problem clearly without all those muddled up emotions that distracted me so. First of all, the only people who knew about the incident out back, apart from Jack and Rob, was Auntie Kathleen, and I knew that she wouldn't talk about our business with anyone any more than Rob or Jack would. As long as I didn't tell anyone (Gina) about what happened, nobody would be the wiser, home would be as it was and all I'd have to do was make sure it didn't happen again.

"There. Damage control teams: Stand down."

But there was still the question of how it happened, the answer to this evading me at first. For me, there's always and only ever been one man, that being Daddy. My unexpected attraction to Steven was enough of a shock, but the sheer intensity of how he made me feel when he was around made it easier to accept that there could be another. Rob and Jack? Sure, they were nice, attractive and all that, but they were just Rob and Jack. I never even looked at other men when I was out, so how did they happen?

"I was so horny. So, so fucking horny... And Auntie was there and so were those two hard cocks, and I've always fantasized about that, so I just gave in... like... like Sheila would have. ... Oh, boy."

I remembered the conversation I had with Auntie Kathleen, the things she'd said of herself and how she thought of them, becoming confused between what I wanted and what I believed was good for me. I went to take another drink and found the glass empty, so I got up and headed for the kitchenette as twilight began taking over the Earth.

Thinking about home, I stared straight through Mr. Sparkles as he pawed at my ankles, mewling for more food, thinking of my life in Langley and the person I was there. I gave it to him because all my cats are fat, smiled and crouched down to pet him while he ate, soon looking around myself with a different eye to my surroundings. I heard my door open well over an hour later, after I'd settled myself and was just stepping into my huge tub with a fresh drink.

"Gina!?"

"Yes!" she called back, soon stopping in the bathroom doorway as I settled into a lovely cloud of bubbles, my drink hidden behind me.

She seemed surprised, even though I smiled at her, but asked, "Am I in your way here?"

I looked around her as though there may be something out there I should be seeing.

"I mean here. At your Aunt's house."

" ... No," I told her, my turn to be surprised now that I understood.

"Am I in your way at all? I mean back at home, or whatever?"

"No."

There was a pause as she looked in at me, then came closer, walking right up and sitting on the edge of the tub with her back to me. She was wearing her usual dress pants and blouse type outfit and, amidst my dread of whatever conversation we were about to have, I had the sudden urge to pull her backwards and into the tub to have my way with her.

"I keep trying to think of what it is that I need to tell you, but I can't," Gina related. "I can't find a way to explain myself without you getting upset."

"I'd guess you want to tell me that this hedonistic atmosphere is not a good influence on me," I said quietly, "and that we should leave before something I could never help happens. You want to tell me that you're trying to look out for me because you love me."

Without turning, she gestured with her hand at how that was pretty much it.

"Know what? I believe you. And we should leave for those and all the reasons back home that you could remind me of."

Now she turned, looking at me with a quiet hope that I'd seen the light.

"But it's not that cut and dry anymore."

"Why?" she asked.

"It just isn't, sweetie pie."

" ... I wish you wouldn't call me that."

"Why not?"

"I don't like it, it gives me the creeps. This whole place gives me the creeps and so does... so does your family."

" ... Oh? How's that?"

"They just do."

"What about me? Do I give you the creeps, too?"

"Of course not," she assured after only the briefest hesitation.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Kat, I'm sure."

"Do you trust me, smutty?"

"Yes, I love you."

"But, do you trust me?"

I tried to meet her eyes, but she wouldn't rest them directly on mine when she replied, "Yes, I trust you."

She was lying.

"Why don't you go make yourself a drink and come join me? The water's nice and hot."

"Actually, it's been kind of a long and stressful day and I was going to turn in early."

After a moment, I nodded my understanding as I watched her get up and turn to face me, saying, "I- I think maybe you're right in what you said about it not being so cut and dry here. It's the big reason I wish we could just leave.

And, with that, she left my bathroom. I listened to her close my outer door before I grabbed my drink and leaned back, closing my eyes and trying to relax again as my face started to perspire in the lovely heat.

 

Steven

I made my own breakfast the next morning, pouring a bowl of granola cereal being something even I can handle. I leaned against the kitchenette counter, eating it in a pair of gray boxers that I actually bothered to put on when I got up. Stanley was eating on the floor at my feet and everyone was happy in Aunt Ashleigh World.

Well, not quite.

I fretted about my involvement with Sheila, yet I couldn't help but love everything about her, and I kept smiling when I'd remember specific details of the night before. She was something else. She actually reminded me a lot of Mum, except in a different way, and I could easily see the pair they'd have made when they got along, the 'misery sisters'.

I finished the bowl off, cleaned it out in the sink and put it away before feeding Stanley some milk. He wasn't a bad critter.

"What's the big deal?" I asked aloud as I entered my room with a beer.

"We fucked around with Kitten's mother, that's what," I replied. "Now what'll she think?"

"Mum, or Kitten?"

"Take your pick."

"We didn't actually fuck her."

"Yeah, but..."

"Look, Kitten's fucking around with our mum, we're fucking around with hers. Right?"

"That's just super."

"I do think we should actually fuck her, though."

"Sheila?"

"Yes. And Kitten."

Again, I remembered when Sheila left the cave the night before, the way she was looking over her shoulder at me, and I knew I could have spent the night with her instead of alone,

"Okay, we gotta keep things in perspective here. Seriously, we don't wanna go-"

Fastening my belt at the waist of a pair of black casual pants, my next words were put on hold by the doorbell. I grabbed a black silk shirt, yelling that I'd be a few seconds as I threw it on and buttoned it up most of the way while I crossed the living room to the door.

It was her.

"Hi," Kitten said.

The little tard had this disarming lack of pretense, yet an embarrassed smile on her stunningly pretty face, exactly that of her mother's. My cock twitched heavily and I thanked the stars that I wore underwear that day while I struggled to come up with something to say to such a simple greeting.

"Hi."

"(ahem) uh, I was wondering if we could just talk about... ummm..."

" ... Come in," I invited, vaguely liking the fact that I had a place of my own to invite people into.

Once inside, she looked around and politely commented, "Nice. So's mine."

"You wanna drink?" I asked, walking nervously towards the kitchenette where I left my beer, self consciously buttoning my shirt the rest of the way up.

"Sure. Triple vodka and milk, please."

I turned to look at her, it being a quarter after ten in the morning. She only looked back at me questioningly, so I turned around and went to see to it. I brought it to her with my beer in my other hand and noticed that she was just standing there.

"Have a seat if you like," I offered, watching her polite, appreciative smile of thanks before she did.

She chose the couch, me the armchair. Sitting there in jeans and a baseball shirt, her knees together on the edge of the seat cushion, she looked as down home and innocent as an angel. Her light brown hair was beautiful and her eyes drew mine. Then I remembered her face buried in Mum's-

"Umm, I'm sorry you caught me licking your mummy's pussy."

My closer inspection of her got my prick growing, but this statement, annoyingly, finished it off and I had to be glad that I didn't have the time to tuck my shirt, underwear or no.




Sera Ch. 07



"I mean, I'm not just sorry you caught us, I... Ummm..."

"Yeah, I get it," I said. "She's uhh... She's quite something."

Kitten nodded at this, but looked away to do it.

"Well, she liked you from the moment she met you," I told her.

Looking back, she put me in mind of Marie when she carefully admitted, "I liked her right away, too. And, umm... what I said in the kitchen about having your, uh... babies... Well, I don't... That was just weird," she judged, then giggled nervously.

And I couldn't help but laugh a little. She forced it out of me with her funny little way.

"It's a pretty weird family," I said, excusing her.

"A horny family, that's for sure."

"Yeah..."

There was an uncomfortable pause on that note where she seemed to shift in her seat before saying, "Well, what I was really worried about was how you're feeling about me and your mummy. I was hoping it wasn't too much of a shock, seeing her like that and especially with her niece. And I was afraid of what you must be thinking of me after seeing... that."

"Well... it's really none of my business."

She seemed just a little put out by this statement and asked, "Isn't it?"

"What you and Mum do is out of my control."

"But... I'm your business."

These were Ashleigh's words and I suddenly wondered if I was looking at another one of her agents, both of us being played against, or into one another. It's what I would've done in her position.

"You can't deny it," she softly insisted while I took a drink of my beer.

"No. No, I can't. I'd like to in order to save the complication it adds, but you're right; I can't deny it."

"Um, that's kind of insulting."

"I don't mean it to be. It's just... Everything seems so up in the air," I sighed in a curious moment of openness with her. "So much has happened in the last few months, there's been so many major changes and surprises along the way... And it just keeps happening. Every day, it seems there's something new for me to deal with, or accept and adjust to, and the hits just keep on comin', y'know?"

"I'm not sure," she said, looking at me curiously.

I took my eyes from her, shook my head in dismissal and took another drink.

"You seem older than eighteen."

"You seem younger than that."

She smiled and nodded, offering after a slight pause, "Are you attracted to her? Sheila, I mean. Because I know you're attracted to me and we do look exactly alike in so many ways, so I wondered..."

Now, there was a sticky question.

"Since you two are so much alike and since I'm physically attracted to you, I can hardly help being physically attracted to her, too."

She didn't seem to know what to do with this and I was beginning to get a greater feel of her personality. I started to relax, but I shouldn't have.

"Please tell me you haven't had sex with her."

"Wh- no. No, I haven't had sex with her," I scoffed. (Not really)

Kitten actually sighed in relief and I couldn't help but watch her chest as she did. She was starting to get to me again, this young woman who I believed was crazy and made Sheila seem second rate. I had to get some control over myself. A proper detective/agent has control, full erection or no.

"(Ahem) Okay," I said, jumping back in, "so, let me ask you the same question: How far have things gone between you and Mum?"

"Well, we, uhh... pretty much like you saw. We've fingered each other and played with each other's clits and stuff, but we like to suck each other's pussies a lot. We really get along well."

"Yeah... sounds it. Uh, so you two hang out a lot?"

"Yeah, since we've been here. You and Sheila?"

"I've run into her a few times," I said truthfully, then hopped away from that with, "In any case, it doesn't matter as long as you and Mum are... you know. Cause anything between you and I with that going on would be..."

"Y- ... So, you're saying... So, it wouldn't bother you that we're cousins, but it would if your mummy and me still played with each other while I was with you?"

I took another drink, shifting in my seat while I stalled, seeing that this child mentality could hold her own.

"You're the one who's supposed to have my babies."

" ... I don't think it's very nice to throw that in my face," she said, hurt feelings fueling her put out expression. "I don't know why I said that and it was embarrassing. I only came over here to apologize and to talk to you, how would you like to be treated like that for just trying to be friendly?"

"Okay, you're right, I'm sorry," I admitted.

"You don't seem very sorry."

Once again, I was struck by how much like Marie she was. She had the same way of trying to fix her eyes on mine and her temperament was pure Grammie. It was so fucked.

"I'm sorr- Look, I don't mean to be rude, it's just... Normally, the fact that you're my cousin would bother me, but I've learned in the last few months that life is fuckin' strange and the word 'normal' is open to definition at the best of times."

She regarded me closely, the offense gone from her perfect features, a studious expression there instead before saying a few long moments later, "I can relate to that."

I couldn't help smiling a little and so did she.

"I'll try not to be an asshole," I promised.

"I'll try not to harp about Sheila, but I hope you listen to what me and your mummy say about her, 'cause it's all true. Both of us oughta know."

I nodded, giving her the correct, placating smile while I fought to keep my eyes off her body.

"And, umm... Even though we look the same, there are some... physical differences."

"I know. Kitten, don't worry about it. To me, she looks like you, you don't look like her."

After a moment thinking this over, she smiled, her beautiful lips parting to show her white teeth. Oh my god, she was so perfect.

"Wanna see something?"

It was mostly Mum's other son who grinned in reply, finally checking her out with my eyes to her obvious approval.

 

Kitten

"I've seen it," he said.

"Oh, I replied, looking at the cinderblock garage and then back to him. "But, have you been inside?"

"Yup."

"Wanna go in anyway?"

"Sure."

Several minutes later, we were poking around some of Auntie Ashleigh's storage, a lot of it looking as old as the house, when I found something.

"Holy shit, look at this, Stevie."

He turned, the ghost of a smile on his face, and smiled wider. I was holding up an armless statue of a woman whose long, flowing robe was only half draped across her body. One voluptuous hip and breast were exposed in a detail and style that spoke way more of pornography than of classic art.

"Pretty hot stuff," he judged, looking more at me than the statue.

I giggled, getting even hornier than I already was, and put the statue down carefully, saying, "Too bad about the arms. But, if they're in this mess somewhere, maybe it can be fixed."

"Maybe," he agreed, checking out an old, double bitted axe.

"That's cool," I said, coming closer. "You ever split wood before?"

"No, we had electric heat."

"It's therapeutic. Can I see?"

He handed me the axe and I tested the edges with my thumb, feeling its weight and balance with one hand on the handle, vacantly asking aloud, "I wonder if there's an old stove around?"

"Why?"

"It'd be cool. Um, I know why you didn't tuck your shirt in," I told him with a playful smile. "Your cock is all big and hard for me. Isn't it?"

" ... So what?" he asked with a sheepish smile. "You made yourself pretty clear, too."

"I couldn't help it," I said.

"Neither can I. Whenever I'm around you, it just..."

"Yeah... I'm pretty horny at the best of times."

"Me too."

"Um, do you like porn?"

" ... Yeah," he admitted. "You?"

"Uh huh. I like all kinds of filthy things."

I couldn't help my great big smile just then, but was rewarded by quite a reaction to it from him. He seemed surprised or something. As for myself, I'd had my fair share of vodka that morning and I was suddenly afraid I'd pushed things too far. I couldn't read this moral center that seemed to be holding him back like I could when I seduced Daddy.

"We all like filthy stuff," he almost stammered. "We Burchells, I mean."

I nodded.

"What do you think of that?" he asked.

"I dunno. Sometimes stuff runs in families."

"Every one of us," he said clearly, as though he felt the need to clarify. "Even our Grandmother. I take it you've never met her?"

"No, but your mummy told me about her."

"Yeah, she told me about her too, but it didn't do justice to meeting her, I'll tell you that."

"You met her?"

"Yup," he confirmed, moving away from me.

" ... What was she...?" I trailed off as I followed to stand in the wide doorway with him.

"What was she like?" he clarified for me. "Let's just say that you're fortunate to have not met the crazy old fuck."

"That bad?"

"You couldn't imagine," he said, glancing sidelong at me. "And I'm telling you right now, you don't want to... but..."

"What?" I asked, sensing that he was driving at something he'd rather not go near.

"That sex drive, the 'Burchell drive' as Ashleigh calls it?"

"Yes."

"Well, Marie had it too."

"What do you mean? How do you know?"

"I mean she jumped me."

"No way."

"Yes way. And y'know what else?"

"What?"

"Like your face is exactly like Sheila's, her face was exactly like Mum's. It was Mum's face, but thinner and older."

" ... Really?" I breathed, finding that very interesting and strange, but what he said next really got my attention.

"Not just that, she had Sheila's body and your... demeanor. Sorta."

I didn't answer to this, but only stared as he refused to look at my face. I wouldn't have known how to answer to something like that anyway and, for a few seconds, I'd decided he was bullshitting me. But I somehow knew he wasn't.

"But, how can... how can that be?" I finally managed. "Me and Sheila, that's an acceptable freak of nature, but... and what do you mean, she has my demeanor?"

"Not exactly that, but your... your particular charm. Your way. Look, I know how this sounds, but have you noticed how me and Mum don't look alike, yet Ashleigh and I do quite a bit?"

"Yes."

"That's Walton, our grandfather. Apparently, I look exactly like him in face and body, save for my eye colour which is pure Grammie. I've even been stopped on the street and told that by someone who apparently knew him."

"Who was he?"

"I dunno, just some old fuck I had the bad luck of running into just then, but I'll tell you, he remembered Marie, too. Told me I had her eyes and he didn't seem very impressed with me."

"I've had that happen to me. People whose lives Sheila ruined who took one look at me and... well, you know how some people are."

He looked at me with an odd expression, nodding his agreement but saying, "This was different, believe me. My point is that there's a lot more than a strong sex drive that we Burchells have in common."

"Apparently," I said, very thoughtful of the baffling information he'd shared with me. "Stevie?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened in Saint John?"

This seemed to take him by surprise and it was immediately obvious that this was definitely something he'd rather not go near. After a pause, he spoke dismissively.

"It's a long story."

"I got time," I tried, encouraging him with a friendly smile.

I was curious about exactly what amount of 'propriety', as Auntie Kathleen had put it, had been 'sacrificed', as she'd also put it, while they were forced to share a bed. Plus, this stuff about my Grandmother really had my ears up and I was certain there was some more to that than he was saying.

"It's also a very bizarre story, and one that I don't come out looking so good in. I'd rather not talk about it."

He was very direct on that, but not mean. I stopped pushing, thinking of ways he could come out looking bad where he and his mummy were concerned and getting even wetter. I was just beginning to debate a suggestion that we each take our pants off, but he suddenly moved out into the sun, hands in his pants pockets and looking like everything I've ever loved and lusted after.

"I gotta go," he said. "It was nice talking to you."

"Oh... Okay. Hey, Stevie?"

"Yeah?" he asked, having already started across the cobbled yard, but turning.

"We should hang out. Sometimes, y'know?"

"Yeah."

"You know which apartment is mine, right?"

"Yeah," he repeated, smiling despite himself.

I watched his form walking up the path that led to the house and wondered who would be helping me to get off. I groaned, partly at that thought and partly due to my hysterical horny. In order to get my mind off it, I took a walk out to the other part of the garage and lifted one of the doors to let the sunshiny warmth and fresh garden air in. After taking a moment for personal inspection, I found my embarrassing suspicion to be correct. The wet spot between my legs was just big enough, just dark enough that he'd probably seen it.

"Oh, shit," I sighed, blushing again before approaching the old Dodge in the recessed shadows of the rear wall, but I had to laugh a bit at how slutty I must have looked to him.

I was able to find some peace with the familiar sound of the heels of my ball breakers moving across concrete, and the vodka helped push guilty feelings about Daddy to unseen corners, much like the corner in which the coupe in front of me had been relegated some untold number of years ago.

I'd discovered it before, when I came down from the second story window ledge to explore the rest of the garage before leaving. Taking a look then, I found her to be quite solid overall, the flathead I viewed as a mixed blessing.

I popped the hood again and propped it, bracing my hands on the ancient radiator support and leaning in for a closer look.

"Sure to be seized," I toned aloud.

I sighed again, half thinking about how badly the rings may have scarred the cylinder walls and about what I was doing with Stevie. What was I doing? Playing with Auntie Kathleen was one thing, but he was a whole other thing altogether. He was a man and required a level of commitment that I wasn't in a position to even offer, not only because of Daddy, but because of my mistake with Rob and Jack.

Leaning over and reaching below the fan for the crank pulley, I was only just able to get a decent grip on the edges with the length of my arms but, after the mightiest try I could manage... it turned! Just a little, but it actually did!

"Huh!" I commented in complete surprise.

Somebody must have poured diesel fuel or whatever down the cylinders before they stored it there, and I wanted to have a closer look before I turned it any further just yet.

I'd straightened up and was looking down at the miracle of Detroit with a smile of delight on my face until I remembered Gina. She'd gone back to her own apartment the night before and I hadn't seen her that morning because I didn't feel like dealing with her. Also, I had wanted to talk to Stevie and I didn't want her around for that. The reasons I wanted to talk to Stevie were many, but my best one was to make him think of me instead of Sheila if he wanted someone to hang around with. That would keep him out of Sheila's emotionally challenged hands, save him from trouble with his mummy and, of course, leave only me for him to think about.

"Only to eventually tell him that I already have a man before going back home to him," I imparted to the flathead.

I sighed again and let the hood down, liking the feel of the old thing, the satisfying, heavy contact of the hood to the front clip. Moving around to the driver's side, I opened the door, taking it slow on the stiff old hinges while I thought again about what I was doing. It occurred to me that it might be a good idea to talk with Auntie Ashleigh about it, but I tended to shy away from any conversation that included my 'boyfriend back home'.

"I have to stop this. If Stevie gets messed up with Sheila, that's his life. He's been warned and... and I have a life back home. This isn't even reality, this is..."

But it was reality. That was the thing and it was inescapable as the unlikelihood of that flathead's crank budging. It plausibly shouldn't have been, should've been some crazy situation in a story I might have written, but it was real and I was involved. It was my other reality. Could I be the same person in my Montreal home as I was at home in Langley?

I shut the door of the old car, another satisfying sound. Walking to the front of the garage, I closed down the bay door and wandered towards the man-door to the other section, looking back at the old Wayfarer one last time before leaving.

The yard was nice and sunny warm, but it didn't help lift my spirits much. You see, it wasn't the question of whether or not I could be the person I was at home while in Montreal that weighed on my mind. No, it was the fact that I couldn't be who I was at my Montreal home when I was at my Langley home. I mean, I had my own apartment, a full staff to grant my every wish but, more importantly, I felt a unique sense of belonging as a person that I'd never felt before.

In any case, it was becoming more and more apparent that I'd have to deal with Gina somehow because, while I really didn't feel that she was in my way, I wanted to keep it that way. It riled me all of a sudden, having to deal with her at all. And what was wrong with her anyway? My family gives her the creeps? My family had been nothing but nice to her, Auntie Ashleigh extending every courtesy while everyone else treated her with nothing but respect, even Sheila. Who was she to say something like that? What in hell was wrong with her?

I'd gained entry to the house and was strolling down the main hall, irritatedly wondering what I could do to keep Gina on an even keel for two weeks when that voice that could make everything okay hailed from above me.

"Are you even wearing a bra, you saucy little creature?"

"(Giggle!) Auntie!"

The owner of the house beamed down at me in a mid thigh length, red dress, her nails standing out in the same colour as she held the second level railing.

"'C'mon up, sweetie pie."

"Um, I really need to go change."

"Oh? ... Oh, I see. Miffy's soaked, isn't she?"

"Uh huh. I was talking to Stevie," I said as I resumed my way to the staircase.

"So, how'd that go?"

"Alright. It was the first time we really spoke to each other."

"What do you think?"

"I already liked him," I admitted with a smile, wanting to get off really bad now. "I was kinda biased."

She chuckled and moved to meet me at the head of the staircase where I looked up at her awesomely beautiful eyes. They sparkled just for me, like they often did, and I could only giggle a bit.

"Oh, Kitten. You're so much more than I'd imagined," she said, looking at me with pride and lust. "Did you two...?"

"No," I grinned.

"Did you want to?"

"Yeah. He did, too."

"I'll bet he did," Ashleigh assured.

"Uhh-h," I softly gasped, a little amazed to find my hand between my legs and squeezing miffy.

"Where's Gina?"

"Sh- um, she's in her apar- partment. I think. Mmm."

She looked at me with the nicest smile then grabbed my boobie and squeezed, making me moan.

"Wanna come see my apartments, sweetie pie? We'll do some talking and... other imaginative things. Hmm?"

And that answered my earlier question of who was going to help get me off. 



Sera Ch. 08



Steven

I went directly to the kitchen for brunch, sitting and waiting patiently while my erection receded. By the time I was done eating, it was safe to tuck my shirt tails and start looking for the nearest beer, but I found Mum instead.

"Oh, there you are, hon," she called.

She was at the rear of the first floor main hall, looking like she'd just come in from out back as she struggled to see in the diminished light of indoors. A black, loose but form flattering dress covered her curves less than halfway to her knees, the square necked collar unbuttoned at the top to show a bit of pink lace bra. I watched its contents jolt and bounce as she approached on confident high heels to stand before me with a friendly, if careful smile.

"I'm a little bothered by how fast I got used to sleeping in," she confided.

Adopting the same careful, but friendly attitude, I replied, "The lifestyle of the rich and famous grows on me quick, I must admit."

"Especially Ashleigh's vision of it, huh?"

I smiled, thinking of the night before with my forbidden aunt and the audience of off duty staff.

"We should probably talk about some things," she said. "You think?"

"Yeah."

"Your place, or mine?"

"Doesn't matter. Yours."

In a way, it wasn't like dealing with Mum as I sat on her couch soon after, she going to the kitchenette to fix herself a drink and get me a beer. It was almost as if she was a stranger and I really was the detective/agent. The thing of it was that I was supposed to be her detective/agent.

She came back, passing me the bottle with a smile as she bent low enough for me to see down her top, on purpose I knew. I smiled back and took a drink while she sat beside and slightly turned towards me on the edge of the couch with her knees together.

"We haven't really had much time together since we've been here," she commented.

"No, I guess not. But then, maybe it just seems that way after Saint John and that little room."

"Yeah, could be. I miss you sometimes, even though I know you're in the house or on the grounds somewhere."

"Remember when you told me that you thought that all our big house back home ever did was keep us apart?"

"Uh huh," she said, hissing a short laugh and adding, "Now we're in a house eight times the size. And to think, we were going to get a small apartment."

"We did, in a sense," I observed with a glance around us.

"Yes, in a sense. ... Sweetie pie... I'm sorry about what happened. Not so much about Kitten, although I'm sorry if you feel badly about that, but I mean what I, uhhh... tried with you afterwards. I'm sorry, I just..."

She took a long drink from her glass, regarding it thoughtfully for a minute as she held it in her lap, then went on.

"I wanted you to know how I felt. I also wanted us to... connect. Like I say, we haven't been seeing as much of each other as we used to and... You know, that experience we had together? The first time we had sex? We've never done it again and lately you don't seem interested. I was just trying to make you see how I felt, not just about Kitten, but to reconnect with you and... feel you."

I believed it. Sure I did. But I couldn't be sure if those were her only, or ultimate reasons for attempting the Jedi spell with me. Half truths are the trickiest lies of all, and I oughta know.

"Okay."

"You forgive me?"

"Yeah," I truthfully said with a little grin.

"I love you," she said with her own smile, kissing my cheek.

"I love you, too."

"Uh, I hate to ask, but is it going to bother you with me and Kitten?"

"She was supposed to be mine," I said.

I wasn't even planning on saying that, it just came out of me without accusation or doubt, just a matter of fact.

"Uh... we- Honey, I'm sorry. I understand that there's something between you two, but how was I to know that? And I hate to say it, but it's not as if you were showing any interest and you still aren't. You two haven't even really spoken yet."

"We were actually kinda hanging out earlier."

"Oh?"

"I remember what I said out on the balcony a few days ago, it's just that... I don't know. I can't help it. I don't want to have these feelings for her, but I do and it's more than just feelings. It's the parasite that really wants her."

After a pause, Mum offered, "She speaks much the same way about you and I definitely got the impression that there's a lot more to it than just boy-meets-girl. She's quite serious about you."

"Oh, I know.

"Well, that's good."

I raised my brows in doubt at that and took a slug of beer.

"Isn't it?"

"Mum... I was talking to her and at one point she smiled. It was this great big smile that should have been adorable, but..."

"But, what?"

"Her... It was... Mum, she's crazy."

"That's absurd."

"Uh, no it's not. This is one reason why this whole thing about her bothers me."

"I don't see that about her at all."

(But she wouldn't, would she?)

"Does she have it? I asked."

"'It'?"

"The parasite. Have you ever seen her... you know."

"I hate that term, but no, I've never noticed it in her. She's too young."

"Are you sure? I'm younger than she is."

"She has that Burchell presence, a lot like Sheila has, but I've never seen any evidence of it in her, no more than I did in myself when I was her age."

I nodded, taking my turn to stare thoughtfully at the drink she held in her lap until I could work up the nerve to ask, "Mum... have you two done what you and I did that first time? Have you had... that experience with her?"

"No. Why?"

"I just wanted to know," I replied.

This was another half-truth. Of course I wanted to know, the unsaid reason being that I now knew for sure that sex with another Burchell kick-starts the parasite. Whether or not Mum was aware of this, I had no idea, but it was her who taught me to never share what could be sensitive information for no reason and, since I was now a double agent, I had to be careful of that stuff.

"I wish we could do it again," Mum pointedly stated.

"We will. I want to."

She took my hand and gave me one of those old motherly smiles that I returned the way only a mother's child could.

"So, are you going to pursue Kitten?" she asked after some long moments.

" ... What I know is best for me is battling with what I want."

"She would understand that, and I really think you're misreading her."

"That's what I want to believe."

After another pause, "Would you like to watch?"

"Watch?"

"Kitten and I. I'm sure I could make it happen."

"Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Look, you should know what your Mum's all about by now, sweetie pie," she teased, moving closer to me.

"Yeah, but..."

"Think of it this way: Kitten doesn't know about us, so imagine the thrill of what would be going through her head if it just happened that something started in front of you. Oh my god, what a fun little role-play that would be," she excitedly projected.

Mum did have a point there and I had to quickly evict the mental images she'd put into my head.

"Eh?" she prodded, our thighs touching while she grinned and elbowed my side a few times.

"Aw Mum, come on," I begged with a laugh.

"Okay, never mind. How about just hanging out with us for a bit sometime soon?"

"There's a problem with that," I stated.

"What problem?"

"Well, we both, uhh... we get really turned on when we're around each other. I mean really turned on and it shows very clearly on both of us."

"That'll be fun," she giggled.

"I'm serious," I assured her with a slightly embarrassed grin.

"So am I," she sleazed, moving closer. "But now Mummy's all turned on.

"Mum, you're always horny, you slut."

"(Giggle!)"

 

Kitten

I'd wondered why Ashleigh used the plural when she referred to her apartments, but the reason was clear once we reached the third floor. She had an entire wing to herself, and the space used a sort of open concept design rather than a corridor.

At the top of the private staircase, I found myself in an atrium with a huge skylight above, the natural light it allowed into the spacious chamber supplementing the large windows in the opposite wall. The usual plants were everywhere and the light quality and feel of the space was such that, at first, I almost thought I'd stepped outside. The floor was done in gray mosaic tile with reddish, cloudy streaks, the walls something that looked like polished, medium gray cement with huge, exposed wooden beams that were aged to a light gray at evenly spaced intervals.

Perhaps strangest of all, there were actual windows in the interior walls alongside the wide, black stained, wooden doors at each end of the atrium. They had curtains, some of which were drawn, ledges with flower troughs under them and everything. There was even an outside light above each of the doors, these I guessed, being the lighting for this space when the sun went down.

Ashleigh took me to the left as I tried not to trip over my feet while looking around myself at this curious spectacle. We entered a set of wide, ten feet tall, double wooden doors and I found myself in the living room of what I might call a luxury bungalow. This décor was more modern feeling, yet still traditional, and I figured this must be her inner sanctum as she led me on through the residence, down a corridor and to a curious bedroom.

The dark hardwood floor worked well with the beige walls and dark trim. One large window was covered by heavy, dark brown, velvet curtains that reached the floor, and the furniture, though nicely detailed in its own way, had a sort of rough look to it, especially the huge bed with the big, mysterious eye-bolts screwed into the wooden head, footboard and along the heavy frame.

"This is sort of a guest room," she said with a smirk as she walked towards a closed door. "You might say it's where I punish people for good behaviour."

At first, I didn't understand what she meant until I noticed the cable and swivel secured to the wall above the nightstand. The cable led to a pulley in the ceiling and then down again to a small winch affixed to the wall beside the bedhead, and that's when my online experience with BDSMers came back to me, my jaw slowly sagging with awe and nervous excitement.

When Auntie Ashleigh's staff referred to her as 'Mistress', they apparently really meant it and I wondered at what the employee of the month went through in this room.

"Oh my god," I giggled.

"What?" she asked, standing inside a huge walk-in closet.

"Are you a real Domina, Auntie?"

"Yes, sweetie pie, I am," she chuckled. "And I'm impressed at your knowledge of the proper term."

"I learned it online," I monotoned as I reached out and fingered the swivel, wondering...

"Oh? Well... I'm probably not exactly like what you'd expect from online."

"In what way?"

"We all have our own little kinks," she answered as she emerged with an outfit. "And online is one thing, but when you're in the room and part of the show... Take a shower and change into these. The bathroom's right through there."

She pointed to the other doors as she walked towards the exit and it was hard not to notice the subtle change in her presence. Here, she was in total charge and she didn't suggest or ask anything.

"Come to my bedroom when you're done, and don't be too long about it."

"I won't, Auntie." I replied with a whole new respect for her.

I couldn't help getting myself off in the shower, but I was plenty fast about it.

Surprisingly, it was a baseball uniform. White, skin tight breeches made of stretchy cotton. They were so thin, so tight that, without panties, they clung to miffy's pouting, spread lips, making her stand out in stark relief. There was also a snug, pink Jersey with a white Playboy bunny on the front, the number '69' on the back with my last name above it. Included was a pair of pink sneakers, ball cap and elastic for a ponytail. By the time I was done dressing, I couldn't help but wonder how long Auntie Ashleigh had this waiting for me. My horny couldn't even remember masturbating in the shower, but then it rarely ever did.

I soon found her bedroom and I knocked a little timidly on the open door.

"Come in and close the door behind you." She called from what I guessed was an en-suite bathroom. "Have a seat on the bed, I'll be out in a minute."

Her bedroom wasn't overly large, about the size of an average living room, but it was a Victorian masterpiece. I closed the door and crawled up on her unusually high, unusually large bed. The mattress was medium firm and all the oversize comforters, duvets and soft blankets made it a very cozy nest as I sat on one thigh, knees bent with my heels touching my bum and one hand on the mattress, waiting. I couldn't help but grin as I looked around myself.

Auntie Ashleigh soon appeared in an open doorway with an ashtray and what I thought was a cigarette, and her smile of expectation turned to almost pure lust when she stopped to look at me. It actually made me blush.

If you weren't my niece, you'd be working here. And I do mean here," she specified, gesturing to the floor with the cigarette.

"What would I be doing?" I asked.

"Whatever I told you," she responded with a leer as her eyes groped my body.

I giggled a little and she made her way to the bed, sitting on its edge and leaning over, resting her weight on one forearm and placing the ashtray on the bed between us. From between her boobies, she plucked a gold butane lighter and lit the cigarette, which was about half the diameter of a normal one and appeared to have been rolled by her. I wondered how it was that she didn't just go out and buy them ready made. It wasn't as if she couldn't afford it.

"Ever smoke pot, Kitten?"

And there was another question answered.

"Um, no. I've never even smoked a cigarette," I admitted as the sweet smell of the stuff reached my nose.

She inhaled, making swift 'whooshing' sounds as I watched curiously. Holding her breath, she passed it to me.

I coughed my lungs out. She told me not to inhale so deeply and to try again, so I did, again coughing my lungs out. I passed it back to her and she passed it back to me at intervals until my throat adapted and I could hold some of the smoke in my lungs like she did.

"That's enough for you, sweetie pie," she said when the joint was three quarters smoked, mostly by her. "You've been drinking and we don't want you all messed up on your first time, do we?"

By the time she finished the joint, I was definitely feeling something. I liked it.

"So..." Ashleigh started while placing the ashtray on one of the bed's attending, tall nightstands, "What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" I asked?"

"Yes, wrong," she confirmed, leaning on her forearm again to look at me. "I could tell when you were coming up the main hall, and it wasn't just your overactive hormones."

"Well..." I dithered.

I didn't want to get into it because of how the pathways of some of my troubles led to Daddy, but her expectant, raised eyebrow and her wonderful, loving, sparkly eyes opened me up to the Mistress in her private domain. Her change in demeanor here made it obvious that this was where she exercised her authority as head of the family and home owner as it pleased her.

"It's just... Well, Gina and I kinda aren't getting along."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"She, uhhh... She doesn't think this is a good environment for me."

" ... She wants you to leave," she told me more than assumed.

"Yes."

"I understand. Are you going to?"

"No, Auntie. We agreed on two weeks and she has to stick to that."

"Okay. So, it's the ah... uninhibited atmosphere she doesn't like."

"Yes."

"Right. Well, Gina doesn't understand us. When I say that, I don't mean that she doesn't know you personally but, as a Burchell, she doesn't understand you. She couldn't."

"You mean the Burchell drive."

"Among other things. Spread your legs. ... Uh huh, nice and wide for Auntie. So, now you see even better why she can't be included in a lot of family discussions."

"Yes."

"You'll see that even clearer in time, but right now I'm a bit concerned with how this is making you feel."

" ... It's like being really, really tired and having someone who's always waking you up whenever you drift off. I love Gina, and I know she's only looking out for me, and what's good for me, but..."

"But, what?"

"Everybody in my life has always been doing that and I'm sick of being..."

"Herded?"

"Yes! That's it exactly. I go where I'm told I should go, doing what I'm supposed to do when I get there in a life that's been set out for me by people I love and who claim to know better than I do of what's best for me. It makes me feel like a child, like I'm stupid, and I hate it."

I was a little surprised at this outburst, but it felt good to finally tell somebody.

"Does your boyfriend treat you this way, too?"

"Yes."

After a thoughtful pause, Ashleigh asked, "Were it up to you, how would your life in Langley have turned out? What choices would you have made for yourself?"

" ... I used to be an exotic dancer, y'know."

"Yes, I do."

"Well, I'd probably be doing that for a living because I really loved it, and because then I'd feel independent. I'd be making my own money and lots of it, but even more important is how independent I'd feel. Everybody looks at me like a child, even Gina, and I just want people to see me as a woman."

"And respect you as such."

"Yes. Exactly."

"I understand that. Do you think you need to be herded through life? Be honest, now."

I sighed, thinking about this for a moment before replying with, "Well, everybody needs support from people who love them, but... I don't know. Sometimes I believe the stuff they say and I think I do, but sometimes I refuse to believe it."

"Do you love your boyfriend?"

"Very, very much."

"What's his name?"

"James," I lied.

"Have you ever cheated on him?"

I hesitated, then with my eyes down said, "Yes. I did it yesterday with two groundskeepers... a- and Auntie Kathleen."

"And that's another reason you're upset. Does Gina know?"

I shook my head.

"Hm?"

"No, Auntie," I replied. "I wish I didn't do it and I can't..."

"Can't what?"

"I can't let it happen again, but..."

"Speak your feelings here, Kitten. I won't hold anything against you or judge like others would."

" ... But, what about Stevie? Sex with the staff will make him see me as a useless little slut, but sex with him would be so much more cheating because of how I feel about him. In the meantime, I have no right even thinking about sex with either Stevie or staff because of James. It's pretty fucked up, Auntie."

"Alright... Who do you want to have sex with? And when I ask that, I don't mean from the perspective of loyalty, monogamy or propriety. As a horny woman, who do you want?"

"Stevie."

My reply was prompt enough to startle me. It meant that Stevie had won out over 'James' where my horny was concerned.

"And if you had a choice of either's company on a trip somewhere?"

I did pause in thought there, but my answer was the same.

"Why?"

"Because he wouldn't be there as an authority, as a babysitter. He'd be there as an equal."

"How do you know? What if, once he got to know you, he started treating you as James and Gina do because he sees the same things in you that they do?"

"Um... well, he... If he did, he'd be different about it. We'd be with each other, not just me with him, and we'd be taking care of each other, me of him as much as he of me."

"But, how do you know that? You can't know him or what he's all about from the little time you two have had together."

"I know this sounds weird, but I do know. I mean, no, I don't know him or what he's all about at this point, but I know... I just know inside that he wouldn't be like that. Does that sound stupid?"




Sera Ch. 08



"Not at all," she assured with a smile, looking at my boobies, then my crotch. "How long have you been with James?"

"A few years."

"Funny my investigator didn't know about him. I'll have to review his performance... In any case, it sounds like you have some pretty heavy thinking to do, huh?"

"Yeah," I sighed, looking down the top of her dress.

"And you don't need Gina's authority in that, do you?"

"No."

"Would you like me to talk to her?"

"Oh no, please don't. She's... That would probably only make things worse."

"I won't if you don't want me to, but I agree that you should be left to figure out these issues on your own and I have to warn you that, while I do really like Gina, I won't let her become a problem in this house. Our family has enough problems to be sorted out right now without an outsider to make our sorting all the more difficult."

"I'll... talk to her. I've been trying to think of a way to keep her..."

"Out of your way?"

"Oh, god," I lamented, thinking of Gina's question concerning that the night before. "Yes. I need to... keep her out of my way while I work things out. Jeez, how do I get myself into these messes?"

She smiled and casually tweaked my nipple through my jersey, asking, "Not the first time?"

"Mmmm. No."

"Kitten," she said with a sigh, letting my nipple go, "As I've mentioned, we Burchells are somewhat unique in our own way. This impacts the practical value of your decision making, and I know you don't understand what I mean right now, but you will. In the meantime, don't be too quick to make any decisions and understand that things are the way they are here in order to cater to our more unique aspects and provide a place, a reality if you will, that fits us better than the rest of society and the ways that are fine for them.

"The reason you're not happy in Langley is because you're a Burchell and your life there doesn't allow for that. Again, you'll understand that a lot better soon, once you get to know this side of your family better. Just understand that this is not Langley and that, in this house, your home, your life is your own and your decisions will be respected, your actions understood. Okay?"

"Okay, but..."

"Yes?"

"There's still the guilt I feel for having cheated on James and, in a way, on Stevie too."

"You're holding yourself to the standards of the world outside my property. It's understandable because it's all you know, which is why I ask that you take your time when thinking your issues through. Allow yourself and your family to show you who and what you are while you're here. Don't deprive your decision making process of all the information it needs before it acts."

This was what Auntie Kathleen had told me and I was already in firm belief of the sentiment. I nodded as she went on.

"As for Steven... well, he's kind of like you in that way. Very proper and such because of how his mother raised him."

"Um, I don't mean to be disrespectful or mean, 'cause I really love Auntie Kathleen, but I don't get that from her. She seems pretty... uninhibited to me."

"Yes, well Kathleen wasn't always like that. Both she and Steven have been through rather a lot recently, they've both changed from what they were, and don't think Kathleen's new, uninhibited side hasn't rubbed off on Steven. Remember, he's a Burchell as well and just as horny as you are, the only difference being that he has the less emotional personality of a man and is better able to handle it. However, if any man could understand how it is with you sexually and make certain allowances, it'd be him and, if he doesn't understand that now, he soon will."

After another thoughtful pause at these words, I prodded, "Auntie?"

"Yes, sweetie pie?"

"How does a woman know when she's become a slut? I mean for real, beyond the fun of feeling, or acting like one."

Ashleigh smiled at this and, drawing her legs up on the bed to recline beside me, she appeared to mull this over before answering.

"This is what I mean. The answer to that question for you personally depends on which set of rules you're living by, the ones that are practical for you as a Burchell, or the ones you've been living by in Langley for the sake of those such as Gina who can never understand you. And again, a little time here will help you to answer that question for yourself with much less doubt."

" ... Okay. Are we Burchells really that different?"

"Yes. Be patient."

We were looking each other in the eyes here and I knew her love for me, knew that her advice was wise and purely motivated.

"And should Gina become a problem, you come tell me, hm?"

"I will, Auntie," I promised.

"Good. Now... what did you think of my guest room?" she asked with that leering smile.

"(Giggle!)"

 

Steven

"Remember Roxy?" Mum asked.

"Yeah, Roxy was cool," I recalled with a smile.

"Remember the fun the three of us used to have?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Imagine what fun we'd have with Kitten."

"Oh, boy."

"Hmmm? (giggle)"

"You're bad."

"She tastes so divine. And those titties are sooo-"

"Okay, I know what you're trying to do."

She laughed good naturedly and asked, "What am I trying to do?"

"You're teasing me," I grinned.

She laughed again, reminding me a lot of Sheila at that moment, and said, "I'm allowed to do that."

"Cause you're my Mum?"

"That's right," she confirmed.

"Well, I'll give you that, but there's something else first."

"Noooo," she whined playfully, scootching closer.

"I never did get to hear about your meeting with Ashley."

"Now!?"

"I should've had this long before now," I pointed out.

"Oh-h! (Sigh!) Okay, what do you want to know?"

"What happened?"

"Nothing, just her trying to assert dominance."

"Did she ask about what happened after she left home?"

"Yes. I told her to go ask Sheila. I assume she has."

I doubted this, as Sheila didn't seem upset when I saw her in the cave after said meeting, didn't even mention it outside her door when we spoke of how the tide had brought us back.

"Did she mention Saint John?"

"I did. I called her on her spying again and she totally owned up. She asked me about you. I think she suspects there's some funny business, but she can't prove anything."

"I take it you volunteered no information?"

"That's right."

"Did she say anything at all about our family anomaly?"

"Yes and no. We parried a little, but she didn't offer any information and I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of asking. Apart from that, she only told me to leave Kitten to her."

"By that, she means telling her, I assume."

"Yep. Personally, I have no problem with that as long as I get to keep an eye on the situation. I think it goes without saying at this point that Mistress Ashleigh knows more about we Jedi than we Jedi. Hm?"

"On that, we wholeheartedly agree, but what are you keeping an eye on?"

"Are you kidding? Didn't you see what was going on the first day we got here when Ash had Kitten's eyes like that?"

"So, your position hasn't changed on her."

"I wouldn't say that. I tend to better trust her motives about family, but she has her own appetites and she's used to having them satisfied. I'm watching to make sure she doesn't use Kitten to do that. I'm also watching Sheila and trying to work her out of this place."

"Why?"

"Why? Because she's an undesirable whore is why. We wouldn't want that here should we decide to stay, would we?"

"Good luck with Ashleigh on that," I easily dodged with a smile.

"Ashleigh doesn't know Sheila like I do. Sooner or later, she'll slip up and I'll be there, holding the door open for her."

 

Kitten

"Sooo..." Auntie Ashleigh started with a smile as she traced a finger down the inside of my upper thigh, "how much do you know about the lifestyle?"

"Nipples," I answered, managing not to giggle in embarrassment.

"Nipples? You must elaborate."

"Twisting them, Auntie."

"Ah."

"And pinching them at the same time."

"Of course."

"It feels so good when they're let go. I love it."

"Have you ever been restrained?"

"Tied up?"

She nodded, still smiling and now tracing my other leg.

"Uh huh. Gina used to tie me to my own bed when we first met."

"Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes."

"I saw you checking out the hoist."

"Yeah, that was, umm... (Giggle) Do you really use that with people?"

"Yep."

"And they like it?"

"A few have learned to," my exciting aunt imparted with a wink.

"What do you do to them?"

"How badly do you want to know, sweetie pie?"

"Umm... how do you mean?"

She smiled wider, looking me over again and explained, "It's a bit like Vegas. What happens in my guest room stays in my guest room. So, uhh... how badly do you want to know?"

"OMG."

She chuckled softly, caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers, looking me in the eyes and asking, "You trust me, right?"

"Yes, Auntie," I replied, looking back into the beautiful, swirling sparkles of her eyes.

"Handing over control isn't always a bad thing. It depends on who you hand it to, of course, but you know you've given it to the right person when things are better after you get it back. I can make things better, Kitten. I know you like nobody else does and I can help clear your outlook, maybe even give you what you need to deal with Gina on your own."

I didn't reply, but paid close attention, immersing myself in her blue eyes as she spoke.

"And keep in mind that, when you place that control in my hands, you're no longer responsible. Nothing that happens will be of your choosing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Auntie."

" ... Kitten..."

"I... oh, Auntie," I breathed, feeling miffy getting wetter. "You can do whatever you want. You have control."

Her eyes seemed to sparkle all the more as she smiled wider and lovingly squeezed my thigh.

 

Steven

"You want a drink?" Mum asked, getting off the couch.

"Beer, please. No, make that a whiskey and water, half and half."

"I take it she's been talking to you, too?"

"Yeah. She says you're conceited."

"Ha!"

She also says you're a mouthy little bitch."

"Haaa! Good! That means she doesn't like how I stand up to her, means she's not used to it. You want ice, sweetie pie?"

"No thanks. She also said that you're her mouthy little bitch and that she loves you."

She smiled about that before she could turn it into a scoff, saying, "I'm sure she loves cats too, but even they wouldn't think of themselves as her pets."

"Gimmie a break, you like her," I teased with a half amused grin as she returned with our drinks.

"Better than I let on, but so do her cats."

We both had a quiet, but good laugh over this, her expression becoming that of the seductress again as her eyes glanced up and down my chest.

"Well," I said after our mirth faded, "I have to say that I haven't found anything the cats wouldn't like as of yet, and it's not for want of looking."

"I'm sure it isn't."

After a short pause where she leaned a little closer, giving me that smile and those eyes, I asked, "Have you been having sex with the staff?"

Her face did a summersault before she could manage, "Geez, honey... you really know how to set a mood, huh?"

"Well... Do you?"

" ... Yes. I have."

"Women," I assumed.

"Yes, with women."

"Men?"

" ... (Ahem)"

Under the circumstances, I had to accept this. Hell, she wasn't the only one and I was far from innocent. The five of us were all becoming sex crazed deviants, and I wondered once again at the control Ashleigh must have over her staff in order to ensure such a necessary loyalty.

"I, uhhh, just got a little carried away this one time... He fucked me."

"Um, okay."

"It was just a couple of thrusts, though and he didn't cum inside me."

"Uh huh."

"You know you're the only man I love, right?"

"Yeah."

"You're not mad?"

I shook my head.

"Um... have you?"

"Have I done stuff with the staff?"

She nodded and I could tell she wouldn't care if I told her, would in fact only use it to justify her own actions, which she really had every right to do.

"Delores. She sucked my cock."

She smiled at this and, as predicted, replied, "There ya go."

"Does Kitten?"

"Not that I know of, at least nothing serious. Why? Would that make you jealous?"

"No, I was just curious."

"Sure."

"Seriously, Mum."

"If you say so."

"I do say so."

"Yup," she teased with her smirk.

"Don't be like that," I laughed.

"Like what, sweetie pie?"

"Like that!"

"You're being a very difficult child," she teased some more.

"Oh Mum, shut up and suck my cock."

"Oh my god!" she mocked while reaching for my fly. "What a horrible... filthy thing to say to your mother!"

"Yeah," I laughed.

 

Kitten

It was in the drawer she said it would be in. My fingers trembled slightly as I ran their tips over the wide, black leather collar, felt the chain attached to its swivel and eyed the buckle with helpless, horny attraction. Auntie Ashleigh told me to hurry back, so I did, my sneakers making soft pounding sounds on the hardwood floor as I almost speed-walked back to her room with it.

"Put it on," she instructed with an easy smile as I stood at the foot of the bed she still reclined on.

As soon as I wrapped it around my neck, the chain dangling down between my boobies, miffy started to soak. Having some trouble with the buckle, she told me to use the mirror. When I finally got it done, I beheld this sight, the collar, my wide eyes, slightly parted lips and still trembling fingers. My bum started to feel heavy and my nipples got even more erect, perspiration beginning to form under the brim of my cap and the back of my neck.

"You like it."

I nodded, further confirming with, "Yes, Auntie."

"Bring me your leash."

Leash in one hand, she sauntered out of the room ahead of me with a confident swagger that mesmerized me while I easily and dutifully kept up. We came to the guest room and, as we passed it, I looked at the heavy, solid door, Ashleigh speaking as though she saw my glance even though she never looked back.

"Not yet, Kitten. Think of this as a process."

We left her penthouse bungalow and crossed the atrium while my nerves climbed at the same pace as my horny, having no idea what to expect now as we approached one of the doors. She opened it and walked right through, leading me behind her inside another space which could be best described as a home office of sorts. It was occupied by what I assumed to be staff, but I'd never seen them on the floors below.

There were six of them, three suited butlers and three uniformed maids. One of the maids, the brunette, was folding clothes on a coffee table while laughing with a man who sat beside her in a comfy chair, shuffling documents over the same table. With a pen, he checked things off at short intervals as he shook his head, distractedly laughing at his attractive friend's discourse. The other two maids, blonde and fiery redhead, were kissing on a green loveseat while the other two men spoke between themselves as they dusted and cleaned valuable looking ornaments at a dining room table.

I'd guess that not one of the six attractive people before me were over thirty, and they all greeted 'Mistress' respectfully, looking me over curiously as they did. I could only smile in return as she replied with the same warmth in her tone, but without introducing me. This brought the collar into much sharper focus, even as she let the looped handle go to dangle down between my boobies, but any doubt that her seeming lack of social graces left, her next words neatly eradicated.

"Kitten, you will politely ask each of the men in this room if you may please suck their cock. And I do expect you to swallow."

 

Steven

Her head bobbed rapidly in my lap, sucking voraciously like Mum does until I was as hard as I could be. She was all over it and watching her do this was something that never did get old, nor did some of her own kinks.

"Mum, you're such a little slut."

"Mmmm! Mmmmmmm!"

"Look at you suck like I offered you a quarter."

"Mmmp- (slu-urrp!) –mmm!"

"Ohh, fuck that's good... Su... suck..."

And she went right on until I stopped her, pulling her off and pushing her back on the couch.

She was looking at me in sensual, leering mock defiance while I removed the rest of my clothes and she asked, "You intolerable pervert... what are you going to do now?"

My answer was to spread her legs and grab her crotch.

"Ohhh! Oh, honey!"

"Keep your legs spread, I casually told her while my finger pulled her pink panties aside.

"Oh, baby no, that's mummy's pussy!"

How I loved her little act. I pulled her panties up her legs and off, then grabbed her tits, mauling them at will as she moaned. She cried out when she felt my cock at her opening and repeated herself as I pushed into her. She held her thighs back while I proceeded to pound her satisfyingly until we both neared orgasm. In a mutually accepted act of love, we beheld the other's eyes as we reached orgasm, when both our vocalizations along with the entire world around us blew away. That's the best way I can describe it. The funny part was how I was aware of it happening, but not overly concerned while reality as I knew it spun and I was carried away on that familiar wave with her. As before, we found ourselves breaking into a different aspect of the physical universe, time and history as we searched.

Over and through the trees, the leaves brushing past like the roaring wind above as the ground sped by beneath us. Once again, we were two joined to make one, as it was in the beginning when we swooped upon the men's fields in search of whatever it was that we sought.

 

Kitten

"You're hesitating," Auntie Ashleigh correctly observed while I goggled at her.

"I- uhh-"

"Do it," she ordered. "Now."

She meant it.

I had little choice but to turn from her, looking first at the man who was shuffling papers as he looked back at me. His cock was getting visibly harder in his pants and it was easy to tell by this and his grin that he'd most likely accept my offer.

"Go to him and ask properly while offering the leash to him, not from here."

(OMG)

I couldn't believe it, but I was moving towards him. He looked me up and down again while I freaked out on the inside, my face flushing deep red and miffy getting even wetter. He pushed the coffee table out of the way in anticipation, making it physically easier to stand before him, offering the leash. I was about to speak when Auntie's voice, slightly higher than usual, interrupted.

"On your knees, sweetie pie."

I slowly got down on my knees in front of this not unattractive, strange man, looked up at him while holding out the leash to haltingly offer, "M- may I please suck your cock?"

"Sir," Auntie commented. "You are to refer to him as Sir when you address him. Ask again."

" ... Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

It was easier the second time and part of me knew it was because I had to add the 'Sir'. It thrilled me, especially because I didn't even know him. He took the leash, as I fully expected him to, and as my horny climbed yet higher, he politely replied.

"You may, Ms. Burchell."

I didn't even notice that reference at the time, being that the only thing I could think of then was that I was obviously expected to take his hard cock out myself before sucking it until he came in my mouth. When I did later remember, I was mildly surprised that Auntie didn't correct his mistaken reference to me.

My bum felt heavier than ever as my arms seemed to need extra energy to take my hands to his lap. I carefully opened his pants, reaching in and not being particularly surprised at his lack of underwear. I grabbed his erected prick and pulled it out, away from his body, and then down came his pants to uncover his stuff entirely. I was most astonished to realize I was grinning slightly with equal parts anticipation and apprehension. Oh god, I was so excited.




Sera Ch. 08



I couldn't hesitate and marveled inwardly at my hand as it took a light grip on his shaft, moving up to feel his cockhead and my grin returned, a little wider this time, at his physical reaction. His meat felt so good in my hand. I squeezed gently and began caressing his balls with my other hand.

"Put it in your mouth, Kitten. Let's see you suck like a filthy little whore."

"Ohhh, Auntie..." I moaned, leaning closer to pop his helmet into my mouth.

"Yeah... Suck his cock, you little trollop."

"Mmmmm."

I loved how she spoke to me. It made me even hornier as I began lowering my mouth around him and using my tongue for effect the whole way.

"Thaaat's it. Oh my, yes... suck that fuckin' cock..."

"(Slurp)"

 

Steven

I wasn't sure when or how the experience ended, only that I was back in Mum's apartment, on her couch with her. Our minds were entangled, the best way to explain this being: Picture the wall between our apartments torn down, each of our furniture and belongings invading the other's apartment. This was the state of our individual awareness until Mum blinked and everything slipped back to normalcy, whatever that was. Her ankles were crossed at the small of my back, her legs slowly relaxing until she let go while I tried to literally recover myself.

"Oh-hh..." she managed, breathing in short, shallow breaths.

It was as though the surprise of finding myself there had displaced a knowledge, some racial memory I'd received a long, long time ago. Mum was staring at me in wonder while I shakily raised my weight off her, propping myself by my hands on the cushions to either side of her thighs. I was still hard, the sight of her bared tits making me twitch inside, her and I thrilled to her low whimper as I slowly removed myself from her canal.

"God, I love you, sweetie pie," she whispered.

"I love you too, Mum."

"You were... spectacular."

"So were you."

"Oh my god, I can't get over the strange... freedom of how it felt."

"I know," I replied, fully understanding how she felt, but trying to retain every detail of the fields while I had them fresh in my mind's memory.

"It's important," I told her.

"I know."

And Mum saw no evidence of her oldest sister's visit to my mind. I wondered how she'd react to me from then on, if she would be more docile to my wishes and direction as Ashleigh planned, encouraged by my treatment of her.

"I wonder..." I started before I could think.

"Wonder what?"

"I wonder what... what that would be like with Kitten."

 

Kitten

They'd all suspended their activities in favour of watching me suck cock and it made me even wetter. I knew my breeches were soaked and I could only imagine what it looked like with no panties. When he came, twitching and moaning, I looked up at him as I gulped down every single drop, jerking him with my hand until he was done.

Getting to my feet, I found the rest of the room's eyes on me, the men with their hands down their pants, brazenly stroking their stiff poles while one of the maids slowly caressed her boobies.

"Oooh, Kitten..." Auntie lustily breathed through her teeth. "I'm going to teach you so much... On to the next one, slut."

"Mistress, look at her pussy," one of the maids breathed as I approached the next man.

Now I was really revved up and very much into this. Once again, all thoughts of Gina, Daddy and my entire home life sidestepped to my horny as I got to my knees in front of him, proffering my leash and speaking in a tone that trembled with my overexcited hormones.

"Sir, may I please suck your cock and swallow all your yummy cum?"

A woman, one of the maids I'm sure, gasped behind me at this while the man could only nod his eager approval, gratefully taking the leash from my outstretched hand. Once I had his pants down, I took the head in my fingers, way less hesitantly this time, and played with it a little, appreciating it and wondering how it would feel inside miffy.

"Oh, Auntie..."

With that, I went down on him, taking pleasure at his sharp inhalation, the way he raised himself off the seat and spread his legs further for me.

"Mmmm. Mmmmmm. (Slurp) Mmm-mm."

I moved my knees further behind me this time, spreading them on the Persian carpet and rolling my pelvis up so that those behind could see how wet and slutty I was. I was rewarded with a low moan, from Auntie that time, as I deep throated my groaning partner, looking up at him as he got the superkitten treatment.

"Y'know," she breathily informed, "I think the ladies are going to want some of that when you're done with the men..."

"Mmmmm. (slu-urp)," I commented just before he took the hair at the top of my head in his hand to start fucking my mouth.

 

Steven

I'd worked up one hell of an appetite and I somehow knew that it wasn't so much the energy output in fucking Mum, rather our shared experience.

This was also a good excuse to leave. She was looking at me with a half delirious, half curious expression and I wanted to end on that note. Her dress hung open in front, hiked to her hips in that 'just violated' fashion that she did so well. She regarded me from the bed, heels under her ass, knees spread in front of her and I couldn't help but ogle the sexy thing as I got dressed.

"Sweetie pie... You were fantastic. Oh my god, that was so good and you're so... different. I'm sorry, I know I said that before, but you really are."

"In what way?" I ventured, pulling my pants on without underwear.

"More... Like you're older."

"Oh. Do you like it?"

She smiled and nodded, but there was still that curiosity in her eyes.

"Well, I must admit, I do kinda feel a bit different since, uhh..."

"Since?"

"Since that argument we had at the funeral home."

She didn't even wince at that.

"I'm not surprised. We came to a sort of understanding that day, although I'm not always sure what that understanding is anymore," she offered.

Now I beheld her, paused in the middle of buttoning up my shirt as I regrettably compared her to Kitten. It wasn't that she lacked anything Kitten had, only that she wasn't Kitten.

"I just love you and um... I go with the flow," I imparted with a comforting smile.

Hers grew wider while I finished buttoning up to tuck in and she asked, "You always go down to the kitchen to eat?"

"Yeah. Where do you go?"

"Usually out on the rear patio, or I ask that it be brought to where I am."

"Does Kitten eat with you?"

"Sometimes. She's a very curious little thing, you know. She likes to look under my skirts and see what panties I'm wearing."

"O-kay," I chuckled.

"And then there's that cute little smile of hers when she hikes her skirt to show me hers. She calls her pussy 'miffy'. So adorable."

I managed to get out of there, though with another straining erection over thoughts of Kitten and Mum together. I actually felt sweat on my forehead as I moved down the corridor, but not bothering to un-tuck in order to hide the erection in my pants. For whatever reason, I liked that people would notice.

Someone did.

"Where the hell you goin' with that canoe in your pants, kid?"

Of course, it was Sheila, coming down the main floor hall from the back, probably returning from the cave. As she got closer, it was evident that this was indeed the case. She wore a lime green, strapless halter top which allowed her braless tits and nipples to fuck up any man's mind with a black, stretchy miniskirt that had worked up far enough to show the bottoms of what looked like a white thong.

She held a drink in her hand as she came to a slightly unsteady halt before me to look up at my face. I was almost knocked over once again to remember this woman's actual age.

"(Giggle)"

"You're in the bag, you silly woman," I told her as she rubbed against my protrusion in a seemingly casual manner.

"I am not!"

"Yes you are."

"U-! I can drink you or anybody else under the table!"

"So what? You're still in the bag."

"Ah, shut up, or I'll punch ya in the neck. Where ya goin'?"

"Kitchen."

"I'll go with you and make you something. Okay?" she asked with a sugary sweet tone while she continued to grind herself against me.

"Fuck Sheila, you're a hot little thing."

My Aunt laughed slowly at this and took my arm to pull me along in the direction of the kitchen.

 

Kitten

"Don't touch yourself," Auntie Ashleigh breathed, making me arrest my hand on its way between my legs.

"Bmb! Mmmmm!" I plead around the cock in my mouth.

"Keep sucking and keep your hands off yourself."

"Mmmb- (choke-slurp) Mmmmmf."

My nose was being tickled by his pubic hair, his entire cock in my mouth and throat when he came, pressing my face all the harder to his pelvis while I choked some more, but managed to swallow it all.

"Ng- Uhh..." I offered when he let me go and I could get his softening member out of my face.

The third man, his pants already gone, was larger than the other two, slightly larger than Daddy, so it seemed. I went to him, the taste of cum heavy in my mouth as I held the leash out and asked properly, politely like I knew Auntie would like.

"Ohh, Sir... may I please suck on your big cock till you cum down my throat?"

"Oh, yes," he assured me, taking the leash."

"Sir, will you please treat me like a whore?"

"Oh god yes, Ms. Burchell."

"Mmmm..." I approved, reaching for the treasure he'd granted me.

I thrilled to how it felt as he shoved his prick inside my mouth, deeper and deeper until I could take no more. He began slowly fucking my throat while I played with his balls, knowing their contents would soon be warming my tummy as I looked up at him like I had the other two. From the corner of my eye, I saw the blonde maid slip her hand down the front of her panties as she watched.

He was soon fucking my face, my disheveled ponytail his new handle for my head and, when he came, I was surprised and pleased to find the volume of his load reflected his size as it shot down my throat. I took it all just like Auntie Ashleigh said, too, gulping it down as I longed to grab miffy and give her what she so desperately needed.

When he pulled out, someone else grabbed my pony tail before I had a chance to take a breath. It was the blonde maid, her panties gone now as she held her skirt up with a lustful expression for me.

"Suck her pussy, Kitten," Auntie told me. "Make her cum."

Grabbing her by the ass, I complied, setting to work right away with the hope that I'd be allowed to get off after I was done with her maids.

"Ohhh, Mistress, her little tongue!" the blonde called out as I slashed vigorously at her clit. "Ohh!"

 

Steven

Sheila wasn't hungry, only preparing one 'egg burger', which was a fried egg with cheese, tomato and bacon inside an English muffin, having nothing to do with burger whatsoever. She handed it to me with a flourish and an exciting little bounce in her halter top.

"Thanks, it looks good," I told her appreciatively.

"No prob," she smiled, the very same smile on the very same face as Kitten.

She waited patiently while I took a bite and received my obvious approval before going on.

"Food is like sex. I've always felt that, and I've always had an interest in cooking. I even had a job in a kitchen once. Kind of an apprentice-to-the-head-chef thing that I wormed my way into with the owner, who I was dating at the time."

I swallowed and assumed, "You probably learned a lot there."

"Oh yeah... But then one day he walked in on me and his wife."

"Mm mm," I toned ominously with my mouth full.

"Well, you'd think so, wouldn't you? Instead, he buys me a silver bracelet."

"Seriously?" I had to ask, mouth full or no.

"Yeah. It became a threesome that they were both all too happy to maintain."

"Oh my god."

"Well, Judy and Hector were both in their mid forties, attractive enough, pretty bored and they had money. They were glad to have a twenty-two year old bouncing around for their entertainment, especially Judy. Before me, she'd never been with a woman."

"You seduced her?"

"Yup."

"So, how'd it turn out?"

"Well, they had a nineteen year old son who lived there too. He came home early from a weekend out and there the three of us were in the kitchen. Luckily, we were all dressed and they easily explained me away as someone applying for a cleaning position. Preston was taken with me right away, but his parents couldn't really say anything about him checking me out the way he did. About a week later, he catches me there again. I'm dressed this time too, but in a skirt something like this one. Now he's really looking, so I put on my game face and say hi, giving him that smile as I walk into the kitchen and grab the broom. Ha. Yes, he bought it."

"Then what?"

"After almost a month, I was there every three days. They even got me this French maid outfit and I was actually cleaning when Preston was around. By this time, he was around more and more, soon wanting to help me out and stuff. He loved it when I cleaned his room."

"Was it one of those skimpy French maid's outfits?" I had to know.

"Not really. Enough for Judy and Hector's entertainment. I always wondered that they didn't think it might be entertaining Preston too, because it certainly was. So, one day when he's in the house, I'm in his parent's room, cleaning, as it were. I was on my knees, cleaning Judy's pussy with my tongue like no man ever could, when I heard something behind me. I turned and saw the door had been open a crack and someone moved away from it quickly."

"Preston."

"Had to be. He was the only one in the house other than Judy and I."

"Did his mother see anything?"

"No."

Thinking of Kitten and my mother, I asked, "How much did he see?"

"He wouldn't have seen anything of her. She was on the bed, lying on her back, and I was kneeling with my back to the door."

"Did you tell her?"

"Not at first," she replied with a devilish smile. "A little later, the three of us were in the kitchen and, by now, I'm really enjoying this little game, washing dishes, cooking of course, cleaning up and so on. So, there's Preston, sitting at the table and trying not to stare at me and Judy while she's fixing a coffee for herself at the counter. She'd been dressing more like me, a little more daring I mean, and was wearing this flouncy little skirt that wasn't exactly short, but short enough. (Giggle) I gave Preston that smile again and sneaked the back of his Mum's skirt up so he could get a good look at her ass. She had a pretty nice one too, and she was wearing these panties that-"

Sheila stopped up, her smile dropping as she looked over my shoulder at the door. I looked around just in time to see it opened by Gina.

 

Kitten

I was dying to get off, actually shaking my bum and hoping that would do it as I sucked the red headed maid's pussy. She lay on the table, thighs spread for me, panties pulled aside as I feasted voraciously. She liked my technique as much as the blonde maid did and she wailed as she orgasmed, spraying my face.

Her cum ran down the front of my baseball shirt as I offered the leash to the brunette, asking her in a wavery voice if I could please suck her pussy and make her cum. Her panties were already gone and, using the hand that wasn't already working her clitoris, she reached out and took the leash with a smile.

"You may suck my cunt, Ms. Burchell."

I figure there's a time for niceties, such as foreplay, and a time for getting right down to business. This was one of the latter times and I immediately stuck my tongue as far up her pussy as I could, closing my lips and sucking afterward. I worked my face into her shaved snatch, my eyes closed as I groaned into her, licking up her essence and loving it as I began to shake my bum again.

"Oh my god," Auntie leered. "Look at the horny little slut shaking her ass."

"A-allmm-mm!" I replied.

It was like I'd never been so turned on before and the feeling was excruciatingly pleasurable, the expectation almost too much to bear as the brunette finally came in my face the way the red head did, though not as much.

"S-sweetie pii-ie..."

Auntie's dress was pulled up to her hips, panties gone and she played with herself as the maids had before I got them off. I almost tumbled backwards on my knees, but I knew what she wanted and saw my reward at hand. Without thinking, I crawled to where she slouched on the wing backed chair with her crotch hanging over the edge.

This time I used a little foreplay because it was Auntie and I love her so. Not too much, but enough to show my feelings before I began licking her clitoris, doing the best job I possibly could.

"Ahh-h- ohhh, Kitten... Oh! Ohhh!"

Her hand rested lightly at the back of my head, a slight tremor in it as I fingered her opening, sopping up what I could bring forth with my quick tongue before going back to her clitoris.

"Oh fuck...! Ohhh, fff... Oh god, suck it! Su-! Suck my clit! Ohhh!"

I was pretty sure I was going to orgasm soon without miffy even being touched when she hauled me up her body to face her. Her beautiful eyes sparkled like they do and I found my hand between her legs at the same moment her fingers closed on miffy.

Seconds later, looking deep into each other's eyes, we both came. My body convulsed like a whipcord and all I could let out was a squeak while Auntie's eyes got so wide, her mouth too with harsh, orgasmic groans. I came so hard, I think I lost consciousness because I remember my weight settling against her as I was swept away.

It sounded almost like the ocean carrying me off, but I was flying. I could feel the air rushing past me, the dizzying effect of being ungrounded, but I wasn't alone. Auntie Ashleigh was right there, with me in a way I can't describe. All was blissful, mindless freedom for a period of time that I can't measure, until it seemed I fell through a tube and ended up on top of Auntie, staring her in the eyes as I literally drooled uncontrollably. 



Sera Ch. 09



Steven

I smiled a bit and casually nodded hello to Kitten's green eyed, part Asian friend while she briefly regarded Sheila and I with mild surprise in her expression.

"Hello," my aunt offered in a neutral tone.

"Hi," she greeted us both before moving into the room. "Is the cook here?"

"I sent him off on break," Sheila explained matter of factly. "Maybe I can help you?"

"No thanks, I'll wait till he comes back."

"Suit yourself."

"Have either of you seen Kitten?" Gina asked us, though her eyes remained on Sheila.

"No," the deceptively older woman replied.

"I saw her a couple hours ago," I offered. "She was at the garage out back."

"Oh. Okay, thanks."

"How's things?" I asked.

Her brief hesitation told me what I expected.

"Great. This is one hell of a place."

"Not to mention the amenities," Sheila just had to joke.

"Yeah, that's something else, alright. Kinda like Vegas or... whatever."

She'd said it with a slightly upturned lip and I was sure my Aunt caught it. She seemed the type that would.

"Ah well," the timeless blonde answered with an easy going smile, "Live and let live, huh?"

Now Gina smiled, a slow, wry expression as she appraised Sheila openly.

With a quick glance at my aunt's slightly hiked skirt, "Whatever floats your boat, eh Sheila?"

"That's the idea."

Gina only nodded, continuing her appraisal for another moment before asking, "So, what do you think of Kitten?"

This surprised Sheila as much as it did me, but after a short pause, she replied, "I'm sure she's nice enough to the people she likes."

"She is."

"You're curious. About me."

Gina shrugged, looking away from her and replied, "It's a little odd seeing... another version of her."

"I'm not sure if I should be insulted by that or not, but I think the similarities between us mostly stop at physical appearance."

" ... Mostly."

"No offense, but since you don't know me, you can't really judge."

"I'm good with people. Look, maybe I'll just come back later."

Neither of us stopped her, me because I didn't like the growing tension, Sheila most likely for the same reason. However, Gina nodded somewhat politely to both of us before walking out, the gesture seeming to contradict her previous attitude.

"That was odd," Sheila remarked.

Kitten

We were alone, Auntie Ashleigh's private staff having slipped away at some point during the most incredible- if not totally and strangely out of this world- orgasm of my life. I was in a stupor, staring at her without knowing what to say while she gathered herself with a happy, almost delirious smile. She loved me so much.

And when she did sit up, guiding me back and to my shaky feet, I somehow felt different.

"(Giggle!)"

Auntie looked at me, panting a little and still smiling as she seemed to search my face, inquiring after, "Are you alright, sweetie pie?"

"I- Auntie, that was..."

Firmly back in reality, I had no idea what in hell it was.

" ... Incredible," she finished with a sigh.

"Auntie... I think I passed out and had some kinda dream."

"Really?"

"Yes. You were there."

Her smile grew wider as she sat forward in her seat, taking my hands and looking me in the eyes again. Hers were so beautiful.

"Yes. I'll always be there."

"I know, Auntie. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Sooo much, you can't imagine."

"Umm..."

"Yes?"

"I feel kinda funny," I imparted, still taken aback by my abnormal orgasmic experience.

"So do I. That was fantastic. And you were such a good girl."

"It was so... Oh my god..."

"What?"

"I actually sucked... Oh..."

"You did what I told you, as you agreed you would. The responsibility is mine."

I looked at her thoughtfully, remembering her words concerning that before I consented.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" she asked.

" ... Yes, Auntie," I admitted with a slow, shameful smile.

"Of course you did. You wanted them to fuck you, didn't you?"

"Yes. All three of them. Auntie?"

"Yes?"

"When do I get to go to your guest room?"

"We'll see," she replied with a wink of her enthralling eye.

Steven

Sheila seemed a little deflated by the time I'd finished the egg burger she made for me. By the time we got to the front parlour, she was looking at the floor with a frown as she moved to the leather couch.

"You wanna drink?" I asked.

"No."

For once, I didn't either, so I sat across from the sexy thing, wondering if I should ask what was wrong. Instead, I probed with a comment as I tried to keep my eyes away from between her legs, she still not having adjusted her skirt.

"You don't owe her any explanations. Like you said, she doesn't even know you."

She only shook her head, the silent communication suggesting that this wasn't what she was upset about.

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"(Sigh) ... It's just... Look, this is going to sound awful, but I'm not used to going someplace and having people know things about me. I've done a lot of crazy and wicked things in my time, but I was always able to turn my back and move on without dragging my guilty past along, except for two times: When I left home after Dad... did what he did, and when I had to leave John and my own daughter behind. Those two situations have always bothered me way down deep, down where things can be buried, but always present. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes," I sympathized, thinking of the Driscolls, Audrey Chapel and Pastor Marx.

"But now, here I am, faced with the people I've hurt from both those situations after all these years, and it's a little trying at times. I'm not used to being an outcast. I could never help myself in terms of being the slut I am and, in large part, my acceptance of that is what allowed me to go on all this time, maybe even hoping somehow that each new situation would be different for me, that I could be normal with new people who knew nothing about me, but it never happened and I don't expect that it ever will. What's worse is that the home that Ashleigh offers me here seems so perfect and good for me, but how can I stay someplace where everyone knows all about what I am and the things I've done? How could I ever be happy here when only two members of my own family will even speak to me? It makes me feel guilty, worthless even, and that's something else I'm not used to. I hate it. Of course, I don't deserve any sympathy..."

In the time it took her to say this, her expression had gone from gloomy to outright despair. I felt quite badly for her and I guess this is why I said what I did.

"Mum and I are having sex with each other."

It didn't even register for about a second but, when it did, her head snapped up and she looked at me with blank faced surprise. This made me look down at the floor as she had been doing up till then, regretting my confession but going on anyway in the hopes that it would make my Aunt feel better about herself.

"Yeah, we've both been uhh... giving in to what Ashleigh calls, 'the Burchell drive', and not just with each other. Also, Mum and Kitten are having a little affair and you already know how Ashleigh feels about it, sooo... you probably shouldn't feel too bad. Mum's just acting like a hypocrite and so is Kitten."

"Oh my god... I mean, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised because I always knew Kathy was as horny as me, but I... She was always so controlled, but her own son- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I know, it's okay," I told her, looking up at her still shocked expression. "But please don't tell them I told you, okay?"

"No, I'd never do that, don't worry, but... Well, I can't help but be a little pissed off with your mother under the circumstances. No offense kid, but... that hypocritical bitch. ... I assume she seduced you?"

"Sort of, but not really. She's sort of changed lately and... well, we were there sleeping in the same bed and stuff just happened."

"What stuff?"

"Sheila!" I protested with a slight smile.

"Well, what stuff?"

" ... She- we were broke and we had this landlord that was kind of putting it to us, and Mum worked it so that we'd perform for him in lieu of our rent. We did pretty much everything."

"Oh my god, you gotta tell me."

"Sheila!"

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm just picturing stuff and it's turning me on."

"Fine," I said, a little embarrassed. "The first time, he had me fuck her boobs until I came."

"All over them," Sheila assumed, sitting on the edge of the couch now.

"Yeah, and her face too."

"I can just imagine after what I've seen of your capabilities. What else?"

"We did sixty-nines for him and we uh... well, we were trying to stay away from intercourse, but during one session, he told me to rape her."

"Oh wow. Did you?"

I nodded, my smile getting a little tighter, my dick a little bigger when I remembered the incident, telling her, "I was pretty wound up at that point. We were having our own little playtimes without him by then and I was... well..."

"God, I wish I could have seen that."

"(Ahem) Okay, but my point is like I said, it's pretty hypocritical of her to judge you. I love her, but it's still wrong."

" ... It's damned big of you to admit that to me just to make me feel better about myself."

I shrugged, but she went on, smiling fondly at me now.

"You just keep scoring points with me. Look, if anything... I mean, if you ever need someone else to partner up with..."

I smiled back, not feeling so regretful or ashamed about my confession to her now, and replied, "You're on, Sheila."

"So are you, Sweetie pie. You're right on. And so handsome. (Giggle)"

I smiled wider, looking between her legs and around the rest of her as she stood and asked, "You busy tonight?"

"Got no plans," I offered.

"Now you do. Come to my apartment at nine this evening and I'll show you a really good time."

With an incredibly enticing smile, she leaned over and gave my lips a sloppy kiss with her tongue before walking away and out of the room.

Kitten

My legs a little shaky, I found myself at the foot of the stairs that led to Auntie Ashleigh's third level, private apartments, still not over the incredible orgasm she'd given me. Almost as surprising was the fact that, sexually, I was quite well satisfied, even though it usually took a lot more than the act we'd performed. Was it because of the perverted acts I'd performed with her staff just prior? The unique orgasm itself, or both?

My buxom aunt certainly did like dressing me; that was for sure. I was distracted from my thoughts by the outfit she sent me away in as I wandered aimlessly, looking down at myself again with an excited smile. Over a white micro-thong, I wore a skintight (and when I say, 'skintight', I'm not kidding, baby) pair of white lace, see-through leggings. A very low cut, white lace demi-bra barely encased my boobies, covered by more see-through white lace in the form of a short bellied, long sleeve top with a really low, oval neckline. My belly showed and the micro-thong didn't cover miffy's hair, this even more discernable than my nipples were. Obviously, I loved the outfit.

As I wandered, I speculated on what it would be like to submit to Steven. What would he have me do? I visualized him fucking miffy in Auntie Ashleigh's 'guest room' while I sucked her pussy, Stevie and I chained to the bed in some way, till we both came in one filthy, incestuous mess. I excited myself with this fantasy in a way I've never quite thought before.

Yes, I know that sounds a bit off, but I was also still grappling with the subtle difference that I sensed within myself and it seemed that I perceived everything a bit differently. That was one hell of an orgasm, alright.

Reluctantly, my mind hopped to Gina, then to my family in Langley and the things my aunt and I spoke of concerning it. It was clearly and unfortunately possible that I'd need to stay longer than the two weeks Gina and I had agreed to, the same agreement I'd been beating her over the head with. I wondered if she mightn't have to return early and without me, but would she ever do that? Would she insist I go with her? I somehow knew I'd never have a chance at keeping her mouth shut back home without me there with her. She'd seen too much.

I looked closer at my surroundings as I went, almost in the same way I did when I'd first arrived, but this time a lot of the wonder at the grandeur of the place was replaced with the returning knowledge that I could stay if I wanted. It was as though the fact had finally sunk in and something in my chest seemed to flutter when, for the first time, I took it seriously. If it worked out that Gina did leave early with it planned that I follow in another couple weeks... would I ever follow?

From what Auntie Kathleen had said, I got the idea that she and my cousin were planning on staying for at least several months unless they felt it necessary to leave sooner for whatever reason. As for that, I knew I could go with them if things didn't work out with Ashleigh, as she made clear to me on two separate occasions. She promised that I'd never regret it and, standing there thinking about it then, a funny part of me knew it was true. It was exciting, the way my life had opened up, and the idea that I'd return to Langley suddenly looked somehow unrealistic. And depressing. It scared me almost enough to quell my excitement at the idea of staying, mostly due to the fact that Stevie was here.

I was on the main floor, the sound of voices bringing me back to reality. They were coming from the parlour and one of them sounded like Sheila. Moving quickly on my bare feet, I padded to the doorway, stopping to listen just behind it with a large potted plant beside me to hide behind should it become necessary. (How cliché but, apparently, that's how it really works)

"You just keep scoring points with me," Sheila coozed. "Look, if anything... I mean, if you ever need someone else to partner up with..."

"You're on, Sheila."

"So are you, sweetie pie. You're right on. And so handsome. (Giggle)"

After a short pause, she asked, "You busy tonight?"

"Got no plans."

"Now you do. Come to my apartment at nine this evening, and I'll show you a really good time."

Moments later, I was behind the plant and spitting mad as I watched the whore emerge from the parlour with her tight mini-skirt hiked halfway up her hips. I had to stop myself from jumping her from behind and beating the life out of her as she gained the stairs and started her ascent, probably on her way to prepare for soiling my Stevie.

I somehow forced myself to wait and it was a good thing, too. Stevie emerged moments later and moved down the wide hall, past the odd pictures on the wall and around the corner. Stepping out from behind cover, I glared upstairs for an enraged few seconds before starting up them myself.

I couldn't believe it! I'd warned her! And how could Stevie do this to me? He knew as well as I did that he was mine. Not hers, but mine! I was almost as mad at him as I was at Sheila, but I also knew that he was only being seduced by her like she'd done to so many men with her fucked up mind.

Still, it was a disappointment. And he wasn't supposed to do that to me.

Steven

I'd gotten a bit used to not wearing underwear and I found I liked it. I chose a pair of faded blue jeans later that evening that fit me a bit close with a tucked, white T-shirt. I was horny as hell and glad the fly of the old jeans had buttons instead of a zipper.

"We can't fuck her," I told myself in the mirror while I fixed my hair with a comb.

"I doubt she'll leave us that choice once we're in her apartment."

"Yeah, but what about Kitten?"

"Invite her," I said with a dirty smile.

"Fuck off, I'm serious. She wouldn't like us having sex with her mum."

"Her mum's already jerked our cock and we've rubbed her pussy," I pointed out.

I watched myself smile at the memory of Sheila and I sitting atop the bar, naked from the waist down and how she reached over and grabbed my straining and eager member.

"That was good," I admitted.

"She'd be awesome."

"Yeah, but you're not listening. What about the Kitten factor?"

"You're such a wet blanket. As I see it, the Kitten factor is its own entity."

"Something that'll take its course no matter what."

"Right. I doubt it'll matter in the end between she and us, whether we fuck her mum or not. Besides, she's having sex with ours, isn't she?"

"True. I keep forgetting that."

"I love remembering all over again every time you do. I think Mum is right about what kind of threesome we'd make."

"Imagine a foursome with Sheila."

"A fivesome with Ashleigh too."

"Oh fuck... Okay, shut up."

"Think of Kitten and Sheila in a sixty-nine."

"Mum and Sheila."

"Oh my god, yes."

"I'm so fuckin' horny."

At five to nine, I opened my door to leave, a bit nervous about my little date with Sheila at this point, but still horny as hell. The idea that people would easily recognize that excited me all the more, but the sight of my mother standing in the corridor effectively wiped other people right out of my mind. Her face shone with one of her big smiles, the happy/horny kind I'd come to be familiar with, along with a wild look in her eyes as she looked from my condition to my face.

"Hi, sweetie pie."

"Mum, I- what's going on?"

"You seem surprised."

"Kind of," I recovered. "Why didn't you knock, or come in?"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Well... you did. What's up?"

"Nothing. I was thinking we could hang out and have some fun. If you're not busy, that is."

There was no excuse I could give her on the spot that wouldn't sound as manufactured as it would have been, so I just told her I wasn't, bothered that I'd be standing Sheila up, at least for a little while. However, it was hard to be too bothered with Mum standing there wearing a pair of black cotton, stretchy short shorts. A tight, deep orange T-shirt covered her chest, one of her pushup bras underneath it, with red and yellow stripes crossing those nice big tits. On her feet were a pair of shoes with heels higher than I'd ever seen her wear before.

"Great, let's go then," she suggested, looking pointedly at the front of my jeans again before taking my hand to lead me down the corridor.

The bottoms of her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts and it turned me on all the more as I came to walk at her side. Of course, we had to maintain the illusion that there was nothing sexual between us as we walked, but that was easier with the accepted 'Burchell drive' policy within the house. I mean, where else could a mother and son walk, he with a raging hardon, she dressed like a prostitute, without being closely scrutinized?

"Where are we going?" I asked as we descended the main staircase.

"It's another surprise," she almost giggled.

That wild look was still in her eye, but my attention was soon distracted by her chest as we walked, Mum giving no clues as to what she had in mind while I got even hornier. I'd learned that Mum's surprises were fun and the whiskey I'd been sipping as I got ready for my date with Sheila allowed my parasite a larger hand of control. Whatever she had up her short sleeve, it was going to be good, especially after the condition I last left her in.

When we came to the back of the house, she stopped at a small table with a vase of flowers on top, opened the drawer and produced a folded piece of black cloth. She approached me with a sleazy smile, eying my crotch again, and stepped around behind me.

"You have to go with the flow here, hon. You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I- wha-?"

The folded cloth was a blindfold that she'd placed over my eyes and began tying at the back of my head as she assured, "Don't worry, you'll love this. (Giggle) Just go with the flow and give me your hands back here."




Sera Ch. 09



She'd finished tying the blindfold and reached around to take my hands herself instead of waiting for my compliance. I heard the double click of the handcuffs at the same time I felt them touch my wrists and, I must admit, I was suddenly alarmed.

"Okay, what's go-?"

"You trust me, don't you sweetie pie?" she said as she tugged me forward.

Shuffling carefully behind her, I could only answer, "Yeah, but this-"

"Then stop worrying. You're in good hands."

We went outside where I could feel the slightly cool darkness of nighttime, hear the crickets singing as she led from my right side, her hand caressing my arm as it guided me wherever. I did trust her in the way that she'd never see any harm come to me, but it was hard to be at ease while at the mercy of an admitted mass murderer, loving mother or no.

After a minute, the terrain changed from cobblestones to something more smooth and consistent, such as a concrete pool deck. As I speculated on this, Mum let go of my arm and shoved me forward.

I was right about the pool deck.

The shock of being suddenly pushed was instantly replaced by that of being underwater. Added with the fact that my hands were bound behind me and that I couldn't see, multiplied by the other fact that my mother was half crazy, my anxiety level burst through the top of my skull in an instant.

Then the blindfold was gone and Mum knelt poolside, holding my head above water with the very same expression on her face as when she met me at my apartment door while I coughed and sputtered. I felt sudden heat inside my pants as my bladder released itself into the chlorinated water. In the back of my mind, I hysterically giggled at the irony of having my Jujitsu neutralized so my life could be threatened in the very environment where I'd conquered others so many times in the past. And it wasn't just irony. No sir-ree, these were two aspects of my life that she had authored, saw as her own achievements and resources. Yes, in that moment, she'd already sent me a very clear message about-

"Sweetie pie, I thought I'd made myself clear where Sheila's concerned," she said in her sweet/horny tone that normally made me want to jump her.

"(Sput! Gu-ulk!)"

She drove my head underwater and I franticly kicked, reflexively straining my arms against the cuffs in a useless effort to make them help me. After what seemed like an eternity, my head was pulled back above the surface by the hair.

"Hmmm?"

"Hu-uugh! Yu-! Yes, Mum!"

"Right; like I said, I thought I did. That's why, for the life of you, I can't understand why you'd be hanging around with her behind my back. After I made myself so perfectly clear about her. I was thinking you could shed some light on that, Son."

"I'm sorry, Mum! I'm sorry, I won-!"

She drove my head under for another seeming eternity, then hauled me up as before, waiting once again until I stopped choking and sputtering before informing me with a sweet tone and bottomless eyes, "When I want your apology, I'll ask for it. Right now, I want an explanation. Why did you defy me?"

"I- I didn't mean to, I just g- got talking to her a- and she seemed so nice and-!" I yammered.

"Seemed so nice, did she? Had you forgotten what I told you about her? What she did to our family? Even Kitten tried to warn you," she reminded, playfully poking my nose. "Did you not believe us?"

"Yes, I believed you, I just-!"

"Did you think I wouldn't find out? It's a big house, but not that big, hon. I'm a little disappointed and... insulted at your blatant disregard of my instructions. See, I thought we were a team. I thought I could trust you."

The vague part of my mind that had been giggling over ironies was now screaming about how stupid I'd been to allow myself to be so easily tricked into something like this. Meanwhile, the rest of my mind held on in blind faith that Mum wasn't going to make me number fifteen.

"Mum, pli- please, I- Idn' mean tisss- dis- diserg...!"

I was so scared I couldn't even speak, not even to beg for my life.

"You really have changed since Saint John," she continued, still in her loving and somewhat slutty tone. "Once I started getting used to it, I found I liked it, but now I see why I also had reservations."

She paused here, looking at me curiously and, in my abject terror, I looked her straight in the eyes and was mesmerized right away. I was able to utter a short, wavery cry before she forced her way into my head, my feeble, confused efforts at stopping her quickly overrun by the aged power of her Jedi stare.

She left me completely aware as she carefully sifted through my experience, recent memories of Sheila and I surfacing here and there. The worst thing about it was that I couldn't feel her as a person, only her actions. I began crying while she raped me in her own way, feeling so alone in this violation that I longed for some part of her beyond the elusive blackness in her bright hazel eyes.

Then she was out. I still stared at her, bawling my eyes out and as completely unhinged as Marie was just before Mum killed her. Her smile remained, though it was tighter than before, not quite reaching her narrowed eyes.

"You'd best get your act together, sweetie pie. This is the second time I've had to re-educate you. Will there be a third?"

"Pl- plee-eease, Mum-myyyyy!" I managed to beg around my hysterical sobs.

She shoved my head under again, deeper than the last times and then let me go to sink or swim, as it seemed. This was even worse than being dunked because that hand at the top of my head also kept me from drowning. I floundered in complete panic, my legs splashing at the surface, the cuffs biting painfully into my wrists while I experienced a sickening vertigo, inhaling water despite myself.

I saw her watching a few times from underwater as she knelt there looking down, brief, liquidy images that burned to my memory to always be seen, much longer than the actual experience of it. Just as I'd begun to accept that she was going to let me drown there in front of her, I was grabbed by the collar of my shirt and hoisted to the surface.

I don't remember her hauling me the rest of the way out of the water, nor the removal of the handcuffs, only that I couldn't see for a time while I expelled water from my lungs and stomach. Some time later, I'd managed to collect myself enough to unsteadily get to my hands and knees, grayed vision scanning my immediate area in a half daze.

My other mother was gone.

Kitten

The door opened soon after my knock to reveal Sheila with a winning smile on her face.

My father and Peggy had spoken a few times of a smile that Sheila had, one that went with an overall way that could convince almost anybody to do almost anything, and this had to be that smile. It wasn't just her mouth, or even her eyes, but her entire being. As it dropped like the Liberal Party's popularity, I wondered if I at times showed this smile. Regaining some composure, she replaced her sudden expression of complete surprise with one of acerbic dread as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, lord. What fresh new hell is this?"

"Expecting someone else?" I asked with a sneer.

"What do you want?" she asked, ignoring my question in a long, classy, very form flattering dress, high heels and with her hair and makeup done flawlessly.

"I already told you that, but I guess you weren't listening," I retorted, suddenly half slipping, half pushing past her and into her apartment.

She'd taken a breath to say something that was halted in her throat as I passed by her. It wasn't until I'd actually moved through her foyer and right into her dimly lit living room that she finally managed to voice her outraged protest from behind me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!? Get out!"

"Shut up, whore. I told you to stay away from my Stevie, and now I'm back to tell you again."

"Y-! Your Stevie, is he?" she incredulously demanded.

"That's right, and I want you to know that Auntie Kathleen knows all about what you're trying to do and she's as unhappy with you as I am. You should've listened when I told you-"

"What the bloody fuck do you think I'm 'up to', you little idiot?"

"What you always get up to. Stealing men and ruining their lives along with anybody else involved. You make a mess wherever you go and I'll be god damned if you do it with him. He's mine!"

"Oh my god, you're just as fucked up as Mum was."

"She couldn't have been that fucked up to see you for what you are. No wonder she hated you; you're just a lying, emotionally fucked up, filthy pig."

This got quite a reaction. Her expression darkened considerably as her fists balled, feet taking her two steps closer to me, voice low and strained.

"You better watch your mouth, you little fuckin' freak! I'll-"

"Pah!" I scoffed, nonchalantly walking up to a table she'd obviously had brought to her room along with the two chairs that accompanied it. It held two chicken dishes with a lit candle between them, both placements arranged impeccably and with obvious care.

"Is this supposed to be your idea of a romantic dinner? Really, Sheila? God, do you really think he'd be interested in a zero class piece of garbage like you?"

I plucked a thick shard of chicken from the plate with my fingers and took a bite. It was actually very good, but I spit it back into the plate with disgust anyway.

"Hey!"

"Your chicken sucks. Jeez, you're useless."

"I worked really hard on that, you little-!"

"Is that how you lured your Daddy to his own suicide? Some little second rate chicken dinner? Much like yourself?"

Something in her entire being seemed to pop and, with an enraged howl, she was on me in a heartbeat. I was startled, to say the least, as she drove me backwards and over the table, it along with the carefully prepared chicken dinners crashing to the floor with us. Her fists were flying and so were mine, each of us punching and grabbing, pulling and scratching as we screamed like two feral cats.

She was on top of me and I couldn't squirm out, finding her twisty style of fighting exactly like my own, but with superior strength and skill. She was soon getting the better of me and I knew I'd lose if I couldn't get out from under her quickly.

After my most ferocious attack to her face, I actually managed to kick my way free, but she grabbed my lace leggings by the back of the waistband before I could get completely away from her. Letting me know she wasn't done with me yet, she yanked back hard as she came to her feet, tearing them down the back and spinning me around to unexpectedly meet her fist as it drove mercilessly into my tummy. The wind whooshed right out of me while my eyes opened as wide as my mouth.

Sheila's dress was torn down to her waist and her braless, but very perky boobies jiggled slightly upon delivery of every fist to my face while she held me by the hair with her left. Her punches were fast and furious like mine, my hands and forearms useless in guarding my face against them. Her features raged at me, blood from her nose colouring her teeth a frightening red while it dawned on me that I was going to lose this fight.

She finished her barrage with another fist driven hard into my tummy, buckling my knees while the world went a little dim. Before I could hit the floor, she violently shoved me into the wall, holding me up with a hand closed around my throat as she brought her seething, hateful face up to mine.

"You little twat!" she spat. "Steven and I are friends! If I'd wanted him that badly, I'd have had him by now, idiot! But ya know what? Huh? Now I think I will have him. Yeah, I'm gonna get right into his pants and-"

"(gaa-ag!)"

"-and suck him and fuck him until he can't even remember your name, you warped little freak! That's what you get for fucking with me and, if you think I'm afraid of Kathy, you're sorely mistaken!"

With that, she bodily flung me across the room, landing me on the floor in a heap with a breathless grunt. A moment later, she was dragging me through her foyer by my hair, me trying to scream in pain without enough oxygen in my lungs to do it with while scrambling to keep up on my knees.

Once in the corridor, she barked, "Now get the fuck out!"

Sheila drove the toe of her shoe so far up my bum to emphasize her curse, I'm surprised I couldn't taste it in my mouth, the impact shoving my head hard into the opposite wall, my body heavily to the floor.

Her door slammed shut above and behind me as I finally found the breath for a broken moan, my body hurting all over, but nowhere near as badly as my pride.

Steven

In a sudden, senselessly raging fit, I attacked some young shrubbery on my way back to the house. In hindsight, I'd say it was an understandable, emotional release that one might well experience after having accepting death at the hands of one's own (other) mother.

I collapsed to the grass after my frenzy, out of breath after littering the area with every living thing I could rip up and tear apart, or beat against the cobblestones like a deranged lunatic. Once I'd stopped crying, regained some wind and a little composure, I stared vacantly at the cobblestones while my head began working somewhat usefully again. Mindless of the visual carnage in the artificially lit area around me, I began to tone my excuses for her.

"If she wanted me dead, I'd be dead. It didn't mean anything, so don't read too much into it. It's just the way Mum is, we know that."

" ... Uh huh."

"We know how she is! We knew when we started hanging around Sheila what we were eventually in for!"

"She almost drowned us," my parasite seethed.

"We were asking for it! Fuck sakes, don't do anything stupid, man," I warned.

"Me?" I replied tonelessly, still gazing at the cobblestones. "When have you ever known me to do anything stupid?"

"Oh my god. Okay, just get a hold of yourself. We're not doing anything at all until we've had a chance to think this through."

"No time. Somebody has to warn Sheila."

"What? Look, I like her as much as you do, but if Mum catches us even thinking about her now, she'll kill us! Literally!"

"Can't be helped. We can't let her get blindsided by Mum. If she almost killed us, imagine what she might do to her?"

"Ohhh, fffuck," I lamented in resigned agreement.

I heaved myself to my feet a moment later, stumbling slightly and very much wanting a drink. Making my way up the path towards the house, my teeth began chattering, but I wasn't cold.

Kitten

Again, Gina wasn't in my apartment when I practically dragged myself through the door. Stumbling to the tub while holding what was left of my leggings halfway up my thighs, I made my way to the bathroom and got a bath started. I could taste blood on my lips and in my mouth and I wondered how bad I looked, but was unwilling to take a look in the mirror. Sitting on the marble edge of the hot-tub, I closed my eyes, remembering the last time I took a beating like this.

I'd gone to Jaybirds to call out two of the strippers who worked there for beating up Gina, ending up almost killing them both despite the beating I'd received at their hands in the process. Having won that time, the pain wasn't so bad. Having lost to a single opponent, Sheila of all people, the pain seemed all the worse and I understood how Gina didn't want to go out and face people after what they'd done to her back then. I felt like a victim, beaten and humiliated. I hated it.

A little while later, lying back in the hot suds with a soaked washcloth over my face, Gina came back from wherever she was. I didn't remove the washcloth to look because I didn't want her to see my face and, truth be told, I was as sorry she'd showed up as I was glad to find her absent when I'd arrived.

"Where have you been?" she asked with no small amount of irritation in her tone.

"Vodka."

"What?"

"Vodka and chocolate milk. Get me one, please."

After a pause, I listened to her heels leave my bathroom. She soon returned, approaching the tub and stopping to place the glass on the edge before repeating her question.

"Where have you been?"

"With Auntie Ashleigh."

"I've been looking for you all day," she complained.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," I droned, trying to sound sincere.

"You've been spending a lot of time on your own lately."

"You mean time without you. I haven't been alone, I've been with my family," I returned, silencing her for a few moments.

"Look, I don't want to fight with you, I've just been concerned. That's all."

"Oh, Gina..." I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "I understand that and I know you love me, it's just that... I'm going through a thing right now and... you know."

With a softer voice to match my more conciliatory one, she said, "But we're not communicating anymore, and that worries and saddens me."

" ... I have a real thing for Stevie. A real thing. I'm trying to deal with that and... stuff. It doesn't seem like the kind of thing I can really talk to you about."

" ... Okay...," she said, slowly sitting on the edge of the tub's raised platform. Dunking a hand and softly running it down my arm and across my shoulders, she added, "I just don't want to feel shut out."

She suddenly removed the washcloth from my face and her warm smile turned to one of surprise and dismay.

"Wh- what the hell happened to your face?!"

"I got in a fight," I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"A fight!?" she asked as though she'd never heard the term. "Did you win?!"

"No," I growled in humiliation. "I lost. I haven't looked in the mirror, is it bad?"

"Yes, it's bad! Your bottom lip is swollen and you've got three long scratches down your face from your forehead, almost to your jaw! Fuck! Who did this to you!?"

"That's not so bad," I sighed, trying to minimize the event in her eyes.

"Who!?"

" ... Sheila," I disgustedly admitted.

" ... Wh- Well... I'm just gonna go kick her ass then, aren't I!?" she said with all the attitude of the old Gina.

I couldn't help smiling, even though it hurt, but said, "Smutty, don't. I don't mean anything by this, but... if I can't take her..."

"No way! I'm gonna get a fuckin' table leg and-!"

"It's bad enough that she did this to me," I interrupted. "I don't want to see it happen to you, too. Besides, I can deal with this in another way."

She knew I was right. I could tell by how she sat there in impotent anger, furious resignation in her eyes. See, despite my size, Gina knows from the incident at Jaybirds that, when it comes to fighting, I'm the girl to send in. I go berserk. Apparently, I get that from Sheila because it's exactly how she took me out. In fact, I'd estimate that she probably could take out Gina along with Tisha and Tanya at the same time, fighting all the harder for it. It's exactly how I'd be and, normally, it'd spell victory for me.

"You know what I'd really like you to do, though?" I asked in a sweet voice that I hoped would gloss the situation over a little for her. "If you don't mind?"

"What!?" she strained.

"Believe it or not, the chef down in the kitchen never heard of potato pancakes until I told him how to make them."

"Potato pancakes?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah. If you really wanna make me happy, maybe you could go down and get us some. We'll eat right here, how's that sound?"

She sighed, a quick, forceful expulsion and put her face in her hand, shaking her head with her eyes closed.

" ... Smutty?"

"Yeees, I'll get some potato pancakes."

"You have to promise not to pick a fight with Sheila."




Sera Ch. 09



"Are you se-?"

"Promise..."

" ... Fine, I promise."

"Thank you. I appreciate that you want to beat her up for me, you know. I do."

I raised my hand from under the water and took a tender grip on her upper arm, soaking her sleeve there. We looked lovingly into each other's eyes and she seemed to actually swoon for some moments before I painfully leaned forward to give her a kiss on the lips.

"Oh my god, I love you so much, Slutty," she whispered heavily, strangely and completely over her outrage of only moments before.

"I love you, too, but you worry too much."

" ... I worry too much," she replied in mock agreement.

Steven

I was as surprised as Gina when we came around a corner in the apartment wing and literally bumped into each other. The accidental meeting jolted me out of my semi frantic state as effectively as her thoughtful, yet confused expression was taken from her face.

"Oh!" she expressed.

"Sorry."

My other thoughts of the moment were wiped out at the sight of her, that look in her eyes that reminded me of Audrey Chapel. Poor Gina, I knew, had gone swimming and run afoul of a shark.

"What happened to you?" she asked in a light daze, looking me up and down.

" ... Uh, I fell."

"You should get cleaned up," she advised, her eyes drifting, then returning to my face. "You know, she really likes you. Kitten, I mean."

"Uh... huh. Gina, where are you going?"

"To the kitchen for potato pancakes."

"For who?"

"Me and Kitten. She sent me. I love her. I... love her..."

" ... Christ," I commented under my breath, taking a look about while hustling her around the corner. "Gina, look at me."

She did this readily and I captured her eyes somewhat quickly, wondering even then what I was doing. Snap decisions on little information followed by immediate actions aren't my style.

The door to her mind had been left open by someone and there were definitely footprints left behind. It wasn't Mum; I was familiar with her tracks. Ashleigh would have left no traces I'd ever detect and Sheila, I was fairly convinced, didn't have the Jedi spell. Naturally, this left one likely possibility, the implications of which severely complicating the overall picture at Ashleigh World.

"Gina, go on to the kitchen for your potato pancakes," I told her. "Everything's fine, you never ran into me here."

" ... I'm going to the kitchen for those potato pancakes," she decided, more to herself than me. "Everything's fine and I never ran into you here."

I broke eye contact, closing the door to her mind when I backed out. She blinked in confusion a few times, then simply left. I was a bit stunned as I watched her cute ass walk away, then looked around to see if anybody'd seen this little encounter, but saw nobody. The crashing, recent memory of Mum almost drowning me snapped me back to reality, reminding me that I had to get to Sheila's place and warn her. Her apartment door wasn't far from the corner where I met Gina and I hurried the rest of the way. After knocking, I got no answer, so I tried again with the same result.

"Ssshit!"

"Now what?" I mumbled, looking around myself again.

"First of all, let's get away from Sheila's door before Mum catches us. We'll go to our apartment, get cleaned up and about a pint of whiskey into us while we think."

" ... Good call."

Locking my door, I checked carefully through my apartment, making sure Mum wasn't there waiting for me where I'd least expect her. Then, avoiding the balcony that was adjacent to hers, I went straight for the refrigerator for the quart of whiskey, then to the shower. I was stripped off and in the stall in no time with a nice hot stream of water pouring over my body and a bellyful of liquid fire beginning to soothe my nerves. The dual heat action threatened to lull me into staying for a while, feeling somewhat safe and secluded with the door locked, but there was no time. I had to hurry and do... something.

"We should tell Ashleigh."

"That's... yeah. She could probably find Sheila right away and make sure she's alright."

"Yeah. Uh, do we tell her about Gina?"

"Absofuckinlutely we tell her. We're supposed to be bringing crazy Kitten slowly around to the idea of her little stowaway, but it looks like Mum's beat us to the punch. Ashleigh wants to be in charge, I say let her deal with it."

Bottle in hand, I hopped out of the shower and quickly dried off, taking another swig before hurrying to my bedroom. Stanley was there on my bed and he watched me while conversation resumed.

"What gets me is the lack of any sense," I mumbled under my breath as I hastily pulled on a pair of light gray dress pants. There's no... consistency to the parasite. There's no pattern."

"Should there be?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because there should be. All living things develop by some pattern, but your ilk doesn't seem to."

"Maybe my ilk has a more complex pattern of development."

"I don't know. What I do know is that this shit isn't made any easier by Ashleigh. She's gotta come across."

"That, I agree with. We're working in the dark."

"Fuckin' right."

I finished dressing and took another heavy gulp of the bottle before placing it on the kitchenette counter on my way to the door. When I looked down to finish buttoning my black shirt, I caught a slight case of vertigo from the whiskey and slowed a little.

"Whoa."

"Yeah I know, thanks."

Kitten

My second visitor of the evening came around shortly after Gina and I finished up with our potato pancakes. I was still in the tub, the various impact points that peppered my body beginning to set in and hurt worse as I leaned with my elbows on the edge of the tub. Gina had brought a mood back with her, which I attributed to my fight with Sheila. She got up to answer the door, taking the plates and cutlery with her, and returned with Auntie Kathleen.

She followed Gina in wearing a tight pair of stretchy black short shorts that looked fabulous on her with a deep orange T-shirt, a bright yellow stripe across her big boobies. Walking skillfully in a pair of black pumps, she was flashing her usual smile until she saw me.

"Oh my god, Kitten!" she exclaimed, hustling right over to the edge of the tub I still leaned over with a shocked expression.

"It's not that bad, Auntie," I told her with a slightly glum tone.

It really wasn't. I knew at this point, finally having checked out the small mirror on the back edge of my tub while Gina went for the pancakes. I'd gotten off pretty easy in terms of facial damage and I'd been wondering if Sheila held back because I was her biological daughter.

"Not bad!? There's scratches all down your beautiful face! She did this to you, didn't she?"

"I was unprepared."

"Unpre- I didn't realize you two would get into a fight! You were only supposed to lay down the law! To tell her I knew what she'd been up to and that I'd be along! Oh, I knew it was a bad idea!"

"Sorry, Auntie. I never actually got to that point."

"Oh my god!" she repeated, sitting on the edge of the tub to gently examine my face with her fingers.

We happened to look into each other's eyes while Gina watched silently from the center of the room. Our gaze lingered until the moment was broken when Auntie drew back slightly, looking at my facial features as though searching for something, then sniffing a little.

"Sweetie pie, did Sheila...? Uhh, did she do anything else to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did she, um... rape you?"

"What?" Gina barked.

"No, Auntie."

" ... Okay... Um, have you and Ashleigh spoken recently?"

"Today," I replied, feeling the smallest blush at the flashing memory of sucking those strange men's cocks. "Earlier on."

"Uh huh, she replied with a look of quick understanding, yet concern. "Well... as far as Sheila goes, don't you worry. I'll deal with her shortly in any case. I take care of my own, and I guarantee you that Sheila will pay extra for this, and sooner than later. She could never beat me."

She then looked at the other, mostly silent occupant of the room and asked, "Gina honey?"

Gina only looked at her in return.

"Have you been talking to Steven?"

"Recently? No."

" ... Oh, Okay," Auntie said with a hint of surprise in her tone.

"I didn't see that bitch Sheila, either," Gina sullenly added. "Not that it'd do me any good if I did, since slutty made me promise not to beat her with a stick of furniture."

"Hon, please don't take offense, but it wouldn't be a good idea to try. Kitten's lucky to get away with what she got. Don't be fooled by Sheila's size, the whore's got spirit. Back in high school, there was this clique of girls, the popular clique if you know what I mean. By this time, Sheila had gained quite a reputation with the boys and also this clique, some of whose boyfriends she'd screwed. One day, four of them were waiting for her in the girl's washroom while I was down in the principal's office dodging a completely separate issue, but it didn't matter. They weren't prepared for what walked into the girl's room."

"She beat them all?" I asked, proud in a disturbingly strange way.

"Beat the tar out of them," she confirmed with a vague expression that I guessed might match my own. "Mind you, they did quite a number on her, but she was the one who was left standing. Actually, she said she was on her knees when it was over, but none of the others could say that. Nobody messes with the Burchell girls."

"Except another Burchell girl," I amended with a sudden smile.

"But not this Burchell girl," Auntie said with a playful pinch of my unscratched cheek. "She's got age and experience on you."

"I don't want to think about it. How did things go with Stevie?"

"I reasserted myself. He'll be good now, Kitten."

"Now I'm really glad I came to you," I beamed.

"Sweetie pie, you can always come to me," she told me with a warm, motherly smile.

"Wait a minute," Gina broke in, "could someone bring me back into the loop?"

"Well, if you're not gonna hang around, smutty..." I implied with a good natured smile.

"Um, I was looking for you."

"Sorry, you were sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you, so I left."

"I'm always waking up alone, then I run around looking for you."

"Well, do I have to have you glued to my hip the whole time I'm here?"

"Kat... I don't think I deserve to be-"

"Not now, smutty."

I'd humiliated her, the unavoidable truth in the ensuing, awkward silence. Well, why did she have to push it? Right in front of Auntie Kathleen, like I was some kind of stupid kid who couldn't take care of herself?

Auntie was looking uncomfortably away from the both of us while Gina stared at me with an expression I'd never seen on her face. Without another word, she walked out of the room without any effort by me to stop her.

Steven

"This had better be good, because I just sent a translator home early at full pay."

Finding Lynette earlier, I was told that 'Mistress' had left orders not to be disturbed. I had to assure the blonde that 'Mistress' would absolutely appreciate being disturbed by a visit from me about a half dozen times before she made a call on her cellphone, then led me to Ashleigh's den, a place I was still very curious about.

Standing just inside her closed doorway, I announced "Mum almost drowned me."

She didn't react to this right away but, after a moment, blinked at me a couple times before speaking with much less irritation and a lot more concern.

"What? What?"

I told her the story.

"Holy... When was this?" she asked incredulously.

"Little over a half hour ago," I said, by this time slumped on her couch and wondering if she had any alcohol in her lair.

"Well, what the hell kept you!?"

"I got cleaned up while I decided what I should do, but first I had to drop by-"

"Decide what to do!?" she demanded as though I wasn't the victim. "You fucking tell me, is what you do! Immediately! Not almost an hour later!"

"Well, I had to go tell Sheila first before Mum got to her, didn't I!? She knew I was going to meet her, she was right outside the god damned door when I opened it to leave!"

"Well, where's Sheila now!?"

"I don't know, she wasn't in! You have to go fi-!"

She was already on it, already out of her chair with an alarmed expression and heading for the door. She was dressed the most decently I'd ever seen her in a form flattering, hot pink business suit with very well fitting slacks. Her tits bounced crazily in her modestly buttoned white blouse, jacket only secured by one button at her midriff.

"Stay here!" was all she said before she disappeared beyond the door that slammed shut behind her.

"Oh my fuck, what is wrong with the women in this family?"

At least she was on it and, after a moment, I had to admit to myself that it felt a lot better having a strong ally in this situation than it did to be all alone when the shit hit the fan, like I was in Saint John. With a start, I noted my hands were trembling a little and I grabbed my thighs, closing my eyes and willing my nerves to settle. Ashleigh would find Sheila in time, everything would somehow work out and, in the meantime, she'd left me alone in her den.

The shelves covering the walls offered information pretty much exclusively on the subjects of anatomy, spiritualism, sexuality, death, natural geography and the paranormal. Some looked new and, when I checked publication dates, I found some that had been written during the current decade, but there were also some old ones, some very old, then some that didn't even have publication dates and were often written in hand. In addition, about half of them weren't written in English, the only way to guess at the subject matter being the occasional illustration.

One of them caught my eye. The scene it depicted was a small village. Everywhere in the scene, people were having various forms of sex in what appeared to be a town orgy. The artwork was such that, despite its simple form, it somehow managed to convey great detail in how it sparked the imagination. The viewer could see things like facial expressions that weren't really there on closer inspection.

I checked out her desk next, touching or moving nothing I didn't have to so as not to leave anything out of place. In addition to her computer and among the usual expected desktop items were scattered papers written in freehand, but again, in some language other than English. Some were neatly piled and put to the side as though they were being put into order and they all looked quite old. In front of my aunt's chair was an open notebook, one of those black hardcover deals with the contents written in English.

I guessed it was a translation of the loose papers, mostly because of the awkward way the notebook read, the language either not translating well to English, or the translator Ashleigh had to send home just wasn't that good.

To summarize, what I read amounted to how some spirits take an interest in people. This is somewhat common with the spirits of those who have passed on and various demonic presences such as poltergeists, but quite uncommon when it comes to 'earth spirits'. Also, the level and type of interaction where an earth sprit is concerned is often quite different than other more common types of paranormal 'infestation'. (That's the actual word the translator had used)

Becoming wary of being caught by my returning Aunt, I had to tear my eyes away from the notebook before I could read much more, going back to the chair in front of her desk to slouch while I looked around myself thoughtfully. It was pretty clear she was on to something where the parasite was concerned, pretty obvious that she at least wasn't completely in the dark, but what it was specifically that she knew couldn't be determined without intense study of some the books around me, if not all of them. So, apart from the comfort I took in the fact that there were probably some answers to be had and that Aunt Ash most likely had them, I actually had none myself as a result of my brief investigation of her den and its contents.

"(Sigh)"

I found myself thinking of the illustration from the book, the town orgy and remembered how its curious detail got a physical reaction from my dick. It began happening again as I remembered one particular scene where two naked men were removing a young woman's clothes with greedy expressions while six more hurried to their location. I was soon totally hard, lightly stroking myself through my pants while imagining I was one of those guys pulling her clothes off, or even the guy who was with the two elderly ladies who were all over him. I was quite abnormally excited, considering what all had just happened with Mum, and I was a bit embarrassed when Ashleigh returned.

"Alright, I found her," she reported with unmistakable relief in her tone. "She's had a little trouble of her own this evening in the form of a surprise visit by Kitten, but I had Lamarr escort her to my apartments for the-"

She'd made her way to her desk and was just rounding it when she stopped, looking at its contents and then back at me with some alarm in her features. Her expression evened out before she drily inquired of me.

"Get a good look, did we?"

She wasn't mesmerizing me as she looked me straight in the eyes, however I knew it would be pointless to lie to her in any case, so I replied truthfully.

"You can't blame me."

"Uh huh," she answered. Anyway, I sent Sheila to my apartments for the evening."

She seemed to forget about my snooping as she finished her way to her desk, sitting behind it, but also gathering up the notebook and loose papers.

"What language is that?" I asked.

"I told you I'll tell everything I know to all of you at the same time. I can understand your curiosity, but I'd rather not be accused of keeping secrets while I'm trying to knit this family together."

"It's not easy working in the dark, Ashleigh."

"You have all the light you need for now. Look, Sheila thinks it's a good idea for you to spend the night at my apartments as well."

I shook my head, saying, "Mum's already made her point, she's not one to keep making it unless I prove it necessary, and I'd rather avoid that for now if I can. How'd things go with Sheila and Kitten?"

"Uh... not well. She'll tell you, I'm sure. You are going to keep talking to her, right?"

" ... Yeah. I like her a lot."

"Good. She likes you too, and she's worried. I didn't tell her what your Mum did to you tonight, but I did tell her you two had spoken and that you were fine. Are you fine?"

Her concern was evident and I looked down when I nodded my head and sighed.

"I told you she'd hurt you again," she reminded quietly.

Retreating from the subject, I said, "Listen, something else has happened."

"Oh?"

"I ran into Gina on the way to Sheila's apartment."

"Ahhh, Gina," she sighed, sitting back in her puffy, black office chair. "I like her, but she's becoming a pain in my fat ass, like I knew she would."

"Your ass is not fat, and how big a pain can she be while surrounded by five Burchells, all of us hosting our little guests?"

Her lips compressed at my reference, but she only asked, "What happened?"

"I ran into her in the corridor, quite literally, and she was... Well, somebody had a Jedi spell on her."

" ... Really?"

"Yes, and since I know Mum's tracks and since you don't leave any and since I don't think Sheila even has-"

"Wait a minute... 'tracks'?"

"One of Mum's terms. That sense you get when you can tell one of us has been in a person's head. Like I said, it wasn't Mum's, you can hide yours and I don't think Sheila has the Jedi spell, so..."




Sera Ch. 10



Kitten

Auntie Kathleen stayed over at my place, both she and I sleeping in my bed after she spent the evening pampering me and hearing me out about Gina who, I presumed, went to her own apartment for the night. I never did go talk to her, I wasn't in the mood after getting my bum so literally kicked, and Auntie never bugged me about it, but did softly advise an apology. I had to agree.

Of course, we were all over each other in bed, our exciting, unapologetic affair going on despite the possibility that Gina might come back. It was so natural with Auntie Kathleen, like with Auntie Ashleigh, subtly more than just sex. I had a very deep reaction, or attraction if you will, to all of my family members, even Sheila.

And I did feel guilty about Gina, not only because of how I'd treated her, or because of my recent behaviour, but also because I had to admit that she was in my way. It wasn't just about sex either, but the growing feeling that Auntie Ashleigh was correct in that my dearest friend and adopted sister didn't belong at this little family reunion.

In addition, I still felt somehow different, something else I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was a persistent 'feeling', for want of a better term, that had arisen from deep within me since the incredible, shared orgasm with Auntie Ashleigh, and it was still there.

The next morning I lay awake with Auntie still asleep beside me while I recalled the sexual highlights of the night before with a slow, satisfied grin that hurt my swollen lip until I was reminded of why it was swollen to begin with. Grin fading, I began thinking about drinking when the door chimed.

Lynette asked after my condition, her expression becoming concerned at the sight of me. After assuring the Day Attendant that I was okay, she told me there'd be a family meeting in the library at eleven o'clock that morning, information I pondered as I stood naked in the middle of my living room, suddenly realizing that I'd stood in my open door that way without a thought. Oh well.

I wondered again what all had happened between Stevie and Auntie Kathleen, she not having gotten into any details about how she'd dealt with him no matter how I'd prodded. Whatever it was, I had the feeling it was effective. Auntie Kathleen certainly comes off as being very effective and this led me to wonder what she was going to do to Sheila today and whether or not I'd get to watch when it happened.

Standing there, I continued to ponder, soon coming back to Stevie and his little thing with Sheila. How could he do it to me? He knew that we were for each other. He knew that and how I felt about Sheila. Of course, it was her doing. She had her ways of sleazily attracting other women's men to her, then fucking them and their lives at the same time, ruining things wherever she went. He was just another of her victims, except he should know better because he'd been warned by his own mother!

My building anger was destabilized by a sleepy whimper from my bedroom, a note of soft pleasure. Looking in, I saw my auntie, her hand gently squeezing her pussy in her sleep with an expression of such content. I smiled, wishing I didn't have to disturb her with the news that we were expected in the library in less than two hours.

Steven

I awoke in a lather, drenched in my own cold sweat from a re-run of what happened at the pool the evening before. My hands shook as I tried to wipe the nightmare away, the distorted image of Mum looking down at me from above the water's rippling surface. Her expression was branded in my mind, that awful look of blank curiosity in her black eyes.

"Fuck off!" I trembled, then some moments later, "Right. Get your shit together."

Giving my head a shake, I forced myself out of bed and went naked to the kitchenette with Stanley at my heels. A few stiff shots of whiskey straight from the bottle evened me out further as I took a suspicious look at my balcony. I wanted to go out to greet the morning, but I didn't want to run into Mum out there on hers. Not yet.

My gut started to ache.

Less than ten minutes later, my gut was better with more whiskey in it. Still, frustrated thoughts of Ashleigh's attitude regarding Gina and the obvious implications made it hard to relax. I got to thinking about how good she looked, then felt my dick move, hissing a half disgusted laugh a moment later, amazed at how my sex drive could overcome such an event as my own mother almost drowning me.

"We're really something else."

"Definitely," I replied.

"Mostly you, though."

"Yeah, right."

"(Sigh)"

"It's nothing that abnormal. Jeez, Ashleigh looks good. It's not surprising, regardless of what happened with Mum."

"It seems I'm always turned on now."

"So what?"

"It's you. Because I'm always letting you have such a strong hand."

"Not strong enough, if you ask me. Besides, if you're the one who's always letting me have such a supposedly strong hand, isn't it you who's to blame?"

"Shut up and fuck off, I refuse to argue with myself. What are we doing today?"

"First, we're going to get some sex. Good sex."

"Uh, were you not here when I was just now complaining about our sex drive?"

"Complaining about it doesn't make it go away. It has to be satisfied so we can concentrate."

"The best way to deal with temptation is to give into it," I quoted with a glib tone. "Lord Byron."

"Very good, young Mr. Burchell. You are definitely not the weakest link. Not yet. Hang in there and have some faith in me, okay? We'll get fixed up with some staff member a little later and then maybe go find Sheila."

"I wonder what happened with her and Kitten?"

"We'll find out once we hook up. Also, since we'll have had a staff member by then, we won't be distracted by thoughts about fucking her senseless while we're at it."

"Hey, that's good."

"I told you to have some faith," I reminded with a reassuringly jocular grin. "Didn't I tell you to have some faith?"

"You told me to have some faith," I affirmed in reply with (of course) the same jocular grin that faded as I went on. "But what about Mum? What if we run into her?"

" ... I'll handle her."

"You didn't do so well with handling her last night. As I recall, you had some decent hand then and..."

"She blindsided me," I replied, the jocularity gone, replaced by controlled tension that was popping up whenever she crossed my mind. It won't happen again."

" ... Hey, I..."

"Yeah. I know, I feel it too. I think of her differently. I'm, uhh... I'm not sure I could ever really trust her again."

"I can't believe I just said that," I tried to quip.

"I can't believe I just said that. But, this has been shaping up. It's been coming. Geez, it wasn't that long ago that we had to answer to her like, "Yes, Mum."."

"Yeah... both she and I have changed a lot."

"Shit. ... Why in hell did she have to go and do that last night?"

I had no answer for my parasite on that, however I really was surprised to hear his doubts concerning Mum. Between us, he was always the staunch supporter of her decisions and ways, even when I questioned them. As for myself, I definitely had different feelings towards her. Something had changed and I remembered what Aunt Ashleigh had said about Mum and I, about how we weren't right for each other as a couple. From there, my thoughts jumped straight to Kitten and my parasite willingly hopped with me.

"Maybe we should go see Kitten."

"Maybe we shouldn't. I doubt it's a coincidence that she showed up at Sheila's place at the same time Mum showed up here last night."

"How the fuck did they find out about our little date anyway?"

"Who knows? The big question is how we're gonna cozy up to Kitten like Ashleigh wants us to after this."

"Hm. I'm guessing she's gonna be jealous."

"And mad."

"Probably more jealous than mad. Maybe a little bitchy, but she has that thing for us, like we have for her. She won't be that mad. Yeah, we can do this."

I was dressed by nine-thirty, having eaten at my kitchenette instead of going down to the main kitchen. Lynette had stopped by to inform me of a 'family meeting' in the library and I was busily feeling disappointed by Ashleigh's lame response to last night's events, when there was another knock at the door.

"I mean, is this the mysterious something that she's doing?" I asked myself in a low voice as I approached my foyer. "Mum almost drowns me and she's calling a family fucking meeting? Christ!"

My loins were girded for Mum. Strangely, I was certain it would be her, but it wasn't. No, it was the family parasite's second attempt at Marie. I didn't even have time to hang my jaw in surprise, especially at the fat lip and the scratches down her face, before Kitten drove her fist straight into my gut. It was a surprisingly hard punch for such a little thing, and I was in no way ready for it. My vision grayed as I tried not to vomit right then and there. While sinking to my knees, she then delivered her motives straight from her temperamental, five year old personality.

"That's for being such a big jerk!"

With this, she stomped off down the corridor while I drooled on its impeccable hardwood flooring.

Kitten

After Auntie Kathleen went to her apartment to get ready, I thought it best to go deal with Gina before the meeting. So, following a brief visit to Stevie's door so I could tell him exactly what I thought about he and Sheila hanging out together, I entered her apartment quietly to find her still asleep in her bedroom. Waking her up with a glass of OJ and a warm smile, I sincerely apologized about how I'd behaved the night before. She accepted, I think actually surprised to even hear an apology, but it made her happy enough. I informed her that I had to rush off, but also of where I'd be. It may have been this consideration, and the promise of talking later, that made her agree to my very careful suggestion that she not attend. Despite the fact that Delores didn't stipulate her absence, 'Family meeting' is quite a self-explanatory term and I think Gina understood that.

It helped that I'd dressed conservatively in one of her own black business skirts. On me it was a bit longer, the hem falling to just above my knees, but it showed off my hips well, making my bum look really nice. Up top, I wore a lose fitting, but thin, gray pullover, its sleeves fluted just below my elbows. The neck was open, but I was wearing a nice pushup bra beneath and, overall, there was nothing for her to complain about.

The trouble was that I'd sensed a part of her that wouldn't have wanted to be there anyway and, for whatever reason, this bothered me. Walking into the library, however, Gina was the furthest thing from my mind.

Auntie Ashleigh sat in the big, black, wingback leather chair with her legs crossed wearing a long, saffron, silk gown that looked fabulous draped over her curves, displaying her boobies and delicious nipples. She was speaking quietly to Sheila, who sat in a chair to her left within the semicircle of chairs with small, conveniently placed tables.

The eternal night club whore was sporting a nice shiner from my fists of fury, sitting straight as the victor would, but averting her eyes in discomfort at my arrival. She wore an outfit I would commonly wear, this being a pair of tight jeans with a tank top. The difference was that her black jeans had obviously never been worked in because she was a whore. I was surprised to see the outlines of a bra beneath her black top and it was the first time I'd seen her hair in a ponytail. Despite how I hated her, I had to admit that she looked awesome, no matter her attire.

So far, we three were the only ones and I wondered how long I'd have to sit and contend without Auntie Kathleen here. I silently cursed my distracted state of mind when I left Gina's. Had I been thinking, I'd have waited at Auntie Kathleen's apartment until she finished getting ready so we could show up together.

"Good morning, Kitten," Auntie Ashleigh greeted me with a warm smile after a brief inspection of my battle wounds.

"'Morning, Auntie," I toned with a tight voice.

"Please help yourself at the wet bar and have a seat with us."

I gave her a wooden smile, my lookalike and I studiously ignoring one another, and went to help myself. At the wet bar was hot coffee and biscuits, forcing me to ponder this option as opposed to a nice tall glass of vodka.

"At the risk of finding myself in personal combat for this," Auntie remarked with a light, conciliatory tone, "I'm really so glad to have you both here. Both of you are just incredible."

"Oh, please," Auntie Kathleen scoffed.

She didn't just enter the room, but actually invaded it with her aggressive personality and natural authority. She wore a deep, burnished brown blouse with moderate cleavage and a short, pinstriped business skirt with black high heels. The dramatic dark streaks in her blonde hair never failed to accentuate her presence and I couldn't help the smallest, horny smile as I looked her over.

"When are you going to see that she's only a whore, Ash? Just a filthy little whore, who's got a royal beating coming her way for-"

"Kathleen, for god's sakes, please don't start." Ashleigh testily interrupted while Sheila continued to avert her eyes.

"Pffft!" Auntie Kathleen replied.

Auntie Ashleigh's lips compressed at this, her eyes angrily watching her youngest sister approach me at the wet bar.

"How are you this morning, sweetie pie?" she asked with a wink of her shiny, beautiful eye.

"I'm good, Auntie," I said with a smile."

"What's she got for us here?" she asked in a lower voice.

"Coffee and biscuits, or booze. I can't decide."

Taking a butter knife in hand, she began splitting one of the hot biscuits as she spoke, her voice at its previous volume.

"I suppose you're about to bring order on us? Mistress Ashleigh snapping her crop over these peons of her great and glorious domain?"

"Shut up, Kathleen," Ashleigh almost grated. "You think you're so bright, but you're just acting like a child."

"You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't know it was true."

Auntie Ashleigh's expression was a lot less than friendly when she took a breath to reply in turn, but that's when Stevie walked in, this event changing her mind. Auntie Kathleen saw him, but paid no mind as she quickly buttered the biscuit.

He stopped in the doorway, his eyes warily glancing across the room and everyone in it, lingering on me and his mummy while Sheila actually had the nerve to look at him.

"Close the door and come in, Steven," Auntie Ashleigh's replacement words invited in a warm and irritated tone. "Please help yourself at the wet bar. I've excluded any staff intrusions for the next little while."

Without greeting her, or anybody, he closed the door and I watched Sheila watching him as he went directly to the extra-large armchair, taking his seat and looking at nobody. Meanwhile, his mummy was handing me one of the little china plates that had been provided with the biscuit she'd buttered while reaching for a coffee cup.

"Now that we're all here," Auntie Ashleigh started with a sigh, "I'd like to first thank everybody for showing up. Also, I'd like to share with all of you something I just said to Kitten and Sheila, and that is how glad I am to have all of you here at the estate. I've so much enjoyed your company and the chance to get to know each of you in person. You're all incredible and I'd like to express my gratitude that you've chosen to stay as long as you have. I also offer my hope that each of you stay longer, preferably for good," she added with an honest smile.

Auntie had poured a cup of coffee and was now spilling a fair measure of cognac into the cup as she answered to this with, "Well, that depends on our motivation, doesn't it?"

"Excuse me?" my other aunt asked.

Auntie Kathleen passed me the coffee cup, then daringly gave me a peck on the forehead and a light slap on my bum to get me started to a seat before turning back to the wet bar to answer.

"I don't need the trappings," she clarified. "And if I did, I could get my own. The lesser Burchell in our midst may want to stay for those reasons, but I have my own and they're not being satisfied."

Seating myself, I had no idea who she meant by 'the lesser Burchell', but Sheila answered the question for me when her eyes darted to her younger sister at the reference.

"That's enough of that," Auntie Ashleigh told her in a level tone. "As I've already explained to you, it's important that we-"

"-mend fences to encourage a proper, shared dialogue," Auntie Kathleen rudely finished as she turned with a drink. "Yes, yes, I know all that, but I'm getting impatient with whatever little program you've got going here and, meanwhile, you've got this worthless whore running free to mess with my son-"

"Kathleen!" Auntie Ashleigh snapped.

Her tone actually gave the judicious blonde pause as she took a seat beside Stevie, who still sat looking at the floor in front of him without reaction. She took a look at him, though, her expression one of quick, almost humoured appraisal before she set her eyes on Sheila.

For her part, my biological mother still sat quietly with that tight lipped frown, an actual upside down smile that Auntie Kathleen and I shared. It told of restrained upset as she acted like she was too good to get involved.

"Can we all please just be civil long enough to talk to each other?" Auntie Ashleigh demanded of the group while looking straight at her youngest sister. "I mean, can't we all be in the same room together for longer than two minutes before a fight breaks out? Kathleen, stop staring at Sheila!

"She knows what she's got coming," Auntie Kathleen defiantly responded.

Auntie Ashleigh closed her eyes for a short interval before opening them again to plow on with, "Look... (Sigh) I know this is weird. We're all used to being on our own in one way or another, and some of the histories in this room don't exactly make that any easier, but that's no excuse for some of the behaviour that's been going on around here. Now, I don't expect everybody to get along like bosom buddies right off the hop, but is it too much to ask for a ceasefire of the hostilities? Yes, I do understand that there's some friction betw- Kathleen..." Auntie Ashleigh very testily interrupted herself, "I said stop staring at Sheila like that."

Shifting her eyes from Sheila, but not her face, Auntie Kathleen said, "You don't tell me what to do, Ash."

"Grow up, Kathleen." Ashleigh ground.

"Auntie," I had to put in, "maybe you don't know, but Sheila's been up to her old tricks again. She's been whoring around St-"

"Kitten, don't you start too."

"But she told me she was gonna-!"

Sheila, apparently no longer willing to pretend she could rise above it all, interrupted with, "All I did was cook him a meal! Fucking lemon chicken for chrissakes! Can I not even-!?"

"No!" Auntie Kathleen answered. "No and no and no! He's my son and I don't want him anywhere near you!"

"Ladies, can we please stop acting-!" Auntie Ashleigh tried again, actually standing now.

"Yeah!" I interrupted, going on with, "And I already told you how it is with he and I, but you still-!"

"Oh, shut up you retarded little freak!" Sheila spat. "Good god, look at you! You'll be living in a padded cell before you're old enough to-!"

"Don't you dare talk to her like that you almighty whore!" Auntie Kathleen erupted in my defense, standing and taking a step towards Sheila with a menacing expression, jabbing her finger repeatedly. "After what you did to her? By god, I'll twist your head off and-!"




Sera Ch. 10



"I'm not afraid of you, Kathy! You threaten me one more time and-!"

"And what!?" I demanded.

Popping out of my chair, I advanced upon her with my auntie as a united front. From the corner of my eye, I saw Stevie sit up straighter as the situation threatened to go nuclear, and I hoped he'd have enough sense to not defend Sheila, or I'd have to punch my hottie in the gut again.

Steven

It didn't take much of a glance upon entry to see what the trouble between Kitten and Sheila had been, or that Kitten had indeed been kick-started. I wondered what Ashleigh thought of this after having been so dismissive with me about the subject, and how she'd have to change her outlook to compensate for this.

As for Mum, she'd brought things to a breaking point again, putting me in the position of having to decide whether to once again pry her fingers from Sheila's throat, or just let Ashleigh handle her. On the edge of my seat, I watched her and my loopy cousin move threateningly closer to Sheila, deciding that I'd have to get up and do something so Mum wouldn't hurt her.

It turned out that Ashleigh had it covered. In a quick, efficient movement, she stepped across Kitten's path, knocking her backwards and out of the immediate standing area while reaching a hand for Mum. My beautiful, bitching mother was totally blindsided, roughly grabbed and spun by the shoulder to find herself face to face, eye to eye with a bigger woman who was all out of patience. The real showstopper was when Ashleigh's other hand went up her skirt, making her sibling jump with a short squeal.

Like Sheila and Kitten, I watched as Ashleigh physically backed her up like this, the look on Mum's face one of shock and helplessness, lost in Ashleigh's parasitic, sparklingly dark eyes. A small sound escaped her throat as her hands fluttered at her sides, then, as though in spasm, grabbed Ashleigh's upper arms, but her resistance was token at best. When she was backed into the small writing table against the nearby wall, Ashleigh bent her mercilessly backward, eliciting a higher note from Mum as she was forced down on her back on top of the table.

From here, Ashleigh's back was toward us and the three of us couldn't see their faces, but we could clearly see her hand up Mum's hiked skirt, grabbing her snatch through her pink, see-through panties. Mum's thighs seemed to fall open for Ashleigh, one of her heels scarring the wooden surface of the tabletop and the wall as it repeatedly and spasmodically kicked out. She let out an even higher, longer note as her fingers squeezed Ashleigh's arms, her pelvis beginning to gyrate to the hand at her crotch.

"Huuh!? Huuuuuuu-uuuuh!?" Uhhhhhhhhh!?"

I got totally hard in no time for watching this, for whatever reason trusting that my aunt knew what she was doing. I have to say, of all the orgasms I've watched my mother have, the one she had just then was definitely one of the best. She just erupted, suddenly shrilling, then screaming like she was having a baby, her legs thrusting but staying parted, arms flailing and jerking on the table like she was being electrified.

When it was over, we heard Ashleigh explain in a 'no shit' tone, "Now... you're going to keep your fucking mouth shut until you're asked a question and, when you do speak, you will be civil. You will co-operate. Do you god-damned well understand, you infernal little cunt!?"

"Yip!" Mum squeaked in quick confirmation.

Then, as suddenly as she was on top of her, she let Mum go, straightening and spinning on her heel to rejoin her stunned family while Mum stayed where she was, groaning and slowly moving her hand between her legs. The look on Ashleigh's face was a lot less than friendly and it was clear that she'd had enough. I actually looked down when her eyes found mine, thanking whatever god that may exist when it was Kitten and not me who got her attention next.

"And as for you, little miss rudeness, it's bad enough, what you did to your mother, do not start acting like your aunt! Do you understand!?"

"Y- yes, Auntie." She said in a voice that cowered with her posture and expression.

Mum continued moaning, rubbing herself and turning over to go crashing to the floor, bringing the little table with her. From the floor, she squirmed with her hands still between her legs, groaning as she played with her clitoris.

"You do not own Steven!" Ashleigh went on. "His mother doesn't own him, you most certainly don't, so stop assuming you have the right to dictate who he associates with in this family and, above all, you and your little fucking bitch of an aunt over there stop causing shit! Do you understand!?"

This time, Kitten could only nod. It seemed a little harsh and I couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor thing so, like an idiot, I spoke up.

"Heeeey, back off, that's enough of-"

"Shut up!" She shouted, suddenly pointing at me.

I shut up as she returned her attention to Kitten, Mum's mindless sounds of self-pleasure providing the backdrop for our family meeting.

"Now, you go and you apologize to your mother!"

This was something Kitten had a hard time swallowing, until...

"Now, god-dammit!"

With a gasp, Kitten was spurred to action. Skirting Ashleigh, she approached Sheila with dread and humility as I only now looked to my aunt of long and bad reputation. Her expression was that of somebody watching a suspense thriller as Kitten neared, impossible to read beyond a surety that those blue eyes were taking in everything.

Standing before her chair, Kitten hesitantly choked, "I-I'm sorry."

"You'll have to do better than that," Ashleigh's harsh voice demanded.

" ... Uhh, I'm sorry I, I umm, did that stuff."

"Kitten!"

The poor thing jumped a foot, almost started crying, but got it out before I'd have to try intervening on her behalf again. "Sheila, I... I'm sorry I ruined your ch- chicken and said those things t- to you."

Sheila didn't know what to say. Luckily for her, Ashleigh was in the mood to guide her in this.

"Sheila? Aren't you going to accept your daughter's apology?"

"Uh... y- Uhhh... "Thank you. I, uh... I accept your apology," Sheila somewhat graciously accepted, probably feeling as much duress as sincerity about it.

"Now... kiss and make up," Ashleigh ordered in a lower, slightly cooled tone as she reoccupied her chair.

Kitten made a hiccup sound while Sheila's eyes got even wider, fixating on her sister.

"Don't make me get out of this chair again, Kitten. Kiss your mother, and yes, I do mean on the lips. Do it."

I couldn't believe this. I started getting hard as Kitten hesitantly leaned over and propped her hands on the arms of Sheila's chair, jerkily moving in for a kiss that Sheila waited for with disbelief that matched mine.

It was a quick peck from Kitten and not enough for Ashleigh.

"Again. Give her a chance to kiss you back."

The second kiss was on both their behalf, lingering long enough for each to greet the other's soft lips.

"That's better. Again."

They complied, uncomfortably looking away from each other's eyes as they did.

"Again," Ashleigh told them. "Keep doing it."

I was really getting into this as, behind me and still on the floor, Mum orgasmed again, almost singing her soprano notes until she came down, but only to start building herself once more.

"Yes... that's nice," Ashleigh complimented, firm but not quite angry. "You look so divine together, so much nicer than when you're at each other's throats."

This was astoundingly true.

"Kathleen, come here," Ashleigh called.

Finally, I was able to rip my eyes from the incredible and succulent generational twins who continued 'making up', turning in my seat as Mum groaned desperately. She still lay on the floor, on her side with her hands between her closed legs. Her hair was untidy, eyes vacant as she began struggling to her feet, removing only one hand from her sex to help in this effort.

I goggled as she rejoined the group with her skirt hiked to her waist, panties pulled halfway down her thighs in a rolled tangle with one of her large tits hanging out. Were it not for extenuating circumstances, I'd have jumped her then and there, and watching her sit and then masturbate in her chair didn't help that urge at all.

Ashleigh caressed one of her breasts from outside her dress as she watched Sheila and Kitten who, to my delighted surprise, were making out. Kitten's arms were around Sheila, her knees planted on the cushion of her mother's chair on either side of her thighs. Sheila's hands were around Kitten's back, under her arms and gently pulling her closer as their tongues explored one another's lips.

"Ohhh..." Mum groaned in a deep, husky voice. "Ohhhh... I'm gonna cum a- again... Ohh! Ohh! ... Ohhhhhh! OHHHHHHH!!"

"Right in front of your own son?" Ashleigh teased.

"OHH! UHHH-HUUU-HAAAAAAA!! AHH-HH, FUUUUCKK!!!"

Mum hopped in her seat, her head thrashing under the sexual pleasure of whatever it was that Ashleigh had done to her. When she was finished, she was thoroughly winded, almost sobbing, but so satisfied that a stupid smile crossed her features as her head lolled to one side.

"Guu... Uhhh..."

"You're welcome, you little bitch," Ashleigh told her, yet with a bare, forgiving smile that spoke so much of how she really felt about my mother.

A soft laugh attracted my attention back to the doubly occupied chair. It was Sheila as both she and Kitten now watched my Mum with their arms around each other in a manner that suggested they were made of eggshells, Kitten looking as though she'd just swallowed a lit firecracker. After Mum came down, she seemed happy to sit and softly, quietly stroke her pussy lips, looking distractedly at Kitten and Sheila before devoting her attention to Ashleigh as she began speaking in a more controlled tone.

"Now that I've finally got your attention... I understand that there's some friction between certain members of our family and I understand, in some cases, why that is. I don't want to minimize anybody's feelings and the last thing I want to do is to assign blame in any circumstance, but I expect that at some point, hopefully soon, these differences will be worked out between you because this is our family. We need each other. All of you know that, all of you feel it in some measure from within."

Incredibly, they were all listening, even Mum.

"And so," Auntie Ashleigh went on, "it goes without saying that we have to mend fences. I would prefer that this happens soon, but I'm trying not to push, except when you little bitches make it necessary. Here, I speak of the slandering and exile of Sheila and the vicious little games and personal attacks that have been going on. Now we've escalated to beating one another and even trying to drown one another in my fucking pool. That shit will stop, and I mean here and now. The next one of you who does anything like that again will spend a day without the ability to add two and two."

This was one hell of a threat because I believed she could probably make good on it, and she definitely said it like she could. It also forced me to wonder how much Ashleigh knew about Kitten's recent change in Burchell status. She had to have noticed, but her presentation made her feelings in that matter hard to read. It was strange.

"With that out of the way," the dominant woman conveyed to we, her most captive audience, "I'd like to make something else very clear. Steven is all of ours. He and Kitten have a special attraction, but the fact is that he's the only Burchell who has the cock, that wonderful, cum squirting toy we all want... Well, obviously, it's open season on him for all four of us, including Sheila. It's the only way it'll work."

Kitten

I was having trouble keeping up with myself. It sounds silly, but it's the best way I can describe how it was. At first, kissing Sheila was an insult, my instincts telling me to slap her as I moved closer with my lips humiliatingly puckered. As I kept doing it under Auntie's stern instruction, I started helplessly turning on to it. It was that I was kissing the infamous Sheila, my own mother and lookalike at that, not to mention how she responded.

The feel of her little hands on my sides elated me. I sharply inhaled and we both looked one another in the eye. It was very nice. A minute later, I was in the chair, getting hot and heavy with her and I wondered at how I could be doing this, but it was as though I was moving too fast to listen. Licking each other's lips, I started rotating my pelvis, feeling her hand travelling down my back to my bum when Auntie Kathleen came so hard that we both stopped what we were doing to turn and look.

By the time Auntie Ashleigh announced it was open season on my Stevie, even to Sheila, I didn't know what to think, and Auntie Kathleen was in no condition to lend any opinion. I had no idea what Auntie Ashleigh had done to her, and I didn't feel like challenging my other aunt's absolute authority by asking. Just straddling Sheila's lap, cuddling and making out with her was enough to mess my head up as it was.

"Again," Ashleigh reaffirmed, "none of you have the right to dictate to the other who you spend time with. And to prove that... Kitten, get off your mother. Both you and your aunt are going to watch Sheila suck Steven's cock."

"Oh my gaaawd," Auntie Kathleen moaned.

I gasped and looked at Sheila. She looked pretty surprised herself, and I made a defiant sound, moving to make out with her again in order to keep her from him. And because I wanted to.

"No, Kitten. Let her up and take your seat. You and Kathleen have to accept this one way or another.

I had to let her up. Auntie Ashleigh had spoken, and I had to listen because she was Auntie Ashleigh. Standing there, I didn't know how to see Sheila as she stepped by me, and I could only watch as she approached Stevie, his eyes as big as saucers, cock visibly hard in his pants. She knelt and made no fuss about opening his pants, pulling them down as he lifted for her. Down came his black boxer briefs and out came his beautiful member, my property that Sheila was getting to have before me. I moaned again as Auntie Kathleen tried to verbally object.

"No... This is- I can't... Uhhh... Oh, my boy..." she lamented as Sheila finished removing his pants and underwear like the old pro she was.

"Kathleen, suck your tit while you watch this. Kitten, I said to take your seat."

I could only helplessly watch Sheila get down between Stevie's legs while Auntie Kathleen Lifted her booby, covering the erect nipple with her soft, wet lips as she also watched. With only a sleazy glance up at Stevie, Sheila took his perfect tool in her hand and promptly went down on him. Both me and Auntie moaned, she around her nipple.

"Uhhh! Ohh, fuck..." Stevie expressed, coming half out of his seat at Sheila's filthy ministrations.

"(S-slurp) mmm..."

She sucked like a pro, too. Any woman who prided herself in the art of giving head could see this and I slowly became captivated by the show, becoming hornier for watching. Looking over at Auntie Kathleen seemed to attract my other aunt's attention.

"Kitten, go hold your mother's hair."

"Ashleigh..." Auntie Kathleen managed.

She was finally somewhat able to show some outrage, although she still stroked her pussy as she watched her sister sucking her son's hard penis. He was certainly enjoying himself as Sheila's hands ran up his shirt while she deep throated him.

I knew she was showing off, but I was still transfixed as I approached her, thinking of how that was exactly how I'd look while sucking his cock if I were blonde. Leaning over, I gathered her soft, thick hair in my hands to hold it, tightening it in a fist at the back of her head so that must have hurt, but she seemed to enjoy it. I twisted harder and she began squeezing her thighs together as she moaned around Stevie's cock.

So, I let up. I mean, what in hell could I do with that? The worst part, however, was realizing that I'd like it as well. So, I just held it for her like I was told, watching her bob up and down, sucking him with lustful abandon as Auntie Kathleen's groans became as urgent as Stevie's.

She came as he did and I watched him strain, gripping the arms of the chair as he yelled over and over. Sheila held the head of his wonderful, proud phallus to her open mouth and I watched, wide eyed as heavy, strong squirts of Stevie's cum kept pumping directly into her open mouth while she worked his shaft with her little hand. To Auntie Kathleen's wails, Sheila tried to swallow between his heavy blasts, but wasn't quick enough. She received two to her lips and chin before she could open her mouth again, this time plugging his head right into her mouth to finish sucking him dry to his and his mummy's groans.

Sheila swallowed again and looked up at me with a sincere smile, offering in a cum-soaked voice, "Thanks."

I had no answer for her. I had no answer for myself either as I watched her get to her feet. Stevie was in pieces, still moaning and looking at her like she was all that. On the one hand I hated it but, on the other, I couldn't help but feel the same way. Auntie Ashleigh was smiling at her as she walked across the floor.

"Nice blowjob, Sheila."

"The best," she boasted with a proud smile and a sharp wink just before spinning on her heel and lowering herself back to her seat.

Auntie Ashleigh chuckled, fixing her sister's cum splattered mouth with a sleazy smile as she licked her lips. She then looked to Auntie Kathleen, openly appraising her, but addressing me.

"Kitten, sit."

I sat.

"Kathleen, you look like you have something to say."

"I resent... this... and I- I won't... uhh-h..."

"Uh huh. Well, you can thank yourself for making it necessary."

"Auntie," I finally gathered the nerve to ask, "Wh- what'd you do to her?"

After a short, smiling pause, she replied, "You might call it my own version of the Vulcan neck pinch."

"Bu-! bullsshh-! shit!" Auntie haltingly charged.

Ignoring this, Auntie asked me, "Did you enjoy making up with your mother?"

I flushed, irresistibly glancing at Sheila and meeting her eyes.

"Hmm?"

"Yes, Auntie," I quietly admitted.

"Sheila?" Auntie Ashleigh prompted. "Much nicer than beating each other's pretty little heads off?"

"Yes," she said, allowing the slightest smile while still looking at me.

Looking back at me, Auntie said, "She's a very exciting woman, isn't she?"

I only grudgingly nodded, but she accepted this, turning her attention to Auntie Kathleen, asking, "Tell me, Kathy... did you miss her? All these years?"

"Don't c- call me Kathy." she scowled. "And no, I didn't miss her."

"Oh, come on. I know how close you two were and I find it hard to believe that you haven't missed her."

Whatever Auntie Ashleigh's Vulcan pinch did to her, it looked like it was wearing off. She worked at pulling her panties up her thighs, her face red in humiliation and resentment, refusing to even answer the question.

"Sheila, have you missed Kathleen?"

With a sad smile at her little sister, Sheila nodded her head. Anyone could tell she was one hundred percent sincere.

"Hmm?"

"Yes," she voiced.

"Tell us about it."

"Uh, well... You know, there were a lot of, um... nights."

"Elaborate," Ashleigh encouraged. "I think even she'd like to hear this, despite herself."

It seemed she was right. Sheila cleared her throat and elaborated as asked while Auntie Kathleen abandoned her efforts at her panties, just listening instead with an unreadable frown.

"In the beginning, right after I uh... ran away... I was so lonely without her, so lost. I was so used to her presence in my life, the one person that I knew I could trust and rely on, that losing her was like losing my right arm and half my senses. It was bad enough during the day, doing some of the things I had to do to get by on my own, but at least then my mind was busy with these things. But I'd be lying there at night with my worries... without my Kathy... jumping at every little sound and knowing there'd never be anybody I could ever trust like I trusted her. Obviously, I learned to get by, but I never got used to her absence and I never stopped missing her."




Sera Ch. 10



Sheila's voice had become thick and a single tear raced quickly down her cheek. Auntie Kathleen's features had softened and I could tell she was fighting an emotional reaction to Sheila's words, but she still refused to even look at her.

After a brief silence, Ashleigh quietly asked, "Any of that sound familiar, Kathleen?"

Her unexpected answer was to get out of the loveseat with a stagger and stiffly, hastily leave the room with her skirt still hiked, hopelessly tangled panties only pulled to the tops of her thighs. She didn't slam the door, but her exit left the rest of us strangely uncomfortable without her. When Ashleigh broke the silence, her words held regret rather than anger.

"Well, so much for our family meeting. Just when we were maybe starting to get somewhere, too."

Steven

I was left alone with Ashleigh after the meeting broke up. I looked at her, wondering what in hell she was thinking as I hitched my pants and she regarded me with a questioning expression, but stayed silent until I spoke.

"Are you fuckin' serious?"

"What?" she sighed.

"How do you think this helps anything?"

"Because what I say goes," she said.

I only stared at her, shaking my head again, but this time laughing as I said, "Do you forget who we're talking about here? You think your little stunt is going to make everything okay? She'll probably be mad at me because I let Sheila suck me!"

"Grow up," she toned.

"Grow up!? Did you see Kitten's eyes!? Huh!? Didn't I fuckin' tell you!?" I demanded, yelling now. "I've been trying to alert you to what's been going on, I told you about her and Mum, but you-!"

She held up her hand and I could tell it was a strained effort at respect, her expression telling me that her voiced alternative wouldn't have been so political. Once I stopped, containing my own anger as I tucked my shirt, she closed her eyes and tolerantly gave me her parting explanation, for what it was worth.

"Steven... I could explain it to you, tell you what to do. But what good would that be? It would defeat the purpose. If you can't figure it out yourself, then I'm afraid I've overestimated you."

It was unfathomable and I only stared as she rose and gracefully left the room.

Back in my apartment, it was time for another drink as my anger came to a sudden head. I went fuming to the kitchenette with an angry sneer at Mum's casual abuse and Ashleigh's inability to do anything about it.

"This is fucked."

"Maybe she really does know what she's doing," I replied hopefully.

"Yeah, sure. Forcing the issue with Sheila right in front of them? Just because she did whatever the hell she did to Mum doesn't mean she's gonna accept Sheila sucking our cock! How in hell does Ashleigh think that's gonna solve anything? It's crazy! She's not looking at this from an underwater point of view!"

After a time and another strong drink, I decided, "We have to go to Mum. If we don't, Ashleigh's hair-brained fixit scheme will wreak havoc between us."

"What!? Have you forgotten our recent punishment for hanging out with Sheila behind her back, followed by what just happened in the library? I think you should be a little bit more careful before running to Mummy's tender mercies."

"Look, she's already... punished us for hanging out with Sheila, and she won't do it again unless we get caught repeating the offense. As for what happened in the library, that was as far beyond our control as it was hers and she knows it."

"Let's say I'm stupid enough to think Mum's that predictable. Exactly what is it that you hope to accomplish by going to see her on the heels of our family meeting?"

"Somehow carrying through Ashleigh's fence mending initiative without making it look like we support it."

I replied to this with a short laugh, then, "Have you also forgotten about Kitten? Did you see her eyes in there? There's no longer any doubt, she's been kick-started and it had to have been Mum that did it because she's the Burchell who's having sex with her!"

"But, how do we know it was Mum that kick-started her?"

"Why would Ashleigh task us with softening the blow for Kitten where the Jedi thing is concerned, then kick-start her before I could? Why would she then continue to encourage me to warm up to Kitten, gradually introducing her to the truth when she's already initiated kitten anyway? It makes no sense!"

"Okay, so it was Mum. All the more reason to deal with her first."

"Deal with her?"

"That's right. Mum first, then Kitten. Look, the fact is that Ashleigh did task us with this shit, and we agreed. We're her agent."

"Are you kidding? Did you hear her in there before she left? We shouldn't do another fuckin thing until she comes across like she obviously could! If she wanted to!"

"Wrong."

"Wrong!?"

"Yes, wrong. This whole thing doesn't make sense somehow and it's time we shook some trees to see what'll fall out."

"You want to shake Mum's tree? Haaaa," I expressed without a shred of humour.

"We're going to do what's expected, just what Ashleigh wants, but in our own way. That's why we go to Mum first."

"Ashleigh said Kitten first."

"If you'd acted before now, we'd have that luxury."

"Yeah, great. Fuck off, alright? (Sigh!) Okay, so we go to Mum. What, dare I ask, is the go-to-her plan?"

"Shut up, you know I don't have one."

"And that's not the way we operate."

" ... That's not the way you operate."

Kitten

Gina wasn't at my place, was probably still waiting in her apartment, and I felt it was just as well. Mixing a drink, I went out to my balcony, rather than out into the halls to find the first cock I could get down my throat. Settling into the chair from the corridor, I put my drink down and gazed out over the property, a veritable paradise of flora.

Sitting there, the rising frustration of Ashleigh allowing for Stevie and Sheila was equaled only by my alarm over how much it turned me on to make out with her. Worse yet, beyond my fear of what disaster it would lead to, I couldn't get over how watching her suck his cock turned me on, not at all surprised to find that my panties were soaked after I returned to my apartment.

This too, I found odd. My horny was there as always, but different, almost as though I had an odd form of control. It was that subtle difference I felt after Auntie Ashleigh and I had that orgasm together.

These thoughts led me to recall what Auntie Ashleigh did to Auntie Kathleen and the temporary effect it had on her. It was almost as though she'd slipped her a micky. I remembered Gina telling me that my family gave her the creeps, the way she'd been acting and how badly she wanted to leave, and could then half understand why.

"There's something going on here," I thought aloud. "Something big. ... Something... weird."

Yes, weird. Stevie even hinted around at it, as had his mummy and even Auntie Ashleigh from the very day I'd arrived. Out on the balcony with my feet up and thinking back, I realized I should have seen it sooner. Gina did. Maybe I was too wrapped up? Wrapped up in the grandeur of Ashleigh's estate, the fact that I have this whole other side to my ancestry that I never would have guessed at? Was it that all of that blinded me to something between the lines? The fact that Sheila was there was really enough to do that alone, wasn't it? In fact, anybody who knows Sheila would immediately look at her as explanation for anything weird.

Of course, this didn't prove any complicity, but my rationale wanted to look at her anyway. I'd often heard from people back home of her ability to convince people to do almost anything, but what happened to Auntie Kathleen was done by Auntie Ashleigh, not Sheila. It was confusing and the overriding feeling that something weird was going on seemed laughable, yet... something had been going on since Gina and I had arrived.

The conversation I'd had with Stevie sprang to mind, the things he'd said about how all the Burchells have odd similarities to each other, the things he'd said about Marie, my late grandmother. I had the definite feeling at the time that there was more to what he was saying, more that he could have said.

And then there was Stevie himself. He wanted me, no question. I wanted him, no question. Even both my Aunties saw what was there and it was time I stopped kidding myself. Especially where he and Sheila were concerned was it time to stop kidding myself, and that meant...

I erupted from my chair, suddenly quite disturbed at what that meant, what I finally admitted to knowing. With a panic attack coming on, I carried my glass back into the apartment at a quick walk, repeatedly inhaling sharply and whooshing it out again. Pacing, I kept this up, taking a gulp of the good stuff as my heart fluttered madly and my tummy started to cramp. Longing for Daddy's arms around me made it worse, and it was only by quite an effort that I managed to bring myself under control.

"Okay!" I hissed, my eyes darting around the living room. (My living room) "No problem! ... No problem. Have to... uhhh..."

I took another drink, observing the room in more detail. Mr. Sparkles, all sleepy-eyed and obviously just waking up, emerged from my bedroom, double-timing it to my feet when he saw me. I felt the slow return of calm as I continued to look around, feeling the rest of the house and property beyond the walls of my apartment. For the second time, I seriously considered the reality of making this the home Auntie Ashleigh wanted it to be for me. This contemplation was no longer fueled by fancy, rather a new feeling, almost a certainty, that it would eventually come to that. I had to have Stevie.

I fed Mr. Sparkles and finished off my drink so I could mix myself another before returning to the balcony. Sitting back in my chair, I stared at the horizon and took a sip.

"I could go home... I could just pack our bags, grab Gina, go home and forget all about him and this place."

"No," I replied with a resigned strength, that difference that was there within me since Auntie Ashleigh and I had had that wonderful orgasm together. "Things have already gone far beyond that. Things went far beyond that the minute you walked through Auntie Ashleigh's front door. You know it. I know it."

It was upsetting, what I'd said, but it came with a new confidence that I never had back home. It served to offset my fears as I vacantly stared at the top of the trees, intentionally blurring my eyes at their contrast to the gathering clouds in the sky.

When I awoke, I couldn't remember even going to sleep. The clock by the bed (my bed) told me it was twenty minutes to six and I immediately thought of Gina. I was supposed to talk to her, had promised I would. Did I drink myself unconscious? It didn't seem likely since I never did that, but I had been drinking a lot more than usual lately. Rolling over with an effort, the sudden memory of making out with Sheila that morning returned to my mind, and the first thing I felt was a tingle from miffy.

"Oh my god." I further recalled with hushed tone, remembering Sheila sucking my Stevie's juicy looking cock.

I was soon quite awake with the reality of these events setting in, my painfully sober mind railing even as damned miffy tingled again. For the good of my sanity, I got out of bed, still fully clothed, and went to get a drink, again remembering Gina with a guilty groan.

The drink turned out to be a slug straight from the bottle, then a second before I abandoned it, hoping Gina would still be in her apartment as I headed for the door. Outside my apartment, the corridor was empty as I pushed her doorbell, but she didn't answer. Trying the knob, I found it unlocked, so I went inside and right away heard the explanation for the doorbell's failure.

She was taking a shower with the stereo turned up, blissfully singing along to I Touch Myself, by the Divinyls. She wasn't a bad singer and her voice was all the better in the shower. Smiling, I slowly walked to the doorway while I listened, watching her gauzy form behind the steamed, frosted glass of the stall.

"Hi, smutty," I greeted when the song was over.

She started at the sound of my voice.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," she assured with some embarrassment in her tone. "How long were you standing there?"

"Not that long. Don't worry, you know I've always loved your singing."

"More than I do."

"Yeah. Hey, sorry about earlier. I kind of flaked out."

"I know. I was over a few hours ago to see if you got back, and you were passed out in your chair."

" ... I was?"

"You looked so peaceful, so I left you and came back here."

"In my chair?"

"Out on the balcony."

I didn't reply, again silently asking myself if I'd really had that much booze.

"How'd the family meeting go?" Gina asked, cutting the spray of hot water. "What was it about, if it's okay to ask?"

As her singing suggested, she seemed in a good mood, but there was also that note of care that people have when all may not be well between them and a loved one. At the moment, I shared it and for much better reason.

"Uhh... mostly about what went on last night. Auntie Ashleigh was pissed off."

"So am I. Did Sheila get in trouble?" she asked, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a large bath towel, looking at me a little funny.

" ... Look, I really meant it when I told you I was sorry about how I treated you."

"I know," she said with a slow and slightly relieved smile.

"And I'm sorry if you've felt out of the loop lately. I don't mean to sideline you and I hope you don't think that's what I'm doing."

"No... I understand that you don't want me up your ass, but I sometimes feel... alone here. Without you."

"Um... you know that everyone here likes you, right?"

"Yes."

"Especially Auntie Kathleen."

"Yes," she agreed again, the tiniest smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she dried herself.

"And I know you like her. Gina, I'm sure every member of my family would gladly include you in any activity."

"As long as that activity doesn't involve some clandestine, Burchell family business," she said, looking at me a little funny again.

She didn't say it with any malicious intent and I could only smile back, feeling guilty about how she was still in my way.

Her odd glances persisted into her bedroom where, I couldn't help but notice, her suitcase had moved to. I surreptitiously looked into her full length dressing mirror to see what the problem was, and saw right away.

"Omg," I said to the mess looking back at me. My wrinkled blouse was untucked and buttoned crookedly halfway up, one bare breast almost totally visible. My bra was gone and the fly of my dress pants was down without panties beneath. My makeup was mostly wore off, what was left smeared as hopelessly as my tangled mess of mousy brown hair.

"I, uh, didn't want to say anything," she said with a smile in her voice.

"Omg," I repeated. "Uhh. Okay, I'm gonna run next door and, um..."

" ... Do something with yourself?"

I whipped my head around at that and found her to be actually laughing. She was trying to be quiet about it with one hand shielding her expression, her nice, knee length business skirt held in her other.

"Gina!"

She laughed even harder, managing, "I'm sorry, but I'm looking at you and thinking, what the fuck!?"

And then we were both trying not to pee ourselves laughing.



Sera Ch. 11



Steven

I'd spent the day personalizing the computer in my apartment, running through the business programs and getting them set up. In the background, I had CNN on one monitor with continuous market coverage on another. I was trying to catch up with what had been going on in the world, if only to take my mind off things for a while as I drank, sometimes blasting some tunes.

Nobody rang, not even servants, to disturb my peace and, by about seven o'clock, my parasite was large and in charge, downing a beer moments before his exit to do what he'd set himself to do.

Despite my worry, there was a strange calm as well, a casualness born of reckless confidence as I stepped outside my door. Taking a brief glance both ways, I started down the corridor, dropping my keys into the pocket of my light grey dress pants while smoothing my freshly combed hair, still wet and slicked back. This was a new style for me but, while creating the sharp part to one side in the mirror a little earlier on, I never thought much about it beyond its efficiency and neat look. My white shirt was buttoned up far enough to allow for a loosely collared, narrow black tie, another first for me and just as naturally accidental as how I did my hair. At the moment, however, the only thing I could think about was my current course of action.

I knocked three times on Mum's door and stood back to wait. I was running the tip of my tongue over my teeth, testing the job I'd done earlier with brush and toothpaste when she answered.

She looked somehow lost, but after a short pause, "Come in."

Her apartment was cool and airy, the large, sliding glass balcony doors opened up to the overcast early evening. She seemed completely over whatever it was that Ashleigh had done to her and I wondered how she'd spent her day.

"Drink?" she quietly asked, her eyes averted.

"Yes, please."

I sat and waited, watching her movements. She'd changed into a rather conservative, royal blue business dress with appropriate black heels. It buttoned up quite far and flared out at her hips just a little to fall almost to her knees. The short sleeves added character, especially with the short sleeved, white blouse underneath that was buttoned up to her neck. This choice of attire looked very good on her.

"How was your day?" she asked with a neutral tone.

"It was alright. Actually, I was wondering how you were. After what Ashleigh did, I mean."

" ... I'm okay."

"Yeah. Uh... I figured we should talk."

Her smile was as neutral as her tone, but I was glad to see it as she returned with our drinks. Every little bit would help. She settled in beside me, neither one of us quite comfortable with the other, but allowing the business between us to overcome that barrier.

She said, "Look... I can see how you'd get carried away in the library and allow what happened with Sheila. As you saw, I... masturbated... to it. But I hope you know that... I'm your mother and that counts above what Ash says, even above her little tricks to get her way. You get that, right?"

I declined answer, looking down at her lap.

"Right?"

"Mum... have you spoken to Sheila yet?"

" ... Oh boy. They've gotten to you."

"Nobody's gotten to me, I'm just asking if you even bothered to get her side."

"Hon, I know her side. I told you all about her side, and I can pretty safely guarantee that nobody else on this planet could better tell you about her side."

"You did miss her, you told me. She misses you, too. She wasn't kidding about what she said this morning, she's told me much the same th-"

"I know exactly what the little whore's told you and everything you told her," Mum leveled, now comfortable enough to bring up just how she'd acquired that information.

" ... Yeah... Look, I'm just saying that maybe you should give her a chance, alright?"

She was looking closer, bolder in her dissatisfaction and was now seeing who she was dealing with. After some hesitation, she came on from a different angle.

"She's not like us, Son. Not at all. I know you see the difference."

"What's your point?"

"She can't be trusted!"

"Don't go thinking our family pet hasn't pissed all over Sheila's leg too, Mum. I'm pretty confident about trusting her where that's concerned."

"You're letting her come between us."

"Never mind, then," I said, getting up from the couch and strolling aimlessly across the floor with my drink, my other hand shoved carelessly into my pocket.

"What do you mean, 'never mind'?" she demanded, put out with my dismissal, but still careful of her other son.

"All I asked is whether or not it might not be wise to give her a chance to talk to you."

"Well, it wouldn't be wise," she tightly ascertained.

"Okay, never mind then. That's that."

I made my way to her kitchenette and grabbed some ice for my drink, even though I like it without. Meanwhile, I could feel her eyes on my back as she silently wrestled with herself over how to handle me.

Finally, she decided on, "Don't think I don't know Ash is all over you about influencing me."

"You're right, she is," I agreed with a light tone. "Like I said, she loves you."

"Oh, puh-lease.

"Why wouldn't she?"

"Let's just cut through all the crap here," she suggested. "The reason we're having this conversation is because you want to philander with Sheila. Isn't that about it?"

"That's beside the point."

"That's exactly the point. The one you can't seem to get. Did I not make it clearly enough the last time, sweetie pie?"

 

Kitten

Things were really good between Gina and I after the ice was broken. We still had to talk, but we were each very relaxed with the other while I was getting myself together, again wondering what had happened to the day.

Our spirits were still good during a late supper in the kitchen. We talked while we sat at the island on the tall stools there, me knowing this to be one of Stevie's haunts and wondering if he'd drop by.

"So, it must've been one hell of a family meeting," she teased.

I frowned before I could stop myself, but replied, "Yeah, it's... complicated."

"Nothing you can talk about?"

" ... Auntie Ashleigh says it's okay for Stevie to be friends with Sheila," I gave her, leaving it at that for fear of where more information would naturally lead.

"Well... people do have the right to pick their own friends. Hell, I've seen them together, too."

"You have?"

She nodded, adding, "If you'll remember, Peggy didn't think much of me the first time we met."

"Smutty, this is Sheila we're talking about."

"But it's got nothing to do with Sheila, either. It's got to do with Steven and his right to run his life the way he wants."

I said nothing to this, instead letting her continue while wishing I could get the same consideration from her and Daddy.

"I mean, if he was a kid, that'd be different, but he's eighteen and, if he can't make his own way with people by now, he's fucked."

"Sheila isn't regular people."

"I had a few words with her. She's very standoffish and flippant. I find all the stories about her charm a little hard to believe."

"That's because you know all about her and she knows it. She doesn't bother trying to work you because she knows it won't get her anywhere."

"Doesn't Steven also know all about her?"

"That's different."

"Why?"

"He's a man."

"Heh. Okay, I'll give you that in some measure, but I think there's more to it than that."

"What do you mean? What more than that could there be? He's been sucked in like all men who come across her field of vision."

"What if he's just like her? Birds of a feather..."

"No."

"You don't even know him."

"You'd be surprised."

" ... Okay. Slutty, have you two done anything together?"

"What? Me and Stevie?"

"Yes, you and Stevie."

"No," I said honestly.

"Okay, because the last time we spoke, you mentioned a very strong attraction to him, and I've been wondering how you've been doing with that."

"Well, I actually try to stay away from him."

"That's a pretty wise idea," she annoyingly encouraged.

"I did go hang out with him once. Cause I had to. Had to see what he was like, y'know."

"Uh huh. So, what was he like?"

"Nice. I'm curious."

I regretted that choice of words the moment they were out of my mouth, but Gina never so much as blinked, replying without hesitation.

"He actually does seem to be a nice person."

"You said he was weird," I reminded her with a smile.

"That, too."

We accepted our plates and gratefully thanked Jefferies before digging in. It was nice, the Chinese stir-fry, the low radio that played the greatest hits of the seventies, the sound of Jeffries as he went about cleaning up. It was almost like the old days.

Over a desert of banana cream pie, Gina asked, "So how does Kathleen feel about Ashleigh's decree?"

"Not very good, I wouldn't think."

"She must have said something about it."

"She tried."

" ... Like I said, it must have been quite a meeting. No wonder you drank so much when you got home."

"Yeah."

"I mean, I've never seen you drink like that."

"I usually don't," I replied, again wondering what in hell happened between the balcony and my bed the night before.

"You do drink more than you used to, though. Especially since we got here."

"I've got stuff on my mind."

"Steven," she easily assumed.

"Yeah."

"Slutty, you know it's really nothing to worry about, right?"

I looked at her with a questioning expression as I cleaned up the last of my pie.

"Well, it's not like you can have him. At the end of the day, we're going home to Mum and Dad, to our own lives. Sheila, Kathleen, Ashleigh and even Steven will have to get along one way or another without you. Right?"

" ... Yeah. Yeah, I know."

"So, don't sweat it. Just try to enjoy yourself while we're here, get to know your relatives and don't get drawn into Sheila's little dramas. That's my advice."

Watching her try to pick up piecrust with her fork, I noted how I didn't actually ask for her advice, but asked then, "So, what did happen with you and Lynette, anyway?"

 

Steven

I dropped the ice into my glass and froze at Mum's comment, staring at it as her refrigerator door shut on its own. My eyes closed at the sudden memory of how she'd scared me, how she'd made me wet myself. I returned to the couch without looking at her until I settled beside her again, neither of us even noting how my drink was still on her kitchenette counter. Raising my eyes to her face, I took in her triumphant expression as she spoke again.

"That's right, Son. Never forget who's in charge. Your father did, and look where it got him."

"Is that a threat?"

Instead of answering, she only shot me a mysterious smirk as she took a dainty sip of her glass.

Instead of standing for that, I slapped her in the side of the head so fast and hard that her glass went flying from her fingers and across the room. She was barely able to maintain her balance to avoid being knocked to the floor in front of the couch and, when she looked at me, she was as truly amazed as she was livid.

"You don't fuckin' threaten me, woman," I warned in a voice lower and more dangerous than I knew I possessed. "And it won't be so easy for you to pull another stunt like that. If you try it again, I won't waste time making threats."

Her jaw hung at my nightmarish audacity. I looked her right between the eyes, an old salesman's trick that my father had taught me, and left the ball in her court. She picked it up and verbally assaulted me with it.

"Youuu little shit!" she actually swore as she gingerly touched the side of her face, screaming in mine afterward, "I'll turn you inside out, Sweetie pie!!"

"You won't even make it out your fuckin' door," I told her.

She knew I was serious as I said it. I may not have been looking at her eyes, but she was looking at mine and she knew I'd had enough. Erupting from her seat, she sprinted for the door of her own apartment in defiance of my claim. I have to give her credit for actually making it to her foyer before I crashed into her from behind, driving her into its closed door with a grunt before she had a chance to touch the knob. Grabbing her by the back of her dress, I wrenched her away from her only avenue of escape and flung her back inside the room to the sounds of tearing seams. She landed on the floor, but was already in the middle of getting up as I slowly advanced.

"How dare youuuuu!!" she raged as my dick woke up.

She took a breath to savagely scream something else at me, but all she got out was a high pitched yelp as I rushed her. Again, I have to give her credit here because, after we both crashed to the floor, she fought tooth and nail.

As she screamed bloody murder, I caught a few punches to the head and a partially successful knee to the balls that shook me off her. I managed to regain my feet first and, before she could get to hers, I grabbed the front of her dress by the collar and yanked her off balance. I began dragging her across the carpet on her knees and I could almost see the personal humiliation in her struggles as she kicked and screamed all the way to her bedroom. The buttons at the top of her dress had all popped, her stark white blouse still holding her big, bouncing tits. She dug her nails into my forearm, spat at me in fury and called me names I'd never heard used before.

Actually getting her on the bed was another matter. She almost slapped my face off until I got hold of her, determined not to use my Jujitsu so she'd have a sporting chance. Making a grab for her shoulder, I managed a handful of her blouse before she was suddenly out of my hands and running for the door, leaving a good portion of her blouse there. I caught up, but had to pry her fingers from the doorframe while she bit the back of my upper arm, making me holler in pain.

I managed to get her off the doorframe, but she wouldn't stop biting and that really hurt a whole lot more than just a little. I had to pull her hair, both of us with our bodies clenched still, screaming in ever worsening pain until Mum finally let go.

She gave me a hard punch right to the face, her tits barely contained by her little dark blue bra, demanding in a high, wavering tone, "What the fuck is wrong wi-!?"

(SLAP!!)

That one sent her reeling and barely able to keep her balance as I moved in, totally hard for her and tackling her again, knocking her backwards to her mattress with me ending up on top of her, and not by accident. From there, it wasn't as though she didn't fight as hard, but more how her tactics changed from offensive to defensive as I tore the front of her dress further down, right to the hem and open to see her dark blue panties, garter belt and straps.

Even thoughts of Kitten had been completely banished by the work I had ahead of me: The domination of my beautiful, bitchy, tapped out and almost helplessly exhausted mother. As she panted through ever weaker resistance, it was relatively easy to strip one of her white stockings from her leg, pin her with my body weight and tie her hands to the thick post at the top of the headboard.

"Nu- Nooo! (Gasp) What are you-!?"

After this was accomplished, I stood aside and caught my breath, watching her renewed struggles and suddenly wondering if she hadn't been role playing all this time.

""What are you gonna do!?" She shrilled, huddled next to the bed head.

"What do you think?" Spread your legs, or I'll have to tie them too."

"Go fuck yourself! You rotten little bastaaard!"

"Your sister's right, you are a mouthy little bitch. Why don't you do us both a great big fuckin' favour and learn to take your place? Okay? I mean, all you gotta do is just shut the fuck up and take it, alright?"

Her lower lip trembled with anger and, for all appearances, it was real. And in the time it takes to see the love in a person's eyes, I had a feeling, maybe even an instinct, but it was there and acted on in the same instant. Like a crazed fool, I boldly looked her right in the eyes and... no Jedi spell.

When I was naked, Mum watching every moment of the removal of my clothes, she only offered token resistance when I tore her dress the rest of the way off, though she glared hatefully at me the whole time.

"Don't look at me like that, Mum. You wanna be a slut, than act like one. And didn't I tell you to spread your god-dam legs!!?" I finished with a shout that startled her.

"Didn't I tell you to go fuck yourself?" she spat in shrill reply and with genuine concern in her eyes.

I rolled mine while I advanced on her, slapping her face again, then her ass in those French cut, blue panties.

Round two: She'd had a chance to recover like I had and, hands secured or no, she put up quite a fight before I could get close enough to flip her on her back, but this only gave her a solid base from which to kick out at me from and I took a heel to the thigh. I grabbed her feet, one after the other and pried her legs apart, she fighting as hard as she could without her hands, and I couldn't wait to get inside her for it. I watched her tits jiggle and jerk with a hungry grin as I grabbed her pussy through her panties, watching in satisfaction when she jerked her pelvis into my hand by reflex.

"I love your body," I almost drooled with a panting leer as I forced my way between her thighs.

"Get off meeee!!" she shrilled, twisting left and right but simmered down by another hard slap to her face from my hand.

I growled when I grabbed her tits and felt her erect nipples through her bra. Squeezing them for a moment, I wasted little time before tearing it off by the shoulder straps. Using my knee, I braced her thighs open and tore her panties off next before taking up the position.

"You little fucker!" she seethed in my face with full, twisted lips. How dare you slap Mummy!"

The head of my cock found her pussy soaking wet as I ground against her, our faces now inches apart. Her anger took a hard hit when I felt the ridge of my head pass her clitoris. She jerked again, her back arching under me while her face flickered as though she'd received a mild electrical shock. I drew my length back down between her lips and probed her opening, hearing her gasp under me when it caught there.

"Fuck you, Mummy," I said, pushing myself in hard.

"Awww-! Ahhhh!!! Uhhh! Uhhh-hhg!"

Oh god, it was so good. I loved it, especially the way I took it from her. Without even warming her up, I just set to banging her with no regard, using her like the slut she liked to be, and what was left of her pathetic struggles ceased pretty quick. She instead lay there and let me have my way with her as she cried out in seeming dismay, still keeping me on the fence as to how she really felt about this treatment of her. She always did have her subtle and fucked up ways of teasing, and one could never tell for sure.

She came within thirty seconds, and what an orgasm. All she could do with her hands tied above her head was shriek desperately as her body rocked and rolled underneath mine. She was fantastic, and the sight of her just then will stick in my perverted memory forever.

I kept on banging her, as consumed by the moment, helpless in the face of my own passions as she was. Her magnificent breasts, now free of their bra, jiggled crazily back and forth while her eyes implored and blamed me at the same time. We again found eye contact and held it until I came with hoarse yells and the feel of her canal tightening around me in her own simultaneous orgasm. The breezing rush in my ears as we were once again taken away on the wind was the perfect auditory sensation to filling my mum's pussy with my jism




Sera Ch. 11



 

 

Kitten

Obviously, Gina wasn't prepared for the question. I could tell by the way she dropped her piecrust and stared at me. After about fifteen seconds, it became clear that she wasn't going to answer at all, but only stare accusingly into my eyes, so I spoke again.

"I'm sorry, I know it bothers you, but it was really no big deal. Just a strip show. Hell, we've performed them ourselves, you thousands of times."

"I cheated," she accused herself in a factual tone.

"That depends on what you did. All I saw was some kissing and grabbing. You said something about somebody watching, but you didn't say what he watched you doing."

"No..."

She was acting a bit strange, almost as though she'd forgotten all about her romp with Lynette as a repressed memory, or maybe because she was offended at how I'd brought it up.

"Gina, I can see you're upset and that's why I'm asking what happened. You know I won't think any less of you no matter what you say."

"You'd never think any less of me." She agreed.

"And you know you trust me."

"I know I can trust you, slutty," she confirmed.

"So, relax and tell me what happened," I laughed.

And she did, she actually saw the light. The change in her attitude was marked enough for me to suspect that she was mocking me.

"Well..." she began, taking the piecrust from her plate in her fingers with a thin, tolerant smile, "Like you probably saw, she kissed me. Then I was up on the table with her and her hands were down my pants, inside my blouse. She was kissing my neck and nibbling on my ears and, before I knew it, I was bare chested. That's when some guy, a groundskeeper I think, started watching. I think he was on his way into the back of the house and got distracted by the show, so there he was, staring at my boobs while I could only stare at him."

"Why could you only stare?"

"Well, it started so nice. I mean, Lynette is an attractive woman like the rest of the staff, and to have... well, it was only kissing and it felt so good. Then, everything else she did felt so good too, and I couldn't stop what she was doing in my pants... I really can't explain it."

"Sounds like you were just horny and enjoying yourself to me," I said, getting down from the tall stool. "Did you get off?"

"Oh, yes," she assured, finished with the piecrust and getting to her feet with me. "He watched me."

"You keep coming back to that," I teased.

"Yeah."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"No surprise."

"Because of my last career?" she guessed.

"Yeah."

"That was a bit different. I've never had a stranger watch while I had sex with another stranger."

"So... it turned you on," I assumed.

"Yes. I actually feel as guilty about that as what I did."

"Oh, smutty. You're not guilty of anything."

"I'm not guilty of anything" she facetiously repeated.

"Well, you're not, and there's nothing wrong with letting people watch you do filthy things."

"No, nothing wrong with that at all."

"I mean it," I said, speaking seriously as I led her out of the kitchen. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of. If anything, you need to loosen up."

She nodded at this, actually looking as though she were considering it.

"And start dressing a little lighter. Geez, smutty, this is the first overcast day since we've been here and it's still warm. How do you stand it all the time?"

"I thought it was time I grew up," she explained rather simply.

"Well, don't you know how hot it is?" I stupidly asked.

"Yes, The Weather Network says a heat wave is on the way. This stuff clears out tomorrow afternoon, then it's sun and high temperatures."

"How long?"

"At least a week by their projections."

"There ya have it. So, there's nothing wrong with dressing down for comfort in this heat, is there?"

"No, nothing wrong with that."

"You should see how Auntie Kathleen runs around sometimes."

"I like her."

"I know. She told me she saw you checking her out."

"What?" she quickly asked.

I expected a stronger reaction than the one I got, but wasn't complaining. She was obviously distracted, re-evaluating the incident with Lynette and I felt lucky in being able to swing that much.

"Auntie's very observant."

"So, what did she say?"

"She takes it as a high compliment from you."

She smiled briefly, asking, "Why am I not surprised?"

"You're beautiful, Gina. Why would you be surprised?"

Her smile returned as we reached the foot of the staircase, and she asked with a carefree tone, "Where are we going, anyway?"

"The library. I wanna show you something."

 

Steven

I was at first confused about where and what I was. A moment before, I was blanketing myself over a crop, tickled by the grassy tips that rippled almost like water in the breeze. Coming back to a much more familiar world, I had to reaffirm my corporeal identity and who it was beneath me.

"I... Ohh-h." she moaned softly.

I didn't know what to do as I clutched her, her legs wrapped around the small of my back and holding as tight to me as I was to her. The dream was so vivid that time, but still fading as I came further to my senses. Slowly, we relaxed into one another without a need to talk about what happened or to wonder aloud, only to hold one another.

For a few minutes.

She watched me getting dressed while she lay spread legged and used in her garter belt, hands still tied above her head. Neither of us had said anything and, since I'd pretty much made my point, I felt it was time to go. I don't think she gave any more of a thought to her bonds than I did, but she called out as though to assure me when I moved for the door.

"I love you...!"

" ... We're okay, Mum."

I'd stopped to say it, even looking at her when I did, thinking she deserved that much before I walked out.

Outside her door, I casually glanced around again, smoothed my hair back and got under way. It was as though I felt nothing, my calm expression and purposeful gait feeling unaccounted for as I moved down the corridor, one hand in my pocket and without any idea of where I was going, but knowing that it would be somewhere useful.

It turned out to be the pool.

I stopped at the edge of the concrete deck in the gray twilight. Thick fog had rolled in and I watched the breeze push it slowly across the water's surface without causing a ripple. It made the world seem black and white, the beautiful garden now a mysterious and foreboding wood. There were three loungers out with towels covering them, and I forced myself into the pool area, walking closer to them while glancing up at the house. At that hour, the outside lights hadn't yet come on and, in the thickening fog, nobody would see me until they did, so I only had a short interval of time.

Still, I hesitated, eying the water's surface from the safety of the loungers, actually pacing a couple times with both hands in my pockets before coming to a wooden stop. Eyes straight ahead, I mechanically stripped bare, leaving my clothes in an untidy heap beside me. After a short pause, I turned to face the pool, then walked to the edge where I stopped, toes hanging over and looking down through ten feet of water, seeing Mum's face with those damned eyes.

I backed away, lips suddenly compressed. Turning, I started walking back to the loungers, breathing heartily by the time I got there. I turned again and burst into a dead run at the water with an angry shout, a challenge to all that stood against me as my arms and legs pumped like mad. Flying through the air and over the water, that instant without gravity above the silvery gray surface beneath me seemed to stretch out, yet I was attacking the water the second I touched it.

I dropped into my training attitude, the person I was when competing in the pool and with Jim Wall, my sadistic Jujitsu instructor. He used to call it 'animal mode'. I hadn't even trained since that spring, but had a stopwatch been present at the time, I'm sure I'd have trimmed my own personal best. After four laps, I erupted from the water, on my feet in less than a second to walk confidently back to the loungers. It didn't matter if anybody saw me anymore and I took my time drying myself off and getting dressed afterward.

"Right," I sighed as I pulled my dress pants up. "That's that for Mum. Now for Kitten."

"You didn't even mention Kitten to Mum," I pointed out.

"Well, things didn't go that way, did they? Gimmie a break, it's more than you ever could have done."

"Shut up. And don't be so cavalier where Kitten's concerned. She's a big fuckin' question mark and I got a feeling that control could be a real illusion where she's concerned."

"That's 'cause we love her."

"Oh, God help us."

"God? You had your chance at him back with Pastor Marx."

"You don't understand. As Ashleigh's agent, we necessarily have to seduce Kitten. Meanwhile, there's Mum and however she'll fit into it, plus Kitten's boyfriend back in... where?"

"Langley. I get a feeling Mum won't be quite such a problem for us anymore and, as for this boyfriend, he might just be something Kitten's made up to cover her lesbo thing with Gina."

"Then, what about Gina?"

"What about her?"

"I don't want to see her get hurt."

"You saw Kitten during the family meeting," I reminded while I began buttoning my shirt from the bottom up. "And you remember how we found Gina last night; we had to put her right again. For all we know, that's why Kitten punched us in the gut."

"Geez... I never thought of that."

"Well, I notice you don't think of much while you're running around fretting about everything going to hell in a handcart. You actually do even less. Don't you remember what Mum told us about how people get things done and how only nothing ever happens by itself?"

"Like Merle Cunningham's railing giving way?"

"Fuck off. The point is that Gina was hurt the minute she and Kitten walked through Aunt Ashleigh's front door. I'll do what I can, but the longer she stays, the worse things will be for her, and it's probably already too late anyway. Beyond that... Gina doesn't matter anyway. Not at the end of the day."

"Why?"

"Because Gina isn't a Burchell and Kitten... is supposed to have our babies."

"Omigod, omigod, omigod, omigod..."

"Yeah, well she believes it, doesn't she? That's not going to go away now that she's been kick-started," I predicted while I tucked my shirt.

"I really think we should gain more information from Mum before moving on Kitten."

"Why?"

"Because those two are having an affair and Mum can tell us what we're dealing with before we get serious with Kitten."

" ... No. No, we keep playing the part Ashleigh would have us play. We'll shake a few trees. I mean, if Mum did kick-start Kitten, ask yourself why Ashleigh isn't particularly upset about it. It's like I told you; something's not right."

"Shit! Why didn't you ask Mum about Kitten when you had the chance?"

"Gimmie a break, will ya? Things don't always go as planned and, like I said, I think Mum's gonna be easier to deal with from here on. I don't know about you, but I'm not complaining about that tradeoff."

I glanced at the water, the liquid ground I'd retaken to complete the victory over my mother as I left the pool area. My casual ease now had a real and full confidence behind it, but my parasite's next task made it hard to linger on that triumph for very long.

 

Kitten

"Yes, I've played lots of times, but I'm no expert," Gina said with an easy smile.

"Good, that way I have a chance against you," I answered as I reached for a couple of cues. "I just learned."

"Oh?"

"Auntie Kathleen taught me."

"Cool."

I passed her one and she asked if I might like to break. Accepting this consideration, I went ahead and scattered the multicoloured spheres around the table with no results.

"What did you mean when you said my family gives you the creeps?"

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, sweetie pie," I quickly assured with a smile, "I'm only curious about your observations. You know I value your opinion."

"Yes. I know you do."

"Okay... So, (ahem) how do they give you the creeps?" I had to ask again.

"Well, maybe 'the creeps' is a bit strong. ... It's just... you're all so different from anybody else I've ever met."

"In what way?"

" ... Intense. Steven really has it, but so does Ashleigh and Kathleen. You have it too, but more so lately."

She took an easy shot and found some victory in the far corner pocket, straightening up to scan for another shot while I asked more of her.

"What about Sheila?"

"No. She's different."

"How?"

"I don't know. She makes me think of the dingo that ate the baby."

I smiled at this, watching her bum in that slim, black skirt as she leaned over the table. Her conservative green blouse was almost the same shade as the table's felt and she looked excitingly out of place as she lined up her shot. She missed and it was my turn, both to shoot and to talk.

"Um... do any of them make you horny?"

"You do."

"(Giggle) Smutty, I don't mean me. Do any other members of my family make you horny? When you're around them, I mean."

She watched me miss another shot before replying, "I'm attracted to all of you, even Sheila."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yes," she easily replied.

Originally, I wanted to use this talk to put a different spin on what happened with she and Lynette, hoping that she in turn would be more forgiving of any actions of mine that she'd eventually find out about. I wasn't prepared for just how open minded she'd be, for how successfully I'd been pushing without her questioning my motives, but I was perfectly willing to see how far I could take it.

"Any favourites?" I laughed.

"Kathleen," she answered with a smile as the 3 ball dropped into the side pocket.

"No big surprise there, either. Is it her boobies?"

"She has this overall presence like you all do."

"Do you think about doing stuff with her?"

"Yes, I have," she admitted with a smile.

"It's okay, smutty. I think about doing stuff with her too. She's hot."

"Yeah," she agreed, lining up for another shot.

"What if she, like... came on to you or something? What would you do?"

"I don't know."

"Would you like it?"

She took her shot, but missed, straightening again to fix me with a grin, replying, "Yeah. I would. Your shot."

I circled the table, looking for opportunity like Auntie taught me, and I soon found one.

"So, you'd just let her do whatever she wanted?"

She hesitated in her reply, maybe only to not distract me as I took my shot. She watched my success at the corner pocket, then watched the cue ball reverse backwards down the table to set me up for another easy shot.

"I don't know," Gina finally replied, impressed with my maneuver but not showing it beyond her facial expression. "She has this way like you do. I always saw it in you, right from that first second I laid eyes on you in front of the sex boutique that day. She has it too and... how it would be to experience it with her... interests me."

"So, basically, you'd like to have sex with her."

"Yes."

"Wow. Um, how about your little kink?" I asked. "The incest thing? Do you imagine me and... one of my family members?"

She was looking at my body as I spread my feet for my next shot, stooping over in my snug, black dress pants. The backless, glittery silver nightclub top I wore tied just under my boobies and around my neck. A casual little black blazer made the short top look daringly respectable, the entire outfit chosen to please Gina without succumbing to her style myself. I made the shot and she answered me.

"I like to imagine you and Steven together. I'd like to see his cock in your mouth... and your pussy. And I'd like to see Kathleen and Sheila together."

" ... Gina! (Giggle)"

Her smile was large, sheepish and totally awesome. The mental image of Auntie Kathleen and Sheila she'd created in my mind actually turned me on as much as the thought of my Stevie's cock inside miffy, where it belonged.

I was lining up my next shot when one of the staff entered. I'd seen him around before, a rather large man of at least six feet four, the rest of his body in proportion with his impressive height. He looked to be in his mid fifties, possibly early sixties, but he looked great. His face was full of the kind of character you might find in the features of a retired thug.

"Oh, Ms. Burchell," he greeted politely. "I thought I heard voices. Would you or Ms. Green like anything?"

"Um, I'd like a drink, please," I told him. "Double vodka with ice. Gina?"

"Huh?"

"Would you like a drink?" I clarified.

"No thanks."

He nodded to me, his eyes closing in submission as he held this pose for a half second, then turned to go about my errand.

"Notice how they call you Ms. Burchell?" she asked as I looked at the table again.

"I didn't at first. I can only assume that Auntie Ashleigh instructed them to refer to me that way. ... Smutty, what do you think of her, really?"

I took the shot and made it, three in a row, but my options on the table looked to be getting smaller as Gina replied.

"I think she's rich, powerful, smart, eccentric and used to getting her way."

" ... Uh huh."

"And I think she's trying to lure you away from me, from your home back in Langley."

" ... Oh."

"Yup," she confirmed as simply as she'd stated her suspicion, but she wasn't quite finished.

"And I have to wonder how she maintains a sexual playground without the outside world ever getting wind of it."

"Um, do you like Ashleigh?"

"Yes."

I missed the next shot as I thought carefully about my next question, finally deciding on, "Do you trust her?"

"As long as I stay out of the water."

"Huh? What's that mean?"

" ... I'd trust her to advise me where her own interests didn't come into play."

"Well, that can be said about anybody. Your shot."

She shrugged, looking me up and down again before doing the same with the situation on the table. She spotted the opportunity I knew she would, but missed.

"Shit."

"Bad luck, smutty."

"Bad luck. Your go."

She'd changed the outlook for me, providing a fair opportunity with a combination shot that I was feeling big enough to try as I inquired further of her viewpoints.

"Besides what you've said about our intensity and stuff, have you seen anything you'd consider... weird? While you've been here?"

"Weird?"

"Yeah, weird," I confirmed, actually making the shot right after.

"Uhh... like what?"

"I don't know. Anything."

"Just how you look so much like Sheila."

"Yeah," I agreed, thinking again of the things Stevie had told me concerning Burchell family likenesses.

I missed the next shot and, while Gina circled the table, I again marveled at her very frank attitude as I watched her. She made the shot, one that looked pretty tricky to me, but then missed her next.

"Back off on your collar, smutty," I lightly advised while resting the side of my knee on the table's edge. "Dam, some of these shots are hard when you're five foot nothing."

There was really no need for the quick, sidelong glance before I poked the cue ball. Without so much as an expression of concern, she'd leaned her cue against the wall so she could start with the top button of her blouse.

I missed the shot.

When she was finished, she looked up, saw me watching and flashed a friendly smile with the top of her chest moderately bared.

"More," I said, before I even thought.

And she did. Without a word, she complied, looking down as she undid two more. Now her bra was partially visible, it's bright red almost as shocking as her behaviour.

"Gina... how do you feel?"

"I feel fine."




Sera Ch. 11



" ... Okay... Um, (giggle) it's your turn."

She smiled and checked me out again before checking out the table. She took her shot as I watched her closely, looking at me with triumph after she sank her intended target.

"Nice shot."

"Thanks, baby."

"Gina, are you horny?"

"Yes," she readily admitted with just as ready a laugh about it.

"You must be. You never act like this anymore."

"Like what?"

"Well, like in the early days. You know."

She regarded me with that strangely vacant expression again, then only stood there like that, not replying.

"Gina..."

"Uh huh?"

"Relax, sweetie pie."

"I'll relax," she agreed.

She seemed happy enough about it as she went back to the table, apparently putting the matter behind her. Missing the shot, she stood back to allow my turn as the large waiter returned with my drink. I watched her spread her feet as well as she could in that skirt for her only shot, an awkward and difficult one that, at my height, I wouldn't want any part of.

"Thank you," I said to him as he handed me my glass.

"You're welcome, Ma'am," his deep voice returned. "Would you like anything else?"

" ... Um, what's your name?"

"I'm Lamarr, Ma'am."

"Oh!"

"Oh, shit!" Gina complained, completely preoccupied with her ergonomically impossible shot.

"Gina, this is Lamarr," I told her with a tricky voice. "Auntie Ashleigh mentioned that he has a big cock and a lot of staying power."

Gina gasped at my audacity as I giggled to Lamarr's passive smile.

"I don't mean to embarrass you," I told him, looking way up to his face with another giggle.

"Not at all, Ms. Burchell."

"Gina likes it when people watch her doing stuff she shouldn't."

"Kat!" Gina protested, finally abandoning her effort at the cue ball in favour of turning around with a gaping, embarrassed smile.

"(Giggle!) Well, you do!"

"But, you don't have to tell him!"

"Well, I kinda did."

" ... Okay, but why?"

"Because he's a stranger."

"Huh?"

"You know," I prodded.

She only looked at me, forcing me to explain.

"Unbutton your blouse further. ... Yeah. Face Lamarr and pull it open. So he can see you in your bra."

She did it! I couldn't believe it, but she did, offering very little in the way of resistance.

"I shouldn't be doing this."

"Don't worry about it, smutty. Just relax. Take your blouse right off, okay?"

With a spare glance for Lamarr, she undid the last button at her midriff, shrugging out of it afterward to stand there in her red Demi bra.

"Oh, smutty. You're... fuckin' bad..."

"I am," she agreed with a devilish grin.

"Take your skirt off."

"Yeah."

And off it came. Lamarr was enjoying the show as much as I was, watching as she lowered the zipper in back and pushed it down with a happy wiggle of her hips. Her thong matched her bra and she looked great when she stepped out of her skirt.

"Go ahead and take that shot now," I challenged with a disbelieving smile.

She got right up on the table, giving us a great view of her crotch, barely covered by the strip of soft red fabric. This was incredible and, at that point, I could no longer deny that there was something wrong about the situation, much like what Auntie Ashleigh did to Auntie Kathleen during the family meeting that morning. She missed the shot and then withdrew herself with a disappointed expression.

"Hey smutty..." I trailed off.

I was trying not to take advantage of this incredible gift of whatever witchcraft was flying around, but the possible gains made suddenly available were hard to pass up. This, along with the fact that I was turned on and wanting to see something good, motivated my next words.

"Come on over and see if you made Lamarr's cock hard."

She hesitated at this.

"It's okay."

I was blown away when she came right over with a self-conscious grin, saying, "Yeah, it's alright."

Of course, he allowed her to unfasten and pull his pants down, rewarding her with a cock that was indeed big and indeed hard.

"Oh my god," she amazed in a small voice.

"Oh my god," I hissed in agreement, taken totally aback. "Auntie wasn't kidding."

It was bigger than Daddy's and Stevie's by about two inches, thicker and with a curve that was so inviting as to blow my mind. Gina stared at it, giggling stupidly and I couldn't blame her, no matter what in hell was wrong with her.

"Ooooohh-h... grab it, smutty."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's not that big a deal. It's okay."

"Yeah... it's..."

Her fingers took the thing with worshipful tenderness, slowly stroking its length.

" ... okay," she finished. "It's okay to do this."

"Oh, Gina..." I moaned, quite turned on and deciding that she'd probably want some help with that.

"Wh- what should I do now?" she asked, mesmerized by the wonderful phallus at her command as I reached for it.

 

Steven

I tracked Kitten by relentless questioning of the semi-cooperative staff. According to them, they didn't keep tabs on us, but they resisted query as well. All in all, I was starting to look more closely at the staff in general, guessing Gina had a radically different approach to that same idea when I stopped in the open library doorway.

"Wh- what should I do now?" she asked.

Her tone was as it was when I'd found her spelled the evening before, that all too familiar, half dazed air of somebody being victimized by our generational family houseguest. In her hand, she held the large, veiny, precum seeping dick of the staff member before her, his pants around his ankles. She was smiling, perhaps considering the possibilities of her own question while Kitten stood beside him, pool cue in one hand, the other reaching for the prize Gina held.

"You should drop it," I answered.

Despite my nerves, I used a firm voice that scared the daylights out of Kitten, making her snatch her hand back in the wink of an eye. Not surprisingly, Gina was less startled by my entry and settled her eyes nicely on mine. Walking right in, I kept mine on hers as I addressed her again.

"I'd like to talk to Kitten. She'll meet you in her apartment as soon as possible, you should forget what happened here and go wait for her there."

She dropped the fat dick and stood, looking at me, but saying to herself, "I... should go wait for kitten at her apartment."

In direct violation of Ashleigh's standing orders, I closed the door to her mind on my way out. My heart was beating fast enough to burst and I could only hope she'd clear out quick before something bad happened. I'd only just met my cousin, had never met my other cousin and had no idea how either would react to this. In fact, when Gina moved to leave without getting dressed, I didn't even stop her, instead drawing Kitten's attention away by addressing the shaved and suited old Sasquatch next.

"You're all done here, bud."

He looked at me, then at Kitten, whose colour had completely drained from her face. She continued to gape and I avoided looking directly at her, but continued to look at the Sasquatch. Without any instructions to the contrary from her, he began pulling his pants back up. He was gone ten seconds later and I found myself looking directly and somewhat safely between the eyes of the Jedi Kitten.

Her eyes were alight with darkness, much like Mum's, but also with the consistency of Sheila's deceptively dark, shining bright, Burchell blue eyes. There was no longer any doubt that she'd been experimenting with Gina, and I had to wonder at what kind of person would use their own friend for such a thing.

"Let's take a walk," I suggested with a smile as fake as my light, carefree tone.

With every single nerve on high alert, I stepped to the door, but stood aside to let her exit first. She finally managed to move, leaning her cue against the table with her desperate eyes on the carpet before slowly walking towards and past me to the corridor. I caught up easily and we walked side by side, neither of us looking at the other, but she spoke first.

"She was just playing around. I hope you don't think any less of her."

"Not at all," I replied, calming a little as I felt some control over the situation. "Ashleigh was pretty clear about the house rules. Just as long as Gina knows what she's getting into."

"Yeah. ... By the way, when you walked in... I wasn't gonna grab that guy's cock," she lied horribly. "I know it probably looked that way, but..."

"It's easy to get carried away here, especially when you're a Burchell.

I gave her a careless smile that brought a slow one to her face as well.

"Auntie Ashleigh would certainly agree with you."

"Yeah... Uhh... I thought it was time we talked."

" ... Probably. Um... I lied. I really was gonna grab that cock."

"I know."

" ... And you're not mad?"

I shrugged and said, "I can't say I'm happy about it, but I have no right to judge. Like I said, nobody with this last name does."

"At least it wasn't Sheila."

"Look, nothing really went on between Sheila and me, y'know."

"What do you mean by 'really'?"

"Well... she's Sheila. But that doesn't mean anything happened."

"Not really," she pressed.

"Well, look what you were doing with her in the library this morning. Furthermore, unlike yourself, I can honestly say that I haven't sucked your mother's pussy."

That put a stop to that, but her facial expression made it necessary to assure with a sigh, "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm not blaming or judging you, I'm just saying that nothing really happened, alright?"

"She told me she was going to seduce you and make you forget all about me."

"She did?"

"Yes," she affirmed, still a bit upset.

At this point, we'd strolled to the top of the stairs and she started down ahead of me as though to hide her expression, but spoke over her shoulder.

"And now that Auntie Ashleigh says it's okay, you'll let her do it, won't you?"

"Kitten, it's not like that."

"Hm."

"I wish you and Mum could get beyond this."

"Me and your mummy know they'll be no getting beyond Sheila if she's left to run amuck in your life."

"Oh, god. See, this isn't even what I wanted to talk to you about," I complained, feeling more than a bit irritated by the recurring Sheila issue. "But, if it makes you feel better to hear it, I can assure you that there isn't a woman who has, or ever will walk the Earth who could ever make me forget about you. Not even Sheila."

" ... What do you mean, 'not even Sheila'?"

"Wh- Kitten, I just... I didn't mean anything by it, would you just take it the way I meant it?"

"Well, you said it. It must mean-"

"Have you told him?" I interrupted in a slightly louder voice, trying to get beyond the contentious mire of Sheila.

" ... What?"

"Your boyfriend back home. Have you told him it's over yet?"

We'd reached the main floor hall and stopped, facing one another between the four seasons as she gave me an upset look, finally replying, "It's complicated."

"Especially now, huh?"

Reading my tone, she asked warily, "In what way?"

"You know. Like with Gina in the library just now. That's gonna complicate the living shit out of your boyfriend; believe me, I know."

"I told you, Gina was just messing around. I didn't do anything," she lied again.

"Kitten... I'm aware of what was going on. I don't know what Mum told you, and you might think it's none of my business, but I've been going through this and I know how people get hurt because of it. Mostly innocent people like Gina, and maybe your boyfriend next."

She regarded me with mounting wariness and concern in her tone when she asked, "Uhhh... What do you know about what was happening in the library, and how could this affect my boyfriend?"

"We all have it. All we Burchells, and I can tell from experience when somebody's head's been fucked around with. Look, I'm not trying to come down on you- I'd be the biggest hypocrite if I did- but I'm just saying that I've been there and that's how I know that people you care about can get hurt. Take my advice and keep it the hell away from them. Tell your boyfriend anything, but tell him as soon as possible. And Gina... should go home."

She only stared back at me as though she didn't understand. Her lovely, dark and flashing blue eyes beckoned mine from the bridge of her nose, but I refrained. Who knew what they'd get themselves into?

" ... Ummm... Gina was acting out of character, I'll admit that, but I wasn't really doing anything. Just... daring her and stuff," she defended.

It was my turn to regard her as though I didn't understand. She was trying to play dumb, but why? Mum must have made it clear that the parasite was a family trait when she noticed she'd been kick-started, whether she knew she was responsible or not, so why the act?

And then it hit me.

Kitten didn't know. Mum was unaware of how the parasite was kick-started by sex with another Burchell because I'd kept that information from her. She'd somehow missed what had happened, the change in Kitten's eyes, and let her go off like that, none the wiser, and I was a total idiot.

Now I knew why she stared at me like I'd grown another head, asking, "How does this relate to my boyfriend in Langley?"

"Uhh... well... It's com- complicated."

"What's going on, Stevie?" she really wanted to know.

"Uhh..." I continued to dither, desperately trying to think up a way out of a situation I'd completely misjudged as her expression started to become demanding. "Okay, I think it's time we went someplace for a drink. A stiff drink, and maybe more than one."

"That's the first sensible thing you've said since we left the library. Should we go back?"

"No. ... No, we'll go out for one."

"Like... what, out to a bar?"

"Sure, whatever."

"But, aren't you too young to get into a bar?"

"No."

"You're only eighteen," she pointed out.

"It won't matter."

" ... And you'll tell me what you were talking about?"

"Yes," I sighed.

"Because I've been noticing some weird things, and I think you know more about stuff than you let on that day down at the garage."

"More than I wish I knew, but not nearly enough."

"What does that mean," she asked as we got walking towards the front of the house.

"Don't worry, Kittenface. You'll get it all too soon."

 

Kitten

We didn't say much in his car. It's not like I was any less concerned about what he'd been saying, but I was distracted by how strange the world outside Auntie's house now seemed by contrast. I felt somehow like an alien, the only other one of my kind in the world being Stevie. After having made a desperate recovery from his shocking interruption in the library, I felt I was only holding my own as it was, but he seemed to have information about what was going on. Besides that, I'd almost had Gina compromised to assured silence when he barged in and I was a little bit annoyed with him about it, so I had expectations, especially when it came to discovering how this could affect my 'boyfriend' back home.

But the manly sight of him driving soon caught miffy's attention, and I began wondering what he was really like. I mean to say, I speculated on what it would be like to live a life with him, to see him come home after work to the meal I'd have prepared, our kids around the table. He seemed cool, not like most dipshits our age, and I loved how he called me 'Kittenface'.

He'd never been to Montreal either and he was just as lost as I was, our confusion with all the French signs also helping to quell the matter that began at Auntie Ashleigh's house. Finally, we stopped at Swiss Chalet. Upon parking, he tipped the visor down and removed two fifty dollar bills that were pinned there before getting out. I followed suit, watching how he walked one hip at a time, a gait of male confidence the same as Daddy's, but with a younger bravado added in that I somehow knew was well deserved.

The pretty, thirtyish brunette server gave my outfit a few extra looks, probably wondering why I didn't wear a bra, but seated us properly and politely, placing our menus and asking us if we'd like a beverage.

"Double whiskey and water with ice, please," he ordered.

Not surprisingly, the server looked him over doubtfully, then opened her mouth to ask an expected question. Except she didn't. She only continued to gaze at Stevie, not asking him for his ID as he gazed right back for almost two seconds before answering her unasked question.

"I showed you my ID. I'm twenty-one."

She seemed confused and distracted, much like Gina had been in the library, but she replied, "You showed... yes, you're twenty-one."

She jotted his order, then turned to me expectantly.

I could only look stupefied from her to Stevie, so he calmly told her I'd take a triple vodka with milk. She asked to see my ID, I managed to show it to her and then she jotted my order before leaving us with a smile.

Across the table, I hissed, "Uhh... What the hell was that?"

"Ever see Star Wars?" he replied in a normal volume.

"Wh- Star Wars?"

"Yeah. Big time favourite of our Grandmother's."

"Yes, I've seen Star Wars, what's that got to do with what I just saw?"

"Well, do you remember the Jedi mind trick? How they could bewitch people's minds and make them do stuff?"

" ... Yes."

"Basically, that's what I did just now, and it's what you were doing to Gina earlier."

" ... Wh- What!?" I hissed again.

"Look, I know it's not the best way to find out, but this thing... was kinda sprung on me, too."

"But, what did you do to her?"

"I told you. I'll admit the whole Jedi comparison is a bit lame, but that's essentially what it is."

" ... No way. It's a trick."

"I'm afraid not," he said, glancing about the dining room, "but I wish it was. It's like I told you back at the house, we all have it. Sheila's different, but she's definitely a Burchell."

"No way," I insisted. "This is some kind of gag, and these people are in on it."

"A very illegal gag, but I guess we'll see when they serve my drink. You'll probably want to have a sip to make sure it's really what I ordered."

Eying him disbelievingly, I finally closed my lower jaw just as our drinks arrived moments later, but he wasn't stopping at that. He thanked her as politely as she served us, then spoke words that made my jaw sag again.

"Unbutton your blouse a bit. Show some skin, it's good for business and tips. Everyone will appreciate it."

She looked back at him, into his eyes and then unbuttoned the top of her blouse.

"One more," he instructed further.

She did it, exposing herself to the point of daring, then saying as though she'd thought of this herself, "This is good... everyone will appreciate this. Are we ready to order?"

"Not yet," he replied.

"Okay," she perked.

Our server walked away and I was still in disbelief when Stevie slid his drink across the table without even sipping it first. I looked at it, him, then took the glass and sipped. I hate whiskey and there was no mistaking it's strong, putrid taste in my mouth, the immediate sensation of wanting to spit it out as I swallowed the yucky stuff along with what he was telling me. However, I still had my doubts and I grappled with this absurdity.

"And... you say that I did that to Gina?"

He reached across the table and retrieved his drink from my hand, taking a gulp before answering, "Yep."

"But, how? I didn't do anything."

"It's in those beautiful, Burchell blue eyes."

All along, I'd been sort of noticing how he and his mummy avoided my eyes, and I suddenly knew why, this knowledge another blow to my perception of reality. Auntie Ashleigh's wonderful, sparkly blue eyes, Auntie Kathleen's flashing, loving hazel orbs and Steven's inviting light depths. Then thoughts of Sheila's abilities to make people go along came to mind, the things people had always said about that aspect of her and my own recent suspicions regarding this.




Sera Ch. 12



Steven

She still wasn't over it by the time we left Swiss Chalet. From my peripheral, I'd see her looking at me for long moments as I drove, but she said nothing until we found ourselves downtown, surrounded by bright red taillights and three story brick shops.

"I haven't seen enough."

I glanced to my right, finding her still looking out her side window as she went on in a quiet, disbelieving tone.

"I want you to do it again and, if possible, I want to do it too. And this time, I'll pick the place."

" ... Alright," I hesitantly agreed.

My hormones began kicking in for her again now that I knew where I stood, my cock twitching and laying over as I thought about her presence and what she wanted. And then it was shades of Mum when she had me pull into an old hotel. We went in and found directions to the establishment's basement lounge, a dark nook with the only lighting coming from over a pool table and the bar itself. A cramped, unlit stage/dance area sat in the receding gloom, edged by several bistro tables as the jukebox in the corner played Blue Rodeo's old hit, Try. At a table somewhat close to the bar sat a middle aged couple while two figures occupied another further into the gloom. At the far end of the bar to our left sat a fifth patron, a man who spoke in French to the tall, auburn haired, thirty-something bartender.

They all looked at us, especially at Kitten, as we entered. She looked up at me, waiting to take my lead, but the fact was that this type of thing was a lot more Mum's practiced specialty than mine. I'd never even been in a real bar before and my Jedi stare wasn't as advanced as Mum's. I had to be careful.

"It's showtime," I nonetheless mumbled, starting for the bar.

The attractive bartender opened her mouth to speak to me, but I addressed her immediate patron before she could get a word out.

"Hey, man, long time no see."

Also in his mid-thirties, he had an average build and wore cargo pants, an athletic jacket and sported a grown out brush cut. He looked directly into my eyes for recognition, like most people would after being greeted like that, and after a few seconds I had him, the bartender waiting patiently for him to recall me.

"Steve," I 'reminded' him. "You know me."

"I... know you," he hesitantly affirmed with a French accent.

"From your last job. You remember," I encouraged.

"Yes, I remember you from my last job," he managed to convince himself.

"Excuse me," the bartender politely intervened without accent, "Could I please see some form of ID?"

I guessed she had to be close to six feet tall with boobs not as big as Mums, but definitely respectable and with a nice shape to them. She had them displayed nicely too, standing out in a close fitting, medium blue pullover with a deep V neck. Just a little pudgy here and there, her hips filled her height nicely in her black casual slacks, much like Kitten's. Already trying to determine my age, she also naturally looked into my eyes, thrilling me when her green ones dazed for me. Next, with her patron spelled, I simply told her I was twenty-one, ordered a drink and that was that.

"I'll have a triple vodka and milk, please," Kitten then ordered, going through the motions with her ID as she had at Swiss Chalet, eying me with something akin to wonder.

"Let's sit here at the bar," I suggested.

I was breathing a little easier now that I'd created a beachhead. We got settled, Kitten between the other guy at the bar and I so that I had to lean over the bar a little to finish up with him.

"What was your name again?" I asked.

"Laurent."

"Laurent, you've always trusted me."

"I 'ave," he said with a slow, but fond smile.

"That's why you always do what I tell you. You trust me implicitly."

"Oui, I do what you tell me."

"Relax, Laurent. Go with the flow."

"Salut," he said, his smile enlivened as he held aloft the beer he'd been clutching.

I again looked the bartender over as she finished up with our drinks, noticing Kitten's eyes on the woman's tits as Laurent tried to be discreet about checking Kitten out.

"Do you know Laurent?" I asked her when she served us.

"He's a regular," she said with a vague, dreamy tone as she looked into my eyes again.

"What's your name?"

"Martina."

"Martina, you know how Laurent knows me, how he trusts me?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't you trust me too?"

"I..."

"You know me. You should trust me."

"Yes. I should."

"You trust me implicitly and you do what I tell you."

"Well, of course," she confirmed as though to think otherwise would be stupid.

"Just relax, Martina. Go with the flow."

"Go with the flow," she repeated.

"Don't you two pay attention to any conversation between me and my friend. Go on about your business, but don't use French any longer. Speak in English."

They both kind of stared at me in brief confusion before picking up their conversation where it apparently left off, leaving Kitten and I to ours.

"It's okay to talk," I told her in a slightly lowered voice, "just not loud enough for those back there to hear. These two are good, they'll... go with the flow."

"I can't believe this," she hissed, eyes wide and trying to act normal as she looked at Martina and Laurent. "So, they'll do whatever we tell them now?"

"Yeah, but it's not that simple. Anybody could tell those two what to do right now because I've left them open to further suggestion, but I'd think a suggestion from us would be a lot more potent."

"You think?"

"I don't know everything about this stuff but, for your immediate information, this is what happens when someone looks too deep for too long into the eyes of a Burchell. It can easily happen by accident and that's probably what happened with Gina. Right now, these two are spelled deeper than she was because I gazed back, opening them up.

"How do you mean?" she asked.

"It's hard to explain, but once you do it you'll see what I mean, and you'd never want to leave them wide open like this because there's no telling how long it would take to wear off, if ever, and god only knows what would happen to them. Mum had two women spelled for a week and they were still open when she came back."

"But, how do you keep from accidently spelling people everywhere you go?"

"Quickly learned techniques," I laughed, explaining, "Sunglasses... keeping my eyes averted... looking people between the eyes, or looking at their foreheads... You learn. Quickly."

"So, I probably picked a good place because it's dark?" she asked, looking a little less nervous now, a little more excited.

"Yes, because we can easier control who looks into our eyes and when by where we are within the lighting. By the way, what did make you pick this place?"

"(Giggle) Well, I used to be an exotic dancer, and I did a lot of gigs in hotels because I was too young to get in the strip bars at the time, sooo... I know about these little places 'cause I managed to sneak into a lot of them."

"Oh. Wow. You were a stripper?"

"Yup."

" ... Geez," I said, imagining this as I looked her over.

"(Giggle!) Umm... should I try to... do something? With them?"

My nerves were just beginning to calm when she said this and I felt my heart speed back up a little as I replied, "Sure. Just keep the other people behind us in mind. Always be aware of your surroundings."

"Okay... do I look them in the eye when I talk to them?"

"You don't have to once they're spelled and open like these two are," I said after swallowing a mouthful of my drink. "Sometimes it's good for certain instructions, or if you want to really ram something home before closing up and leaving them but, generally, they're good to go."

Kitten nodded, carefully appraised Martina and Laurent, then began by removing her short casual blazer, shrugging it from her shoulders and hanging it on the back of her stool. Her top turned out to be one of those sleeveless and backless numbers that, without the jacket, allowed a nice peek at the outsides of her tits. I assumed the glittery garment with the moderately low neckline was made for a woman who wore a small B-cup, certainly not Kitten's large Cs.

Laurent's glance at Kitten turned to a double-take. He kept glancing back again while Martina kept gossiping on about how drunk Becky was at Jody's wedding.

Her nipples, like those of both our mothers, were stunning. They'd erected and hardened further, poking adamantly from the other side of the flimsy, silvery remnant. Martina eventually looked to see whatever was distracting Laurent and was herself distracted as Kitten arched her back, giving them an innocent smile before speaking with the eerily seductive, childlike demeanor of Marie.

"Martina... go and take off your bra. Okay?"

Martina only stood there, staring at Kitten in confusion, this apparently being one of those commands that needed eye contact. I wasn't too surprised given that Martina was harder to spell than Laurent and the server at Swiss Chalet.

"Give her your eyes and tell her again," I coached.

"Um, Martina, look at me."

This command was easily and immediately obeyed.

"Go in back and take off your bra."

Martina continued to stare and, just as Kitten started getting antsy, she turned to Laurent and spoke.

"I'm gonna go lose this bra. I'll be right back."

At this news, her friend automatically looked at her chest and smiled, assuring, "You 'ave no argument from me."

On this note, she turned and exited through a door at the end of the bar, Laurent's eyes landing back on Kitten, who didn't mind at all. I had no trouble believing she'd been a stripper and marveled at how she was so like Mum in so many ways, yet also like Sheila in so many ways, not to mention Marie. I couldn't get enough of watching her pose for him and I knew I was falling deeply in love.

"Your girlfriend is very pretty," Laurent told me.

"Thanks, I replied. "I'm afraid she's a bit of an exhibitionist, though."

"I don't mind," he said simply.

The humour Laurent's mesmerized tone lent the comment was undeniable. I laughed and he joined in, happy that I could appreciate his little joke and that I didn't take it the wrong way. Kitten giggled as she does, flushing just a little as he looked directly at her chest.



Kitten

I was feeling good.

Very good.

I'm always horny and being around Stevie makes this all the more so, but the initial shock of what he was revealing to me, the shock that had actually stifled my horny, was wearing off. This, along with the vodka I was adding to the already copious amount I'd drunk that day, allowed a steady, unstoppable return of my raging Burchell hormones.

"Jeez, Laurent," Stevie commented, "lookit those fuckin' nipples."

I couldn't help the colour rising to my cheeks as Stevie and Laurent freely checked out my boobies, and I giggled a bit louder than I wanted. I beamed at the attention until Martina came back through the door at the end of the bar.

Our slightly chubby hostess had what they call 'torpedo tits' and we all gaped at their perfect hang, the big, swollen nipples that were impossible to miss beneath her lightweight cotton top. They bounced divinely and I giggled again as I watched her take her previous place near Laurent.

"I love your tits," Stevie complimented.

"Thank you," she replied, unsure if she should be happy about that or not.

"Ask Laurent if he likes them," I quietly told her.

"Laurent, do you like my boobs?"

"Yes," he emphatically agreed, nodding as he stared at them.

Having visited hotel bars before, I'd come to recognize certain common elements, expected components of a scene where most customers will never return. Martina was of a type, the bartender who wasn't particularly sociable and really shouldn't be working in the service industry to begin with. She spoke to Laurent like he was a close friend, but all she was doing was forming a clique for herself, from which she could feel secure while treating selected others as nonexistent.

"Martina..." I teased, trying to contain myself as an idea struck me. "You're horny."

She smiled at me a little.

Catching her eyes, I reinforced, "You're very horny."

Stevie watched her with me, waiting for the results as Laurent went back to looking at my chest, trying to see down the moderately plunging neckline of my top. She smiled wider, flushing like I had as her body slipped into a seductive pose that accentuated her hips and boobies.

"I'm very horny," Stevie joked, making Laurent laugh again.

I giggled along, looking to my left and down to see if it was true, and there it was, the nice big tent pole of my dreams right beside me. Without thinking, I rested my hand on his thigh. I loved how he jumped so subtly to my soft, needy touch, how we looked in each other's eyes for a brief moment of strange, erotic bliss before my hand was at his crotch. He gasped quietly when I grabbed his cock, readjusting it for him with a big, super kitten smile while Martina looked on with a shocked one.

"Oh my god, are you...?" she dared to ask.

"Yup," I confirmed. "And he wasn't lying. Check it out."

She eagerly got closer from her side of the bar, having to lean way over it to see, but she was glad when she did. She watched me stroking him while he moaned softly. I stopped, giggling at the perspiration on her upper lip as she straightened up again. She laughed nervously, red as a beet while quickly glancing around the rest of the room. I looked over my shoulder and, from what I could tell, the four others hadn't noticed anything. Looking back at Martina, I couldn't help thinking of how much nicer she was this way.

"I wish I 'ad a girlfriend like dat," Laurent informed, taking a drink from his beer and looking at my boobies.

He almost choked, spilling beer on my hand when I grabbed his crotch with it. I found his stiff rod immediately, squeezing gently and then stroking it as best I could through his pants. I giggled, watching as Martina quickly leaned over the counter again to see.

I realized I was getting carried away, reminding myself of what Stevie had said about being aware of my surroundings, but it took me about fifteen seconds to stop stroking Laurent's cock.

"Ho-ly fuck, Kitten," Stevie breathed.

I giggled again as Martina straightened, red faced and looking at me and Laurent with excitement. Laurent was trying to collect himself, mocking great desperation as he ordered another beer, making us all laugh as our bartender repeated a glance over the rest of the room.

"God, I'm so horny," Martina lamented.

It was true. Her nipples had hardened and extended almost as markedly as mine had and the men's eyes were all over both our chests. I loved it, even more so that we were doing these naughty things in public with an unknowing audience right behind us.

"Why don't you rub your pussy?" I asked, bolder by the minute.

"Well... the customers," she explained, trying to be serious.

"They can't see," I told her. "Rub your pussy and make it feel good. If they come over, just stop."

"Oh... I- oooh..." she replied as her fingers found their own way between her legs.

She stared at me, spreading her thighs so her fingers could delve deeper, pressing and sometimes squeezing as she made soft sounds of unrelieved pleasure.

"Yesss" I expressed, watching her get into this and getting all the more turned on for it. "Oh, Martina, just like that. Rub it nice and make yourself cum like a bad girl."

"Ohhh... Uhh-hh," Martina replied.

"You certainly took to this," Stevie commented.

"(Giggle) It's fun. ... Hey, Stevie?"

"What?" he asked, both of us looking more at Martina than each other while Laurent also enjoyed the show.

"I want to try it by myself," I proposed. "I want to do the Jedi spell on one of those people behind us."

"Uh... look, I've never put on a juggling act like we're doing here. I've only spelled a few people on separate occasions, never anything like this. I'm a little nervous about going too far."

"Stevie..." I started in a lower voice, giving him all my attention and hoping he'd understand the simplicity of what I was going to tell him. "I want to have fun."

After a pause, he answered with a guilty smile, "Yeah... so do I."

He did understand and I fell harder for him because of it. Exactly as Auntie Ashleigh had said, here was a mate who could understand me in ways nobody else ever had, not Gina and not even Daddy.

"So?" I prodded as he took a drink, his eyes falling on Martina's erotic display. "You're the teacher; what do I do?"

"You remember how I spelled Laurent?"

"Yes," I replied, watching our breathy bartender. "You looked into his eyes and let him go all whoopee."

"Not exactly. There's a finesse to it that you have to learn. I greeted Laurent in such a way as to make him look into my eyes first. You want that as soon as possible so you can be quick and neat with it, so others who may be watching see nothing out of place."

"Okay," I said, following along.

"Every situation is different, but coming off like you know them is good. It worked great in Saint John once. There was this guy from the building inspector's office giving me and the crew I was working with some problems, so I read his name off his nametag and said, "Hi, Sean." Of course, he looked right up and into my eyes and I had him a split second later."

"Okay," I repeated more thoughtfully, impressed with his wiles.

"Ohhhh!" Martina moaned, rubbing harder and faster while the three of us watched.

"What if two people come up?" I asked.

"Read the situation and adapt."

" ... Are you still nervous?"

"Uh- uhh...ohhh- ohhh, fuck...!?" Martina gently strained in a voice that struggled to contain its volume.

"Yeah. Let's just be careful, okay?" And we have to make sure that we don't let anybody get away before we can close them up."

"Okay, umm... how do I do that?"

"Just... make sure nobody gets away before-"

"Oh, Fuck!" Martina hissed in frustration.

It looked like she'd played herself pretty close to orgasm in the relatively short time she'd had before suddenly jerking her hand from between her legs and looking anxiously over my right shoulder. Her wild eyes flashed within a more professional expression while her body held its horny pose, greeting the man who appeared on Stevie's left.

He looked a little older than Daddy, maybe close to fifty, was almost as tall as Stevie and carried a little more weight. A receding hairline didn't take away from his average, wizened good looks, his jeans and canvas jacket telling me he was a 'regular guy'. The expression that appeared on his face when he noticed his braless bartender was almost comical and I had to hand it to him for keeping his cool.

"Can... I- I'll have a Canadian?"

"Coming right up," Martina responded.

While she saw to his order, he cast his surprised expression at the three of us sitting at the bar and, when his eyes found me, I was ready.

"Hi again."

That and the right expression was all it took to get his eyes on mine. He almost looked away, I could feel that he would have, but his will got all slushied. I looked deeper until I kind of felt a soft blockage, a sensation of resistance to my pressing, but I was excited, adamant. I could sense something just beyond, something that felt like his secrets and I pushed, rudely brushing his personal propriety aside in my impatience until I was through, latched to him on a strange level that there's no way I could ever explain.

"He- Hello," he managed.

I couldn't remember how long it took, and it was actually his reply that brought me back to my own pounding heart, but I'd done it. He stood before me with a dazed smile and I felt an exhilaration I never had before then. This person, an actual person, was mine, and I was as drunk on this knowledge as I was on vodka. I almost laughed out loud at him, the mindless epitome of the possibilities before me and how nothing would ever again be the same.




Sera Ch. 12



Steven

Kitten's first Jedi spell carried all the subtlety of kicking in an unlocked door, but she did it. The guy beside me gazed at her with that stupid smile as I took a long, slow drink from my glass, waiting to see what would come next.

"What's your name?" Kitten asked with her grandmother's little girl voice.

"My name is Don," he stated factually.

"Donny... you'll do whatever I tell you."

"Whatever you tell me."

"(Giggle!)"

Martina presented him with the beer he asked for and he dutifully paid for it."

"Donny, pay for our drinks as well," she said, her excitement almost bubbling over.

He did it, then paid for our next drinks at my cousin's further experimentation. When he was finished, he turned to leave, but was stopped by a very bold little Kitten.

"Donny, where ya goin'?"

"Back to my table, back to Lacey," he stopped to say.

"No, you're with me tonight. Come here. Martina, go back to rubbing your pussy."

They both did as told and I couldn't believe her nerve, how quickly she grew comfortable with this and I had to remind myself that this was her parasite I was dealing with. And I did want to have fun like she did, but events in the underground club back in Saint John had me very wary of creating another disaster that someone else would have to somehow clean up. I couldn't allow things to get out of hand.

That's why I took a casual glance over my shoulder at the woman he'd been sitting with. She still sat there wearing a long, deep yellow summer dress with colourful flowers and a strapless halter top. Her dark brown hair hung almost halfway down her back and her slim build complimented the knee length dress, despite her almost total lack of bust line. It didn't look as though she'd noticed Don joining Kitten and Laurent, but that wouldn't last.

Don got another surprise as he watched Martina begin rubbing between her legs again. He opened his mouth to say something, but he only sighed a wordless breath.

"Relax, Don," Kitten told him.

He did just that, my cousin and I exchanging excited expressions before Martina's renewed gasps distracted me. She saw me watching and gazed back, performing for me as she parted her legs further for her fingers.

"Ohhh, fuck..." she moaned, tits heaving with her breath. "I need to cum... ooohhh... fuu-uck!?"

"Stick your hand right down your pants," I told her.

This arrangement was much better for her and I continued watching as her strained moans became short, broken sounds.

A giggle from my right made me look to see that Kitten had swiveled on her barstool so that her back was to me. Looking over her shoulder, I got even harder at the sight of Laurent pinching one of her nipples through her top. Don was standing in just such a way as to disallow view of this from the rest of the room, watching with a big smile as she arched her back. In a casual move, he grabbed her other nipple and began rolling and pinching it, much to her delight.

"Oooh, Donny... harder... Oh... Mmmm."

She didn't even react when I pulled the tie at her back undone, leaving the scrap of glittery fabric to hang from the tie at her neck. They went on assaulting her nipples, pulling her tits this way and that by their swollen buds as Martina worked her way closer.

"Ohh, ooooh-h, fu- uhhh- nooo!" Martina ground in low frustration, suddenly withdrawing her hand from her pants and looking anxiously over my shoulder. "She's coming!"

I refrained from looking back, taking another deep drink instead while, in my peripheral, Don and Laurent also withdrew their hands, suddenly behaving themselves to the sound of Kitten's excited giggle.

When the woman in the yellow dress stopped behind me and to my right, I had to look. Not just because I had to keep an eye on the situation, but because I had to see what came next, you understand. She was older than Martina, but younger than her husband, about forty-five I guessed. She was probably about five feet, eight inches tall, pretty in her aged 'girl next door' way and seemed in good shape, possibly due in part to her naturally lean build. Concern and suspicion held her features when she questioned her husband.

"Don? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, uhh... yeah."

She was confused, glancing around at us and probably wondering if we were acquainted with him. Her eyes stopped on Kitten, her top hanging from her neck and only able to cover the front of her tits now. I'd just decided I'd have to do some pretty fancy footwork to keep things in hand when Kitten spoke.

"Lacey, don't you remember me?"

" ... Uhhh..." she dazed, already spelled, but too deeply.

" ... Lacey?" she asked, barely stifling a giggle.

"Uhh?"

"I think your husband has a hardon."

Lacey looked at Don's midsection like the rest of us and saw that Kitten was right.

"Don..." she complained in a slow, hushed voice, embarrassed for both of them, but also confused.

"It's okay, Lacey," Kitten explained with that childish smile and tone. "Donny's allowed to have a hardon for me."

"Well... yes, that's alright," Lacey amended.

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm busy with your husband right now, so go talk to Stevie for a while," she instructed with a nod to me. "and do whatever he tells you."

"Yes. Whatever he tells me."

"Holy shit, Kitten," I laughed.

"Well, I want to... you know," she explained with a guilty little smile. "Martina, we need another couple of drinks, and make Stevie's a triple."

"Yeah, uh, I need to explain the mechanics of Burchell duality to you as soon as possible," I said with a smirk as Lacey sidled up on my other shoulder, putting me between her and Kitten. "For now, just remember there's two more people back there."

"I know," she said as Don looked nervously at his wife. "Donny, relax. Don't worry about her."

"I'm not worried about her," he replied as Laurent casually grabbed a nipple through her top and started playing again.

"Uh..." she expressed with a short sigh as Don grabbed the other, all three of them smiling happily again. "Ooooh. Squeeze 'em..."

"Ohhh, Don..." Lacey vacantly lamented as she watched.

He seemed not to hear as Kitten sat there, allowing them to do what they wished while keeping an eye on the two half hidden figures in the gloom. I turned my back to her so I could keep an eye on the back of the room as well while occupying Lacey. Martina gave us our drinks and I told her to get another glass of wine for our latest party favour, not that she needed one.

"What happened to her bra?" Lacey asked in a low voice, trying not to look at Martina's great chest and seemingly no longer concerned about what her husband might be doing.

"She took it off," I told her, looking at her flat chest.

"Oh. Why?"

"She's horny."

"Oh."

"Tell her to rub her pussy when she serves your wine."

She nodded absently and, when her wine was served, she said, "Oh, thank you very much. Please rub your pussy now."

A sudden smile broke Martina's desperate expression and her hand went directly down the front of her pants. Eyes rolling a little, she looked at us with great relief as she began playing herself up again.

"Oh... wow," Lacey commented in awe.

Heedless of my own cautionary words to Kitten, I reached over, hooked a finger in the top of her halter and deftly pulled it down to her belly. Her back to the rest of the room, she only stood, captivated by Martina as I checked out her little tits, watching her nipples harden before me.

"You like women, Lacey?"

She tore her eyes away, looking at me with a flush and said, "No, I just... it's so erotic. Look at her."

I was about to do just that when the unimaginable happened. With a sensual shift of Lacey's pelvis, her dress slid down her slim hips slowly enough for me to catch it.

I just watched instead.

When it was pooled at her feet, leaving her standing beside me in nothing but a pair of stark white, high cut bikini panties, I could barely rip my eyes away for a fearful look to the back of the room. The problem was, it was so dark back there that it was only possible to see their shadowed forms. They, however, would have a pretty well lit view of us. From what I could tell, they didn't seem alerted, but that was something else that wouldn't last.

Pointing out to myself that at least Kitten had the good sense to use Don as a visual block, I took a look over my shoulder. Don was still effectively blocking, even with Kitten's little hand entering his pants via his opened fly. He huffed a short wheeze and jerked when she found what she was looking for, looking up at him with her school girl smile while both he and Laurent fondled her tits. On impulse, I pulled the last string at her neck and watched both ends of the tie string slip over her shoulders. Their hands on her tits were all that held her top up and their eyes lit when they saw the vulnerable cleavage they now controlled.

"Ohh, my boobies," she quietly expressed as the silvery garment completed its inevitable way to her lap.

From over her shoulder, I only smiled as she looked down at herself, hand wrapped around Don's hard cock after having pulled it halfway out of his pants before my insidious input gave her pause. He and Laurent took in the sight of her totally exposed chest and almost drooled while Martina once again approached orgasm.

"Ohhh... Uhh! Uhh, uhhh, ohhh, fuuuuuck, fuu-uuck!?" our hostess ground.

She'd opened up her pants, Lacey and I watching her hand twitching madly behind the bright yellow front panel of her panties. Perspiration stood out on her forehead and upper lip, eyes rolling with illicit pleasure and her frustration was abundant when she again forced herself to stop. I was so into her display that I didn't even get it until she looked over my shoulder with a pathetic, needful moan.



Kitten

I'd noticed a difference in Stevie almost from the moment he walked in on me and Gina, although my attention was more on the immediate scene he'd walked into. His voice spoke a little louder, firmer, almost authoritatively. It was in a mannerism that suggested ability and willingness to make the tough decisions, the confident and even slightly dangerous gait he used when walking into Swiss Chalet. In addition, he was a lot less uptight and, at the moment, that was the thing I loved the most about him, specifically how he didn't mind, even encouraged Donny and Laurent's exploration of my upper body by helping to bare it.

I was also different, that funny 'something' inside me since the spectacular orgasm with Auntie Ashleigh driving different thought patterns, ideas and decisions that I couldn't fully appreciate at the time. It snuck up on me and, in the moment, it was like being drunk on one's own life, and perhaps that of her agreeable mate if she was lucky enough to have one.

Don't get me wrong, I knew I was being a bad girl with a stranger's cock in my hand, but that was only in relation to my life in Langley. I enjoyed the tingly sensations they gave me when they pinched my nipples, how it felt when they squeezed my boobies so nice and rough, how good Donny's big prick felt in my hand. I loved it all and it was alright for me because, like Auntie Ashleigh had said, this was who and what I was and this wasn't Langley. That said, don't think this was mere self justification. No, this was the natural attitude of the moment, and I honestly never really gave it or my actions a second thought beyond the excitement of doing naughty things.

I suppose that's why a good part of me loved the thrill of hearing Martina suddenly ask from behind me, "Ca- can I get you anything?"

Letting go of Donny's cock in surprise, I twisted around to find that only Martina was aware of the oncoming patrons, and now it was too late. They stood at the end of the bar, handy to Lacey who had somehow come to be standing there in nothing but her panties. Martina's pants were open, panties visibly twisted and pulled around untidily while I remembered I was topless.

"Just, uh, thought we'd join the conversation," the well built, somewhat tall man in jeans and jean jacked replied.

He wasn't what I'd call good looking, but he wasn't bad looking either. I'd guess he was younger than Martina, but his friend seemed more her age. This one was quite stocky, dressed in green workpants, black T-shirt and ball cap He was decidedly unattractive as he stood off his friend's shoulder, already captured by my bare boobies.

Both of them had a, 'I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!' expression and I knew then that this would be alright. I almost laughed at how quickly the issue was resolved in my mind, how easy they'd made it with their willingness to participate, which in no way got them out of what they had coming.

"On one condition," I challenged with a brave smile.

The speaker looked me in the eyes right there and, while his buddy continued to stare at my boobies, I opened him up before speaking.

"Your friend has to guess whether or not I'm wearing my contacts. (Giggle!)"

"Uhh... contacts..."

He was already stepping forward, tearing his eyes from my boobies to look into mine. I caught him nicely, but I had to fight with him a little to get by his barrier.

"Holy shit, that caught me off guard," Stevie laughed when I was done.

"(Giggle!) Me too!"

"Good going there."

"Thanks," I said."

"Somebody should probably lock the door or something."

"Probably. Martina, go lock the door."

She obediently went to do that while I turned my attention back on the first guy who spoke.

"So, what's your name?"

"Ken," he answered from Pluto.

"Who's your friend here?"

"Bernie."

"Ken and Bernie," I repeated back with a smile while my cousin shot me a curiously wicked grin.

"Come sit here, Bernie," he told him, getting off the stool beside me.

"Stevie!"

"You can handle it," he laughed, checking out my boobies as Martina returned to her post. "Me and Lacey are gonna help out behind the bar for a bit."

I couldn't believe it, but I loved it. My expression was an open mouthed smile as he moved away and Bernie moved in along with some bulky looking cargo in his pants. Ken came to stand by him with the same problem in his, and I had to swivel with my back to the bar in order to see them all staring at my chest and between my parted thighs.

And that's how I came to be surrounded by four hardened men under my complete control. The ironic thing about it was how much fun it was to just let them do what they wanted, like when Laurent's hand started groping my boobies, pulling my nipple and making me giggle again. As ugly as Bernie was, I'd become transfixed with his cock. It looked so big and I had to know how big as his meaty paw joined Laurent's at my upper body.

I grabbed it with a gasp, both for how its girth felt in my hand and the attention on my boobies. Squeezing and stroking him, I gasped again when Kenny grabbed miffy and did some delightful rubbing and squeezing of his own.

"Uhh... Oh, Kenny... Ohh!"

With trembling fingers, I undid Bernie's pants, pulling them down so I could get to the strained buttons of his boxers. He twitched when my fingers made contact with the awkwardly pointed thing, but I kept going. The top button allowed me to see a lot of it, but the lower one opened his shorts so that his nine fat inches sprang out of their own accord. It got even harder and longer as I watched in awe, speechless as something warm and wet touched the side of my face. Staring at his dark, sweaty meat, I took no notice when the touch to my face persisted, becoming light slapping and rubbing as I took Bernie's cockhead in my fingers, closing my little hand around it for a few squeezie-pumps.

"Ohh... Ohh, miffy!"

Ken's work between my legs was driving me wild, making my pelvis dance wantonly with his hand as I felt my legs being spread further. I managed to look away from Bernie's cock, only to come face to face with the head of another hard cock. This was what had been rubbing and gently slapping my face. The fine string of his sticky pre-cum that connected his cockhead and my nose broke, landing across my lips a second before his tip brushed them. My body undulated sharply to a sudden wave of pleasure from Kenny's hand while Donny shoved his cock into my mouth and I came right there.

They loved it, grabbing and pulling at me all the more as I gyrated on my stool. Donny moved closer, taking the back of my head and forcing me down further on him while Kenny rubbed me all better. I choked, writhed and slurped until it was over, relaxing completely as their hands kept me mutually positioned.

I was pulled away from Donny by Bernie, slowly guiding my face to his big dong and suggesting, "Lick my big fuckin' cock, girlie."

"Ohh-h... big cock..."

I'd worked up some pre-cum, adding it to his slickened, rock hard condition while stroking him before tasting his shaft with my tongue. Seconds later, I was cleaning him with it, supporting it with one hand while trying to pull his pants down further with my other.

"Ah, fuck!" he breathed, really enjoying me. "Suck it. Oh god, put it in your fuckin' mouth..."

He took me by the hair at the back of my head, close to the scalp while he took his long, thick meat with his other. I knew what was coming and didn't even resist when his head stretched my lips wide.

"Mmm- Gmmmpf!? ... Slppff-ff, mmmpf!" I offered as he forced my head down on him.

I sucked like a good little whore and the mouthful of cum I received came a lot sooner than I would have expected, perhaps only given his size. This didn't diminish my surprise, or my indecision as to whether or not I should swallow.

When he was done, I sat upright again, my entire body being groped at these men's will now as my mouthful of cum ran out, over my chin and down my chest with a lot of my saliva. It was soon spread all over my boobies by their hands and I giggled while somebody opened the front of my pants.

A minute later, I was pulled off my stool and another cock was being shoved into my mouth as I stood on my feet, bent over for it. This time it was Laurent's and his hand held my head there in the same fashion Bernie had, but he let me suck his average length as I would.

Their hands were all over my bum and miffy, squeezing here, rubbing there. They pulled my pants down and groaned at the sight of my red thong before they pulled me off of Laurent. Now all their cocks were out and I said nothing when they removed my pants the rest of the way, neither when they sat me back on my stool, reclining way back against Laurent, and spread my legs.

They drooled at miffy, barely covered by red lace. Laurent reached over and pulled it aside and they all moaned at my soaked, spread lips. It was a funny moment broken by Bernie, eyes as wide as mine, when he casually touched my clitoris, erect and poking lewdly from her hood.

"Uh-hh... Oh!"

I was soaked and they all watched me cry out in restrained frenzy as he slowly rubbed my oversensitive button.

"Ohh- Ohh! Ohhh!?"

Laurent held me as they spread my thighs even wider. Donny stuck his finger up miffy and I yelped, squirming as Laurent went back to playing with my boobies. Another finger went up inside miffy while Kenny stepped up and shoved his pre-cum dripping cock into my mouth as unceremoniously as the others had.

"Ub-mmm! (slurp!) Awmp!- ummmph!"

They made me cum again. I jumped and jerked, able to yelp when Kenny pulled himself out of my mouth and squirted a big blast of cum all over the side of my face with a high pitched groan. He shot more across the bridge of my nose and another few heavy shots to the side of my face before we both petered out.

He put it in my mouth again while I tried to collect myself, but the tongue that was suddenly invading miffy made that impossible. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying this perverted fantasy come true until somebody poked a warm, wet finger up my bum and I let out a squawk.




Sera Ch. 12



Steven

Leaving Kitten to her own devices, I led Lacey to the end of the bar, around and behind it. Of course, Martina was there, hand down her pants and staring at the boner in mine.

"Lacey, pull her pants down. Take them right off."

"Ohhhh, oooh, yes... mm- my pants..." Martina agreed.

Lacey stepped forward and knelt to do the job, hooking her thumbs in the fallen waistband of Martina's casual slacks. The auburn haired woman seductively wriggled out of them while dipping two fingers into herself, groaning as her palm pressed her clit in slow circles. I grabbed her tits and she responded instantly, coming in for a kiss while Lacey worked her pants to her knees and down.

I pulled her panties down at the front, Lacey staring up at her bartender's sopping pussy. The tangled undergarment fell to her knees and lacey removed them as well.

"Ohh! Ohhh... "Ohh-h, fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" Martina graveled.

Her nice round ass jerked and thrust backward several times as her eyes rolled, hand working furiously as her other held her balance on the dishwasher. She grunted and groaned in erotic display I'd never forget as she repeatedly squirted Lacey in the face.

When Martina was done, moaning and leaning on me, Lacey only looked up at us with a stunned expression.

"How'd you like that, Lacey?" I asked with a short laugh at the end that I couldn't help.

"Uhh... I... don't know."

"Well, help me off with my pants and we'll see about that."

By the time she'd done this, I'd removed my shirt. Martina was mostly recovered and looking at the bulge in my gray boxer briefs and the large, dark wet spot at its tip.

An exclamation from the other side of the bar made me look in time to see Ken shoving his cock into Kitten's mouth. There was surprise in her wide eyes, but mostly pleasure as she slowly squirmed to something one of them was obviously doing between her legs.

Martina's hand on my cock brought me back to my two immediate concerns. I moaned at her slow, stroking touch while Lacey, still on her knees, stared up at this in awe.

"H- how do you feel about sucking cock, Lacey?" I asked with a dirty grin.

"Well, it's not very Christian."

Martina and I laughed aloud at this, the bartender now pulling my underwear down to let my rod free. Lacey's eyes widened when it almost hit her in the face.

"So, you've never sucked a cock?" Martina asked in sexual delirium.

"No. It's wrong."

"Suck it anyway," I told her.

Obediently, she reached up and took it in her hand. It seemed both Martina and I held our breath until she calmly rose higher on her knees and, gripping my shaft, slowly covered my head with her lips.

"Ohh, fuck yeah," Martina sighed. "Suck that cock. Suck it."

"Mmmm- (slurp) mmm..."

"Use your tongue," I instructed, my parasite quite entertained with this.

She learned soon and I wondered if it was some kind of natural talent that women are supposed to have. Without being told, she went down further and further, soon repositioning herself on her knees to give her throat a better angle. Lewdly choking, she almost got all of me in while Martina also watched, now beginning to play her fingers in the thick patch of dark pubic hair above her snatch.

Grabbing Lacey by the hair, I hauled her face off me and looked down into her eyes, asking, "So, what do you think?"

"Sucking cock is wrong."

"But, did you like it?"

"Yes."

"Then get back at it."

"Umbb... mmm... (slu-urp)"

"Ohhh, fuck... she's good," I told Martina.

"Uh hu-uh..." she agreed, slowly rubbing circles around her clitoris. "She looks like she is."

A minute later, Martina was getting close again, but not as close as I was. With my heart almost leaping out of my chest, the first release of my jism was an otherworldly relief as it filled Lacey's mouth. I huffed, grunting and puffing while Martina's tits heaved beside me, her voice rising while she watched Lacey choke, swallowing out of necessity as my jism messily spewed from her lips and even her nose as though a jism bomb exploded inside her head. The orgasm felt so good, my balls ached by the time I was done, feeling winded like I'd just done several competitive laps in the pool.

Lacey wore a shell-shocked expression when I withdrew, coughing as my cum ran from her open mouth and down her naked chest. Martina was just as stunned, neither one of them ready for my freakish, parasitic ability.

"Uhhkk... hhhh... Oh my god..." lacey crooned.

"Nu- Now how do y' like it?" I asked.

"Ahhhhhh?"

"Have you ever sucked pussy?"

"Noooooo," she whined. "That's wronn-ng."

I backed Martina up to the small dishwasher and helped her up on its top. Still amazed by the load I shot into the older woman's mouth, she fed me a giddy smile as she spread her legs, turning back to Lacey when she was positioned.

"Do it anyway, lacey. Suck and lick her pussy."

"Oh-h (cough) uhh, my..." she fretted, rising from her knees to advance on Martina's sex anyway. "(gasp) uh... Mmmlllamm... Mmmm... Oh, ulmmm- (slurp) mmmm."

Moving to the side of the dishwasher, I slipped my still hard cock into Martina's mouth. She had no problems with this, grabbing my offering by its base so she could better feed it to herself, tickling and rubbing my balls with her other hand.

Lacey was more into her work at this point, holding Martina's thighs as she sucked and slurped noisily. There was no question that Martina was loving it but, since her mouth was otherwise engaged, I decided to make sure she was getting quality.

"Lick her clit, Lacey. Lick her clit and finger her."

This was indeed better for Martina, but not quite enough for me.

"Come on, you fuckin' lesbo, suck that clit and make her cum."

Martina soon began yelping around my meat in orgasm, squirting lacey again as she just kept going, never having been told to stop. Martina herself stopped her, hauling her away from her crotch before she could overload on pleasure. The previously innocent wife of Don now stood before us doused in our juices.

She sighed as I caressed her ass, starting at the top and softly rubbing to the bottom of her cheeks. Staring at the darkened trails of our juices on the front of Lacey's panties, Martina let my cock out of her mouth and smiled at Lacey. Lacey smiled crookedly back and watched Martina's hand reach out and slip itself down the front of her panties.

"Uhhh! Oh! ... Oooh!"

Martina laughed softly as she groped the defiled brunette. I pulled the back of her panties down and went feeling about myself, both our explorations really making her mewl and squirm. They were soon around her ankles, then only one ankle after I encouraged her knee to the top of the freezer. Our hostess removed her fingers obligingly for my cock, even helped me guide it inside Lacey's wet pussy from behind.

"Ahhhhh!?"

"Oh, yeah," Martina breathed, rubbing Lacey's clit and pinching one of her nipples. "fuck her good."

"Ahhhh! Awwwww! Aww! Ahhhhh!!?"

I pushed all the way in somewhat easily, grinding her mercilessly when I was buried as deep as I could go. She squealed and yipped, crying out urgently with each thrust when I started banging her. Martina loved it, holding her in place as surely as I was while flicking Lacey's clitoris.

My hands on her hips, I pumped at a rhythm that I liked, pulling her into me with each thrust, going at her until I decided I wanted to sample Martina.

"Nnn-oooooh..." Lacey moaned as I pulled out, looking back at me.

"You like that?" I panted.

"Y- yesss. Ohh-h, oh, god yes, I..."

"Come taste yourself."

She inhaled sharply at this, looking at my hardness that shone with her juices, in awe at the idea of it, but obediently sank to her knees to begin sucking and licking herself from my pole, efficiently cleaning me. She took it in her hand, sucking harder and Martina laughed.

"I'd say she likes sucking cock," she observed.

"Soon, she'll be licking you off it," I told her, pulling her forward so that her pelvis hung over the edge of the freezer.

Separating myself from the brunette, I turned and plunged inside Martina, plowing her hard enough to make her tits jiggle in her top, burying myself to her shrill note.

"Ohhh, fuck! Ohh, fuck, ye- Uhh!"

Shortly after I began fucking Martina, I couldn't help a short, gasping laugh when lacey voluntarily held the bartender's legs spread for me.

On the other side of the bar top, Kitten was on her back, held on her stool by the consideration of Don. Her pants were gone, legs straight up in the air while Laurent held her shoulders and played with her tits. Don was pulling what looked like a red thong up her legs and off, the flimsy thing tossed into the darkness as her legs were spread wide.

Kenny was just then pulling what looked like a softening penis from her mouth, this becoming more likely when I saw the heavy string of jizz that crossed the bridge of her nose. Don went down on her, making her cry out in pleasure as the rest of them groped and played with her as they would.

I looked back to Lacey, noting her interest in watching Martina's experience. I slowed and pulled out of her, turning slightly towards Lacey and, sure enough, she went down without being told, licking and sucking Martina from my cock with pleasure. I could only spare a sideways glance as the crowd on the other side of the bar carried kitten further off into the gloom.



Kitten

I thought I was in seventh heaven, abandoned to their whims as their hands, tongues and lips defiled my naked body. They took turns sucking miffy, playing with my clitoris and fingering my bum while they also grabbed my boobies. I didn't have to tense a muscle when they lifted me from my supported pose on the barstool and hurriedly carried me to one of the dark tables near the small stage. I was placed on my back, moaning as someone's mouth attacked my boobies, as someone else spread my legs again.

I don't know why I was surprised to feel a cockhead positioning itself at miffy, but I was. In a sense, it was like losing my virginity and a part of me, the simple girl from Langley, franticly protested what was about to happen, what had been happening. She, however, was outvoted by a different, latent, more open attitude towards my conduct. This attitude, a sort of alternative viewpoint if you will, thrilled to the excitement of feeling a strange prick worming its way up inside me and very much enjoyed the idea of these four men treating me like a whore. It was release.

I jerked and squealed, arching my back as they held me down, finally able to enjoy having whatever innocence I had left taken from me as somebody came in my face. Soon after that, miffy was full and I gasped and groaned to the feel. Someone shoved their cock into my mouth and I soon figured it had to be the guy that just came as I sucked the residual seamen from his softening tool, the hard one inside me drawing out to my busy moan to begin fucking me like I wanted.

The dick in my mouth grew limp, but somebody was pinching my nipples just perfectly as a fresh, hard pole was shoved down my throat. The guy between my legs got going faster and faster, my cries louder and louder until we both came. He yelped something about how tight I was as I screamed around the cock in my mouth, miffy filling with cum as the man responsible shuddered violently.

Somebody took his place and, through my own post orgasmic mentality, I could tell it had to be Bernie by the size. He was as patient in gaining access to miffy as I was when gaining access to his will and I loved it. Soon, the sound of his thighs slapping my bum accented his groans as I kept sucking whoever it was. I didn't care, didn't even want to know as he jerkily fucked my face.

Bernie lasted about as long inside miffy as he did in my mouth. He repeated a hoarse cry, pumping her full as I deep throated an entire cock, the man's balls resting on my face. I worked my throat and tongue the best I could, desperate for him to cum like this, and I wasn't disappointed.

They took turns at me, soon spreading my bum cheeks and prodding my flower with their curious and slippery tools. It was the ultimate and I made no more move to stop them here than I did when they wanted miffy. In fact, I remember trying to laugh about it ten minutes later with a cock in my mouth, another in my bum and still another filling miffy as I realized that one of my oldest fantasies had just come true.

I lost myself, no longer thinking of who, what, when, where or why and it was a surprise when I was pulled from the table by Stevie some time later. He was dressed and grinning down on me as he held my naked body fast. I only then noticed how everybody else was also getting dressed. Soon after that, wiped somewhat clean with Martina's cotton shirt and dressed in only my pants and buttoned jacket, he was helping me across the parking lot. Both of us were laughing excitedly at what we'd done, the amazing thing we were getting away with, the filthy and forbidden thrills we took and so much enjoyed. It was like a million Christmas mornings all at once.

By the time we checked through the gatehouse, we were both more subdued, neither of us making a move to get out of the car once we sat safe and sound inside Auntie Ashleigh's courtyard. It was ten to two by my watch and our windows were down as we sat there silently for a little while, looking at the front of our auntie's impressive home in the thick, lazily rolling clouds of fog.

"They're probably wondering where we are," I finally presumed.

He only shrugged in reply. I loved this.

"Um... have you ever done anything like that before?"

He didn't answer, only continued gazing vacantly across the courtyard.

" ... I haven't. Not really," I amended, remembering what happened in Auntie Ashleigh's apartments.

"How do you feel about it now that we're sitting here?" he asked.

"OMG," I replied.

He laughed silently and I smiled as I watched, noting an odd, regretful tone to his attitude as he replied, "Well, just wait till you sober up."

"Yeah, well... I'm like you. I don't often allow that to happen these days."

"Why's that?"

I shrugged, thinking of Gina, Daddy, Auntie Peggy and everything else that my Stevie would bring an end to.

He shook his head, relieving me of the question, but saying, "It's going on three thirty and I'm coming down. I can't let that happen right now, and maybe you shouldn't either. Right now."

"Why?"

"Because you won't be in charge then. She will."

This was the thing he said that really got to me. It smothered my mind with the weight of its meaning as we entered the house, the unsettling reality that I was not I persisting all the way up to the apartment wing. We saw nobody other than a maid on the way and, when we stood in front of my apartment door, I looked down, still processing his words and their ramifications.

We looked each other in the eyes and I fell into him, he into me. Immediately, I knew his feelings, his instinctual attraction, his helpless love for me as well as the lust and perversion that so enjoyed seeing me used the way I was at the hotel lounge. I swooned, allowing him to take over the spell as I relaxed in it until it was over and we were kissing passionately.

"(Gasp!) Oh, Stevie... I have to... God damned Gina..."

His arms felt so perfect around me, the man and lover who was just like me in all the ways that counted, the man who no other could ever replace, not even Daddy. He let me go and we gazed at each other again, smiling, me almost not even hearing when he spoke.

"We need to get together tomorrow."

"Yeah. Umm, I gotta... Gina..."

"I know. ... Kitten, I love you."

It felt as though my face hosted the biggest smile of my life.

"I love you too. But we knew that about each other."

"Yeah. We're gonna be a team."

" ... Not until you tell me the rest of what you know," I suddenly teased.

His surprise was complete as I naughtily grabbed his hardened manhood before slipping inside my door.



Sera Ch. 13



Steven

Once away from Kitten and in my room, I downed the rest of the whiskey, about a half pint I figured, enough to keep my parasite in the driver's seat. Leaning against my kitchenette counter, I remembered how it wasn't that long ago that I didn't even like the taste of alcohol. Less than five minutes later, I was in the shower with a cold beer and other things on my mind.

"Oh my fuck, you used Martina and Lacey every which way but Sunday."

"I figured I'd let them do Sunday with each other."

"I couldn't believe Kitten."

"Why? She's just like we are."

"I know, that's what I couldn't believe."

Look, you might wanna start thinking about that. What you used to see as extreme is pretty realistic for us, given our sex drive and what we like."

"What you like."

"You liked watching her get ganged as much as I did."

"Fuck... I hope she's okay with it once she sobers up."

"I got a feeling she will be one way or another."

"How's that?"

"Just a hunch. You know, she's more mine than yours when she's drinking."

"That's stupid."

"Not at all. If both you and Kitten quit drinking, you and all your almighty morals and inhibitions would be back in charge, same as her. Neither of you would know what to do with each other because the real attraction is between me and your other cousin. See?"

" ... Yes..."

"In fact, you two would probably never even see each other again over what happened at the hotel."

" ... So, what's your fuckin' point?" I asked myself.

"Nothing, I'm just saying."

"Well, I'm just saying, shut up."

"What's your problem? Thanks to me, we got both Mum and Kitten dealt with. I'd think you'd be happy, but if you're just gonna bitch about it, allow me to point out that it took me less than twelve hours to do it after it took you... how many days to do exactly nothing?"

"If you think either Mum or Kitten are dealt with, you'd best think again."

"Tell me it isn't two giant strides in the right direction," my parasite challenged in reply. "Furthermore, I've satisfied Ashleigh's demands. Kitten is now aware of her nature, and now our long lost and mysterious aunt no longer has any excuse for keeping us in the dark about what she knows. If I were you, I'd be expecting another family meeting soon."

" ... I'll give you that."

"Damned right."

"Just keep in mind that sometimes giant strides come at a cost," I grimly reminded. "In particular, I'm wondering how long it'll be before Kitten finds out how she got kick-started, then puts two and two together to figure out how it could have happened to me."

"Let Ashleigh explain it."

"That won't change her reaction."

"Look, you need to accept that sometimes there's just nothing you can do and have some faith that you'll be able to deal and that things will work out. Trust me, alright?"

"Can we just go to bed?" I wearily sighed.

"I wanna stay in here a little longer. So nice and warm."

"Just till the beer's gone, then bed."

"Deal."

I said no more about it, thinking instead of a new and uncertain future with Kitten. The four of us. Six, if you count Mum. Good god.

This was more or less the thought in mind when I distractedly walked into my bedroom after I'd dried off, towel wrapped around my waist and screaming, "Baaaaaa-fuuuuuckk!!" when I was greeted by the unexpected sight of Kitten in my bed. Stanley the cat, who'd been curled up between her tits as she pet him, bolted in a frenzied panic as she jumped a foot and screamed in return. This is when I realized that, in fact, it wasn't Kitten, but Sheila, causing me to yell again.

"What the fuck!?" I begged when we were done, holding on to the doorframe as she lay with her hand covering her eyes, chest heaving with the fright I'd given her.

Once she was over it, she explained in a patient, level voice, "I thought I'd surprise you."

"Wh- Well, how'd you even get in?" I demanded, trying to catch my breath.

"I picked the lock and, oh my god, you're as paranoid as your mother!"

"Picked-? ... Jesus, what do you mean you picked my lock? Who... who does that?"

"I do. And how else was I going to get in after you locked it?"

At this, she removed her hand from her eyes and looked at me as though I ought to know better. Sitting up, the sheets fell away to reveal the low cut, skimpy white lace nightie she wore. 'She looked awesome' was a blinding understatement, even with her black eye, but to break into my apartment? Really?

"O-kay," I allowed as she reached for a glass of white wine on my nightstand. "So, what's happening?"

"Nothing, I just thought we'd hang out and talk about the meeting. Where've you been anyway?"

Dropping to a seat on the foot of the bed with my back to her, I wondered what Kitten would think if she knew about this little visit as I rubbed my eyes and replied, "Out proving a point. What's been going on here? Apart from you breaking into my apartment, I mean."

"Oh, stop it, I didn't even snoop around. I like you, remember? (Giggle!)"

"Oh boy."

"Like I said, I just wanted to hang out and chat. And... maybe some sex?"

"Just because Ashleigh told Mum and Kitten that was okay doesn't totally mean it's okay, y'know."

"As far as I'm concerned, it was okay before she said that. Hell, if Kathy can have you, I sure as hell can. I still can't believe what a hypocritical bitch she's being."

"How do you feel about Kitten?"

"You mean since the fight, or the meeting?" Sheila asked.

I turned around, putting my feet up to sit Indian style on the bed as I answered, "Both. You two seemed to get pretty friendly."

"Don't mistake that for anything it isn't, kid. I'm a sexual deviant and so is she, that's it. As for the fight, I won."

"She told me you said you'd make me forget all about her."

" ... Uh, well I kinda did say that," she admitted with a quiet, sorry smile of deceptive innocence. "I was only trying to get her going,"

"Well... I'm getting closer to her. Quite close, actually."

"Oh. Mind sharing?"

"She'd probably get mad."

"No way! You're not gonna tell me?"

"You know there's this thing between me and her, Sheila. It's serious."

"But- Okay, I can't understand how you can be so serious about that little freak, but yes, I know you two have a thing. That doesn't mean you can't tell me, does it?"

"I'd feel like I was telling tales out of school."

"I've told you about my exploits," she pointed out.

"Look, this is pretty crazy stuff, she probably wouldn't wa-"

"Oooh, if it's crazy, you have to tell me," she said, getting out from under the covers.

She was grinning as she crawled towards me, the hem of her nightie as short as the neckline was low. She stopped on her knees in front of me so I could look right down the top of it, then gave me a kiss.

"Tell me."

"Sheila, c'mon, I-"

"(Smerp)"

"Oh my god, this won't change my-"

"(Smooch)"

She hardened me in seconds, chuckling at the sudden tent pole under the towel. I tried to stop her hand, but it was too late.

"Ohh, yesss," she breathed, gripping my now throbbing meat and pulling the towel away with her other hand.

I didn't even try to stop her from going down on me. She licked and sucked, not like she did during the meeting, but in a quicker, lighter fashion that was meant to tease, promising more upon co-operation. Being in a position to personally vouch for what more was available, I decided to co-operate.

 

Kitten

Gina was there waiting for me, but that was no surprise. Standing just inside my foyer, I recalled how Stevie had told her to forget the events in the library and to go wait for me in my apartment. She was asleep on my couch, still dressed only in her bra and panties and looked quite peaceful, staying that way as I tread quietly to my kitchenette. Mr. Sparkles intercepted me there with a mewl that I quieted with a bowl of milk and a petting.

Making myself a stiff drink, I grabbed him and headed for my balcony with a careful eye on Gina until I slipped out the crack I made with the sliding door behind the floor length drapes. Soon settled in with my chair tipped, feet on the railing and Mr. Sparkles in my lap, I was alone in the fog with my thoughts.

At first, they whirled in my head, disjointed facts, data chips of claims and experiences that had no connection until, one by one, they started to touch down, forming an overall picture I could get my senses around.

The first bit of mental data that I got plugged in was the fact that this parasite that Stevie had told me about was no joke and no hoax. It was every bit as real as the events at the hotel that proved it so, and that I had it. All Burchells had it.

The next data I had to plug in was that there were two people inside of me. This, I had trouble with, especially the fact that, as I sat there, this parasite was the one in charge, the actual 'I' that I speak of here. It was confusing, frightening, yet I knew it was true on some instinctual level that I'd been feeling since that orgasm that Auntie Ashleigh and I had shared...

"OMG..." I hissed in the fog. "That's when it... started. I felt different ever since then."

My jaw sagged as I zeroed my parasitic ability down to that event, remembering how I swooned when I looked into her eyes.

"It was her. Auntie Ashleigh and that orgasm."

"This is crazy," I whispered in reply.

"You know it isn't."

"I... I wish I could talk to Daddy right now."

" ... Daddy would never understand."

My thoughts began to whirl again before that different quality in myself, the parasite that Auntie Ashleigh had awakened, brought order again with a confidence and understanding born of me, but which I never knew I possessed.

"Things have changed. This is what Auntie Ashleigh meant when she said we face a crossroads."

"Thanks to her."

"No. You know better than that. You weren't happy in Langley and you didn't see that changing. Now you know why you weren't happy, why you were so different in all your little ways... Now you know who Sheila really was."

I didn't want to answer to that.

"And let's not forget Stevie. He's ours and we're going to have him, no matter what. I say we team up with him, but I want to hear the rest of what he knows, 'cause I know he's still holding stuff back."

"But, what are we going to do about Gina?" I fretted.

"Well... let's not forget a certain latent charisma."

"We should get him to help us with her, or maybe Auntie Ashleigh or Auntie Kathleen."

"Maybe. Then again, maybe we should just deal with our own business. Wouldn't you say that Gina is our own business?"

"Well, yeah. But what about Daddy and... everything?"

"Trust me."

 

Steven

"And so," I sighed, closing the story for my wide eyed audience, "there they are, licking my cum off each other's face while I'm trying to stand straight, cause it was one of those real good ones, ya know?"

"Yes."

"I look off to my right and the rest of them are still taking turns at kitten, banging the shit out of her and she's wailing to beat the band, just loving it and keeping me totally hard. A couple minutes later, I've got everyone closed up and I'm getting her up off the table, dressed and back to her senses so we can get the fuck outta there."

She was quiet for a bit, but finally said, "Oh, wow. Oh my god... Has Kathy ever done anything like this?"

"Oh yeah."

"Oh my god. Um... tell me more about this ability."

"Sheila, c'mon, it's late."

"What are you doing tomorrow that you need your rest so badly?" she teased.

"Oh, god, I just went through all this with Kitten and-"

So, go through it again with me!"

"But I just wanna go to bed. Just suck me and let me go to bed, okay?"

"Nope. You tell me what I wanna know, then I suck you.

" ... Wait till I get a beer," I dismally gave in.

"No, I'll get it for you," she said, bounding off the bed with a smile and the energy of any teen. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

She returned with two beer, one for each of us and handed me one before getting settled on the bed across from me, sitting Indian style.

"No panties, Aunt Sheila?" I asked, checking out the moist and ready pussy my cock ached for.

She smiled teasingly and answered, "You're a big boy, I'm sure you can take it."

I sighed, gave her a smile and began relating to her what I knew of the parasite, telling her everything I told kitten with the extra content of being kick started by sex with Mum included but, as with Kitten's version, subtracting the part about how Mum had killed Marie. It wasn't too detailed, given the hour, but it was enough to inform her of what was going on with the rest of her family, particularly at the family meeting we'd just had. When I finished, she was silent for a while, probably adding it all up to her own experiences before she finally spoke.

"I wonder why I can't do it," she asked herself as much as me.

"I don't know, but you're also invulnerable to it."

"I wasn't when I was a kid. Those memories of the things she made us do are partly responsible for the questions I began asking, the reason I ended up at that nursing home in Saint John looking for answers from Mum."

"Don't ask me," I told her, holding up my hands, "It's like I told Kitten, I don't have all the answers, just a head start on getting them. Now that Kitten's been brought up to speed, I imagine Ashleigh will be filling us in where she can."

"Why didn't you tell me this stuff before?"

"Because telling you this down in the cave, or while ambling about the house wasn't exactly the private setting I'd have preferred.

"I suppose. Did you tell Kitten about you and your Mum getting down each other's pants?"

"Fuck, no."

"You should have, she'd probably enjoy hearing about it."

"She'll figure it out sooner or later anyway."

"Well, she'll still want details. I want details."

"I know you do," I said with a smile.

"Tell me something."

"Sheila," I groaned.

"Tell meeee!"

"(Sigh!) ... We once had a sixty-nine in front of our landlord in order to pay the rent."

"Ooooh... I'd love to see you two getting dirty with one another. Does she suck cock like me?"

"Don't ever tell her I told you, but you're better."

She loved this and gave me a wet, affectionate kiss, grabbing my cock again to show her gratitude.

"But yeah, she's damned good."

"I bet she just loves all that cum you spill all over those bit fuckin' titties, huh?"

I laughed a little, looking away as she brought up something else.

"As I've said, I've been aware of this attraction between you and Kitten, and I understand how you say it's reinforced through this parasite, but there's something you should know about her."

"What's that?"

"She's like me. More than she'd care to admit. No matter her innocence, it's just a matter of time for her, and your little romp at the hotel proves it."

I couldn't reply to this, knowing it was true, accepting the fact that I was going to end up with a woman who would have no inhibitions or limitations. Of course, while my parasite was in charge, it was a lot easier to accept things like that, wasn't it? As long as he was in charge, I'd be encouraging it.

"Have you two had sex yet?"

"No. And..."

"And what?"

"I feel like I gotta be careful with you until that happens. It'd be like letting her down if things went too far between us before she and I get the chance."

"Sooo... out of respect for her, you're waiting to fuck her first, then her mother?"

"I don't mean it to sound like th-"

Her laughter cut me off. I sighed, rolled my eyes with a smile and waited for her to stop before saying, "I know it's fucked, but this is a fucked up family. When the holes turn square, it sooner or later becomes pointless to keep using the round peg, no matter what you end up fucking with it."

"How profound."

"Thanks."

"No, I'm serious, it is. But look, don't worry about it, okay? I'm not offended, just impatient, especially now that Ashleigh told them about us."

"What do you mean?"

"Uh, you were at the meeting; what part of 'open season on Steven' did you not understand?"

I grabbed her crotch and squeezed gently, making her inhale with a pleasured sound as her eyes closed.

"Yeah, Mum likes that too."

"Ohhh... yesss..."

"I've been rethinking a few things lately," I told her, "my sex life being one of them."

"Ohh!"

"Kitten will end up being my wife- I know that even if my other side won't accept it- yet that didn't stop either one of us from enjoying what happened last night."

"Uff-f- Oh!"

"And, since I've already fucked my own mother, I sure as hell have no problem fucking you, other than the one that it creates between Kitten and I."

"Ooooh! Squi- squeeze mu-! ... Uhh-hh!"

"So, while Ashleigh declares open season on me, just know that, from my perspective, it's open season on all four of you as well."

"Oooh, fuuuck!"

Suddenly slipping two fingers up inside her, my thumb began rubbing her erected clitoris while I said, "So, rest assured that I will fuck you, but in my own time."

She came, both her little hands on my forearm as she bucked and moaned. The strange, submissive expression in her eyes was unexpected, though I'd have been surprised if I'd seen anything else in them right then. It was in keeping with the rest of her expression when I forced her down on me.

 

Kitten

I woke up in my bed again, this time remembering how I got there. Gina had roused me from sleep out on the balcony as the sky began lightening up in the east. We both sleepily went inside, curling up with one another without a word.

Lying there in the morning, the next thing I remembered was the strange heritage that had been explained and proven to me in the hotel lounge. Then I remembered my so-called behaviour there. These memories ushered in a notation of how distressingly sober I was along with the most awful suspicions of how Daddy would look at me if he knew what I'd done.

"Oh my god," I said aloud in shock, waking Gina.

"Mmmm... mornin' slutty..."

I couldn't answer, but managed a pasted smile, closing my eyes so as not to accidently catch her in my Jedi spell.

"Your breath is horrible," she informed me, yawning afterward. "Where were you last night, anyway?"

Turning on my back, I sighed, "Out with Stevie."

" ... Out?" she asked with that old concern in her tone, my mind shrilling behind my calm eyelids.

"To a bar."

"Really?" she asked doubtfully. "He's not even old enough to get in, is he?"

"He's got a fake ID. Smutty?"

"Yes?"

"Umm... did you enjoy our game of pool last night?"

"Yes. Did you?"

"Uh huh. Who won?"

" ... I don't remember. Actually, I don't remember coming back here, either."

"You had a lot to drink," I misinformed.

"Yeah... I must have."

"We both did."

Minutes later, standing in the bathroom, I gaped at the used up looking mess that was me. I was ashamed, yet awestruck that I'd sunk to such a depth, miffy moistening at the memory of how it felt when they pulled my pants down and away. Noticing a large clot of dried cum in my hair, my eyes widened as I wondered how Gina missed it in bed. I stripped out of my rumpled clothing, grimacing about the loss of my top and panties as miffy got wetter, and got into the shower before Gina could wake up and smell the sex.

As soon as I stepped under the hot spray, it activated a layer of filth, turning it to a slimy film under my hands that eventually washed away. I was so ashamed of myself when I masturbated to the memory of Kenny pushing his cock into my mouth, actually flushing in the shower while trying to keep my vocals down during my orgasm.

And I had no idea what I was going to say to Gina. I had no idea how I'd ever even eat breakfast with her, let alone converse with her. My trip to the bathroom had been a reason to get away from her so I could try to deal in the small comfort of privacy, but I knew I'd need more time than what I could possibly take in the shower. Regardless of this, every single grooming operation I could think of had been carefully and thoroughly carried out before I left that bathroom, and my reward was Gina's absence.




Sera Ch. 13



It was just past noon and the remaining clouds of fog I'd noticed outside my bedroom window when I got up were burning off as the sun prepared for an indefinite assault upon the land and all its inhabitants. I pulled the curtains from the sliding balcony door, moving that large plate of glass aside to let the air in. Standing there naked, the breeze coming into my apartment felt great as it cooled bare miffy, but I wanted a drink and I had to get on with my hair and makeup.

A quick trip to the kitchenette preceded my return to the bathroom with a tall, strong glass of vodka and milk. I took my time with my makeup, suspecting that Gina had gone to her apartment to get ready, then maybe down to the kitchen for our brunch.

This turned out to indeed be the case. I was finished with my face and just getting on my hair when I heard someone come through my foyer. Sure enough, it was Gina with our breakfast and, now that I'd had a chance to get some vodka down my throat, the guilty memories of all the strange cocks that had also been down there recently didn't sting so much. Yes, I dealt quite well as we ate in the bathroom while I continued at my hair. Gina seemed her usual self again as we spoke of nothing in particular before eventually turning to the night before.

"So, Steven's got a fake ID?"

"As I understand, everybody his age does these days."

"He's only three years younger than you."

I shrugged with a little smile, holding my curling iron in one hand while loading my fork with hash browns with the other.

"So, did you two... you know?"

I'd been keeping my eyes away from hers all morning, learning the techniques that Stevie mentioned, and now I looked her between the eyes in the mirror, seeing her expression. She'd been like this the day before, acting like everything was fine, but a new awareness now picked up on it. She was patronizing me, allowing me to feel comfortable and talkative with her open attitude.

At the same time, I took note of her attire, remembering that I'd told her to be more liberal in her choice of clothing. She wore a pair of khaki shorts that looked like they came out of Martha Stewart's suitcase, but they did look nice on her and at least they weren't slacks. A bright yellow, short sleeved blouse was left open at the neck, but still buttoned far enough to be called decent. She wore her hair up in a carefree, cool do that kept it off of her neck and chose a pair of tan deck shoes that she'd owned since forever.

I took my eyes away, all this having passed through my mind in an instant, replying, "If I said that something did happen between us... what would you most want to hear?"

As I'd planned, this knocked her off balance, but my laugh only revealed naughty innocence as I settled her double edged worries with a white lie.

"No, smutty. Me and Stevie never did anything with each other."

" ... (Ahem) Well, what did you do at this bar?"

"We talked and stuff. He told me some Burchell family secrets."

"Oh? Any juicy stuff you can share?"

"Ummm... Apparently, our grandmother was a very unpleasant person to be around."

"You told me."

"What I told you was told to me by Auntie Kathleen. What Stevie told me was... detailed."

"In what way?"

"She used to lock Auntie Kathleen and Sheila in their dark basement for hours on end when they were little, asking them through the door if the monsters had eaten their arms yet."

"Oh my god."

"Really, eh? She also had this demented game where she'd hold a pillow over their faces..."

"Holy shit," Gina expressed in a low voice, her fork paused in its rise to her pretty mouth. "That'd explain Sheila's behaviour. So, what ever happened to the crazy bitch?"

"Stevie told me she had a heart attack and died," I answered. "Sounds like good riddance, yet I'd wish I had the chance to meet her."

"I'd say the five of you are enough."

She said it lightly, meaning absolutely nothing by it just before filling her mouth with deep fried, diced potato, a simple dish that I knew she was incapable of preparing. Her deceptive attitude was beginning to piss me off and little comments like that, no matter how innocently meant, didn't go over well.

"Gina?"

She looked at me with an encouraging smile and I asked, "Do you think I've changed since I've been here?"

She hesitated, her expression saying so much more than any lie could have, silently screaming an overwhelming, "YES!"

"Uh, you've been different, yeah."

"In what way?"

"I don't know. You seem more... You have a different look."

"What do you mean? You're usually a lot more specific than this," I countered, rolling the curling iron along my hair to my scalp before reaching for my fork again.

"Well, it's just that I have noticed a change in you over the last few days or so. You almost seem like a different person sometimes."

"That's silly."

"No. It's in the eyes, like with the rest of your family. Why do you ask, anyway?"

"Because you've been treating me differently lately."

"I have?" she asked, immediately defensive.

"Yes."

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about it, to ask you if anything was wrong, and... I've been quite concerned about your drinking. I noticed that they drink a lot and you've been drinking a whole lot since we've been here."

"What are you saying?"

"Just that... you might want to slow down... you know," she diplomatically suggested. "I don't mean to be a downer, but I'm wondering if all that vodka isn't the reason for why you've been acting so... unlike yourself lately. Like them. Maybe you should just slow down a bit, because you know how you are, right?"

I didn't reply, having had enough alcohol already to allow me to see things differently as I cleaned my plate.

"Slutty?" she prodded.

Repositioning the curling iron, I forced a thoughtful expression to cover my frown until I could force a polite smile to replace that. I straightened in my chair, sticking out my naked chest in a subtle gesture that put her eyes squarely on mine in the mirror.

 

Steven

Incredibly, Sheila swallowed every drop of my ejaculation, stroking while she guzzled it all down with her eyes closed, a feat she was quite proud of as she left me with an accomplished smile. I finally got to bed, not cracking my eyes again until twelve-thirty by the bedside clock. The fog was burning off for what looked like a scorcher and I was so sober I almost imploded when I remembered what all happened at the hotel lounge.

"Oh my fuck. Oh my... fuck..."

"Don't panic."

"Oh my fuck!"

Minutes later, I was cursing the empty whiskey bottle and reaching for the vodka, half hard at the memory of Lacey eating Martina's pussy, the other four men taking turns at Kitten.

"Fuck, what is wrong with me?"

I didn't seem to have any answers for that one. I downed some of the vile, clear fluid and began pacing the floor nervously, taking more from the bottle and finally being calmed a little by it and my oldest friend.

"You've got to stop looking at yourself like other people."

"Shut up."

"Did you honestly think that a life with Kitten will be any less fucked up than a life with Mum?"

"You're the one who let's this shit happen. I never would have allowed any of that."

"You're still not getting it. Sheila accepted what she is long ago, and that's why she's so well adjusted about it. Mum's slowly accepting that she's the same way, and now so is Kitten. You have to as well."

"But this shit only happens when you're in charge, I tried pointing out again. "And, in case you hadn't noticed, Kitten had a lot to drink last night. Stop and think about what she might be feeling right now, sober as hell and wondering 'what the fuck?'"

"I told you she'll be okay, but if you're that worried about it, the best thing we could do for her when we see her later is to tell her it's okay."

I was about to take another gulp of the vodka, looking for a way out of my guilt, but that would leave my parasite in control again, wouldn't it?

"Christ!" I hissed before taking the heaviest drink I could manage without spewing it back up again.

The matter was settled by the time my parasite left the apartment and, at that point, even I was feeling just well enough to go deal with Ashleigh.

 

Kitten

I lingered in Gina's mind, feeling her personality before I reset my curling iron and addressed her blank stare.

"From now on, you'll answer questions directly and honestly."

"Of course," she assured.

"And you'll always do what I tell you, no matter how you feel about it."

"I'll always do what you tell me."

I couldn't help but be astounded. I mean, it was really that easy, wasn't it?

"Gina, how do you feel about me?"

"I love you."

"Do you trust me?"

" ... Yes. Most of the time."

"When do you not trust me?"

"When you're in a position to do something that's not good for you."

"Is that all?"

"Uhh, sometimes I get the feeling..."

"You get what feeling?" I prodded.

"Uhh, like I don't know who you are anymore."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Like when?"

"When we argued at home and a few times since we've been here."

" ... Are you afraid of me?"

"A little."

This surprised me, more that I'd even ask the question than her answer, and I didn't know quite what to say next as I once again reset the curling iron.

"Gina..."

"Yes?"

"Have you been plotting against me?"

"No."

"But you haven't been completely straight forward when we speak lately."

"I'm trying to better understand what's going on in your head."

"Why?"

"Because I worry about you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

"I love you too, smutty."

She smiled happily about this, making it hard to be displeased with her, but I had to make sure of something just the same.

"Um, from now on, just be open with me, alright? Say what you mean and mean what you say. If I don't like it, I'll have you stop. Understand?"

"Okay," she readily agreed, still smiling. "You look so nice."

"You look very nice too, but your clothes are still pretty stuffy and boring. We'll work on that later."

Her smile was overshadowed by worry and she asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well... I've just been thinking lately, is all."

"About what?"

"Stuff. Never mind, smutty."

Her worry seemed to turn to light confusion as I watched her in the mirror, resetting my curling iron and finishing my vodka. It was so exciting, knowing that she was under my complete control, understanding that the reason for her standing there was only because I hadn't told her to move yet.

"Refill, please. Tall glass like this one, half and half vodka and milk."

"That's disgusting," she frowned as she took the drink, turning to go do my bidding. "And you really shouldn't be drinking like that."

"You have one too."

"I really shouldn't, but I'm going to have one too," she immediately told me in the same admonishing tone, making me laugh aloud. When she returned with both glasses, her worry was gone, replaced with a curious smile and a question.

"What was so funny?"

"You."

"I'm funny?" she asked, handing me my beverage.

"Yeah. Well, not really but... it's complicated. Thanks for the drink, by the way."

"You're welcome. Slutty, I think we should hang out today. We haven't been seeing much of each other and I'm concerned. And I miss you."

This was awesome. She was being totally up front with me and, so far, her obedience was absolute. I was filled with warm and cuddly feelings for her, wishing she knew how much more I loved her when she was like this.

"Unfortunately, I have to go find Stevie after I leave here, and after that I have to talk to his mummy, and then Auntie Ashleigh. Believe me, I'd love to spend some more time with you today, but this is pretty important family stuff. I hope you understand."

She was obviously disappointed, but she nodded as her eyes fell.

"Awww, smutty!" I laughed, eliciting a little smile from her. "Alright, we'll hang out, but if we meet up with family, you'll probably have to excuse us while we talk, okay?"

"Okay."

"And you have to change."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah. From now on, you're going to be dressing a lot different. Y'know something else?"

"What?"

"I think you and me are going to be getting along a lot better from here on."

 

Steven

"Done," I reported, dropping into the chair opposite Ashleigh's desk.

"What's done?"

"I brought Kitten up to speed."

"Ohhh," she said, interestedly leaning forward. "How'd that go?"

"Since she was already kick started, I naturally assumed she knew what she was doing when I walked in on her, Gina and one of your staff members."

"This sounds juicy."

"It would have been if I didn't put a stop to it. She had Gina stripped down to her underwear with your staff member's dick in her hand."

"So, why'd you put a stop to that?"

"Because Gina was spelled, and it was definitely Kitten who did it. Turns out Kitten knew there was something wrong with Gina, had figured out that she'd do whatever she was told and was playing around with her, unaware that she'd actually spelled her."

"Again, why'd you put a stop to it? I told you to leave that alone."

"No. I won't see Gina get hurt."

She said nothing as I went on with the story, but her expression clearly conveyed how she felt about my answer.

"Anyway, Thinking Mum already clued her in to what we Burchells are really all about, I went ahead and started talking to her about it, soon finding otherwise. That's when I got that she didn't have a clue, so I took her out and explained it."

"Explained it?"

"I knew I'd have to put my money where my mouth was, despite what was going on with her and Gina, so I had to go out to get access to some, uhhh... unwitting subjects. Didn't I?"

"I wish you'd told me before you did that."

"Well, now you know how it feels. So, I took her to a restaurant, spelled the waitress and told her the basics. I was going to get more into it with her once we got back here, but she had other ideas and, next thing ya know, we're in a dark little hotel lounge with six unwitting subjects."

"What happened?" she asked, even less happy now with my flippant remark about how it felt to be kept in the dark, but also more interested.

"We spelled all of them. Had a little party, closed them up and left. Most importantly to you, I gave her the outlines."

"What outlines?"

"Most everything I know about our family legacy, how I found out and what can happen to innocent people for being too close to us. Obviously, I left out the part about me and Mum fucking and how that was what kick started me, not to mention her rather bloody history."

"I should say. It's not like she won't find out these things sooner or later, but she and your mother have become very close and I wouldn't want to see that ruined because of bad timing."

"Or a loose railing."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing. You'll also be happy to know that I've encouraged her to stay here in a roundabout way."

"Oh?"

"Like I said, I told her about how some people can get hurt on account of us, and I let her know in no uncertain terms that Gina and this boyfriend back home are vulnerable to it."

"Yes, the boyfriend back home... Tell me, have you two slept together yet?"

"No."

"I thought you said you had a party."

"Yeah. Well, I guess we're still courting. The Burchell way."

"Uh huh. Well, what happened at this party?"

"We had some fun. Just not with each other."

" ... Maybe you'd like to go on up to my apartments after this. I could have her located and sent to you."

"Why your apartments?"

"Consider it an offer on my part to help make yours and Kitten's first time... memorable."

Looking her directly in the eye, I had to respect her for not putting the Jedi spell on me, but I also saw something in those sparkling dark depths. It was something that told me that accepting her offer to host mine and Kitten's next date mightn't be good for me.

"I'll think I'll pass."

"Smart boy. You seem to have that quiet way, like Dad did, but once you're comfortable, you have a very mouthy and disrespectful attitude, learned straight from your mother."

"When I start planning fatal accidents, then you can worry about what I'm learning straight from my mother," I sighed. "So, what's next? I'm assuming you're going to be calling another family meeting soon?"

"Pretty soon," she said in a restrained tone. "Speaking of your mother, I haven't seen or heard from her all morning; where is she?"

"I don't know, I just got up. Did you try her apartment?"

"No. I haven't been looking for her, I'm just saying she hasn't been around. Usually, she's out and about and, if I don't see her, I can usually hear her. Little bitch."

"We had a discussion last night," I said. "She might still be tied to the bed for all I know, but I'd assumed she could get out of that."

"Tied to the bed?"

"She pissed me off, so I sorted her out."

"Well, finally! I was wondering how much longer you were going to let her push you around. What'd you do?"

"Stuff. I forgot to ask her about Kitten, though."

"Come on up and visit me sometime, sweetie pie. You can stay in my guest room and I'll show you some stuff."

As I was getting up to go, I had to give her a smile. I still didn't completely trust her, but I just couldn't help liking her as I dodged the second invitation.

"Why don't we just invite you sometime instead?"

"You chicken," she accused with a sly smile. "Kitten would take me up on that offer."

I laughed, was about to give comment over my shoulder as I moved for the door, but I stopped so fast I almost upended. Turning around, I fixed her with a deadly serious look as she gazed back with an innocent, encouraging smile.

"Something else I can do for you, sweetie pie?"

" ... You... You did it. That's why you didn't care that Mum kick started Kitten, because it wasn't Mum, but you! What the fuck, Ashleigh!?" I demanded.

"It had to happen sooner or later, and the sooner the better. Since it wasn't very likely that Sheila would be doing it, who better but me as the head of the family to open her beautiful eyes?"

"Well, thanks so god-damned much for telling me! And why didn't you just go ahead and bring her up to speed!?"

"Because I wanted you to deal with her."

"Why!?"

"The same reason I wanted you to stand up to your mother. I wanted you to take command like Dad couldn't. You're no good to any of us if you can't and, had I told you what to do, it would have defeated the purpose, wouldn't it?"

"That is so retarded!"

"No it isn't. You need to learn to trust yourself more."

"I really don't like how you operate, Aunt Ashleigh. Not at all."

"Everything I do is for the overall and eventual betterment of this family. That includes you and, once we all get together again, we can start talking as a family. All of yours and everyone else's questions will soon be answered, and then you'll see things differently because there won't be any need for the cloaks and daggers. I promise. All you have to do is help me convince Kitten and your mother to give Sheila a chance, and be with Kitten through this change in her life, the both of you loving and learning together like you should be."

"How fuckin' romantic. What about Mum?"

" ... Tell her to be open to me, I suppose. For the most part, just being able to sit down and talk about it as a family is the biggest thing we can do for her right now. Oh, stop looking at me like that!"

 

Kitten

I'd decided to wear my favourite under bust vest, a smart gray one with a pleated, matching skirt and one of Gina's black cammies. I didn't bother with stockings and threw on my ball breakers, thinking that maybe it was time to expand my shoe horizons.




Sera Ch. 13



"Like my outfit?" I asked.

"Yes," Gina admitted. "It's a bit saucy for wearing out, though. I can kind of see right down that cammie."

"That's why I'm not wearing a bra," I replied, taking a drink.

"Oh my god, slutty. Do you really think that's wise?

"Just wait till you see what you're wearing. (Giggle)"

She came back in wearing it fifteen minutes later. My hair finally finished, I had to hand it to myself as I looked in the mirror. It wasn't often that I put that much time and effort into my makeup and hair lately, but I'd done a pretty good job.

"This one?" she asked, looking down at the tight, short sleeved, pink pullover with a buttoned V-neck.

"Yeah. Get rid of your bra."

"Oh, but... Well, alright." She doubtfully agreed."

When she was finished, her perky boobies were perfectly outlined in the close fitting top, and I instructed further, "Unbutton it. All five of them."

"But slutty... Oh, alright," she sighed, unbuttoning them for me.

"Now, those awful shorts."

Starting with the top button, she asked, "What should I change into?"

"Nothing."

"Uh?"

"Just take them off."

"But... won't I need my shorts?"

"No."

"This shirt is a bit long, but I don't think it's that long."

"We'll see."

"Well... okay. But this doesn't seem like a very good idea," she informed, pushing her shorts down her hips.

"I don't care."

I finished off my drink, grinning at her as she tried to pull her top down to cover her bum. I stared at her sexy black panties, watching her worried expression over the limited success she was having with her top. She couldn't completely cover her bum, but managed to cover herself in front, almost exposing her boobies by stretching her top down far enough to do so. When she let go, it immediately rode up.

"Oh my god, slutty. Everybody will see my panties right through this," she fretted.

"Maybe you should get rid of them too."

"Oh god, please no." she almost plead while unconsciously tugging down on her top. "This top is so short..."

"(Giggle!) I know. Put on these pumps and let's get going, we'll think about your panties later."

"Oh my god," she fretted again as she stepped into the black, open toed, four inch heels. "Do you know how these will make me look in this top?"

"Yeah. Hurry up."

"But, we look like a couple of little tramps," she worried.

I only giggled, watching as she checked out her adorable little nipples. When she adjusted her boobies, I felt miffy starting to heat up.

"You and this fascination you have with dressing me in pinks and yellows," she complained.

"I keep telling you, you look great in pinks and yellows. Especially pink. C'mon, I wanna get going."

"This really goes against my better judgment." She told me seriously.

"Whatever, let's go.

I loved it. Watching her eyes dart, her face flushed with embarrassment turned me on more and more as we walked to the opposite wing and, when we ran across a staff member, I just couldn't resist.

"Excuse me," I hailed.

"Yes, Ms. Burchell?" the suited pretty boy in his late twenties asked.

I answered him by pulling my skirt up to show him my white cotton undies with the red hearts and lace edging.

"Slutty!"

"Do you like my panties?"

"Very nice, Ms. Burchell," he replied with a sincere smile.

"Smutty, show him yours."

"Uh-! But-"

"Do it."

" ... Oh my god..." she whispered as she pulled her top up over her hips.

She was right about what those shoes did for her, alright and I giggled as I stared along with the staff member.

"Look at that sexy gap between her legs," I noted, reaching across and giving it a rub with my finger.

"Slutty!"

"(Giggle!) Touch it..." I told him.

I removed my hand and his took its place, causing Gina to inhale sharply, looking down in disbelief as she held the so-called dress aloft for him. However, there was no mistaking the excitement in her features, her little gasps of affront not entirely pure, any more than my intentions.

"Ohh! Ohhh-hh, Kat..."

"Spread your feet, sweetie pie. Oh yeah... more. (Giggle)"

She jerked to his hand, looking at me with the most exciting expression on her face while she just let it happen, and that's when I made up my mind.

"Take her panties off."

"Oh, K-kat... I don't know ab- a-! ohh, nooooo..."

She watched them being pulled down her slim hips, exposing her dark pubic hair before he pulled them right to her ankles. Almost as an afterthought, she quickly pulled her dress down, looking at us both as though wondering if we'd seen anything.

"Thank you," I told the staff member.

He smiled at me and left, hardon bobbing in his pants as we both watched him, Gina in a mild state of shock while I tried not to laugh.

"Can- can I pull my panties up now?"

"No, sweetie pie. Leave them here."

She stepped out of them and got walking with me again, looking back to where they lay on the floor behind us in doubt a couple times while pulling down on her dress again.

"Are you sure I shouldn't have my panties?"

"Gina... The thing is that there's a good chance at least one cock is going to find its way up that little dress, and I don't want your panties in the way. Get it, baby?"

" ... Oh...."

 

Steven

She exited her apartment wearing a black string bikini, rainbow flip-flops and a red towel over one shoulder while I was calling at Kitten's door. With a quick smile, my luscious little aunt ducked back inside her apartment while I waited. Getting no answer, I turned and walked down the corridor until I came to her door, still opened with her standing just inside the threshold with the smile that Kitten and Mum had warned me about.

"Not home?" she asked.

"No," I answered without being able to help smiling back.

"Her loss is my gain. C'mon in."

I could only laugh a bit, pretty sure she was joking since she knew how I felt about her estranged daughter.

"Seriously, c'mon in. Take your pants off."

I almost did.

"I can't," I told her instead.

"Because you're saving yourself for her. Do you know how absurd that is?"

"It's not absurd at all."

"You two little sluts just went out and fucked a bunch of strangers in front of each other!"

"We're not sluts," I refuted, feeling a little offended at that.

"Oh god, you really are just like your mother. Fine, what are you doing?"

"Nothing now."

"Yeah, you're telling me, kid. I was on my way down to the pool and, since I obviously have nothing better to do with you, I guess I still am," she sarcastically answered, stepping back out into the hall and closing her door.

"Want some company?"

"I don't know. Can I at least come to your apartment with you and watch you get changed?"

"Oh my god, Sheila."

"What?" she asked, following me there.

I shook my head and laughed, this inviting a hard slap on the ass and a short laugh of her own, but she mostly behaved herself while I got changed and during the walk down to the pool.

"I really have to hand it to Kathy," she said, looking at the trunks her sister had bought for me earlier that summer. "She might be a hypocrite, but she sure as hell has style."

I rolled my eyes and flumped down on one of the loungers, watching Monique approach. Sheila followed my gaze and stared at the red sling wearing, dark, French beauty.

"Good afternoon, Sir, Ma'am," she greeted in accented English. "May I please help you?"

"Oh my god, you're fuckin' gorgeous," Sheila told her.

Monique could only smile at this compliment, and when Sheila boldly uncovered her ample, bouncy breasts, she only kept on doing that. Even when Sheila's hand went down the low riding crotch of the sling, Monique twitched, but only smiled politely. A minute later, I shook my head again as Sheila forced the younger woman down on the lounger beside mine with a naughty giggle. She was all over her and it wasn't long before Monique was responding in kind, the both of them making out right in front of me like they were long lost lovers.

"Jeeez, Sheila. ... Leave a little for someone else, huh?"

Letting Monique's bare nipple out of her mouth with a slurp, she sleazed, "Get your cock out and join us, kid."

"You never quit, do you?" I laughed.

"Nope."

"Uh huh," I said with a knowing smile as I got up again, "I'm taking a swim. I'd like a double whiskey and water with ice if she ever gets the chance."

Sheila took her super horny fun time while I did several lazy laps, taking breaks to watch them every so often and staying hard the whole time. She certainly had her own way of making that happen, but so did the other women in the family. Shortly after a frenetic, squawking orgasm for Sheila, I watched as Monique spread sun-block over my now topless aunt's body.

"I love your tits, Aunt Sheila."

"Thank you," she returned, all smiles.

"You look like the triple X Elf Queen," I told her from the water at the edge of the pool.

"What's that mean?" she demanded with a smile. "Is that some kind of comment on my height?"

"Would you prefer to be the Munchkin Queen?" I dared with a smile.

"Shut up!" She told me, looking at Monique and laughing. "Do you hear that little puke? I should punch him right in the neck!"

Monique laughed along with her, but offered no comment. Sheila fixed her challenging smile on me as I got out of the water, but only watched my midsection as I approached my lounger.

"Take them off," she said.

"What? No!"

"Don't be a candy-ass!"

"I'm not a candy-ass, I told you that me and-"

"Oh god, yes, yes, yes! I promise I won't ruin you for your precious Kitten, just take your fuckin' trunks off!"

"Alright!"

Seconds later, she was smiling at the hardon lying against my belly.

"Monique, honey, you'd better make sure that doesn't get sunburned. (Giggle)"

"Oh, very funny," I said with a wry smile.

"Well, it will. Don't be stupid, tell Monique to put some sun block on you."

"I was going to."

"No you weren't. Monique, would you please spread some sunblock on my stubborn nephew? And don't forget his cock."

"Yes, Miss Burchell," Monique replied, getting started with an eager grin as I shook my head at Sheila.

" ... You're weirdly like Mum, but not."

"Ha! Well, we were tight once, you know?"

"Yeah."

" ... Crazy fuckin' girl. Did she tell you she had a pair of brass knuckles?"

"Mum? No, but I can't say it surprises me."

"It's true. She used them to sucker-punch the guys that fucked me. She couldn't make me limit myself to at least one at a time, so she tried to make the prospect of fucking me something the guys in the neighborhood didn't want any part of. God, I used to get so mad at her when she'd do that shit."

"Didn't she get into trouble?" I asked. "That's a serious assault charge."

"She'd threaten them with telling the cops it was rape. Everybody knew we stuck together and that she ultimately called the shots between us, so what else were the guys going to think? I hated it because it was always consentual and they didn't deserve that shit. Plus, they wouldn't fuck me anymore."

"She loved you."

"I know."

"She still does."

"I know that, too. Too bad she also wants to beat my face in now."

"If she really wanted to do that, she'd have done it by now."

"Normally, I'd agree," she sighed.

"So, what's different now?"

"Nothing. This is Kathy we're talking about. She's been known to bide her time."

"I'm still picturing Mum running around with brass knuckles and assaulting people."

"Well, back then, she was actually pretty quiet a lot of the time and people would mistake her for being shy, but that wasn't the case at all. She just liked to study people, especially while they were otherwise engaged, like while talking to me. Half the time, I'm sure she was plotting their possible downfall, should the need arise."

"She told me she wanted to kill Marie."

"Yup. And she would have failed."

"You think?"

"I know. Your mother can be an evil little bitch in ways you can't imagine, but she doesn't compare to what mine was. Mum was a lot more dangerous than even Kathy knew."

During a pause, she watched Monique's hands as they came ever closer to my hardness, suddenly coming out with, "I have this attraction to her. I always have, but now it's different."

"Really?"

"Mmm. ... It's a bit like what you've described between you and Kitten, but... I wonder if she feels it?"

"You have to elaborate," I said, my mind coming up with all sorts of interesting imagery.

"Heh. Well, I just really want to be with her. In her arms, she in mine. With our pussies grinding and those big titties... her lovely eyes..."

"You should warm up and see if she feels the same way," I advised.

"Yeah, right," she laughed.

"I've got a hunch she does."

"Why?"

"I just du- uuhhh. Oh god, Monique. Don't forget my balls, okay?" 



Sera Ch. 14



Kitten

"Gina, relax," I laughed.

We'd reached the library, my black haired friend still fretfully tugging her hem down, still flushed red. I loved the expression on her face, but I felt a bit bad and wanted to calm her down a little. The command worked and she looked at me with a sort of dreadful expectation that I loved even more.

"Gina! C'mon, let's have a game."

She got the game set up while I got us a couple of stiff drinks, watching her trying to keep that hem down.

"God, I'd love to see a great big cock screwed up that skinny little bum..." I mumbled without thinking.

"What about my bum?"

"She was probably complimenting you on it," my radiant and sensational Auntie Kathleen said as she walked into the room.

She looked fabulous in a tight, black, mid-thigh length skirt with black stockings and high heels. A stylish, long sleeved, red pullover completed her form flattering outfit and I just loved those black streaks in her hair. Her eyes, like her mouth and the rest of her face, were all smiles and all over Gina. She walked right up to her and I held my breath while I waited for her to see what I'd done.

She saw, alright.

"Oh..."

Besides that, she looked at me with a funny sort of questioning smile, but didn't actually say anything about it right then.

"I'm sorry about this dress, Kathleen," Gina apologized, holding the hem down in front again, "I-"

"There's no need to apologize, hon. You look fantastic. I think it's very considerate of you to dress for Kitten like this."

Gina smiled and looked her in the eyes. Auntie looked back with her special smile and I watched as Gina swooned, actually giggling with desire for the voluptuous blonde. This was spectacular.

"I- I'm glad you like it, Kathleen. I like you a lot."

"You're sweet," she replied with sincerity, taking my friend's nipples between thumb and forefinger for a little pinching and rolling through her thin 'dress'.

"Ohh-h! Ohhhh! Uhhh-hhh..." Gina excitingly moaned in surprise and pleasure.

After a moment, Auntie let go with a horny smile, breaking eye contact to check out Gina's incredibly erect nipples through her top.

Gina blinked a little, but a flickering smile returned as Auntie approached me. Her expression was even more loving when she stopped in front of me and our eyes met. That's when it just sort of happened, this mutual 'falling into one another' that caught me completely off guard. For a long moment where time had no meaning, I was surrounded by a garden of her and her love for me, more beautiful than any earthly garden and so safe and secure, warm and perfect that I never wanted to leave.

Then I was looking at her, blinking and suddenly giggling at this totally awesome little way Auntie had of saying 'hello'.

"I love you, Auntie."

"I love you too, sweetie pie. I'm assuming you know what you're doing here?"

"Uh huh."

"Uh huh," she repeated, looking at me thoughtfully while Gina waited at the table. "I'm sorry I couldn't mention anything about all this, but Ashleigh made me promise not to. Actually, her reasons made sense, as much as I hate to agree with her on anything, but... just know that you can do damage if you're not a bit careful, and this is Gina, hm?"

"Yes, Auntie."

"I don't know a lot about what this is, but I do have experience and, if Ashleigh doesn't hold true, I'll inform you myself. Don't worry, okay?"

"I won't. Thanks."

"In the meantime, like I suggest, do be careful because you know Gina's good people. Right now she's in a nice place where she's co-operative, but with some will and an awareness of ego that lets her... be her. Best to leave her like that, okay?"

"Okay, I will, Auntie."

"So, ummm... have you been playing... with her?"

"A little."

"She's hot, isn't she?"

"Yeah. I love her."

 

Steven

Monique gave me one hell of a hand-job while my aunt's hand stroked inside her bikini bottoms, thighs spread as she watched.

"Oh god..." Sheila sighed. "I'd love to do that to you while you suck your mother's pussy..."

"Oh, ffuu... fuuuck," I groaned, about to orgasm.

"In your mouth, Monica," Sheila told her. "Open your mouth and get as much as- ohhh!"

I was coming, getting most of it into the obedient pool attendant's mouth as I held her there, gyrating on the lounger. Sheila was encouraging me on with her broken sounds of desire, spreading her legs as far as she could. Monique truly made her best effort and was actually able to swallow a lot of my jizz, as far as I could tell, but her attractive face looked better and better with each shot she took to her cheek, upper lip or chin while she was swallowing. She smiled when she was finished and it ran from her bottom lip, over her chin and on my belly as Sheila came right then and there.

Monique continued to slowly, softly stroke my softening member while both Sheila and I came down to the point where we could answer a question about drinks. She went away with our orders and left us watching her ass, looking at each other with big smiles afterward.

"That was so good," she said in a conspiratorial tone, yet with a laugh added. "Oh my god, that was incredible. And since you told me about things last night, I'm finally getting why Ashleigh's staff are the way they are: They're- (giggle!)- sex slaves!"

"I know. I've been looking at that little situation from my vantage point since I've been here and, the way I figure it, they're all spelled. They'd have to be. That's not what actually concerns me about them, though."

"Oh?" she asked, only now removing her fingers from her bikini bottoms.

"Don't these people move on? Is this their career for life? I mean, they couldn't possibly be left to just seek employment elsewhere after seeing the things they have."

" ... Good question."

"I've been thinking of-"

"Shhh."

I looked across at her, wondering why she was shushing me until Monique emerged from the pool house a second later. The attendant, her lower face still splattered with my seed, served our drinks and then cleaned me up, asking us if there was anything else we required. We thanked her, told her we were fine and once again watched her leave.

"I have to ask why I wonder about them," Sheila confided.

"What do you mean?"

"Well... do I ask about Ashleigh's staff out of concern for their basic human rights, or am I only worried about what'll happen to me if something goes wrong, if it ever gets out? Let's face it, this is a sexual paradise. The news, the cops and everyone else would cut this place to ribbons if just one of these staff members blew the whistle. We'd be..."

"Fucked," I filled in for her.

"Ironically, yes. But you see my point, right?"

"Yeah. That's a tough one. No offense, but I wouldn't have thought you'd wrestle with something like that."

"Everybody wrestles, but who's to say if we win or lose based on choices?"

"I don't get it."

"If I find a married man attractive, and all I can think about is fucking him, I'll be as miserable for wanting him as I should be about having taken him. What's the difference in the end?"

I looked at her, keeping my features open rather than blank because everybody knows a blank face is holding something back. In this case, I was holding back the obvious answer to her question, that being the difference that existed in that man's home life after she's done with him. I thought she'd be offended if such an obvious sentiment had to be pointed out to her, but I also wondered at how she couldn't come to it on her own, and that was something else I was holding from my features.

 

Kitten

"I'm starting to feel like a retiree," Auntie Kathleen stated with a grin.

She leaned against the pool table and swirled the ice in her drink as Gina almost adoringly replied, "I think you've got a long way to go before that, Kathleen."

"You could retire here when you're ready, or now if you wanted," I reminded her. "Auntie Ashleigh said."

"I'd rather have my own place," my auntie decided. "Maybe something like this, but not so overblown. Steven and I have gotten used to what you might call 'the simple life' lately, and this is a bit much for me."

"Plus," Gina observed with a knowing grin, "You'd be Ashleigh free in your own place."

"Weeell... Ashleigh isn't that bad, she just doesn't know her place. Once I grind her down a little, she'll be a bit more mellow. I might even invite her to my place," she laughed.

"How gracious of you, Kathleen."

Auntie Ashleigh's face held an amused smirk as she moved confidently into the room, eying my other auntie and enjoying her sudden discomfort at being overheard. She wore a very nice, opaque black dress with polka dots. We could see her bra and panties underneath the short sleeved number that looked great on her, and even Gina's eyes were distracted from the voluptuous blonde we'd been conversing with.

"It was never like you to eavesdrop," Kathleen dryly observed as her sister reached the wet bar.

"And it's still not. But then, you were never one to talk about people when they might walk in and hear you. Are we slipping?"

"When you're enough of a concern to warrant my care in such matters, I'll consider it."

Ashleigh actually laughed, a good natured laugh at that, as she mixed herself a drink, saying after, "You're not that bad either, sis. You look very nice this evening, by the way."

Auntie Kathleen didn't know quite how to take this. Her brow raised and she smirked at her older sister as the taller woman approached me with her drink and a warm smile.

"You look really good, Auntie."

"Thank you, so do you. I love that vest," she imparted.

Looking across to Gina, she froze for a second, no doubt noting her attire and maybe the look of a person under the Jedi spell. Again I held my breath.

"Hello, Gina," she greeted.

"Hello." She smiled back.

"I love your outfit."

"Uhh, thanks. It's... a little short."

"I see that," Auntie Ashleigh said, smiling wider and walking closer. "Turn around and show me your ass in that little thing."

"Uhh... I-" Gina replied.

"Ashleigh," my other auntie softly interrupted.

"What? I just want to see her ass in that little dress."

Auntie Ashleigh's eyes locked with Gina's, my friend's green ones wide in sudden adoration for Auntie Ashleigh.

"Turn around and show me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Ashleigh," Auntie Kathleen said more firmly as Gina turned anyway.

"Oh, fuck off, Kathleen!"

"She belongs to Kitten, not to you!"

"Oh, for god's sakes, I think Kitten knows-"

"Kitten knows next to nothing, and I don't think it's appropriate for you to be-"

"Fine!" Ashleigh said. "Kitten, you know I didn't mean anything by that, right?"

"Well, what's she supposed to say now that you've put her on the spot?" Auntie Kathleen answered for me.

"Kathleen, I swear to god..." Auntie steamed. "One of these god-damned days..."

"Pfft!

By the look on Auntie Ashleigh's face, I really didn't want to get in between the two older women, but I felt I had to do something before there was a total meltdown.

"Aunties, please! It's okay, really! I love you both any you can do anything you want with Gina, can we please just not fight?"

That seemed to calm things down somewhat, but I had a real problem seeing these two cougars ever cohabitating on the same territory. Almost carefully, I moved to the loveseat, telling Gina to take a seat in the nearby, huge paisley armchair while Auntie Ashleigh collected herself. She cleared her throat and sat between us, trying not to glare as Auntie Kathleen leaned against the end of the pool table. Her nose slightly lifted, she pretended to check out her opulent surroundings as though they may someday meet her personal standards, as though the previous words with her sister never even took place.

Gina now watched all this from her armchair, feet curled underneath her like a green eyed kitty-cat, her black heeled shoes left on the floor. Sitting like that, her dress rode high on her hip, but she seemed not to notice.

"(Ahem) it really is a great outfit, Gina," Auntie Ashleigh told her. "I'm a little surprised, though."

"Actually," Gina politely informed, "I dressed for Kitten. I don't dress like anything this, not even back when slutty and I met."

"Who?"

"Nicknames, Auntie," I explained with an embarrassed smile, just glad they weren't upset about me mesmerizing Gina in the house, or something. "I'm slutty, she's smutty. Kind of a personal joke between us."

"I love it," she replied with a dirty smile. "So, Gina, how did you used to dress when you met Kitten?"

"More like Kathleen is now."

"A lot of women my age look to twenty somethings for fashion cues, but you did the opposite," Ashleigh observed.

"Trying to grow up," Gina offered with a smile.

"Don't," Auntie Kathleen advised with her own cautious smile back in place. "Growing up is highly overrated and nobody respects it in women."

We all laughed at this, including Auntie Ashleigh, who retorted, "You'd know."

"Look who's talking, pothead."

"Hey!"

Auntie Kathleen laughed as we all looked at Auntie Ashleigh.

"So, I like a little weed every now and then, so what? God, you'd think I was a crack head or something."

"That's what pot leads to, sis."

"Kathleen, you're an ignorant fool. I started toking when I was fifteen, now I'm fifty and I've never done anything besides weed and booze."

"Studies have shown that potheads will eventually-"

"Studies, shmuddies! You oughta know by now that these so-called studies say whatever those who fund them want them to say. Just look at-"

"Oh, shut up, pothead."

They both stared one another down and, were it not for the slightest smirk on each of their faces, I would have been worried about World War Three breaking out once again.

"You were always such a little bitch, Kathleen. Why the fuck do I put up with you, anyway?"

"Watch your language, pothead."

Gina and I, both of us grinning nervously as we observed this strange interaction, gasped softly at Kathleen's nerve as Ashleigh subtly straightened in her seat.

"Fuckin' pretentious, bitch snob."

"Foul mouthed old bag."

" ... Fuck off, Kathleen" Auntie Ashleigh warned as she rose from the chair, although her smirk had turned just enough to be called a grin.

"Sit down you old cow, before I kick your fat ass right out the front door of your own home."

"Oh my god, Kathleen!" Gina warned while she tried not to laugh.

My alluring, black haired aunt moved slowly closer to my pretty, blonde haired one, the latter not even standing straight and ready, rather still leaning casually against the pool table. She dared Auntie Ashleigh further with her challenging eyes and confident grin.

"Kathleen..." Auntie Ashleigh almost seductively breathed into her ear as I watched from the edge of my seat. "I love you, but you're a mouthy little bitch and I'm very much going to enjoy dominating you, right in front of these two lovely young ladies."

"Haaaaaa! You? Dominate m-aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!"

After the family meeting, I would have expected another scene like in the library, Auntie Ashleigh grabbing at Auntie Kathleen's crotch to do... whatever to her. In retrospect, I wonder if Auntie Kathleen also expected, perhaps even wanted that.

Such, however, was not to be the case. It turned out that Auntie Ashleigh knew about the nipple pinch, a fact I stored for later requests from her as I watched Auntie Kathleen being forced backwards and down until her back was on the pool table. With her legs drawn up, closed and bent at the knee, she tried to roll away from her grinning older sister, but her hands only rested on her attacker's wrists, not daring to tear them away.

"Aaaaaaaassshleeeeeeeeeigh, stoooooooooppp!!"

Gina had come to a standing position so she could see this, her hand gripping her hem, holding it down in front with her bum completely exposed as her slack jaw smiled in awe. The owner of the estate finally let go, allowing Auntie Kathleen to roll away, covering her boobies protectively as her screams turned to groans, then moans of pleasure. When she finally stopped, we watched her get off the table with her face as red as a beet, nipples clearly visible under her blouse and bra. With her lips sealed angrily shut, she glared at her quietly chortling sister. Gina and I didn't know what to do.

"It's not funny, Ashleigh!" she leveled.

"Oh, shut up and take your blouse off, you fucking bimbo. I wanna see those tits now."

"Go to hell!"

"Oooooh! Kathleen swore!"

"Shut up!"

Auntie Ashleigh laughed again and reached out quickly, taking a fistful of her younger sister's blouse and roughly yanking, pulling her off balance as buttons clattered to the floor. She wore a very nice bra of green silk with gray lace edges, completely filled by her large, round boobies as they joggled and swayed violently.

"Ashleigh, stop it! I mean i- Noooooo!"

A glance at Gina rewarded me with the surprise of seeing her slowly, unconsciously caressing one of her poky nipples through her dress as she watched my aunt's blouse being forcibly removed from her body.

"Ashleigh! I just got that blouse!" Auntie Kathleen shouted as she pointed at the ruined garment in her sister's hands.

"You're a hot little mummy, aren't you?" Auntie Ashleigh commented, looking the topless blonde up and down while ignoring her comment entirely. "Nice taste in lingerie, too. It'd be a shame if I had to tear that bra right off you, wouldn't it?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Take it off, blondie. Right now. Show us those nice big fuckin' titties."

"I don't do what you tell me, you twisted deviant!" Auntie Kathleen seethed, still pointing, "And if you think you've embarrassed me, you've only embarrassed yourself! I'm leaving!"

As much as Gina and I liked Auntie Kathleen, I think she was as relieved as I when Auntie Ashleigh moved to stop her. Seeing this from the corner of her eye, Auntie Kathleen began running for the door as a small sound of pleading defiance escaped her throat. Apparently, she wasn't prepared to back up her claim of kicking Auntie Ashleigh's bum out her own front door.

However, when Auntie Ashleigh grabbed her by the back of her bra strap, she turned and fought back. She put up a good struggle too, but I realized that she must have known she couldn't beat her larger, better conditioned, laughing older sister. She was out of breath, her hair with its sexy black streaks in complete disarray when Auntie Ashleigh forced her back to the billiards table by use of an arm lock.

"Get up there, little bitch. It's time I taught you some respect."

"Nooo, stooop!"

We watched as her resistance failed to stop Auntie Ashleigh from forcing her down on the table again, from having the shoulder straps of her bra pulled down her arms, the cups away from her truly magnificent boobies and big, dark, fully erect nipples. Soon, it was upside down, inside out and riding at her waist, just above her hips to allow Auntie Ashleigh to freely grope her sister.

"Oh, fuck these are nice. What do you think, girls?"

"Auntie Kathleen's hot," I agreed, getting up and coming closer.

"Gina, what do you think?" she asked.

She'd been standing as tall as possible so she could see, but now took the opportunity to come closer as I had, the three of us now looking down at my Auntie Kathleen as she began to enjoy the attention on her impressive chest.

"Yeah, she's..." Gina trailed off in a small, soft voice, finishing with, "Let's see her panties."

"Oh, yeah," I breathed, looking at Auntie Ashleigh.

"I think that's a great idea," she confirmed. "Go ahead."

"Noooo..." Auntie Kathleen softly moaned as I giggled excitedly.




Sera Ch. 14



Her skirt had already ridden up enough to show the black garter straps supporting her stockings and I practically felt myself gush wetness between my legs when I uncovered her matching panties. Gina actually licked her lips when her narrow, black lace garter belt came into view.

"Very nice, sweetie pie," Auntie Ashleigh commented before kissing her sister long and passionately on the mouth.

Auntie Kathleen was now mewling and squirming to the fingers pleasuring her nipples and she didn't put up any resistance when I spread her thighs so we could all see.

"Are they ever nice," I said. "And I love her garters."

"Snobs usually do have good taste, kitten," Auntie Ashleigh informed me.

"I love Auntie Kathleen," I said, taking the waistband of her panties and pulling out and down so we could see her soaked, full, pouting pussy lips.

"Exactly like miffy..." Gina noted as she stared.

"Ohh-hh?" Auntie Kathleen moaned as Ashleigh twisted her nipples a little harder.

"Ohh, fuck, slutty..." Gina half warned as my other hand disappeared down the blonde beauty's panties. "Your own aunt..."

"Ohh! Mmmm!?"

I was so horny, I didn't think of how Gina might feel about what was going on. Besides, thanks to her little incest kink, she seemed to be enjoying it and Auntie Ashleigh wasn't saying anything. So, I enjoyed feeling her up the way I knew she liked, playing with her erected clit and making her hips jerk and roll.

"Suck your nipple, baby," Auntie Ashleigh told her, holding the nipple to her lips and smiling when she took the hard bud between them.

Auntie Kathleen sucked her own nipple like she was nursing, eyes closed as her moans became louder, her pelvis pushing into my previously uninvited fingers. Gina subtly ground herself against the corner of the table, lower lip trembling slightly and breathing deeper, faster like I was and, I'm sure, both my incredible aunties were.

"Look at her go on herself," Auntie Ashleigh observed with an even mix of humour and love as she watched her youngest sister's self pleasure. "I'd guess the uppity little bitch has done it before. Gina, do feel free to take part, dear. It's not as if I didn't already know about you and Kitten before this."

I giggled to Gina's surprised and embarrassed expression as one of my fingers slipped up inside my squirming Auntie Kathleen. This was a lot of fun.

"Uhh... I don't know..."

"Gina likes to watch, Auntie Ashleigh. She's kinky."

"Slutty..." Gina complained with an embarrassed little smile.

"Watching can be a lot of fun," the tall brunette endorsed.

"Ohhh!? Ohhh!? ... Oooooooooohh, fuuuu-uck!"

"No, no, sweetie pie, you keep sucking those nipples."

"Uhh- mmm!? Mmmm-mmmm!?"

"That's better," Auntie Ashleigh lovingly approved.

She kept sucking her nipples like she was told, right up until she began yelling in hard orgasm to my fingers while Gina watched. She appeared completely torn as to whether or not she should join in, or encourage me to leave the room with her, though she no longer held her dress down.

When she was sufficiently recovered, Auntie Kathleen got off the table, red faced and jerking her skirt back down over her hips while she stepped close to Auntie Ashleigh with a grudging smile.

"If you think it's gonna be that easy to dominate me, you got another thing coming, sweetie pie."

"Oh, I think we've all just seen how easy you are."

" ... Shut up."

She'd said it with the same grudging smile and, as Auntie Ashleigh laughed this off, her blonde sibling turned to Gina, looking her up and down while she stood there completely topless, those magnificent boobies hanging out.

"'Let's see her panties', huh?"

Gina almost hiccupped a breath, her expression just priceless. When Auntie began advancing on her, she went to back away with her nervous little smile, but Auntie Kathleen grabbed her, giggling menacingly as she held her tight and started kissing and licking her face, grabbing her ass and forcing her to the pool table.

"Kath- ip! Oh, my-! Wait- mmmmm!" Gina argued as she was forced down on her back despite her unsure physical resistance.

"Right on, Auntie!" I laughed as she forced her tongue into my sexy lover's mouth.

"Mmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmm-mmm (gasp!) owbbb-mmmm..."

"Oh my god, she's all over her," Auntie Ashleigh said, laughing a little, but obviously very turned on by it.

"(Giggle!)" I excitedly replied.

She'd worked her way right on top of Gina, hanging her boobies in her face as she looked at me with the most tummy fluttering, horny grin. She then looked directly into Gina's green eyes and, by the time three seconds had gone by, my green eyed cat was well and properly seduced, writhing beneath her and sucking those great nipples with their slightly elongated areolas. My horny went post nuclear as her forgotten hemline rode her hips.

Approaching my Auntie Ashleigh, I took her hand, looked up at her and whispered, "Auntie, my panties are all wet."

"They are?" she asked with an expression that made me know she loved me sooo much.

"Uh huh," I said, nodding earnestly as a tickling trickle of miffy's juices ran down one inner thigh.

"Well, I think I'd better have a look-see, hm?"

She picked my little body easily off the floor, sitting me on the pool table beside Gina, who was watching Auntie Kathleen slowly pull her snug little 'dress' all the way up to her armpits, mauling Gina's boobies afterward.

"Ohh... Oh my god..." she moaned while Auntie parted my legs, knees up in the air with my feet spread on the green felt I sat on.

"Lovely little things, aren't they?" Auntie Kathleen observed with a husky quality to her tone.

"On this, we wholeheartedly agree, sis. Oooohh, kitten, you're soaked. Oh, oh oh, you poor, horny thing..."

Holding my skirt up for her, I watched her hand reach between my legs and grab miffy. I yelped, then groaned when she squeezed gently and then began rubbing.

"Ohh, Auntie!"

While my other sensational Auntie went down on my friend's pussy, mine and Auntie Ashleigh's eyes met. I groaned desperately again while Gina cried out, still hearing the wet sounds my Auntie's hand was making between my legs and swooning weightlessly as we gazed at one another.

Incredibly, I came right then and there. It snuck up on me so fast, I never saw it coming, but it was one of the hardest, most intense orgasms of my life as my jaw dropped wide to my startled, ecstatic bawling. I veritably collapsed, allowing my intense Auntie to lean over me and pull my cammie down, quickly and easily exposing my braless boobies and nipples that were as hard and almost as big and long as Auntie Kathleen's.

A moment later, my panties were pulled off, then Auntie Ashleigh's face was between my legs and I was receiving the same treatment Gina was, both of us whining and crying out. The sucking and fingering I received was phenomenal, as I knew it was for Gina, and I remember giggling hysterically at the thought of these two women, my own beautiful Aunties, using both of us like that.

Gina came wildly and I saw her gyrating throes as Auntie Kathleen held her legs hungrily spread, licking up her escaping essence until her part Chinese victim simmered down a little.

"Wanna trade, Ash?"

"Okay."

I giggled deliriously again when my blonde aggressor crawled over top of me with a grin, soon mauling me with her mouth and hands, sticking her tongue in my mouth and going wild on me.

My post orgasmic Gina was being pulled from the table and to her unsteady feet by Auntie Ashleigh, their eyes locked the whole way. She stared vacantly as Auntie unbuttoned the front of her opaque dress. When she was finished, she stepped closer and placed her hands on Gina's shoulders, gently forcing her down to her knees in front of her. Then, with a hand at the back of her head, she encouraged her face between her legs, against the black lace, front panel of her panties.

Gina moaned and kissed as she was expected to, her hands slipping up the back of Ashleigh's legs to her bum where she touched and caressed like I know she does so well.

In the meantime, my clothes were all but removed, save for my cammie. Auntie Kathleen went down on me like she did Gina, licking and sucking, handling my boobies at the same time and making me feel like a delicious piece of meat. It wasn't long before I came again, both of my Aunties being very good at what they did, and I sucked happily and greedily when she sat on my face, her panties gone, skirt hiked up again. She tasted as sweet as before and I played with her bared boobies while sucking a big, erected clit just like mine until she screamed her orgasm.

Auntie Ashleigh's panties were gone and she had one thigh over Gina's shoulder as the younger woman pressed her lips, tongue and two fingers to my eldest Auntie's sex. The alluring woman held both her boobies, now out of their bra, pinching her nipples while she enjoyed Gina's work until she had to let them go. Resting one hand on the kneeling woman's shoulder, her other to the back of her head, she hollered her passion, almost grunting through her teeth at the end while Auntie Kathleen and I watched, grinning and stroking one another's bodies.

When she'd collected herself, running her nails through Gina's beautiful, smooth black hair, she panted with a crooked smile, "We- we may have to make you an honourary Burchell."

"(Giggle!)" I approved.

 

Steven

I hung out with Sheila for a while longer, our conversation turning light in an overall sense, both of us sharing past experiences and getting to know one another better. I went in the water again, she joined me and quickly lost a bet that she was a faster swimmer. She seemed happy enough with the earlier sexual activities with Monique, both hers and mine, and was no longer at me for sex, though I still swam naked, she topless. Her tits were very nice.

Later on in my apartment, I forced the image of them from my mind again, refocusing on fuel prices for the last six months while another monitor held past market activity. Like I'd noticed, there'd been a definite trend towards economic downturn after certain fluctuations in the energy sector, the numbers making me question the validity of this housing bubble in Cleveland causing such distress. I was about to check back further to see how deeply the trend followed when somebody rang.

I was tempted not to answer the door, my hand freezing just before I touched the knob, but I grabbed it, opening it to Mum. She wore a simple, olive green dress that hung perfectly on her, offering lots of cleavage and, without a bra, was ready to drive any man wild. In her white, three inch heels and with a wide, white plastic hair band (?) in her hair, she smiled up at me.

"Hi, Sweetie pie."

"Hi, Mum," I said, unable to help smiling back.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I said, standing back for her.

I showed her to a seat, both of us being oddly formal with the other since what all happened between us. Nevertheless, I got her a drink and sat with her, the prim blonde mum from Vancouver with her knees properly together, the black depths of the great white's soul in her beautiful, light hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry about what happened the other night," she said out of nowhere, her smile fading as she looked down. "What I did to you at the pool, I mean. You have every right to be angry and... well, to put me in my place. Like you said, hon."

I gave her a short nod with just the right smile, a perfect gesture of agreement and forgiveness that she took as such.

"Thank you, sweetie pie."

"But, that's not all," I assumed.

"No," she confirmed, looking down again but with her smile mostly back in place. "Okay, don't get mad, alright? I know what you're going to say and I agree, but just try to have a little understanding."

"What'd you do, Mum?" I asked with a wry smile.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that I haven't killed anyone."

I swear to god, she said this as though she were telling me she hadn't mixed up the recycling, and I goggled on the inside as she went on.

"However, there was this little... teensy incident with Gina."

"Oh no. Mu-um!"

"I'm sorry!"

"She doesn't have a clue-!"

"I know, I know, god help me, I started out trying to protect her, but... well, one thing led to another and-"

"Okay, where is she now?"

"With Kitten. Look, you need to get her out of here."

"I need to get her out of here?"

"Yes, you."

"I can't wait to hear why," I groaned, getting up and massaging my brow as I walked to the kitchen.

"The reason is obvious. You're the only one Kitten will forgive."

"Oh my god, Mum!"

"It's got to be done and you're the only one who can."

I hated it, but the problem was that she was right and I knew it.

" ... (Sigh!)"

"Baby, you're the best," she told me, her smile getting bigger in response as she got to her feet.

"Not so fast," I said, holding up a finger that stopped her in her tracks. "I have one condition."

"Mummy doesn't like conditions," she said with a scowl.

"I know Mummy doesn't like conditions," I assured her, but if I do this, you have to really back off about Sheila."

"What!?"

"That's the deal."

"That's not a deal, that's blackmail!"

"No it's not."

"Yes it is! Jeez, Steven, it's not as if I don't already smell her all over you! At least I wasn't saying anything about that! What more do you want!?"

"She's worried you're gonna beat the hell out of her."

"Good!"

"Promise you won't, and I'll deal with Gina."

"You should be helping Gina anyway! You're normally the one with the bleeding heart!"

"Well, Ashleigh doesn't want me interfering with that!"

"I don't care what Ash wants, sweetie pie!"

"Fine, then agree not to beat the hell out of Sheila, and I'll do it!"

"Okay, I won't beat the hell out of Sheila!" she yelled, almost in my face now.

"Was that so hard!?"

"Yes, it was!"

"Oh my god!" I expelled, walking away. A few moments later, and with a forced calm, I asked for the particulars I'd need to deal with Gina.

"Alright, what happened?"

She'd taken her seat again, also having forced some calm but, with a defensive tone, she almost pouted, "We just... Me and Ash had a little fun with Kitten and Gina, but Gina was already spelled by Kitten when I got there."

"When did Ashleigh get there?"

"Shortly after me."

I questioned her on the highlights, also getting the approximate time of day when all this happened so I knew how much of Gina's life I'd be telling her to forget about as soon as I could catch up with her. When I was finished, I sat down beside her again, this time heavily. We were both silent for a time before she spoke.

"I guess it's your turn to clean up my mess, huh?"

"This isn't your mess, Mum," I sighed in resignation. "You just got involved. We both did."

"I'm sorry."

"Forget about it."

" ... You can handle this, right?"

"Yes," I replied. "I've already handled it twice."

"That explains your smell all over her, but this is different."

"I know. Shhhit, I told kitten that she had to be careful."

"She just needs guidance. Anyway, when were you telling her?"

"Last night. Long story short, I caught her using Gina without even knowing it, so I... explained it to her."

"Uh huh. Well, you couldn't have explained it very well, and Ash's influence isn't helping poor Gina, either."

"Ashleigh doesn't give a shit about Gina."

"Language, hon. But no, she doesn't. Mind you, Gina is a sweet little thing, and I loved licking her till she screamed."

"Mum!"

"Well, I did. The thing is that it would never stop there and I would never want to see her... you know."

"I know. I'll take care of it, don't worry."

"Well... I should in all fairness warn you that, even though Kitten will forgive you, it might not be right away and things might not be very pleasant between you two until she does."

"Yeah, well I guess that's my problem now. Tell me something?"

"Sure," she smiled.

"Are you particularly attracted to Sheila?"

She looked a little sharply at that, not expecting it and getting a smile from me in return.

"That'd be a yes," I chuckled."

"That'd be a no!" she corrected.

"She told me that whenever you're around, she can only think of being with you. I thought she meant some kinda pleasant, sisterly teatime in the garden until she mentioned your tits and grinding puss-"

"Well, that's her problem," she vehemently lied with her features slightly flushed, erupting from her seat once again, "cause I'm not in the least little bit attracted that meddling little whore of Babylon! I'll break her pretty little face if she-!"

"Uh, uh, uh..." I reminded with a grin, wagging my finger at her. "You promised you wouldn't."

Mum's reply was to stomp out, slamming the door behind her. Yet, for all her yelling and arguing, there was no question that our relationship had turned some sort of corner. I had to laugh after she was gone, returning my attention to Bay St. as I shook my head.

Of course, I would have helped Gina anyway, but I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to push Ashleigh's agenda, mostly because I'd be the one who benefitted the most. Beyond a sense of having forgotten something that had been distracting me all day, my biggest questions just then seemed to be about how I was going to make sure she left before it was too late- if it wasn't already- and how to make sure she'd never come back to haunt us.

 

Kitten

Rather than the playmate I'd intended, Gina had become more a plaything for me. I couldn't get enough, not even after our fun in the library.

"Oh my god, I still can't believe... we did that," she breathed as we went along our way.

"You enjoyed yourself," I teased.

"Yeah, but... it was wrong."

"No it wasn't.

"Umm..."

"Didn't you love sucking Auntie Kathleen's boobies?" I asked with an excited smile when I remembered her beneath the aggressive and gorgeous blonde.

" ... Yes," she admitted.

"And you looked like you were on a mission when you sucked Auntie Ashleigh's pussy. She really loved that, too."

She only looked down with a sheepish smile while she tugged at her hem, one of her erected nipples half bared. "I acted like such a little smut."

"I know. (Giggle!) But, I think you could stand to act a lot smuttier."

"Oh, I don't know..." she worried, biting her bottom lip.

"I do. Let's go outside."

It was beautiful out and, as we walked, she actually started to mellow out a little. As for myself, I was thinking about removing some clothing, not just because of the day's heat, but miffy's as well. Luckily for us, we ran into a few guys at the cinderblock garage.

"Oh no," Gina toned, dread creeping back into her voice.

In front of an opened bay door, Jack, Bradley and Rob were working at what looked like an all hands attempt at transferring sod from palettes in the garage to the bucket of a backhoe.

"Hi, guys!" I cheerily greeted with a sunny smile and wave.

They all smiled back and paused in their work to talk, eying us appreciatively.

"You guys have to be the hardest working people here," I told them.

"That's what we keep telling everyone," Rob answered, taking his gloves off and extending his hand.

I giggled as I shook it, then watched him shake Gina's as she tried to casually hold her hem in front. That was starting to bug me.

We shook hands with the other two and, by the time the pleasantries were over, we were all standing in a group. I giggled and lifted my skirt so they could see my panties, loving this so much that I actually flushed.

"Kat, please..." she tried to warn.




Sera Ch. 14



"It's hot," I defended, pulling it right off and dropping it.

"Uh, I really think you should-"

"Oh, shut up, Gina. Show them your bum in those nice heels."

"(Gasp!)"

"Do it."

She did it, eyes wide, jaw parted and red faced. Why she seemed so surprised, I had no idea as I unbuttoned my vest. At the time, I figured she should have come to expect as much.

"Stick it out more," I said, irritation still in my voice. "Act like a whore. Spread your feet so we can all see your gap."

She made a desperate sound that I ignored as we all took a good look. The guys were already hard and eager to drop their shorts when I told them, Gina taking a look over her shoulder at the stiff, bobbing members, then at me with anxiety that didn't exactly relieve my irritation. Dropping my vest on the ground, I stepped over in my cammie and panties, licked my finger and poked it up her pussy.

"Ut!?" she expressed through a sharp inhalation.

I giggled some more as her hips jerked to my fingering, then I played with her clitoris a little before slipping that finger right up her bum.

"Uuaa! Slutty!"

"We've done this before, Gina."

"But... Uhh? Nu- not in front u- ohh! ffu... people!"

"Gina... I'm just gonna do whatever I want, Okay?"

"Ohhhh!?"

"Because I can," I explained further, pulling my finger out of her bum and looking over the three hardened men at my disposal. "I'm gonna watch you get used like a little pig. Don't worry, you'll love every second of it, maybe more than I will. (Giggle)"

Her expression of disbelief turned to a sort of anxious resignation moments later when Jack was lining up his cock up between her bum cheeks. Then it turned to shock again as his cockhead pushed inside her bum hole to my giggles. Still holding the hem of her dress in front, she allowed herself to be pulled into him from behind as her sounds matched her expression

"Uhhhh! Ohhh! Na-aa!?"

At my further direction, Rob approached her from the front and, reaching down, I shoved his hardened member under her hem for her. The way she looked at me was priceless as he began writhing and grinding against her and, by it, I could tell when his head found her opening. Taking less time, Rob hastily filled her canal to her short whooping sounds as smiling Jack in the back took his time working his way up her bum.

With one hand down my panties, the other stroking Bradley's cock, I watched him slowly accomplish this feat, my heart fluttering like Gina's eyelids when I knew both of them were buried all the way up inside both of her holes. Her vocalizations were so erotic, louder whenever her heels lifted from the ground between their boots to the force of their slow, powerful grind. Even now, she actually still tried to keep her hemline lowered, even with both pussy and ass full, and I had to comment.

"I told you a cock or two would be up that little dress today. Now aren't you glad I told you to lose the panties?"

"Ooo-oohh, slu- sluttyyy-yy!!"

"(Giggle!) Bradley, umm... treat me like a little whore, okay?"

With a gracious smile, he replied, "Yes, Ms. Burchell, coming right up."

A minute later, my panties were gone and I was left in Gina's little cammie, bent over so that I had to hold on to the top of the backhoe bucket with my feet spread. I groaned to the finger in my flower while I watched Gina's abuse beside me. By the time she noticed, his cockhead was already up inside my bum.

Surprisingly, Gina orgasmed first. She was a hooping, hollering cacophony that we all watched while the two just kept fucking her like that, her feet now coming right off the cobblestones at times as she held on to Rob. Her hem was now entirely forgotten and anybody could see she'd given herself over.

My vocals were much like hers by the time Bradley was all the way inside. I held my bum rotated up for him, my mouth wide as I tried to relax to his meat. I snapped like a whip when his hand slid around from behind and pressed at my button, orgasming ten seconds later with miffy in his strong grip.

I'd gathered myself just in time to see Jack's grimacing face. His hips bucked powerfully as Gina made a choking sound, her eyes widening as he bucked again and again, pumping his cum up my beautiful Gina's lovely little bum hole. Gina was sexually livid, her own chemicals brewing a second orgasm for my lucky friend who was now being jerked and ground mercilessly.

We were both walking funny on our eventual way back to the house, both of us with cum running down our inner thighs and both of us now ethically compromised in Daddy's eyes. Unlike her, however, I was smiling. Not just because I had Gina where I needed her, but because I was almost satisfied and very happy. She, while not appearing unhappy, walked in a bit of a stupor.

"My ass hurts, slutty," she said in a dazed voice.

"(Giggle!)"

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Well, so does mine. I like it. Isn't it fun acting like a little whore?"

" ... Uh..."

"Gina?"

" ... I wanna go home..."

"Not yet."

"Can I please go home?" she asked.

"I said no. I'm just starting to have some fun, and you're part of it."

She didn't bring it up again, but her spaced out attitude was getting on my nerves by the time we got back to my apartment. Once there, I remembered something Auntie Ashleigh once told me, so I sat her down to correct her in a specific manner.

"Gina baby, look at me."

I loved her green eyes, especially the way they turned all whoopee for me.

"There's nothing wrong with doing what I tell you. I'm in control here, not you, so the responsibility is mine. Not yours."

"Uhh. Not mine?"

"No. Nothing I tell you to do is your responsibility."

" ... No, it... it isn't."

"So, there's no need to worry about what's happened today, is there?"

"No need to worry," she agreed, chilling out almost immediately.

"That's better. ... Um, Gina?"

"Yes?"

" ... From now on... just when we're alone, I mean, I... I want you to always call me... Mistress Kitten. Okay?"

"Yes, Mistress Kitten."

"(Giggle!)"

 

Steven

Concentration on the economy at hand was eluding me before Mum called, proving that it wasn't the gnawing awareness that I was now Gina's lifeguard that was distracting me. I'd sobered up enough to have control over myself and I used the large monitors with their colourful displays to dodge my reactions to what happened at the hotel but, beyond even that, there was... something.

I went to bed.

It was dark when I awoke to my doorbell. Without looking at the clock, I sleepily made my way to the door wearing nothing, my dick hardened and pointed at the ceiling.

It was Delores.

"Good evening, Mr. Burchell."

"Hey, Delores. Uhh... what time is it?"

She looked at her watch, then informed, "Almost half past ten, Sir."

" ... Wow. What's up?"

She actually glanced at my dick for a split second, a tiny smile at the corners of her mouth before she answered me.

"Mistress Ashleigh will be holding a family meeting tomorrow afternoon at one o'clock, Sir."

"The library?" I asked, looking at her bust line.

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks again."

"You're very welcome, Mr. Burchell."

"Delores, show me your tits."

"Of course," she said.

Less than ten seconds later, holding her blouse open for me with her professional smile, wearing a little white bra that seemed to hold her moderate sized breasts very nicely. I took it upon myself to pull the cups down and, of course, she never resisted.

I grabbed them and started making out with her, she responding in kind and allowing me to awkwardly move her into my apartment. Without even closing my door, I hustled her to my bedroom and pushed her down to the bed on her back. She gasped as I grabbed her between the legs, spreading hers and hiking her skirt for me. Her white panties were no obstacle as I pulled them aside for my meat, finding the entrance to her canal and shoving forward as she cried out.

And she was great. I stood at the edge of the bed and nailed her good, she taking it like she loved it because she did. In an effort not to mess up my bed, I withdrew my tool just before I came, pulling her up to a sitting position before ejaculating wildly into her hair.

It worked and she left minutes later with my jizz running from her hairline and down her forehead and face, down the sides of her neck and exposed chest. She laughed and said it tickled.

A half hour later, I was out of the shower, dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and nicely buzzed with my parasite still on the sidelines. Unfortunately, so was that niggling, unaccounted distraction at the edge of my psyche. I sat down and glanced at the array of monitors, all of them still active, none of them holding my attention.

"What's got you so off balance?" I asked myself, not getting an answer right away.

" ... Something... It's like there's something we should be seeing, but we're not."

"Well, let's see," I sighed in return, wanting another drink, "First of all, there's Mum. I'd say she's really no big worry for the immediate present, though I wouldn't take my eyes off her."

"She does seem a lot more... stable. Different, though."

"Stable is good, different or no. Second, there's Sheila."

Yeah, Sheila... You know, I hate to say it because I really do love Sheila but, now that I know her better, I can see why Mum would feel the way she does. Kitten, too."

"She's not that bad."

"Gimmie a break. Any man that resists her does himself a huge favour. She's not for the faint of heart, that one."

"Heh! Fuck, you're right about that," I laughed. "Okay, so... what?"

"So, maybe Sheila should never leave here either, not so much for her own good... but the good of the rest of the world," I judged with a further laugh.

"Alright, so that's Sheila. Then, there's Kitten."

"Yeah. I have to say, as much as I'm falling for her, I'm becoming a little concerned on this Gina thing."

"She just needs guidance, like Mum said."

" ... No. No, I really don't like what I'm hearing. You made it pretty clear to her about how innocent people, our own loved ones, can get hurt by us. The first time was a mistake, but now she has no excuse."

"You weren't even there. Maybe you should give her a chance to explain before you judge."

"I'm sure we won't escape her first opportunity to explain. What I'm getting at is what kind of a person it takes to do that to a loyal friend."

"I understand, but try to keep in mind who and what you're dealing with here. Even you're beginning to see that you can't have a normal sex life, and we pretty much spelled it out for her at the hotel. What do you expect?"

"Yeah, okay, let's just drop that for now until I can look into it," I stressed, getting up and wandering closer to the balcony's open doors.

"Good enough," my parasite easily agreed, going on with, "Finally, we have Aunt Ashleigh."

"Our hostess with the mostess," I joked.

"Yeah, she's fuckin' hot."

"She also pisses me off. I hate the way she dangles things just out of our reach, leading us around through the dark to god only knows where for her own mysterious reasons..."

"I tend to trust her more than you."

"That's not exactly big news. Look, it's not like I hate her- I actually like her as a person- it's just how she always gets her little way, how she assumes she will because she always fu-"

My mouth actually snapped shut as I realized what it was that I wasn't seeing. My own parasite brought my attention to it in his last comment.

"What?" I asked.

"It's her. Ashleigh. You said you've always trusted her more than me and I've always taken that for granted..."

"So, what?"

"Tell me... Have we ever actually seen our Aunt Ashleigh? Hasn't it always been our other Aunt Ashleigh?"

" ... Ye- yes. ... Yes, I see, except I've never smelled booze off her. I've never seen any effects of it either, so how can that be?"

"Maybe our in-house pharmacy..."

" ... Meds worked for Marie."

"You're damned right they did, but you're still not grasping the real significance of this."

"Okay," I sighed, bracing myself. "What's the real significance of this?"

I didn't reply right away, instead taking a moment to gather my thoughts on the statement I needed to make to myself as I looked out over Ashleigh World.

"The reason you've always trusted her more is because you're of her ilk. As you pointed out, the attraction to Kitten is instinctually from you, so it follows that you would instinctually align yourself with Ashleigh for the very same reasons as your natural attraction to our cousin. Furthermore, since we're both pretty sure for the moment that my other aunt is the one we've been dealing with since we've been here, that means that I'm depending on mum's affliction being dealt with by, or with the help of, the very disease that inflicts her."

"Huh?"

"Put simply, it's like the Americans giving the Russians the key to the country and asking if they wouldn't mind coming to the states to find all those pesky Iranian spies."

" ... That would be stupid."

"Precisely my point."



Sera Ch. 15



Kitten

As we sat waiting for Stevie at twelve minutes after one, my mind drifted back to the previous evening when Delores called at my door to inform me of the family meeting he was currently late for. The only thing in my mind when I answered was watching Gina getting fucked from behind by Lamarr while sucking a serving boy's meat, but the seamen dribbling from Delores's scalp caught my attention right away. I laughed excitedly when she told me my Stevie was responsible and invited her in to watch what was happening to Gina with me. She enjoyed watching Gina guzzle their loads as much as I did and told me she'd see to my request for fresh cock.

Not having to worry about Gina's opinion anymore, I wore a pair of black leggings with a tight, white cotton undershirt. I decided not to bother with either panties or bra, but grabbed my white hair band and slipped on my good old snakeskin ball-breakers. In the mirror, I smiled at my practical, fifties styling outfit that made me think of June Cleaver's slut daughter.

Sitting in the apex of our semicircle around the unlit fireplace, Auntie Ashleigh brought me back to the present, clearing her throat in growing irritation as she glanced again at her watch. She wore a very sexy, but surprisingly conservative mauve business suit with a tight skirt that almost reached her knees, a fair amount of cleavage showing between the long, narrow lapels of the blazer.

Auntie Kathleen watched her from her seat across from mine with an amused expression. She wore a white skirt that was thinner and fit closer than Auntie Ashleigh's did, but was almost as long. Above this, she wore a short sleeved, pink knit sweater that buttoned up, but not very far. The top of her bra was clearly visible as she sat there with her drink, legs crossed, her feet in white, three inch, open toed heels.

Sheila sat on the loveseat, also across from me and between both her sisters in a long dress, a form flattering thing of shimmering, electric blue that brought out her eyes in spectacular form. I wondered why she'd gone to such trouble with herself, with the dress, her flawless makeup and hair. Black pumps added a little height, but were mostly hidden behind her floor length hem. Interestingly, even with the high collar, the sleeveless, open shouldered garment still attracted attention to her fair sized bust, just not as much attention as the slit that ran all the way up the left side and to her hip. I kept trying to see if she was even wearing panties and was becoming a little distracted by that when Stevie finally appeared.

"Thanks so much for joining us," Auntie Ashleigh said politely, but sarcastically.

"Whatever. Is this shindig another self-serve thing, or should I wait for one of your zombies?"

He was plastered. He actually staggered into the room, his careless smile slipping over each of us, a halfhearted wave ending with his hand lifelessly slapping his thigh. Even his mummy looked at him with surprise as he staggered to the wet-bar, but there was also a devious smile on her lips that Ashleigh wasn't looking at just then.

His hair was a bit wet and slicked back again, his gray dress pants and wine coloured silk shirt surprisingly neat, even though his black tie was loose at the collar. He was just fabulous.

"Yes, it's self-serve," our hostess angrily ground. "Get a god damned biscuit and sit down!"

He made a hissing sound and held his hand up his clawed hand before shambling towards the bar.

"How are you today, sweetie pie?" Auntie Kathleen asked.

"Good, Mummy. You?"

"Fine," she returned.

Auntie Kathleen kept looking at him, almost laughing as he sloshed some whiskey into a glass. After adding ice, he made his way to the semicircle of women, falling into the armchair between mine and Auntie Ashleigh's, giving me a smile and a wink.

"(Giggle!)"

He grinned and nodded to Sheila last, the glamorous blonde shaking her head at him, but smiling back.

"I hate your hair like that," Auntie Ashleigh coldly informed him.

"Tell me that's not what this meeting's about?" he asked hopefully.

Her lips tightened and they both stared one another in the eyes. I waited for something crazy to happen but, after this tense pause between them, Auntie Ashleigh's restrained voice began while she continued to glare at my cousin for several seconds into her words.

"Thank you all for coming, no matter your condition. I do so love it when the family can get together in peace and harmony like this. ... (Ahem) Actually, this meeting is necessarily long overdue, so without wasting too much time, I'd like to get started before one of us ruins things with his or her attitude.

"The reason this has been overdue is because, until now, not all of us have been quite on the same page," she said, eyes falling on me, "but now that we are... Kitten honey, I'm sorry the truth of your heritage had to be kept from you. The last thing I wanted to do was to keep anything from anybody, but this was a delicate matter and it had to be handled just so. I mean, you can imagine how you'd have reacted had I simply called you to my den and came out with it, right?"

I nodded, completely understanding this, just not the way she went about things.

"I wanted Steven to break it to you because you two are very close to the same age and... well, that requires further explanation that I'll be getting into later. For now, let's just try to get a bit comfortable with one another. Yes, I know you all have questions, but before I get into the heavy stuff, and in the interests of you all feeling more comfortable with me... I should begin with myself."

She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs and leaning a little towards the small table by her chair. Looking up at the ceiling as though the words she started saying were written up there, she began.

"As you all know, I'm the eldest of Mum and Dad's three children. From the earliest times I can remember, Dad had a long day's work. He was older than Mum and raised during the great depression era in Northern New Brunswick. Let me spell out here that, during the great depression in Northern New Brunswick, there was less than nothing. We're talking third world living conditions, un-insulated houses with walls like Swiss cheese in the middle of the winter. Dad himself quit school in grade three to go to work picking potatoes, his pay being potatoes that he brought home to feed his family with. As you can imagine, he grew up to be a very driven man, like a lot of kids from that era did. He educated himself when he got older and worked hard, putting in long hours at the office and coming home late every night, often with more work.

"Mum, on the other hand, came from Montreal and her family had fared much better during the depression. Her mother, who we'll get back to in time, was... well, like us, and able to more than provide for Marie when she was growing up here in this very house."

That gave us all pause.

"Yes. So, when I tell the four of you that this is your family home, you can see that I am in no way bullshitting you. Again though, I'll get back to that later on. I only bring it up now because I know neither you, Kathleen, or you, Sheila, were aware of Mum's mother and I wanted to make clear the life that Marie had been used to before she met Dad in Saint John.

"So, although Dad was a compulsive workaholic, he would've been working around the clock anyway in order to keep Mum satisfied. If you'll remember, she always looked great, always had lots of new clothes, shoes, jewelry, makeup, so-on and so-forth. She was spoiled and Dad loved her too much to ever tell her no. Of course, Dad was under her influence almost from the beginning, but that's the way our relationships with others are, to one degree or another. In any case, my point is that he worked a lot and, with Sheila and Kathleen little more than toddlers at the time, that left Mum and I.

"Now, Mum was... alright during those early years. At least she was with me. She'd play with me, spend hours with me and our Barbie dolls, and saw to it that we had all the Barbie accessories and all the other games and toys we wanted. At first, I didn't think anything of it, but then I noticed that my friend's mothers didn't do that when I was over to their houses. I even asked them and they told me that, apart from some activities such as board games, their parents never got down on the floor to play Barbie dolls with them. Even then, I didn't think it was too weird. In fact, I counted myself lucky because I had more fun playing with Mum than I did with my friends, anyway.

"We played with dolls together for quite a while, well into my teens, longer than most girls are interested in dolls and that was because, umm... Well, with my awakening sexuality, and Mum's raging hormones, the situations Barbie would find herself in began to change. We started dressing her like a slut... Ken became somewhat more aggressive. Heh, it was good fun. Soon, Barbie's little skirt started 'accidently' falling down in front of him and- Okay, I digress."

She laughed at herself, as though a little embarrassed at her admission, but went on after she took a sip from her drink.

"Uh... so, we'd get ourselves all worked up and... Well, we became very close. She became my everthing and there was nobody I trusted more."

Saying this, she looked directly at Auntie Kathleen, and there was no mistaking the displeasure in her eyes. Her little sister looked down to her lap to pick at her nails, yet with her lips set tight in silent defiance. Whatever that was about, Auntie Ashleigh went on.

"This closer relationship started later on. We'd already moved to Toronto on account of an... incident. Mum was becoming a little unbalanced at this point. She wanted sex from Dad as soon as he got in the door, often four to six times a day if she could get it out of him. When she couldn't, her mood was... not good.

"This was also when I became aware of just how ineffective Dad was with her. That inner awareness that we all share was already champing at the bit from within me, thanks to all the underage drinking and toking with my friends. However, once Mum inadvertently 'turned my eyes on', I started understanding a lot better about what had been going on in our house. She'd sit him down at the kitchen table for what she would call an 'interview'. I'd watch her stare at him, Dad staring back, then she'd ask if any secretaries were sucking his cock at work, etcetera. Of course, this wasn't the case because she'd have had him well conditioned not to cheat. Rather this was jealousy and growing paranoia that forced her to constantly make sure. So, she'd get the answers she wanted, then tell him to go upstairs and get ready for his reward.

"This became more and more common and, soon, Sheila and Kathleen were old enough to be aware of, and included in the social interactions of the family, if not on a supernatural level. ... Both of you were beautiful and I remember when she started looking sideways at Sheila. You see, I didn't look anything like her, much more like dad, even to the point where Mum would sometimes call me Walton, so she never saw me as the threat that she perceived in Sheila. Kathleen was okay because of the uncanny likeness to Mum that fed her ego, but once it became clear that Kathleen's loyalties lay strictly with Sheila, she started in on her as well.

"Then, one day, I got into trouble at school. I was caught cheating on an English test and kept after to sit alone in front of Mr. Nice's desk with the door closed while he explained to me what a heinous thing I'd done. As I've said, my eyes were opened by then, and I'd been feeling subtly different, as though a new type of awareness that I never knew prior to intimacy with Mum stood in the shadows of my mind. So, having seen the expression on Dad's face after Mum would sit him down for her little interviews, I knew exactly what was happening when I saw Mr. Nice's eyes go all funny.

"Heh. Once I got over the initial shock of seeing my teacher like that, the instinctual knowledge that he was under my complete control... It just came to me. I couldn't even believe I was doing it, but I told him to give me my cheat notes back and he did. Then I told him to take his pants and underwear down, which he also did. After getting him to stroke himself hard for me, I took a good look at his dick, a rather nice one, as I told him at the time. Ha! Anyway, I had him pull his pants up afterward and that's when I told him that if I ever got any flack about my cheating, he'd have a pretty hard time explaining how I'd know about the mole on his scrotum."

We all laughed with her about this, took more from our glasses, and listened as she continued.

"So, it's off home for me. I'm elated, but pretty freaked out, too. I'm halfway home and... well, I'd used the ability and it awakened further on account of it. Far enough, at any rate, to allow memories that Mum had suppressed within my mind to break out. At first, I thought I was remembering recurring dreams, because that's what these memories felt like until they could take better shape in my mind. ... She, uhh... She was putting me under her influence, telling me to look directly into her eyes. Then she'd slap me back to awareness. Hard. I couldn't believe it, but the memories were there, accessible now. She'd been doing it for a while and I even remembered how she laughed until she literally wet herself each time. I felt like a fool, remembering how my cheeks would sometimes be stinging sore and red over the past few years, but without any idea of why at the time.

Moreover... I suddenly felt afraid of her. This was something I had a hard time even wrapping my mind around, a fear of Mum. Like I say, we were... I trusted her like I trusted nobody. Well. ... That all ended that day.

"I stopped at the playground and sat on the swings for a while in shock, trying to incorporate this, trying to make excuses for her, but I saw it all then and I knew there was something very wrong with her. I finally went home and, of course, she wanted to know why I was late. Since Mum and I never had any secrets, I'd never lied to her before, but that time I did and she knew right away. Mum was always pretty smart like that. She grabbed me by the arm, told me to look her in the eyes and I did. Yes, I knew what she was up to, but I thought I could resist because of what had happened with Mr. Nice earlier on.

"I was wrong about that. She battered down my resistance immediately, her power and experience completely overwhelming me at the age I was then, and she did things... I'll never forget how she... mind-raped me. It was horrible. (Sigh) At that point, she'd recently seen Star Wars and had discovered her little Jedi analogy and all the terms that went with it. To her mind, I was a Jedi Knight, out to destroy her, the Sith Empress. I saw this when she did what she did to me and then I knew how dangerous she really was. And now she knew that I knew, and why. She turned on me just like that and I was no longer safe in that house. I knew it as well as I knew she'd raped my mind of every little private thought I'd ever had, as I knew that she'd destroy me as a whole other kind of threat, apart from the one that Sheila and Kathleen posed in her mind.

" ... I hate to say it, but I was so afraid that I didn't even think about them, my poor little sisters, about what she'd put you two through and how you'd never even understand what you were facing until you got older, but there would have been little I could do to protect you in any case. It's not like I had a prayer in standing up to Mum; she'd proven that very quickly and very effectively, and what would I have told the authorities? Like they would have believed me had I told them the true nature of the threat in that house? Dad was of no help, she owned the poor man so, as I saw it, I was out of options. I left that night with all the money from her purse, some food and a small suitcase of clothes and other immediate essentials."

Ashleigh took a break here, sipping from her glass and then wiping a tear from beneath each eye.

"(Sniff) Uh... yeah, so I- I got out. ... I managed to get into a cheap room and just sat there in abject fear of Mum and what would happen to me. Even if their parents would get involved, I didn't dare go to my friends because I could never explain to them why I had to leave any more than I could to the authorities. Also, now that I was alone, my newfound abilities made me fear that somebody would find out about my secret, recognize me as an outsider, that something bad would happen to me. What more likely circumstances for that to happen than within the close confines of a friend's house? Worse yet, I had to have some measure of privacy for my... frequency. Masturbating."

"Ye ole Burchell drive..." Sheila toned.

"You said it, sis," Ashleigh replied, dry eyed now. "It's absurd that it would even be a consideration at a time like that, but there it was. So, I sat in that disgusting little room, acutely aware of how each night I spent there would take a fair chunk out my very limited cash reserve. In addition, the small amount of food I took from home wouldn't last forever. When I'd slipped out of my window earlier that evening, I had no plan at all, beyond buying myself enough time to make one.

"The next morning, things looked slightly better. I wasn't so scared and, to calm myself further, I spread everything I owned out on the bed and took inventory of all resources at hand. The final resource, the one from within that I'd been half avoiding since I'd left the night before was then finally addressed. I took full inventory of the information I had on it, both from my experience with Mum, what she'd done to Dad and from the Mr. Nice incident at school. Once I was finished, I was quite happy that Mum didn't kill me as soon as she'd finished mind raping me.

"I took a deep breath and put it all together for myself. I knew my best chance of survival was to utilize the protection of an adult, and soon. So I thought about what I needed in such a person and it wasn't long before I came up with an answer. Now I had a plan and, while that made me feel a lot better, this plan required some strange groundwork. It meant the necessity of gaining a little more familiarity with my abilities. Despite my anxiety over what that meant, I still felt better when I left to go see to this groundwork than when I'd arrived the night before. But then... I suppose anybody would be the predator, rather than the prey...

"I'd applied my eye makeup, especially the liner, somewhat heavier than usual to bring them out, and the first place I went was downtown, straight to Yonge Street. By that age, I'd been there many times before with my friends. It was where we got our weed and alcohol, so it was familiar ground for me, yet with the impersonal atmosphere of the ever changing crowd. Even if I saw any of my friends there, it was way too early for anybody, especially them, to know I'd even run away, so I wasn't that worried.

"I soon had my first mark in sight. A woman who was in her mid-twenties, maybe older, walking down the sidewalk in an ugly coat and touk, sure that everyone was watching, judging her every movement. I was a bit surprised at how quickly and easily I read that from her, but I didn't hesitate when we came face to face.

"I love your coat." I tell her.

"She stops right up, looks me in the eyes before she can think about it, and two seconds later I have her. It was incredible and I even knew I didn't have to test her, but I did because this was about gaining experience.

"Tell me your deepest secret," I say.

" ... I don't belong in this country," she says back to me with a Slavic accent.




Sera Ch. 15



"You don't?" I asked, a little surprised at this.

"She shakes her head and goes on to tell me that she came here from Romania on 'vacation' over four years ago, and had been making a decent living for herself under the table since then. Of course, it was a lot easier to do that back then.

"Pinch your arm," I tell her next. "Stick your hand up your sleeve and pinch."

"She does this and jumps, but only looks at me with that spaced out stare afterward, so I tell her to do it again, but harder. She does, and I have her keep it up, I mean I'm making her hold that pinch until she starts to cry, but she keeps it up until I tell her to stop. Meanwhile, I'm freaking out. I'm doing this right out on the street in broad daylight, and nobody can tell. Everybody's just walking right on by, never making eye contact with strangers, as it is in the big cities.

"I ask her if she has any money and she tells me she does. I ask her how much, she says just over one hundred dollars. I tell her to give it to me and, sure enough, she takes her brown satchel purse down from her shoulder and gets out her wallet. Out comes the money and she holds it right out to me."

"Ask me to take it," I tell her, because I have to push it.

"Please take my money," she says.

"Public disinterest or no, this is really pushing it because there are certain laws about doing business on the streets. They were put in place to keep prostitution, drugs dealing and other things under some control, and I'm getting pretty antsy with her standing there, holding her cash out to me like that.

"So, having taken it as far as I dared, I told her that I didn't want her money and to put it away. She does, then I tell her to forget all about everything that happened after I complimented her coat. I break eye contact, she blinks at me a bit, then tells me where she bought her ugly coat. I politely thank her and quickly move on, looking back only once. She just walked on down the sidewalk, herself never looking back, exactly as she was before she ran across me.

"I kept walking, heart pounding, face flushed. It felt like everybody knew. The impersonal glances of strangers seemed full of suspicion, but I knew I got away with it. The Eaton Center had just opened that year and, having already been there many times with my friends, I knew it'd be crowded. After I got there, I was able to mostly get over the initial thrill of my first experiment, but I was still elated with my success and a little more particular this time.

"She was in the beauty section, an average looking woman in her late thirties, wearing a wedding ring. After some quick thought, I walked up and asked if I could help her. I wasn't exactly dressed like one of the store employees, so she looked right into my eyes with her question before she ever got it out of her mouth. In fact, she never got it out of her mouth.

"I told her in a low voice that I was her best friend. She agreed and I told her that we were hanging out. She actually repeated it back to me like I should know better than to think I'd have to tell her. We walked around for quite a while. She bought me some makeup, a nice outfit and a good meal. We parted ways outside over two hours later, me waving and telling her with a big smile to forget all about me the second she turned her back.

"I went back into the store, got a refund on the outfit and went to the nearest liquor store. My friends and I had other ways of procuring our booze at the time but, as you can imagine, I now had a more efficient way. With my pint of rum, I went back to my rented room to reflect on my success and evaluate my next move.

"I went out again that same evening, dressed more provocatively despite that it was late November. Again, I went a bit heavier on the eye makeup than usual, and also dressed more provocatively. I'd drunk most of the pint so, along with the day's earlier successes, I was feeling a lot more confident. At least I knew I could support myself should I have had to stay in that crappy, filthy little room until the right person came along.

"It's Friday night and I'm moving down the sidewalk, the nightlife streaming around me, men checking me out and all. My fear was diminishing as I moved through a life that I was beginning to see quite differently. I was free and I had an advantage over the herd. I was the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing and I was a lot bolder about getting practice on the sheep than I had been earlier that day.

"I couldn't legally get into bars, but I knew that this was where I needed to be because that's where my ultimate mark would most likely be found. Not just any bar either, but a particular establishment that attracted a specific type. I found one pretty quick by asking around, and flashed my OHIP card at the big dyke guarding the door."

Here, Auntie started laughing a little as we all joined in without knowing exactly why. Even my drunken Stevie smiled in return at this sincere display that was somehow catching.

"Understand here," she explained around her mirth, "that, while I was tall, my hips and chest weren't quite what they are now and I was often mistaken, like you three girls, for being much younger than my age. Already being under nineteen as it was, that didn't help my case at the door.

"So yeah, I showed her my OHIP, she looked into my eyes to see if I was kidding and that was it for her. I told her it was a driver's license that said I was twenty-five and, the next thing I know, I'm in and looking for my mark.

"With my new talent for reading people's demeanor, I found what I needed right away. She was early middle aged, big boned and a bit chubby with dark hair. She stood at about my height, pretty enough in her own dowdy little way with tits about the same size as mine, but I could tell they were a bit saggy. I undid another button at the top of my blouse and watched her from across the room, quietly sipping at a drink while I waited for her to notice me looking.

"Well, she did. I had this little smile on my face and her reaction was suddenly widening eyes and parting lips. She looked away, but looked back again moments later. I smiled right at her, a friendly smile that she returned, then looked away again.

She kept looking off and on, trying to be casual about it and the polite smiles she offered while I wondered if she could fulfill the rest of my requirements. The fact that she was there alone told me that she was a closet lesbian and probably from out of town where nobody would catch her, looking to gratify latent desires. As long as she made a half decent wage, wasn't married, or from Toronto after all, she'd be perfect.

"I screwed up my courage and went to find out, telling myself that she probably wouldn't meet my requirements and that I'd only be walking away anyhow. Wrong. I said hello and, after some small talk, found her warming up a little. I was able to drag the shy woman to a quieter area where we could talk further and she asked me how old I was. I told her the truth, smiling with a little played up guilt and asking her not to tell anybody. She told me she wouldn't and asked me if I was still in school. I told her I was and she told me she was a high school teacher in Sault Ste Marie, and that I was much prettier than all the girls in her school."

"Um, had you been with a girl before that, Auntie?" I asked.

"Apart from Mum, no, but... I'd been looking at my friends, especially one of them, Courtney. She seemed to like looking at my tits when she didn't think I was looking, but I'd never done anything. I certainly had no problem with it in terms of kink, though I did prefer men, but this was about survival. I much preferred a woman for the role of my protector over a man because of trust issues. No offense, Steven, but I could never have turned my back on a strange man at the time, not in the predicament I was in. I had to be as sure as possible of the person who would support and protect me and that meant a shy, spinster closet lesbian.

"Anyway, as soon as she told me that, I took her under my influence. Right then and there. The first thing I told her was that I was her naughty little schoolgirl and that I'd be living with her for an indeterminate amount of time. She, of course, agreed with this, also agreeing when I told her that said naughty little schoolgirl was in charge from then on.

"My assumption that she'd travelled there in her own car was correct. Since it was still relatively early and neither of us had any reason left for staying there, I told her to drive me to my room so I could collect my few belongings, and then to take me home. About eight hours later, I'm in her apartment, opening my suitcase on her bed while she watches with an overjoyed smile.

"In a sense, although she was only a figurehead and I was the real power in that apartment from then on, Laura finished raising me. Along with my powers of persuasion, she was able to help me enroll in the high school she worked at, telling them I was her niece. The story was that I was from out of town and staying with her because my mother was an abusive alcoholic. So, not only was I able to finish my schooling, but she even helped with my studies. Fuck, I was actually in her English class. In return, I helped her with the chores, marking her student's work and, of course, I sucked her pussy till she screamed orgasm whenever she wanted. She loved how I'd hang around in schoolgirl outfits and, when I joined the cheerleaders by influencing the coach to let me on, she went to every game, hurrying me to her bed as soon as she got me home to strip off my sexy little uniform and live out all her perverted little fantasies with me. Yeah, Laura was great."

Auntie Ashleigh smiled and took a drink of her glass, looking at the empty container afterwards with a slight frown. Auntie Kathleen responded to this, getting up with her own empty glass and holding out her hand for her big sister's.

"Always full of surprises, Kathleen," Auntie commented with a smile while handing her glass over.

"I know you think I'm an ignorant little bitch," the well-endowed blonde stated in a cool, but easy tone, "but it just so happens that I do have some class."

"No, sweetie pie, I never thought you were ignorant. Definitely a bitch though, and way too much class."

"It's gotten me this far," she replied as she took note of everyone's drinks, excluding Sheila's. "Kitten, would you please help me serve?"

"Yes, Auntie," I agreed with a smile, wanting to help out so we could hear more from Auntie Ashleigh. This was awesome.

 

Steven

It never ceased to amaze me, the crazy circumstances that just got crazier. I mean, less than three months ago, I was graduating from high school, looking at Mum's proud smile with the camcorder as I took my diploma, she gesticulating in an effort to make me wave back for posterity. That was before I learned that Dad had disappeared, before Mum and I were raked over the coals by the authorities, before we found ourselves with nothing but each other's warm bodies and forbidden desires. It was before I found out that there was something very wrong with her side of the family and that she'd in fact killed my father and thirteen other people. Now here I was, not even really myself as I sat drunk with two long lost aunts and one estranged cousin, all of whom I'd already had some form of sex with. I laughed a bit at the craziness of it all while I watched Kitten's tight little ass follow my mother's to the wet bar.

"No more booze for your son," Ashleigh tersely ordered as she looked sideways at me. "Where in hell were you, anyway?"

"I had an important meeting with a translator," I answered without being able to help a smirk. "I had to send her home early on a full day's pay for this."

"Shut up."

"Oh, don't be like that," I told her, checking out her cleavage as Sheila looked at me like I was crazy. "Not when I'm like this."

Kathleen, tell your kid to shut up!"

"Shut up, Steven," she toned.

Her command utterly lacked any authority, weight, attention or even caring as she busily prepared drinks, the empty verbal gesture nothing more than that. Me and Sheila laughed, Kitten giggled and Ashleigh was visibly upset. She probably thought she had everyone's total respect because she had the floor and was telling her admittedly fascinating story.

"Oh, we're sorry," I slurred, still smiling but actually meaning it. "We'll leave you alone. You know, we only does it cause we loves ya. Heh."

"Please shut up."

Between them, Mum and Kitten refilled all of our drinks, actually honouring Ashleigh's request of no more booze for me. When they finished, Mum slapped the back of my hand with a smile and told me to behave before taking her seat.

"Yes, please do behave, you drunken chimp," Ashleigh glowered. "Okay, so where was I?"

"(Ahem) uh, you were with Laura," Sheila reminded as she got up to get her own drink.

"Right, thank you, sweetie pie. Yes, so it turned out to be great," she continued, "Sault Ste. Marie was far enough away that I knew I was safe from Mum, but it also made things easier in terms of explanations to friends who I sooner or later would have run into in Toronto. I made new friends, especially after I made the cheerleaders and, by the time I graduated, I had a whole new life.

"After graduation, I got a job selling vacuum cleaners. Of course, all my customers bought and I made great sales bonuses, but the fucking things were such a pain in the ass to carry around- Yes, Kathleen, I swore- to carry around in those stupid bags. I quit that job and went for a managerial position that opened at a nice local restaurant. By then, I was more comfortable with influencing people and, as you can imagine, I only needed to get in for the interview. It was a good job and I actually did very well, but I didn't like the forced social situation that came with it and the money wasn't good enough to ensure my survival, let alone provide the luxuries that I felt were within my grasp.

"The problem was that I was too young and inexperienced for any serious position, both in appearance and capability. I wasn't kidding myself based on my success with the restaurant and I knew that, in any really profitable career, the bigger the money, the higher my profile, and therefore the more dangerous it was to use my special abilities.

"In time, the attention I received for being a successful eighteen year old restaurant manager started to get to me so, despite the fact that my employers were very happy with my performance to the point of offering me a raise to stay, I quit. For the next week, I sat around depressed. Laura was worried and fawning, telling me that she could support the both of us and all.

"As for her, I'd come to love her almost as much as she loved me, and this was part of the problem. See, I knew it was inevitable that I leave... and I think that she somehow did too. I became more depressed, supporting myself and padding her account with smalltime schemes that my persuasion made fool-proof and drinking most every evening away. By the time I was drinking almost two pints of rum every day, I think Laura was glad to see me go, despite both our love and our tears. She never knew about why it was that she found me so unique and addictive, never knew about my past and, in the end, I didn't even have to keep her under my influence to ensure her loyalty. Yes, I loved her, and not just out of gratitude. I never cheated on her once, no matter how horny I got and no matter how many times I was tempted to go do something off the wall in order to satisfy my perverted drive. However, the reality was that she'd served her purpose and she was now holding me back.

"I'd gained a driver's license and a car so, travelling light, I took off down the highway, headed to god only knew where. Well, it turned out to be Saskatoon. Why Saskatoon? Why the hell not? First of all, it was a big enough city for me to operate in; secondly, nobody there knew me. I rented a small, furnished apartment near a liquor store, then went out to find an 'old friend' to hang around with, show me the town and tell me which way the wind blew. That didn't take too long and, after 'borrowing' a fair sum of money from her, I told her to forget about me and go home.

"And that's more or less what I did for months, drinking and influencing people for fun and profit up until early summer. It wasn't much, but it was all I needed to sit around thinking depressively of home and what I could ultimately do with my life. Up until then, I was dealing with my mounting sex drive the way I always had, this being masturbation. I'd had a few boyfriends before, had even had sex with one of them but, after I left home, the thought of having a boyfriend seemed unrealistic and unimportant. Furthermore, the prospect of that type of relationship made me nervous because of my abilities. Once again, my greatest strength was also my greatest weakness, my fear of being discovered too great to allow any kind of equal relationship, regardless of whether my partner was male or female. This was actually one of the many things that had me down a lot of the time.

"Now, it happened that, along my way home from the uptown area, through a less than uptown area, one might say, there was this big old two-story house. It was just off the sidewalk with an adjoined garage, along a street that looked like it was slowly being rezoned for commercial businesses. It looked like a nice enough house, if a little ramshackle, but it was obviously of some quality to begin with and got livelier as the weather warmed. Over the winter, there was usually a vehicle in the short driveway in front of the garage, but now it seemed reserved for Harleys, and it became commonplace to see people hanging out on the long front deck, or inside the open garage door with music playing.

"I'd look in, checking this place out because I'd come to figure out that it was a biker club, and I was curious. They seemed to be having a good time, drinking and laughing, yet not shooting or throwing people through windows. They looked a lot like regular people. My attention was noted a few times but, beyond a casual double-take, they left me alone. Until one evening.

Ashleigh paused, clearing her throat and taking a drink. As though this were a signal, we all did too, Sheila included now that she'd gotten hers and had returned to her seat, each of us waiting for what came next.

"It was my nineteenth birthday and I'd been out celebrating most of the day. I was in a great mood and horny as all get out. I'd even just collected over a thousand Dollars from someone and was swaggering down the sidewalk the way I used to back then, cocky as hell and wearing a tight pair of jeans that had been cut off far enough to expose the bottoms of the white pocket liners. Above those, I wore a T-shirt I'd left home with. It was white and featured Popeye on the front. What with my height, hips and bust line, I didn't want any more dimension than I already had, so I chose my usual black, flat soled shoes. It being the late seventies, I'd been letting my hair grow almost halfway down my back in natural, loose ringlets for want of anything else to do with it at the time.

"Anyway, I'd already been to the liquor store, and some of it never made the trip home. I was actually screwing the cap back on one of the pints as I approached the biker house.

"There was a man and woman on the porch, sitting on the railing and kissing. It wasn't anything heavy, actually quite romantic, and I could tell they actually cared for one another. I remember smiling a little as I watched, thinking that it was sweet how even people like that could have something so nice. I didn't even notice the guy in the driveway until he stood, stepping from the bike he'd been working on by the sidewalk and into my path."




Sera Ch. 15



"Get a good look?" he asks me.

"He was a little taller than me, a little stocky, but with a lean face. Besides being a bit rough, he actually didn't look that bad, and was almost smiling. However, I rightly figured that this was only because he enjoyed my reaction and that there was genuine suspicion behind his question. My reaction, by the way, was one of shock and embarrassment. I was staring at the kissing couple so hard that I never saw him crouching there, and I didn't even think of using my ability as I stood in momentary shock, jaw hanging while I searched for something to say. Keep in mind, I'd become used to keeping mostly my own company. When I wasn't, I was usually working and in total control of that other person."

"I- Uh, it just looked..."

"Like you should call the cops on them for indecent exposure?"

"No! God, no, I thought- I mean, it was cool!"

"Why are you always gawking in here?"

"I-I wasn't gawking, I was just- just looking because you guys seem cool and I was just walking home and I just looked in and I just thought it was cool," I gushed as others emerged from the house, big men in leather and jeans, a couple of women who dressed much the same."

"What's your name?" he asked, still suspicious.

"Ashleigh, sir."

I'd answered with a fear driven respect that was just as genuine as his suspicion. I knew I'd never handle the gaggle that now surrounded me, abilities or no, but the mood of the group suddenly changed. I could sense it, not just in how they all looked at me with little smiles, but on a deeper level that most people wouldn't appreciate.

"That's right, blue eyes," he replied, smiling now along with the others. "I'm 'Sir' to you. Let's have some ID. Now."

"I produced it from my purse, handing it to him. He took that and my purse, passing the latter to a skanky, thirty-something blonde woman who searched through it while he checked out my ID."

"Ashleigh Burchell. Why's this an Ontario driver's license?"

"I'm from the Sault, Sir."

"Huh?"

"Sault Ste Marie."

"Says here you're nineteen. Today, at that."

"Yes, Sir."

"Why do you look younger? You can't be more than sixteen."

"I swear I'm nineteen, Sir."

"Do all the girls in Ontario got nice big tits like you?"

"Uh- I..."

"How long you been here?"

"Just o- over five months, Sir."

"Where do you live?"

"I told him my address while he openly checked out my body. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I figured as long as I stayed respectful and stuck to the simple truth as much as I could, they'd let me go without incident.

"What's in her purse?" he asked the blonde.

"Over a thousand dollars and one and a half pints of rum."

"Really? ... Where'd you get the cash, blue eyes?"

"M- my savings."

"Your savings, what?"

"Sir!" I hurriedly corrected. "My saving's, Sir!"

"Why the fuck are you walking around town with your savings? Kinda stupid, don't you think?"

"Yes, Sir. I- I wanted to find something more con- constructive to do with it than le- let it sit in the-"

"Well, you just did, bitch."

"That said, he grabbed me by the hair and started leading me up the driveway by it. Now my fear was heightened and I whined at the pain, having to bend over as the gaggle kept me surrounded on our way to the garage. I wanted to scream, but I was too scared to piss them off and, if they were bold enough to do this in broad daylight, the few residential neighbors left in the area probably wouldn't call the police, anyway. They'd probably look the other way. He let go of me in the garage, but only after the door was pulled down and they were all around me as I watched them dump my purse out on a dirty workbench.

"Please don't hurt me, Sir," I pled in a small voice, eying the large men that crowded closer with roaming eyes and hungry leers.

"Shut up. See, I get nervous when something that looks too nice to be true starts nosing around, so I'm gonna tell you what: I'm gonna just make sure you're not toxic, if you know what I mean. If you are, you're gonna get what rat bitches deserve. If you're not, if you're telling me the truth, then you'll be rewarded with a nice birthday gift."

"O- okay..." I agreed hopefully with a weak smile.

"I was about to dare asking exactly how he was going to make sure I wasn't toxic, when I felt someone caress my ass cheek. I jumped, my mouth opening in surprise and affront as Sir grinned. Looking around, I saw the culprit, a tall skinny man whose hand was now squeezing appreciatively.

"Somebody grabbed my tits and I looked around again with a squeal that they laughed at. It was Sir and he stood there with a big smile as he felt me up, hefting them both as I turned crimson. My hands just kind of hung at my sides as all this happened. I had no idea what to do and I couldn't stop them from doing what they wanted anyway. Wow... I may have been horny when I walked by that evening, and I admit that I got off a little on the biker couple smooching on the steps, but this was something else. I never...

"(Ahem) So, he grabs the bottom of my Popeye T-shirt, yanks it right up to my neck. I'm wearing a white lace bra, not the pushup kind because under-wires weren't quite what they are now, but it was still sexy and it wasn't as though I needed much artificial lift, anyway. They all whistled and cheered while I tried to pull it back down, having to do something at this point. I started to struggle a little, but they loved that all the more because it made my tits bounce around for them. Somebody grabbed my crotch and I instinctually bent at the waist and knees, pressing my thighs together as my tits were grabbed at again, this time by a second man who stood beside Sir. One of them fell out before they both tore my T-shirt right off of me.

"Look at them big titties," Sir said, one of them in his hand.

"And the fuckin' nipples," one of his people added.

"Those nipples were totally, embarrassingly erected and everyone loved it as another guy fastened his greasy lips to the one Sir held out."

"Ooooh, Siiirr!!"

"Don't mind us, birthday girl. We're just looking for a wire."

"Take her fuckin' shorts off," somebody suggested.

"Oh, n- Ohh! please, nooo..." I moaned, still plenty scared, but suddenly feeling a tingle in my pussy lips, possibly because of it.

"The tall guy's hand was now driven between the tops of my legs from behind, forcing them to part as he groped my body like he had a right. It was a relief when he removed it, both because it had no business there, but also because it was really working me up just the same. Unfortunately, he'd only done it so that the guy opening the front of my shorts could pull them down.

Now, I'm really struggling, but it's far too late for that. Before I know it, my cutoffs are at my knees, their hands already down my panties, and I'm being pulled off my feet and down to my back on an automotive bench seat up against the wall. The guy who held my shoulders down was wearing these light blue pajama bottoms with no shirt. He was the muscular/fat type, but his cock was erect and... it had to be ten inches and fat. There were even dark spots of precum on the front of his PJs and I watched it flop and bob behind the thin cotton as my shoes and shorts were quickly removed from my body. They spread my legs and I screamed again when they tore my last garment from me, my white lace panties.

"Then... from the open fly of those PJs, came that big... fucking meat. And I was right, he was a good ten inches and fat. He straddled my face and, while someone else held my hands, he shoved it right into my mouth. That was more or less the end of my screaming, and the point when I knew it was going to be a pretty rough night."

 

Kitten

"His weight held me down and his cock was all I could handle, both physically and mentally. My mouth stretched wider than I ever thought possible, I swear the guy got about eight inches of that thing in my face. My eyes were as wide as saucers and I struggled for breath while the others sucked and fingered my pussy and handled my tits with no resistance. And then... somebody jacked off in my face."

Auntie stopped here and looked at the floor with an unreadable expression before going on.

"It was... degrading and disgusting to feel the hot, sticky shots hitting my forehead and nose. I mean, this was some guy's bodily fluid spurting all over my face. I couldn't even move to stop it as my struggles with Mr. Bigcock began to weaken. At this point, another cock was separating my pussy lips while they held my legs. Mr. Bigcock finally pulled out, but he blasted my open mouth and nose with a huge load of cum, getting a lot into my mouth as that other hard cock worked and pushed its eager way up my tight, but now soaked pussy. I was so grossed out and devastated by the cumshot, accidently swallowing even while the one filling me was very quickly pushing me to orgasm.

"He got all the way inside, poking and grinding this way and that while the blonde woman sucked at my clit. Somebody else shoved their cock into my mouth and that's when I came. I was so humiliated, actually cumming for them, and... so turned on by it on a level that I never even knew existed within my perverted little mind. There was no hiding it either, and they all jeered. The cock in my mouth started fucking my face while the guy between my legs started fucking me silly. Soon they were at my ass and my desperate pleas again fell on deaf ears as they held me face down on the garage floor, a hand at the back of my neck as they held my legs and spread my cheeks to bang the shit out of me. Suffice it to say, they all banged the shit out of me, pussy mouth and ass, and every one of them came in my face or on some part of my body afterwards.

"When they were done and Sir looked down on me, covered in cum and having orgasmed in front of everybody five of six times, it was me who spoke."

"Ha- have I passed, Ss-sir...?"

"I'd say so, blue eyes. I can't imagine a cop surviving all those shots."

"They all laughed and my humiliation was complete. After being given back my purse without the money or my booze, I was literally pushed naked out the door, my shorts, shoes and half ruined shirt thrown at the back of my head afterward, and told to go home, clean up and be back the next evening at eight. I pulled my shorts back on and used my top to clean up as best as I could, then put the sticky, torn up little thing on over my naked torso before pulling my shorts back on. I was stunned, unable to process what had just happened to me as I limped down the sidewalk, holding my top on the whole way home where I immediately masturbated upon arrival.

"Oh my god, Ash..." Auntie Kathleen almost whispered, her fingers playing inside her sweater at the top of her bra cup, "did you go back the next day... or did you run?"



Sera Ch. 16



Kitten

"I went back," Auntie Ashleigh laughed. "I had to because... well, because I could have run. Sir actually gave me the option, plus getting used like that and... all that cum... Well, I just never could have imagined. I'm not saying that I wasn't scared, I was plenty scared, ashamed... humiliated, but also excited. And I had a sort of blind hunch that I was looking at an opportunity in these people. I couldn't have said what that opportunity was, but I was under no illusions concerning how potentially dangerous these older, worldly experienced people could be, either. That said and fear aside, I also knew that I was the most dangerous person who had, or ever would walk into that clubhouse.

"That evening, I dressed with shaky hands. I chose a pair of white cotton panties, smaller and sexier than what I would have preferred, but all my underwear was small and sexy. In keeping, all my jeans were tight bellbottoms, so I chose an old pair that was almost worn out anyway. Cursing my erect nipples, I loaded the fat girls into an older, semi-supportive, white lace bra that my nipples made a joke out of and I covered that up with a brown, button up blouse with rolled up sleeves. Without sox, I stuck my feet into my stinky old sneakers to finish off my un-attractive and expendable attire.

"So, with my hair tied back and wearing only eye makeup, I left for their place. I'd been back to the liquor store earlier in the day and I'd drunk a lot at that point. I wasn't quite as smashed as my asshole nephew here, but I was feeling no pain. Strangely, what I felt was a sort of hidden confidence. I didn't know if it was bottle courage, or something born of that thing within where my abilities came from.

"This confidence melted as soon as I saw the clubhouse, but up the front steps I went anyway. I knocked, knowing there were people home because I could hear them above their music, but there was no answer. I stood on the doorstep, wondering if I should try the bell, or knock louder. Suddenly, a woman walks out, a read-head with the tattoos that I vaguely remembered from the night before. She stopped in the doorway, a bit startled to find someone standing there, I suppose, then fixed me with a knowing smile.

"Oh, hey. Go on in."

"I step inside- smelling some heavy pot right away- to a front entry area that opened to a living room. There were several guys standing, or sitting around in there, talking, drinking, smoking and toking. I steeled myself for whatever, remembering that I looked too dowdy to bother with anyway. All I had to do was make sure that Sir was indeed the leader of this group of malcontents, and get him alone.

"I stepped demurely to the threshold of the living room, the guys inside noticing me now, and I was wondering which of them I should ask for directions to Sir. Just then, another one comes from the back of the house, through the room with a wrench in his hand and on his way to somewhere else until he sees me. He smiles and I blush, because I remember him from the evening before as he diverts to where I'm standing. Yeah, he walks up to me with a smile, so I smile politely back because there really wasn't anything else... you know. I ask him where I could find Sir, and he grabs my crotch.

"And despite what happened the evening before, this behaviour still shocked me because I just wasn't used to men acting like that. Well, also because it somehow excited me. I was quite ashamed of that, as I had been the evening before, but there it was. For the first two or three seconds, I could only stand there staring at him with my hands at my sides, jaw agape. When I realized that everyone was watching, I suddenly put my hands on his forearm and at least tried to make a show of resistance, but he only laughed and went on massaging as my thighs were forced to spread for his hand.

"How'd you like sucking my cock?" he asks me.

"Oh, fff- I- ohhh!"

"By the time he let go, my face was beet red and my pussy was moist. He tells me to go upstairs, down the hall and to talk to Ace. I actually thanked him and, looking down at the carpet in humiliation, I started on my timid way through the living room to the staircase on the side wall. A couple of them grabbed at my tits on the way through and I had to stop and allow it. I didn't expect them to tear my blouse halfway open, but after grabbing at my ass and massaging my crotch again, they let me go.

"I made it up the stairs and saw a big, tall bald guy with a gun in the waistband of his leather pants standing in front the door at the end of the hall. I assumed this was Ace and I started down the hallway, getting mauled by a short, late thirtyish brunette chick in a cowboy hat before I could get there. Obviously, I'm intimidated by a large bald guy with a pistol, but I managed to ask permission to see Sir in a small voice as he's looking down my half unbuttoned blouse.

"Like I mentioned, the house itself was quite nice if you could look beyond certain damages. It boasted an open layout with spacious rooms, the master bedroom being no different. Its walls were a sort of chalky red colour with white trim. Heavy, wine coloured curtains were drawn over the two tall bay windows and a desk faced out of the far corner, the man sitting behind it being Sir. As I mentioned, he wasn't that bad looking if a girl didn't mind character, and he certainly seemed to have some idea of taste judging by his personal surroundings. He could have stood to lose a few pounds and he'd never compete with any celebrities, but he had a certain cut to his jib that no celebrity did. It showed in his face. Something else that showed in his face was nerve, and lots of it.

"He called me over, his attention bound to the room's three other occupants on the large bed. It was Mr. Bigcock and another guy, holding a woman's legs wide open. She was in her mid to late forties, dressed in business attire and pretty in her own proud way with long, dark hair and dark eyes. She looked up at me and it was immediately obvious that she didn't want to be there by the humiliation in her features. She looked back down and between her legs, resignedly pulling the crotch of her panties aside for Mr. Bigcock as his fully erect member came forward."

"Ms. Totten here is my lawyer," Sir told me once I was standing before him.

"I watched her mouth twitch at the big, hard monster that was nudging her pussy lips aside, her expression one of shock and disbelief. Then she bit her bottom lip, letting out a sudden, desperate grunt as he began working his way in."

"She doesn't think it's ethically viable for her to be here today, but she sure thought it was ethically viable when she wanted me to get Mr. Wrong off her back six months ago."

"Ooouuuuuuhhh!!!"

"Another victim of the fine print, you might say. She knows all about that shit. Anyway, she's gonna be a while and Bugger says you need practice, so go suck some cock till I'm ready for you."

"Ohhh-hhhh, gaaaawdd!!"

"She summed it up pretty well. My heart rate leapt, knowing I'd have to do just that and anything else he said until I could get him alone. I hesitated, hoping he'd look me in the eyes while the other two were busy with his lawyer, but his attention was already back on them and I didn't dare hesitate too long.

"I had to cross in front of the bed on my worried way out. While passing, Ms. Totten looked at me as though I could maybe help her, but she was on her own. The last thing I heard from her that day was a much higher, panicky wail as I shut the door behind me. Out in the hall, I had to think about sucking some cock.

"Well..." Auntie Ashleigh sighed with a reminiscent smile, "So far, things weren't going like I'd hoped. As you may have guessed at this point, I wasn't that sexually experienced from my boyfriends. The night before was the first time I'd ever had a cock in my mouth, not to mention my ass, and the whole thing was something I never would have expected. I couldn't deny the part of me that was totally wild with it, but it didn't make my current mission any easier. Slowly starting back down the hall, still scared, I actually wondered if I should wait until somebody told me, or if I should ask to suck someone's cock?

"I actually got all the way downstairs without being molested, but that didn't really matter. Looking around the living room once again, I tried to pick out a guy whose cock I could suck, but was approached before I could. He was a big husky guy, over six feet tall in a jackshirt, jeans, work boots, a three day beard and long, greasy looking black hair. Not exactly the type you'll find in GQ, ladies. When he stopped before me, I was stunned by the very sight of the lummox. Despite this, I again smiled politely, if timidly, up at him and took a breath to speak...

"Aaaand, that's when somebody grabbed my crotch again. Ha haaaa... Oh my god, it was so humiliating. Now, he was looking at me expectantly and I could only look back at him, groaning my humiliation and growing pleasure until I could finally manage the most absurd thing possible."

"I- I need, tuhh!... I need practice su-! sucking cock! Ohh!"

"I couldn't even blame him for laughing."

"Guys, c'mon over," he calls. "She says she needs practice sucking cock."

"I don't know why, but I wasn't expecting that. I look around and the rest of the guys in the room are indeed coming over with grins on their faces and their hands at their belts. The guy who was feeling me up is laughing too and takes his hand away to tear my blouse the rest of the way open before I get pushed down to my knees."

"First thing you gotta do is get it out," the big guy reminds me while the rest of them are taking care of that themselves.

"There was little point in waiting to be told further, so I just went ahead and undid his belt and the front of his jeans and... there I was with his dick in my hand. It was already hardening for me and I watched as it grew to about seven inches with respectable girth and, when it was done, I began slowly stroking it without having to be told.

"The others had gotten theirs out, hard, or hardening, a few of them slapping or rubbing the side of my face with it while the others stroked themselves in anticipation. Wherever I looked, there was a big, hard cock in my face and my anxiety began to climb again with my regrettable hormones as I wondered if I was stalling or playing. He twitched and seemed to like it when I played with his cockhead, smearing his precum around, and I almost didn't notice when I slowly took another one in my other hand and started pumping that one too.

"A big, fat cockhead suddenly touched my lips, smearing its own sticky precum. I automatically licked my lips, inadvertently licking his head and feeling a thrill pass through me. I licked the cockhead again, this time on purpose. I kept licking, actually enjoying the alkaline taste, but inwardly shrilling over where that taste was coming from.

I stopped and saw that the big guy's cock was also dripping pre-cum. I stared for a second, then tentatively stuck out my tongue to lick it up. His was good too, and I suddenly found my lips covering his head so I could suck more out...

"Ohh, fuck, yeaaah..." He sighed. "Suck my cock, you awesome little bitch."

"I gobbled up as much as I could, sucking at the same time. I got a rhythm going and he definitely seemed to be enjoying it. After a minute, I stopped, caught my breath and decided to sample another. They laughed when I grabbed a big one and stuck it in my mouth so I could suck his pre-cum too. It was humiliating that they laughed and stuff, but at least they weren't forcing me, actually letting me do this in my own time.

"Watch your teeth, cocksucker," the current penis owner told me. "And use your tongue."

"Said penis owner was a tall, medium built blonde with about eight fat inches. His next words were incoherent while I tried to get his whole dick into my mouth. I wasn't successful, but I got close, so I sucked a bit more at him and then chose another. This time, I just opened my mouth and let him shove it in. I used my tongue and again took in as much of him as I could until I started to gag, then started sucking him, still using my tongue. By the time two minutes went by, I'd sampled them all, taking my time with each one, looking up and obediently taking their directions.

"The whole time, they're commenting on how beautiful, young and innocent I am and how they love my blue eyes... I knew that I already had them captivated in a more mundane way, that unique Burchell quality that people had always seen in me, as they do in all of you, but that didn't afford me a whit of the control I needed.

"So, I was licking just under the head of one guy's meat as he was stroking himself, and he suddenly starts spurting cum over my upturned my face, like they did the night before. I jerked at the first shot to my eyebrow, moving back, but somebody grabbed my head and held me there while he finished lacing me with his sticky jizz. They laughed at this while I mewled in disgust, but it was a quiet, intense laughter that promised more.

"Then, another one did it. Yup, he just jerked off right in my face like I was some pig, groaning all the while and shoving it into my mouth when he was done. Somebody else ejaculated all over my chest and bra while I sucked the rest of his jizz out. His actual cum tasted different, but a hand squeezing my crotch through my jeans again didn't allow me to center on that for very long.

"I was pretty wet at that point despite myself, and I could only groan as the spent cock in my mouth was removed, allowing a fresh, hard one in. This fresh, hard one seemed to explode the second his head was past my lips. He just kept on spraying his cum as he fucked my mouth, forcing me to once again swallow what didn't come running out of my mouth and down my chest. My jeans were being opened up and pulled down, and I suddenly realized that my bra was gone and that I was more into what was happening. Somehow, the hands stroking my ass and grabbing at my pussy had become almost acceptable, but I was still embarrassed when I came. God, I had the guy's cock in my hand at the time, stroking and sucking every last drop out of it...

"Somebody gets behind me, pulls me backward into his lap, and the next thing I know, my jeans are being pulled the rest of the way off. Suddenly, there's a cock in my panties and I look down to see it squirming around in there. Now, this was really something to see, this big, hot, sweaty snake sliding between my ass cheeks and right up the front of..."

She stopped and smiled with a slight flush, making me wonder what in hell she was about to say that would make her blush after all of this, but she went on with a smile, seemingly off topic.

"(Ahem) Uh, back then... well, a lot of women didn't shave down there, me being one of them. I kept what I thought was a nice little triangle. Not too long, or big, but something I could play at trimming. Something I could play with when I masturbated. It was a bit of a kink, I suppose, but I was quite proud of my little black bush. He starts humping me and he blows his load right in my panties. All I could feel was shot after shot of the hot... stuff. I watched it soak the white cotton and I felt another orgasm rushing up. They were cheering, but I barely heard, and when someone pulled my panties back, the sight of all that sticky cum in my bush... his still hard meat grinding my fuckin clit... Somebody shoved their cock in my mouth and that was all it took. They all cheered my wild orgasm, laughing and jerking themselves."

And this was also all it took for miffy.

 

Steven

Ashleigh paused as we all watched Kitten. I'd been so engrossed in Ashleigh's story, I didn't realize Kitten had been playing with herself, but there she was, feet up, thighs spread and with her hand busily rubbing her pussy through her leggings. I couldn't blame her, being pretty hard at Ashleigh's story myself, but it was kinda funny how her face reddened while she did her best to keep her climax as quiet as possible. Mum loved it as she looked on with a big smile. I was quite surprised to see her sweater opened up much further, fingers rubbing her nipples with me in the room. Sheila also watched her, looking like she was going to gently implode while subtly grinding her thighs together.

"S-sorry, Auntie," Kitten gasped, obviously embarrassed that she'd done that in front of us.

"It's okay, sweetie pie," Ashleigh chuckled.

"Uh-h..." Sheila started.

"Hmm?" Ashleigh prodded, shifting in her seat and clearing her throat again.

"Umm... I'm taking my dress off."

There was silence. Everybody looked at her, watching her face turn as red as her daughters as the very same sheepish smile appeared. We stayed silent as she slowly stood and unclasped the collar of her dress from behind her neck. She pulled the garment down, exposing her perky, braless tits and even further still, seductively wriggling her hips while pushing her dress down and over them. Stepping gracefully out of a pile of electric, shimmering blue at her feet, she stood there on display in nothing but her shoes and a skimpy pair of bikini panties that matched her dress as we all silently ogled her.

She looked at Mum and, of course, so did I. Mum looked back at her older sister while she stood there for her approval and I almost came in my pants when Sheila spoke.

"Do you like my panties, Kathy?"

This totally blew Mum away, and there was no longer any doubt at all about how she felt about her little big sister. The fact that she didn't answer meant nothing next to the look on her face and, when Sheila sat down again, she well knew it.

" ... Uhh... Okay," Ashleigh tested in the heavy silence while Mum tore her crimson face from Sheila. "Uhh. Heh. Fuck, I just love you all. ... Um, where was I?"

"(Ahem) somebody came in your panties," I reminded, since nobody else seemed capable just then.

"Right," she agreed, mentally picking up again before she continued. "So, I'm yipping and chirping in orgasm while I've got this sticky mess in my panties and all over my face... That's when Ace yells down the stairs for 'blue eyes'. I assumed he meant me, that this was regarding Sir, and was actually able to get out of there with my underwear only halfway down my thighs. Hurrying up the stairs, I managed to pull them up while also supporting my tits, and the people who grabbed at me were more a nuisance than sexual offenders.

"Okay, so I'm back inside the wolf's lair, standing there in my panties and covering my chest with a forearm, trying not to cower at the door with fresh jism lacing my face and hair, running between my tits...

"Ms. Totten and her unexpected lovers were nowhere to be seen, this leaving the two of us handily alone. When he called me over, I knew this was my first opportunity and I didn't want to flub it, but it's hard to have confidence when you're in the state I was in as I came to stand across his desk from him.

"Fuck, you look awesome," he toned, looking me up and down. "So young and innocent. It's like you'll always be fresh and... God dam, those tits... If only you weren't too fucking tall."

"Up until then, I was at least strangely complimented," Ashleigh told us with a wry grin, "but there was more. On his desk, beside a pile of shiny chain, was something I didn't pay much attention to until he was done ogling me. It turned out to be a dog collar, two inches wide and studded with shiny spikes that were about an inch in length. He held it up and told me to put it on.

"Are you serious," I say?

"If I have to tell you again, I'll put you through that door. Is that fuckin' serious enough for you, cumface?"




Sera Ch. 16



"I knew he meant it, that this was no idle threat. Like I've been mentioning, I'd become very good at reading people through many different methods, including watching body language and reading tone. However, while this new dimension of self from within made these tools sharper, it also added a certain... instinctual intuition. This is what I really mean when I say that I knew he meant it. I also knew that, in addition to having a boatload of nerve, this guy was smart and dangerously self-centered. Any doubt about him being in charge of this little operation was put to rest right then and there as I took the collar from the undisputed male Alpha of the house.

"Meekly, I put it on, uncovering my chest in order to awkwardly work the buckle and finding that those points were actually sharpened. While I did this, he began to speak."

"You belong to me now," he said. "You're not my girlfriend, you're my property and, since we all share our property around here, that's why all the boys get their way with you too. I imagine you're used to a different lifestyle, but you can forget that. You do what I say, when I say and you don't say shit other than, 'yes, Master'. Got that, you Amazon bitch?"

"Y- yes, Master," I stammered, my heart racing as I stared at the floor.

"That collar isn't yours, it's mine. It's what identifies you as my property and you never take it off. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"I'd seen the steel loop on the collar, but I never would've guessed its use. He picked up the chain and held one end out to me. It had a swiveled clip and I could figure the rest out. My hands shook as they did earlier that day when I got dressed, but I managed to get the chain connected to the collar as he sat with a very satisfied smile, the other end of the chain in his hand."

"Submit to me. Do it now and make it good, or I'll change my mind and beat the living Christ out of you."

"Not surprisingly, I knew less than nothing about BDSM at the time. The collar and chain really had me freaked out and I fought to keep my composure as I struggled for something to say, actually missing the treatment I'd received downstairs in comparison to this.

"Well, my very first lesson in what is somewhat commonly known as 'the lifestyle' came at his hands, the man who blackmailed his own lawyer. He suddenly jerked my chain, almost breaking my neck in a forced face to face meeting across his desk that really scared me. That was too bad, because things would have turned out better for him if... Hm. Anyway, he spits in my face and shouts for me to look him in the eyes as I 'pledged' myself, as he put it. Heh! Yeah, really. That's what he said.

"His initial reaction was one of surprise, but then, incredibly, he actually fought me. At the time, I figured it was because I was so freaked out that I couldn't focus, and I'm sure that was in part to blame, but I've since found that a more intelligent individual will sometimes actually have the presence of mind to try defending him or herself. This guy kind of knew what was going on almost from the outset, some kind of instinctual awareness the ego has when it's being threatened. In his eyes, I saw sudden surprise, fear of the dark unknown and a desolate dread all at the same time. Yes, he knew I was attempting to take him over and he knew he was fighting for his life. He almost won, too.

"It took me about ten seconds, probably longer, and when panic over what he'd do if I let him get away set in, he almost did slip away, but... Something just changed. I forgot about niceties and taking care, forgot about the tentative, soft touch I'd been using with people and shoved hard, breaking into his mind and awareness. I may as well have smashed a bottle across his forehead, but I had him."

I smiled at the collective sigh of relief and understanding from the room, Ashleigh looking at us with a knowing grin and a quick shake of her head before she went on.

"At first, I just stared back at him. It's like I'm in his apartment, but not snooping around, if you know what I mean. He's still holding the chain that I'm straining against and I realize only then that I'm still choking, so that became my first order of business."

"L-let go of the chain," I instructed in a half believing, quavering little tone.

"He did and I fell backward on the floor, the chain running down between my legs. My heart was still hammering, eyes wide as I tried to calm myself before I exploded right there. Moments later, I got off my ass and made my way on shaky legs to the door to make sure it was locked, because the next few minutes would be crucial and I couldn't have any disruptions.

"By the time I stood in front of his desk again, I felt a little better. He hadn't moved, was still sitting there staring vacantly at the spot where my face had been, and it was immediately obvious that something was different with him, with the way my influence had settled on him, or something. Jeez, I wasn't complaining, though.

"Without removing my collar, the attached chain, or even wiping the perspiration soaked cum from my face, I grabbed a chair and sat opposite him. Nervously, I looked my biggest, riskiest venture yet straight in the eyes and got started while I had my time."

"Master, look me in the eyes."

"He does this and I take a moment to roam around, getting a feel for him and who he really is before I get down to business."

"Contrary to what you've come to believe, you do not own me."

"I do not own you," he drones back at me.

"I own you," I correct.

"You own me," he says back.

"When we're all alone, you will observe that and do as I command of you."

"Yes, I... I do what you command... of me. When we're alone."

"You answer all of my questions truthfully and immediately without fail."

"I answer your qu- questions truthfully and immediately without... fail..."

"You will never seriously hurt me, or leave any permanent marks, nor will you ever allow anyone else to do so."

"I will never, blah, blah, blah," he starts, but I interrupt him and tell him to just tell me he understands for the sake of time, if not my nerves."

We all laughed at this little detail, taking a drink afterwards while Ashleigh did the same, clearing her throat before going on.

"I told him that, as far as the public eye was concerned, I was his property and he should act accordingly as long as I wasn't harmed or marked. I then instructed him to never tell anyone of our conversation and to carry on with his business as usual.

"This all went swimmingly, but then, when it was time to put him back to rights and let him go on with what he would think was his own life, I couldn't. This was bad because I couldn't leave him like that, and it took me long minutes of increasingly panicked trial and error to close him up, but I did.

"Anyway, to make a long story short, I'd moved into that master bedroom within the week. Within the next week, moving slowly and carefully, I had Ace and Tripper, the big greasy guy in the jackshirt and work boots, under my influence. From then on, there was never a time when one of them wasn't guarding my door. I'd told Sir to get his own room and, as far as the rest of them were concerned, 'Blue eyes' was off limits to them unless he decided otherwise. Only he got in and only Tripper and Ace knew that this was only because he was my figurehead, his seemingly exclusive access to me only for the sake of appearance. Either one of them would have shot him in the head without hesitation at my slightest whim."

"Within a month of first putting that collar on, I slowly influenced all of them, even the women, and they all respected me far more than they ever respected Sir. Yet, I managed to maintain a certain balance. See, I came to love how they used me and I had to get pretty creative in making sure they'd still do that with honest gusto, while at the same time seeing me as their goddess.

"So anyway, I spent a number of years there. My room was refurbished to my standards, along with its adjoined bathroom, and I had a doorway cut into the wall to connect the next bedroom as well so that I could receive visitors without having them in my private space. I luxuriated in upper, mid-level class while I collected on all the gang's illegal activities. If we ever got busted, every one of them were pre-programmed to say the right things to lead the cops to believe that I was a sex slave that they'd brainwashed, and I damned well saw to it that any cop would see it that way, too. In any case, if he didn't, I figured I could just help him to anyway, right?"

"Umm, you mean you'd actually put the Jedi spell on a cop, Auntie?" Kitten asked with wide eyes, her hand now out from between her legs.

"Sweetie pie, one of them was a cop. They had no idea, and it was another little way I bought their unshakable loyalty. I had to wipe his mind of everything he knew about them, especially me, then I told him to go quit his job and leave the country for good."

"Whoa..." Kitten breathed, understandably impressed, "Did he?"

"Yes, he did. After that, I felt I could get settled, finally address some things that had been building in my mind. Heh. It was pretty cool, too. I mean, they literally served me, their biker queen, for over five years while doing business as usual, my bank account growing in leaps and bounds. Meanwhile, they brought anything I desired right to my door; food, booze, pot, loads and loads of books, and they were quite useful in gaining different types of information for me as well.

"And, oh my fuck, the sex. Having grown an appreciation for dress-up games from Laura, I would often go out for a while and come back dressed as... whatever. Once, I bought a nun's habit and walked in with a bible and started cursing their evil ways. They used me like... wow. ... Ha! Well, you get the picture. Once I came back as a Girl Guide selling cookies and... that went very well, too. Oh my god, and once, I ran into this mother and daughter...

"It was at one of those country markets and they were selling these nice big, handmade quilts and down filled duvets. Nothing but the best for the biker queen, right? So, they have this attitude from the start, these two whiter than white chicks. I mean, those noses couldn't be jacked any higher. Whatever, I'm not interested in their opinion of me, I just want a couple of quilts and a couple duvets, but these two high and tighties wouldn't be reasonable and knock a little off the top, considering how much I wanted to spend. Nobody else is right there, so I take them under my influence, first mum and then daughter. Originally, I only did it to get them to lighten up on their prices, but that attitude of theirs... It just stuck, even while I had them under my influence. I don't know, they just really pissed me off for whatever reason.

"So, I bought the quilts and the two duvets at full price. Yup, I did. Then I gave Ms. Perfect and her oh so flawless little offspring instructions to personally deliver them to the clubhouse. Heh... I'll show you the little home movie we'd made sometime, but the best part of the show is their priceless deliberation over which of them should be gangbanged in front of the other. Not that it mattered, they both got ganged in the end anyway. Heh. Good times...

"(Ahem) Anyway, Donna Totten, his lawyer, became my lawyer and a very good friend. She never knew how I did it, but she accepted the new order of things at the clubhouse pretty quick and, after I gave her what Sir had on her and let her kick him up the arse a few times afterwards, she was too grateful to much care. Poor dear, she died of cancer almost seven years ago."

" ... About all the books I'd collected then..." Auntie went on after banishing a sad expression. "This is when I started my research into what we really are. Like I said, being there and having achieved this new protected status finally let me think that I could start looking into this properly, since I finally had the time and resources. At least, I thought so then. I sent some of my people, my little band of outlaw bikers, far and wide to collect books, information and other curiosities of my particular interest from wherever I'd determined them to be. Some, I sent out on quests from which they never returned during my time with them. That's really all part of a different story, but I bring it up to tell you what I was up to during those five years, besides kneeling for a nice load of cum in my face, or emptying rum bottles one after another. Of course, I'd also collected close to a million dollars that Donna had skillfully laundered for me. Sir, like I may have mentioned, was a pretty smart guy, at least until I got to him, and I had to credit him for hiring her in the first place.

"But, like at other times in my life, and I'm sure both Kathleen and Sheila can identify here, there came a point when I knew it was time to move on. So, after having all my belongings put into storage, I collected Ace and another man whom, I'm sure, some of you have met. At the time, his name was Barnbreaker, but his legal, family name is Lamarr. Their mission, as I gave it to them, was to safely drive me in the Caddy back to Ontario. ... And I wasn't going back to the Sault."

"Back home," Kitten almost whispered in awe.

"Back home," Ashleigh confirmed. "I'd been reading, like I said, and I had some ideas about what Mum and I were, but I wasn't sure of anything. All I knew was my guilt over leaving, my worry for my family, my depression and anxiety as I wondered what in hell was going on without the nerve to go anywhere near my mother. I hated that I was still afraid, too. Imagine that, huh? The queen of the bikers, she who was responsible for the slow mental decline of their former leader was... afraid of her mother. It took a lot to commit to that trip, just to get into the car, but the stakes were too high not to go and the preparations had been laid.

"Both Ace and Lamarr were armed, and so was I. They were to stand off, out of Mum's immediate eye contact and shoot her should something go horribly wrong, but I knew that if things went wrong with the dark, Sith Empress, they could well end up dead, or possibly even turned against me. That's why I only took my two best men, that and because I didn't want a big scene in case Mum had to be... in case I or one of my men had to... well, you know. Fuck, we even had silencers, and don't think I didn't know how to use a gun at that point. Like I said, I learned a lot as the biker queen, but it didn't all come from books. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want it to end that way. I still fondly remembered my mother and I playing with our Barbie dolls, but who knew how she'd receive me, what condition her mind was in, or what she was capable of at that point?

"Anyway, my plan was to quickly assess the situation. Again, I was hoping Mum would have come around or something but, if not, I would remove Kathleen, Sheila and Dad if I thought the situation warranted. I figured I could deal with any tampering on Mum's part later on at the clubhouse. At best, I'd have to go back to convince Mum and try to bring her around somehow. At worst, she'd have to be left to her own devices, or... me, or one of my men would have had to put her down and... well... clean up.

"So," Ashleigh sighed, "As you can imagine, I was prepared for the worst. Yet, to find the house with another family living in it was the very last thing I expected. It took me a week to find out what had happened, but I did.

"I found the mental institution where Mum was sent, but didn't want to go see her. My two little sisters were long gone and I didn't have a clue as to where to even begin looking and, worst of all, Dad was dead. I had Ace and Lamarr drive me back to Saskatoon, sobbing in the backseat at the loss of Dad, crushed that I'd never see him again and that I'd waited too long. I had no real idea what had even happened. Nobody did because he left no suicide note, Sheila and Kathleen were gone and... The only thing that made sense was our insane mother's claim that Sheila had seduced Dad, but Kathleen had gone on record denying that before she disappeared. Even more mystifying to me was how you both disappeared separately because, given how close you two always were, that made no sense whatsoever.

"Back home, I began drinking more heavily. I took a week to slowly set an ironclad non-belief in me within the minds of my people while I re-evaluated what I was doing next. After carefully telling them a fictional account- that excluded my existence- for why things had come to the point that they had since my non-arrival on their scene, I not only told them to forget all about me, but physically and painstakingly muddied the actual memories of me in their heads. The only two exceptions were Ace and Lamarr, these two receiving special conditioning before being sent out to track my sisters down, come hell or high water. Ace was assigned to you, Kathleen, Lamarr to Sheila. Because he succeeded, I kept Lamarr on. That, and because of his cock.

"Um... what about Ace?" Mum casually asked.

"He disappeared a few years later," my aunt replied. "He told me he was getting close, and I figured he could handle the places your trail led, but he just stopped reporting in and I never heard from him again. His replacement, an actual private investigator with two bodyguards I'd hired for him, was the guy who eventually found you."

"Oh... Um, what did he look like?"

"Ace?"

"Yes. You said he was bald?"

" ... Yes. Why?"

"No reason. I just wondered if I might have seen him. He was looking for me after all, and it's possible..."

" ... What's possible?" Ashleigh asked, keeping things as light as Mum was while my blood chilled.

"Nothing, Ash."

It was more than nothing. A lot more than nothing and Ashleigh knew it as well as I did, but probably wished she didn't, also as much as I. Sheila took notice of this subtle interplay, especially with Mum, but Kitten seemed to have missed that moment. Ashleigh's eyes stayed on her youngest sister for a few seconds while she began speaking again, soon returning to the flow of her story.

 

Kitten

"Umm... yeah, so anyway..." Auntie Ashleigh continued after her odd little exchange with Auntie Kathleen, "If I wasn't so sure of my abilities at that point, I'd have had to tell them to go rob a bank with loaded weapons, then call the police on them just to make sure they could never come back to haunt me. Truth be told, I'd often wished I'd done that since I left them, but they never did rear their ugly heads. Nope, in the end, I just walked out of the clubhouse in my jeans and chaps, tank top and leather jacket, got on my hog and fucked off down the road.

"(Siiigh) ... At this point, it's... I think nineteen-eighty-five and I'm just about to turn twenty-six. I spent a few unforgettable years on the road, holed up someplace during snowy months with the bike safely stored. It was a good time to recharge, both financially and spiritually, and my journey indeed turned out to be a spiritual one. Again, those years and the places I went are part of another story, but I'll tell you now that it was an incredible time in my life, and so ultimately rewarding... finally leading me to someone very special."

Auntie paused here, looking down into her drink while a fond smile came over her face. She looked up, sharing it with us before she went on.

"Samantha Long. Or, as I called her, 'Grammie'."

Well, if Auntie didn't have us on the edge of our seats before, she did now. She even softly laughed at our surprise and remounted interest, showing her understanding with her next words.

"Oh, I know. With the help of Donna, I was able to track Mum's heritage and, as you can imagine, I was pretty surprised to find an actual living ancestor. Donna had the address but that was all, so I rode out here to Quebec from Northern Manitoba to see her, and damned the torpedoes.




Sera Ch. 16



"To explain about the torpedoes, I was pretty scared when I came here, considering the circumstances of my leaving home. I mean, if Mum gave me reason to be afraid of her, imagine what our grandmother might be like, right? Well, I needn't have worried, at least not at first, because the son of a bitch in the gatehouse wouldn't let me through. I told him my last name, who Samantha Long was to me and the whole bit, but he still wouldn't let me through. I'd considered influencing him, but I didn't want to do that with my mysterious grandmother involved, so all I could do was make him promise he'd tell her I'd called and that I'd be back the next day. Next day comes around, and I roll up to the gate on my hog once again."

"Well, did you tell her?" I ask him.

"Yeap," he says.

"That I'm her granddaughter?"

"Yeap," he says.

"Well, what'd she say?" I ask, getting pissed off with this twat's attitude.

"She said to prove it."

"That gave me pause. I just looked back at him, then suddenly took my wallet out."

"Look", I tell him, "This is some of my ID. I can't give it all, but here's my SIN, OHIP, a credit card and my birth certificate. Tell her... Tell her I'm her granddaughter."

"He shrugs, takes my documentation and sends me on my way, telling me again to come back the next day. Next day, I show up again, already short of patience. This was the spring of eighty-nine, and I was less than two years shy of thirty. I'd come a long way on many different levels and I was used to getting what I wanted, so as soon as I saw the guy at the gatehouse again, that shit eating smile on his face, I wanted to punch it."

"Did you give her my documentation?" I ask.

"Yeap."

"Oh my god, I wanted to gouge his eyes out, but then I ask, "What did she say?"

"Bout what?"

"About me being her granddaughter," I snapped.

"Prove it."

"A minute later, I was in the gatehouse myself while the guard stood outside, looking up and giggling at the sky while masturbating. I found the address on his callboard, pressed the button and waited."

"Hello?" a woman answers.

"Yes, this is Ashleigh Burchell, daughter of Marie Long. I'm looking for my grandmother, Samantha Long."

"This is Samantha Long. Yes, Ms. Burchell, I've seen your identification, but you're not a member of my family. I've given it all back to Mr. Pepper, and he'll give it back to you. Thank you, goodbye."

"She hung up. I called right back, almost in a frenzy and, at this point, I didn't care what the silly old bat was capable of."

"Hello?"

"Yes, it's Ashleigh Burchell again. Look, this is no mistake, I really am your granddaughter and I've come a long-"

"Prove it."

"Wh-!?"

"If you were really one of mine, I'd know it by now. Please stop bothering me, but have a-"

"I got your evil little gatekeeper wandering around outside with his head in the clouds and his hands down his fuckin' pants!" I suddenly shouted, "and if you don't start to listen to me, I'm gonna have him wander out into fuckin' traffic like that, and how's that gonna look, huh!? Now, as I was saying, I came a long god damned way, so if you don't want to see me, then that's one thing, but stop fuckin' me around!"

"I didn't even hear her soft laughter until I'd stopped my rant, but it was the first of many times I got to enjoy the sound."

"Please put Mr. Pepper back to rights and come to the house, sweetie pie," she says when she's done laughing, adding, "Welcome home."

Auntie Ashleigh kept smiling, but took a deep breath, looking into a glass that was again empty.

Looking up and around at us with a cordial smile, she asked, "Why don't we take a short break here?"

Everybody started breathing again, smiling at the level of interest her story had generated, but glances to our own empty glasses made Auntie's suggestion unanimous.

She seemed in a very good mood now, even smiling at Stevie while getting out of her seat. I watched her hips and legs move to the wet bar, trying to picture her as the bold teenager running amuck with her friends in uptown Toronto way back in the seventies. It wasn't really that hard to picture, either. She looked great, nowhere near her age and, like the rest of us, had retained a youthful look that defied her years.

"So, Ash," Auntie Kathleen asked, also getting up and heading for the bar, "whatever happened to this 'Sir'?"

"I ruined him. It was too bad too, because he was pretty smart and I could have used that, but I did some damage when I influenced him the way I did that first time. Then, I think I made matters worse when I was trying to put him back to rights before somebody started knocking. He was alright at first, but then he'd start... well, squeezing his balls."

"Huh?" my blonde Auntie asked as she joined her oldest sister at the bar and began reaching for a bottle.

"Here, I'll get that for you, sweetie pie," Auntie Ashleigh offered while taking her glass. "Yeah, it was a weird thing that he started about a week after I first influenced him. He'd sit there grabbing at his crotch. At first, I thought it was funny, but then I realized he was actually hurting himself and that there was something wrong with him. Of course, I tried to fix it, but I couldn't. All I could do was enforce the instruction in his head that he resist doing it but, in time, after about three years, even that wasn't enough. By then, he was having real problems.

"Like what?" Stevie asked.

"Like, he'd stand and stare at nothing, squeezing his nuts for hours if he was allowed to. A few mornings, he was found passed out in the middle of the kitchen or wherever with his pants down. We figured he just got to standing there out of everybody's sight, squeezing his nuts until his body couldn't stand there any longer, and then he collapsed. He had to be watched all the time, was always drooling on himself and pretty much useless to anyone. In the end, I had to make sure there was nothing in his head that would ever come back to haunt us, and then I had him dumped in front of the hospital."

"Whoa, Auntie Kathleen commented as she received a fresh drink from Auntie Ashleigh.

"I know. They told me that he just stood there, staring at his feet where they left him as they drove off. And it really is too bad. A real waste. He'd have gone far in the corporate world, actually would have made a good husband for me once he understood my place."

"It sounds as though you liked him," Stevie commented from his chair.

"Before I ruined him, yes. I respected him, admired his... Well, like I say, he had a certain cut to his jib. You want another drink now, sweetie pie?"

"Thanks," he said.

"I love you, but you try my patience sometimes," she lightly admonished, her earlier dissatisfaction with him now diminished, not completely unlike the level of my Stevie's inebriation.

"I'm only trying to make sure you don't regret not having kids," he told her while looking Sheila over.

He smiled as both his mummy and Auntie Ashleigh laughed over this. When they were finishing off, Sheila took the floor with her hesitant question. Despite her attitude and forward sexual nature, she was still uncomfortable with Auntie Kathleen and I, and I wondered what would make her expose herself the way she did, but I had to admit to myself that I loved it. I was looking at her during Auntie Ashleigh's story almost as much as Stevie's mummy.

"Um, how did you have yourself come off to the gang?" she asked. "I'm not sure if you know what I mean..."

"I do," Auntie Ashleigh answered. "Like I said, I had to maintain a balance- you want another drink, sis?"

"Yes, please."

"Vodka and milk, is it?"

"Yes."

"Kitten? Vodka and milk as well?"

"Yes, please," I replied.

"To answer your question Sheila, I had to maintain a balance so I could have total control and authority, because that's where my security came from, but I also really loved being used, so I had to make sure they also saw me as a desirable and vulnerable piece of meat. First of all, my rooms were my domain and I always ruled there, no matter what. Outside my rooms, my collar set the tone. It became my very ironic crown, in a sense. If I was wearing it, nobody did or said anything unless I wished it, even if Sir was leading me by its chain. If I wasn't wearing it, they all knew I was fair game and they could just... do whatever with me. It worked out well. They came to adore me on a level that's hard to explain. ... I'd come out all made up prim and proper and in a nice dress, no collar, bitching and hollering at them about what a mess the place was and how they'd all better get off their fat, coke sniffing asses and do something about it... Oh my god, they were merciless and I loved it."

Auntie Ashleigh was now returning to our seating area, approaching Sheila with a glass in each hand while Auntie Kathleen approached me, holding mine out. Both Sheila and I accepted and I waited until my Aunties were seated before I asked my next question.

"Did you have to act like Sir's slave for long? What did he make you do?"

"Actually, Auntie replied, "that was part of my reasons for wanting to keep that balance in place. It looked good from an outsider's perspective, me on that leash with his hand at the other end. I was paranoid enough as it was and, as long as I knew different, I knew that collar and how I taught the boys to see it provided the biggest insurance policy against the cops."

"The politics of appearances," Stevie said.

"Right," Auntie confirmed. "Well, that and sexual kicks."

"Uh, what about my drink, by the way?" Stevie then curiously inquired.

"What drink?" Auntie Ashleigh asked with a raised brow.

"Exactly. You asked me if I wanted one and I said yes," he reminded.

"Yeah, so get up and get it. This shindig is self-serve, remember? I'm afraid my 'zombies' actually won't be here to handhold you-"

"Ohhh-kaaay," he sighed, accepting defeat good naturedly as we all laughed at him this time.

He got up and I watched his bum as he walked to the bar to serve himself. He was so hot.

"The thing of it was," Auntie Ashleigh continued as her laughter died with ours, "while keeping up with appearances, I learned quite a lot about BDSM from him and all his lifestyle friends. I found it fascinating and knew from the start who and what I was within it. Some of the things I've willingly allowed myself to go through are part of what makes me the Domina I am to my people today. None of those outsiders ever knew on which end of the chain the real power rested and, once he was too far gone to take me, I missed those little gatherings of whips, chains, and all things that bring pain."

Auntie Kathleen was still glancing at Sheila off and on while Auntie Ashleigh watched Stevie at the bar as she spoke. I couldn't help being reminded of the time I'd submitted to her, imagining some of the things she'd learned from Sir and what she could maybe have put me through if she'd wanted. Especially with her Jedi spell.

"So, you actually had a Harley and a gun?" Stevie asked.

"A Skinny old hardtail with saddlebags and an H&K nine millimeter."

"Did you ever have to use it?" Sheila asked.

"I had to draw and point a few times when I was on the road, actually had to hole somebody's leg once, and there were plenty more times when I was damned glad to have it, but I never actually killed anyone."

"You shot somebody?" I asked.

"Couple of cowboys down the states thought they'd give me a free 'riding lesson' as they put it." she explained with a wry smile while unbuttoning her blazer. "Hm. I still have the gun upstairs, and the bike is stored in the front garage with the limo. ... I still have the collar and chain, too," she added, suddenly looking at me from under her brows with a devious grin.

I giggled as my unknowing Stevie rejoined the group, taking his seat between me and Auntie Ashleigh. We both watched him while Sheila and Auntie Kathleen finally caught each other's eye.

Stevie noticed Auntie Ashleigh's opened blazer and, as he checked her out, she actually arched her back. As though she needed to. Now, both Stevie and I were looking at the gusset of her black bra standing two inches off her sternum between the insides of thin, satiny looking cups that didn't cover the bottoms of her boobies.

Across from me, Auntie Kathleen was slowly unbuttoning her sweater as Sheila watched, the sexual tension that had suddenly built in the room so thick it almost stung my eyes.

"You know, Kitten..." Auntie Ashleigh said with that grin, "I've invited Steven up to my apartments thinking he'd like to bring you along as a sort of date. I thought I'd entertain you two, but he didn't think it was such a good idea."

"Heeere we go," Stevie said.

He grinned when he said it, looking at me with a funny expression. I got excited at this little piece of information, picturing how that would be, the both of us under... Mistress Auntie.

"(Giggle!)"

"I told you she'd go for it," she said.

He kept grinning, even laughing a little, seemingly put in his place while I stared and thought about Auntie's guestroom as our honeymoon suite. Then Stevie was distracted from Auntie Ashleigh's boobies by what his mummy was doing. I was a bit wide eyed myself when it really clicked in.

She sat half turned in her large armchair, reclining while more or less facing Sheila, and she'd opened her sweater up enough to pull it around her boobies so that they thrust from it in their bra. Sheila watched, chewing at the inside of her lip while her little sister slowly rubbed and caressed her own nipples through her bra. Her legs were spread, back arched, obviously wanting Auntie Kathleen despite their differences. She gently pulled at the waistband of her panties, subtly writhing in her seat while her other hand played with her bare boobies.

"Kathleen," Auntie Ashleigh admonished with horny, good humour, "Uh, you do know that your son is sitting right here... right?"

Auntie Kathleen's attention was jerked from her nipples and Sheila to her oldest sister, then to Stevie. He, like the rest of us, could easily see the big, dark areolas and erected buds of his mummy's boobies behind the semi opaque, white lace of her bra.

"Uhh... sweetie pie, look at your Aunt Ashleigh, okay?"

I reacted to this with a big, open mouthed, amazed smile as Auntie Ashleigh slowly laughed. Auntie Kathleen went back to her fabulous nipples, Sheila's attention from them never having wavered, while Stevie shook his head with a smile, that casual, good humoured attitude he sometimes has. However, when he glanced at me, I could see that he was actually uncomfortable about it, maybe because of the growing situation in his dress pants.

Without much thinking, I got up and went next door to his chair and began unhitching his pants.

"Kitten, don't," he laughed.

His grin now showed clearly his discomfort as he glanced at his horny mummy. He tried to stop me with the hand that wasn't busy holding his drink, but I already had the top button undone and his zipper down, giggling when Auntie Ashleigh grabbed his shirt collar and started pulling. He couldn't stop both of us and he was still too drunk to stay ahead of our hands. By the time Auntie slowly tore the front of his shirt open with her devilish grin, blue eyes flashing and sparkling, I had his pants to his knees.

"You guys, my mum!" he hissed.

Embarrassment and worry now threatened to overrun his casual demeanor as he tried to cover his juicy eight inches of hardened meat with his hand.

"Don't listen to him, Kitten."

Oh, I wasn't. With a wild giggle and a flourish, I whipped his pants the rest of the way off. Auntie Ashleigh had effectively ruined his shirt, so now he sat there naked for all intents and purposes. Looking at him like that, I thought about my intent as, I'm sure by the look on Auntie's face, she was thinking of a few purposes. Stevie looked worriedly over at his mummy, but she didn't seem to have noticed the low level kerfuffle as she scowled at Sheila, spreading her legs while Sheila's fingers went down the front of her panties.

"You guys..." he said accusingly, looking from one of us to the other and then back at his mummy with that worried smile.

"Auntie, I think I should take my pants off."

"By all means," she replied, reaching over and pulling them down in back.

She smiled when she saw I wasn't wearing anything underneath them and we both made a sexy little production of removing them. Without stopping, she went on to pull my undershirt up and over my head when she was finished, dropping it on the floor.

"There," she said with that dirty grin. "That's better, isn't it?"

"Auntie, now I'm all naked!" I laughed."

Her grin got dirtier yet as she leaned forward, sucking my nipple and making me giggle while I pushed her blazer down off her shoulders.

"And her bra," Stevie said when I'd finished.

For whatever reason, this surprised both Auntie and I. We looked to find him watching us with complete attention, the hand that had been covering his lovely manhood now slowly stroking it.

 

Steven

They looked at me like they'd forgotten I was there, their horny little smiles for each other changing when they realized I was getting off on them. I couldn't help it, and they looked at my midsection with sparkling eyes as I stroked myself. I'd completely forgotten all about Mum and how we were supposed to keep up appearances for the sake of Kitten. (The whole family as far as Mum knew)

"That's a nice piece of equipment, sweetie pie," Ashleigh sleazily stated while she and Kitten stared at it.

"(Giggle!)"

"Let's see your equipment," I challenged.

"Oooh, yeah," Kitten toned.

Ashleigh got up, not like I didn't know she would after her story about the bikers, and pulled her skirt up in front to show us the tops of her black stockings, garter straps, then finally her black garter belt with no panties below it.

"Fuck, you look good," I very sincerely told her.

She responded quite well to this as I stared at the little triangle of dark pussy hair she'd mentioned earlier.

"Take it right off," kitten encouraged while actually moving to do it herself.

Ashleigh watched Kitten work at that with a pleased little grin as she slipped the rest of the way out of her bra. Left in her garter belt and stockings, she took her seat again, looking over at me still stroking myself while I watched that whole thing, getting pretty revved up.

"Oh, Kathleen...?" she called, "check out your perverted son."

I looked, suddenly remembering again the need for appearances over the gratification of my hormones, to find Mum looking with wide eyes and slack jaw.

"Ohhh, hon, you've got your cock out..." she said, as though that fact may have escaped my attention.

I had no idea how to answer that as Sheila also looked, their little spell broken now. I shrugged with a helpless, red faced smile and watched, still stroking myself as Kitten pulled Ashleigh's bra straps down, then the smallish cups to let the 'fat girls' out.

"You said to look at my Aunt Ashleigh," I defended.

"Get your tits out, Kathleen," Ashleigh told her. "Stop teasing your sister."

"Wh-! I am not teasing her! I was turned on by your story and- and I was-!"

"Right," Ashleigh agreed with a knowing, but well humoured expression as Mum sat up straighter, her face flushing again while she closed her parted thighs and tried not to look at me.

"I was turned on and playing with my nipples," she tried to tell us. "I can't help it if the whore likes to watch."

"Fuck off, you were performing for her," Ashleigh said.

"I most certainly was not!"

"Uh huh, sure."

"C'mon, Auntie, get your boobies out, okay? I wanna see."




Sera Ch. 17



Steven

"Judging by the gatehouse," Ashleigh related, "I naturally assumed I'd arrived at a retirement community. None of you have to imagine my surprise at what opened up when I got around that first bend in the trees. Wow, did I ever feel out of place on my old hog, blattering through these quiet, picturesque country lanes past all the impressive mansions of our neighbors. When I got here, there was a little old man at the gate, holding it open for me. He was about five feet tall, skinny as a whip, stooped and as sour looking as last year's milk, visibly wincing at my racket as I idled into the courtyard.

"By the time I'd gotten off the bike and removed my helmet, he'd closed the gate and shambled back to me, looking up at my mirrored aviator shades with a squint. He didn't look too pleased, his tone backing up his expression when he spoke simply in a Spanish accent."

"The Lady of the house will see you now."

"I followed him through the front door and he walked me through the house, straight out through the back door and to the rear patio. The house was a little different back then, but she was the one who'd commissioned the gardens and, if her front yard impressed me, her backyard blew me away. But, even that was nothing next to the woman who was waiting for me.

"I was always under the impression that, looking so much like Dad, my height and body came from his side as well, but I was wrong. When she stood to greet me, I saw this right away. And she looked phenomenal, that age defying trait we all share keeping an odd appearance of youth even in her, even at seventy-two, yet nobody could miss the experience and wisdom in her eyes. She's also where Sheila got her pretty face, where Kathleen got her striking hazel eyes, and where you, Kitten, got that beautiful, golden brown hair.

"So, there I am, gawking at this incredible woman with my body and my little sister's face, the only one of my like that I'd come across since Mum and... wow. Her bright eyes were so dark in that subtle way our eyes are, yet ablaze with their lively colour, and her smile was a pure delight. I could immediately read her sincere, good will towards me as she came closer and the first thing she did was look me square in the eyes.

"I didn't want to, despite how she came off, but it would have seemed impossibly rude under the circumstances if I didn't look back. And I was so glad I did. It suddenly was as though a part of me left my body to join hers, floating weightlessly and surrounded by her love for me. We'd only just met, but that love was there for me and mine was there for her. It was almost like something that didn't have anything to do with me, or even Grammie, but something else that was much bigger. It was like... like being reunited with a hand, or a leg once it's been removed for years. Probably not a good analogy, but it was bigger than my ability to describe.

"When I got back to my own head, all I could think about was how much I loved my Grammie Sammy and how she turned me on. Oh yes, I was very much enthralled with her after that little place she took me within her mind.

"Anyway, we both hugged one another tight, already familiar in this weird way and, when we separated, I watched her unbutton my vest with a curious expression, opening it up after. I thought she was checking out the fat girls in my little black T-shirt, but I'd forgotten about the grip of my H&K, snuggled beside my left tit in its shoulder holster. She looks at the pistol and..."

Here, Ashleigh started laughing, although a tear ran from the corner of each eye. She wiped them, sniffed a little and went on.

"She kinda peers at me and asks like it's some corny cop show from the seventies, "Why you packing the heat, sister?"

After a little more silent laughter, Ashleigh explained, "You see, Grammie was a little... eccentric. A beautiful person, mind you; so warm and loving. Sure, she could kinda get on a person's nerves at times, and there were other times when she needed a little help in making a sound decision, but she didn't have a malicious thought in her head. Plus, she knew this about herself to some degree and I think it was one of the reasons she was so glad I came. Even she knew that servants can only be trusted so far and, no matter their intentions or loyalties, there are some capacities where they simply can't serve. So anyway, regarding the gun, I told her that I'd been on the road for the last few years and that a girl can't be too careful."

"On the road?" she asks, looking at me kind of funny.

"I've been travelling," I explained.

"Where?" she inquires, like people just didn't do that.

"All over. Canada and down the states."

"On your motorcycle?" she asked.

"Yes."

"With a gun?"

"Yes."

"Oh my, how exciting!"

"Turned out that Grammie was a bookworm. Most of the books in this library are hers, and most of them fiction. She was an avid collector, called them her children and actually stipulated their preservation in her will. Yeah, she'd choose a nice place inside, or maybe outside, and escape to her own little preferred realities. She loved smut and romance, but also adventure stories, and she wanted to hear all about mine but, once we were seated here in her library, her first question was of Mum.

"I glanced at the old Spaniard who stood there hawkishly eying me, suddenly wondering when the little gargoyle would go away, but began speaking in answer to her question anyway. I could only assume she had these things under control, right? Anyway, I gave her the story about Mum, why I had to leave and what had happened before I could get back. She was staring into the fireplace by the time I was done and, for about two minutes after, she continued doing that, her state of mind totally unreadable."

"Camilo, please get me a nice glass of cognac," she tells the bent little guy. "Sweetie pie, would you like something?"

"Triple rum and coke, please," I told him with a polite smile.

"That polite smile may as well have been used on a stone. Without a word, he turned and went to see to his task, looking back at me once."

"Don't mind him, he'll come around," Grammie hisses at me with a wave at his bent and retreating form. "He's been with me since forever and he's overprotective because... I'm afraid he's fallen for me, the poor thing. I keep telling him he's too old, but he insists on watching me all the time, even when I masturbate."

"Oh. Uh... is he...?"

"Oh yes, everyone here is. That's just the way of things."

"After we had our drinks in hand, Camilo again eying me suspiciously, she draws a heavy sigh and starts talking about Mum. Mum was one of the very few subjects that could bring Grammie's sunny and loving attitude down, and the change in demeanor was dramatic. If I thought I had guilt issues over what I'd left behind when I ran away, Grammie was the reigning queen of guilt, but here's basically what she told me.

"Mum, like I said, had it all when she was growing up here. Grammie saw to it, but Grammie saw something else as well, and that was a lot of her mother, my great grandmother, in her daughter. See, Grammie knew she was different from other people because, having bonded with her mother as our like should, she'd been told all about our birthright at an appropriate time. However, she came from a different era where women didn't occupy the place in society that they do now and, while her mother overcame that, she was never quite able to do the same, perhaps because of her mother. So, out of self-preservation, she stayed here where she always knew she'd be safe, eventually outliving her mother and giving birth to Marie. Here, she didn't have to give a shit about the outside world or much of anything at all, except for Mum.

"As soon as Mum was old enough to think for herself, to compare the eccentric lifestyle her mother led with those of others, such as her friends' parents, she knew there was something off. Grammie never told me this directly but, in so many words I got that Mum was embarrassed by her. The woman never went out, never had any visitors, instead preferred staying home, drinking and reading her life away. None of Mum's friends ever once even saw her, yet she was still somehow embarrassed by her and grew to dislike her mother as a person. Grammie knew what would happen to Mum if they didn't bond, knew it from the things that her own mother had told her, but the dislike and the acidic attitude from Mum started early enough that there was no chance for them to ever bond in any way.

"Now, growing up without a father and considering the family sex drive, Mum must have twigged in to how her mother was using her staff at some point. She confronted her about it, and Grammie had to explain to her about how her drive forced her to do the things she did without telling the rest of the truth of what we are that would have made it understandable. To make matters worse, Mum's drive hadn't kicked in at the time, so there was just no way she could have understood what Grammie was trying to tell her, but when Mum asked who her father was..."

Here, Ashleigh stopped, looking pointedly into her glass as she swirled the ice around, clearing her throat uncomfortably as though she didn't relish whatever came next.

"Okay, so who was he?" Sheila prodded.

"Yeah, who, Auntie?" Kitten encouraged.

A short, somewhat uncomfortable laugh escaped Ashleigh's throat. Pointedly looking both my aunt and my cousin up and down, she finally replied with a somewhat uncomfortable expression.

"Kind of Ironic that you two would ask. Uh, if you'll remember my description of Camilo...?"

There was another pause, this one much heavier as Mum slowly covered her face with her palms. Sheila and Kitten's jaws sagged while Ashleigh went back to staring into her glass. She tried hard not to smile, but my laughter forced a restrained chuckle from her.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Mum groaned into her palms.

Taking her hands away, she regarded Ashleigh as though she'd just informed her that she was going to have her legs amputated because wheelchairs seemed like a lot of fun. Seconds later, Ashleigh was laughing as hard as I was and Mum now regarded both of us like we were as crazy.

"Right," Ashleigh managed when we were all ready to go on after that little bomb, "so just imagine Mum's reaction, eh? 'Not good' was a terrific understatement. According to Grammie, she just stood there looking like she was boiling over. That's the expression Grammie used, too. Then, Mum's on top of her, punching, scratching, kicking, swearing... Grammie didn't get too far into it, but she got it across that she had to run from her in the end. Mum had just recently turned eighteen, and I guess she gave poor Grammie one hell of a beating.

"After that, Grammie was understandably afraid of Mum and, obviously, this didn't improve their relationship, or Mum's behaviour. She became pushy, threatening, a bully that Mum feared, but also loved as her only daughter, no matter the sperm donor. But even if she could have made the decision to get rid of her, she wouldn't have known how except by the only means available to her. Again, understand that Grammie was basically a shut-in, not the type to ever hurt anyone or anything. I mean, I was so afraid when I walked into that house, but the reason she brought me into herself upon our greeting was so that she could make sure she was safe with me. That's not to say that she couldn't have dealt with me. Picture a shy, innocent old woman growing flowers out of the barrel of an assault rifle. She well knows the weapon's intended use and how to use it, but thinks it's much prettier with daisies sprouting from the breech. That'd be Grammie.

"So, the situation comes to a point where Mum is ruling the house, running around like a little Nazi in her private school uniform and abusing the hell out of the staff, knowing every single one of them have been at her mother. She'd even taken to using some colourful references to her with them that I won't mention out of respect for Grammie, things that railed against the loyalty that Grammie had woven into them. In a nutshell, Mum was driving things to the breaking point.

"And then came the day when she pushed Camilo, her biological father and influenced servant down the back stairs. The Ambulance had to come- that's what happened to his back, by the way- and Grammie herself had to speak to the authorities to cover up what Camilo told her had really happened. Things changed after that. She was forced to deal with the outside world, forced to lie and forced to influence a few people in order to keep her world intact and her daughter out of trouble.

"Grammie took to staying behind a locked door in her private apartments at all times with three large men who'd been previously on the grounds keeping team posted at her door in shifts, heavily influenced to make sure that Mum never got past them no matter what. The problem with that was that the real problem still existed. Her house was being run by Mum, and she knew it and, once her booze and meals stopped being delivered, she knew why.

"It took her three days to come out, but she did. The first thing she learned of was the terrific amount of physical abuse that Mum had inflicted on each of her guards in their admirable duty to her safety. They'd been instructed not to harm Mum in any way, and they'd paid a heavy cost for that. The rest of her staff hadn't fared much better and, for her, the true horror of it all was that they stayed and put up with it because of their influenced love and loyalty to Grammie.

"She told me that, for the first time in her life, she knew true anger. She flew into a rage at what had happened, mostly at herself for being everything her daughter accused her of and allowing things to come to what they had. When she found her, Mum took one look and ran, but she didn't get far. With Grammie hot on her heels, the first servant they met immediately responded to her order to apprehend Mum.

"There was another fight, but this time Mum was the one who was scared. This time, Grammie slapped the shit out of her and, as soon as Mum locked eyes with her... (Ahem) ... She told me about something she did then, something, among many other things, that she taught me later on. She grabbed her crotch and looked deep within her and saw... a very ugly side of what we are in Mum. As I've said, she'd seen it before in her own mother, but not like this, not from the perspective she then had as a matured and well-practiced woman of our like.

"She gave her an orgasm. She did it just to do it, to cheapen her, to make her feel the way she'd been making her loyal and beloved staff feel, for how she let her do it to them. She held her there in her influence, utterly hating her for those long moments, sticking her fingers right up her slit while Mum acted like she was having a seizure, orgasming over and over until her senses were so mixed up...

"She said that by the time she'd come down from her anger, when she finally let her go, Mum got up and walked like a drunk about halfway down the main hall, turned left and staggered straight into a wall before collapsing right there. Grammie's uncontrolled anger was now replaced by great concern as she hurried to her daughter. When she got there, Mum started screaming, not normal screaming, she said, but screaming that really frightened Grammie to her core. The word she used to describe it was 'unnatural'.

"She ran straight back to her rooms in fear of what she'd done, in fear of what was lying out there, and by the time she finally dared to come out again... Mum was gone."

 

Kitten

Auntie stopped talking. Both Auntie Kathleen and I were silent and still, like when you're at the end of one of those films, waiting with your heart in your throat for the deranged killer to pop up and strike one final time. I didn't look, but I heard nothing from the other chair either, nothing at all other than the sound of the huge, tick-tocking old grandfather clock until she finally broke the silence.

"Just gone. None of the servants saw her leave and she didn't appear to have taken anything from her rooms, but the property was searched and she was never found. Grammie had the property searched many times in the next few months, sometimes at random and all out of fear that Mum had never really left. In time, she was able to settle down to her old life of escapism, though now with the worried thoughts of Mum and her wellbeing preying at the back of her mind. She could have hired someone, she told me, but the awful fact was that she didn't want her back. She made up a story in her head where Mum was living happily somewhere and came to believe in it just to put it out of her mind. Who could blame her? She just wanted her peace and to not be afraid in her refuge from the outside world, and if you'd had the pleasure of knowing her, you'd understand when I say that she deserved to have it.

"But, she never heard hide nor hair of her again until I showed up. When she learned of Mum's institutionalization, she wasn't surprised and actually expressed relief in knowing that she was at least alive and being taken care of."

Again, Auntie Ashleigh leveled her eyes on Auntie Kathleen. At first, I thought she was looking at me, but Auntie's subtle squirming told me differently and I again wondered what was up there.

"This was Grammie's way of looking at it," she went on, taking her eyes from her youngest sister, "and what better of Mum could be said? She was... what she was. For all the people who'd suffered, the prices our family had paid because of her, truly, what else could be said?

"(Siiigh) ... Obviously, I never told Grammie this,- maybe I didn't have to- but... I believe that, in her anger, she'd done something to Mum that day. I think that, if Mum weren't like us, she would have turned out like Sir did after I messed up his mind, but the curtain of our minds are much heavier, more restrictive and resilient to our more harmful influences. Mum shouldn't have had any abilities as early as she did, let alone the power and control she had by the time I had to run away from home. Something went very wrong with her that day, and it turned the childlike, cruel and vindictive person Mum was by nature into the nightmare she eventually became for myself, Sheila and Kathleen. Quite frankly, I'm surprised she was able to hold herself together as long as she did. Hell, Sheila was lucky to survive at all, considering she looks exactly like Grammie."

"So, anyway... Grammie's in a bit of a funk at that point, but she insists that I stay the night. Of course, I obliged. As soon as I do, she tells me that she'll see me tomorrow, and she leaves. I thought it was a bit odd, if not rude, but I didn't know her then. I didn't realize that she was upset and wanted to be alone for a while, like she's used to. Once I got to know her, I became familiar with all of her odd little ways and loved her all the more for them.

"She died in two thousand six," Auntie reported with a sad smile. "One of her servants came down from her rooms one morning and told me. She went in her sleep and, after spending almost twenty years with her, I was shocked to find myself so... alone. Again. To say that I missed her dearly is a terrific understatement, and I still do. ... Besides me and the priest, the only others at the funeral were her eighteen staff members, all of whom were quite distraught and none of whom returned here after the burial. They all just disappeared, leaving their belongings behind in the servant's building and without explanation.

"Needless to say, I was lost. And angry. Yes, I'd inherited everything, but I was left utterly alone with it. Even her accountants and lawyers had her files sent to the house along with written notices of their 'discontinuation of services'. Just try to imagine me all alone with the yellow pages in the kitchen, eating a raw wiener- not the type I'd come to expect- and looking for an employment agency. It took a while, but I finally acquired my own people and, in so doing, I became much more familiar with the estate and the financial might that sustains it. I necessarily made them mine as I was forced to devote all of my time and energy to see that all aspects were properly seen to by competent and trustworthy professionals. I imagine this is most likely why Grammie saw to it that I was left on my own after her passing. She may have been eccentric and a little confused at times, but she certainly was shrewd in her own little way.




Sera Ch. 17



"But, once I could turn my back and trust that everything was being properly taken care of, I could finally start to really ask myself what I was going to do. Of course, the answer was to continue pursuing the mystery of what we are, and there was no longer any question of ability in terms of time and resources. I'd learned a lot about us from Grammie and what she knew from our family history, and I'd spoken to a lot of people and done a lot of research on my own before I'd met her, but with the power of this estate came a much brighter, farther reaching beam into the darkness of that particular mystery.

"However, this wasn't all. As I said, I was lonely for my own kind, someone I could really talk to. I'd been dreaming of a family reunion, especially after Kitten and Steven were born, and my loneliness soon made this a priority. Since then, I've been working for our future, waiting for a time when we could all come together under the same circumstances. And here we are."

Auntie Ashleigh paused here with a long sigh as she again looked thoughtfully into her glass before speaking to its contents.

"I'd hoped Mum could be here as well. Like I said, I'd learned a lot from Grammie and, though she herself didn't think in terms of her abilities, I always have and I had reason to believe that Mum could have been helped. I'd hoped that we all could have... Well, that won't happen now... will it?"

Another short pause came up and I was almost startled when Auntie Kathleen cleared her throat and began carefully shifting me about in order that she could get out of the chair. We all looked at her, Stevie included as she looked at each of us in turn with a somewhat intense expression. Sheila's expression was hard to define, and it was she who Auntie Kathleen looked at last before addressing Auntie Ashleigh by stepping forward with a sudden, angry sneer and a hard, open handed slap across her oldest sister's face.

Needless to say, Auntie Ashleigh was as shocked at this as the rest of us but, also like the rest of us, she only sat there, taking her younger sister's spitting mad features very seriously. The rage within her barely contained, Auntie Kathleen took her turn to speak, cursing for the first time since I'd known her.

"Well, I'm just so fucking glad you got to spend such beautiful, loving time with Mum and your little god damned Barbie dolls! And I'm so sorry things didn't work out for you, but isn't it nice that you could just stick your head in the sand like Grammie, secure in the knowledge that Mum couldn't hurt you any longer while somebody else had to deal with her!

"And I know why you look at me like that when you speak of her sometimes," Auntie almost spat, her seething anger centered on our very attentive matriarch, "so let me just spell this out for everyone right here and now, okay? What you went through with her was nothing! Nothing! You didn't get to see when she started talking to herself, you didn't get to see her staring down the basement stairs into the darkness with a look on her face that would give you nightmares, you didn't have to get consigned to that basement of unseen horrors for hours on end while-!"

Auntie Kathleen, even in her rage, interrupted herself as though to go on with the horrible experiences with her mother would only cheapen their personal impact. For two or three seconds, her lips worked in a silent fury until she continued in a seething voice that gradually got higher.

"I killed her. I killed her and I enjoyed it. And Ash, I want you to know that I didn't just kill her, I terrorized her. I took her to a hell of her own worst fears before I sent her off to the real one, and I'd do it again! And if you think that was wrong, if you think that was a crime against our family, you should know that she had one of her caregivers fling herself from a bridge and to her own death! And that's just the tip of the iceberg, Ash! You get what I'm saying!? It didn't stop with us!!"

Auntie Kathleen was crying now and so was Sheila as she stared, again in awe of her little sister. Auntie Ashleigh didn't know what to do while Stevie sat tensed with Sheila still in his lap. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Auntie Ashleigh's whole story and now this stunning, emotional confession of Auntie Kathleen's.

"Yes, I killed her! If I heard today that she somehow survived me that night, I'd be back in Saint John by tomorrow to finish the job, but I went to the old hag's funeral and looked into the casket just to make sure! So, you can stop your little fucking looks, okay? I don't care if you felt guilt, I don't care if you still do, you weren't there!"

She stopped here, bare boobies heaving atop their turned down cups as they thrust from her sweater, staring Auntie Ashleigh down with an angry sob until Sheila spoke in a quiet, halting voice.

"Kathy..."

Auntie turned and Sheila slowly got off of Stevie, standing in front of his chair to regard her younger sister with tears in her eyes as well.

"Did you really...?"

"I told you I would. I told you. Why didn't you trust me? Why did you have to go and do that!?" she demanded, crying harder now and looking accusingly at Sheila. We could have been together!!"

Here, Auntie Kathleen came to a breaking point, turning and hurrying from the room with her broken sobs, Sheila now totally breaking down as well. The expression on her face was almost heartbreaking in itself.

"Kaaa-thyyy!!" she whined in a long sob, the only person in the world allowed to call her that suddenly running out of the room and after her.

This left three of us sitting quietly, but for my crying. Auntie Ashleigh was crying a little too and even Stevie looked at the floor with a somber expression.

"(Sniff) Well..." Auntie quietly said as she vacated her seat a few seconds later, "I guess I deserved that."

She left the room without another word, and Stevie and I looked at one another. Our interesting and informative family meeting was over, leaving me in a sad mood, and I wanted to be alone. I got up and quietly left behind Auntie Ashleigh, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way, not even thinking of my clothes until I got back to my apartment.

 

Steven

After the meeting, I felt like I'd been drained. Most likely, all the vodka I drank before I got there was the biggest culprit in this, but there was no denying the emotional drain, either. I went back to my apartment and crashed for almost three hours.

I awoke to Stanley pouncing on my feet and toes with his needle like claws, starving and still a little drunk. Leaving the rambunctious devil in my room, I made it to my kitchenette for three slices of whole wheat bread with a beer chaser. Standing there, Ashleigh's story came flooding back.

Ashleigh claimed she could have helped Marie and, to me, this implied that she really could help Mum with these control measures she spoke of. That was quite encouraging, otherwise, none of the things she'd mentioned about the parasite was of any immediate, practical value. Even so, it was quite a story and it was no wonder I couldn't help liking her.

As for Mum, I found her behaviour quite interesting, both with her teasing Sheila and in how she ended the meeting. It seemed as if she was actually coming around and, if Ashleigh would ever get to the big answers she'd been promising, maybe I'd be able to finally get some results where Mum was concerned. Beyond the muddied waters at Ashleigh World, I reminded myself, Mum was what it was all about.

Four beers later and as the clock passed eight PM, I stepped into the corridor. Quietly closing my door behind me, I moved down to Gina's door. I wasn't sure if she and Kitten were bunking together or not, but I did manage to weasel the fact that she had her own official quarters from one of the staff before the meeting. (I think she finally told me just to get rid of my drunken ass) It was next door to Kitten's place and I threw an almost fearful, sidelong glance in that direction as I rang. As much as I'd fallen for her, there were things about her that still bothered me and, without my parasite in the driver's seat, I was a lot more wary of these things. I was also painfully aware of who encouraged what happened to her at the hotel, my so-called beloved. Yet, the memory of her on that table, flat on her back while those guys took turns at her made me horny again as I rang a second time.

Still no answer.

My hand hovered near the knob and I looked again to Kitten's door in hesitation before I grabbed it, twisting to find it unlocked, and then slipping inside.

Beyond the foyer, there was very little light with all the curtains and blinds drawn, however a quick search turned up Gina's clothes and some other personal effects, but no Gina.

"Shit. Now what?" I asked myself.

"Try Kitten's door."

"What if Kitten's there?"

"Then, get Kitten out of there and get her occupied somehow so we can get back."

"Fuck... this is..."

"I know."

"(Siiigh!)"

Kitten's doorbell yielded exactly the same results as Gina's, that being none, however, it was a lot harder invading her private space. I stalled, ringing again as my anxiety climbed, steeling myself for a violation of her privacy that an investigative curiosity demanded.

And then the door opened and I was looking at Gina herself. Even without knowing her, I didn't have much trouble figuring out that she hadn't been quite herself lately. She wore a short, pink nightie with wide, see through pinstripes and the tiniest shoulder straps, one of which was at her elbow to allow an erect nipple to peek out. Her hair was a mess and she looked and smelled like she'd really tied one on as she hung on to the door, swaying and smiling at me from a million influenced miles away.

"Hi!" she said, collapsing against the doorframe to look up at me from there.

"Uh, hi Gina. How's things?" I asked, well knowing by the look of her.

"Pretty good till you woke me up just now. Heeehhh."

"Okay... Is Kitten in?"

"Nnnope!"

"Do you know where she is?"

"Nnnope!"

"Uh, do you know when she'll be-?"

"Nnnope! Come on in and let's get dirty, sailor!"

I could only gawp at her and, judging by her laughter at this, I can only imagine the look on my face.

"Oh my god," I finally toned, taking a dreadful look around before I slipped past her and inside.

"Alll-riiight!" Gina cheered as the door shut, laughing and clapping. "Woohooo!"

"Gina, come here," I nervously instructed as I moved beyond the foyer, taking a half fearful glance around before seating myself on the couch.

I watched her, now laughing almost uncontrollably as she made a great effort to make it to the couch without falling. She did, but not without flinging herself into me with the expectation that I'd catch her.

"Haaaaaaa! Oh! Heh heh!"

"Gina, don't- this is serious!" I exclaimed, trying to get her off of me.

"You're fucking right this is serious!" she seconded with her hand at my crotch. "You're already half hard- Hey!"

I managed to free myself, then got both of us to a sitting position, having to hold her while she swayed with her dazed and confused expression.

"Gina, look at me."

"Oh sure, sailor. That's what you all say, then when ya least expect it, Wham! Out comes that fat prick and straight down my thr-"

"Gina! Look at me!"

Her mind was closed and I needed to get in before I could do anything, so all I could do was give her a bit of a shake and try again.

"He-eeyyy...! Not so rough, sailor! I'm a fine, Chinese work of art! Not some-"

I gave her a rougher shake, raising my voice further when I said her name, and I finally got her eyes. Three seconds later, I was in and she went to a slack jawed smile while I tried to relax. The first time I found her under the Jedi spell, all I had to do was tell her to forget me, close her up, and send her on her way. Easy. The time I found her in the library with Kitten and Lamarr's dick, I did much the same thing.

Now, things were a little bit more involved. Not only did I have to get the incident with Mum, Kitten and Ashleigh out of her head, along with any talk of it afterwards, but I had to leave some motivation in the poor thing's mind that would get her out of there without endangering the family. It was a bit hair raising, and I wished I'd let my mother's other son behind the wheel for this after all, but I was trying to find some balance between my over caution and his loose cannon. With a jittery sigh, wondering when the Jedi Kitten would come through the door, I got down to business.

"Okay, Gina?"

"Yeah?" she asked, allowing a string of drool to run from her parted lips and down her chin without seeming to notice.

"Do you remember when you and Kitten went to the library last night?"

"Yeah."

"Forget everything from that point up until now."

"Sure."

I paused, somehow not liking that reply.

"Forget everything that happened to you after you arrived at the library with Kitten last night, right up until you let me in the door just now."

"Why, what happened?" she asked.

"Never mind," I said, raising the strap of her nightie back to her shoulder.

With the feeling that something wasn't quite right, I sat there, staring at her while expecting Kitten to walk in at any time, ever more franticly wondering how in hell I was going to get Gina out of her life, when she did something I wouldn't have expected. Her slack jawed grin got wider, dirtier, and she whispered at me, mocking a thick, Asian accent.

"Two dollah, I make you hollah."

" ... What?"

"Two dollah, I make you hollah," she repeated, laughing and adding, "I love you looong tiiime!"

In my surprise, I lost eye contact and she started howling in laughter. I had no idea what was going on while my focus on a job more intricate than I counted on slipped completely in favour of a mild form of panic.

"Two dollah, I make you hollaaaaahhh!!"

 

 

Kitten

Events of the family meeting completely occupied my thoughts after I returned, bare naked, to my apartment. Gina was just the way I saw her last, passed out on my bed in her pink nightie and matching panties. It was definitely a well-deserved sleep, and I knew she'd need it for later on.

I stood at the foot of the bed, watching her with a smile as I recalled the evening before. It was the best sex I'd ever had with her, both when I allowed her own opinion of what was going on, and after I told her she loved it. The memory of her being slam-fucked while a small group of staff watched and her red faced enjoyment of it started heating miffy up.

After a quick shower, hair and makeup procedures, I started getting dressed, choosing a pair of half worn out jeans that always made Daddy ask if I'd cleaned out his paint gun when I was done with it. My upper body attire consisted of a strapless halter that was really just a stretchy, medium blue, cotton band that covered the bottom of my boobies while leaving plenty of bouncing cleavage. My nipples were visibly erected and, along with my snakeskin ball breakers and black hair band, I stepped back out into the corridor.

Auntie Kathleen answered her door with a slightly wary, but tired expression that brightened a little when she saw me.

"Hi, Auntie. Can I come in?"

"Of course, sweetie pie," she assured.

She wore soft gray slacks that looked sensational on her. Her deep red top with long, loose sleeves and short, narrow waist barely reached the beltline of her slacks where it was pulled loosely in. Medium sized black buttons started just above her belly button and stopped high enough to adequately reign in her bust, but not enough to cover her impressive cleavage. In addition to her red, three inch heels she obviously wore no bra, but the lines of her bikini panties could easily be seen under the fine material of her slacks, and the horny I'd had since the meeting ratcheted up another notch or three.

"Auntie, you look so good, I could lick you."

She responded to this with subdued laughter, turning around as she led me into her apartment to display a marginally happier face than the one that answered the door.

"Thanks. You look pretty appetizing too," she complimented.

After a short, though slightly awkward pause, I quietly said, "Um, I hope I'm not intruding, but I was worried that you were maybe feeling bad."

"I'm alright. I appreciate your concern, though. Uhh... I hope I didn't freak you out when I told you all what I did. I love you."

We were standing in the middle of her living room at this point, about three feet away from each other as I settled my eyes on her, openly thinking about it before I answered just as openly.

"I won't lie; I was and still am... shocked. Uh, but after the things you told me about your mother and what Stevie told me about her... Yeah, it's shocking, and I don't know how you did it... but I trust you. I don't believe you'd ever hurt anyone without good reason, and I've heard some pretty good reason."

She grabbed me so fast, I was actually startled. I'd never seen anyone move that fast, but the end result was a nice, firm hug while she rubbed my back and bum.

"I love you too, Auntie."

"Ohh, sweetie pie, you're so precious," she whispered.

After a minute, we separated. She seemed a lot more comfortable and I was even more turned on but, after a nice kiss, I went to the couch while she went to her kitchenette, forcing my eyes from her bum and my mind to something else.

"I couldn't believe it when Sheila just took her dress off like that," I commented.

"She always did have that... way about her."

"A lot of people back in Langley have mentioned it. Daddy calls it 'the Sheila effect'."

Auntie laughed at this, nodding her head in further agreement as she fixed our drinks, saying, "That about covers it alright, but with she and I, it's different."

"Like how?"

"It just is. We're sisters, but we loved each other... more than sisters should, I suppose."

"It's okay, Auntie," I told her, trying to imagine them together.

"After all this time and for as many hard feelings as there are between us, I don't think that's changed, and maybe that's the only real reason I'm still mad at her. I don't know."

"Um, did she catch up with you after the meeting?"

"I brushed her off. I wasn't in any shape to deal with her then, and I don't know if I ever will be. To be honest... I want us to be together again, but I just don't know if I can ever forgive her."

Auntie Kathleen was becoming depressed again, I could tell by her tone, but more so when she returned with our drinks. I took the one she handed, but she didn't join me, instead walked out to her balcony without a word. I rose from the couch and followed to find her standing at the railing with a frown that in no way took away from her beauty.

"Do you remember when we were talking about how we compared to her?" I asked in the warm, early evening heat.

"Yes."

"Well... during that first family meeting, when me and Sheila were in the chair, necking and stuff... and after some stuff that's happened... Well, there we were, really connecting in that way and I knew that nobody would ever understand me the way she would. In fact, I think she does already. What's more, I'm coming to understand her. I'm... her daughter."

Auntie turned to look at me with a raised brow, her smile now wry as she said, "So, I guess you can understand where I'm coming from."

"Unfortunately, it appears that we're both influenced by the Sheila effect."

She chuckled at this and I joined her. After that we stared into each other's eyes and made a different kind of love for what might have been five seconds, or five minutes, but we ended up in each other's arms afterward. She bent a little and I went to my tippy-toes for an open mouthed kiss, licking each other's lips afterwards while I got turned on even further.




Sera Ch. 17



"What do we do, sweetie pie?" she asked softly a minute later while kissing under my ear the way I love.

"Mmmmm... I dunno. I don't feel like I used to... I think differently. I find myself doing things I wouldn't have done before because... My understanding and viewpoints are so different from when I first got here, that I can now accept Sheila for what she is while accepting the fact that I'm becoming more and more like her. No. I've always been like her. Just restrained."

Auntie let me go at this, but held on to my hands, regarding me frankly for a moment before speaking.

"I'm also learning to see things in a different way. The person I was would never do some of the things I have in the last month or so, but I've had to accept that the person I was is now gone. Should I live up to her standards? I don't know. I only know that life can be a beautiful experience and that I want to live it for all it's worth and be happy. I want to do what I want to do, and I want to be free to do it."

"Me too," I agreed, looking out at the scenic grounds below with a frown. "But, for me, that requires sacrifices."

" ... You want to stay," She assumed with an understanding tone, letting go of my hands and taking a sip from the drink she'd set on the railing.

"I... haven't really had time... I do know that nothing will ever be the same for me again."

"No. It won't. What are you going to do about Gina?"

" ... I have to deal with her."

"I know. You see the importance of what Ashleigh was talking about where our family business is concerned, eh?"

"Yes. I never could have dreamed the importance."

"As much of a control freak as she is, she does seem to have her head screwed on straight. But, if you don't mind my asking, what'll you tell Gina when the two weeks are up? Won't be that long, will it?"

"Less than a week," I clarified, adding after a gulp from my own glass, "I have no idea what I'm going to tell her."

"Your boyfriend back home?"

I could only shrug, feeling somewhat depressed myself at that point, that familiar sensation in my sternum when I know that time is ticking down to some dreaded day of self-reckoning.

"I don't envy you," she said, both of us looking out over the garden now, "but, if you'd like my opinion...?"

"Sure," I invited.

"I think you should stay."

"Really?"

"Yes. Sometimes... Kitten, the fact of the matter is that we Burchells really don't mix well with the great unwashed. People do sometimes have a tendency to get hurt, despite our best intentions, and we have to live with the guilt. You have to understand that our passions lead us to do things that... Oh, boy."

"Auntie, you don't have to-"

"No. I do have to. I want to be sure you understand just how strong our drive for self-gratification is. The day we left Saint John, we met this family of four at a motel. I nudged them, got them to pay for our rooms because we had no credit card, then I... Well, by the time I was done, the man and his son were practically fighting for turns at his daughter while Steven and I kept his wife busy."

"OMG, Auntie," I said in wide eyed wonder, even more turned on.

Yeah, well the thing about that is... I never removed it from their minds, the things that family all did with one another, only closed them up so that they wouldn't be vulnerable to anybody's suggestion."

" ... You mean they...remember?"

"Yes. It was part of the turn on, the psychological side of sex that we've spoken about. To know that they'd go on from there, looking at each other and remembering the best sex of their lives... It turns me on to remember it now, even knowing that I may have destroyed them just so I could always have that filthy little gem in my mind. Even worse... I know I'd do it again."

" ... I was hoping you'd say that."

 

Steven

Were it not for the circumstances, I'd have found Sheila's expression pretty comical when she (thank god) opened her door to my ring.

"Oh my fuck, it's... Sheila!" Gina dramatically stated, adding, "Da, da daaa!"

Standing just inside her door, the infamous mother of Gina's girlfriend wore a pair of short legged, faded hip huggers and a loose fitting, off white top. Regarding the scantily clad beauty I had to hang on to in order that she wouldn't fall flat on her face, Sheila blinked a couple times, her beautiful blue eyes asking the question before her voice did.

"What fresh new hell is this?"

"I'm sorry, but I've got- look, can we just come in?"

"Hey!" she protested as I shoved by her with Gina.

"I'm sorry," I repeated as the laughing hyena in my arms grabbed at my crotch again, "but I've got an issue here and I need some he- Ahhhhh, Gina, fuck! That hurt!"

"Two dollah, I make you hollah!"

"What the hell are you doing!?" Sheila demanded as I pushed Gina down to bounce on the couch in wild gales of laughter.

"She's in trouble," I tried to explain in frustrated desperation. "I was trying to clear her head up and get her to hell out of here behind Kitten's back, but there's something wrong."

"So, you brought her here!?"

"I didn't know else to do!" I snapped. I was right in Kitten's fuckin' apartment, trying to fix her head and... something's wrong!"

" ... So you brought her here!?" she repeated. "Why didn't you take her to your place!?"

"Because- Sheila, I don't have time to explain! I need to get Mum here to deal with-!"

"Whoooaaa! Your Mum is not coming here!"

From the couch, Gina sang, "Faw two dol-lah, faw two dol-lah, I can fuc-kin' make you hol-lah."

"Does it look to you like she can go anywhere!?"

"You got her here, you can get her out! I'm in enough trouble with Kathy and Kitten as it is!"

"But, I can't take her anywhere else! This is the only place Kitten would never come!"

"That's not my problem! I don't even like this little bitch, you remember how she treated me!"

"Then don't think of it as helping her, think of it as helping me!" I half plead. I'm trying to tell you, my ass is hanging out and I need your help!"

From her foyer, Sheila angrily stared at me, then at Gina as she giggled stupidly on her couch.

"What's in it for me, kid?"

"Wh- are you fuckin' serious!?" I asked.

"Hey, I just opened myself up to your mother like a book, and she blew me off like yesterday's garbage for it, so you can believe me when I say that I'm not in the mood for this! Now, I can close this door and we can talk, or you and your friend can hit the trail. Your choice."

" ... Fine! God, I have no time for this whatsoever, but-"

"Two dollah, two dollah, two dol-laaahhh! I maka you fuckin' hol-laaahhh! Ha ha ha ha haaaaaaa! Yaaaay meeeeee! Whooooo!"

"And lock your drunken, Asian porn slut in my bedroom so you can tell me what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into before you drag me into it too." Sheila tersely added as she slammed the door to the outer corridor.

It took a little doing, but Gina finally, laughingly, accepted an instruction to stay in Sheila's bedroom while we spoke. We listened to her continued, now muted laughing and singing while we sat side by side on her couch, me grateful for the much needed drink that Sheila fixed for me and actually feeling a bit more calm.

"Okay, kid. What's going on?"

"Gina is in trouble, the kind of trouble that comes to people from us Burchells, and it's up to me to get her out of here, or get rid of her. Whatever the case, she's got to go for both her own good, and all of ours."

"So, you're telling me she's in danger of being abused?"

"She's already been abused. I tried to warn her from the first, but it's not like I could really tell her about what we are."

"Obviously not, but why are you the one who's got to deal with this?"

"Because, Mum says that I'm the only one Kitten will ever forgive if she finds out it was one of us that got Gina out of here. Even if it takes a while..."

"Kathy put you up to this?"

"She's as concerned as I am. Well, almost as concerned," I amended since Mum actually did take advantage of her.

"I take it Kathy likes Gina."

"Yeah."

"And now she's throwing you under the bus simply because you're the only one who'll survive it. Not a very attractive motivation for you, is it?"

"She's right," I said with a helpless shrug. "That's the thing about Mum, she almost always is."

"I know. That got pretty annoying at times."

"Imagine her as your mother."

"Are you kidding? She practically was. And why's she the one who's tasking you with this?"

"Instead of Ashleigh, you mean. I've found Gina wandering around spelled a couple times now and, after I fixed her up, I told Ashleigh about it. Ya know what she said?"

"What?"

"She told me to mind my own business where Gina was concerned, that she was keeping an eye on the situation. She does say that she likes Gina, but she obviously has no problem with her being abused, and I think Mum knows that as well as I do."

"How do you know she is being abused?"

"Because Mum told me."

"Okay... Sooo, if you do get Gina out of here, Ashleigh won't be any happier with you than Kitten."

"I'm expecting a trip to the principal's office, yeah."

"You must like Gina a lot," Sheila observed.

"I don't know her from Adam, but she seems pretty nice and, after some of the things I've seen in the past weeks, I think it's best for her to go."

"You think its best?" she asked with a well-meaning smirk.

I shrugged, stating, "I don't mean any offense towards anyone with what I'm about to say, and I'm definitely not saying I'm better than anyone else in this family, but... I'd stack my morals and sense of right and wrong up against anyone else's in this house besides Gina's. Furthermore, Mum backs me up on this, and she mostly always uses her friends right. So, yeah, I think it's best."

"God, you are just like your mother. So, what's the problem?"

"You bear no small similarity to her yourself. As for what the problem is, I don't know. I found Gina alone at Kitten's apartment, so I got in and opened her up to do what I had to do, but I'm not as experienced at this as Mum is and I'm up against something I don't understand. She's not coming around like she's supposed to, and I can't send her home like that, no matter what she ends up believing when she leaves."

"And you brought her here because...?"

"Because I had no idea when Kitten was going to be back, and I couldn't leave in the middle of what I'd started there. I needed a safe place to stick Gina until I could get Mum's help and, like I said, this is the only place Kitten would never come."

"What if Ashleigh knows something you and Kathy don't? Ever think of that?"

" ... Like what?"

"I don't know."

With a raised brow, I returned, "I doubt she'd know anything that would warrant Gina deserving our kind of well-meaning abuse."

"Yeah, well... Look, I know what you're saying and, in principal, I agree. Just be careful while crusading under the dazzling and subjective banner of 'right and wrong'."

"I think this is pretty clear cut, Sheila. Kitten's been abusing her friend, and I have to wonder who the fuck does that. Furthermore, it makes me wonder if I could ever trust her."

"Because she might be abusing Gina?"

"She is abusing Gina."

"Okay, I don't mean this the wrong way," Sheila warned, "but you seem to have a way of assuming you know both sides of this issue. Are you sure about this?"

"Both Mum and I can't be wrong."

"Would you like that to be your epitaph?" she asked with another smirk.

"Oh, very funny. So, will you please let her stay here until I can get Mum?"

"Not so fast, kid. What do I get in return?"

"My everlasting gratitude?"

"That's definitely worth something, but not enough."

To this, I countered with, "Since this does come down from her, how about Mum's everlasting gratitude?"

Sheila stared hard at me while a lot of figuring went on behind her blue eyes. She very much wanted to mend fences with both Kitten and Mum, but was now being asked to interfere in Kitten's life in order to help Mum and me. I couldn't blame her for her indecision, and I remember wondering if she thought even half as hard before she slept with other women's husbands. 



Sera Ch. 18



Kitten

I'd seen the sandy haired young man once before, changing out a long fluorescent tube from its fixture in the basement ceiling. This time, he was watering the tall plants in the main level hall. Auntie and I had been walking and talking, on our way to an early evening snack on the rear patio when we saw him. He was quite attractive and had this funny, attentive way about him that I'd noticed before.

"-and I love a nice pussy massage, or just a dirty fingerfuck," Auntie imparted, "that feeling it gives me while I'm sitting there with my legs spread like a slut, somebody 's hand there while I hold my dress up for- I see what you're looking at, you horny little Kitten."

"I- (giggle!)"

"Yeaaahhh..."

We took to staring at him, Auntie obviously as horny as I was. When he noticed us, he actually started, but managed to greet us.

"Hello, Ma'am, Ma'am. My name is Keith."

"Um, no offense," Auntie politely told him as she focused on his pelvis, "but I don't think we care what your name is."

" ... Oh. Uh, can I help either of you?"

"(Giggle!)" I replied, skipping towards him and grabbing his crotch when I got there. "Let's suck on his cock, Auntie!"

She was already on her way, her leering grin answer enough as her hand joined mine from his other side, both finding their way into his loose fitting maintenance trousers. We backed him into the wall and went to our knees in front of him, quickly pulling his trousers and underwear to his feet to grab at his hardening member with slow, horny laughter until I just went ahead and popped it into my mouth.

Auntie watched, really getting off and I thrilled to the feel of her hand on my bum as I sucked away like a little tramp. When I was temporarily satisfied, I passed it to Auntie and grinned as she went down on him with no more hesitation than what I showed. Holding her hair for her, I watched her suck on the head, eyes closed and loving it as the owner of the average sized meat groaned. I giggled again, grabbing her between the legs and massaging her pussy like she was just telling me.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm! (slurrrp) Ommmb-mmm..."

"Go right down on him, Auntie. Suck him like a whore."

She went ahead and did just this for a minute before passing it back to me.

"Oh, sweetie pie... yes... shove it right down your pretty throat..."

"Gmk! Mmmm! (gukk) Gmm! (choke) Mmmff!"

I felt him getting close and Auntie could tell by his intensified behaviour that he was going to cum. I let him out of my mouth and jerked him the rest of the way while she watched, smiling at my boisterous laughter as his spunk squirted my chest over and over.

We each left him with a kiss, back on our giggling way to the patio. During our meal, I told her about Stevie's and my experiences at the hotel. I had her attention the entire time, her eyes almost never leaving my face while she ate. When I was finished, she regarded me openly and I wasn't sure if I did the right thing in telling her.

"I just wanted you to know..." I tried to explain. I mean, if you felt bad about that family at the motel that you told me about. I understand how stuff happens. Geez, do I understand how stuff happens. Mostly, it's always my doing and I'm asking myself if I'm crazy, or what?"

"I appreciate that. And you're right, this stuff just happens. Like I told you earlier, we have irresistible urges that demand the most deviant satisfaction at times. Besides, I've had an adventure where something like that happened to me too, so..."

"Really," I asked."

"Yes. Steven was a little scamp," she laughed.

"How so?" I asked as I finished my plate.

"Well, he's a Burchell too, and just as susceptible to that deviant satisfaction I mentioned."

"Auntie, tell me," I eagerly bugged.

She laughed a little, but explained, "We were at this party, both of us pretty drunk, and I was one of five women with about fifteen men. Everybody was turned on because I'd nudged two of the other women to 'go with the flow', as I told them."

She started laughing a little here as her complexion turned a bit pinkish. She took a bite and chewed with her mouth closed while continuing to laugh silently.

"Auntie!"

"Heh," she said after swallowing. "Well, he dared me to suck pussy in front of everyone, so (ahem) I did, but somebody started fucking her while I was doing that, and one thing led to another..."

"Auntieee!" I begged, laughing as I watched her finish up with her small meal.

"Well, the guy's prick kept falling out of the woman whose clit I was sucking because of the angle, so I sort of licked his cock a few times and..."

"And...?"

"And he came in my face."

"Ohhh, Auntie..."

"Well... It just sort of happened. I mean, yes I licked his cock a few times, but it wasn't like I was sucking it. He was fucking Vivian and he accidently fell out again just before he came. God, he got quite a bit right in my mouth."

"Oh my god... did you freak out?"

"Well... like I say, it's not like I made him cum and it's not like he meant what happened... I just kept licking her pussy while he got me. I figured it wasn't that big a deal, and everybody laughed about it, so it was more funny than anything."

"Then what?"

"Well, we all had a laugh and some more drinks. A bit later, my perverted son pulled my skirt up on me, and I had these panties on that were partly transparent... they could all see my clit."

"Was it...?"

"Was it ever."

"What'd you do then?"

"(Ahem) I- well, it was really more funny than anything. It was a party and you know how... It was a bit embarrassing, but there I was with some guy's cum on my face, so it wasn't that big a deal. I let them look, but then one thing led to another and my skirt was suddenly at my waist. Somebody came on my ass, and then he told them to do what they wanted with me."

"Ohhh..." I quietly exclaimed, trying to picture this. "And he watched?"

"Yes. He was jerking off while he did."

"Oh my god, Auntie... That is so hot."

"It was quite an experience, alright," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"One thing's for sure," I said as I rose from the chair, Keith's seamen wiped from my chest, but still staining my halter.

"What's that?" Auntie asked with an expectant grin as she joined me on her feet.

"I totally get what you meant when you said that it could get boring here."

"Ha! Yeah, but... One can see the wisdom in this place for people such as us. I'm coming around to staying more and more, but it depends on what else Ashleigh has to say."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. The thing is that I tend to trust her."

"You do?" I asked, thinking of their tumultuous relationship.

"Yeah. Whatever her agenda, if she has one beyond reuniting the family, my instincts tell me that she doesn't mean any harm, and it's not like we haven't agreed on some things, so... I just don't like her thinking she's the boss of me. Especially now that I know where all the wealth came from."

"Good point, Auntie. Um, please tell me you're not going to challenge the will or anything?"

She laughed along with me at this, saying, "No, I'm sure Ashleigh would have all that sewn up tight. Anyway, I'd expect to see her come across more than fair on that. Don't be fooled by your surroundings, this is the biker queen we're talking about here. Wealth and power for the sake of it isn't what she's all about, it' not what she wants."

"What does she want?" I asked.

"I believe she'll ultimately tell us that herself," Auntie replied.

"So, you don't think she's hiding anything."

"Nothing she won't tell us in her own time. She's gotten to Steven, that's for sure, and I don't know what to think of that anymore. He's so different from what he used to be."

"Like how?" I asked, imagining him watching her getting fucked while he jerked off to the spectacle.

" ... His other side is out more often. His other side is more uh, uninhibited. Forceful. Passionate."

"What about his non passionate side?"

She glanced at me, then back at the cobblestones as we continued, not answering for a few seconds.

"It's not that he isn't passionate. Not at all. He was an impossible little hellion in school, it's just that his respect for me makes him... I'm really waiting for Ashleigh to lay her cards out before I decide anything with finality, but she was right when she said that we're all here at a crucial time in our lives. Each of us, including Steven. I think a lot of things about each of us are going to be settled once Ash tells all and, again in agreement with her, I think it'll be a lot easier for each of us to make a proper decision about where we're going from here once she does."

"But, she'll have her preference in our decisions. She'll spin what she tells us to draw our favour to what she wants us to decide."

"Smart girl. Yes, she will. And she'll make a good case, too. God knows, she's had time to prepare. You know something?"

"What?" I asked as she looked down at me with a fond smile.

"I hope this doesn't offend, but you sometimes put me in mind of Sheila when she was younger."

"I'm not offended; I know you wouldn't try to hurt my feelings, but you're not the only one who's said that."

"She's not all bad, you know. She does have her good points."

"So I've been told."

"She was very good to her friends."

"So I've also been told," I replied with a smirk, "just don't leave her alone with your man for more than five seconds."

"Heh! Five seconds? Heh! That man's a goner, sweetie pie."

"(Giggle) With that Grinch smile."

" ... Yes! Ohmigod, yes! I know that smile and that's exactly what it looks like!" she exclaimed, both of us stopping to laugh our heads off over this.

 

Steven

"Can I come out nooow?" Gina moaned.

Sheila rolled her eyes, but otherwise ignored her uninvited houseguest as another long moan from the other side of her bedroom door turned into giggling laughter.

"Uh, I don't mean to hurry you..." I poked.

"You and Kathy have to swear this never comes back to me, she dictated with a level tone.

"I'll tell Mum before she even gets here."

"Pleeeeeease, let me ooouuut...? I don't do well in captivity, I'll wither and diiiiiie..."

"She can't be like this when you're gone."

"But, I don't know what to do about that, that's why I have to go get Mum."

"Well, we'd best do something before you go," she said as she got to her feet. "I'm not listening to that for however long it takes your mother to get here."

"Like I said, I don't think there's anything I can do about it," I replied, also getting to my feet as she approached the door.

"At least she's not doing the Asian prostitute thing anymore," she noted just before opening it.

Gina was sitting on the carpet. She looked up at Sheila with a stunned smile before speaking with no small amount of wonderment in her simple statement.

"God, you're beautiful."

"Whatever floats your boat, Gina," Sheila quipped with a wry grin. "Come on, you can come out now."

"Awww, don't be like thaaat," Gina countered with a big smile as Sheila helped her to her feet. "I'm a nice person. Heeeehh."

"Part of her problem is that she's half wasted," Sheila determined as she let Gina flump on the couch, "so go make her something to eat."

"Uh... Like what? I can't cook."

"Can you make a baloney sandwich?" she asked as though she were asking me if I could tie my shoelaces.

"Yes!"

"Oh! Oh! I can cook toast!" Gina excitedly reported, bounding up from the couch only to be pushed back down on it again by Sheila.

"Sweetie pie, please hurry with that?" she irritably asked as she sat down beside her.

I decided not to argue. She was helping and that's what I wanted, so I went to her kitchenette to look into a baloney sandwich. A minute later, I had the bright idea that coffee might help, so I turned around to ask. I didn't get the first word out before I saw Sheila making out with Gina.

"Sheila!"

She jumped and looked at me with an expression that was somehow guilty and indignant at the same time.

"What?"

"What are you doing!?"

"Nothing, I'm keeping her quiet."

"That's not keeping her quiet, that's-"

"It's like kissing slutty, but not," Gina determined.

" ... -that's taking advantage," I finished.

"Would you just get the sandwich?" she asked again, more irritably. "Jeez, all we were doing was kissing!"

"Well," I pointed out with sarcastic over clarification as I got back to the sandwich, "the problem with that is in how it totally defeats the whole idea of why she's here in the first place. You see? It's like throwing somebody a lifeline only to use him as bait while you trawl for sharks. As a term, I'd call it 'counterproductive' and- Sheila!"

They were necking again, Sheila's hand inside Gina's lingerie and squeezing her tits until she jumped at her name, quickly removing her hand from a smiling Gina's nightwear.

"What!?" she asked defensively.

"I said stop it!"

"It's not me, it's her!" she claimed, looking at me as though she was surprised I'd think otherwise.

"Gimmie a break, I'm trying to tell you... to... Aww, Gina!"

The young woman in pink leaned over and gave Sheila an open mouthed kiss that the blonde returned.

"Fuckin, geez... Sheila, stop it!" I almost begged.

Forgetting the damned sandwich, I moved back to my slutty aunt's couch as Gina moaned and grabbed Sheila between the legs. Sheila spread them for her as though on reflex and they both passionately fell into each other, French kissing and beginning to squirm and wind themselves about one another.

"Sheila, I mean it!" I threatened.

They weren't stopping. Neither of them were even listening to me as I stood in front of the couch. Was I supposed to actually pull them apart, or what? During my indecision, my meat twitched and began swelling. I was already half hard when Sheila pulled the low cut front of Gina's nightie down, exposing her tits one by one as Gina watched me watching. With a horny smile, she spread her legs and showed me her matching panties, a transparent pinstripe running almost dead center down the length of her opening.

Sheila noticed this as well and stopped mauling Gina's fair sized tits to check out the view before looking wantonly at me. She noticed what was happening in my pants right away and fixed me with that evil grin again as she reached between Gina's legs and pulled the front of her panties down to totally expose her wet and spread lips. A cute little runway of dark pubic hair topped her hood and my erection reached its full measure as they both giggled at me.

"Fuck me," Gina softly sleazed.

"But..." I tried.

"Yeah, fuck her," Sheila invited with the same tone. "Fuck me, too."

Gina unbuttoned the fly of my aunt's hip huggers with a slight jerk, showing the front of her black panties, and I did the rest, suddenly pulling the little blonde's jeans down and off. Her panties were next, making her evil grin wider as she dared to correctly assume my intentions.

Both of them giggled excitedly and I couldn't help smiling as I helped Sheila remove her shirt. Gina had leaned forward and, before I could even remove my beautiful, smiling, conniving aunt's little black bra, she had my pants down. I was inside her mouth in a heartbeat, gasping at how good it felt as Sheila got to her feet on the edge of the couch to start on the buttons of my shirt.

When I was naked, I found my aunt's tongue in my mouth, me sucking it hard the way she liked, gasping around it when Gina deepthroated me. On the edge of the couch, she could come close to my height, also making it easy for me to give her tits lots of attention while my hand found its way between her thighs. She let me rub and massage while her moans grew raunchier and more insistent, Gina sucking my pole like we were just married.

I know what you're thinking. You're wondering what happened to all those high and mighty morals I was just willing to stack up against anyone else's in my family. You're probably also thinking that this is more the style of my mother's other son. Unfortunately, I have no real explanation or defense for what happened. I got unexpectedly worked up and I suddenly found myself just doing what I wanted, as though the weight of responsibility and the rights and wrongs of the entire situation became temporarily too heavy, too unstable to stay on my back. At the time, the only real question in my mind was which of them I was going to fuck first.

 

Kitten

We made our way to the pool/bar in the basement. I liked it, the reflections from the water on the medium to dark earth tones of the marble walls, floor and ceiling. I also liked how the plants added to the feel of surrounding nature, the way they based the supporting columns that sprouted from the pool, fronds almost touching its surface and adding to how the light threw itself around the large area. Of course, I especially liked the free bar. What I didn't like about it was that it was Sheila's turf but, since I was there with Auntie Kathleen, it was a lot easier to enjoy myself without the constant distraction of my biological mother possibly coming through the door.

Another thing that kept my mind occupied was my horny. Sitting at the bar, I watched Sheldon, our bartender. He wasn't my type, but I assumed he had a cock and so I watched him anyway. Behind us, Jeffries and a young male servant that I'd seen around the house sat at a table with a couple beer between them while Auntie and I drank enough to intoxicate a bull.

"Auntie?"

"Yes, sweetie pie?"

"Um... what are we gonna do about Sheila? Why are we...?"

"I know what you're asking," she imparted with a sigh. "Are we going to give her a chance?"

"Well, yeah."

"Do you want to?"

" ... I think about spending time with her... maybe getting to know her from closer ground."

"Does she turn you on?"

" ... Yes," I admitted. "Yes, she does."

"Do you think of the fact that she's your biological mother?"

"Sometimes. It keeps surprising me every time I remember, though."

"Hm," Auntie thoughtfully expressed. "Speaking for myself, I don't know. I just wish things could've been different, is all. You might find this hard to believe but, for me, it's not only that she seduced Dad, causing what he did next, but also- maybe even more so- because she... did it without me. She did it on her own, like she didn't trust me. She abandoned us. Do you understand?"

"Yeah. But, that makes it easier for you in a way."

"Oh?" she asked.

I loved the way she looked at me in such a way as to make it clear how much she valued my viewpoint, rather than treating me and my insights as childish or misguided.

"Well, most people in your place would make it about your daddy, and that's where it would stop. It's understandably hard to forgive something like that, and I'm sure that part of it is always front and center, but it obviously isn't just about that for you. This is really between you and Sheila. She acted on her own, made a mistake, and now she wants your forgiveness. Um, I don't mean to minimize what happened in any way, but what happened to your daddy is kinda beside the point where you two are concerned."

She continued to stare at me, her expression unreadable. I was a bit nervous that, despite my cautioning, she was taking it wrong anyway. Thinking of my own life and how it related to what Sheila did, I took a drink and went on with a sadly reminiscent demeanor, hoping to better get my point across.

"Auntie, I've done some things... (Sigh) OMG, some of the parallels between Sheila and I, based on what you and some others have told me, are pretty trippy. I'd rather not get into detail, but I sometimes wonder if the only difference between she and I is that things worked out better for me at home. To this point, anyway. Some of my past actions might well have turned out disastrous, like what happened to your daddy. I could have so easily lost everything and everyone I cared about just like she did, and I'd sure want someone, especially the one person I always thought I could count on, to forgive me..."




Sera Ch. 18



I was thinking of Daddy here, but also of Gina, vaguely unsatisfied that I couldn't have both them and Stevie, disturbed that, through my recent actions, I was now throwing away my Langley home and the life that I took such chances to shape for myself there.

"And now, here I am again," I sighed, taking another sip from my potent glass of vodka and milk, "and this time, it'll be all I can do..."

"You make a pretty good case for her," Auntie told me, taking a drink herself before continuing. "And you're right. Like you, also like Sheila, I've done some things that I know I shouldn't have. Being honest, I still have no idea how those decisions will affect my future. Yes, I'd like to be forgiven if things ever blow up in my face."

"Um, so you don't think it's depraved that I'm attracted to Sheila? Her being my biological mother and all?"

"Yes, and no," Auntie said. "First off, by the definitions of the rest of the world, almost everything that happens on this property is depraved, but what you want to know... is if I find incest morally reprehensible. ... Kitten, I think that, by now, you've seen for yourself that my morals are pretty questionable in themselves. I'm not the average woman any more than you are or, dare I compare, any more than Sheila is. For that matter, Ashleigh, my mother, her mother; and I guarantee you that Steven is not the average young man. We've had this conversation, you and I, and we've more or less admitted to being a couple of deviant sluts and, after sex with you, how could I ever judge anything you wanted? I'm your aunt, you're my niece. I love you and I want to have sex with you because I love you that way, too. There, I said it. As for you and your mother together, well... I want her too. I've also made that pretty clear, even though I'm her sister. Finally... you two did look really good together. I don't have a problem with it, sweetie pie."

"It was pretty intense," I told her, recalling my mother and I sharing that armchair and each other to the extent that we did. "Auntie?"

"Yes?"

"When you say that you did some stuff too, and that you question your morals... were you also talking about how Stevie's seen your boobies and stuff?"

" ... I suppose," she admitted with a careful smile before taking another sip.

"Um... when you told me about how he watched you get fucked at that party... did you like it?"

"Heh. Uh... Well, Kitten, when I say he watched me get fucked, I mean he was squatting down behind me. My panties were gone, skirt hoisted, legs spread so he and everyone else could see everything. He had a perfect view of this particularly big, hard cock shoving right up my pussy from behind."

"OMG."

"Yeah. Then he watched them pull my tits out and... one of them came on my belly. There were several of them and they all just sort of mauled me while I was impaled on Frank's big cock. It was... God, I loved it."

If I wasn't before, I was quite worked up over this, the mental imagery her words created in my mind, but also curious. Luckily, Auntie was also quite worked up and I knew this would be a great time for a few innocent questions.

"And Stevie watched?"

"Yes."

"While he played with his cock?"

"Yes."

"Sooo... did you like it?"

"Well, it's like I say, it was one of those situations that you don't expect, and I was really more just... Well, it was like... his mother was getting fucked and he just happened to be there to see it."

"(Giggle) but, did you like that he watched?"

" ... Yes," she finally admitted with a smile as she took a sip of her drink.

"Um, at the meeting, he was looking at you when he came. Did you know that, Auntie?"

"Are you teasing me?"

"Yeah. (Giggle!)"

"Well, how about you?" she good naturedly challenged as her back straightened. "You liked necking with your own mother."

"Yeah, but I admitted that."

"Uh huh. Again, no offense intended, but sometimes you really are a lot like her."

"Did you like when you saw him naked?"

"Kitten," she playfully warned.

"I did that, y'know. You didn't notice because you and Sheila were making cozy eyes at each other, but I did."

"I'm not surprised," she countered, glancing at my jism stained halter top again. "Like I said, you're a lot like her."

"Do you like his cock?"

"Kitten!" she laughed.

"Well, do ya?"

"Yes, I like it," she admitted, smiling embarrassedly at her drink.

"It's nice, isn't it?"

"Yes, it- it's very nice."

I have no explanation for what I blurted after that. It just popped out in the building, horny, inebriated heat of the moment without my even thinking about it. I didn't even realize the enormity of the statement until I was finished saying it.

"It looks almost just like Daddy's."

 

Steven

It turned out that Gina was first. I pulled her down further to slump on the couch while her legs stuck up and out, Sheila grinning from ear to ear as she held Gina's panties aside for me.

"Yeaaaah..." she approved as I shuddered to how good Gina's pussy lips felt around my cockhead.

"Ahhhhhh!? Ahhhhhhh!?" The part Chinese beauty called out as I slowly shoved myself forward to completely fill her.

Right or wrong, this was fun and there was no denying it. Gina squirmed like a slut on my dick, squealing excitingly when Sheila began playing with her clitoris.

"C'mon, sweetie pie, fuck her," she encouraged.

It's not like I needed any encouragement as I threw my head back, closed my eyes and gave her a nice, unhurried, grinding rhythm that I enjoyed immensely. It flashed through my mind that it might be worth having her around after all as she wailed in as much ecstasy as I was feeling.

Sheila looked like she was going to overload a neuron as she watched. After a couple minutes, her thick, unapologetic voice directed me as though she could take no more.

"Okay, my turn... my turn, sweetie pie..."

She turned and presented me with the doggie position, looking back with a desperately impatient expression as Gina moaned over my evacuation of her canal. As I repositioned, our eyes locked and something was passed between us, a sort of mutual understanding of what we needed of each other, something that really had nothing to with wrong or right, rather just getting off.

Gina's eyes glazed as she figured out what was going on. Far from being disgusted by what she realized my mother's sister and I were about to do, she slid further down to be right there to watch. In my own excitement, I was having a bit of a hard time finding the angle until she pointed me with a sudden and firm grip at the base of my shaft.

From the moment my cockhead was trapped by Sheila's wet and ready lips, it was incredible. Leaning forward, I grabbed the infamous, home wrecking, self admitted, card carrying whore by her shoulder and rammed myself straight in, hard and fast.

No matter how many men she'd had in the past, my aunt was still tight and my reaction to this maneuver was almost as loud as hers. She definitely led me in the vocal department though, erupting with a loud, slightly gravelly yell, her mouth wide in a frozen, toothy grimace as she stared back at me with incredulity. As soon as I got over the experience of our first penetration, I drew back and did it again, producing much the same sound from her. By the time I was banging her for all I was worth, Gina was playing with herself as she watched, panties gone, legs still lewdly spread with her fingers dancing to the desperate and hysterical yelps and squeals of the Elf Queen.

Before long, "Ahh, ghhaa! Ahhgghhaaaa! Ahhhhhh, cumm- Fuuuuck- FUUUU- AHHH- AHHHFFF- FFUUUUCKKK!!" Sheila screamed.

Oh my god, she was good. She flopped and gyrated, her vaginal muscles massaging my hardness while I just kept banging her like the piece of meat I knew she wanted to be. I fucked her like this for a few minutes, driving her to another frenetic orgasm, even then wondering how I managed to keep up the pace. When I felt I was getting too close, I took my rest, pulling out of Sheila's hot, tight cunt and plunging right into Gina's mouth. She gladly took it, happily licking, sucking and cooing over Sheila's juices before she got it up her pussy again.

Aunt Sheila was still moaning, watching as I went back to meating Gina,the black haired beauty's perky tits bouncing with each solid thrust that I gave her. Sheila turned over, slouching down beside her on her back with her legs spread, waiting her turn with one hand caressing her sex, the other back on Gina's clitoris.

Gina came with a funny hiccupping sound while her hips bounced and her eyes rolled, crying out for more when I pulled out and went back to Sheila. I still remember how it was, that almost electric sensation when my hardened dick fell against her glistening pussy, the subtle wet slap it made and how it looked as it unhurriedly disappeared up her opening. I shuddered, almost falling on top of her and her sudden embrace. The little thing wrapped her legs and arms around me and humped back to my rhythm, groaning, grunting and grinding with me while we necked passionately.

It was so good I can't describe, and it went from me fucking her to both of us screwing each other so well, that unspoken understanding of the need to simply get off returning in such a strong sense. It wouldn't be denied and our eyes held each other as we pumped until we both came, her squealing, me yelling, both of us being suddenly swept up in a sudden, violent wind of our own taboo desires.

We'd left the freedom of the open skies above the fields and trees, over the mountains and then the waters. We came in curiosity to this limited, warm and dark place we'd found, a small universe of what could be she and I, but so much more. From without, the engine that kept this universe thrummed and beat, but something was wrong. We knew it before we'd arrived.

Both Sheila and I were shocked to find ourselves back in the real world, the aghast expression on her face glued to mine as I collapsed against and inside her. I could feel my jism leaking out around my softening member as Gina came, her fingers furiously working her back to climax, eyes glued to us and completely unaware of what had happened.

"Whaaa-aa...?" Sheila dazedly managed.

 

Kitten

"I- I mean... I meant..."

Totally stunned, I tried to pick my jaw from the bar top as Auntie looked back with her complete attention, her brow slowly lifting while, at the same speed, a smile began at the corners of her mouth.

"I mean my boyfriend's," I finally got out, flushing red as a fire hydrant. My boyfriend, not Daddy. I- I don't know wh- I got mixed up..."

"You've seen your father's cock?"

"Auntie, no!" I tried, "I got mixed up! I meant my boyfriend, I don't know why I said that, I meant Jack!"

"I thought his name was Jamie."

By the time I'd backtracked to that lie, I knew I was caught. My face went even redder and my heart threatened to burst while I could only stare dumbly at her.

"Auntie!" I repeated in a strangled tone.

"Was it hard?" she asked, her smile full and dirty now.

"Uhh... It was... yes, but it was an accident! Sorta! I mean, it wasn't...!"

"I'd love to hear about this 'sorta accident'," she prodded, taking a drink and looking at me expectantly.

"O-M-Geee!, I moaned.

"Hey, I told you about Steven watching me get fucked by all those guys at the party," she reminded.

"I... (Sigh!) Okay, it was kind of... Daddy works really hard, so all I was doing was giving him a massage, and he was- I mean he got all... hard... and stuff. He had these nice briefs on and his body is- Um... I'd never really seen one, so I got all turned on when his little underwear got all soaked and shiny with the oil, and all I could think about was that big tool just in there and... Oh, Auntie..."

"And?"

"Well, he kept telling me not to- to watch where my hands went and... I hadn't really seen one up close before, and miffy was all wet and spready..."

"Mmm?" Auntie asked, her thighs grinding a little as she listened.

"I didn't mean for this to happen, but I just... kinda pulled his underwear down a little. I just wanted a little peek," I defended.

"What did he do?"

"He got a bit mad 'cause he was trying to tell me that I shouldn't look at his cock and that we shouldn't even be massaging each other in the first place. He tried to stop me, but..."

"C'mon, tell Auntie what a slutty little kitten you are."

" ... I really wanted... to see, you know, so I kinda argued him down... I knew he was turned on and I kinda used that against him and... he let me look. So, then I pulled them down further cause I wanted to see his balls too and... well everything. I pulled them right down and off, so he was all naked and hard for me and he did what I wanted. He spread his legs so I could see everything and I played with... him. A little."

I couldn't believe I was relating this, and I only wanted to stop talking, stop making things even worse, but it was like I was still stuck back where I'd gotten myself into this mess, and couldn't catch up to my mouth.

"What did you do?" she sleazed, casually taking one of my nipples between thumb and forefinger to play with it as I answered, still flushed, overheated and horny as hell.

"Uh-h. Um, I... played with his, his bum and I got him... I got him to let me lick his cock and stuff."

"Oooh," she almost whispered as she worked my nipple. "Did you suck on your daddy's big cock too, sweetie pie?"

"Uh huh," I admitted.

"Did Daddy cum?"

" ... Yeah. All over my face and in my mouth, too. I love cum, Auntie."

"Mmm, so do I. I think all Burchell women do. So, there really is no boyfriend, is there?"

"No, but... I don't want you to think- oh, boy," I fretted.

"Baby, I'm not thinking anything other than about how hot that little story is," Auntie assured. "It's alright. Um, Steven once came all over my face, too."

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised at this, but I was. My dumb expression was renewed as she smiled a little uncomfortably, taking a drink before elaborating.

"It was this situation where... We were sort of in a bind with the rent and we ended up performing for our building superintendant."

" ... Wow. Uh, what happened?"

"Well, I was titty-fucking him and he just exploded like he does. You've seen it."

I couldn't speak, trying to picture Stevie cumming all over his mummy's face from between her big boobies.

"I love cum, too," she imparted."Don't feel too bad about your father, sweetie pie."

"Ohhh, Auntie... I need to get fucked really bad."

"Oh god, me too."

"Um, lets... let's take each other's pants off. Okay?"

" ... Yeah," she replied with forbidden excitement flashing in her beautiful eyes of darkness. "Let's do that. (Giggle)"

We stood, briefly kissing each other before she began undoing the front of my jeans. Jeffries and the junior server took notice of this and watched with interested and horny smiles while they conversed.

"Oh my god, these are tight," Auntie commented as she peeled them down, me holding my arms slightly out and helping to wriggle them down my hips with a happy/horny smile.

When they were off, she stood back to take a look, the conversation at the table having ceased as they looked on. I wore a sea foam green micro thong that was too small to cover the small amount of pubic fur I had. Auntie smiled and softly played her fingers through it as I flinched and giggled in delight.

By the time I unfastened the front of her dress pants, Sheldon had come around for a better view of our erotic little show. Down her legs they slid, a lot easier than my jeans went, and exposing sexy, high cut, white satin panties with little roses all over them. The back of them was as transparent as my lust and my hand found its way down inside, caressing her perfectly rounded bum.

She sighed, loving this treatment, and I felt myself trembling with excitement as I looked at Jeffries. He was just getting his cock out of his trousers, the thing already a good six inches and not yet completely hard. The other had a tent pole in his pants that he rubbed while watching us with the day chef.

I was so horny, I only stared, almost drooling while thoughtlessly pulling Auntie's panties down her thighs. She herself barely noticed this, her attention on her hand as it slipped inside the fly of Sheldon's black dress pants. She giggled a little, but her expression turned to open mouthed smile of surprise as Sheldon flinched. Then he groaned as she stroked him, pulling the end of his member through the breech she'd made in his trousers.

Looking back to Jeffries, I also giggled when I saw his now fully hardened, eight inches of fun. His younger friend seemed shy, so I just came out with it while Sheldon groaned again.

"Um, can I suck on your cock? (Giggle!)"

He looked back, I think a little stunned at my forward attitude, while Jeffries stroked himself to the sight of mine and Auntie's half naked bodies. God, how I loved it. I left Auntie to her fun, her hand having pulled Sheldon's average sized, hardened rod completely out of his pants, and approached the table. Still being forward, I spoke to Jeffries next as I leered at his fabulous member.

"I wanna get fucked, too. I wanna suck and fuck at the same time."

"I'm sure me and Brandon can handle that, Ms. Burchell," he said, his hand reaching out to cup my sex.

I giggled and let him pull me closer in that way, allowing him to lay me face down on the table, just in time to see Brandon's thick seven inches spring from his cargo pants. I grabbed it and pumped, shakily watching his pre-cum work its way to the tip while he began groaning like Sheldon. When I had enough, I carefully licked it from the tip, tasting it before stretching my lips around the fat head of his nice, big dong to start sucking like a proper little slut.

Meanwhile, my thighs were parted, knees bent with the soles of my feet pointing up in the air as I felt the warm head of Jeffries's prick rubbing my crotch. My thong was so inconsequential as to not even require removal as he ground my already excited clit, making me squeal around the meat in my mouth until he slid his length all the way up wet little miffy.

One knee up on a barstool to spread herself as well as possible, Auntie's other foot remained planted on the floor while Sheldon's nice prick rubbed and poked between her bum cheeks until he found what he wanted. She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening momentarily as her juicy pussy was filled. Soon, our cries and moans filled the bar as we each watched the other's gratification.

 

Steven

It took several seconds to gather my wits and senses while Sheila obviously clamoured for the same lofty goal. We both stared at the other and I wondered if she'd experienced this before with Ashleigh. As for myself, while the shared orgasmic experience wasn't new, the specific details of that particular one sure as hell was.

"I... what was that?" she eventually asked in a stunned whisper.

Her question served to bring back to me some level of composure, but the answer to that question wasn't something I could get into just then, my emphatic glance at Gina explaining to Sheila why that was. I kissed her deeply in a sincere expression of how I felt about her, then separated, forcing myself to refocus on the fact that I was supposed to be looking for Mum so she could help me get Gina out of there so that exactly what had just happened wouldn't happen. (Fuck!)

Gina herself was still rubbing her crotch, but mostly quiet apart from some satisfied moaning. Beside her, Sheila's eyes were closed, my aunt probably soaking in the experience as she lay there. After some moments, she sighed, got up and fixed me with a half wiped smile.




Sera Ch. 18



"That was... sensational. 'Sensational' doesn't even begin to cover it."

"You were totally sensational," I said, suddenly grinning a bit dreamily back at her, "but, I knew you would be."

She liked this and went to her tip-toes to plant a soft kiss on my chin.

"I love you," she added afterward.

My arm around her waist, I replied, "I love you too, Sheila. You're trouble, but I love you."

She then showed a smile of such innocence, it almost scared me, knowing who it was behind it.

"You know it's true," I said with a short laugh.

"Yeah. ... Look, I want to know what... what that was as soon as we can..."

She glanced at Gina in completion of her sentence and I replied with, "Ashleigh will probably beat me to it. In any case, I have no more idea than you do, beyond what causes it."

She seemed to accept this, at least for the time being, and I gave her a kiss on the forehead before having to get down to business.

"Okay, uh... I'm gonna get a drink that I somehow know I'm really gonna need, then go find Mum. ... Can you do me a huge favour while I'm gone?"

"I'll have her cleaned up, don't worry. It's not like I'm going to want your mother coming here to see either one of us in this state," Sheila correctly guessed, visually appraising the younger woman cooing on the couch before adding, "Other than our height, we're more or less the same size around the hips and bust. She might be a little bigger around if anything, but I've got a skirt and blouse that she can wear. In the meantime, I'll get that drink while you get dressed if you want."

"Thanks, Aunt Sheila."

"You know, at first I hated when you called me that," she reminded as she went to her kitchenette and I started collecting my clothes. "But now, I have to admit that I do like it. You know all the right times to use it."

"I'm fuckin' good like that," I commented with dry humour, trying to distract myself from my betrayal and abuse of poor Gina as Sheila made a couple of drinks.

"'Fuckin' good'? Definitely good fuckin'," she quipped with a wink.

"You too. Like I said, though... I knew you would be."

"Are you sorry you did? What with Kitten, I mean?"

" ... You know, I never really thought of that aspect of it," I said as I sat in her chair to pull my socks on. "I actually only regret that our guest was involved."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well... I do think you should fuck Kitten. As soon as possible."

I couldn't help smiling at this as she approached, handing me one of the drinks, but after a gulp of its potent contents, I asked, "Why's that?"

"What do you mean, 'why's that?' Don't you want to?"

"Well, yeah."

"So, why wouldn't you? I don't know why you've waited this long. Besides, if she finds out about 'Operation Gina', you'll be lucky if she ever opens her legs for you. Even if she does, Ashleigh will probably have already castrated you for gross insubor-"

"Yup, yup, I get it, will you pass me my pants, thank you very much?"

I was right about how I'd need that drink. Making my way to the library, it helped to keep the memories of my incredible time with the lovely little Ms. Gina Green guilt free. Who'd have thought that sex with Sheila would be the easy part? Definitely the best part. As good as Gina was, Sheila was crazy good, and I wondered all the more at how Kitten would be.

I was headed for the library because, not having answered her apartment door, it was the first place I thought of that I knew Mum haunted. Unfortunately, she wasn't there either. From out in the hallway, the glass wall that looked out upon the rear garden wasn't angled for a view of the pool area, but I decided to first run a quick search of the house's interior before moving it outside.

The staff I ran into were every bit as helpful as they always are when it comes to one family member trying to locate another, (that being not at all) and I tried not to hold it against them, knowing that they were only acting on orders from above. One could only assume that Ashleigh was trying to protect people like Sheila and I, should we get up to what we just had with each other.

In retrospect, I don't even know why I checked the cave, knowing Mum didn't go there, but I did, opening the heavy door and being rewarded with success. Mum was indeed there, slouched on a barstool, her shoulders and arms supporting her pose along the edge of the bar top behind her. Though her red top was intact, her breasts decently behind it and obviously in a bra, she wore no pants or panties, her legs in a V position while Sheldon busily porked her to oblivious, yelping climax.

Not far away, Kitten was chest down on one of the tables, a young servant named Brandon fucking her mouth, the little vixen sucking hungrily as she was pounded fast and furious from behind by Jeffries. The extent of her clothing was a medium blue band of cotton that looked like the shortest mini-skirt in the history of the world. It was riding at her waist,above a tiny thong pulled aside for the day chef's plunging pole, and I was already almost fully hard again by the time I reached the bar.

Mum was the first to notice me. Her cries never stopped, making the expression on her face at seeing me priceless, and I couldn't help but smile, especially now that I knew she was alright after the way she left the family meeting. If her sudden expression of surprise and concern wasn't funny enough, her reaction to my smile finished the job as my dick reached maximum length in my pants.

Brandon's groans became more urgent, his tone rising and finally breaking as he began a jerking ejaculation, dumping his load into Kitten's mouth one pelvic thrust at a time. He kept fucking her face as she swallowed, pushed and jolted by Jeffries from behind as he quickened his pace. She looked as though she was getting pretty close to orgasm as well, and this event only sped her on.

As for myself, I did the only thing I could, that being a visit behind the bar to the refrigerator where the beer was kept. I grabbed a can and, still smiling, came around to sit on the barstool beside the one Mum was getting hammered on. She kept looking at me with this totally incredulous expression, maybe because of how I was smiling but, despite how turned on this unexpected situation had gotten me, that only made me smile all the wider. Exchanging a quick nod of greeting with Sheldon, I looked back to find that Kitten had finally noticed my arrival.

Her mouth was wide open as she gawked, both in lewd ecstasy and total surprise, a thin drizzle of cum and saliva running from her mouth as she held Brandon's softening member. Her eyes were also wide, though fluttering with each pounding thrust from behind. Still staring at me, her thighs spread with her feet in the air, she came violently, crying out over and over. It was so good that the feel of somebody's hand at my fly didn't even register until she was almost done, and by then it was too late. I looked down, a little startled to see Mum's hand in my pants right in front of Kitten.

My smile was gone and, despite what happened at the family meeting, it was now my turn to be in gasping, open mouthed shock when Mum quickly found my meat. I actually jumped when she gripped it, pulling it right out of my pants. It never occurred to me that I could stop her as I watched her lovingly stroke it, causing pre-cum to almost squirt from my tip.

Now Mum was the one who was smiling as I looked back to Kitten. She wasn't smiling. She was just then launching into another climax, making me vaguely wonder what it would be like to have multiple orgasms while Mum's hand suddenly stopped. Her grip tightened and, just as I looked, Sheldon started moaning in a higher tone, cumming straight into my mother's snatch while she watched approvingly.

"Yeaaah! Fuck, yeah, fill me..." she panted.

Slowly, she started pumping my hardened, oversensitive length again, looking back up at me after Sheldon was finished with the sleaziest smile as I shuddered to her knowing hand.

She twitched a little when Sheldon withdrew, then took the hand she'd been stroking my cock with to slowly caress her cum soaked pussy, dipping her fingers in her opening, closing her eyes and still holding herself stable with her other arm on the edge of the bar. I thought her intent was to pleasure herself but, while she did get pleasure out of her own touch, her purpose only became clear when her hand, veritably running with hers and Sheldon's cum, returned to my cock.

My reaction was immediate. First off, she now had lubrication, and the extremely pleasurable sensation of her touch had increased by one hundred percent. The other side of my reaction was stunned disbelief. I could only stare as her dripping hand spread the warm, sticky mixture all up and down my pole.

"Uhhh!!! Muu-!" was all I could say to my other mother's grin, one that, in its own way, was more evil than Sheila's could ever be.

She giggled at me and replied, "It's like I told you back in Saint John, sweetie pie. Mummy likes all kinds of filthy things."

I had nothing to say to this as she continued to stroke me, the wet sounds it made driving me to somewhere between crazy and insane. I even forgot about Kitten, but was reminded again when she appeared at my side. I hadn't noticed her approach in the distraction of what Mum had done, but now there she was, looking at me with a big smile, heavy cumshots around her mouth and cheeks. A particularly large gob ran from her upper lip to her lower one, lingering there before slipping down and into her mouth.

"Auntie!" she almost squealed as she watched her aunt giving her own son a very sloppy hand-job. "You're slutty!"

Mum, first taking a half second to look her niece's face over, sleazily laughed aloud at this. It didn't look like Kitten had much problem with it but, realistically, I suppose I shouldn't have expected she would.

"Uh-hh Oh, f- fuck, Mum..." I actually managed as Kitten giggled.

I was trying to remember what it was that I'd gone there for in the first place, sure it wasn't just for a beer when Kitten bent and started licking my cockhead. Mum took her turn to giggle, her hand staying lower on my shaft, pumping slower in order to hold it there for the younger woman's tongue.

"Suck on it, you little cunt," Mum breathed.

Both kitten and I moaned at this before my head disappeared inside her mouth. She sucked me and the film of Mum's sex all over my hardness, driving my senses to overload. Mum giggled again, massaging my balls as Kitten went lower and lower, practically screwing my slickened dong down her throat as her eyes rolled in her head.

"Oh, yeaaah..." Mum toned, sitting up straight so she could hold and stroke Kitten's Golden brown hair.

"Ohh, gu- uuhhh-hh! Oh, fu-" I expressed.

"Mm-mmmb (slurp) mmbb..." Kitten agreed.

Incredibly, she almost got all of me down her throat. Her subtle choking and slurping sounds almost had me hypnotized as Mum smiled like a slut, stroking Kitten's throat in such as way as I actually felt her fingers.

That's when I came, and it was an eruption of mighty proportions, even for me. Let's just say that it was a good thing Mum had repositioned on her stool, because she was able to grab me before I fell off mine, fixated on Kitten's incredibly desperate expression as my volume jetted and surged straight down her throat.

 

Kitten

I knew how Stevie came, but I thought I'd have more warning before he did. It happened so fast and there was so much of it that I was overwhelmed almost immediately, having difficulty swallowing with his juicy meat so far down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, I choked and the little space left in my mouth filled in less than a second. It backed up my nose while it spewed from around my lips, even as I was backing off his length, coughing and choking like a total whore and getting off on it in ways I could never describe.

However, as violent as it was for me, Stevie was completely unhinged. It took him the same time to collect himself as it did me to stop choking and coughing as my sleazy Auntie laughed softly at both of us.

"I... Oh my fuck..." Stevie finally stated in a hollow tone.

"Language, sweetie pie," Auntie giggled while I was still clearing my throat. "You okay, Kitten?"

I nodded, his cum actually running from my nose as he stared at me as though catatonic.

"Was there something we could help you with, hon?" she then asked him, breaking into wild gales of laughter afterward.

I laughed too, this not helping me clear my throat as he continued to sit there looking all stunned. It was so funny and he was so cute just then. After a few seconds, he managed a crooked smile, looking as though he'd just remembered that he did come for a reason before he unsteadily replied.

"Uh, actually, Mum... I'm having a little trouble with that baggage you wanted me to see to, and I need your help."

Still smiling, Auntie looked at him as though she didn't know what he was talking about for a brief moment before she replied.

"Oh. Okay."

She looked at me and her smile returned, an apologetic one as she said, "Kitten, I'm sorry, but I have to bail. Had a lovely time, though. (Giggle!)"

"Awww!" I complained, but with an understanding smile.

"Oh, I'm coming back for you as soon as possible," Stevie assured me with a dazed wink.

On a sudden impulse, I threw my arms around him and gave him a nice, big wet kiss. He voiced an incoherent reaction to this, giving me the opportunity to stick my tongue into his mouth while he struggled. It suddenly occurred to me as to why he'd be struggling, but I stayed on him anyway while his mummy laughed.

Shortly after they left, Jeffries also bade Sheldon and I farewell. I sat at the bar, used and mostly naked while I drank and talked to my reclothed bartender for a while, waiting for Stevie's return.

I got seriously hammered. I remember feeling all sticky at some point and getting off the stool to stagger to the edge of the pool. I sort of just allowed myself to fall in face first, the sudden splashing shock of the body temperature water a relief that I never knew I craved. I just floated there, face down with my arms and legs relaxed, weightless and spread eagled as I stared at the bottom of the pool with a lungful of air.

I thought of that funny smile on Stevie's face when he was leaving, looking back at me the way he was. He was mine. So mine.

Sheila and her daddy. Me and my daddy. Stevie and his mummy. I decided that I would be easier on Sheila. I wanted to explore her, wanted to get off with her, to get off on her.

Floating there, I realized that there was no longer any reason to hide anything, not there with my new family. I only had to hide things in Langley, a life that was looking more and more unrealistic, implausible and so unbefitting of the person I was. Deep down, I'd been worried that Auntie Ashleigh's estate really was a bad influence on me, making me something I'm not. Auntie Kathleen felt the same way, she and I had even discussed it but, in fact, Langley was where I was living the lie. I'd always been the person I was allowed to be at the estate, only forced to behave like somebody else for the propriety of others up until then.

As for this parasite, as Stevie called it, half the time I didn't even think about it while distracted by so many other things. I'd remember it out of the blue, then remember that it was actually true and not some crazy movie, then get all horny and giggly thinking of all the things I could do with it. The strangest part of it all was the duality Stevie had explained to me, that second personality from within that had been present since Auntie opened my eyes. I found it disturbing to think that the real me was on hold somewhere in the back of my mind, but was that any more the 'real me' than the one I was feeding with booze? My fear of sobering up could speak to that, but that wasn't a fear I wanted to face up to just then.

With the last of my oxygen, I stripped out of my thong and halter, rubbed my face and stood up in four feet of water, brushing my hair back with my hands, gulping air and eying Sheldon's shirt.



Sera Ch. 19



Steven

We each left the cave with a smile, especially since I had the chance to clean up while Mum got dressed but, as we neared the foot of the stairs, Mum asked after her 'baggage'. After the two encounters I'd had, it was getting pretty hard to keep the business of said baggage straight in my head.

"Uh, okay- I found Gina at Kitten's apartment and... well, she's- I can't get her attention, not even with the Jedi spell."

"Why?" Mum asked, a grimace in place of her smile, probably over my Star Wars reference.

"First of all, she's drunk, but it's more than that. She's like some kinda nympho freak and she won't... you know."

"Not really, sweetie pie," she replied. "Try to be more specific."

"She won't stay serious, not even when I have her eyes. She's all messed up, or something."

She didn't answer right away, not until we'd gained the main level. She stopped there at the head of the stairs, looking at me with a serious expression and, when she did speak, it was in a lowered, cautioned tone.

"I can't do this. Kitten may be young and inexperienced, but she's not stupid, no matter how she sometimes comes across. A very shrewd little thing, Kitten is, make no mistake. I expect she's been all over Gina's mind by now, and I can't risk her smelling my involvement on her."

"But, I can't do anything with her," I explained in the same lowered, but urgent tone. "Can't you just take a look or something? You don't have to get in her head, just watch what happens when I try to do something with her."

"If I do, you'd have to get my presence and involvement out of her head afterwards. You can do that, right?"

"Yes, if I can get her attention."

" ... Okay," she agreed, nodding with thoughtful satisfaction as we started walking again. "I'll watch you try to nudge her and tell you what I think, but that's all. Oh god, please tell me you didn't leave her in Kitten's apartment, though?"

"Uh, no."

"Good," she sighed. Where is she?"

"Well, that's the other thing..."

"Okay, why do I sense that I'm not going to like what's about to come out of your handsome face?"

"Well... I started with her in Kitten's apartment, but then there I was with my own footprints all through her head and I couldn't finish the job. She starts freaking out, I panic because I'm waiting for the Jedi Kitten to come home at any second, so..."

She only looked at me with an expectant brow raised. Despite our new understanding, she was still my mother and she knew it.

"Well, the only place I knew Kitten wouldn't come looking was... Sheila's apartment. So, I took her there and we- well, she's there now.

She'd stopped again, looking at me like I'd lost my marbles before trying to confirm, "You took her to Sheila's apartment?"

"I was in a panic and it was the best place I could think of at th-"

"And you left Gina alone with her?"

"It... it's not a concern."

" ... Um, Sheila does like women too, you know. And Gina just happens to be a very attractive one, you know."

(Yes, I knew that very well)

"Mum," I said, losing patience quickly in my guilt, "I'm sorry, but you have to understand that I needed help and Sheila was the only person who could. I had to tell her what was going on just so she'd let me leave her there while I went to find you, but on the condition that, when I get caught and this little scheme all comes to light, she had no part in it. Like you, she doesn't want to be implicated in any way, and she wanted my promise that I'd make that clear to you before she'd even let you in."

"She did, did she?"

I wasn't sure of how to read her expression, so I started towards the main staircase, relieved to see her follow as I explained further.

"I'm sorry, I know you're probably thinking that I've somehow engineered this so that you and Sheila would be together or something, but I really didn't. This is just the inconvenient way that things worked out, and please don't think this wouldn't have been a lot easier for me if I'd been able to just spell Gina and get her out. I didn't want to involve anyone; I just wanted it to happen like an accident."

Walking at my side, she nodded at this with obvious understanding, but said, "You know, it's not going to be easy for me to do this. I'm going to her apartment, her turf."

Yet, she'd do it. She'd agreed to come to observe and hadn't withdrawn that once she'd found out where, the fact that she was still walking with me saying much to this as well.

"I know, but Sheila's not too crazy about it either. She's nervous as hell."

"Good," she toned a bit childishly.

You may find this a bit hard to believe, but I was so caught up in what had to be done with Gina that I didn't give much thought to Mum's relatively easy agreement until I was in the act of ringing Sheila's bell, so to speak. Mum and Sheila were about to be in the same room together. I'd be refereeing while Gina got to watch and I wondered why I wasn't good and drunk so I wouldn't be the one to have to deal with this.

As expected, Sheila opened her door to us. She'd redone her hair and makeup and changed into a flared and pleated, dark blue skirt that went half way to her knees. Her sleeveless blouse was as white and crisp as her stockings and the demure smile she offered my mother. She looked like the schoolgirl who'd grown into the cute librarian and I didn't dare turn to see Mum's reaction to this delectable sight. As remarkable as her appearance was, it was somewhat the norm for her to come off this way.

She quietly invited us in, then led my aloof mother through the foyer and into her living room while I closed the door before following. They came to a stop before the couch, each glancing at the other with careful expressions while I approached.

Gina, meanwhile, sat in an armchair with a spaced out smile. Sheila had dressed her in a pink skirt that was so short I could see the V of her white panties between the tops of her thighs, even though she held her knees together. The blouse Sheila had promised looked like a thin, satiny pajama top, black, short sleeved and only long enough to cover her breasts. She looked up at Mum, recognition turning to affection that came through in her tone when she disturbed the moment between Mum and Sheila.

"Oh, hi Kathleen. I'm a slut. Heh."

Mum spent the briefest instant at a loss for words before clearly telling her, "No you're not, Gina. You're just horny."

Gina smiled, licked her lips and giggled with a naughty expression, then reached out and placed her hand on Mum's crotch and squeezed a little. Mum was surprised at this, to say the least, and both Sheila and I watched as she flushed a little, obviously enjoying it as she could only stare for about two seconds, glancing between Gina's legs before finally stepping back and out of her reach.

"Uh, sweetie pie, why don't you just get to it?" she asked me, tearing her eyes away.

"I'm sooo haaawny!" Gina exclaimed, mocking the heavy Asian accent again, looking straight at Mum and adding, "I sucka yo pussy all niiight!"

Now she was laughing outright and Mum was getting a much better idea of what I was dealing with. She paused in the act of seating herself at the couch, visually inspecting Gina with some concern while Sheila watched her proficient little sister appraise the situation.

Doing as Mum had suggested, I dragged the coffee table closer to Gina's position and took a seat on one end, both of us now facing one another as her laughter died off. She looked at me with jovial curiosity as I got started.

"(Ahem) Gina, look at me."

"I yam," she told me, then started laughing again.

I could only wait for her to stop, regrettably looking between her now slightly parted thighs while I did. I was half hard again by the time she stopped laughing, wondering if I could get the threesome that Sheila and I'd had with her out of her mind before she could mention anything about it in front of Mum.

This time, I leaned forward and took her hand, not quickly, but not slowly either, rather just the right speed that would naturally put her eyes on mine to see what was up, and it worked. A few seconds later, I was in, still holding her hand and leaning forward.

"Gina, you trust me."

"I... well, yeah."

"You trust me implicitly."

"Yeah."

"You would ne-"

"Heh heh."

" ... You would never doubt anything I tell you, or hesitate to act in any way I instruct because of your complete trust in me."

"That's right. Can you fuck me again?"

It was a simple, honest request and I'm sure the only reason she began laughing was because of my stunned reaction. I only closed my eyes and waited for her to stop, listening to Mum quietly clear her throat behind me, shifting position on the couch while I felt my face turning red. After she'd mostly wound down, I tried again.

"Gina... do you remember what happened last night?"

" ... No. Not after me and Kitten got to the library. Why? Was I a bad girl?"

"No, you just got a little drunk and passed out. You don't remember anything from then until now."

" ... You're right, I... love this outfit," she finished, suddenly looking down at herself in surprise. "I didn't even know I had these clothes. Kathleen, do you like my outfit?"

I turned to look at Mum, her expression still one of curiosity as she replied, "Yes, hon, it's very nice on you."

"Isn't Sheila just so gorgeous?"

" ... Yes," Mum replied again, not even glancing at her older sister standing in her peripheral. "She's very attractive."

"Kathleen, I think we should all lick your pussy," Gina stated.

The young, black haired woman giggled as Mum cleared her throat again, this time not as quietly, but more uncomfortably. Sheila looked away, trying to hide a laugh. In retrospect, I'd guess a lot of that was nervous laughter brought on by Mum's proximity, but I found it irritating just the same while Gina reminded me once again of how she could make me hollah faw two dollah. After that she started whooping, laughing and cheering herself as she had been.

"Steven..."

It was Mum's low tone, sneaking in under Gina's one woman party. I turned to see her rising from the couch, bright hazel eyes on Sheila while she spoke to me.

"Please entertain Gina while Sheila and I have a quick word?"

This brought Sheila's mostly hidden laughter to a halt, replaced by a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as she looked to her little sister.

"Sheila," Mum toned with expectant authority before turning her back and starting for the foyer.

"Yes, Kathy," Sheila managed, following along.

It was interesting, the relationship these two had. As I watched them move away, I was actually distracted by it, by Mum's apparent position with Sheila and how she could and would still use it, how Sheila still bowed to it, even when they weren't getting along.

"Hollah, hollah, hollah! Just two fuckin' dollah!"

Gina broke into fresh gales of laughter, taking my thoughts from the misery sisters and returning them to her. I was actually getting worried because she should have come down by now and the expression on Mum's face wasn't very encouraging either. Sheila told me that she was going to get some food into her before I left to go get Mum, and that was a while before, so why wasn't she sobering up, or at least passing out? Her ongoing, nearly maniacal laughter was like that of a crazy person, and it worried me.

Glancing around behind me, I saw Mum and Sheila speaking in the foyer. I couldn't hear a thing over Gina's antics, but Mum was speaking down to her, as though laying down the law while Sheila looked mostly at the floor, looking up into Mum's face and nodding with docility every now and then. Like Sheila, I was startled when Mum suddenly grabbed her by the upper arm, giving it a sharp tug upwards like she used to do to me when I was that size and acting up. Her face had become almost threatening and Sheila now kept her eyes on it, still nodding and accepting this treatment along with whatever it was Mum was telling her.

I was distracted by Gina's hand at my crotch. I must have jumped a foot, even startling her for a second.

"Gina, stop it," I gently told her, trying to be just as gentle in removing her hand from my stiffened member.

"Aw, c'mon, sailor. Let's fuck. It won't really cost you two dollars. Haaa!"

"No, I'm just sup- Uhh-h, Gi- Gina!"

"Get it out."

"No, I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you, and-"

"Show it to your mother."

"What? No, I- no, stop, that feels good-"

This time I interrupted myself. I had every right to feel stupid as she laughed her face off, this time at my inane statement. Mostly giving up and letting her grip my meat through my pants was a mistake. She only took advantage and had my pants opened up before I could get on her again, the renewed struggle now for my pants until she suddenly stopped, hand down inside them and looking over my shoulder with a frozen smile.

It was Sheila. She stood to my left and slightly behind me. Her expression seemed to be in conflict with itself, much like someone who'd been put under the Jedi spell, but her eyes were clear when she spoke in a trembling, slightly higher tone than usual.

"Um, your mother would like to talk to you?"

Even Gina was alerted to it, her smile still frozen, but trained on my aunt, allowing me to slip away from her previously insistent grasp. Standing, I shot a look at my other mother waiting in the foyer while I tucked my erection in and refastened my pants. Even from there, I could see the darkness living in her eyes, however, her expression was positive in a satisfied sense.

"Okay, I think I know what's going on here," she started once I joined her in the foyer. "Obviously, drunk people don't have the focus that sober people do, so holding their attention even while you have their eyes is sometimes a chore. I've come across that before and it's pretty normal, but that's not the only thing that's wrong here."

She paused to glance out the doorway as Sheila was trying to convince her cackling house guest to stay seated before going on.

"See, you have to figure on the personality, sweetie pie. This is not Gina. Yes, the real Gina is horny and she's got her little kinks, but nothing like this. Even drunk, she wouldn't be acting this way. Kitten's probably left her with instructions to be that kind of a person and, besides the booze, that's why you can't get her to act normally.

"Uhhh... Okay, so what do we do?" I asked.

"What you need to do is to isolate that. Get her to remember the person she was and really is, then bring that back, but you have to also tell her to disregard any instructions she's received to the contrary. When you do this, make sure you have good and total eye contact. Luckily, you're only resetting her natural mindset, but still, paving over a previous instruction with another is never as simple as creating a new one where none existed before. Know what I mean?"

"Yes, I think so. You don't think she's permanently damaged like 'Sir'?"

"No. I doubt it. Joe Blanchard is permanently damaged, and you remember him, right? Remember how I left him?"

"Uh, yes."

"Far and away different from what we've got here. She's definitely been run around the track a few times, but- Oh my, look at this."

Gina, still seated in front of my standing aunt, had somehow gotten her hands up Sheila's skirt and it appeared that the two of them were having a tug-o-war with the little blonde's panties. Sheila's face looked desperate, like she had something to lose and it didn't occur to me as to why that should seem odd until they were fighting for the little cotton undies at her knees.

"Uh, why is Sheila struggling? That's not like her."

"I told her to behave herself."

I looked around at Mum and saw the affection in her eyes that stood against a slight smirk on her full lips as she watched Sheila trying to deal with Gina.

"What do you mean?"

"You might say she's on probation with me. Sweetie pie, you have to understand that Sheila and I are... Sheila and I. Do you understand?"

"Not really," I admitted, watching as Gina suddenly grabbed Sheila's skirt and heisted it for a giggling look, making my dick twitch at the sight of white garter straps running up Sheila's bare thighs.

"Where Sheila and I are concerned, I'm the one who's ultimately in charge. That's the way it was and that's the way it still is."

"Okay," I pretty much had to accept.

"Don't worry, Steven."

"I'm not, I just..."

"You were worried about your new friend," she said.

Outside the foyer, my new friend finally gave up her panties in order to get away from cackling and whooping Gina, who shortly after began braying that she had the 'legendary Sheila's' panties and would soon fly them from the top of Langley City Hall. Inside the foyer, my lack of reply was reply enough.

"I know you're worried, but please just understand that this is the way it always was with Sheila and I, long before you were born."

As she spoke, the meaning behind her words took form from the various bits and pieces that Mum and Sheila herself had said. Sheila had admitted to Mum being like her mother and Mum had once said something about when Sheila would step aside to her intellect. Sheila was brash, flashy and impulsive, ever youthful while Mum was cautious, patient and precise authority.

To Sheila, Mum's was the voice of order, in fact, probably the only person she'd ever listened to. Her adoration of Mum was apparent, but what was Sheila's part in that duo? She benefitted from Mum's order, but how did Mum benefit from her? Was it just that Sheila would have it? Mum definitely had her domineering side, and it wouldn't be easy for someone like her to find another who would not only tolerate it, but fit into it. Maybe that alone was what Sheila gave back.

In any case, I wasn't complaining. It looked as though Mum was actually willing to give Sheila a chance, and that would make things a lot easier for me.

"Alright, I understand," I assured, "but we should probably get back in there."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"I think so, yeah," I replied as Sheila did her best to keep Gina in her seat from just beyond grabbing distance.

"Um, what did Gina mean when she asked you to fuck her again?" Mum asked.

(Oh, crap)

"Yeah..." I sighed. "That was, uhh... Well, before you got here, Sheila and I... I mean, one thing led to another and (ahem) I kinda ended up fucking... Gina. Sorry."

"(Sigh) ... Hon, I know I'm not in any position to say anything, but I thought you'd be able to resist doing anything like that."

"It wasn't my fault, just look at her out there! She was all over me, then she was all over Sheila, and Sheila wasn't exactly playing hard to get like she is now!"

"Oh, god... Okay, as I say, we both know I have no right to say anything, so let's just forget it... How are you going to convince her to leave?"

I'd been thinking about that, but declined answer in favour of simply rolling my eyes at the situation as I slipped past her and out into the living room. I wasn't sure what she'd think of my solution to the problem.

 

Kitten

If Stevie ever did return to the bar that evening, I wasn't there to meet him. I left soon after my little soak in the pool, wearing only Sheldon's shirt, thinking of how I was definitely going back there again as I ambled drunkenly down the corridors, my head full of thoughts from the pool. Once I'd returned to my empty apartment, the same followed in the shower, then while I dressed myself in the white baseball pants- sans panties- from Auntie Ashleigh's guest room closet. With no bra underneath, I chose a short, light blue, cotton polo top to finish my outfit because I knew my nipples would be all poky outy in it.




Sera Ch. 19



By this time, my thoughts were mainly centered on Gina. On the one hand, I was bothered with her around, with always having to account to her for my whereabouts and actions. On the other hand, since I'd adjusted her mindset to be more realistic for who and what I was, that wasn't such an issue and she was a lot more fun to be with.

The real question was in what I was going to do. Where was I going to end up? A life there at the estate was looking more and more attractive, Stevie's presence making it look like an eventuality whether I wanted to face up to that or not, but what about Gina, Daddy and Peggy?

I sighed heavily, dropping ice into my potent mix of vodka and lemonade before walking out to the balcony. I didn't sit, rather stood at the railing, looking at the lights of the other estates and remembering once again the events at the hotel. I grinned, thinking of how I normally would never have allowed something like that, thinking again of how freaked out I'd be if I ever sobered up. Jeez, it was all so crazy.

I had to find myself and my place in life, my new and real life, and the only thing I knew for sure at that moment was that two weeks at the estate wouldn't be enough time to do that. My life in Langley was a lump of clay, waiting for me and my hands to mould it to whatever way it would suit me once I had the time. I'd miss Daddy terribly in the meantime but this, I felt, was the correct path, the only thing left to deal with on that being Gina. Of course, back to Gina.

But she was just one of the three real issues at hand. Another was Stevie, and it was time I got over my guilt, time to make our relationship real by stepping over that personal line and fucking him. The news that he and his mummy had done filthy and wrong things with one another was a great load off my mind, considering my relationship with Daddy, and my confessions to Auntie Kathleen about he and I helped me to relax a little more. As I'd noted while floating in the pool, I really had nothing to hide at the estate.

Sheila was yet another matter, and I had no idea how that situation was going to progress. I thought of another meeting with her, about how I'd behave and what I'd say on my next opportunity. I wondered if I should set something up, or seek her out. Maybe go to her door? Should I, on the other hand, just wait until a time naturally presented itself, or orchestrate one to make it seem that way?

I found wry humour in this line of thought as I watched a pair of quiet headlights flash through the trees on their way down the country lane to the gatehouse. The source of this humour was in how I used to wonder about her, how I'd imagine myself sitting down to speak with her about things. In these fantasies, we always sat across from one another at some table, my questions always posed calmly, her answers always honest and just as calm but, in reality, the one conversation we'd had went far differently.

But, there was always something about her, not just in the pictures, but even in the stories of her exploits that demanded that type of curiosity, not only of her, but of myself. While reviling her like everyone else whose lives had been infected by her, I also felt I could find myself in her. One thing that my fantasies about an interview with Sheila did get right was that, even after twenty years, she still looked the same as she did in the pictures. It was almost like I expected it.

Sighing, I turned and moved back into my apartment, spotting Mr. Sparkles in the middle of the living room floor. I smiled, picked up my purring little bundle of fur and held him to my chest with one hand as I carried my drink to the couch with the other. I put him down, then sat beside him for some TV. It helped to get my mind off stuff, watching my DIY shows and fantasizing about sex with Mike Holmes again.

After a time though, my thoughts inevitably returned to Gina. I'd find myself staring across the room at nothing in particular, pondering what part she could best play in my life if I had her stay. Soon, I started to get horny and I figured it was time to see what more exciting trouble I could find for her.

I'd assumed she was in her apartment and hadn't gone looking for her up until then because I wanted some time alone with my mood to think, but I wasn't very surprised to find that she wasn't there. I wondered where she'd be, smiling at what kind of trouble my beautiful Gina could be getting herself into with the mindset I'd left her in.

I didn't bother looking, instead went back to my own apartment where I turned on the TV for some news. My eyes kept watch over the ever changing, televised images that lit the otherwise darkened room while my mind worked on other things, among them, what I wanted to do next with Gina. I'd already satisfied that old fantasy of watching her getting gangbanged by five men, all of them doing what I told them, (meanwhile, I'd left her in her own mind, but co-operative) and now I had to come up with something different. Something filthier and even better.

 

Steven

It worked. From the edge of the coffee table, I peered into Gina's beautiful, green eyes and retrieved the woman I remembered meeting, if still a little drunk. They stayed trained on mine like they should while I finished up with her and I was relieved to see no outward signs of permanent damage at that point.

"Now, Gina..."

"Yes?" she dull wittedly asked.

"Do you see how you do whatever I tell you when we look each other in the eyes?"

" ... Yes."

"If you search your memory, you'll find that's been happening with all of us Burchells, and especially Kitten," I told her, adding, "You don't remember what things we've made you do, but you know we've all done it to you. Don't you?"

"Steven," my mother began in a cautionary tone from behind me, "That's not-"

"Don't you, Gina?" I asked, interrupting Mum with a stop gesture from my hand to the rear.

"Yes... you have been... all of you have been..."

"It's not a very good thing, is it, Gina?"

" ... No..." She replied, quickly becoming frightened.

"Lemme tell you something, Gina. You don't want to remember all the things we've had you do. Do you remember our conversation about swimming with sharks?"

"Y-yes."

"Remember how we talked about inconvenient truths?"

"Your Pastor friend," she clarified in a slightly high, obviously disturbed tone.

"Yes, my Pastor friend. You see what I was talking about now, don't you?"

"Yeees?"

"This is not a good place for you, Gina."

"No," she agreed, shaking her head and moving back in her chair in a less than subtle attempt to distance herself from me.

"But, the Pastor will be alright, and so will you be."

"Yes..." she replied doubtfully, her eyes now regrettably wide and frightened.

"Gina... you will be alright."

"I will be alright," she backed up, her fear leveling off.

"But you need to leave here for your own good."

"I need to leave here for my own good."

"You will never return here."

"I will never return here," she agreed, actually more convincing than I was.

"Kitten loves you, and it's okay for you to love her, but you have to let her go now."

Regrettably, her eyes filled and released a stream of tears down each of her cheeks, but she nodded, saying, "Yes. She's done things to me... I don't know what, but I know..."

"Gina, you'll never tell anyone about your time here. You'll never divulge any information about us to your family, friends, or anyone else you know. I know you still love Kitten and that you'd never do anything to purposefully hurt her, but she would be very... displeased... should she ever find out you've betrayed her."

"Oh my god... I'll never say anything to anybody, I swear. Please tell her? I'll be alright and I'll never tell anybody anything I ever saw here, please just leave me alone?"

She was becoming more agitated and, behind me, Mum cleared her throat in such a way as I could feel her great concern over what I was doing, but she didn't stop me.

"We'll tell her, and she'll believe us because she knows how much you love her."

"Yes, yes," the poor thing frightfully agreed.

"You'd never want anything to happen to her."

"No," she sobbed a little as more tears shed from her eyes, "I love her so much, I only wanted to be with her. I'd never hurt her!"

"And, since hurting us would lead to that, you'd never want to hurt Ashleigh, Sheila, Mum or me either. Would you?"

"Never," she stated, shaking her head.

"When you go, don't say goodbye to Kitten. Just grab your things and leave. Tell nobody, especially not Kitten and Ashleigh."

"I- I'm gonna just grab my things and leave."

"And, Gina?"

"Yes?"

"If you do see Kitten before you leave... don't look into her eyes, or you'll never escape this place."

"Oh, Heavenly Father, pl- please help me..."

For safe keeping, I left her open, telling her to go into Sheila's bedroom and get some sleep so she'd be sober and in her right mind when she left. I took the chair she'd vacated while Sheila tucked her in, avoiding Mum's incredulous expression while again wishing I had a stiff drink. My hands were actually shaking and I could understand her expression, but I had my reasons for what I'd done. I was surprised that she'd wait until Sheila returned before getting into it with me, but I suppose she was second guessing her natural reactions since our new understanding.

"Sheila, get us drinks?" she told more than asked when her sister approached after quietly closing her bedroom door.

Sheila, without an ounce of resentfulness, went to see to this immediately while Mum, still staring hard at me, finally addressed her concerns.

"Son, if she wasn't still here, I'd be very alarmed right now. In fact, I'd probably be on the highway, chasing her down to undo what you've done here before it can bring the whole flippin' family down. If she weren't still here, and this wasn't still so easily reversible, I'd be tripping right now!"

"Mum, she's not going to tell anyone; she's got religion."

" ... I hope that's not some sick play on words. Gina is a nice person and, yes, I accidently took advantage, but I wanted her out of here before she could get really hurt, or become a liability to us. I don't care if she's instructed not to tell, I wouldn't care if you told her to take a vow of silence, letting her go with the knowledge you're letting her go with is unacceptable. Not just in principal, but because you're taking it upon yourself to make that decision for all of us and that's wrong!"

She had a point, I had to admit.

"Uh, Kathy has a point, you have to admit."

Rolling my eyes, I knew as well as Mum did that Sheila was sincere and didn't just say it to gain favour with her dominant sister. I took the drink she handed out anyway, as Mum did, neither one of us thanking her for our own reasons, but Sheila again took no offense at this. Instead, she carefully sat on the couch with Mum, a half fretful eye in her direction while she hesitantly took her turn to address me.

"I mean, I may not have this Jedi spell, but it seems to me that all you had to do was tell her... uhh..."

I looked at her expectantly, catching myself raising a brow like she, my mother and Ashleigh often did as I waited to hear what I should have done.

"You could have told her," Mum volunteered, "that she had to go back home to her newborn and that Kitten had to stay here to get to know her family better. You could have told her that and made her believe it. She might even have convinced Kitten herself."

Still with that brow raised in expectation, I shifted my eyes to the taller, more voluptuous blonde and asked, "Really?"

"Yes, 'really'," Mum shot back, becoming quite irritated now, new understanding or no.

"And how long will that keep her off us?" How long would it be before she wants to visit, believing there's nothing wrong here at Ashleigh World besides a slightly eccentric family? Even worse, how long will it be before Kitten decides to go back home to make a royal mess back there? If you're avoiding the facts, allow me to get them right in your face, Mum. Yes, Gina is a nice person and, out of all of us, Kitten is the one she has the most to fear from. She's the one we're really getting Gina away from because, despite what we did, she's the one who's really been using her, the one who's really been fucking her head up."

"Language!"

"My point is that Kitten obviously thinks nothing of how she treats Gina, no matter their history or how they may feel about each other, and just getting Gina away from here and from Kitten is not enough. We have to insulate Gina and those back in Langley from Kitten, not just so Kitten can never darken their doorway, not just for their own good, but for Kittens and our own good as well. ... I love her, but... she's a loose cannon and I think it's time both you and Ashleigh took a closer look at what's happening in that corner of the family."

They were both silent, Mum still staring at me as though processing my words until Sheila asked, "But how is it that Gina has to go away knowing about... what we are?" I mean, I understand what you're saying, but your mother's right; that's an unacceptable and unwise way of accomplishing things, considering that she'll believe anything you tell her."

"Yes it is," I agreed after taking a thankful gulp of my putrid drink, "but fear is a great motivator and... the people who have found out about us all came to fear us. Even Roxy."

I looked directly at Mum when I dropped that name. She was still staring, weighing my words while I put it to her the way it really was.

"She knew about us by the end, and she did fear us. It didn't matter that she loved us and it didn't matter that she knew we loved her, she took the first opportunity to get away from us. We helped her and she still feared and fled us, but she'll never tell, partly because of her love for us and partly because of her fear of us. Gina will be the same way."

"You're comparing two very different situations," Mum countered, but I could see her starting to come around.

"Not really. From Roxy's perspective, who would believe her if she did blow the whistle? What would she even have to gain by doing that anyway, other than becoming your enemy? That wouldn't be good, would it?"

I asked that last question with a knowing smile that she didn't much like, but tolerated as I went on.

"It'll be the same for Gina. In fact, it'll work better because she's had a taste of abuse that Roxy never had. Right now, she knows firsthand how dangerous Kitten is and, if Gina's love for her doesn't breed enough loyalty to keep her mouth shut, her fear of someone who's capable of and proven willing to literally run her mind will. The only people who would ever believe her are us, the very people who would do god knows what to make sure she never opened her mouth again, should we ever get wind of it. Her and her loved ones back in Langley... She has a lot more to protect from us than just herself, and Gina's definitely bright enough to figure that out all on her own."

Sheila took a deep breath, looking at the carpet in front of her feet while she considered these things over a slow, heavy sigh. It was so weird to see them sitting together and I wondered what Mum's treatment of Sheila would be if she wasn't currently focused entirely on me and the situation at hand.

"The final reason I chose to handle it this way," I rounded up, "is because Gina and Kitten do love each other. Gina deserves... she deserves to know why she's losing Kitten."

"You can't be serious," Sheila almost hissed.

"Perfectly serious," I replied, taking another sip of my drink before addressing Mum. "So, those are my reasons. Obviously, you can veto the whole thing, but you left it for me to handle, and this is how I chose to handle it."

"Wait a minute," Sheila broke in, "I know what you said about Ashleigh not caring about Gina, but maybe this situation has come to the point where she should have a say."

"No," Mum answered, "It's true that she should rightfully have a say, but it won't be the right say. The three of us making the decision for the family is going to have to be good enough for her."

"She won't like it," Sheila fretted.

"Ashleigh's got her secrets and we got ours," I judged. "And now Gina's got hers too."

 

Kitten

I woke up on the couch with the dim light of dawn around the drawn curtains, knowing it was my apartment door that awoke me before my eyes were even completely open. It was Gina, standing in my foyer in the frozen stance of a thief caught red handed.

I was surprised to see her in a pair of black jeans. I'd seen them before; they were designer hip huggers and looked incredibly good on her slimmer frame, but she rarely wore them and the fact that she'd even brought them was surprising enough in itself.

"Good morning," I hailed with a smile, my horny now also waking up to her.

That's when I saw something was off, the sudden, forced smile added to her still frozen posture. Her reply was every bit as forced as her smile and she looked like the proverbial deer in my headlights.

"Good morning. I... was looking for something."

"What are you looking for?"

"Uh... my gold blouse..."

Now she was moving, albeit stiffly, into the living room, avoiding my face and looking around. She was nervous, her movements almost jerky, demeanor fluttering with anxiety as she crossed in front of me on her way to my bedroom.

"Gina, stop."

She slowed, her head jerking to the side to almost look at me for the first time since she'd entered, but she kept going. It was almost as though she only slowed out of habit, then reminded herself that she mustn't do that, but stay the course before resuming her single minded drive to my bedroom with a quick verbal brush off.

"Just a sec, I gotta... just a sec..."

She'd completely ignored my order, and there was only one way she could do that. Gina had somehow slipped her leash. Behind her, I was already on my feet and following her into my room by the time she got through the doorway, wondering how this could have happened. According to Stevie, his mummy spelled two women and the effect was still just as strong a week later, so it couldn't have worn off. Had I done something wrong?"

I came to stand in the doorway just in time to see her snatch her car keys from the top of my nightstand, calling uncertainly back to the living room, "It's not here, either, it must b-Oh!"

She'd turned and seen me in the doorway, receiving quite a start, now almost cringing with her forearms crossed in front of her chest as though to protect herself, clutching her keys and staring at me with fear before she suddenly averted her eyes. She didn't say anything and I watched this fear have its way with her, seeing how trapped she felt with me in the doorway, but lacking the will or courage to remove me.

"Going somewhere?" I calmly asked.

She swallowed desperately and I could see her eyes welling up as she stuttered, "I- I've been wondering where they were and-"

"You seem upset."

"No, I- I just- I..."

"Gina, sit down."

" ... K-kat... I just wanna go to- to my apartment and lay down cause I-"

"Look at me."

From my feet, she raised her eyes as far as my neck. Her fear was escalating and I could see her body vibrating with adrenaline. She wouldn't look at my face and this meant that she'd not only slipped her leash, but had also somehow figured out how I put it on. Needless to say, this presented me with a problem, one I had to solve while I had her attention and, most importantly, while she was still on the estate.

I allowed myself to slowly relax, taking a deep breath and sighing it out with a palsy walsy smile for her, saying, "You're upset. Why don't we just talk about this?"




Sera Ch. 19



"I- No, I'm not upset, I just wanna go ba- back to my apartment and lay down."

"Gina, it's okay to tell me the truth. Please calm down and let's talk about this like sisters. C'mon, look at me, sweetie pie."

She visibly shuddered, proclaiming in a voice that dared courage over fear, "No!"

" ... I beg your pardon?" I asked, my palsy walsy smile still intact.

After a pause, she explained to my neck in the same tone, "No. I'm going home."

" ... Gina, I know you're probably confused right now, I know you probably have a lot of questions, and you're no doubt feeling a little guilty about some of the things you've done, but you and I love each other and you can't just up and-"

"No! It's more than that and you know it."

"Would you please calm down?" I almost begged, still smiling reassuringly, calmly from the doorway as her agitation mounted. "Yes, there's been some stuff going on, but it's not what you think and, once you give me an opportunity to explain, you'll see that none of it is my fault and it's not even what you think it is, anyway."

"Kat, please get out of my way."

"Out of your way? Seems it wasn't too long ago that you were worried that you were in my way. I tried to tell you that you weren't, that I love you and that you could never be in my way, but now I'm in yours."

"I mean out of the doorway," she clarified, taking a few steps closer, tears now running down her cheeks, still with her forearms held protectively against her chest as she spoke to my neck. "I- please just let me go home to my baby? I won't ever tell anyone..."

"Sweetie pie, just relax. Let's sit dow-"

"Don't call me that!" she almost shrilled. "Don't call me that name! I don't know what in hell you and your accursed, godless fucking family has done to me, but I know you've made me do things! I know! I'm going home, Kat!"

During this outburst, she'd been slowly moving ever closer to me and I could see that her fear was driving enough desperation to try going through me if she had to. My palsy walsy smile obviously wasn't up to the task, so I just shook my head, looking disappointed and hurt, moving out of the doorway, but out into the living room and still between her and my foyer.

She moved quickly out of the confines of my bedroom, giving me a wide berth, and it was only then that I really started to become upset, only then that the weight of Gina's new fear of me really settled beside my true love for her. If I didn't do something soon, I'd lose her. I couldn't have that.

"Gina, please just listen! I know I fucked up a little, but it was a mistake! It wasn't my fault, just give me a chance to talk before you judge me like- Gina!!"

She was on her way to the door despite my words, each step quicker than the last. She stopped at her name, but I knew this was my last chance before things would have to get ugly.

"I love you! You know it as well as I know that you love me! You just can't turn that stuff off, no matter what!"

Slowly, she turned back to face me. I allowed a pause while she looked at my neck before speaking in a high, wavery voice that took the rug out from underneath me.

"I know you love me. ... I love you, too, and I always will, but... Oh god, I wish we never came here!"

"Smutty, I-"

"No! No, I'm leaving. I'm leaving and... Kat, you can't come home."

" ... What?" I asked, not sure I heard that right.

"Y-you can't come back home. Ever. You should stay here, but please don't ever come back home."

" ... What!?"

This is where she broke down, sobbing at me while my affront at her grew. She continued on, her voice higher, tone more fearful and accusing, yet so full of sorrow it hollowed a space behind my sternum.

"I don't know what you are, and I don't know what happened... I-I can't remember things, but I know what you did! I know you love me, but I know what you did! (sob!) ... You can't ever come back. No more than Sheila ever could, and even more so. I always knew there was something off about you, baby, (sniff!) and I came to know where it came from, but I saw it as I chose to, like I always have with you, but I never-"

"What the fuck do you mean, I can't go home!?" I demanded. That's my home! Mine! If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be there! You wouldn't have Daddy, you wouldn't have Peggy, you wouldn't have Parker! You'd still be stripping! You don't tell me I can't go back home!"

"Kat, you know why!" she plead in a near scream, inching a little closer to the foyer, "It's because of Mum and Dad and Parker! You did something to me and you'll do something to them, because you don't care! These... people, have twisted you!"

"These 'people', are my family! Like the one you're trying to steal from me!"

"No, it's not like that! Why can't you see!?"

"What am I not seeing this time? What is it you 're trying to protect me from now!?" I shouted, approaching a state of rage as I took a few steps towards her.

"(Sob!) I'm not protecting you anymore, Kat! I'm protecting Mum and Dad and Parker from you! You're the monster! Never come back, Kat! I love you, and I'll tell Mum and Dad something they'll believe! They'll never know, but don't you ever come back!"

I stared at her, aghast at what she'd said and knowing she actually meant it all. I couldn't say anything as that hollow spot just behind my sternum seemed to inflate in size. I was losing my Gina. She stood there, still looking at my neck, and then she was gone, through my foyer and out into the corridor along with the fear and loathing she showed in her expression, along with my love for her and Daddy, Peggy and everything I ever knew. My stomach churned and I thought I was going to throw up for a few seconds before I totally lost it.

"GI-NAAAAA!" I screamed, at a run by the time I got to the corridor.

There she was, walking quickly down the corridor with her pea green, hard shell suitcase. She looked back, saw me, then began running, a small, frightened sound escaping her throat as I gave furious chase, screaming her name again just before bodily tackling her. The suitcase flew from her grip, its latches popping when it hit the floor to belch her stuff as she went down underneath me.

 

Steven

Looking back, I can see the events of that early morning as a defining moment in my life with Mum's other son. When I say that, I don't mean what happened in the corridor in and of itself, but the surrounding context as well.

At the time, I was in my apartment, standing at my kitchenette with my foyer door open as usual, thinking of how me, Mum and Sheila had used Gina before I'd closed her up for good. It wasn't anything big, but we sort of couldn't help ourselves. Besides, it was fun to watch both Mum and Sheila with their hands down Gina's panties at the same time, and it seemed to bring the two sisters a little closer as Gina sat with her thighs spread wide, orgasming for their entertainment while I played with her tits and nipples. Of course, Gina allowed this because I'd told her on Mum's request to 'go with the flow' for a little while.

Afterwards, after Gina had left, Mum and I left together, Mum being somewhat cordial with her sister by then while Sheila encouraged her to come back any time she wanted. I'd asked Mum if she was going to before I kissed her and left her at her door, but she didn't answer.

The sudden screams from out in the hallway jerked me from my recall, prompting me to rush to the door to see what the hell, and that's when I was presented with a Kitten I never would have expected. The event itself stands out for the shocking memory of Kitten holding Gina down, franticly beating at the screaming, crying woman with her fists while Gina begged in wildly panicked, unintelligible words. Kitten may not have heard a thing amidst her own spitting, violent frenzy.

I was shocked by her animalistic behaviour, even as I was pulling her off her friend, surprised at her strength and energy as she started viciously smashing, scratching and bashing at me while screaming unintelligibly. I find it hard to do her state of mind justice in description, but let me just say that I knew from then on that Marie was alive and well, a revelation that would soon lead to a quick succession of others.

I'd no sooner shifted Kitten to perform a basic carotid restraint when I saw Mum running up with a shocked expression, demanding to know what had happened. There was no time to explain but, less than five seconds later, I'd put the Jedi Kitten out like a light and Mum was too busy trying to see to Gina to listen to a blow by blow account of what little I'd seen in any case.

Gina was crying hysterically and, instead of responding to Mum's calming sounds, grew more frightened the closer she came. In emotional pieces, the poor thing began to gather up her belongings from the floor on her hands and knees, sobbing uncontrollably. My heart broke for both she and Kitten, the look on Mum's face matching these feelings perfectly.

Heaving kitten's dead weight from the floor was easier than that of most people's for the fact that she had so much less dead weight to heave. An instant later, she was in my arms, head lolling against my chest as I started back for her room, speaking with a strained tone over my shoulder and Gina's lamentations.

"Get her outta here! Follow her down to the gatehouse and make sure she gets through and free of us!"

Kicking her door shut behind me, I proceeded right through to Kitten's bedroom, gently laying her in her unmade bed. I looked down at her, my rod getting hard as I watched her inert and most lovely form.

She was perfect. A little fuckdoll who was so horny, she didn't know what to do with herself. Back home in Vancouver, I'd have thought she was a tard, but I would have lusted after her just the same, even without that subtle, parasitic connection between us.

She wore white tights like a baseball player's and a blue shirt that was thin enough to let her stubborn buds show clearly. I took one between thumb and forefinger, gently tugging and pulling, feeling it get harder and longer like my dick was. I started playing with the other one, then pulled her shirt up to check them out, smiling at their likeness to Mum's, except Mum's were bigger and slightly elongated. Suddenly, my hand was between her legs and that's when I knew her pussy was much like Mum's as well. I squeezed it gently, rubbing while her body began squirming to this exciting violation. I boldly pulled the front of her baseball pants down in front, checking out her bare pussy and stroking her lips with my finger before playing with her clit. This seemed to be a signal for her thighs to spread, but that's when I suddenly remembered the emotional carnage out in the hall.

I removed my hand from her pants and straightened abruptly, angrily hissing, "Fuck, will you get a hold of yourself?"

She was starting to show more signs of coming around and I took a seat on the edge of the bed, pulling her shirt back down and shaking my head in disgust at my actions, but it had nothing to do with Kitten being asleep. Actually, I found that groping violation of her to be quite fun and, I knew she'd probably get off on it as well, should I have chose to tell her, but after what had just happened between she and Gina, could I not have acted with just a little more decorum?

Meanwhile, there was no sound from the corridor but, short of the kind of screaming that was just going on out there, the walls were sound proofed well enough that I couldn't be sure if Mum had gotten Gina on her way or not. I hoped so because Kitten was just then opening her eyes, still dazed for some moments before her voice could find something like a word.

"Mu-u? oomy? Uhh..."

"It's okay," I said softly, checking out those fabulous nipples again "You're in your bed and everything's alright."

" ... Sss-tevie?"

"Yes," I confirmed, brushing her hair back and out of her eyes as they began to gain focus.

"Wh...?"

"Everything's alright," I repeated, speaking in what I hoped was a comforting tone, "just lie back and-"

"Gina!"

"Gina's gone."

"Wh- What? Gone?" she almost demanded, control of her body and senses almost completely returned now as she propped herself up on her elbows. "She can't, she- she knows! About us!"

"It's alright," I repeated.

I'd stressed my placation, but it was no good. Though still a bit woozy, she was making moves to get off the bed, and I had to gently restrain her with my hands on her shoulders and a lie.

"She's gone. You've been out for almost a half hour."

"Wh...? What!?"

"I'm sorry, but you were tripping out. I thought you were gonna kill her, so I had to put you out."

" ... You what!?"

I opened my mouth to try placating her again, but got a fist to the nose before I could. With a surprised yell, I leapt from the bed, standing in the doorway with my back to her while I protectively held my throbbing nose, trying not to shout a lot of nasal curse words.

"You don't understand what you've done!" she screamed. "That was Gina! You don't understand! Oh my god, what am I gonna do now!?"

I turned, my anger melted by the panic in her tone. She was crying with this look of horrified disbelief. The poor thing was inwardly freaking and I had to say something to mollify her. I could always get her back for the punch in the face later.

Getting back on the bed with her, I ignored my smarting nose and gently lied further, "Kitten, I'm telling you its okay. She calmed down a little before she left and she asked me to tell you that she was sorry, that she loves you and that she wouldn't tell but... who'd believe her even if she did, right?"

Kitten accepted that, I could see she did, but she started to cry harder. I took her in my arms, feeling awful about what I'd done, about all my lying and where it would all lead as her crying turned to choking, broken sobs. She held on, softly pounding my back with her fists in helpless frustration and woe as my heart broke for the crazy little thing all over again.

And there was no way to avoid feeling responsible.



Sera Ch. 20



Steven

I finished my drink, probing the bottom of the glass with the straw for the last remnants, making that sound that always annoyed Mum. On that day, however, reclining side by side on our loungers down at the pool while the continuing heat wave showed us its stuff, she didn't say anything.

It was the day after our exfiltration of Gina, Kitten having spent most of this time alone, as I understood it, and we were worried and concerned over her. Though she'd never have admitted it, something else that both Mum and I worried about was what would happen once Ashleigh got wind of it all. Chances were that she'd already been told about it, if not by her staff and the gatekeeper, than quite possibly by Kitten. The only thing that implicated Mum, of course, was her following Gina out and down to the gatehouse in my car to ensure she got through and away at any cost. Presently, this was the topic of conversation between us and the thing most likely responsible for her not commenting on my annoying straw suction.

"Why don't we just tell Ash that I went to try to change her mind?" she asked.

"Because she'd never believe you'd let Gina get as far as the door if you really thought she should stay. Besides, you probably saw her through the gate, then turned around and came back, right?"

"Yes," she answered, adding, "Oh... yes, I see. The gatekeeper could report that I literally saw her through without even so much as getting out of the car to catch her there when I had the chance."

"You're sure she was still closed and put to rights when she left?" I asked.

"Yes, no question. Kitten didn't get in again."

"Okay. While keeping in mind that we haven't a clue about what those two talked about before things moved into the corridor, we have to assume that Kitten noticed Gina was put to rights again. In turn, we have to assume that she'll report this, or already has reported it, to Ashleigh and that..."

"What?" she fretted.

"Uh... we also have to assume that Kitten saw you in the corridor. If Ashleigh is led to believe Gina was allowed to leave here knowing about us, which she was..."

"Oh, no," she groaned under her breath, voicing the conclusion of our fears with, "Once Kitten tells Ash that Gina was obviously able to evade her influence, I'll have to be prepared for explaining why I'd let her go without making sure she was secure first in any case."

"Exactly. If you'd done what would have been expected of you in the corridor, there would've been no need to follow her to the gatehouse anyway."

"I have to lie and say that I did," she judged with helpless finality, even throwing her free hand into the air for a split second. "I have to say I nudged her and got rid of anything that would come back to haunt us."

"No good."

"Why not?"

"Because it still doesn't explain your following her to the gatehouse and because I told Kitten that Gina told me she'd never tell anyone about us. She wouldn't have told me that if you'd taken care of her."

"What!?"

"Mum, she'd just come back around and she was starting to trip right out. I had to tell her something."

" ... (Sigh) Great. I was supposed to be left out of this."

"I'm sorry, but you're the one who involved yourself when you came out to the corridor."

Mum heaved another, heavier sigh, chewing on the end of her straw as she appeared to study the surface of the pool water. She looked fabulous in that black bikini, the bottoms of her melons hanging out of the relatively small triangles of the top. Slutty and delicious, she'd had my dick rock hard in what she'd come to call my 'double O trunks' since we took up position there at the pool.

"Maybe..." I pondered. "Maybe you could say that you were so upset by what you saw, by Kitten's violent behaviour I mean, that you didn't even think about checking into Gina, that you only followed her to the gatehouse because you were concerned about her ability to safely operate a car in the emotional state she was in."

" ... No. It won't work, I'm going to get drawn in."

"Not necessarily."

"I wish I could share your confidence, Son," she confided.

I watched Monique emerge from the pool house with my next drink, a big smile and without a stitch of clothing. Her suit was on the deck in front of us where I'd earlier told her to leave it after Mum told her to take it off. She looked almost as good as Mum as she leaned over so we could exchange glasses and, were it not for our conversation, I'd have probably had her bouncing in my lap.

"Keep in mind," I pointed out after the lovely young French woman politely left our company, "that, officially, you have no idea what I did with Gina the night before. Officially, I did that all by myself in my apartment. You had no idea what I was up to and nobody can prove you had involvement with my interference. So, the next morning, we both heard a ruckus. I got out to the corridor first and hauled Kitten off Gina as you opened your door. I subdued Kitten, Gina told me to tell her she loves her and that she'll never tell before she left with you following her down to the gatehouse because..."

We both pondered this until Mum finally gave up with another hopeless and heavy sigh.

"You were concerned that she couldn't drive safely," I dismally repeated.

"If only you didn't tell Kitten what you did," she almost moaned. "Logically, I'd have seen to her before I'd let her leave, and I don't think Ashleigh would ever think for one second that I'd let that slip my mind for any reason, especially during all the time I had while following her through the house and down to the main flippin road."

"But if I told Kitten that Gina had been seen to before she left, there would have been no reason for her to leave and, if she did, I'd be defeating our purpose. Gina would be waiting for Kitten to return home, Kitten would have no reason not to, and all this effort to keep them safe from her would sooner than later come to naught."

"You're right, but that still doesn't solve this little dilemma," she depressingly noted.

"Just... say that she wouldn't look you in the eyes, you didn't know what to do short of forcing her, but she was already tripping out after getting beaten like that, so all you could do was helplessly follow her to the main road where she left before you could think of what to do."

"That is so lame. Nobody would ever believe that of me, hon. Furthermore, what if Ashleigh has Gina chased down and returned here?"

" ... She wouldn't do that. Would she?"

"I don't know. I wouldn't put it past her. I will say that I'm surprised she hasn't confronted us on this yet. So, while we're assuming she already knows what happened, we also pretty much have to assume that she must be up to something, if only gathering evidence that she can bring to bear."

"On me, you mean," I droned. "You can't imagine how much more positive that doesn't make me feel."

"I'm sorry, but you know that we also have to assume she knows about most everything that goes on in this house. It's not just the staff; she could have every room in this house bugged for all we know."

"Oh, god... Okay, none of this stuff really helps me unless stomach cramps are good. Just stick to what I said no matter what: You didn't know what the hell to do, so you just made sure she was okay until she was no longer our responsibility. As far as that goes, she was always telling me that Gina was none of my business, so why wouldn't that apply to you too?"

" ... Uh, that's actually pretty good. That might be what we need. But, why wouldn't I have gone to her about this sooner, if not before Gina even left?"

" ... Because you didn't think she belonged here, anyway."

"Seriously?"

"Sure. The best lies are mixed with truths, and if she doesn't like your opinion and following actions in the matter, than to hell with her. That's always been your attitude with her anyway, hasn't it?"

" ... Sweetie pie... I think we may have something here."

"Yeah... Yeah, just go along with that story. Nobody can prove any different and Sheila will back you to her dying breath. Also, once my guilt comes to light, I'll deny any suggestions that you were involved in any way. So what if you had an opinion, it doesn't prove you were complicit. All you were doing was complying with Ashleigh's non interference mandate, which I've obviously mentioned to you. You didn't have a clue about what I was up to and, while Sheila backs you up as your alibi, I'll go down maintaining that story."

"Hmm... It does seem likely that you'll go down for this sooner or later, doesn't it?"

I didn't answer, my silence doing that as well as any words might have.

"I'm sorry," she sincerely expressed.

"It's okay. You were right, it had to be done and it had to be me who did it. But you were also totally right about execution. I should have just wiped everything out of her mind like you wanted me to, but I thought I knew better. I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot, you were right."

"Mum, look what happened. How could I have been right?"

"What happened was almost inevitable, and I saw it coming when you convinced me of your strategy. Yes, it was horrible, I cried off and on all day yesterday because of it, but now Gina and her people back in Langley are safe and they'll stay that way because you were able to make a tough call and even pay the piper when all was said and done for what you believed was the right thing."

" ... You think so?" I asked doubtfully.

"Sweetie pie, I know so. As regrettably as it turned out, the easy choice is rarely the right one, and I'm actually quite proud of how you handled this mess that I never wanted to dump on you to begin with. Again, I'm sorry."

"Thanks, Mum. And it's okay, I'd have done something about it sooner or later, even if you hadn't come to me about it."

"You're welcome, and I'm sure you would have. That's why I was so confident in bringing it to you."

"Even though I involved Sheila?"

"Yes."

" ... Have you two spoken since yesterday morning?"

"We had a late supper together on the patio."

"Oh? How'd that go?"

"Alright," she replied.

"Just alright?"

"Just alright," she confirmed, her tone growing slightly aloof.

I left it alone, instead going back to the subject of my cousin with, "What did you think of Kitten's little display, anyway?"

"You still think she's crazy," Mum assumed.

"What did you think of Kitten's little display, anyway?" I asked again, this repeat of my words and the wry grin on my face saying it all.

"She's been under a lot of personal strain lately, you know. She loves you, but she has that situation at home... Well, she had that situation at home. Oh my, what a god awful mess."

"We've all been under a lot of strain lately, Mum."

"And we're all showing that strain in our own little ways. Try to be a little considerate of her position."

"I'm still having a bit of a hard time with how toxic she was for Gina's position, and I have to wonder how long it'll be before I'm victimized by-"

"Oh come off it, sweetie pie," Mum scoffed. "We all abused Gina, not just Kitten, but... that's Gina. You're not Gina and you can look out for yourself where Kitten is concerned. Moreover, you'll be looking out for her."

"I swear to god, you and Ashleigh keep making excuses for her but, if somebody doesn't sit her down for a very serious talk, we all might wanna start looking out for Kitten, and this is my point when I say-"

"That's not what I mean. I mean that you'll be taking care of her in that way. You're the one who'll be giving her most of that talk, you're the one she'll really want to please and you'll be taking care of her like that."

"What?" I laughed in a slightly higher tone than usual, fearing it was true.

"Hon... Sheila does the things she does partly because of her drive, but also partly because she has problems identifying with other people's feelings. I told Kitten this not long after we met but, since then, I've seen that Kitten is actually very much like her mother in that way. I didn't recognize it at the time but, now that her eyes have been opened, to use Ash's lingo, that trait has become a lot stronger."

"This is supposed to reassure me?" I asked before taking another sip through the straw.

"It wouldn't reassure me," she admitted, "but you need to be prepared for that with her just the same. She's capable of doing things that you may not expect, or ever see coming. She doesn't mean any harm, it's just..."

"What?"

"Well, this is what I told Kitten herself: Sheila, as she grew older, developed this way she had of casually doing things that hurt others without the slightest understanding of why they should be hurt. If the same things were done to her, we'd be planning revenge on somebody over it, but she herself, I came to see, often couldn't see things from the perspective of others. For example, she'd flirt with a group of guys right in front of her boyfriend and never understand why he'd be upset about it. I'd ask her how she'd feel if her boyfriend did that to her, and she'd tell me that she honestly couldn't say.

"At first, I had to wonder if she was a liar, then I had to wonder if she was deluded, and then I had to wonder if she was just an idiot. Eventually, I came to see that she was none of those things. She merely harboured- harbours- an almost sociopathic inability to appreciate another's feelings. Kitten is the same way, especially now, the difference being that she can nudge people and Sheila can't."

The gravity of her words, especially how her last statement applied to them, sank in like the heat of the sun overhead, the heavy pause hanging in the air between us almost palpable until she spoke again.

"The good news is that she's not evil like your grandmother. Her good intentions may sometimes take a backseat to her desires, but we're all guilty of that, and her intentions are no blacker than those of any other Burchell."

"Uh huh," I said, wondering if I'd go so far as to call this 'good news', as opposed to something like, 'not completely bad news'. "Can I have some more positivity?"

"As long as you promise not to tell anyone what I'm going to tell you next, yes you can."

"Oh? What's this?"

"You have to promise."

"Yes, yes, I promise I won't tell."

"Well... Kitten's boyfriend is actually her father."

This stunned me to quite a degree, my overloaded mind only catching up to just why that was good news seconds later while Mum tried not to laugh at my dumbstruck expression. Kitten was in no position to judge me for having sex with my own mother.

"Yeah, I know," she finally chuckled. "She told me she got all horny and then got her hands down his underwear... Um, I hope you don't mind, but I told her that you and I have done some stuff."

I choked on the mouthful of putrid alcohol, almost spewing it out over myself.

"What!?"

"I'm sorry, but telling her just seemed like the thing to do at the time. She was upset and I didn't want her thinking I thought any less of her."

"You told her!?"

"Baby, it's alright. That's good news for her in the same way her relationship with her father is good news for you."

"Oh my god!"

"Okay, I understand how you'd be upset, but I didn't tell her much and I spun it so that it looked like we had no choice."

"Oh, well that makes it all better," I groaned.

"But try to look at the big picture, sweetie pie. Now we can be more comfortable together around her, and we can have the dirtiest little threesomes and- hey, where are you going?"

I was only going as far as the pool, throwing myself in to swim the length, then return just to get away from the sound of her voice for a few minutes. It worked, my senses somewhat stabilized over the issue by the time I pulled myself out of the water to sit on the edge, legs still in with my back to her.

"Ashleigh roped me in almost as soon as I got here," I admitted.

I have no idea why I said this; I certainly hadn't planned on it, rather just let it spill from my mouth like I was finally vomiting up something that had been making me sick for a long time.

"I don't mean sexually, although she sure used that angle to varying degrees of success, but I mean she had me... doing her bidding, I guess you'd say."

"And what did her biding entail?" Mum asked without a trace of animosity, or even surprise.

" ... Mostly, she was concerned about bringing Kitten up to speed and made me see to it."

"I'm the only person who makes you do anything."

"That's how she was able to do it to me," I explained, my wry smile reappearing as I heard her rise from her lounger. "I've been so concerned and worried about you since this whole mess began, and finally there's Ashleigh, someone with some answers, someone who seems to be an authority, or is at least passing herself off as one, and she was all I could have hoped for."

"That stupid promise," Mum sighed as she sat beside me, her legs dangling in the water too.

"It wasn't a stupid promise. It was one you had me make and I took it seriously."

"I didn't have you make that promise. She did. And, had she known what was really what at that point, she wouldn't have. I keep telling you that."

"I know. I know. It's just..."

"You're trying to hang on to some remnant of the past, our life in Vancouver. You see it as normalcy and you're desperate to return to it, or some form of it that you can recognize."

"I suppose. I never thought of that, but I suppose you're right."

"And what other Icon of normalcy and security would supersede me as the embodiment of those things in your mind?"

I smiled and looked over at her without fear of looking her in the eyes. It was nice that I could do this, even nicer that she wasn't freaking out about me being in cahoots with her oldest sister.

She smiled back, hanging a hand with rings occupying every finger over my shoulder and asked, "So, what happened?"

" ... We'd just come out of Saint John. I had no idea who you were anymore, no idea who I was, and I was almost as afraid of myself as I was of you. All I could think about was all the people you've..."

"Murdered," she finished for me with a correct assumption.

"(Ahem) yeah, and... As I say, I had no idea who you were anymore and I was worried because of the way things were going. I knew I'd never handle you, and you seemed so..."

"Unstable," she finished again.

"Well, yeah. I didn't know where we'd end up, so once these invitations panned out the way they did, I had a vested interest in keeping you here for what I saw as your best interests."

"I had a feeling."

"You did?"

"Almost from the beginning, but it was in the way she obviously knew about my killing Mum that really told me."

"That information could've been passed to her by one of her investigators. If she knew where to deliver those invitations, there was a good chance she'd know about Grammie's death and our visit there that same evening."

"You're right, but... I know you. I saw the look on your face when she'd bring up Mum's death in your presence, and my intuition was singing of your involvement every time."

" ... And you didn't come to kill me?"

She laughed at this, lovingly squeezing my shoulder as she lazily kicked her legs against the water's resistance.

"Well," I explained, "anybody who knows you knows that you don't take betrayal very well."

"No, I don't, and I can see that you and Sheila really have been talking," she said with her leftover smile. "Truthfully... Let's just say that, by the time I was sure you and Ashleigh were in cahoots, I was starting to see things differently. This place has changed my mind about... things."

"Mine too," I threw in.

"The longer I'm here, the harder it is to imagine leaving," she confided. "I don't like that, but there it is, and along with that comes a certain understanding of your motives. Like Sheila and Kitten, I sometimes tend to forget that my actions can have effects on those I love. I'm only thankful that I can see it, and I'm sorry if I've been putting you through hell, baby. I don't mean to, I'm just... finding myself anew. Like Kitten is. No, I'm not mad anymore, but please try to cut Kitten and I some slack too, alright?"




Sera Ch. 20



My smile said it all, as hers did in return, and we hugged each other tight for some moments before separating, but still holding hands between our thighs as I cleared my throat and addressed her comment.

"Speaking of that..."

"Yes, baby?"

"Well, first of all, it's great to be able to talk to you like this. It's like it's been way too long on that."

"We love each other," she explained. "Now, what's on your mind?"

"Well... It's about what you said, about changing in the time we've been here and 'finding ourselves anew', as you put it."

"I thought that was very poetic," she commented.

"It was, it was pretty good," I agreed, "but it's also very appropriate. It's something I think I've been running away from."

"Come on back to the loungers and our drinks so I can have a smoke while you tell me."

"Aw Mum, cigarettes are gross."

"Leave me alone."

"You just had one," I complained.

"About a half hour ago; leave me alone and come on."

A minute later, suspiciously eying the smelly cloud of blue smoke as it wafted past me, I got into what had been on my mind, uncertainly beginning with, "All this time, I've been resisting this thing... this thing that we are. I deal with it, often debate with it, work with it and sometimes even voluntarily give it control because I just get so tired of hacking this situation... I've tried to be... above it, or what I saw as above it. I've tried to draw lines for myself from the very beginning, but kept stepping over them, one after another. Gina is a perfect example, but far from the only one."

"Steven, that's true of all of us. Kitten and I have spoken of this and... I know what you're thinking."

"Actually, Kitten really brought it home for me. I think being here, experiencing the others has had an overall affect on me and my way of seeing this as well as it has with you and the rest of us, Ashleigh included, but to see her like that, beating poor Gina... That really freaked the hell out of me, and I knew... I think I knew then and there that this is too big for me. Me," I added in emphatic clarification, "Not your other son. I can hack the real world, but I really have no business within this fractured realm. That's something I've been running from, but I don't think I can do that for much longer. I keep waiting to hear what Ashleigh has to pass along, but I'm afraid that, by the time I finally hear it, by the time I'm finally able to verify any truth in whatever it is, it'll be a moot point anyway."

"You still hold out hope in finding a way to get rid of what you call the parasite."

"Well, yeah. Ashleigh told me that isn't possible, but that only means something if it's true. Until she can prove that, getting rid of it seems to be a logical ultimate goal."

"So things can go back to normal," Mum quietly assumed before taking a drag.

"Yes, exac- Okay, you're getting at something."

"Yes I am, and you know what it is."

"Why not just leave it alone, right? Go with the flow?"

"Isn't that something you should prepare for? I mean, say Ashleigh's telling the truth and what we are can't ever go away? Or... what if you find out that she is lying, that you can get rid of it, but you're the only one of us who wants to?"

I had no spoken answer for that, but she, after a brief pause and in the same quiet tone, accurately spoke the words that were in my mind.

"You assumed that you'd force me to comply if it came down to it. You'd force me for my own good so you can have your normalcy back under the guise of keeping that promise."

" ... Well-"

"Steven, our home and our life back in Vancouver is gone, and it's never coming back. The people we were then are also gone and can never come back. Do you honestly think, even if we did put aside what makes us special and unique, that things could ever go back to that definition of 'normal' at this point?"

"(Siiigh) ... I'm sorry, Mum. I know what you mean, and I guess this is what I'm starting to see and what I'm trying to say, it's just that... part of me already believes Ashleigh, that it can't be gotten rid of, and I'm having trouble with what that'll mean."

"You're having trouble letting go of the past."

"Yeah, I guess. It's depressing."

"It's unavoidable that we have to close the various chapters of our lives, Son. I've watched many in my own life close, some good, some bad, but I've learned that the end of one chapter always means the beginning of a fresh new one, a figurative blank page of undiscovered possibility. Whatever happens from here on, wherever we are five years from now, there's nothing saying we won't be happy. Maybe happier. In fact, I remember telling you that we would be that day we went to the beach for your birthday."

This was far from the first time I'd ever been impressed with her wisdom and, like every other time, I listened attentively and respectfully, nodding in support of her recollection of that day.

"And I'll tell you something else... You see your past as 'normalcy' and call it that only because it's all you knew. You look back and see yourself as happy then because of the comparative upheaval in our lives now, but that doesn't mean you were happy. Yes, you were happy enough but, from your perspective, what are you comparing that past life to in order to label it that way? I used to nag, smack you around, treat you like my boy, you rarely had free time and your girlfriend was a useless whore that I never left you alone about. Again, I know you were happy enough then but, to make my point with this one example, you have to admit that things between us are a lot better now. We have our differences, but we can talk now, not to mention sex each other up. That's a lot better than back then, right?"

"I... You're right. It doesn't change the situation, but you're right."

"No, it doesn't change the situation, but it might help you to see it more clearly as it evolves around you."

After a long pause, during which time I thought on her words, I asked, "If it turns out Ashleigh is lying, that we can get rid of... You won't do it, will you?"

" ... Who is it that you think you're ta-? ... No, sweetie pie. You've kept that promise to the extent that you ever could have, but I'm not going anywhere. I once told you that, without me at this point in her life, your mother would be nothing. Even she- what's left of her- wouldn't be happy without me in her head. Neither would Ashleigh or Kitten, and..."

"What?" I asked after her pause made it clear that she'd changed her mind about saying whatever it was she was about to say.

"Nothing."

"Mu-um, c'mon."

"No," she adamantly decided, using her tone to tell me that was final, but also adding, "It's nothing you won't come to on your own, and it's better that you do."

"I do so love surprises."

"Don't be smart," she lightly admonished. "But seriously, between now and then, there is something you should know."

"What's that?"

"Like I've mentioned, Kitten and I have been talking about some things. Mostly, some of the things we've done and, uh, how we compare to Sheila. She's been as concerned about some of her recent behaviour as I've been about some of mine and we've come to see... Sweetie pie, I'll just come out and say it: Unless something major rears its ugly head here, this is where I belong. I don't want to do the things I'm capable of, not to myself and not to others. I don't want to run amuck like Sheila always did, and that's why this estate has been set up and run the way it has been by both your aunt Ashleigh and your great grandmother before her. So we can run safely amuck."

" ... You've decided?" I asked, quite surprised about this.

"More or less," she replied after sucking at her straw. "Like I say, unless you or I uncover something here that we really don't like but, at this point, my gut tells me Ashleigh's pretty much on the up and up. I've already told Kitten that she should stay and that I was seriously thinking about it as well."

"Wow. ... Sheila told me that she's probably gonna stay too."

She only nodded at this and a grin slowly spread across my mouth as I suddenly realized that she already knew that, this information actually another reason for her staying, though this was something else she'd probably deny.

"Did you have fun playing with Gina's pussy with her?"

" ... Yeah," she defensively admitted.

" ... I told Sheila about you and me."

It was her turn to choke on her drink. I even waited until she was about to swallow before I told her. The look on her flushed features was priceless as she was finally able to look incredulously at me.

"You what!?"

I shrugged, took a casual gulp of my drink and said, "Well, she felt so zeroed in on. Everybody knew the things she'd done and she was feeling pretty bad, so I told her about us to make her feel better about herself."

"Oh my god, you've made me look like a total hypocrite!"

"You were. Turns out Kitten was too."

I'd said it with a smile and it was probably the only thing that saved me from getting hurt just then.

"I should kill you!" she amazed.

"Ashleigh knows about us too."

I couldn't help but laugh at the blank, red faced expression that took over my astounded mother's features just then.

"Oh, sure! Laugh it up while Mummy looks and feels like a complete, hypocritical fool! They knew all along about...? Oh my god! Hon!"

"Yeah well, in my own defense, I knew Sheila wouldn't tell anybody or judge us too harshly, plus I had a good reason for telling her. But I wouldn't have actually volunteered that information to Ashleigh. She already knew."

"What do you mean, she 'knew'?"

"She could see that my eyes were turned on, as she puts it. She told me that the only way that could have happened was through sex with another Burchell and, since you're the only other Burchell I've ever known... well, the math is pretty easy from there."

" ... Drat."

"Look at the bright side, Mum."

"Oh, she expressed in a totally put on, casual demeanor of indifference, "there's a bright side to looking like a hypocritical, deviant, incestuous fool? I wouldn't have thought as much, but do tell."

"Yes, there's a bright side. Neither Ashleigh or Sheila has a problem with it. In fact, they'd like to see it. Especially Sheila."

"In Sheila's case, that doesn't come as a big surprise, but Ashleigh?"

"Well, how did Kitten take the news about us?"

"Actually, she wanted to hear more. It turned her on too, but I didn't tell her it was an ongoing thing between us, only that we were once in a bind with our superintendant and that we had to do what he told us for a while. Which is true. Isn't it?"

"Kinda."

"(Giggle!) Oh my god... I see what you're saying, that we can relax now and that it's no big deal here, but I'm just so used to the natural secrecy around us where that's concerned."

"I know what you mean. Sometimes it's embarrassing, like when Sheila wants details and stuff, but there's a certain freedom in having nothing left to lose."

"Bobby McGee knew it."

"Huh?"

"An old song," she explained, going on with, "But I imagine Kitten is having much the same thoughts about her father right now."

"I imagine so."

"Uh... While we're being so open and honest here... I'd like to know how you really feel about Kitten and I with respect to what you two share. We've really never dealt with this beyond a shaky truce, and I couldn't help noticing that things between you two aren't progressing like they should, given your feelings for one another. I'm a little concerned that I might be in the way."

"And if you were?" I asked.

"That's not fair."

"If I did feel you were in my way, it would be."

"So, you don't feel that way," she gleaned from between my lines.

" ... No, I don't think so. Not anymore."

"Sooo... what are your feelings about Kitten and I now? Be honest."

I smiled, my own face flushing just a bit as I turned away in what I hoped was a casual movement, draining my glass further before I answered a bit sheepishly.

"I'd like to watch you two. And... a threesome would be a lot of fun."

"Oooh, sweetie pie... now you're talking. (giggle)"

"Mum, you little slut."

"You only say that because you know it turns me on."

"Heh... jeez, I love you."

"I love you too, baby," she expressed with a warm, motherly smile for me. "So, we're good with Kitten?"

"Yes."

"Okay. ... Steven?"

"Yes?"

"Um... just because I'm looking so seriously at staying here, and despite everything I just said about comparing to Sheila, don't think..."

"What?" I lazily prodded.

"Well, I am who I am. You know that, and Kitten is who she is."

"Yes. What are you saying?"

"Nothing, I suppose," she sighed, fidgeting with the waistband of her bikini bottoms. "I'm going to go see her a bit later, though. I think she could probably use some cheering up, and Auntie Kathleen knows just how to do that."

"Should I be worried?" I asked, already a bit worried anyway.

" ... Naaah."

 

Kitten

Despite having just woken up that fateful morning, I cried myself to sleep in Stevie's arms after he told me Gina was gone. I suppose it was the emotional exertion.

However, he was gone when I awoke about three hours later. The clock read nine twenty-six and I could feel dried tears on my face and the empty feeling in my sternum that hadn't gone away while I'd been sobering up all that time.

The returning thought of Gina's exit from my life pushed at my attention, battering at quick defenses I'd erected as I got out of bed, pitter-pattering to my kitchenette for a tall, clean glass with a lot of vodka and a little milk with ice. Tears made it through my emotional barriers as I ran for the only hiding place I knew, swallowing a mouthful of the fiery Russian favourite despite the heavy lump in my throat.

"Oh, fuck..." I barely whispered while staring vacantly at the foyer. "Gina. You're really... gone."

I couldn't get the rest of that drink into me fast enough.

Almost two hours later, I was cleaned up and dressed in a simple pair of black jeans that were old enough to be gray with a black T-shirt in much the same condition. I bothered with no makeup, curling iron, hair band, or even a ponytail, still trying to process what had happened, the things she'd said and all the horrible ramifications, when somebody called at my door.

Numbed by a substantial amount of vodka, I felt somewhat in control again, yet that hollow sensation just behind my sternum persisted as I opened my door to Auntie Ashleigh. She stood in a translucent, silvery business suit with a red lace bra and panties, garter belt and stockings. In my vodka controlled depression, I vaguely wondered where in hell she got these outfits as she regarded me with concern.

"Kitten, I... I heard about what happened. Oh sweetie pie, are you alright?"

It was odd. On the one hand, I saw her as someone I couldn't trust, she being the one who'd 'opened my eyes' without even telling me for reasons only she knew. On the other, there was no mistaking her sincerity, her real concern over what was going on with me. I started crying again and she came right in to take me in her loving arms, holding me while I cried it out all over again.

This time, however, my sorrow included another facet. I'd been thinking since I'd been up and drinking. The more I drank, the more I thought, and the more I thought, the more I knew what decisions I'd have to make concerning my immediate future. This was what was on my mind when Auntie Ashleigh came to my door but, as it turned out, she had things on her mind as well.

Sitting on my couch, once my tears were more or less dried and under some control again, she released me from her comforting embrace, running her fingers through my hair and looking my face over as though ensuring it was safe to start speaking.

"Sweetie pie, I can't tell you how sorry I am. As much as I at first didn't care for Gina being here, I liked her even then. As time went on, I started to think she'd be a nice little addition to our home, mostly so you'd always have her as your special little friend, but also because I wanted the rest of us to know her as well."

"I- I don't even know what happened," I said, trying not to blubber. "I was trying to figure out what to do with her and she just... got away on me."

"Tell me," she encouraged. "What exactly happened?"

After I was finished, painfully recounting even Gina's most hurtful words, I actually felt a little better, but then she started asking tentative questions.

"You implied that she wasn't under your influence when she came to get her keys?"

"Like I said, she wouldn't even look me in the eyes, let alone do what I told her."

"She purposely avoided your eyes?"

"Yes, the whole time."

"Uhhh... So, she left here knowing that we can influence people."

"Yes," I answered simply, seeing what she was getting at an instant later and quickly adding, "Oh Auntie, no! She'd never say anything! In fact, she promised a couple of times that she wouldn't, and I believe her because she was... um..."

"She was what?" she gently asked.

"Well... she was pretty scared of me."

"I see. You're sure?"

"Yes. (sniff) plus, she... she loves me."

"I understand, but... is there a chance that either Steven or your Aunt Kathleen saw to her before she left and while you were unconscious?"

"No, Stevie told me that she also told him that she'd never tell and that he believed her, so..."

"Uh huh. ... Did he happen to mention why your Aunt Kathleen would follow Gina down to the gatehouse?"

"Ummm... No, he didn't mention that at all."

"Okay. Kitten, I hope you understand how we can't be telling people about us, or allowing them to find out. I know that Gina loves you and... Just on principal, nobody outside the family should ever know about this business and, if somebody ever did find out about our abilities for whatever reason, you must remove it from their minds and then put them back to rights. You see why that is now, right?"

"Yes, but Auntie..."

"Hm?"

"The last time I saw her before she left, she was still under my influence and with a much less... inhibited attitude, but she was gone when I got back. I don't know how she slipped her leash, but it wasn't me."

"Oh. ... Hm. You know, once you have somebody opened to your influence, they stay that way until you close them. Or... until another Burchell closes them."

"But Auntie, I swear I- I... Ohhh."

"Yes. Exactly when and where was the last time you saw her under your influence?"

"Right here, just before the last family meeting. I left her here, but I didn't specifically tell her to stay, so I wasn't that concerned when I came back and saw she was gone."

"She didn't mention where she'd been since you last saw her, or that she'd been speaking to any other members of the family during that time?"

"No."

"Okay. Sweetie pie?"

"Yes?"

"Would you do me a really huge favour?" she asked with love sparkling in her eyes.

"Yes, Auntie."

"Let me look into this?"

" ... Okay."

"I'll find out exactly what's going on, if anything, and tell you before either of us starts pointing unjust fingers, alright?"

"Okay, Auntie."

"Now... what about you?"

From her expression, I could almost believe she knew what I'd been thinking before she came, and why not? She was the one who'd pointed out where I was, the crossroads that divided my future between the unrealistic confines of my life in Langley from the unknown, but already comfortable possibilities there at the estate, where I could be who I really was with nothing to hide. This was as good a place to start from as any, and I looked back into her eyes, always sparkling with the same unnatural, predatorial darkness she'd awoken in me.




Sera Ch. 20



"I've been thinking about everything you said, all the stuff you told me about who I am and what's realistic for me. About Langley and stuff. And I've been thinking about what's inside of me..."

"Okay," she returned.

" ... I don't want to sound ignorant or presumptuous, but I've taken it from your words that you consider this property and all the money and stuff as much ours as it is yours."

"True," she easily and openly agreed. "It's all in my name because I was the only one for Grammie to leave it to, but it's all of ours. I was actually going to get further into that at a future family meeting, as destructive as they seem to be."

"No, I like your family meetings, Auntie."

"That's nice to hear," she imparted with true thankfulness in her tone. "I'm really trying to get everyone on the same page, but do go on."

"Well... you know your garage?"

"My- where the Limo is?"

"No, the um, the other one out back with the tower on the end."

"Oh, you mean the service shed. Okay, what about it?"

"Well... there's this old car in there. Actually, I googled and it's a nineteen-fifty Dodge Wayfarer coupe."

"Ah yes, Grammie's car. She rarely ever used it, but what of it?"

"Well... can I have that?"

Auntie blinked as though she wouldn't have expected this. After a brief pause, she replied, "Of course you can have it."

"Um..."

" ... Okay, what else?" she asked with curious humour.

"Well... uh, can I also have the, um.... garage itself?"

"Absolutely, you can."

"And... I think I'm gonna need some stuff..."

"Yes, okay," she allowed, her curiosity giving way to a wide smile.

"Auntie," I sighed before explaining, "I'm not even going back for anything. Not even my car. Daddy got it for me and... well... Uh, Daddy and I love each other in... every way. If you know what I mean, so it's not just Gina that I... that I lost."

"I suspected as much," she softly informed.

" ... You did?"

"I found it odd that my investigators never once noticed this boyfriend you spoke of, and the fact that you never mention your father, a man whom I know you have much respect for, kinda made me wonder."

"Um... you don't think I'm a disgusting, incestuous degenerate?"

"No, Kitten," Auntie assured with that smile. "I love you. To me, you and everything you do is perfect."

I sat there, looking into her eyes while both she and her words soaked in.

"I'll have to go back to talk to Daddy at some point, but..."

"I completely understand, sweetie pie. In the meantime, you'll have an account in your name with internet access along with debit and credit cards in your hands by the end of business hours today."

"Wow," I said, not being able to help but be impressed. "Thank you, Auntie. I promise I won't abuse it."

She seemed to think this was funny, smiling wider as she gave my knee a loving little squeeze before saying, "I promise you'll never regret staying here. I love you so much, and I'm so happy you've chosen to make this your permanent home. If you like, I'll get Delores on organizing any personal issues as well, such as ID transferals."

"That would probably be pretty good. I can't really think about all that stuff right now, and I wouldn't know the first place to start anyway."

"I understand, but don't worry your precious head over it," she advised with a wink. "Auntie's got it all under control."

The next day was spent a little more sober than the day before. I was still thinking about Gina, still crying off and on, mad as hell at other times, but my heavy vodka diet kept the worst of it away. More importantly, it allowed this other side of me, this parasite as Stevie called it, to be in control, a side that could see things clearer and better, a side that wouldn't allow me to curl up in a tear soaked ball and whimper myself to an eventual and pathetic death.

Auntie was as good as her word and, with my new financial backing and a list I'd made up the day before, I got on the phone. After placing some orders, I made my depressed, but distracted way to the new and improved laboratory, this one without space set aside for Gina's cauldron.

From Jack, I learned of the entrance with a dedicated road leading to the rear of the cinderblock garage that he and his underlings were busily vacating. He gave me a remote key, much the same thing as what people have clipped to their visor to operate a regular garage door, and then I went around the side of the heavy, cinderblock structure to take a look.

I followed the service road in the same clothes I wore the day before, my ball-breakers lightly scuffing the cobbles until I came to a high brick wall. I guessed this to be a property boundary as I approached an inward protrusion where two huge, steel gates separated our property from an outer area. It didn't seem likely that the little electronic box in the palm of my hand could affect the heavy barriers, but the gates parted, each half sliding back and inside the thick wall with barely a sound at the touch of my button. Beyond the huge breach was a courtyard, less remarkable but larger than the one out front, that exited to what looked like a secondary service lane shared by the rest of the gated community.

On the other side of the gates, out in the courtyard, a red, steel phone-box was mounted below a sign informing anyone concerned that all deliveries would be offloaded there in the yard, and that no unauthorized personnel were allowed beyond that point.

Not long after, I supervised the offloading of my lumber, insulation and drywall there, watching how Rob operated the forklift with it in mind that I'd probably be using it myself later on. The ensuing delivery of my compressor, welder, tire changer, car lift, complete tool kit, air tools, electric tools, hydraulic floor-jack, axle-stands, etcetera and etcetera was a lot more exciting. Rob left it all in the courtyard along with my construction materials as the small army that Lynette had redirected to my new lair hurriedly cleaned the dust and dirt out before all my stuff went in. Rob went to join them as Jack approached, wiping sweat from his brow, but smiling at me.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted your real work," I sincerely apologized, even managing a little smile for him.

I liked Jack, although I had to run to stop him just before he could start shoving my Dodge with the forklift a little earlier.

"Other work?"

"Yeah. Like the grounds and everything."

"No, Ms. Burchell, you're my work. What's important to you and your family always comes first, and there's not one single person who works here who doesn't understand and abide by that."

"Oh," I said simply, although somewhat turned on by this. "Um... I wanna suck your cock now, okay?"

"Of course, Ms. Burchell."

I know. I was shameless. Right in front of all the others, I went to my knees, got his cock out and stroked him hard, popping his delicious prick into my mouth afterward to suck like a whore until he came in my mouth with a subdued yell. I gratefully swallowed, caressing his thigh, pumping his rod to get all I could from it with my eyes closed, suckling from his member and wishing it was Stevie's.

 

Steven

Looking at Mum in her bikini, especially how she fiddled at the waistband of her bottoms shortly before she left, had gotten me quite turned on. Since everybody knew about us and since she now knew they did, I was tempted to jump her then and there, but that old habit of secrecy she'd spoken of stopped me.

Instead, I got back into the pool, doing a few laps while my erection persisted to the point of definitely needing some attention. Crawling into the inflatable lounger that floated in the pool, I looked around for Monique. I was already pretty smashed, but my parasite's ensuing control and ability to soak up even more alcohol made the idea of another drink alright. In addition, I intended to have the beautiful, dark skinned pool attendant suck me off while I enjoyed said drink, but none of that happened because it wasn't her that my searching eyes found standing at the edge of the pool.

It was my stunningly gorgeous and exotic Aunt Ashleigh. She stood with her hands on her hips, weight resting on one leg to accentuate one of those shapely hips quite nicely. Unfortunately, her expression wasn't quite as pretty as the face it rested on, reminding me quite a bit of her spy, Mrs. Toole's expression after, thanks to me, all life in her showcase aquarium had ceased. To put it simply, she looked a lot less than happy with me, and I had a pretty good idea as to why.

"God... dam you!" she suddenly, vehemently spat. "I don't even have to ask, I can see it in your shit disturbing face!"

With a raised brow and some affront in my tone, I asked, "Excuse me?"

She wore a long sleeved, thin red dress that laid over her curves like water and made her braless tits look as though they were about to fall right through the low necked, heart stopping garment that ended just below her knees. The dress was such that it was just as obvious that she wore no panties and this sexy older woman who looked nowhere near her age made it hard (no pun intended) to concentrate on my little act and not her hips and nipples. Yet again, I had to give her the highest points for style.

"You know what I'm talking about! You stuck your nose in where it didn't belong after I told you to mind your own business! You got rid of Gina! Didn't you!?"

She was really mad this time, so much so, that my attention was mostly, but finally drawn from her inviting and presently dangerous curves.

"Are you asking, or accusing?" I calmly inquired while adjusting my erection.

"Don't get smart with me!" she shouted, pointing her finger for effect. "You and I were supposed to be working together!"

I hopped off the floatation lounger and started making my way through four feet of water to the edge. She, getting off that wonderfully voluptuous hip, walked around to meet me where the loungers were, her anger threatening to escalate just for looking at me. As I reached the edge, my parasite didn't need much convincing from me to be careful from there on.

"You accuse me because I complained to you about how she was getting used a couple times," I pointed out.

"I accuse you because it's true!"

By now, I'm standing, dripping wet and she's right on me, those big tits actually touching my chest and I was wondering if she was going to try to beat me up, or what?

"If that were the case," I returned, you'd be hitting me with actual proof instead of shouted accusation and intimida-"

"If that weren't the case, you'd have denied it by now! But you didn't because you have too much fucking pride to deny it, don't you? Don't you!?"

Now she was practically screaming right in my face, following me when I tried to back off and finally grabbing my forearm to hold me still while she made a few points.

"You think you can flout me 'cause I'm not your fuckin mother!? Huh!? I'll slap you down so god damned fast and hard, you won't believe it! I'll turn you into a chimp for a FUCKIN MONTH!!!"

Okay, this was very bad. Not just because I could easily believe her capable of backing up her threat of mentally reducing me to one of the lower primates, but because of the sheer intensity of her rage. I didn't dare look her in the eyes now, rather her much safer forehead while she shook my arm menacingly, somewhat like Mum did to Sheila's when they were speaking in her foyer two nights before.

You see, I was taken aback by something at the time, this being the answer to a recent suspicion I'd had of her, or whoever it really was that called herself Ashleigh Burchell. It wasn't Ashleigh. There was no real Ashleigh, perhaps hadn't been for a long time and, even without daring to look her in the eyes, my parasite now instinctually knew this of her and this is where my fear came from, however short lived it was.

"Now, you TELL me what the fuck you did, you little ASSHOLE!! And if you say one more FUCKIN word that implies you're not responsible for this, I'll take your FUCKIN HEAD OFF!!!"

And that's when something I maybe should have expected happened. While, in a sense, this wasn't my aunt Ashleigh at all, neither was I that long lost woman's nephew. No, this was my mother's other son and he quite abruptly, as he usually does, made that known.

"GET OFF MEEE!!!" she raged after I'd spun her around and forced her face down on the lounger Mum had been using.

Her rage mushroomed into something like Grammie Marie's the day I fled Shoreline Residential. If I didn't have her held securely, she might have actually hurt me, or even herself in the mindless, but useless frenzy she unleashed against her restraint. The more useless she saw it to be, the angrier she got and the harder she struggled until I thought she was actually going to pass out with both the physical and emotional strain. In her own way, she made Kitten's attack on Gina look sane by comparison.

Fortunately, she tapped herself out before she had a heart attack or stroke, both her energy and rage fizzling somewhat quickly for all the intensity and duration I'd witnessed. When she was down to panting her dire guarantees of my horrible personal destruction, I began.

"Yes, I got rid of Gina," I calmly sneered from just behind the back of her head. "You're damned right I did, and you know why. My question is: Why didn't you do it? Why was I the one who had to save her from becoming the family plaything? You say you like her, and I'm sure you do, but I don't think you really know what that means anymore, do you?"

"Get... off... of meee!" she managed to seethe through her teeth.

Some breath and sanity had returned to her as she lay pinned beneath my knee with the side of her face pressed against the lounger. Her right eye rotated madly in its socket in an attempt to lock on mine while I focused on her diamond studded ear.

Mocking a bitchy, female voice, I repeated, "'You and I were supposed to be working together!' Pah! If you know the slightest thing about working together, I've yet to see any evidence of that. What you mean is that I was supposed to be your boy!"

"No!"

"Yes! From the very beginning, you've been strong arming me against my mother, making me involve myself with Kitten whether I wanted to or not, working behind my fuckin' back while keeping me in the dark all along! That's not working together, that's me working for you, and I don't work for other people unless I'm getting a damned good return, bitch!"

"I told you what your fuckin return would be! We'd get the family on the same page and look after your mother! Have you forgotten about her you little piggg!?"

"So you say," I quickly returned with a helpless glance at her ass, "but so far, that's yet to come about and your past methods don't instill confidence. What I'm telling you is that I don't fuckin trust you and I don't like being fucked around, especially not where Mum's concerned."

"I already told you about her!" she snapped, having regained yet more breath. "God dammit, you moron, I told you that nothing much could be done until-"

"Prove it."

"I will! I'm going to tell all of you everything, and I keep telling you that, you fuuuck!"

"Yeah, you keep telling me that. Don't I fuckin know how you keep telling me that but, today, I'm telling you: You don't want me to find out you've been lying about that, Auntie."

"You... How dare you threaten me!"

"No," I coldly refuted in her ear. "Don't make the mistake of thinking that way. This is not a threat. I've allowed you a lot of leeway for the sake of my mother, and if I find out you've been wasting my time, I'll kill you."

She had no answer for that. She knew I meant it, and a long moment of silence went by while I shared her astonishment at this, but I was far from done.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you," I cautioned as she fell silent, her eye trained vacantly on the pool as she listened. "I know more about you than you think. In fact, I even happen to know the real reason you're bothered about Mum killing Marie."

She'd given up trying to influence me at this point, but at this her eye rolled back up to my face as I went on speaking to her ear.

"Yeah... What bothers you about Mum doing what had to be done is that you never had the nerve to do it. You were scared of her. You said so yourself, and that's why you were so curious about how strong Mum is, and about her technique. Mum threatens you."

"No!"

"Bullshit! Even though you're older and stronger, even though you have the knowledge along with the complete control to apply it, you never would have dared what Mum did!"

"Fuck you!"

All that shit about Marie being your little Barbie buddy was just to cover your jealousy and grudging admira-"

"SHUT UUUUUUPPP!!!"

"- grudging admiration of what she did! And ya know what? Huh?"

"FUCK AAAAWWWFFFF!!!" she guessed in an earsplitting scream of fresh rage and a renewed lunge against my pressure.

"She thought nothing of it. Nothing! She waltzed right the fuck into that room and took care of the old freak like your staff takes out your garbage!"

Ashleigh's physical struggle was on again, along with her maniacal screaming and cursing, spittle flying from her mouth as her vicious, sparkling, bright black eye again searched out mine with frustrated failure. Yes, a very dangerous game I was playing, but a very necessary one. I showed Mum, and now it was time to show this one.

"And as far as Gina goes, you have nothing to say about that," I sneered. "Gina's life is her own, and I made sure it would stay that way. I have nothing to apologize for, no regrets and I'd do the same thing again if I had to. If you and your morals see it differently, then you can just go fuck off! And don't be bugging Mum about this, cause she had nothing to do with it!"

Regardless of her spitting, teeth gnashing fury, I jerked her to her feet and marched her for the pool. She knew what was coming, but could only struggle uselessly, screaming all the louder, her voice actually breaking as I sent her cart wheeling into the shallow end. As I left the pool area, I wondered if her spluttering, incoherent screams even coherent to her.



Sera Ch. 21



Kitten

"Wow, you really do like this place, huh?"

Auntie Kathleen's visit came as a surprise. Between the loud music, my thoughts and my spreading thick enamel paint over the tower's interior walls with a roller, I never even knew she'd entered until she spoke. I wasn't really startled, probably more freaked out that it was her. I'd been wondering over the last two days why she followed Gina to the gatehouse and if that was some indication that she was responsible for Gina having slipped her leash but, in the end, I couldn't believe that she'd ever turn on me like that. Further, the look on her face as she stood there casting her impressed eyes around herself and her surroundings convinced me.

Besides that, I was feeling pretty low after what I'd done to my poor Gina in the corridor, and vulnerable for thinking that Auntie probably knew all about it. I don't remember her being there, but she must have showed up at some point in order to follow Gina down to the gatehouse, and I imagine she and Stevie must have spoken of it since I knew he was definitely there.

"Um, I... I like a different kind of place for my room," I stammered, barely making sense in my effort to sound casual.

"I'm sorry I haven't been by, but I thought you might want to be alone for a little while. I know how close you and Gina were, and I'm so sorry for what happened."

"It's okay, Auntie."

"I hate to ask the stupid, obvious question of how you've been..."

Her smile, along with her words, was meant to cheer me. They didn't really, but they did make me feel a bit more comfortable with her. I gave her a little smile in return and went back to running the super fluffy roller over the wall.

"Sooo..." Auntie tentatively went on from behind, "you mean you're moving in... here?"

"My apartment is nice, and I'm going to keep it for the sake of convenience, but yeah, I'm going to live here."

"So, you've decided to stay?"

"Yes," I answered simply, thinking of how it was really Gina who'd finally decided that for me.

"Forgive me, sweetie pie, but you don't sound quite convinced."

"I'm convinced," I reinforced with a flat tone. "Auntie, can we...? Can we please talk about something else?"

"Yes, I'm sorry," she quickly and sincerely expressed. "I didn't mean... You know. So, uh... what's your vision here?"

"Secret laboratory."

"Ahhh. And what will be happening in this secret laboratory?" she asked while her heels began moving across the concrete floor.

"Stuff."

"Anything that could get me off?"

I couldn't help a sincere smile as a couple of mental images passed through my perverted imagination, but answered, "Well... once I get up and running, maybe I'll look into that, Auntie."

"I'll hold you to it. So, you're actually going to make a house out of an old garage?"

"Sure," I defended, feeling yet a little more comfortable. "Near as I can tell, it was built in the twenties, but it's got nice design, character... It's solid and its been maintained really well."

"Yeah, but it's still a garage."

"It won't be once I'm finished. Well, the other part, yeah, but this will be home. This paint is only to create a cold barrier on these cement blocks; I'm gonna put up proper two by four frames and insulate before the drywall, but first our electrician has to change out the fuse box to handle the new demands I'll be putting on it. Plus, I gotta get a couple of bathrooms in here, so that'll mean digging up one of those big flower beds to the right of the building for a septic field, which Auntie Ashleigh may or may not have realized..."

"Uh, did you tell her about any of this?"

"She gave me the garage and the old car in there. It was like you said, she's pretty cool about the money and stuff, but she's really into her flowers and she told me that as long as the grounds weren't disturbed, she didn't care what I did here, so..."

"Heh! Well, a lady has to have at least two bathrooms. The best way is to wait until you're sure her back is turned for a while and then just start digging those posies up."

"(Giggle)"

"Are you at this all by yourself?"

"No, there's a bunch of staff helping, but I sent them all on break for two hours to eat and get each other off."

A short pause preceded her soft laughter, to which I explained with a short laugh of my own, "Well, they're all really cool and they're working hard and doing such a great job, so I thought they deserved it."

"You're unbelievable."

"Superkitten."

"Excuse me?" she asked with a wide smile in her tone.

"Superkitten. That's me, but I'm more a supervillain than a superhero," I joked in explanation. "That's why I need the secret laboratory."

"Oh, I see. Like Steven."

"How's that?"

"I've referred to him as a supervillain."

"How come?"

"Because of all his crazy stunts and schemes in school. My god, the faculty hated him. Just... hated him, and I gnawed my fingers to the bone almost every day, worried he was going to get himself expelled before he could even graduate."

"Why, what was he doing?"

"I'm thinking you've heard of construction glue?"

"Oh yeah," I replied, feeling much more comfortable now as I ran my roller in the paint tray again. "That's stuff is something else, believe me. They don't call it 'liquid nails' for nothing, Auntie."

"Yeah, well your cousin calls it 'havoc in a tube'. The little brat got loose during class and glued every bathroom door in the building shut with the stuff. It was the beginning of the longest period and, by the time it was over, the glue had set. Some students actually wet themselves while standing in line for the faculty washrooms, and- Kitten, it's really not funny."

Auntie was laughing a little when she said it, but probably more because I was doubled over, fearing I'd be the next one wetting herself over Stevie's genius.

"They had to rip the doorframes out of the wall along with the doors, and I had to pay for every one of them straight out of his father's pocket!"

That was the real funny bit and she herself lost control as I dropped my roller in the tray to grab miffy before I peed myself laughing.

We finally stopped, regarding one another in the dusty, reddish twilight coming in through the old windows with a love that made us partners, sisters, mother/daughter, best friends and lovers all at once.

"Hey, Kitten..."

"Yes, Auntie?"

She didn't answer right away and I watched her take her time swaggering sexily up to me, placing light hands on my waist. I liked this and closed my eyes while I smelled the scent she lent to her perfume and listened to the whispery, secretive voice that loved me.

"Uh... I think I need to get out for a while, and... Well, I was wondering if you'd care to accompany-"

"Yeah," I answered with a giddy, nervous smile. "I'd love to, Auntie."

 

Steven

"C'mon in, kid," Sheila invited, standing aside for me with a pleased smile that said everything was alright in the world.

I entered, closing the door behind me while she went through the foyer and into her living room in a tight red skirt that ended just above her knees, a sleeveless white blouse that buttoned up to the neck. With her heels, she seemed taller, helping the outfit to make her appear more businesslike. Even her hair was pulled back and I couldn't help smirking a little.

"You look nice." I complimented.

"Thank you," she replied with her usual vigour for such compliments.

"I bet Mum would love that on you."

She turned right around, her pleased smile admitting to her attire's motivations before resuming her trip to the kitchenette. I smiled too, watching her trim little figure move with an invigourated bounce as she loosely gestured to her living room furniture.

"Have a seat, I'll fix us a drink."

"Thanks. So, what's my slutty little aunt up to tonight?"

"Nothing until you showed up. I thought Kathy and I could get together and talk some things out, but I can't find her."

"Me neither," I related. "I was talking to her earlier, but I haven't got a clue where she is now, and the staff is totally fuckin' useless."

"It makes things so hard."

"I'm hoping Ashleigh will lighten up on that soon, now that we're all getting along a bit better. Speaking of, how are things with you and Mum?"

"Good. I mean, not good, but compared to what they were, things are good. Actually, after all these years without her, I'd even rather she still treat me badly as long as she's around."

"Careful what you wish for."

"Heh."

"She's really something else, isn't she?"

"Always was. I may have been the slutty sister, but just as many guys wanted down her panties, believe me. Even after she got those stupid brass knuckles, if you can believe it. Why are guys so stupid like that, anyway?"

"Hey!"

"Oh, present company excluded, I'm sure," she mocked. "Being her son, I'm sure you're exempt from those feelings and desires for her. Huh? (Giggle)"

"Hilarious," I told her with a smile.

"No, I'm totally serious," she teased as she made her way back to where I sat with a tall glass of amber liquid.

It turned out to be my overall preference, whiskey and water, the putrid taste of the hard liquor twisting my mouth a little after I swallowed, watching Sheila's ass again as she returned to her kitchenette.

"You never really did share anything about that," she noted with expectation."

"It's not easy to just start blurting out stories about sex with a parent, you know. Most people have a problem talking about their sex lives at all, let alone an illegal one."

"Is incest illegal?"

"Yes it is. I assume. Actually, I don't know for sure."

"I'm pretty sure it is in the states."

"Doesn't really matter, since we won't be spreading it around in any event."

"Not if we have any sense," she laughed.

I leaned back and stretched my legs, resting my arms on the back of her couch as I openly checked her out. She knew I was and a little smile constantly played at her mouth because of it as she went about something or other, every once in a while sipping from her glass. I began to see that her overall attitude was brighter, a spark from the inside that leaked out through subtle expression, gesture and tone.

"So, have you seduced my mother yet?"

She laughed, her expression showing a little embarrassment as she stepped back from the counter with a long kitchen knife in her hand, regarding me incredulously.

"Well, fuck," I defended, laughing as well, but mostly at how she'd reacted.

"I'm gonna punch you right in the neck!" she promised, pointing the knife across the room at me.

"Well, have you?"

"Have I what!?"

"Have you seduced her? Or, has she seduced you? She does want you."

"No, not yet!" she told me as she went back to doing whatever at the counter. "Actually, she's teasing me."

"Like at the meeting?"

"A lot more subtle than that. I think she's just feeling me out- not in the way I'd really like, but I digress. Above enjoying what it does to me, I think she's just gauging my reaction to her right now."

"She told me that she told you to behave," I imparted.

Though I'd said it with a smirk, I was actually quite concerned, no matter Mum's past claims about how things always and still were between the two. My concerns were put to rest upon her reply.

"Yeah, well... with Kathy, that's not necessarily quite as bad as it sounds. If we were still young, yes it would be, but she's not quite the same as she was. She's a lot hornier and a lot less inhibited. I can see her fighting it. No, all she really wants is to punish me in some way to put closure on the past. You've got to understand that this was the way it always was with us."

"She mentioned that. She was trying to tell me not to worry about you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Well, I was concerned that she might start taking advantage of your willingness to patch things up to treat you like shit, and she saw that. She told me there was always a certain way between you two and not to worry."

"Yup, she's right. At the moment, it's a bit of a... a tentative process, but I think things are pretty good so far. I was thinking of inviting her for dinner tomorrow night. Do you think she'd like that?"

" ... Ya know... at first, she'd probably be a bit uptight, but I bet she'd loosen up once she was here. Just try to keep conversation light and-"

"Uh- thanks, but I think I know how to handle her. Probably better than you, sweetie pie."

"Yeah... Look, I'm sure you're right, but you might want to keep in mind that there's a reason for that new, uninhibited attitude of Mum's, and it doesn't come by itself. She's not exactly the girl you knew from all those years ago, and I know that woman better than you do."

"You're talking about the Jedi thing, aren't you?"

"Yes," I answered with a sigh, adding, "And I'm starting to see why Mum and Ashleigh hate the Star Wars terminology."

"Is she really that different?"

"She's... potentially dangerous. Lately, since we've been here, she's been mostly distracted and alright, save for the time she almost drowned me, but I seem to have the upper hand with her now and she's been good. That doesn't mean that potential isn't still there, it only means that the situation in the here and now isn't such that she feels some of her more shocking capabilities are required."

"Sounds like the same old Kathy to me."

"Don't fall into that assumption. She's smart as hell, strong, confident and very unpredictable."

"Like when she killed Mum?"

"Yes. Yes, actually."

"Good for her. I have a lot of little rewards in mind for her on account of that. I can't wait to please her."

"By the way, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about that, but... I just didn't want to get into it at the time. There was a lot of heavy shit on my mind, still is, and that's the kind of thing that's not exactly easy to get into."

"I understand. I take it Ashleigh knew?"

"Yes," I replied. "I told her in the hopes that she'd see the serious nature of what Mum has become."

"How do you mean?"

"Well... Mum has a way of running amok in society. I was looking for help with her, and then along comes Ashleigh who thinks Mum should stay here, so I had to let her know some stuff."

"What do you think? Should she stay here?"

"Yes. So should you."

She didn't answer right away, instead seemed to concentrate on whatever it was she was doing at her counter, not looking over at me when she finally did.

"Probably. It'd be a whole lot better if she stayed too, though. (Siiigh) Then there's Kitten."

"Why Sheila... I didn't think you cared."

I couldn't resist teasing but, sure enough, she smiled as she rolled her eyes.

"So, what about Kitten?" I asked more seriously.

"Well... she's my daughter. There's just no hiding from it. When we were together during that first meeting, when we were in the chair and making out with each other, it was like... me. It was so weird, and I never would have expected to have someone who was so... me."

"You mentioned this the other night," I reminded, "but you didn't quite present it like that."

"No. No, I didn't. I was still wrestling with it at the time, but I'll admit to..."

"You want her."

"Oh, yes. Not like I want Kathy, but I want her. I want you all."

"Have you and Ashleigh-?"

"Every which fucking way, and she's fantastic."

"Really?"

"Just wait till you see her guest room."

"I'd love to fuck that bitch right up the ass," I imparted mostly to myself as I swirled the contents of my glass. "Just to show her..."."

"I'm so horny... I wonder where your mother is?"

 

Kitten

The last time I'd been out, the time Stevie had explained the strange secret our family harboured, I'd noticed how odd it felt to be in public after being at the estate for even such a relatively short time. That was nothing compared to how I felt standing in the brightly lit frozen foods section of a supermarket, completely alienated from a world of people who were practically a different species. But while following along at Auntie Kathleen's side with a box of blonde from the health and beauty section in my hand, I was excited enough that it was only a kind of mental sideshow. She sashayed up and down the aisles, taking items from shelves seemingly at random and tossing them into the cart she was pushing, eyes constantly taking in her surroundings while I felt like I was living out my own warped version of Shatner's Common People.

She looked great in a burnt brown, stretchy skirt that hugged her bum and thighs all the way down to just above her knees. A deep maroon, short sleeved pullover with moderate cleavage barely covered the top of her skirt and really brought out her curves. The off-white sweater she wore over her shoulders and buttoned at the neck lent a relaxed, conservative flavour to her dark stockings, black three inch heels and otherwise sexy outfit, but that didn't stop the men from looking.

Being as how we'd planned from the outset to pose as mummy and daughter, we chose my look accordingly, me conversing with Auntie about how she loved role play as we got me ready. She actually did my hair and makeup for me, very much enjoying the process and smiling the whole time, telling me again of how she'd often wished she'd had a daughter to do these things with.

When she was finished with me, I had to hand it to her. She did a great job, even highlighting our natural family likenesses to make our roles all the more convincing. In addition, we chose my pleated, black skirt, short enough to get attention, but not inappropriate as long as I wore it low on my hips. Above this, I donned a black, supportive cammie that showed about the same cleavage as Auntie's top, but I had most of it covered with a short, faded blue, tailored jean jacket that I buttoned at the waist so as not to appear too slutty.

"It's like fishing, sweetie pie," She'd explained when she was grabbing the cart. "See, there's all kinds of different fish swimming around out there, but our tastes are specific. So, we've weighted our lines, presented our lures accordingly, and now we wait for that specific fish to take an interest. It doesn't mean other fish won't be swimming by, some of them tempting in their own right, but we're waiting for what we've prepared for, for what we really want."

Now, after having been there for a little over twenty minutes, I noted the way she chewed at her bottom lip with a light scowl.

Catching my eye, she looked slightly down at me and imparted, "Maybe we should have gone to a hotel after all, but I wanted a different... Hel-lo."

I followed the direction in which her remarkably hazel eyes were suddenly locked. Obviously, she wasn't (I'd hoped) looking at the androgynous, blotchy faced, elderly wreck with the walker, busily hacking up a lung over the cheese display. It had to be the tall, somewhat thin woman with dark hair bobbed around her elegantly pretty face. She wore navy blue slacks over her modest, but noticeable curves with a long sleeved, plain white blouse that must have buttoned in back. It's short, standup collar drew my eye, making me notice a bust line that was as modest as her hips, but not small. Overall, she seemed very classy and pretty, definitely having come from the top of somebody's gene pool, though her expression almost made me laugh, watching how she couldn't get away from the moaning senior fast enough.

Beside her, and suffering from much the same reaction, was who I'd assumed to be her son, a solid enough looking young man in his late teens or very early twenties. Like her, he was fine featured, especially for a male, tall and thin. In his dark green, casual dress pants and the tucked, pea green, button up shirt, he didn't exactly look like a mamma's boy so much as her little male counterpart. Still, with his short dark hair, he was good enough looking if a girl was in the mood for a pretty-boy. At the time, I wasn't that fussy in any case, plus my excitement and curiosity tickled the psychological side of my sexuality and made it all but unimportant.




Sera Ch. 21



"Here we go, sweetie pie," Auntie murmured, vectoring her cart for the woman and her son as they vacated their immediate surroundings with disgust on their features. "I'll take her, you take him. Okay?"

"Okay," I toned, nodding with an outward calm as my adrenaline raced, making me feel shaky all over.

"My heavens," Auntie hissed at the woman a few moments later, her cart incidentally paused in such a way as to block their path. Glaring at the bedraggled and sickly senior, she added, "That is just unacceptable!"

Her act was so good, I almost laughed, momentarily distracted by how this snob was probably as surprised and impressed at Auntie's obvious beauty and raw presence as she was in total agreement with her attitude concerning the sexless relic who was now shuffling off to contaminate some other area. Before I knew it, her eyes were glazed and I was reminding myself that I was supposed to be seeing to her son.

Looking at him, I saw that he hadn't noticed his mummy slipping under Auntie's influence, probably hadn't had time to think of, or notice anything while he lingered on his mind's first act, that being the ogling of my boobies.

"Um, my eyes are up here."

Of course, he looked. He had to and I had to fight for focus as my nerves made me want to laugh at how easy that was. Two seconds later, he was looking at me with a vacant expression while Auntie politely addressed the woman again.

"What's your name?"

"Pamela."

"Hello, Pamela, my name is Kathleen. From here on, you're going to do whatever I say."

"I understand."

"I knew you would, hon. This is my daughter, Kitten. Say Hello to Kitten, Pamela."

"Hello, Kitten," she said.

I wanted to laugh even more at Auntie's audacity and nerve, but replied, "Hello, Pammy. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she replied as one would expect, only with that slightly spaced out expression and tone.

"Introduce your son, Pamela," Auntie told her.

"Kathleen, Kitten, this is my son, David."

"Hi, David," I said.

"Hello," he replied.

"Hi, David," Auntie sleazed.

"Hi..."

Over the next ten minutes, we walked with them, pumping them both for the information we needed to make a memorable evening for ourselves. By the time we separated in the parking lot to follow their Navigator to their home in our Caprice, we knew their last name was Ross and that they were out picking up the things that her husband, Dan, had missed the day before. He, with her other son, Richard, was waiting at home for them to return so that they could get on with a family weekend, possibly the last one with all of them together once David and Richard went to university in the fall.

Dan, having the good sense to get into the burgeoning computer industry during the late eighties, was well enough established to pay for his sons' secondary education and maintain a very comfortable lifestyle for he and Pammy in an upper middle class, suburban home. He was forty-seven to his stay-at-home wife's forty-two years, David eighteen and Richard twenty. As for us, Auntie was a very dear old friend from Pammy's own university days who simply had to attend their family barbecue with her lovely daughter.

I'll admit it was awkward when we pulled into the driveway behind them, my head full of all the nervous giggling and laughter we'd shared amidst planning our next moves on the way there. It was almost unbearable while Pammy led us through their house and out to a large rear deck that held assorted lawn chairs, a patio swing and a huge, stainless steel barbecuer. The wooden platform stepped down to a backyard that looked at least three quarters of an acre, surrounded by a tall privacy fence and featuring a fair sized pool. The entire area was lit with those colourful patio lanterns and, in the stark white pool, the chlorinated water was a perfect, clean, clear blue.

More unnerving was meeting the man who was energetically cleaning the barbecuer when we stepped outside. Dan, a pretty fit looking guy for his age, was of average height, thin and quite attractive, as Auntie told me he would be. Her reasoning was that people like Pammy attract men of the same set, the both of them seeing each other as social trophies as much as husband and wife. It was obvious he was colouring his dark hair, but it did lend some youth to his uncompromising, almost chiseled face, the lines speaking more of character than of age. He looked good in his slightly dated, gray casual pants, but great in that black T-shirt that clung to his mildly buffed torso and upper arms. The unnerving thing about him was how he came off with the confidence that people of his financial status usually do, with that forward, brusque, salesperson attentiveness that says, "I'm a winner."

But I should have known. I mean, what man would be upset at his wife inviting the two of us? Yes, he did a double take at us, his eyes lighting up as he greeted us very warmly, shaking Auntie's hand and making the honest mistake of looking into her eyes as a gentleman should, falling to her influence right away.

If David resembled his mummy, Richard shared the dark hair, features and build of his daddy. Also like him, he looked to be just under six feet tall while his younger brother was an inch or two shorter. Standing nearby with some brochures in one hand and a can of pop in the other, his choice of clothing was cargo shorts and a baggy, light blue T-shirt with sandals, and he was easily the most attractive of the three Ross males, but not as attractive as my Stevie.

Every bit as unprepared as his daddy, I smiled, looking him purposefully and obviously in the eyes and seeing him meet that unspoken challenge like I suddenly realized a lot of people would naturally be compelled to do. He fell to me after about three seconds and I marveled at how fast Auntie was in comparison.

"I'm so pleased to meet you both," Auntie told them very politely, glancing at her 'old friend' who was standing off to the side in smiling approval before addressing me with, "Kitten, would you like to tell Dan and Richard how it is?"

"(Ahem) Danny, Richard," I began in a voice that I couldn't keep my smile out of, "from here on, you two do whatever Mummy and I tell you."

"Whatever you tell us," Dan confirmed with a nod and a far off expression.

"Richard?"

The older boy nodded, saying, "Yeah, whatever you tell us."

As he confirmed this, David came through the back door, already finished with putting away the few things they'd needed and looking with contained excitement at me and Auntie.

"All four of you will do and act as we tell you, and co-operate with us completely," I clarified, "and don't concern yourselves with anything Mummy and I talk about. Go about your business as you normally would, but make sure we have a nice time."

They agreed to this and I couldn't help a giggle as I looked at Auntie, my nerves settled a little now that we had all four family members under our influence. However, my excitement and adrenaline were still running high, still unaccustomed to this incredible power and the thought of how much naughty fun the six of us could have together.

"Anything to add, Mummy?" I giddily inquired.

"Indeed I do, sweetie pie," she smiled with flashing eyes. "Pamela, boys, go get us all something to drink, and make sure it's nice and strong. Dan's about to take us on a tour of your lovely home, ending up with the master bedroom. You three will meet us there, and don't forget the booze."

 

Steven

"So, lemme get this straight," Sheila said as she passed me a fresh drink at her counter. "This is what happens when two Burchells have sex? A vision?"

"Well, yeah," I answered, "but it's not just that simple. As I said, we have to cum together and we have to be looking one another right in the eyes. Me and Mum have orgasmed together lots of times without eye contact, and we've orgasmed separately with eye contact, but nothing ever happened until it was both factors combined."

" ... Hm. And you saw the same thing with Kathy?"

"No. We always go flying."

"Flying?"

"Well it's hard to explain, but we were always on the wind. Like we were the wind. There was always this simple freedom to it, nothing like this," I related as I gestured to myself. "There was no body, no limitations, or... anything. Just us and the wind, or maybe a crop or field when we'd swoop over it in just such a way..."

"I... I remember that from the vision, even though it never actually happened in the vision. How could that be?"

Nodding and taking a sip of my drink first, I explained, "You most likely got that memory from my half of us. If ya know what I mean."

"Yes. Normally, I wouldn't, but I do.... know what you mean."

"Exactly," I agreed with a smile. "There's so many things about this that can't be explained, only felt. But no, Mum and I never experienced what you and I did together. She may have experienced it with Kitten, but she hasn't mentioned it if she did."

"What do you think it means?" she asked.

"Uhh... before it happened with you, I didn't know. As usual with this, the experience was so much more than what could be related, or maybe even grasped by the human experience, that it was hard to say, but now I have... an idea."

"What?"

"I think it was the birth of what it is that's in us. But there's more to it. Both times I had the experience with Mum, I came back feeling like I had all the answers, but they slipped from my mind before I could ever realize them. It's almost like the knowledge itself isn't compatible with our human existence and beyond our ability to comprehend. Like trying to use Windows software in a Mac."

We both mulled this over while the smell of her stovetop preparations made my stomach groan.

"What makes me wonder," she said, "is how I can experience it, since I don't have the abilities the rest of you have."

"I wouldn't put too much stock in that if I were you," I told her, taking a fork from the countertop. "Your mother could get into people's dreams. So can Ashleigh, but Mum can't, at least not to my knowledge."

"Can you?"

"No."

"Kitten?"

"Not a clue," I replied, loading the fork with the stir-fried concoction in her pan and sticking it into my mouth. "But I do know that the strength and power of the parasite increases with age, so there's no guarantee I won't have the ability when I'm older. Mum may already have it without knowing, so who's to judge your capabilities? This is fucking delicious, by the way."

"Maybe you already have it without realizing as well. And get out of that, it's for something else," she said, taking the fork out of my hand and putting it back on the counter. "What about what Ashleigh did to your mother in the library that time? When she grabbed her crotch and made her all... you know."

"Yeah, I know. God, that was good, but it freaked the shit out of me too," I admitted, picking up the fork again. "Marie could do that as well. She implied that there was a lot Mum couldn't teach me, but there's a good chance she was lying, or even making an assumption. Since hearing Ashleigh's story, I can't see her as having known much more about it than we now do."

I forked another load of her delicious creation into my mouth before she could pluck the tined implement from my hand again with an irritated expression to go with her own assumption.

"So, you can only influence people."

"So far as I know, but that's my whole point; who can say?" I asked with a shrug, casually picking up the fork again while I went a little further afield. "In fact, from what I can tell, the only constant thing about the parasite, the only thing I've come to know about it for sure, is that it doesn't seem to have any set pattern at all. Not in its development and not between us. I mean, its behaviour- for want of a better term- isn't consistent from one of us to the next anymore than the abilities it gives us are."

I'd just taken another heavily laden fork from her pan before she grabbed it for the third time, more irritated and verbally scolding, "Uh, excuse me, but I said that's not for you!"

"It's good."

"So, that automatically means it's yours? Keep your grubby little paws out! This is for one of Kathy's favourite dishes, in case she does want to come for supper tomorrow!"

"Jeesh!" I complained, wanting more and eying the fork that Sheila now held onto while she returned to topic.

"According to Ashleigh, we have to bond with our mothers at a certain time, or by a certain point. Neither Kathy nor I did and, again according to Ashleigh, neither did our mother. Maybe that's responsible for any lack of consistency?"

"Maybe," I tentatively agreed while my fingers deftly took a spoon from the countertop. "But she's also proven with Kitten that it doesn't necessarily have to be a parent we bond with, that it can be with other family members," I countered as I scooped up a spoonful from the pan and popped it into my mouth.

"Hey! I said stop it, that was supposed to be a lasagna for your mother tomorrow night!" Sheila lamented as she tried to grab the spoon.

This time I held it up out of her reach and she actually started trying to jump for it while I laughed.

"That's not funny, you jerk!"

"I'm sorry, but it looked and smelled so good," I said, turning my back and grabbing the pan to have some more.

"Steven, dooon't!"

" Mmmm, Mum will never know what she missed."

In the end, I won her over by tempting her with some of it.

"I hate you," she resignedly toned, giving in to me.

"I'll help you cook something else for her," I lied, giving her access to the pan.

"Like that'll ever happen," she guffawed, digging in with the fork she took from me.

"The celery is perfect."

"Shut up and eat it before I eat you."

"Why don't you just make it tomorrow?"

"Because this lasagna is always better the next day," she glowered as she now enjoyed it with me. "It's a special, secret family recipe I was making just for her till you wrecked it!"

"Secret family recipe?" I laughed. "I find it hard to believe Marie would even have any secret family recipes, let alone pass them on to you of all people."

"Not our family, you idiot. Someone else's."

" ... Then how'd you get it?"

"I stole their recipe book, is how. Duh!"

I laughed out loud and asked, "You what?"

She shrugged in a careless manner and replied, "Hey, they had their chance to be nice. Fuck 'em."

"You're something else, Aunt Sheila," I told her with a big smile.

"I know it, I can't help it."

"Actually, that reminds me," I said, pausing my spoon to ask something I'd been wondering about off and on. "What ever happened with you and that couple you were... with?"

"What couple?"

"The guy that owned the restaurant and made you the chef's assistant. He was cheating on his wife with you until he discovered his wife cheating on him with you. Jeez, that's fucked."

"Oh, yeah. You're banging your mum and you tell me that's fucked?"

"Touché," I gracefully capitulated, "but please go on with your story."

"Where'd I leave off?"

"Their son had seen you licking his mother, and it was-"

"-at the kitchen table afterwards," Sheila finished with a recollective, grinning nod. "Okay, well Preston's sitting at the table and I'm looking at him, trying not to laugh as I imagined all the things that were going through his mind, not to mention whatever he must have been thinking of his mother just then. So, I shoot him this dirty little smile that says everything's cool, and lift up the back of his mother's skirt. She's wearing these sexy, purple panties that show a lot of ass and, at the counter, she was stooped over probably just well enough so he'd have a good view between her thighs from that angle. Judy had a pretty nice ass, too."

"Then what?"

"I held it for about five seconds while he just stared, dumbfounded. I let it back down again, grinning at him the whole time and wondering if Judy wasn't actually aware of what I'd done."

"Was she?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so."

"So, then what?"

"After that, I'd become a sort of fixture every few days when the house needed cleaning. I'd smile at Justin around the house, and he'd blush and get all freaked out because half the time his parents were in the room, but he loved it. I'd see him checking out his mother with these little looks that she never noticed, and I... it was just so much fun."

"Yeah," I agreed with a short, sarcastic laugh, "I'll bet it was."

"I couldn't leave it at that, though."

"Fuck, no."

"Two Saturdays later, I was there again, cleaning in my little outfit- by then it's an actual job along with the one as chef's assistant- while Justin and his father were watching sports on the television. We were waiting for Justin to leave so the festivities could begin, but he'd been spending more and more time at the house for some pretty obvious reasons. Judy was in the kitchen and I was wondering for the hundredth time that they wouldn't think their son would be looking at the family maid by now.

"Anyway, they were paying a lot more attention to me than the television while I dusted here, cleaned there, stretching up and bending over everywhere, until the cheerleaders came on. I stopped with my weight on one hip and watched with them for a minute before asking them if they thought I could be a cheerleader."

My horny smile was enough to prod my aunt into continuing as my meat squirmed in my dress pants.

"They both nod, Hector saying out loud that I'd make a great cheerleader. He ought to have known, I guess. I smiled and hiked the skirt of the little uniform while I faced them. Their jaws almost hit the floor while I just giggled."

"Whoa," I expressed with a smile. "Were you wearing anything underneath?"

"Yeah, a sexy pair of high cut, white panties, nice and small."

"So, then what happened?"

"I just stood there like that while they stared. Hell, I was getting off on it as much as they were. In fact, I had that damned skirt practically under my boobs, even turning around for them while I smiled... Preston actually licked his lips and I knew right then that he was a virgin. God, how I wanted them both right then, but I heard Judy coming from the kitchen, so I just let my skirt fall and passed her on the way out with a big, horny smile."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah. Needless to say, Justin never went anywhere that day, so his parents and I never got to get off. But a few days later, the maid is once again on the job. I knock on Preston's door to clean his room, and he lets me in to do that. The entire time, his face is red and he's trying to figure out if it's alright to check me out or not, if it's okay to maybe try something a little more... After all, I'm not that much older than him at the time, right?"

"Okay."

"So, finally he screws up the courage and just comes out with it. He asks me if I'll pull my skirt up again."

"And, did you?"

"Of course I did. On the condition that he jerk off in front of me."

"Holy shit," I laughed. "Why?"

"Because I enjoyed the control."

"O-kay," I accepted as I finished off what was to be hers and Mum's lasagna.

"Out comes his cock- already hard- and he starts stroking it, more freaked out and embarrassed than ever now, but obviously enjoying the real live show I was giving him. Yup, I got right up on his bed for him, spread my legs a little and everything."

"Panties?"

"A black thong."

"It couldn't have taken him very long."

"About thirty seconds, as I recall," she replied, following me to her living room with her drink to join me with mine on her couch. "I just loved it, watching his sperm squirting out the way it did with that expression on his face as he stared at my crotch... Oooh, yeah. After that, I told him that his cock was just like his father's, and that I was going to his and his mother's bedroom to eat her pussy while he fucked me. That had quite an effect."




Sera Ch. 21



"I'll bet it did."

"The following Saturday, I came to his room again and he was all excited, expecting god only knew what, but getting what he never would have. Expected, that is. Anyway, I gave him this dirty little smile, grabbed his hand and, without a word of explanation, hurried him up to his parent's room and into their small walk-in closet. The lights were dimmed and he had no idea what was going on when I held my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. Well, he found out less than ten minutes later.

"I returned with his parents and he watched them... use me. Hector gently pushed me down on the bed and both he and Judy started groping me, playing their little game and eventually taking my clothes off. He watched his father fuck me while I ate his mother like I'd described. He watched his mother being fucked while I sucked her clit. He watched me sucking his father's dick while his mother licked and fingered her naughty little maid until she came. He even watched his mother taking his father's entire load down her throat and beg for more like a cumslut."

"Holy shit," I sincerely expressed.

"Oh yeah. Heh. He may have been a virgin, but I saw to it that he got a good audio/visual education that day, and who better than his parents to teach him, right? (Giggle!)"

"Oh my god," I laughed with her, "But this story isn't over yet, is it?"

"Not by a long shot, kid. I came back on Wednesday to find Judy wasn't there. I started my cleaning, working my way to the living room where they were watching sports again. Of course, Hector was hoping his son would leave, but I knew he was desperate simply for knowing his son might not leave.

"In fact, I think they were both sitting out there in the hopes that I'd give them a repeat performance, though they both acted like this wasn't the case for each other's sake, so I came into the room with a cheery greeting and went about my work. After about five minutes, Hector cleared his throat and asked me if I wouldn't mind showing off my panties again."

"Of course, you didn't."

"Ha! I love showing off my panties, but it went differently that time. That time, I came right over to where they were, right in front of the couch and within their easy reach before I slowly pulled the lower part of the uniform up. Also this time, I was wearing black stockings and garter belt with a pair of sexy little black lace panties. With a nice smile, I hiked it up far enough that they could see it all, slowly turning for them and everything. Preston asked me to spread my legs and bend over, much to his father's delight, and they sat there checking out that view until Hector asked me to take the uniform right off.

"A minute later, I'm dressed only in my black lingerie, my sexy little matching lace bra and-"

"Like Mum," I interrupted with a horny leer as I pictured the scene she described.

"What?"

"She usually always wears matching sets too."

"Oh. Yeah, I know. I don't necessarily, but she pretty much always did. Anyway, one thing leads to another and I end up on the couch between them. They both get into my bra, each one sucking on a nipple as Judy walks in."

"Okay..."

"Well, she wasn't... She wasn't mad, so much as shocked. See, its one thing for a horny male mind to actually convince himself to play with a woman along with his son or father, but most women, even Judy, would have a hard time understanding it. Some might even take it totally the wrong way but, luckily, Judy was more shocked than anything. They didn't even see her at first. I was sitting between them on the couch at that point, and she just sort of looked at me while her son watched his father's hand slip down the front of my panties."

"Oh my god," I breathed, picturing this as she smiled at my reaction. "And you don't even have the Jedi Spell."

"She shrugged with a proud smile before going on with, "By the time they did finally notice her, Justin was taking a happy turn down my panties while rubbing himself through his pants. The poor kid was so turned on, he didn't know what the fuck to do with himself, and that's when he looked up and saw her."

"I can well imagine his reaction."

"I bet you can," she laughed, fixing me with a knowing look. "He froze, one hand in my panties, the other on his crotch, every muscle in his body suddenly going tight. It was such an immediate reaction that even his father noticed it. Heh. I remember how he knew what it was that brought that reaction from Justin."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well... they just look at her standing there while she looks back. Mind you, all this time, I was really getting off on what her men were doing to me on the couch, and I wasn't holding that back while I looked her right in the eye. By the time her presence was brought to their attention, she felt as uncomfortable as Hector and Justin did for having watched it go on as long as she did. Of course, they didn't see it that way, so it was almost like some showdown of guilty justifications, if you can imagine, and I'm sure you can."

"You're so funny."

"By this time, she not only felt guilty for having watched, but had also been turned on by it. I didn't fully understand it at the time, not at the age I was then, but Judy was suffering from 'fears of her years', if you know what I mean. Her inhibitions had been broken down by the relationship she and her husband had been having with me in trade for feeling young and wild again. For example, she'd never had a woman before me and I suppose a first time for something like that would make someone in her position feel a little younger in an exhilarated way, but she was quite open thanks to my presence and direct encouragement in her life. I wasn't just her and her husband's maid and plaything, but also her friend. I was the one who was pushing her to dress sexy, to feel better about herself, to use the natural assets she had and show the other women she associated with what she could really be.

"The classic bad influence?" I quipped, adjusting my full erection as her eyes followed this movement.

"Yeah, that's right. So, there she is in her sexy, black skirt, showing some cleavage in her yellow polo-top, face red as a fire hydrant as she's trying to figure out what to do next. I get up and walk over to her, knowing I've got to stick my oar in at this point before Hector lets it all go to hell in a handbag."

"I imagine so."

"I started with a little hug and a soft kiss, just something to relax her a little and tell her that everything was alright. Then I worked my way around the back of her, kissing the side of her neck, smelling her perfume and doing all those things I naturally know women love. She was actually quite susceptible to that type of attention, and she didn't even notice when I pulled her skirt up."

"No way."

"She was a very passionate woman, and of course... well, this is one of the many experiences I'd had with people that made me eventually seek out Mum for answers."

"I'm told that people have a way of going along with you."

"It's true. Back then, I thought people just liked me because I'm attractive but, in the years to come, I started to see... Anyway... yeah, I pulled her skirt right up in front of her husband and son. Her eyes were closed, but Hector's were as wide as Preston's. She had a very low rise pair of pink panties on and they both just stared at them while I moved on to her polo top. This, she noticed, but not until I already had it over the swell of her tits. She was so surprised she just stood there and let me finish. She had on a nice white bra, one of the sexy ones I'd convinced her to buy, and one possible reason for her not stopping me could have been the sight of her son rubbing his stiffie through his pants again. Poor little bastard never even realized he was doing it. Meanwhile, Hector's too turned on to be able to decide what, if anything, he should be doing.

"Leaving you to decide."

"Who else? I slowly sink to my knees, caressing and kissing her back the whole way down to her ass cheeks. As I've said, she just loved this kind of attention; that soft foreplay always got her so revved up... She didn't stop me when her panties came slowly down. Didn't stop me when I began kissing between the bottoms of her ass cheeks and not even when I spread them and started licking."

"Right in front of-"

"Yep. Right in front of her son, and he's really freaking out now. His mother's thighs are parted and he can totally see her shaved snatch and my fingers poking their way up inside it from behind. Still, Hector can't make a move other than getting his prick out of his pants as he's watching his wife nearing climax right there in front of them. Justin's looking at his father, just as amazed that he's allowing this as he's amazed that his mother is. When he sees his dad's meat come out, his jaw kind of drops and he watches him stroke it while he keeps stroking his own. The only thing that gets his eyes off this sight is Judy suddenly shouting in orgasm. She really got off too, the horny broad. God, I loved her. I pushed her ahead a little and she didn't fight me when I pulled her down to the couch with me. She was still trying to put herself back together, I think. She didn't seem to care when Hector pulled one of her tits out and started playing with her nipple in front of Justin. I took it upon myself to get Justin's cock out for him and, of course, he didn't stop me."

"Of course," I half teased.

With that now familiar, sexually evil smile suddenly on her face, she reached over and grabbed my member through my pants, making me jump. My reaction made her laugh with soft satisfaction before continuing with her perverted story.

"Justin groaned and wouldn't stop the entire time I sucked his cock. He was like a live wire and I had to stop or slow down a few times before he blew his top. For his parents, we'd become a sex scene for them to watch, both Judy's tits out now with her panties completely gone. Hector's fingers played with her clit as she twitched to the pleasure they gave. Her thighs were spread wide and, as I sucked him, Justin openly watched his mother's pleasure. The horny thing came again like that too, again right in front of him."

Sheila, grinning wider as she spoke, took her time about opening the front of my pants, sticking her hand inside and grabbing my long, thick staff and pulling it out into the open.

"So, now we're in this naughty little tangle of flesh on their couch. I started necking with Judy, crawling right on top of her with Hector's cock between our faces. His pants were gone and he and his wife co-operated in removing my bra and panties. Hector's hand was between my legs again, and I abandoned Judy for his hard dick, sucking on that one for a while. By the time I stopped, Justin was fondling his mother's tits while his father still just looked on, even when he made her yip and squeal at his attention to her nipples. The three of us... sort of slowed down on each other and just got off on watching this kid get braver and braver with his mother. It was so... good. He even knew we were getting off on it and... Soon he was sucking those nipples."

"And she just let him?"

"Totally. She was still there with her thighs spread as far as they'd go, and that's where he started feeling next. Um, I encouraged his tongue to her pussy and... oh my god, the sight of his father jerking himself off while watching his son eat his mother's pussy... I came right there. Nobody was even touching my pussy at the time, but I was so worked up and the whole scene was so fucking hot. You know, I still often think about that when I have to masturbate? Even to this day."

"Uhh! Sheila, yu-"

"And it was this... scene where everybody'd delightfully lost their minds for a brief time and... everything was okay because we were all so turned on and all we wanted was to be satisfied. After Justin made his mother cum by sucking her clit, we all sort of became this collection of body parts. That was all we were and that was all that mattered, not to whom those parts belonged to. A cock was a cock, a pussy was a pussy and Judy loved her son's up inside her as much as she did her husband's."

"Wh- uh- what happened after it was all o- over?"

She'd gotten up from her side of the couch and stooped over me as she replied, pulling my pants down as I lifted my ass to co-operate.

"Well, his mother felt... Have you ever been ashamed of some sexual thing you've done that was totally alright before you orgasmed, when you were still so horny that almost anything went?" Even if it was only masturbation, have you ever felt guilty and despicable over the fantasy you used to get yourself off with once your raging hormones were satisfied?"

"Yeah," I replied as I settled again, kicking my pants off at the same time as she slowly, provocatively hiked her red skirt in front of me.

"Well, unfortunately, that's what Judy experienced. Not right there and then, but a few hours later over a pizza we'd ordered. We were all dressed again and sitting at the kitchen table, the two guys looking hungrily at the both of us by that time, pizza or no," Sheila added with a laugh as her dusty purple thong came into view. "I loved it, knowing I was going to get more, but I saw Judy's guilt coming down on her. She wouldn't look at any of us, her smile had become pasted and, by the time we were done eating, she'd excused herself to hers and Hector's upstairs bedroom."

Slowly down came Sheila's thong as that evil smile returned to her gorgeous little face, her voice taking on a strange note as she continued.

"The three of us sort of looked at each other while we cleaned up afterward. Obviously, we all knew what was going on with her, so there was no need to discuss anything of that nature, the subject being a little raw even for those two, but talking about how we were going to deal with it, ironically, was a lot easier for them."

"Um... howzat?" I asked, looking at her shaved snatch as she stepped out of the purple scrap at her feet to climb into my lap.

"As I said, they were horny again. Yeah, they felt off about it, but... they were horny again. So, I decided that we'd go upstairs and get her a little better used to the idea. She'd actually gone to bed and had changed into this very sexy little slip, so we hopped up on the bed with her to talk, but she wouldn't see our side of things. The whole time, Justin is looking at her nipples in the low cut top of that slip while his father and I are trying to bring her around."

"Was he hard again?" I asked with a knowing grin that was wiped off my face when Sheila ground her bare pussy against my own totally hardened tool.

"Ohhh... Mmm, yeah. She saw it, too," Sheila confirmed.

She clasped her fingers at the back of my neck to commence an incredible grind as she went on, her words sometimes broken for a gasp, or pause while her eyes rolled slightly. I could feel her soaked clit running up and down my dick and it, along with her now leering, almost hissing words, was driving me wild.

"So... u- uhh-h- Hector saw it too, and I knew how much he enjuh- joyed watching his wife getting fu-ucked by another man, even if it was his son. It may have e- even made it b- Ohh... better for him. Oh, sweetie pie, my clit. Oh, sw- ohhh-hh!"

She was incredible. I opened up her blouse, grinding with her to a rhythm we both found as she somehow managed to continue her tale.

"So... he just told her to ssuck... his cock."

"What?" I almost panted, definitely wanting clarification here.

"Hector wore the pan-tsss. He also saw Justin's hardon and how he was looking at his muhh-h... mother. Soon, he had one too, so I whispered into Hector's ear and he just told her to suck aww!- on Justin's cock and to make him cum. Wh- while she did that, he fucked her and I got to be the gal lick... licking her clit when she orga-! Ohhhhhh-ohhhhhh-hh!?"

She'd angled her pelvis so that her lips would take up the head of my cock, and I felt myself slowly slipping inside of her tunnel, her bra bound breasts in my hands as her blouse hung open. I swear I bunted her cervix when I felt her lips around the base of my pole. The feeling was mind blowing, as it must have been for her if one were judging by her expression. She pressed herself, grinding hard and slow, moving her ass in small circles, then figure eights as her eyes closed, face tilted to the ceiling.

I started actually feeling something from inside of her, a subtle and deep, physical vibration. Her eyes opened, her head flopping forward as they rolled in their sockets in an effort to lock on mine. This vibration got stronger and hit my engorged organ like nothing I'd ever experienced, and I soon felt my own eyes rolling in their sockets as my entire body began to tremble and vibrate like hers, our intermittent throbbing coming to a perfect synchronization between us. The best way I can describe this sensation is by comparing it to two of those vibrating game controllers pressed together, the mind shattering pleasure it brought us like nothing else.

We came so suddenly, so hard, both of us finding one another's eyes just in the nick of time, just in time to be swept away to the womb, the first one we ever knew. Our mother lay dying around us as we explored the finite little body, our new universe of being, and found within its most complicated organ a place to reside. Much like the heat and lights slowly coming on in a cold building, the small form in fluid suspension took from our inhabitation, organs, dermis, limbs and digits all responding to the new power source that was us.



Sera Ch. 22



Kitten

Getting comfortable at the Ross house didn't happen all at once, to be sure. This was different from how I felt at the hotel, and I almost envied our hosts for going blissfully on under our influence while my mind spun with so many filthy possibilities and all the anxieties that came with them.

Auntie Kathleen, however, seemed completely at ease, both of us interacting with the man of the house during our tour, but she with such ease and sincerity that it couldn't have been just an act. She was incredible and seemed somehow different with the Ross's, but not in terms of seeming like a different person so much as coming off as more fully the person that she was. I also wondered if it was really she who seemed different, or if it was just my changed perspective.

The rest of the house, including the large family room in the basement with the pool table, huge screen TV and old fashioned arcade games, was as nice as the living room and backyard. Even being used to much better, much grander surroundings at the family estate, I could easily appreciate their home and understand Mr. Ross's pride when he showed it off for us, often speaking to me directly and once winking with a friendly charm in his wife's absence.

I could almost taste my own excitement when our tour ended with the spacious master bedroom, just as Auntie had dictated. The walls were white amidst a lot of light to medium shades of green with dark wooden furniture that looked antique by style, but not in how the weight of the pieces seemed to sit on the dark hardwood floor. The most remarkable thing in the room wasn't the totally huge, king size bed, rather Pammy and her two sons standing with slightly confused expressions, probably as to why they were there.

However, like the proper hostess ought to, Pammy handed out drinks on our arrival, watching curiously, yet proudly as her husband showed us their enormous walk in closet and the beautiful ensuite bathroom. When he was finished, we three stood with those three to make six, Mr. Ross looking around at his family, then at us with a confident grin. His eyes darted to my chest for an instant before looking to see if Pammy saw.

Taking advantage, I arched my back, shrugging out of my jacket while noting how well our instruction had taken with the men. After a 'casual' glance, they performed a double take when they saw my nipples working against my cammie. I gave Mr. Ross a nice, cheery smile.

"Uh, here, lemme take that for you," he managed, moving suddenly, but a little stiffly to take my jacket.

"Thanks, I said, adding, "You're cute. (Giggle)"

He flushed a little, but laughed it off with a glance down my top and another guilty one for his wife.

"It is warm," Auntie noted. "Pam, will you help me with this?"

Up until then, Pammy had been looking with muted astonishment at how her husband had somewhat openly made eyes at my body, her jaw working a little as she now regarded Auntie. Her old friend gestured to her sweater by seductively moving her shoulders and Pammy jerked forward on command, reaching for the button at her neck to undo it with trembly hands. Before she could completely slip it from her shoulders, Auntie leaned forward with a grin I wouldn't even begin trying to describe and began whispering in her ear.

Pammy's movements immediately slowed as she concentrated on whatever she was being told, eyes widening before Auntie drew back. While she herself seemed unaware of the traditional and social wrongness of another woman taking Auntie's sweater, her son's didn't. They watched this closely as Mr. Ross tossed my jacket on the bed.

"That's better," Auntie warmly enthused just before giving our hostess a soft kiss on the lips.

There was a brief silence while the collective Ross family jaw dropped, Pammy's too as she stared at my smiling Auntie.

For his part, the head of the household fairly struggled to remain proper and, while he'd certainly noticed Auntie before, it was only now that he took his increasingly roaming eyes from me to place on the voluptuous blonde that Richard and David had been more surreptitiously ogling. When Auntie took a step back from his wife, we could all see her nipples fighting their confines as mine were. Auntie had become very horny.

Mocking wary surprise, Auntie almost hissed at her, "Uh... they seemed to like that," before laughing low and devilishly at David and Richard.

" ... I-" Pammy finally managed before I interrupted.

"Let's all get up on the bed!"

I didn't even look back as I wiggled my bum to the huge bedroom piece, climbing up on the seemingly vast, padded surface and making my way on hands and knees over the dark green duvet towards the pillows. I was giddy with the knowledge of what kind of view this would afford the others, even blushing when I did turn to settle myself with my back to the impressively wide headboard.

Auntie was already climbing up, a wild, dizzy smile of excitement dancing in her eyes as she sat across from me. The men, Mr. Ross leading by example, broke ranks with his wife to join us. He sat beside me and to my right, taking a much more than casual look down my cammie that his wife didn't see as he got settled. He smiled and winked at me, making me giggle as Richard settled to his right, between him and Auntie. As David settled to Auntie's right, both he and his older brother took a daring look at her boobies. Richard even moved a little closer for a brazen look down her top.

Pammy was still recovering from Auntie's seductive advance and she looked at us all with a questioning expression, her smile again unsure as things now seemed to be moving at a very quick pace from her perspective.

"But, this is... shouldn't we go to the veranda, or...?"

"Why?" Auntie asked with a raised brow. "This is much cozier and you can sit right here beside me. David, make way for your Mum."

He obliged, his disappointment not so great for that kiss he'd seen between the two older women. 'Mummy' then patted the spot he'd vacated, looking at Pammy with erotic expectation.

Pammy's flush renewed itself, yet her smile eventually took greater control as she looked at her feet, unable to dispute some enjoyment of that kiss on her part. Regarding the bed, however, and for what it was worth, the amount of will we'd allowed her to keep balked again.

"Well... it just seems-"

"Hands up, who wants Pam on the bed with us?"

"I do," Mr. Ross said, putting his hand up and smiling around the circle, winking at me again and getting a giggle in return.

Shifting eyes to the younger Ross's, I watched them throw in with their father without looking at him, still red faced, but forcing casual attitudes to overlay their excitement. Their inhibitions, as Auntie had instructed, were as relaxed as those of their more aggressive father. Of course, both Auntie and I voted in favour so, along with her discomfort, Pammy boarded the bed no matter how she felt about it.

"Now, isn't this better?" Auntie challenged with a smile, leaning forward just enough so that her big boobies nicely loaded her top, for anyone who cared to notice such things.

All three males in the group cared to notice such things, looking down her pullover to agree with smiles, Pammy vaguely upset again at Mr. Ross's wandering eyes.

"I love little get-togethers like this," Auntie enthused to her old friend. "Nice and quiet, but fun."

"Mmm..." Pammy agreed with a worried and slightly confused expression. "But I think this drink has made me a little tipsy. I'd better cut back."

"No," Auntie countermanded. "Loosen up a bit, Pam."

" ... I'm going to loosen up a bit."

"Great idea," Auntie said with a note of laughter as she glanced at me. "In fact, all of you loosen up. Don't take your usual inhibitions or silly little personal hang-ups about things like sex quite as seriously tonight."

They nodded and voiced smiling, curious agreement, but their light confusion remained apparent. Pammy's uncomfortable smile conveyed that she wasn't really the type to loosen up, but she did with the control we had over her.

"We're all going to have some harmless fun tonight," Auntie summed up before I eagerly got things started.

"Yeah. Just a little fun. Um, Mummy, kiss Pammy again."

This idea was received well by the men despite their hesitation to completely show it.

"Heh. Who wants to see me kiss Pamela again? Hands?"

"Kathleen..." Pammy complained with a disbelieving smile, her face turning crimson.

"It's just a kiss, dear," her husband said.

I couldn't believe it and I actually giggled at Mr. Ross's encouragement as his hand raised to the level of his grin.

"Yeah Mum, it's just a kiss," Richard seconded, glancing at his father with a face turning almost as red as his mother's, his hand raising as well.

Pammy's jaw couldn't drop any lower in astonishment as long as she continued smiling with it. The lack of comment from her other red faced, clearly excited son only accented the elevation of his hand all the more.

Interestingly enough, this was not really a result of our influence, apart from the three of them honestly answering Auntie's question. In this case, they co-operated as we'd instructed by simply telling the truth. I giggled again, even almost forgetting to raise my own hand.

"Well Pam," Auntie judged with good natured finality, "it's unanimous."

Auntie then set her lips to those of her old friend, their eyes locked, boobies pressing together. Auntie's more erotic contact lasted much longer this time and ended with a mind numbing, "swerp."

"Oh my fuck..." Richard toned in awe.

One could actually feel the silent agreement in the room as Pammy tried to pull herself together. She no longer seemed sure of smiling as she stared at Auntie.

"Mmm... yummy," Auntie leered at the men. "Now, who wants to watch her kiss me back?"

"I do," Richard said almost immediately, getting agreement from Mr. Ross, then David as the three of them waited with obvious anticipation.

"But Dan..." she trailed off, her disbelieving smile making an unwanted comeback.

"It's harmless, baby," Auntie said as her eyes roamed Pammy's body, "And you know you want to. Isn't that why you're smiling at me?"

"Uh... I... Well, yes..."

Pammy's first kiss was brief, almost explorative before going back for a more prolonged gesture, her eyes swooning in Auntie's Jedi stare. She was soon kissing with great passion, caressing the side of Auntie's face and holding her close with a gentle hand on the back of her neck. When she stopped, licking Auntie's lips once before moving away, it was like this incredible moment where everything paused and everybody just silently spazzed, including Auntie and I. Seeing the timing, however, I managed to inject a little something helpful to peel everyone from the ceiling.

"(Giggle) Um, you have a really nice house, Mr. Ross."

"Th- thanks, Kitten," he somehow replied, yet sincerely complimented and managing to joke afterward "At times like this, I think it's the AC that I like best about it,"

There was no mistaking the double meaning, and I giggled again along with Auntie while his sons smiled nervously, however taking this as free license to check out Auntie a little more openly.

"Oh, I enjoy the outdoors, even in heat like this," she put in a little more seriously while unapologetically running her eyes up and down Pammy's body, "but I try to limit my exposure because of melanoma and such. The numbers have been on the rise, and it's a lot more serious than most people think."

"People have died from melanoma," Pammy injected, suddenly more at ease with this meaningless conversation. "I never expose myself if I don't have to."

"I'm sure you don't," Auntie quipped, going on as though the two really were old friends and this conversation was happening over coffee at Tim's. "I mean, nothing replaces the beach, especially the Italia sand but, if you spend any amount of time in places like that and really get to know the local flavour of the people, you'll see they don't hold their age well. Far better to hit the pool and get inside at regular intervals to avoid aging to a leather boot. Of course, that would be a fine, Italian, leather boot..."

The look in Pammy's eyes changed when Auntie implied she'd been to 'Italia'. She even laughed at her joke as Mr. Ross smiled at me and looked down my cammie again.

"And there's nothing like the privacy of one's own pool," Auntie observed before taking a sip of her drink.

"Yes," Pammy agreed with a smile, her eyes momentarily caught by her old friend's nipples, "although I wait until it's only myself and Dan at home, and I certainly don't enjoy bearing all for strangers at the beach."

"Oh god, I do," Auntie laughed.

Pammy laughed as well, but hesitantly. Her sons mentally undressed the incredible blonde, whose darkly flashing, hazel eyes regularly picked up theirs for brief dances before moving on.

"But, it's mostly young men," Auntie clarified. "They're naturally very horny and curious, especially about my tits."

"A- your- yes, I... I suppose..." Pammy stumbled, glancing almost fearfully at her two sons before offering further reply. "Although, our boys are well brought up. Perverted thoughts don't run through their minds."

"Perverted thoughts?" Auntie perked.

"Yes," Pammy replied.

"Like... what kind of perverted thoughts?"

" ... Uh, well... you know the kind of thoughts that boys usually run around with in their heads," she uncomfortably related, adding, "About women. Like what you just mentioned about them looking at your breasts."

"Like what, though?" I pressed as her husband enjoyed me sitting with my legs curled under my bum on their bed.

"Yes, be more specific," Auntie supported.

"Well, it would be impolite to say."

"No it wouldn't, Auntie refuted simply. "Forget about what you think of as impolite, or wrong. Tell us what kind of perverted thoughts about women you think young men run around with."

"Uh... well... Oh my. Well, they uh, look at women and imagine them naked. They think about taking their clothes off and... feeling them up and things."

"What things?" I asked, locking eyes with Mr. Ross.

"Well... sticking their har- (ahem) hard... penises in places where they don't belong. Most young men are always running around with big, hard penises, looking at women like we only exist to satisfy them and their perverted needs."

"Oh Pam," Auntie scoffed with a chuckle. "That's normal for young men."

"Not for my boys, it isn't. They've been brought up better."

"Well, they sure seemed to like watching you and I kissing, so..."

"But... Well, that- that's different," she quickly tried to defend. "That's... okay."

"Of course it is, baby."

With that, Auntie leaned closer and began passionately kissing Pammy again. Pammy, after swooning to Auntie's eyes, began returning this attention, moaning a long, barely audible tone of simple pleasure as their lips made soft wet sounds in the otherwise silent room.

"Mmmm..." Auntie toned, totally horned up when they were finished.

"Uhh-hh... umm..." Pammy dithered.

The Ross men were again speechless, immobile and vacantly receptive as Auntie kept at poor Pammy in a leering, yet encouraging tone.

"Don't you ever have perverted thoughts about men?" Auntie asked.

"I- Well, sometimes- I mean, not perverted. Not like that," she again tried to explain with some desperation as that helpless grin threatened to reappear.

"Uh huh," Auntie chuckled knowingly.

"No, my thoughts about men are clean and... romantic."

"So, you think of men other than your husband, although in a clean and romantic way," Auntie summed up.

"No! It- it's-"

"Why do I get the feeling it includes young men doing some very perverted thing with you?"

Pammy's jaw dropped as her guiltiest grin broke free.

"Pamela," Auntie placated, "it's okay, we're all allowed to say whatever we want now. ... Um, tell us more about your fantasies. How old are the men you think about?"

"They're... around twenty-five."

"'Around' twenty-five?"

"Well, n- no older."

"Oh. So, eighteen to twenty-five, huh?"

Pammy nodded uncertainly.

"And what do these boys do for you?"

A moment of utter silence went by as Pammy turned an even deeper shade of red before replying with that returning smile of guilt, "They- they um, caress. They caress me. I like that."

"Do you caress yourself, Pamela?"

"Uh, yes. Yes, I..."

"Mmm. So do I. Now tell us... These boys, are their penises big and hard?"

"Oh... well, yes. Not always, but yes."

"What happens when they are?" Auntie pressed on. "Do they get into places they don't belong?"

"No, it's not like... I mean, they're caressing me and their penises are... against me. Pressed up against me.

"Are you naked?"

"Sometimes."

"The young men?"

"Usually not."

"What are they wearing?"

"Uhm... briefs."

"Interesting," Auntie remarked, shooting me a look in relation to this preference that Pammy and I apparently had in common. "And yourself when you're not naked?"

"I... I wear something small. Something that barely covers and that I ha- have to keep working at..."

"At keeping yourself covered," Auntie finished with a sexy leer.

"Yes."

"While these young men, plural I might add, caress you?"

"(Ahem) Y-yes."

"Very interesting."

"(Giggle!)" I agreed.

"What about women? Have you ever been with one besides our kissing?" Auntie asked, further perking the eyes and ears of the already quite attentive men.

"No."

"In your fantasies?"

"Well, I... uhh..."

"That'd be a yes," I commented with a knowing smile.

Pammy looked at me with mild panic and I actually felt a little bad for her, but not so bad that I couldn't giggle a bit with Auntie's quiet laughter before she went on.

"And how old are these women?"

"Uhh..." She hesitated, "mostly younger... women. Oh, my."

"It's alright, Pammy," I told her with a smile, then assuring, "You can kiss me if you want."

That disbelieving smile notched up despite her show of resistance to the idea, and there was no mistaking the opinions of the men in the group. I'd guess Auntie caught that as well, putting my offer to a less than inhibited group vote.

"Who wants to see Pamela and Kitten making out?"

Mr. Ross grinned, his hand going up with little hesitation, his two sons again following his example in gesture and facial expression.

Pammy was more nervous with me, hesitating after the results were in, but still wearing that smile, a little bigger now. I wondered if she was aware of how easy it made reading her, and if the others were reading her as easily. There was no doubt Auntie was as she encouraged her across the circle with a gentle hand on her lower back.

I got to my knees and received her in my arms with a nice little girly smile, softly kissing her lips as I started caressing her sides. She shivered and began hesitantly kissing back, soon moaning a little, so low that I was the only one to hear as I squeezed her hips just enough...

I gave them a show, slowly, softly grinding my pelvis against hers, my hands caressing up her back, between her shoulder blades as our necking became more intense. Pammy's hands were now lightly massaging my back and sides, pausing at the edges of my boobies to take her turn squeezing just enough...

I must admit, I was probably as lit up as she was when we stopped. The men were blown away, every drop of blood having vacated their skulls in favour of rushing madly to their groins. The end result was a boner in each of their pants, awkward and clearly visible, that none wanted to call attention to by adjusting with their hands. Pammy saw them and stared with more disbelief as they finally looked away in some discomfort, subtly squirming to try and rectify their situations in a more surreptitious manner.




Sera Ch. 22



"Do you think perverted stuff about women, Mr. Ross?" I asked.

Pammy jerked her eyes from the front of her son's pants, glad to have somewhere else to look, while expectantly awaiting her husband's uncomfortably honest answer. The look on his face, as his first instinct to lie was overrun by our previous instructions that they co-operate, was just priceless.

"Uh... well, yeah."

"Dan..." his wife softly spoke with surprise and a lightly furrowed brow.

"Well, he did give you two children," Auntie pointed out.

"That's different. I'm his wife and... well..."

"Um... have you been thinking stuff about me, Mr. Ross?" I probed further.

"Y- uhh... well yes, I-"

"Oh, Dan..." Pammy repeated, more disturbed this time.

"I'm sorry dear, it's just... I'm a man."

"Well, that's no excuse-"

"I'm sure Dan's fantasies are no more perverted than yours. Let's hear it, Dan."

This effectively silenced Pammy to listen with the rest of us as her husband began telling us of his fantasy by first looking at my chest, then speaking haltingly.

"I uh... Heh, well, I fantasize about... having a little thing to play with... You know."

"I think so," Auntie said, again flashing me a glance, "but do elaborate."

"(Ahem) schoolgirls." I fantasize about sex with a... a little schoolgirl that looks like..."

He trailed off here, but another lingering glance at me said all there was to say. Another moment of silence passed until Auntie quietly cleared her throat, briefly regarding the two Ross boys with a growing smile while directing Mr. Ross.

"Dan... you should take your pants off."

He was a little surprised, his horny grin faltering just a little before he stated, "I should take my pants off."

"(Giggle)" I commented, adding "And your shirt."

"And my shirt," he confirmed.

He began unhitching his trousers as though his family wasn't even there, and then it was my turn to be surprised, albeit pleasantly. He wore my favourite underwear on a man, those being briefs. They were black and somewhat small with a nice, approximately eight inch length of hard meat holding the entire front panel from his body. His big, swollen balls helped in this and made it possible to see the sides of his shaft near the base while his head almost cleared the waistband. Of course, this was Pammy's doing and I looked at her appreciatively as I moaned aloud.

"Ohhh, Mummy..."

I flashed a hungry look at Auntie before further acquainting my eyes with his decidedly nicely wrapped meat, finally reaching out to hook my index finger in the waistband of his briefs, right beside his tip. He goggled at my innocent little smile as I slowly began pulling his briefs down. I paused when I could see his big, shiny cockhead, covered in precum that also stuck to his light glory trail.

I kept pulling them down, slowly as he twitched to the waistband's grinding contact with the front of his quite impressive manhood. Soon, his balls were hanging free and, holding his briefs down with that one finger, I used my other hand to lightly support them, testing their weight as guys like to do with boobies. He moaned a little and my hand slowly found its way to the base of his thick shaft. Softly, nervously biting my lower lip, I stroked him all the way up to that nicely circumcised head to play with it.

"Uhh! Uhhh... ohh-hh, fu-!" he conveyed.

I loved the feel of it, this strange cock that was all mine and right in front of his wife. I soon had him excitingly lubed with his own secretions as I stroked him to twitching and groaning pleasure. I actually giggled out loud, staring as though I was the one who was influenced.

"Oooh, Pammie," I practically squealed, "I love your husband's cock!"

I looked around to see her watching aghast what I was doing with her husband and, with my innocent schoolgirl's smile and voice, I made the last inquiry she ever would've expected, though she maybe should have by then.

"Pammy, do you like to suck cock?"

She could only gasp afresh.

"Cause, I do."

The look on her face when I got down on my hands and knees to begin licking the sticky precum from his flat belly, then his cockhead made me wonder if she knew about giving head at all. I licked his tool a little, giggling when I heard one of his sons groan before I opened my mouth and covered his head. Sucking and playing with his rim, I nevertheless wasted little time before slowly feeding myself his quivering shaft.

Pammy only repeated in wonder, "Oh! Ohhh...! Ooooh, Dan..."

"Nggaa-aah..." he replied.

"Oh my fuuuck," Richard breathed.

I began sucking like a good little slut, Mr. Ross's pelvis soon pushing in rhythm as he groaned and often cried out, one hand on the back of my head as I choked and slobbered on his pole in front of his entire family. Every thirty seconds or so, the exciting wrongness of it all would kick in, my horny picking it up to run with it over and over until I was close to orgasm without even being touched. I let it out of my mouth, slowly jacking him and looking up wantonly.

"Oh my god..." Pammy gaped with sincere wonder. "I can't believe I just watched that..."

"Don't mind her, Pam," Auntie excused while clearly trying not to laugh. "It's just a thing she likes to do."

"Uhhh..." Pammy replied uncertainly.

While still tripping over her morals to some diminished degree, she was clearly turned on by the show I'd been putting on with her husband's slippery stage prop, but Auntie wasn't at a loss for where to go next, this time surprising even me.

"Dan, feel free to live out your own fantasies with Kitten."

"Mummy!"

"Kathleen!"

"Wha-at?" she mocked both Pammy and I as though this were nothing, then winking at Richard and David and asking, "How about it? Your dad's a good guy and he deserves a little piece of pound cake, hm?"

They laughed at this, nodding as both Pammy and I gasped. The difference, although not having expected to be directed as well, was that I was enjoying this unexpected twist.

"Yeah," Richard formally decided, his inner exuberance for this becoming bolder as was that of his younger brother's, neither of them waiting for their daddy's expected approval this time.

"Oh, but... right in front of the boys?" Pammy asked, her shameful excitement over this filthy little possibility charging her smile further. "I just wonder if we shu- ... Oh, Dan..."

I giggled at her husband's thumb and forefinger grabbing my saucy little nipple through my cammie.

"Gimmie a break, Pam," he breathed.

"But the boys are watch-"

"Yeah, Mum," Richard chimed in, "Dad's a good guy and he deserves a piece of pound cake."

She could only gawp at him and his incredible, influenced judgment as David drove things even further in an unsure tone that was just loud enough to be heard.

"Mum, take her shirt off and suck on her nipples with Dad."

"David! Why would you want to see your mother-?"

"Yeah, suck her nipples," Richard reinforced, glancing at his younger brother with some derisive humour, but also with a new, warped respect that I would have missed before Auntie Ashleigh opened my eyes.

"Ohh... I can't believe this," Pammy said, shaking her head in true disbelief, but actually laughing a little as she approached me and Mr. Ross.

"Oh, get over yourself," Auntie joked. "It's not about you, it's just two women. Guys love that."

As Pammy helped her husband remove my cammie, I enjoyed the hapless awe in her son's faces as they looked on, trying not to giggle at their expressions. Their daddy was certainly enjoying participation in his wife's first real lesbian experience, probably having daydreamed about something like this happening a trillion times, never expecting Auntie and I to walk in and make it a reality for him. Isn't it funny how life works out sometimes? As for me, I loved it, the horny wrongness of it all, the wild, psychological satisfaction that Auntie understood so well.

Mr. Ross took a moment to appreciate my topless state before grabbing a booby, gently pulling on my nipple again before bending his head to lay it over with his tongue, then to suck it into his mouth. Pammy was more hesitant, her nervous smile having faded a little with the prospect that she was really going to do this. I moaned just as softly as her lips closed around my bud, taking the back of her head in my hand to press her a little harder, to make sure her mouth would stay on my excited nipple as Mr. Ross's hand slipped up the back of my thigh.

As before, her hesitation soon fell by the wayside, her hand now grabbing my booby to hold it as she sucked. Her husband's hand slid up my bum and began caressing and lightly squeezing my cheeks, his fingers straying closer and closer between my legs. Pammy's breathing got heavier as she licked and sucked lovingly. When she stopped and looked at me, her smile was gone, replaced by an expression that almost begged forgiveness before she and her husband began relieving me of the rest of my clothes. They even smiled at each other as they pulled my panties down and laid me out on my back for their enjoyment.

At first, she only watched her husband as he rubbed wet miffy, holding my thighs spread for him as though I was fighting them, but she was soon encouraged further.

"Feel her cunt," Mr. Ross instructed with a tone shaky with excitement.

"Mmmm..." she replied.

Her wordless comment made it sound as though she thought this mightn't be a good idea, but she placed fingers as shaky as her husband's tone over my clitoris just the same. With that smile that turned me on so and her lips slightly parted, probably in awe of her own actions, she began rubbing in slow, light circles that made me moan out loud as I looked imploringly up at her. Mr. Ross's fingers joined hers, stroking my lips and soon penetrating miffy while my moans got higher in both volume and pitch.

They kept this up, Pammy becoming more and more comfortable with it until my orgasm hit me so hard and so fast, it even surprised her. The attractive, upper class matron's fingers stopped only momentarily as I cried out, continuing again as Mr. Ross's digits found my G-spot and drove me wild.

"Right on, Dad," Richard grinned as the throes of my pleasure overload subsided.

David seemed almost lost in erotic desire as he also watched but, rather than encouraging his father, further instructed his mother.

"Mu- (ahem) Mum, lick her pussy. Suck on her clit."

Poor Pammy. She could barely come to acceptance of one act of incredible carnality before she was told to commit an even more incredible one. Again, her expression conveyed shock and hesitation, but she lowered her face to my crotch. From between my still spread thighs, she gave me a wild look that somehow expressed a sort of apologetic attitude before Mr. Ross gently pushed her face into miffy.

At first, her hot tongue took short, unsure strokes up my spread lips before she closed her eyes and applied more pressure, taking her time and licking further and further up towards my clitoris until she was circling it. Her eyes were closed and it was clear she enjoyed this, even sliding her hands up my tummy and to my sides as her husband watched in utter fascination while fondling my boobies. It wasn't long before she gave me another orgasm, this one even more intense as her hands now restrained me. She kept licking, moving down to my lips and covering them to suck from miffy in such a way as to bring about a third orgasm, right on the heels of the last one.

I gladly accepted Mr. Ross's cock when he presented it to my mouth, taking it in as readily as he pushed. From there, I sort of lost track of time, tossed to and fro in a stormy sea of sexual depravity and release that seemed to have no end until he yelled in that way men do when they cum. Hips jerking spasmodically, he squirted the back of my throat repeatedly as one of my hands rested on his bum, the other holding the base of his cock as though to make sure it couldn't go anywhere until he was done serving me.

Of course, I swallowed it all as I knew he'd want me to. It was so good that even Pammy stopped to watch with clear and unmistakable awe, shame and approval on her face at the same time.

Richard and David were still rock hard, obviously having adjusted themselves as they'd watched the action. They couldn't hide the dirty and fun reality of what really went on in their minds, despite Pammy's claims on their behalf.

"Richard, David," Auntie hailed, "why don't you two dears take your clothes off?"

She'd said it as though suggesting they sample the banana bread at a church supper and the effect, influence or no, was lost on nobody, but especially not Pammy. While Mr. Ross seemed mostly unconcerned, what with my hand still slowly squeezing and stroking his throbbing shaft, the bottom of Pammy's world seemed to threaten breakaway. From between my thighs, however, that grin flashed once again, reminding me of how Auntie had challenged her on just how much thought she'd been putting into young men's hard penises. Auntie herself wore a knowing, almost giddy smile of excitement at her reaction and there was little question of how wild things were about to get.

Having been watching from the sidelines while their hapless parents performed up until then, the younger Ross generation was taken aback by Auntie's latest instructions. But, with their own renewed flushes and uncertain grins, they began pulling their shirts over their heads with unhurried, somewhat jerky movements that belied the adrenaline coursing through their bodies. They were both in good shape, Richard more than his shorter, slightly thinner brother, but neither measured up to my Stevie as they started on their trousers.

Eyes as big as saucers, Pammy turned away to look at Auntie with an expression that fairly begged for a halt to these proceedings, despite the disbelieving smile that had reappeared.

"Watch this, Pam," Auntie leered. "Watch when the lovely things drop their pants..."

Of course, she could only obey, looking back in time to see Richard opening the front of his cargo shorts, David his pants. Richard wore close fitting, dark blue boxer-briefs while David wore the more traditional, but much shorter than usual boxers. They fit as well as his brother's did, a fact that Pammy couldn't help but notice any more than their long, hard cocks within. As Auntie licked her lips, Pammy commented in a small, but high, wavery voice.

"Ohh my..."

"Mmmm..." Auntie agreed as we all watched the young, stiff meat jostle about while they squirmed on the bed to shed their trousers.

"They must be... very hard..." Pammy commented further.

"Uhmmm... Yeah..." Auntie agreed, adding, "(Giggle!)"

"See for yourself," I told her.

Through my grip on his spent member, I actually felt Mr. Ross flinch at this, but I only giggled wildly as Pammy and both her son's blew several neurons at the implications of my directive. Pammy could only stare with a blank expression of 'OMG!' at her two thunderstruck sons, though since it actually was a directive, her next actions were at least somewhat predictable, despite Auntie's reaction.

"Oh my god, yes..." she enthused as Pammy got back up to her knees with wide eyes, suddenly letting out a single note of laughter.

It was a quickly arrested, short yelp that said so much more than words could have, but also somehow brought her sons to a subtly manageable ease with the situation. Once again, I only caught this reaction on their part because my eyes had been opened.

"Oh... ohh... ohh...," she trembled around her uninhibited, yet guilty smile. Her eyes finally settled, however briefly, upon Richard's face just before moving closer to him. "I can't believe..."

Neither could Richard, but he went along, getting to his knees and also laughing out of raw nerves as much as the good time he couldn't help having.

"(Ahem) Richard, I'm... I'm going to take a look at how big your penis is. Oh god!"

Now we all laughed a little. I looked at an amused Mr. Ross and squeezed his softening cock. This was awesome!

Pammy's hands seemed to flutter about her stupidly grinning, half buzzed, half influenced son's hips until they settled on a direction, moving towards the fly of his snug undergarment. Carefully, and with another short, disbelieving and excited note of laughter, her long nails picked up the seam of his outer fly. He flinched at their contact, then the contact of her other hand as those fingers lightly dragged their nails across the front of his hardness in order to take up the inside seam. He moaned as she slowly pulled the fly apart and open, staring like the rest of us at the enlarging diamond shape of hard penis flesh.

She slowly shook her head, whispering something under her breath that I couldn't catch as she lost herself in the moment. She began pulling up on Richard's underwear, to allow the breach she'd made to show her his tip I suppose but, whether that was truly her intent or not, she laughed with us when his somewhat bulbous, slickened head appeared and somehow found its way outside his underwear.

"Oh my gawwwwd!" she freaked with the biggest smile yet.

Now, both Auntie and I are cheering her on, David and her husband laughing as they watched the daring frivolities that were alright as long as certain inhibitions were relaxed. She let go of his underwear, probably for want of anything else to do at that point, and watched the gap close around his nice seven incher, sliding back down to a relaxed position at its base. She fell backwards and covered her mouth as she stared, laughing with a mortified expression, but in no way making fun of the rock hard member of her family.

Richard was now beet red like his mother, the both of them likely to stay that way for the rest of their lives at this pace, but David's turn was yet to come. The poor guy knelt in apprehension, a frozen smile of blinded shock stamped into his features as his member strained against those admittedly cute, green camouflage boxers. That's when I noticed that one of his balls were already hanging out, swollen and hairless. Pammy noticed it a moment later and moaned the end of her laughter as she now faced her youngest son.

"David, I... Well, I need to see your big penis, dear."

"Uh-" he seemed to agree.

He also flinched, moaning a little as he watched his mummy's fingers begin their delicate work, careful not to actually touch the forbidden meat as she barely stifled another attack of giddy disbelief. She had more trouble this time, having to release what I knew was probably a small, tight button. Poor David twitched some more as Pammy bit her lower lip in her efforts. She got it undone suddenly, much the way one opens a bag of chips after struggling with it, only to have said chips explode from the bag and scatter all about them. This time, instead of chips, it was David's cock and, (O-M-fucking gee!) what a cock.

It was a good nine inches and thick with a beautifully sculpted head, the broad rim promising just as much pleasure as the veiny length, as thick as his older brother's. When it sprang out, Pammy made a loud hiccup sound and the rest of us fell silent in our awe, even the two other males present.

"Oh... Davey," Pammy whispered.

Both Auntie and I looked at each other with our jaws on the mattress as Pammy slowly recovered, saying nothing more as she stared at her baby's straining, curved banana of pure delight.

"Do... do you like it, Mum?" David quietly asked, clearly hoping for her approval.

Poor Pammy was at a total loss for words, but she somehow tore her eyes from the proud phallus to look her son in the face and wispily reply, "Oh yes, David. It's... Oh baby, it's..."




Sera Ch. 22



Yup, it was all those unsaid things and more. David got the message and managed a little smile as Auntie shifted her position to Mr. Ross's other side. With a sort of introductory kiss for him, she placed her hand below mine on his staff before leaning over to kiss me next.

Not surprisingly, Mr. Ross liked this a lot, especially when we lingered with playful tongues, his attention now on the exciting probability that he was going to get some mother/daughter action. His attention, however, was returned to the foot of the bed while we continued to only play with him, keeping him occupied and making him gradually stiffen up again while we enjoyed the show too.

Richard seemed to be in his own little world, slowly stroking his own tool while watching his mummy. He reached out and placed his hand on Pammy's lower back, a completely innocent gesture that she seemed to barely notice until it slowly, caressingly fell halfway down the modest curve of her bum.

"Oh! Oh, Richard, that's... mummy's tushie... you shouldn't touch me there."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well, because..." she weakly argued.

"You got my cock out," he countered.

"Dear, that was- ohh! Ritchie, don't grab. I needed to see how big your penis wa-uh-! Ohh!"

David had tenderly taken her bloused boobies in his hands, first supporting them from the bottom before slowly, but deliberately groping her mounds with an increasingly satisfied smile. She could only look at him, too surprised to take any action to stop him I guess, while Richard went right on caressing her bum despite her.

"Bigger than they look," he commented to himself as he continued.

"I figured they were," Richard replied, then raised his bold hand from her bum to the nape of her neck to undo the top button.

"Boys, please. I'm your-"

"How'd you know?"

"You've never seen one of her bras?"

"No," he said, looking at his smirking older brother with a curious expression.

"She has some nice ones."

"Richard, I hardly think that's an approp- honey, please stop."

They didn't stop, making it clear that they had no intention of such as Richard passed the halfway point with the buttons running down his mummy's back, David now pulling down and out at the collar in front. Pammy's disbelieving smile was mostly gone now, not having expected this sudden, disrespectful but exciting treatment from her two sons, the boys who'd never had a perverted thought in their heads due to the exceptional job she'd done as their mummy. She looked with helpless confusion at Auntie and I for some assistance as her white bra straps came into view along with some nice cleavage.

Of course, we only watched the show, playing with her husband's cock and making him moan as she appealed to him as a last resort.

"Dan, please!"

"Let 'em do whu- what they want, Pam." Mr. Ross huffed.

Auntie and I exchanged pleased looks at this, both of us then glancing at him with our self satisfied grins as Pammy could only gasp yet again. Mr. Ross belonged to us.

"Awwk!" she expelled as David, stroking his stiff member like his brother, jerked the front of her blouse down to her midriff.

This action exposed her crisp, white lace bra, loaded with treasure that brought a grin of pure lust to her son's face and eyes.

Amidst David's aggressive grope session, one of her nipples had worked mostly free of the large C-cup that had previously been hiding it. While not as long as Auntie's or mine, it was obviously excited and erect, tall and as inviting as the rest of her boobies. Even Mr. Ross groaned, shuddering as David practically drooled. Richard pulled her backwards and down to take a look over her shoulder from behind and, as she moaned her reluctance, David followed her down.

Reclining against Richard's chest, the top of her head just beneath his chin, she looked down, helplessly watching with a high pitched moan as David plucked at the long, dark nipple with his fingers, gently stroking between thumb and forefinger, then pulling until the rest of her areola came out into the open. A moment later, Richard was spilling her other booby from its cup, immediately grabbing it while gently grinding himself against her.

Pammy twitched and writhed enticingly as they fondled her, David's knees planted between her thighs as he bent to lick his mummy's boobies. She moaned again, eyelids fluttering as he fastened his lips to her nipple and sucked at it with his eyes closed for long moments before stopping.

"I love you, Mum," he sincerely claimed.

Then he kissed her lips, not just lingering there but actually giving her his tongue in a true display of his affection for her. She moaned her reply into his loving mouth, a wordless, broken and emotional comment. When he was finished, she was left with an expression that left no question as to how she felt about her son's adorations.

"Let's take her pants off," Richard suggested.

"Nooo..." she groaned, slowly shaking her head and finally moving her hands to resist, placing them over the button and zipper of her slacks.

Richard reached around and pulled them away without much of a fight, saying, "Mum, don't... we're just gonna look at your panties."

Before she could think of a reply to his simple statement, David was undoing the button above her fly, then searching out the zipper's tag.

"Ohh? ... Ohh-h?" she fretted as he hastily pulled it down, spreading her pants open as she watched with openmouthed wonder.

They were as stark white as her bra and made of the same type of light, mini corduroy that some cotton undershirts are. Their cut was somewhat conservative, but still fantastic and, like her choice of bra, I wouldn't have expected this from her.

Richard let out an appreciative chuckle, suddenly sticking his hand down her open pants to grab her crotch, making her buck violently.

"Awwww!! Uhhhh?!"

Surprise registered on Richard's face at the reaction to his bold gesture and he almost pulled his hand completely away before it returned, this time gently pressing, squeezing, making her buck again as he smiled.

"Holy jeez, Dick," David lightly complained.

"What?"

"She is our mother. If you're gonna touch her, try to have a little respect and make it nice for her."

"Uhh! Ohhh! Ooooh, Ritchie honey!"

"Don't be stupid. Take her pants off."

"We gotta close her legs so I can get them off," David reminded him just a little testily.

Moments later, while Richard satisfied himself with his mother's boobies, she watched her loving son, David, finish removing her pants. He dropped them over the side of the bed while giving his shell shocked mother a deviant little smile, allowing his eyes to travel down her body afterward. They were right to be turned on by what they had to play with, and I had to hand it to Auntie for knowing how to pick 'em.

His smile grew bigger as he gently spread her legs by the knees, spreading until she was spread wide like a wanton slut before him. The eager Richard actually seemed happy to play with her nipples while he watched David reach for his mummy's panties, hesitating at the final moment before touching the waistband. She inhaled sharply as he slowly traced the band, then allowed his finger to wander decidedly south of that borderline.

She tensed, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis in pure physical reaction that superseded any questions about ethics and morals. He dragged his explorative digit over her button, making her yelp and buck as Richard held her fast from behind, still watching with the rest of us as his brother's finger rubbed Pammy's gap through her panties.

If this wasn't hot, or from Pammy's perspective, incredible enough, the sight of David stroking his big, thick fuck-stick while he fondled his mummy's pussy knocked it right out of the park. Pammy herself couldn't decide whether to stare in shock at what was going on between her legs, or in awe at the young, pre-cum dribbling, hard penis right in front of her.

"Help her off me so I can get up."

A moment later, she was up on her knees again, David holding her close as Richard removed his underwear with an excited grin, his flush mostly gone.

"Oh, Davy... I can feel your hard penis against my... Ohh."

He only pressed closer, looking over her shoulder as he reached around to unfasten the last buttons of her blouse. She didn't put up any argument over this, the only thing on her mind being her son's shaft pressed against the front of her panties, I guess. Soon, Richard was free of his underwear and at the clasp of her bra while David, having removed her blouse, took his turn caressing her somewhat trim, athletic hips and bum.

"Uhh-mm, boys, I... I think mum should keep her panties... okay?"

"Well..." David answered doubtfully, looking at his half naked Mummy while he too shed his boxers.

Richard finished relieving her of her conservatively provocative bra and, when it was gone, David reverently took each of her bum cheeks in hand, right at the bottom, to squeeze appreciatively, then hold them apart while his brother got down to take a good look.

The backs of her panties, like the front, had a nice cut to them and were in no way granny panties, very nicely complimenting that bum. However nice they were though, I didn't see her getting to keep them for much longer as she sighed at this erotic and taboo invasion.

"Spread your knees." David softly encouraged without result at first as Pammy also looked back and down. "Mum..."

"Oh, baby..." she complained as she spread her knees actually quite far.

"Fuck, yeah," Richard breathily approved.

He was stroking his own cock again, his other hand daring to slip between his mummy's thighs to grab her crotch.

"Uhh! Ohhh?!"

She went on gasping and expelling short, resistant sounds as she bucked helplessly to Richard's hand. When David's went down the front of her panties, I think her knees actually came off the bed for an instant.

"Uh-! Nuuuu...! No! ohh-h, noooo!"

I actually came again while I watched these two fondling their half willing mummy, rubbing miffy to extreme overexcitement while I also stroked Mr. Ross with Auntie. She noticed my experience, my efforts at biting down on the holler I wanted to let out, and looked at me with unbridled approval and excitement, the only one left with all her clothes on, before we returned our attention to the show.

They'd worked their mummy's panties down as far as the bottoms of her cheeks as she was guided to her hands and still spread knees. Before she could say anything about this, David's big cock was pressed against her face as Richard tugged at her last garment.

"Now look who's got no respect," Richard sniggered as David enjoyed the sensations of his mummy's upscale facial features grinding against his hardness.

"Shut up, Dick," he quietly told him as he ran his loving fingers through her hair. "She's beautiful."

"M-mluu-hu-! Uhh!?"

The older Ross child only laughed at him a little before bringing his face closer to Pammy's bum and, with his own brand of appreciation, unapologetically began licking her naked vaginal lips, making her jump and buck again, rolling her pelvis and suddenly squawking loud like a cat in heat.

Pammy looked like she'd been blown to Winnipeg and back while Richard finally removed her panties no matter what she wanted, tossing them afterward. They landed on the nightstand, ironically draping her wedding picture propped there. Now she was being pulled back down, turned over on her back so they could look down on her, spreading their moaning, naked mother's thighs wide. They both stared for a moment before they looked at each other, David's grin matching his brother's while their mummy looked apprehensively from one to the other.

"Is she ever fuckin' nice," Richard toned. "Her tits are fantastic."

"I know," David replied, placing his knees so that they straddled his mummy's head. "She's just like the porn milfs."

"Tell me about it... look at her clit. Oh my god, she's so hot..."

From this angle, she had quite a view of her well hung son as he leaned forward and tentatively kissed her clitoris, his heavy balls dragging across her face. He kissed harder, soon humping her face as her groans were renewed, Richard becoming impatient with this after a minute while pumping his own meat again.

"Come on, lemme have some."

David didn't stop, rather gave way for his older brother to get his mouth back in on the action, both her sons soon making her writhe in pure pleasure as she moaned for them to stop. They went on without listening in the slightest, probing and sucking more eagerly, boldly as they got used to the idea of their mummy as their shared, illicit play-toy. Soon, curious fingers joined their fearless tongues in the exploration of her opening as she yelped, her lips making wet, drooling contact with David's manhood as she twitched erotically beneath him.

He ground his thick rod against her as his finger probed deeper, Richard's joining in as they both explored her innermost places. When she suddenly came, it was a surprise to all of us, especially David and Richard, who got squirted in the face for all their exciting and forbidden trouble. Once they were able to get over the shock of it, they laughed a little, looking at each other's drenched faces and, when all was said and done, it seemed to merely stimulate their perverted activities all the more.

Still trying to recover from what was obviously a very stimulating orgasmic experience, the wide head of David's cock found its way into her mouth. Richard laughed excitedly as his brother fed her another four inches, stretching her lips wide as she keened louder.

"Su- uhh!" he expelled as though broken winded.

"Gluu-rrrrmmp! (slup!)"

"Oh my fuuuck, man... stick it in further."

"Shh- she can't..."

"Yes she can," Richard refuted.

"Galaaa-llk-kk!" Pammy disagreed.

"Ohh god, her t- tongue..." David moaned as he pushed another inch into his mummy's panic stricken face.

"Holy shit, she looks so good with a cock in her mouth. Give her more of that thing. Fill her face."

"Uhh! Uhhhh-hh," David moaned again, shoving further yet.

They became transfixed by the same thing Auntie, Mr. Ross and I were, the bulge at the top of Pammy's throat as David began carefully fucking it. He was in tenth heaven, not so much as commenting as Richard's cockhead found another vulnerable orifice. Now Pammy was really grunting and slurping up a storm, unable to see or prevent her soaked pussy lips from capturing the end of her son's slippery organ. Watching his brother's activities, David's pace quickened as Richard softly gasped.

It was sensational, Pammy's useless squirming and muffled, grunting protests only adding to the excitement as we all checked out her lips, so erotically spread around his shaft as those on her face were his brother's. Also the way she tensed, lifting her bum from the mattress when Richard pushed his organ deeper, slowly filling his own mummy's pussy as she keened a high, persistent tone.

He bottomed out, but managed to actually push a little deeper anyway, getting even higher notes from his mummy. He expelled a brief, somewhat loud moan and began backing out of Pammy's love hole while the bulge in her throat worked its way lower, her eyes putting me in mind of the mental image I'd had during Auntie Ashleigh's telling of her teenage gangbang. It was easy to tell that her rolling, twitching pelvis acted of its own accord while she struggled with David's meat. Richard, meanwhile, had paused, staring at his quivering, shiny cock, the head of which was again trapped between her lips.

"I actually just fucked our mother..." he toned with a far off, wasted grin.

"Ahh- uhh!" David managed as he began slowly, carefully fucking his panicked mummy's throat.

Richard pushed himself inside Pammy's wet and inviting canal again, expressing, "Ohh! Ohh fuck, so nice... ohhh, Mum..."

He began slowly fucking her, moaning with passion and crying out as he grabbed her booby, all of us watching his head almost reappear each time before rubbing her erected clitoris the whole way back inside her. Pammy had actually managed to adapt to having her throat full of her other son, enough at least to allow her continued survival, but began slapping urgently at David's bum when Richard found a slightly faster, yet comfortable pace between his mummy's spread thighs.

Evacuating her throat and mouth just in time, David watched Pammy have her second orgasm, squirting again, hoarsely crying out over and over until her geyser's stopped.

Richard had kept fucking her throughout, now pushing her forward with every lingering, increasingly solid thrust. He actually looked around at the rest of us with this triumphant little expression, yet I'd also noticed a slight flush had returned over having fucked his own mummy to orgasm. It wasn't quite the same as when they'd licked her to climax, this act being much more significant and final.

Mr. Ross was getting hard again and, when I looked, He was in the middle of helping Auntie out of her top. Being the helpful girl I am, I pulled her skirt up to her waist, finding black garter straps and belt, but no panties to go with her bright yellow, semi opaque bra that would have covered me adequately.

"Mummy, you're not wearing panties!"

Even Richard and David looked around at this, though I doubt Pammy even heard me as I brazenly rubbed little circles around her clitoris before feeling between her full, wet lips, parted and quivering for a big cock.

"A- Ohh-h! Oh, sweetie pie, I..."

"I think Mummy needs a nice, hard fucking," I offered, looking at Mr. Ross as I fingered my suddenly groaning Auntie deeper.

"So do I," he agreed, barely containing his enthusiasm as he added, "and I think you could do with a good hard fucking too, angelface."

"I second that," Auntie managed.

"(Giggle!)"

"Ahh- Uuuuh! FUUU-! Uhh- uhhh-hh- Uhhh!" David cried out.

He dumped what must have been a pretty impressive load down his mummy's throat, mercilessly and uncontrollably thrusting with each shot as Pammy helplessly guzzled her son's jism like a whore. Richard didn't notice, still watching me finger Auntie as his pace and force gradually picked up. Mr. Ross took note, but seemed to approve, glancing at Richard with much the same expression before relieving Auntie of her bra.

While my gorgeous, sparkly eyed Auntie guided me down to my back, Mr. Ross more or less solved the problem of Auntie's clothes by removing her skirt altogether. Now in only her stockings and garter belt, she moved over top of me for a sixty-nine, also making it convenient for me to take Mr. Ross's renewed cock in my hand and guide it to her wet and wanting snatch. She ate me while he banged her doggy-style, her knees spread as sluttily as my thighs as she took me somewhere my clitoris will never forget.

Of course, I got to suck Mr. Ross's cock from time to time before he'd plunge back into Auntie, but mostly I just watched his balls slapping her with each solid thrust, exciting her clit as he held her by the shoulder to ensure she wouldn't go anywhere.

Auntie howled two orgasms into miffy before he stopped. That's when we switched positions and, returning the favour, she guided his experienced tool to miffy's wanting lips so he could fuck me senseless while I buried my face in her pussy. His hands on my hips, I couldn't help but notice how he rammed me harder than he had Auntie, as though I was being punished. Not surprisingly, I loved it, allowing him to use me like a fucktoy while putting up no resistance whatsoever.

I came quite soon under this wonderful treatment, squawking and crying out like a little animal. He kept fucking me and, at some point, David's awesome tool, fresh and hard, found its way within my grasp, then my mouth. He loved it, looking at his daddy, then down at me as I stroked the base, squeezing as though I'd milk some seed that hadn't made it to Pammy's throat.




Sera Ch. 23



Steven

I'd spent the night at Sheila's apartment, both of us feeling like the founding principals of reality had all been a lie after the incredible orgasmic experience we'd shared.

At first, we didn't say much, not even me. Of all these paranormal, climactic experiences, this one was by far the most shocking and vivid but, beyond these qualities, it also had an informative substance that the other experiences lacked. For Sheila, the effect was hard to describe. She seemed somehow changed and, amidst my wonder at what happened, I was actually a little worried about her.

I got her into her room and stripped her and myself of the rest of our clothes before we both slipped under the covers of her bed. In my arms, she came around somewhat and we began speaking in low tones, speculating without much difficulty at what it meant. Finally, we found closer comfort in each other's arms, my stiffening member also finding her sex for the kind of slow, meaningful, passionate love making that I never would have expected to have with Sheila. We ended up making love a few more times after that, never attempting another experience in light of the one we already had to deal with, our sex being partly for reasons of helping us cope with that.

She was gone when I woke up shortly after twelve noon. I grabbed a beer from her fridge and downed it, standing naked in front of her kitchenette counter and suddenly remembering that I'd actually been screwing my aunt, the infamous Sheila at that, all night. Why that would be such a big thing after screwing my own mother all this time and in light of everything else is, I suppose, attributed to the fact that it just never got old. Maybe In some ways, I still expected to wake up in my room, the one I had in my parent's house in British Columbia. I was about graduate and Staci was the number one thing on my mind and everything was normal...

I downed another beer.

A half hour later, I stood in my own apartment, still naked and drinking a third cold one while thinking about things. I hadn't bothered to put my clothes on because I was only right down the hall from her and who cared anyway? Who was going to say anything, one of the staff? Possibly the one I'd watched banging my mother down in the cave? Sometimes it all seemed so ridiculous and that's what I stood there thinking about. Well, that and a shower.

I'd finally moved toward the bathroom door, asking myself what I'd become and for once not getting an answer, when the bell sounded.

"Just a minute!" I called without much gusto.

Continuing on through to the bathroom, I grabbed a towel to at least wrap myself in. It wasn't the biggest one, but it did the trick as I entered the foyer and approached the door with some return to modesty, however mechanical. Just before I opened it, I felt a sudden surety that it would be Kitten, out looking for revenge for my getting rid of Gina, but it turned out to be even worse than that. At least at first.

It was Ashleigh and, suddenly remembering how things went the last time we spoke, I had to resist the initial impulse to slam and lock the door before the pure parasite could get in at me.

"Relax, sweetie pie," she said with a smile that carefully offered room for peace. "I'm not here to shoot you, although that's what I was going to do last night."

"Why didn't you?"

"Well... ammunition, much like blinding rage, does have a certain shelf life..." she explained.

I had to give her the smile her little joke deserved, assuming it really was a joke. As I've said, I couldn't help but like the woman, if not completely trust her, and it was times like these that exemplified those feelings.

At this particular time, her attire made it all the easier to like her. Most eye grabbing was the short, red and white jersey that sported her Burchell nipples. Below this was a pair of thin, white yoga pants that allowed her dark, trimmed bush to shadow through. The woman just couldn't fail to be a turn on, even her red and white joggers somehow adding to her natural sexuality. Irritatingly, my cock twitched beneath the towel as I wrestled my mind from her body.

"So, you're not still mad?" I asked.

"Not really. I'm not saying you won't have to pay for throwing your poor aunt into the pool in some way, just not the life and limb way. In the meantime, I think it's a lot more important that we come together on a few things."

"I have to be honest and say that I just don't see you really allowing that to happen," I told her, opening the door further for her and adding, "But come on in. Any woman with tits like yours deserves to be heard."

"How charming," she observed with a smirk and that trademark Burchell raised brow.

She liked it.

"Wanna drink?" I asked.

"Uh, something non-alcoholic if you have it," she replied. "I was thinking of a workout."

"Thinking of a workout?" I asked as I went to the kitchenette.

"Well, you know how it is sometimes. You got orange juice?"

"Yup," I confirmed, checking out her ass before she turned to sit. "Comin' right up."

"You mean the OJ, right?"

This time I laughed outright, and was actually pleased to see a much more comfortable smile on her face a minute later as I approached with her juice and another cold beer for me. Joining her where she sat cross legged on my couch, I waited for her to begin.

"Mmmm, this is delicious, thank you. ... Sooo... What happened?"

"You mean Gina."

Her unchanging conciliatory smile was confirmation enough, so I got a little more comfortable, took a breath while looking her magnificent body over before settling finally on her face to tell her straight up. Mostly.

"I noticed what was going on with Gina, found her running around spelled, or influenced as you call it, and I didn't like it. I didn't like the idea of... None of this is her fault and there's no reason why her life needs to get fucked up like what always seems to happen to people who get too close to us. I even told you, and you told me to stay out of it."

"Yes, I knew all that."

"Well, I had serious doubts about staying out of it. I didn't completely know what was going on then, but... well, I soon found out, though I thought I made it clear to Kitten about what happens to people who get close. Then..."

"And then your mother put you up to getting her out of here."

I looked up suddenly, stupidly and with an expression that may as well have admitted to it.

"I didn't know for sure," Ashleigh explained, "but the way you brought up her supposed non-involvement before I even asked kinda made me wonder. That and the fact that she followed Gina to the gatehouse. Any leftover doubts were dispelled by the look on your face just now."

" ... Shhhit!" I can't believe you did that, I never fall for that! I do that to other people!"

She smiled, obviously proud of herself but not in a completely irritating way as, at the moment, she was more interested in family business than she was one-upmanship.

"Look, I wasn't supposed to tell. I told her I wouldn't and I didn't want to break my word, so-"

"We'll talk about that," she interrupted, holding her hand up in a gestural plea for calm. "Just feel good in the fact that now you don't have to lie, and tell me what happened."

" ... Yes. Mum came to me with the same concerns about Gina, and I couldn't stay out of it any longer. Now, just because I tell you that, don't go blaming her, 'cause I'd have done what I did sooner or later anyway. Besides, considering the fact that Mum was thinking on behalf of someone, rather than abusing or even killing them, I don't think we should really complain, and I swore I'd never tell so Kitten wouldn't be mad at her."

"Holy crap, Steven, you must have some kind of martyr complex."

"That's not funny."

"Not really, no," she agreed while still smiling, "but that's why it's so fucked up. You went and did this behind my back after I told you to leave things alone, incurring not only my anger, but Kitten's eventual reaction... You had to have known you'd be caught."

"Yes," I sighed, getting a little irritated with this, "I knew there was a good chance it would all come home to roost."

"A good chance? Sweetie pie, it was inevitable. Even Mrs. Toole would be disappointed."

"Yes, Ashley," I replied sarcastically, "I understand what an idiot I am, but I'd really like you to keep Mum's involvement to yourself. Beyond any reasons I may have had for flinging myself upon the sharpened yard implements of the family for the sake of Gina's-"

"Oh fuck, it's just like listening to your mother! No, I won't mention it to Kitten; I won't even mention it to Kathleen."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. Mind you, I have my own reasons for this, but I'm just as happy to do this for you since you did come clean. But now tell me, what did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"How did you fix Gina to leave?"

"Oh. Well..."

"Sweetie pie, please tell me I'm not gonna freak out."

"Uh... heh. Well, I should tell you that you need to hear me out on this because-"

"Oh my god," she moaned, her smile slipping as her eyes closed.

"-because Mum didn't like it at first either, not until I explained it completely."

When I'd finished, I kept watch for any signs of sudden attack. During my report, her expression tightened until I feared her head would explode and I was hoping she would see the sense in what I'd done.

"Steven, honey?"

"Yes?"

"I could... Oh my, I'm very upset."

"But, Aunt Ashleigh, you have to see it from-"

"Sweetie pie, I want you to hold still for me, okay?"

"What?"

"I want you to hold still. I'm going to give you a little smack in the face and I want you to hold still."

" ... I-"

(Smack!)

"Oww!" I yelled in shock at the hard, stinging slap she gave me. "God dammit!"

"I'm sorry, but you deserved it! Be glad I'm not giving you another one! You actually let her go like that!? What the fuck was your mother thinking!?"

"What else was I gonna do?"

"I'll tell you what else, you young idiot! You could have listened to me when I-"

She suddenly stopped, throwing up her hand in a gesture that said she didn't even want to talk about it before turning to take her glass from the end table. She sat there, legs crossed as she angrily sipped, looking out the window in a seeming effort to simmer down while I took the same opportunity. It wasn't that I was trying to be conciliatory for the sake of getting somewhere, as I had no real expectations of that, but more so that the visit would go just a little smoother. Mum's other son was a lot better at this kind of thing than I was and I wasn't near drunk enough for him as of yet.

"Gina..." Ashleigh finally said almost under her breath. "I think I told you before that I actually do like her."

"Yes," I replied.

"Not at first," Ashleigh corrected, inflating her chest with a deep breath before clarification. "At first, I was irritated. It wasn't anything personal, it was just that she was an outsider, but then I got just a bit used to the idea that she was around. I'd notice her, take an interest in her... Well, I'm not sure if it was because Kitten's smell was all over her, or if she was just one of those people I once in a while meet who take my interest, but I came to like her.

"Maybe on more than one level?" I queried.

"No maybe about it; I loved eating that pussy."

"I see," I toned, thinking of my own guilt in the matter.

"So did your mother."

"I know, she told me."

"Oh."

"So did I."

" ... Ohhh," Ashleigh fairly sleazed.

"Yeah, well that's how me and Mum know she had to go," I defended.

"I know your motivations and I know mine, but don't think my attraction to her was any deciding factor in why I didn't want you interfering. I'm admitting that my own interests played a part, but I also came to foresee a difficult position that Kitten would come to and what kind of part Gina could play in being a liaison between her two worlds, this one and her home in Langley."

"There's no way her old life can ever be open to her now," I refuted, shaking my head and adding, "What happened to Gina proves that. If you allow Kitten to go back home, she'll make one unholy mess there and that's why I had to do things with Gina the way I did."

"You don't understand," she countered. "There was no need for that. With you here, this is where Kitten would have stayed and, as long as she felt her old home was still there for her, she would have been very happy here. Gina could well have been reasoned with because of her love for Kitten, could well have understood what had to be done for her sake."

"Are you serious?"

"Look, I admit I would've influenced her in that direction had I felt the need, but chances were that she would've understood anyway."

"Had you not allowed her to get used like a sheep, she may well have been quite open to that, but after what all happened to her here, she'd need quite a dose of your influence. I'm sorry, but if you think what I did was worth a slap in the face, I'd owe you a broken jaw if you'd gotten your way."

"Steven... dammit, it was too late for her from the second she walked through our front doors. We both know it. Regular people who get close to us often don't fare well because of our inherent inability to trust them, so if we choose to keep one in our life or, in the case of Gina, if one walks into ours... Well, they have to be influenced in at least some small way. Can you honestly see yourself ever trusting anybody other than a Burchell as much as you trust me?"

She'd chosen to be her own example for a reason, that being that she was the Burchell I trusted the least, yet her point was made. She went on, answering for me by my expression.

"No. Now, can you see yourself ever trusting anyone outside our estate like you trust our staff?"

"No."

"You're right you don't, and I don't have to stick the reason for that in your cute little face, do I?"

"No, but that still doesn't mean Gina had to get used like she did."

"Sweetie pie... yes it does. It just goes with the territory for them. Have you noticed that all my staff are very friendly, exceptionally helpful people?"

"Yes."

"That's who they are. I've come across all of them at one time or another and have liberated them from their own ruined lives or impending train wrecks. They come from all back rounds, all of them very happy to be here working for me, but also with each other."

"Thanks to a little influence."

"That influence is mostly in place in order to ensure the kind of loyalty that allows you to trust them as you do, to feel so comfortable around them. In this way, we not only get to share the company of family, but also an entire community of inherently friendly and giving, likeminded individuals."

"But to control them for our whims?"

"I'm telling you, they're happy. They wouldn't want to leave. Look, you remember Monique?"

"The pool girl." I easily remembered.

"Yes. She's a heroin addict. Three years ago, on a trip to Vancouver to see you in person, she asked me for my pocket change as I passed by. I looked at her... saw her beauty despite the condition she was in, gave her that look and saw so much more of her on the inside... left to rot in the street? Why shouldn't I take her?"

"Because she's a person?"

"Now she is. Now that she has absolutely no memory of being an addict or any idea what heroin even is. Your mother's provided you with a sheltered life that makes it hard for you to imagine the state I found her in. If you were to mention the word 'heroin' to Monique now, her consciousness wouldn't even register it. Now she's vibrant, happy... alive. Of course, wiping memories like that creates a need for her to stay here in itself, but so what? Is it such a price to pay for happiness compared to the path she was on? Look at the recovery statistics, and then you tell me."

"I understand," I had to admit again, "and I'll see them and their role here differently from now on, but Gina is hardly a down and out addict. She has a baby at home."

Ashleigh shook her head, conciliatory again but resolute when she countered, "I didn't set those conditions any more than I asked for her to be here, but once she was... she was. She was here, she was involved and that's what being around us leads to. Look, I hate to be so blunt about it, but you'll just have to accept that about us. About yourself."

She fell silent and I looked in her lap for a while as I pondered her words, the attitude behind them and, finally, what I suspected was motivating that attitude.

"It's true, isn't it?" I asked, looking her in the face again.

"What's true?"

" ... You're not the Ashley Burchell that left home all those years ago. You're not her."

She appeared to think about her answer. When she did speak, her smile held more caution than before, but enough trust to help build mine a little further.

"No. Not really. Your Aunt Ashleigh, if you must think of her as any more your real aunt than you do me, does still exist, but not as an outward part of me. She will never come back to the forefront, no matter how sober I ever am, or for how long. She lives, quite literally, vicariously through me as I long ago lived vicariously through her. Apart from different intensities in reaction, there is essentially no difference between us. I am what Ashleigh is, can only be what she is. None of us would be anything but a wisp of the ethereal were it not for our human lovers, and it's our responsibility to take great care of them. We can best do that by taking great care of one another, and that's why we're all here now."

" ... It's going to overwhelm me," I translated with a tiny alarm of fear in my sternum.

"We're going to take care of you," she clarified. We're going to improve you and give you a life you never would have had, one that you'll be totally aware and a part of and that you'll enjoy with no regrets. You and Kitten... you two are this family's future, and much of what I've prepared here is really about you two, but especially you."

"Why? Why me?"

"When I do tell you, you'll thank me for not telling you now."

"Oh my fuck. I actually thought you'd give me something."

"I'll give you something, sweetie pie. Are you aware that Kitten and your mother went out last night?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you aware of when they returned?"

"No, when?"

"Just past eleven-thirty this morning."

"Where were they?"

"I'd guess they were out playing."

"Probably," I said with a slow nod, remembering mine and Mum's last conversation by the pool.

"And this doesn't bother you?"

"It used to. In fact, I remember complaining to you about it and you told me to stop pissing on their parade."

"This is different."

"I'd love to hear how that works."

"Your concerns were about the staff, but this is different. This is why the staff is accommodating, so that it doesn't become necessary for us to go out and endanger ourselves and each other by making total whores of ourselves."

"I'm not sure I see the difference," I confessed, "and now that my morals have been somewhat relaxed by popular demand, I have to tell you that real people can be a lot of fun. Before we got here, me and Mum went to this party where-"

"Uh, I think I know real people are fun, sweetie pie. I've been having different types of fun that you couldn't imagine with real people since before you were born, but that doesn't make it wise. Furthermore, you know better, but you've begun to give into your Mum's... recently relaxed morality."

"Yeah- I'm sorry, but I wouldn't have expected this from you."

"Accepting ourselves for what we are for the sake of our sanity is one thing, but abusing it at will is quite another. That's how people out there start looking and wondering. No matter how careful we are, the more we expose ourselves like that, the more we're vulnerable. Sooner or later, we'll slip up, usually once we've become cocky and liable to underestimate people as being stupid and beneath us. Believe me, I've been there and I've had to make... reparations."




Sera Ch. 23



"Like what?"

"Like you don't wanna know. The first time it happened, the time you took Kitten out and you two wreaked havoc in that hotel lounge, I didn't say very much because I knew it was an inevitability that she'd want proof of what we really are from outside the estate, but I meant to talk to you about it before the Gina incident finished derailing us. Well, now this thing about last night has happened, and I was hoping you'd be good enough to-"

"-You want me to talk to them," I groaned. "Why, why, why do you people always get me to do the dirty work? Why?" I almost plead of the sexual delight before me.

For a moment, she actually looked as though she felt bad before she started trying to buck me up with, "Steven, I can't answer for the things your mother ropes you into, but I've told you before and I'm telling you again: If I didn't know you could handle it, I wouldn't ask. Besides, there are also important lessons in the things I ask of you. Were it not for me, you'd never have the control you enjoy with your mother now."

"What are you talking about? I got that because I tripped out after she tried to kill me," I reminded her, trying not to get upset again at how she was rewriting history.

"Actually, you knew she was only trying to scare you. Maybe not when you were in the water, but after she hauled you out, you knew. Furthermore, you wanted me to deal with it for you which, had I done so, you wouldn't be enjoying said relationship with your mother right now. I told you to deal with her yourself and you figured it out. Good on you."

She kind of had me there, but I didn't have to like it.

"So do tell," I droned without wanting to know, "what wonderful life lesson do you have in store for me this time?"

"You'll figure it out. If I told you, it'd be worthless."

She actually had the gall to smile when she said this.

" ... I was gonna get a shower..." I said, now trying to extricate myself from this little visit before things got any worse.

"That's a good idea, sweetie pie. By the smell of you, I'd think Sheila gave birth to you, not that it's unpleasant in the least."

I don't know why, but this made my organ twitch again, even though it reminded me of Grammie Marie. And then, there it was, a moment of casual, consenting eye contact between us that I never saw coming.

Since I'd met her, my Aunt Ashleigh had never forced her influence on me, other than in Saint John, about which she was voluntarily upfront when I officially met her. When she'd cleaned my mind of Mum's interference, she only did so at my allowance and, as far as I knew, had never invaded my head against my knowledge.

So, while I at first started at this uninvited advance, I did trust her to some extent in this matter, more so in fact than I did Mum. This trust was quickly built upon by her as she shouldered through the door, swiftly, gently, lovingly, her sparkling black eyes of bright blue molesting me in just the way I've always wanted on her way by.

I smiled at her, under her spell and knowing it, but alright with it. In retrospect, I know that she was exerting her own calm over me, but I also know that she'd left me enough will to throw her out if I'd really wanted. In other words, she knew precisely my trust in her where this matter was concerned and exactly how far she could go while still retaining that core trust and the respect that came with it.

And I knew this because our union was a two way street. She offered up her feelings for me to see, to blanket myself in as she looked over mine for her. Her presence felt like a giddy anxiety, curious, horny little parasitic fingers that exalted in finding my own parasitic love for her. I smiled wider when she looked over my impressions of her as being my rightful mother in a world where things made sense. She smiled back, showing me how she'd always thought of me as the son she'd never had, had even been jealous of Mum over the years while she watched me being raised from afar.

It was over as soon as it started. I have no idea how long she'd held me, only that she'd observed my true feelings for her in return for hers.

"I'm just trying to get along," she told me, taking my hand to do so. "I thought we'd be on the same page, but... Well, it hasn't been working out that way and I was getting frustrated with you."

"Well... what did you expect?"

"Frankly, that you'd be a lot more respectful. Considering who brought you up, I mean."

"Let's not forget, I use Mum at my leisure now."

"Baby, everybody uses Kathy at their leisure."

"What!?" I exploded with a laugh. "Fuck, if she ever heard you use that name, she'd be up one side of you and down the other!"

"I've already had my way with her right in front of Kitten and Gina. They even helped."

" ... No way..."

"Yes way, that's when your mother had her way with Gina. Ask her if you don't believe me and watch the little bitch get mad. There's your answer."

"Oh my god, you did."

"She liked it."

"Where was I when this happened?"

"I don't know but, returning to Gina... just wait till you have to deal with Kitten on this; she'll make me seem preferable. She knows you had something to do with it, you know."

"Of course, you could always tell her something that would-"

"Oh, no! I'm not lying to her any more than I've already agreed to in order to keep your mother out of it, and I hate that I've agreed to that much. The problem is that you and your mother are right about that part, and I don't need Kitten's heart broken over what she would read as betrayal on your mother's part any more than Kathleen does."

"Thanks," I toned. "Anyway, it's like I said, I always knew this was likely to happen."

"Sorry, but you painted that target on yourself. Hm. You'll wish you saved that dedication for me. One day, once you learn to completely trust me and accept how things are going to be, you'll see that smoking bullet hole you've created in your foot and wish you stayed out of it like I told you. As whatever god you worship be my witness, you will understand what a help Gina could have been to you."

I didn't comment on this because of a niggling suspicion from the back of my mind that she might actually be right.

"In the meantime, as your own more immediate Goddess, I will grant you the huge favour of using the resources you've provided me in the form of Kitten's initiation to help reign your mother in. As a fringe benefit for you, this will make them both more receptive to your doubtlessly irritating little speeches about keeping our sex drives within the estate."

"How gracious of you. What if they just get it in their heads that they're gonna go out and party anyway? How long before Sheila gets involved, and then let's watch-"

"I'm working on Sheila, you just worry about your own end, and will you please tell me about any side missions for your mother? Believe it or not, I'm actually trying to keep things together here, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed with a sigh, adding, "I swear to faithfully rat my own mother out."

"You've done worse than that to her."

"You have a very dirty mind, Aunt Ashleigh."

Call me... Mistress, she said with a sudden overacted flourish.

"No."

"Yes, call me... Mistress Auntie."

"I should grab you and fuck you right up the ass for even suggesting I call you that."

I laughed out loud at her reaction and she soon fought to keep from joining me as she got up from the couch, looking down at me with a funny expression before speaking.

"You're a strange cat."

"Meow," I sarcastically replied.

" ... Are we good, sweetie pie?"

"Better than we were," I gave her with an honest smile.

"Good," she replied sincerely. "I do love you."

"I know. Ilove you too. Stay a while, and I'll show you how much."

"Come see Mistress Auntie in her private rooms later on, and we'll just see how much you love me, boy."

God help me, it was actually a tempting offer as I watched her move towards the door, chuckling in that alluring way she had and not even bothering to close it behind her.

 

Kitten

My mind didn't return to that instant of guilt I'd had, not until the next morning. I'd awakened somewhat sober to what we'd done the night before, but even then, even as I thrilled and freaked out at the same time, I never really revisited that instant of such intense feeling beyond the memory that I'd had it. Only after we'd showered and sat at the table with the breakfast that Pammy and Mr. Ross prepared for us did it really begin to take shape in my mind.

I thought of Stevie, the one I loved, the one who I strongly suspected of being complicit in Gina's departure as I watched Richard copping a feel of his mummy's booby. I wondered what I was doing with these other men when he was the one who I was ending my life in Langley for. Looking sideways at Auntie, I strangely understood this behaviour on her part. It somehow seemed normal for her, at least from my perspective, but it didn't seem like the kind of thing I should be doing. At least not without Stevie.

I looked back to Pammy as Richard tried to unbutton her satiny, green pajama top. David and Mr. Ross were smiling at this entertainment while Pammy laughingly tried to stop him and, chewing on the bacon she'd expertly prepared, I suddenly wondered where Gina was. With an awful feeling in my heart, I imagined her in some dirty motel, all alone and crying... on her way back home to destroy my life with Daddy...

By the time a squealing Pammy was being brought down to the floor by her overexcited husband and two sons, pajamas and blue satin panties torn from her body soon after, I was becoming quite upset. I swallowed the bacon I'd been chewing and put my fork down in my plate, pushing that away while taking a deep lungful of air through my nose.

It wasn't my fault. Gina ran away because she couldn't handle... me.

"Mr. Ross, get me a bottle of liquor right now," I ordered with a casual tone, yet in no uncertain terms. "Preferably vodka, but on the double."

Auntie did look at me a little funny, reminding me that I was supposed to be driving, but didn't stop Mr. Ross from sprinting for the liquor cabinet while Richard and David assaulted their resistant/excited mummy.

I felt a little better when I got back to the estate, but not as much as I would have liked. I was on my way to my apartment to fix that when Auntie slowed me with a hand on my shoulder.

"You've been a little out of sorts this morning, sweetie pie."

" ... Yes, Auntie."

"Wanna talk?"

"I don't think so. Maybe later, but I need..."

"Okay. Um, I hope it isn't anything I did?"

"No, not at all," I assured, giving her a big hug and continuing my assurance from between her boobies, "You never did anything at all, and I had a great time. It's just... things are a little weird for me right now, and I don't know what to think when I'm too sober."

"Now, there's something I can understand," she said with a soft laugh, rubbing my back before I let go and fixed her with a smile.

"Come find me if you change your mind."

"Yes, Auntie. Thanks."

"I love you."

We separated, leaving me a clear path up the staircase to the second level, then to the apartment wing where I could drown some very inconvenient feelings in vodka before I found a gun to shoot myself with.

Auntie Kathleen wouldn't have seen Auntie Ashleigh where she stood outside the tall, open doors of her den, directly above where we'd been speaking, anymore than I did until I was halfway up the stairs. She watched me with a funny smile, her dark, thick hair half up and wearing a shimmering gold, floor length nightgown that made miffy tingle all over again.

"Hi Auntie," I waved with a fake smile.

"Good morning, she returned. "Wild night out, huh?"

"Kinda," I fudged with my innocent schoolgirl smile before happily bidding, "I'll see ya later, Auntie."

"Most certainly," she returned.

It wasn't exactly the kind of answer I would have hoped for, but at least I didn't have to linger. I was soon back in my apartment with the door locked and a bottle in my hand, standing at the railing out on my balcony.

It was all so crazy.

I wondered where Stevie was and what he'd think of my actions of the previous evening. Going by our own adventure at the hotel, he may well have joined us. Miffy started heating up again when I thought about a threesome with he and his mummy, but another nagging question put the kibosh on that.

How and why would he be involved with Gina? Why would he go messing around and ruining things with her? Yes, he spoke of how people we care about can get used, but I wasn't using Gina. I was conditioning her and I'd had everything under control until he got messing around!

I set the bottle on the table I'd stolen from the inner corridors a little hard, suddenly angry, before stomping back into the shade of my apartment for a glass while mumbling aloud.

"Who is he to pass judgment on what I do? Who is he to interfere in my life like he has some... fucking right?"

"He thinks he knows better," I replied. "Like Daddy."

"Yeah, well he doesn't!"

"I miss Daddy."

"Oh, shut up!"

I'd gotten the glass and was returning to the balcony while my anger slowly smoldered within. I dumped some vodka into it and sat down beside the table, looking out at the rooftops of the other mansions in the vicinity, also baking in the heat. Out there on my balcony, the only thing that was clear to me was that nothing was clear.

I just sat there, drinking and thinking for quite some time until I finally put an empty glass down on the table beside an empty bottle. I was feeling better about things, save for Stevie, and I decided I didn't want to be shut up in my darkened apartment. Remembering that there was something I'd meant to do, I got up and got moving because life after Gina, after all, had to go on. Somehow.

I brushed my teeth and changed into an old pair of snug jeans with a black tank top to go search out Auntie Kathleen. In the supermarket the night before, she'd helped me pick out Sheila's colour and promised to also help me become blonde again. Also, I was thinking I'd take some of that talk she'd offered, but it turned out I'd talk to someone else first.

The bell rang even as I was reaching for the knob, Auntie Ashleigh taken a little aback at having the door opened less than one second later. Standing there in sexy white yoga pants and a hockey Jersey, she looked at me with a silent laugh and that expression that says, "What the hell?"

"I was on my way out," I politely explained.

"Ah. Okay, well I thought we might talk?"

"Not here, please."

" ... Alright. May I ask why?"

"It's nothing, Auntie," I said as I moved out into the hall. "I just wanted to get out."

"Okay. Why don't we go to the library for a game of billiards? See what your Aunt Kathleen taught you?"

She let me break and I sank the solid purple ball, so I got to take another shot but missed. I watched her spread her legs, getting down to eye up a shot that she ended up missing.

"Damn... I'm way outta practice. Go ahead, sweetie pie."

She stood back and watched me scan the table for a shot, speaking when I began moving for the other end of the table.

"I learned to play from my bikers. Had a lot of good teachers and played a lot of people. In more ways than one."

I smiled with her at her little joke, lining up my shot and actually getting it, this success prolonging my smile as Auntie commented further.

"Nice one. I see she's taught you finesse."

"She said I was a natural," I boasted.

"I wouldn't be surprised," she replied as I circled the table again. "She could teach you a lot, and I'm not just talking about the table. Very smart cookie, your Aunt Kathleen."

"I love her," I said, glad to hear Auntie Ashleigh speaking of Auntie Kathleen in this manner, considering how they usually got along.

"Me too. Sometimes I wanna slap her bitchy little mouth till she shuts the fuck up, but I do love her."

"(Giggle)"

"She looks good, too," Auntie added, more to herself than me with, "Saucy little blonde bitch with big tits. How I waited to get my hands on her..."

"(Giggle!)"

"(Ahem) Yes, well I'm sure you understand," she said with a little laugh as I lined up to take my next shot.

"Yeah, she's very pretty," I said, taking the shot, missing and going on with, "She has this way that turns me on like... wow."

"Oh, I know. However..."

Okay, she was obviously going somewhere with this and I stood back as she took her turn to circle the table, sizing the situation up with her beautiful blue, sparklingly black eyes. Her expression was intent, but I knew she was gathering her thoughts as well as planning her next move with her cue. Finally, she strode more confidently, beginning to speak again before she reached the opposite side of the table.

"Your Auntie Kathleen is a survivor. When I say that, I mean it in ways you might not fully appreciate and, as much as I love her, I'd be foolish not to warn you..."

She'd stopped to carefully line up her shot, take it and miss.

"Dammit," she cursed softly with a frown, looking at me afterwards to resume. "It would be foolish of me not to warn you that our Kathleen is capable of some... surprising decisions and behaviours. Sometimes she has the tendency to run amok. Because she's doing it, doesn't necessarily make it right and it'd be cool if you sort of... kept her out of trouble."

I regarded her openly, trying to be sure I was hearing what I thought I was hearing. Since she simply stood there looking at me without saying any more, I had to actually ask for confirmation.

"Huh?"

"Kitten, I don't know where you and your Aunt ended up last night, I don't know what you two got up to, and I don't want to pry into... you know. Look, I know that you know right from wrong, and I'm just asking that you maybe try to exercise that over your aunt when you feel she's running amok. Please don't just leave her to it, okay? It's for her own good."

"You want me... to look out for her?"

"Yes. You must have noticed her, uhm... intensity?"

"But I... How am I supposed to keep an eye on my auntie? She's... She's... you know!"

"What?" Auntie Ashleigh asked, brows raised. "You see her as some paragon of authority because she's older than you?"

"Well, yeah." I admitted, still not believing I was hearing this.

"Trust me, when you get to know her better, you'll see what I'm talking about. Look, when it's crunch time and it looks like nobody's gonna get out alive, then release the little bitch and watch her back while she wreaks havoc, otherwise keep her in check if you can. Subtly, of course; it is, as I've said, for her own good. It's your shot, by the way."

I don't know how I got the shot I chose, but right down the corner pocket went the red ball. When I took it, I was trying not to laugh at the notion of keeping an eye on one of my seniors, a woman I not only loved with all my heart, but respected every bit as much.

"Nice one, sweetie pie. Now, let's see if your old auntie can get something happening for herself..."

I didn't even see the shot, but she made it. I was too busy goggling at her and wondering who she thought I was.

"Um, when you say that she's capable of surprising decisions and behaviour, do you mean, umm... like when she killed Grammie Marie?"

" ... Yes, actually. I'd rather not go into detail simply because I wouldn't want to talk about her behind her back, but I think you get the picture."

"Uh huh..."

"She's been through a lot," Auntie commented further as she again surveyed the billiard situation, stopping at the end of the table to finish her thought as she lined up for a shot. "Both she and Steven have been through a hell of a lot, and I try to keep that in mind when I deal with them. I'm hoping you will too."




Sera Ch. 23



She took her shot and made it, the cue ball rolling backwards afterward to perfectly set her up for another, which she also made.

"There we are. Speaking of Steven, I'm afraid I have to tell you something you're not going to like."

Again, I waited for her to go on as she took her time walking to the opposite end of the table. I kind of had a funny feeling about what she was going to say next, and it was probably the only thing in the world that could have torn my mind from the fact that I, a person who others always felt they had to control for my own good, was being asked to look out for someone who I would've expected to be looking out for me.

"I've confronted the impudent, disrespectful, unilaterally acting jerk who we like to call 'Steven' and, unfortunately, he is indeed responsible for what happened with Gina."

She waited, watching my face as I absorbed what I'd strongly suspected anyway. I remembered what happened in the corridor, the personal horror of what I'd done returning to once again convert itself to anger for the one who was ultimately responsible for those actions.

"I figured," I finally replied in a tight voice.

"Yes, well..." she started, taking her time about lining up another shot as she finished. "You probably don't want to hear it but, in his defense, he actually thought he was doing right."

"Thought?" I echoed, remembering an old saying of Daddy's. "Thought had to fart, but actually shit itself."

Auntie missed her shot and straightened up with a sigh and a regretful expression as she began trying to sugarcoat the issue for him.

"I know... but he really was concerned about Gina. Remember, he's been through a lot and, for all his irritating faults, he does have a moral compass that... well, it actually creates a lot of those irritating faults. He's seen a lot and he hasn't had the support structure around him that you do. He's had to figure out a lot of stuff for himself while trying to look out for his mum, like I've told you she needs, all by himself."

"I don't see how that excuses him," I maintained.

"I'm not trying to make excuses for him, I'm just telling you his motivations. He came to me with concerns that Gina was in over her head with us, and I told him to stay out of it."

"I knew it," I sneered. "He was trying to tell me how to treat people I care about. Like I need to be told. Was it just him?"

"Yes. Sweetie pie, just please try to remember that he's having a hard time with his ideals of 'right and wrong' as of late. Actually, he needs someone like you to let him know when he's being too rigid."

"Yeah, I'll soften him up," I promised.

"Uhmm, I know you're mad, and you have every right, but do try to be easy on him, okay?"

"Yup."

I don't think she believed me.

We finished the game without speaking of these things any further, my mood lifting by the time I barely won, suspecting that she'd let me but saying nothing about it. My mind teetered back and forth between imagining myself beheading Stevie with a butter knife, and the incredible fact that someone like Auntie Ashleigh would actually trust me to keep Auntie Kathleen out of trouble.

Regarding the whereabouts of Auntie Kathleen, I had a hunch and, sure enough, there she was at the basement bar when I walked in. Sheila was also there, a possibility I'd never stopped to think about while I made my way. I wasn't sure about having her company just then, but I was confident I could get Auntie away from her if I wanted.

Auntie had also changed, now wearing a red dress with a cut that, on her, was provocative with even minimal cleavage and mid thigh hemline. It cinched at her waist and really drew the eye while still looking very presentable.

Sheila's hair was half up, much like Auntie Ashleigh's had been that morning, her white halter top and denim shorts lending her an almost eighties flavour. Her semi carefree expression slipped when she saw me, boosting my confidence.

"Oh, look who it is," Auntie enthused, swiveling around on her stool with a big smile for me.

"Hi Auntie," I said as Sheila smiled at me, a gesture that seemed more an unsure, yet sincere offering than a greeting. "Hi, Sheila."

She seemed happy at this, and that was alright. It wasn't like my curiosity in Sheila had ever diminished, and Auntie Kathleen's changing attitude towards her incidentally provided me with opportunities to be around her.

"And what is Miss Badness up to?" she asked with her dark, sparkly eyes loving me the way they do.

"I need booze."

They grinned at this honest statement and I sat beside Auntie, putting her between we two bearers of the Camilo gene and asked Sheldon for triple vodka with milk before Auntie included me.

"So, get this, Kitten: You and I were strippers, but Sheila? Heh! Show her, sis."

There were three cards on the bar in front of Daddy's smiling, physical ideal, all of them slightly creased up the middle. She went through the motions and basics of what she called three card monte, re-arranging the cards quickly and expertly in front of us. Meanwhile, she explained that the game was usually done with a spotter, a supposed bystander in the crowd who helps suck somebody in, telling the mark the secret of the game and how to win. Then, once the money is down, this spotter creates a sudden panic with the claim that the cops are coming. Everybody scatters in different directions, including the mark, who runs a block before realizing that Sheila has his money.

"You mean that actually fools people?" I asked her with grave doubts.

"You'd be surprised," she said as though teaching, but with the easy smile of someone who would actually run such a scam. "It's a trick that's older than the hills, but so is basic stupidity."

"Yes, but what I'm saying," Auntie pointed out with an amused grin," is that between the three of us, Sheila never danced. Ha!"

"Okay, Kathy, I get the irony," she replied with rolling eyes, but a strangely tolerant smile. "You don't have to keep smacking me around the room with it."

"Oh god, yes I do," Auntie laughed, her eyes lingering on my biological mummy's spiky Burchell nipples.

It all seemed a bit odd, seeing them together like that, but I couldn't help but smile a little anyway.

"Auntie, it seems like you're the older sister," I observed.

They both had a momentary reaction to this, almost as though it was a private matter, but Sheila's acerbic attitude spoke to maintain stability.

"She's just a little bitch, like Ash says."

"You're lost without me," Auntie scoffed.

"Oh, Puh-lease!" Sheila laughed, adding, "You're lost without me!"

And then there was another moment, one that seemed to threaten any remaining possibility of world peace, but instead brought slow smiles of accord from each of them. They knew how right they both were and it suddenly didn't take a genius to see it. I wondered if Auntie Ashleigh was aware of how they were when they were together when she decided I was needed to keep an eye on Auntie Kathleen.

They both broke the moment with funny little grins that gave up nothing as they took sips from their drinks. I took one from mine as well, then took the opportunity to remind Auntie of her promised help with becoming blonde.

As Sheila's face subtly lit up, Auntie replied, "Yes, of course. When were you thinking?"

I was about to answer, but was beat to the punch by a nervously hopeful Sheila.

"Um, I'm really good with hair."

"It's true," Auntie said. "She always did mine when I wanted it really nice."

"Okay," I agreed, not completely okay with it, but too curious to refuse. "I know you worked as a hairdresser for Barb."

She was obviously pleased with my decision, nodding her head and imparting, "I've worked in quite a few hair salons, went to the academy, did the upgrading stuff. Have you ever dyed before?"

"Yes, once blonde. I memorized your colour from some old pictures of you that Daddy gave me before I bought it."

" ... Really?" she asked, surprised and seemingly pleased at this revelation.

"Yup. He liked it."

She only nodded with that smile she often showed, but I didn't take it the wrong way.

"That's what she wanted last night, too," Auntie told her with a smile for both of us. "She kept asking if I was sure it was 'Sheila blonde'.

This clearly flattered Sheila. It embarrassed me a little, but she and I began laughing with Auntie at the sound of it as I wondered how many people would never forget that particular shade.

"Sometimes when I look at you," she suddenly related, "I'm totally... shocked. You're like a kind of living mirror."

"I know, me too," I admitted. "I mean there's some differences, but..."

"You look better in jeans than I do."

"But, you do an elegant look that I can't bring off. It actually makes you seem taller."

"It's all in the heels and the hair. Too, I've had a lot longer to find ways to deal with my lack of stature."

"Do you hate it?" I asked.

"Well... I used to when I was younger, then not so much as the years went on. Sometimes it still annoys me, but not the stupid comments people make. That's their own thing and I have no control over that, so I refuse to pay it any mind."

"It makes you both look like the most divine little fuck-dolls," Auntie told us with a barely suppressed giggle.

"Yeah, well... thank you, Camilo." Sheila managed around silent laughter, adding, "Nothing could have prepared me for that."

"I know," Auntie expressed, shaking her head, "I couldn't believe it."

"At least you didn't get the short gene," I consoled.

We spoke of that and other things Auntie Ashleigh had revealed of her life for a little while, skirting sensitive topics as I kept getting more and more intoxicated. As they spoke, I slowly drifted away from their conversation as it rounded to people that they both knew while growing up, my own thoughts returning to Stevie.

"Are you okay?" Auntie asked me, seemingly out of the blue as I snapped back to the real world.

"Uh- yes. Well..."

"No," she corrected for me with that smile.

I sighed and explained, "I just found out that... well that Stevie made Gina go away."

" ... Oh."

"I'm sorry, I know he's your son and that you love him, but I'm pretty mad at him right now."

"Yes, well... that's understandable, but do please try to keep in mind that Steven does things that... Well, he sometimes acts out of a need to do what he thinks is right. He gets a little wrapped up on things like that and sometimes it lands him in trouble, but his motivations are pure."

"That's pretty much what Auntie Ashleigh says, but I still want to cut his head off."

"Do you think you could patch things up with Gina?" Sheila asked, careful again and understandably hesitant about treading on my personal ground at this point.

"Uh... I don't know," I replied with a frown. "I want to try to call her, but I don't know. Maybe it's best this way."

"Maybe it is," Auntie agreed, adding, "considering what... well, what we are and all. In my experience, we have to be careful of people we care about getting too close. Unfortunately, by the time we realize they're worth caring about, they're already too close."

"He thinks I was abusing her," I explained. "But he doesn't know what we were together. He doesn't understand how it was. He shouldn't have messed around in my life like that. He should have minded his own business."

I was starting to get angry again and I wondered if it wasn't just the alcohol. After the bottle in my apartment, I was working on my third triple there at the bar and I wondered if I shouldn't make an exit before I spoiled the mood any worse than I already had. When Auntie skillfully changed the subject, I made up my mind, slipping off my stool as she and Sheila looked questioningly at me.

"Sorry, I'm just... I'm gonna go back to my apartment and maybe watch some TV," I told them, forcing a smile over what my anger wanted to do with my features.

"Oh, okay," Auntie replied. "Uh, should we come up later, or...?"

"Maybe after supper?" I distractedly suggested. "About six or seven o'clock?"

"Sounds good, we'll be there."

I said goodbye to them both, finding myself wishing I'd been in a better mood. I was actually warming up to Sheila, her to me, and it would have been nice if I could have stayed, but my jerky cousin had ruined my life and I wanted to go somewhere and make a Stevie doll that I could stick pins into.

 

Steven

For a time, everything was fine. After Aunt Ashleigh left, I was finally able to get a shower, remembering her comment about Sheila's smell on me. I finished my shower, by then only thinking about how it was having Ashleigh in my head, smiling with the memory of it and even more curious about her than before.

I grabbed another beer and brought it to the bedroom, commenting aloud as I went.

"She's pretty cool."

"Yeah."

"I wanted to grab her pussy when she got up to leave."

"Should have. She wouldn't have stopped us."

" ... Should I have allowed that? Should I have allowed what she did? That was okay, right?"

(pause)

"I trust her a lot more now."

"Yeah..."

"I mean, now that she did that, I trust her more. You saw how it was with her; she fuckin loves us. When she says that, she means it and, I don't know about you, but I got that one hundred percent."

"Yeah..."

"And you have to admit that she was a lot more forthright and supportive this go round."

" ... Yeah."

"So, what's the problem?"

"My problem," I patiently explained while I tucked a black shirt into black casual pants, "is that it's up to me to try to keep some kind of an eye on what we're doing and why. First we gain intelligence, then we prepare, then we act. It's the way we've always done things and this time is no different."

"(Groan)"

"Yes, everything seems a lot rosier with Ashleigh, and I'm willing to give as much as she does. I'm not saying that I don't appreciate her coming across on a few things, and I'm not saying that I don't like her, 'cause you know I do. Unfortunately, I don't get to bask in the rosy glow of Mistress Auntie because I have to keep an impartial mind so we know how to act."

"That doesn't change the fact that you should have grabbed her pussy."

"Fuck off, you're making me horny."

I was soon on the move, the kitchen my first destination, my mother the next. I had to poke around about where she and Kitten had been the other night and what they'd gotten up to. Mental images of the possibilities had me rock hard by the time I got to the kitchen.

As I waited for breakfast at the island, sipping a hot coffee with a splash of whiskey, my erection subsided under encroaching thoughts of Ashleigh that didn't include grabbing her crotch.

I'd been right about who and what she was. Not only did she verbally admit to it, but I felt it when she explored my feelings for her, an almost insectile curiosity that wanted so badly to explore so much further. As beautiful as the experience was, as loving as her presence had been, it had about it an underlying alien flavour that was vaguely disturbing. As my plate of pancakes was put in front of me, I suddenly shuddered to think of what that would have been like if I didn't share the family guest.

My breakfast was delicious and it mostly distracted my mind from any deep thoughts concerning my talk with Ashleigh as I ate, however something was niggling. It had been since I was getting dressed and it was getting closer to the surface. Leaving the kitchen with a bellyful, it hit me like these things often do, all at once. I stopped right up and blurted it out loud.

"The reason I'm not gonna go crazy is because... because you're going to take over. I've been properly bonded and now I'm going to be... diluted. By you."

My pancake filled gut rapidly cramped up as the reality of this hit me, producing a pained groan before the eventual winner of my body could reply.

"You're not going to be diluted!"

" ... Uhh, fuuuck!" I agonized, adding, "Nor will I be deluded. You heard her as plain as I did. Oh god, this hurts."

Would you rather end up like Mum? Stop freaking out, you know I'm on your side, and- "Uhh-h, will you please calm down!"

I managed it. I had to sit on the floor with my back to the wall, but I forced myself to think of the time I told my teacher I wasn't feeling well, then promptly threw up all over her desk. Believe it or not, my comedic memories of this little stunt really served to ease my tensions when I remembered how it had taken me almost a week to learn how to induce vomiting without having to use my finger.

I was still a bit cramped when I approached the door to the cave, but not so bad as I'd been. Keeping my mind from what caused my cramps, I was actually still grinning at the memory of Ms. Campbell's reaction to the stinking, splattery mess of fries and gravy I'd bought in the cafeteria an hour earlier, some of which had landed in her lap. I walked in and came face to face with Kitten, obviously just on her way out and just as obviously in the bag.

She was looking pretty good too, as she always does, and my mind emptied of all thoughts other than how her body tone was just perfectly soft enough to almost hide ripples of muscle that suggested an extremely fit young woman. I'd noted in that infinitely small amount of time between meeting someone and then saying something to them, that she and her mother were different in this. While Sheila was in good shape, she was softer while still being thinner, whereas Kitten's muscle tone seemed more impressive, exciting-

A sudden and hard punch straight to my gut offered a different aspect of her impressive and exciting muscle tone as I sank to the floor. Ironically, considering my recent high school recollections, I threw up all my beer and pancakes with the truly sickening notation that this was the second time she'd somehow gotten me like this.

"You ruined everything! You... big ruiner!"

She skirted me and my mess, stomping off down the hall, blessedly taking her sudden and childishly violent fury with her as my vision grayed at the edges. Somehow, amidst my struggle to draw breath, I threw up again just in case I'd missed something the first time, I suppose. 



Sera Ch. 24



Steven

"Feeling better now?" Sheila asked.

She was dropping the bag of my soiled clothes at the edge of the bar as I sat at a nearby table, stripped to my underwear. The barely controlled smirk she'd had was now an outright grin.

"Yuh," I lied with a painful gasp.

Mum was actually helping Sheldon to clean up my breakfast at the door, the bartender himself fighting not to vomit as he swabbed away with the mop.

"She's got a pretty hard punch, eh?" Sheila asked further.

"Uh," I miserably confirmed.

"You folded like superman's laundry. Haaa!"

I shot her a reproachful look.

"Ohhh! Come on, you can take it! She's just a girl!"

"Sheila, knock it off!" Mum called.

"Well, crap on a cracker, the kid deserved it. I told him he was crazy for getting involved. I told him this kind of thing would happen."

"He was doing as his mother asked!"

"Oh, well that makes a big difference, doesn't it? Let's hope his mother doesn't ask him wrestle some annoying pit-bull," she laughed in return.

"Sheila..." Mum warned.

"Jeez kid, if I ever need a sucker to throw himself between me and some guy's homicidal, gun wielding wife, I'll definitely know who to-"

"Sheila!"

We both jumped at Mum's shriek and, while I didn't see Sheldon's initial reaction, he seemed to be climbing back into his skin when I did look.

"You're supposed to be comforting him, not making fun of him!"

"Okay, sorry!"

Sheila came back to the table and picked up the cold facecloth to hold against my forehead again, speaking in a low voice.

"For what it's worth, it was a noble thing. Just stupid. How are you going to fuck Kitten now? She's pretty mad, you know."

"I got that."

"(Sigh) Yer stupid, kid."

She was probably right. Kitten's fist seemed to bring a lot of sense to what Aunt Ashleigh had told me concerning the role she'd have had Gina play, and that wasn't helping my gut, either.

Finally, Mum came back, she and Sheldon having gone to wash up after cleaning the contents of my stomach from the floor and removing my clothes from the bar. At this point, I was able to join them there, taking the stool they'd saved for me between them.

"I need booze," I determined with a desperate edge to my tone.

"That's what she said," my Aunt noted with another grin.

Mum laughed despite herself, and ordered up a triple Bailey's with milk for me. I didn't get the joke, but I wasn't all that concerned just then.

"Don't listen to her, sweetie pie," Mum said, although still grinning with mirth. "You did a good thing."

"Yeah." I halfheartedly agreed. "I thought breakfast was a good thing too."

"I'll make you something a bit later," Sheila said, giving me a playful kiss on the side of the face. "Like you said you'd help me when you ate the fixings for that lasagna?"

"Yeah, yeah," I absorbed.

Mum's unreadable expression was hard to discern, but at least it didn't make me feel like I should get Sheila out of there for her own safety. Her verbal reaction, delivered with a curious tone, was a little uncomfortable, though.

"So, you two have been fucking."

" ... Well..." Sheila said, shrugging with an ambiguous expression before looking at me.

"Mum... yes. Yes, we have. You must have known that."

"I just have a hard time picturing it."

"Y'know what I had a hard time with?" Sheila asked with a tricky grin.

"What?" Mum asked.

"You and Steven playing drawback."

I could have choked her. I'd told her about it the night before, but I didn't know how Mum would feel about me sharing that with her estranged sister. Luckily, Mum only blushed, suddenly grinning as she darted her eyes at me.

"Uh huh," Sheila chortled, "let's hear it."

"It sounds like my loyal son has already told you everything."

"No details, and I have to bug for what he does tell me."

"Never doubted you for a moment," Mum told me, to which we all laughed a bit, me painfully as I took a sip from my drink.

"So, tell me about it," Sheila started.

"What?"

"You know what. Drawback with Steven."

"Why should I?"

"Because you know I'd like it."

"Well..." Mum allowed, her blush deepening just a little as she cleared her throat to go on. "This other time-"

"Kathy!"

"This other time," Mum insisted, "the turning point, really. It was one morning when we were sitting at our table..."

"Oh boy," I groaned.

Being pretty sure of what she was going to relate, I took a healthy gulp of my drink, wondering how this was in any way better than the drawback story. Sheila took my dreadful expression and a flush that probably matched Mum's as a positive sign, no longer rolling her eyes in disappointment, but smiling again as Mum went on to make me look like the ultimate pervert.

"Well, we'd already been sleeping together, and uh... well, his cock was hard and pressed against me every night. After the, uhh... changes in my life, not to mention some other factors, such as it being years since I'd had a man, well..."

"Okay..." Sheila almost begged. "You're sitting at the table and..."

"We get to just... looking at each other. In that way, you understand."

"Yes."

"It was his birthday, and he asked me if I could pull up my top. So he could see me in my bra."

"Ohhh. Did you?"

"Yes. (Giggle) At first I was surprised, maybe a little shocked, but I couldn't have resisted. It made me feel good about myself, so I just did it. Then he wanted me to pull my skirt up and show him my ass and all..."

"And you did," Sheila assumed with a grin that looked as though it was going to split her face.

"Yeah!" Mum told her as though not doing so would have been utterly senseless.

They both giggled at this, Sheila looking at me with that look in her eye as I tried to avoid her expression.

"I knew he was perverted," she said, "but how refreshingly..."

"Honest?" Mum suggested.

"Yeah. That and maybe something else. It's hot as hell, I know that."

It was and there was no denying it. This memory had me well on the way towards a full erection and, as awesome as it would have been, I really didn't have the guts to get freaky with the misery sisters just then. However, there was no mistaking how the two were getting along. There was obviously no danger of Mum abusing Sheila, although my aunt felt more like a sister with Mum around. When they weren't trying to choke each other to death, the two seemed to have a unique bond that was quite unmistakable.

By the time Mum was halfway through telling her about how she agreed to show me her pussy, I realized that she was bragging. Yes, it was about turning herself and Sheila on, but she was also bragging about having access to me as her son and about my obvious attraction and loyalty to her.

I was at full erection and I was beginning to wonder why it was I'd even come to the cave to begin with, Mum regaling my now squirming aunt about the first time she played with my cock. This wasn't exactly the time to be talking to Mum about her off estate exploits, and I was gulping down the last of my drink in preparations of excusing myself when my condition got noticed.

"Look, Kathy," Sheila said.

I jumped a little at her grabbing my dick through my boxer briefs.

"Sheila," I complained, getting off the stool as Mum stared with a stupid grin.

"Where ya goin?" The little blonde asked.

"Yeah, where are you off to?" Mum asked, putting a hand on my lower back as she smiled at me. "You've just had a nasty punch in the stomach, you should sit down."

"Mum, I- Sheila, stop it," I said with a feeble gesture as her massaging hand felt so good.

"I love how he cums all over," was her reply.

Another feeble attempt was cut off when Mum pulled my underwear down for her sister.

"Oh, yeah," Sheila whispered, grabbing me up and stroking me slowly with her amazing technique.

"Sheila..." Mum said in the same tone, getting closer as she actually licked her lips. "You're such a little slut."

"Mmmmmm," she agreed, adding, "Go ahead, Kathy. Show me how you suck your son's cock."

"Uhmm..." my mother replied as she went to her knees.

With Sheila holding me at my base, Mum grabbed my thighs with firm hands and sucked my cockhead into her mouth with another moan. I moaned as well as I watched Sheila take this in, loving it as she directed Mum.

"Yeah, suck him. Suck his head. Suck like a whore."

"Mm- (slurp)- mmmm," Mum revved.

She didn't waste too much time, soon going right down on me, deepthroating like the pro she is before sucking me like the whore Sheila wanted to see. Oh god, it was so good, and Sheila's presence made it better in ways that are hard to qualify, but her own turn at my hardness was as appreciable as my mother's.

Both of them on their knees, they held me there as they shared me, licking and sucking at my cock and balls until I approached orgasm. In a sexual sense, they both knew me well enough to know that crucial moment, but it was Sheila who jerked my first few heavy shots to Mum's lower face before plugging my cock into her sister's mouth.

They both moaned almost as loud as I did as I watched my jizz running down Mum's chin, her throat swallowing mind numbing shots that Sheila's hand coaxed out, stroking me until I stopped, more cum running out of her dazed little sister's mouth and down her chin.

It was so good that it actually hurt, mostly because of my too recent stomach trauma, and I actually staggered backwards a step before they both stabilized me. Somewhere in my mind, I knew I'd better get out of there as soon as possible before I had them both riding me, sore gut or no.

My chance came when Sheila fastened her mouth to Mum's, deep kissing her. At first, she seemed hesitant, this act being somewhat of a dare for her as Mum took it with some surprise on her part. As the younger blonde got over it, Sheila became more sure of herself until they were both in each other's arms and making out.

The problem here was that I didn't want to miss this. It wasn't just two blonde sisters passionately making out, but somehow so much more. It was intoxicating, but I didn't feel up to getting entangled with these two for staying to watch.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt..."

We all jerked out of our own little world of perversions to the sound of Delores's voice behind us. We hadn't even noticed her coming in and even Sheldon looked surprised, removing his hands from his pants. The two had a definite and strong chemistry, and that was for sure.

"Mistress Ashleigh has instructed me to inform you that she'll be holding a family meeting in her den at midnight tonight. She suggests you rest beforehand as it may be a somewhat lengthy meeting, however refreshments will be served throughout and the kitchen will be open to any and all orders for the duration."

As she was saying this, her eyes were repeatedly drawn to the sexual spectacle of my Mum and her older sister in each other's arms with my cum smeared all over their mouths. She waited patiently for any questions before I finally broke out of the mental quagmire we were all stuck in to one degree or another to politely excuse her.

 

Kitten

I'd taken a shower and washed my hair thoroughly. What almost amounted to a smile crossed my lips as I put on a pair of deep maroon, lace bikini panties. I was thinking about how the ruiner's gut felt when it wrapped around my knuckles, how satisfying it was to see the look on his stupid, stunned face when he dropped to his knees in front of me. The fact that he'd puked, however gross, put the icing on the cake.

Not that I wasn't still mad. Oh, I was plenty mad, but by the time I donned a matching bra, I'd given up on trying to think of inventive ways to cause him grief, deciding instead to let fate drop its own opportunities in my lap as I went. Wearing a long, baggy pink T-shirt with an old pair of jeans, I grabbed a beer from my kitchenette and flumped down on the couch to watch some TV and try to get my mind off things.

It didn't work.

CTV news, filled with economic foreboding, made me think of Stevie, wondering what his opinions were, if he thought the troubles in the Middle East were contributing and what a rotten bastard he was.

Discovery made me think of Daddy and all those cozy nights we used to spend together in front of the TV. Gone forever now.

HGTV reminded me of a time when Gina and I were first together. I'd dragged her out to Peggy's house to help me fix her basement door and we had such a great time...

I was about to start crying when I turned the television off.

Thanks to the staff, my apartment was as tidy as a naval ship and there was just nothing to do except sit there and wallow as I waited for Auntie and Sheila.

"Oh my god."

"Get another drink," I suggested.

"I have a drink," I replied.

"You have a beer. Get another drink."

The soft tone of the doorbell saved me from having to wrestle with that. It was Delores.

"Hello, Ms. Burchell."

"Hi, Delores."

" ... Are you alright, Ma'am?"

"Yes."

"Of course. Mistress Ashleigh sent me to inform you of a family meeting in her den at midnight tonight."

"Midnight?"

"Yes, Ms. Burchell."

"In her den?"

"Yes, Ms. Burchell. Mistress indicates that it may be a lengthy meeting and that rest beforehand is advisable, however refreshments and orders from the kitchen will be available for the duration."

"Huh. Okay, thanks Delores."

"You're very welcome, Ma'am." she replied with a polite smile.

I closed the door and paused in thought before padding through my foyer and into my living room, to the coffee table where I quickly downed what was left of my beer before going to the kitchenette for that drink.

As soon as the triple was mixed, I downed it. I then started moving through my apartment, knocking things over and making as big as mess as I could, splashing water all over the bathroom, dumping powder and makeup, tossing the cushions from the living room all over the place and pulling the sheets off my bed, even whipping the pillows over the balcony railing.

I was laughing hysterically by the time I was pushing the box spring from my bed out into the corridor. Auntie Kathleen and Sheila had every right to be a little concerned when they rounded the corner to see this, more so when they got inside my apartment, but by then I was feeling strangely better.

"And you did all this because... why again?" Auntie asked as she and my biological mother worked to organize the bathroom well enough to dye my hair in it.

"I was bored," I said from the doorway where I leaned against the jamb with my arms folded under my boobies and with a smile that felt as strange as my mood. "I wanted something constructive to do, so I thought I'd clean my apartment. Only thing was that I had to mess it up first."

"Uh huh," she replied uncertainly as Sheila took glances at me and Auntie with a curious smile. "Sweetie pie, I love you, but... you're a strange girl," she said, laughing a little at the end of this statement.

I knew she didn't mean to offend and I only continued to smile, shrugging my shoulders. Hey, it wasn't as though I didn't know that. Even the kids in school knew it.

"Duh," Sheila sarcastically reinforced while gathering my makeup from the floor. "She's a Burchell, Kathy. Look what I do when I want to spend time constructively."

"What, other women's husbands?"

"Yeah, that's right, and you fuck your own kid."

"You like to watch."

"That's my point," Sheila said. "We're all strange. Have you been... fortunate enough to be a guest in Ashleigh's private rooms?"

"No," Auntie replied.

"I have," I said.

They both looked at me, Auntie with mild surprise, Sheila with a smile as she said, "So have I. A few times in fact, and I can tell you that Ashleigh is just as strange as any of us, if not more so. If any of us are 'normal' in that sense, it'd be Steven."

"I haven't told you about the time he sent me off to buy him a good pair of work boots with everything hanging out," Auntie told her.

Now Auntie smirked as we both looked at her, our smiles widening at what kind of an insight she would have to his sexual perversions. She told the tale, about how embarrassed she was, but how much fun she had stooping over in the little uptown shop for the male patrons with an impossibly short skirt and no panties or bra, of how she told him all about it when she returned.

This and other stories she told us throughout their visit led me to find out what kind of a job he'd had in Saint John. Unbeknownst to him, Auntie had looked into it personally, influencing his employers for a first-hand look at how he was earning their money. Her descriptive of the muddy, rat infested hellhole he toiled in was quite effective and my respect for him rose sharply, despite how I'd hoped to soon have another chance at punishing him.

During the process of once again becoming blonde, I also got to hear many stories from Sheila. I laughed at some of the things she told us, sometimes surprised, sometimes amazed, but slowly learning an odd kind of respect for her as well. She was very wise in her way, much like Daddy had said pertaining to her abilities with social situations. At some point, I felt comfortable enough to touch on this a little with her and, happily, she wasn't made too uncomfortable by my probe to answer directly.

"You're not like what I expected. I mean, you are in a lot of outward ways, but... the feel I get from you is not what I would have expected from everything Daddy and Peggy told me."

"No... I suppose not," she said, smiling a little and adding, "But that was a long time ago. I'm still essentially the same person, but I have- at least I like to think I have- a bit more wisdom in my extended years."

"Extended years?" Auntie asked with a smile that mirrored her sister's.

"Whatever makes your birthday more bearable, sweetie pie. But to really answer your question, Kitten, I guess I'd say that I've learned to slow down enough to try to see where I'm going and where I came from. I'm more educated, more experienced and I'm glad I don't come off the same way I did back then."

That made sense and I barely nodded my reply to her in the mirror as she worked at my hair, Auntie sitting with one hip on the vanity in front of us with a thoughtful expression.

As I spoke openly with the two of them, they the same, I felt a level of inclusion that I'd never felt before, not even with Auntie Kathleen. It had something to do with the two of them, that indescribable thing that they shared when together, and it was as though I were a guest, a sort of honourary 'misery sister' and I knew it was because I was Sheila's daughter more than my similarity as a Burchell, or that my gene pool even bore the name. I was a sort of chip off the ole block, to use the expression.

"What's on your mind, Kathy?"

"This meeting tonight," she mused.

"She always did this," Sheila told me in the mirror, rolling her eyes. "One time when we were growing up, a kid from two doors down started flying a kite in his backyard every day after school. Kathy saw the kite and after three days started wondering what was up with-"

"Sheila..."

"Ha! She starts wondering what's up with this kid and his kite. The silly thing thought he was signaling other kids in the neighborhood and wanted me to help her-"

"Okay, I was a kid at the time!" Auntie reminded while I giggled. "And I think this is bigger than that little rat bastard, Ryan Boswell!"

Sheila laughed out loud and I couldn't help but join her, my Aunt's suspicion and dislike of this person actually having hung on this long.

"And when he finally petered off and stopped," Sheila managed, "well that really messed her up. The poor fuckin kid probably just got bored with the kite, but Kathy figured he knew that she knew and-"




Sera Ch. 24



"Shut up!" Auntie told her with a tolerant smile.

It only made Sheila and I laugh all the harder, but she continued to tolerate this with her smile, saying, "Sure. ... Yup... Laugh it up. ... Uh huh."

"I'm just saying," Auntie went on after we mostly stopped, "that she hasn't called a meeting in her den before and I think we can attach some dramatic meaning to that."

"Such as?" Sheila asked.

"I think Ash has as many questions as we do and..."

"What?" I asked.

She looked at me and imparted, "I have a funny feeling that, pretty soon, a lot of things are going to look very different to all of us."

 

Steven

My eventual dilution was something I thought about, but refrained from discussing. The trouble was that there was no more point in thinking about it than there would have been in talking to myself about it because there was nothing I could actually do about it. It's possible I only turned the issue over in my mind as an effort to become familiar with, or accepting of it, but that didn't sit very well either.

Needless to say, I wasn't in the greatest mood when I strolled from the apartment wing on my way to Aunt Ashleigh's den. Knowing the beautiful little tard would be in attendance didn't help, and I reminded myself to be on my guard, or to at least stick a telephone book down my shirt.

The awful thing was that she too, in time, would be moved to the side by her share of the Burchell family legacy. It seemed silly for us to be not getting along in light of this, but she wasn't aware of that alarming, most inconvenient truth yet.

One thing that was working out positively was Mum and Sheila. I was quite happy with how they were getting along and I remembered Ashleigh telling me how Mum could never be what I needed in a woman. Apart from the solid reasons she gave at the time, there was now this one as well, that she was obviously meant to be with Sheila and vice versa.

The tall, open doors of Aunt Ashleigh's den spilled warm light into the otherwise darkened upper level. The Chandelier itself was off, but I stopped at the railing anyway, checking my watch and seeing that I had no time to linger. Something was bothering me and it wasn't any one issue, but something in a larger sense, like a feeling of apprehension. After wanting the answers for so long, the ones I'd already been made privy to were almost overwhelming as it was and now, presumably, I was about to get a lot more. Well, what did I expect?

The most subtle tremble crept into my body, and I cursed my earlier decision to not get shitfaced for this meeting. The ironic reason for this was that I suddenly wanted to avoid giving my mother's other son any more power than I had to while I still had any at all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I whispered dreadfully.

"It's alright."

" ... I could run."

"What?"

"Sure. I have the keys to the car and access to that laptop bag. Mum and everyone here would be just fine without me, and I could just go somewhere and have me a normal fuckin' life."

I didn't even reply. There was no need because Mum's other son knew as well as I did that if I wasn't found by Ashleigh's investigators, I'd only return of my own choice sooner or later anyway. Even before my eventual dilution, what kind of life could I have without them, without at least one person who I could be truly comfortable around? The truth was that Ashleigh's timing in reuniting the family was impeccable for everyone and there was no getting around the fact that this was where I needed to be.

"I'm fucked."

"Stop it."

I didn't answer, instead moved slowly for Ashleigh's den, the open threshold looming as another point of no return. The tremble got to my guts and threatened a cramp, but I set my teeth to it, straightening my tie and slicking my hair back, finally taking a deep breath before entering.

Stopping just inside the room, I found I was the last to arrive, Ashleigh sitting behind her desk and wearing one of her business suits, this one dark with light pinstripes and translucent. I could easily see her bright red bra and I wondered where in hell she got these outfits.

Kitten, sitting in a comfortable looking chair on the left of the room, wore a pair of burnished brown dress pants that fit her very well. (Everything fit her very well) Uncharacteristically, she also wore a coppery coloured, shiny blouse, but with a fair amount of visible cleavage. Most astounding was the fact that she was now blonde, her uncanny likeness to Sheila now complete and utterly stunning.

Both of them were intently watching Sheila and Mum, the two sisters sharing the red couch against the right wall. Mum was wearing a short, light blue sweater dress that looked more like something Sheila would wear while the ageless Elf Queen sported a thin, shiny, red metallic gown that reached her toes with a slit up the side that reached her hip. It was another sleeveless, exposed shoulders deal that showed absolutely no cleavage with a collar that ringed her throat.

As Kitten and Ashleigh watched, Mum held one of Sheila's hands in her lap, absently stroking the back of her finger as she smiled and spoke to her ear in low tones. Sheila looked happy enough to burst from her gown and wrap herself right around her little sister.

Then Mum actually noticed me, suddenly looking around in surprise to find the other two watching. However, she only addressed Ashleigh with a scowl that was the total opposite of what her features showed only seconds before.

"What are you looking at?"

"Christ almighty, Kathleen," Ashleigh complained, rolling her eyes and looking at me to add, "Welcome, sweetie pie. Please sit."

"Not beside me," Kitten immediately threw in.

Her expression had also changed and was, if anything, more hostile than my mother's and aimed at me.

"Kitten, please," Ashleigh diplomatically requested.

"He's a fuckwart."

The eldest Burchell sister forced back a sudden smile, her eyes glancing at me for an instant to say so clearly, "Well, she's got you there."

I looked away because there was no sense in arguing or standing up to kitten, and we all knew it. I chose the rather smallish maroon, velvet chair beside the red couch and near the door. It looked like a short cup with a notch cut out, and it wasn't as comfortable as the large chair beside Kitten's looked to be, but I wasn't complaining.

"I'm only asking for some civility for the sake of this meeting, Kitten. You remember our talk?"

"Yes, Auntie," she tightly replied.

Across a small, round end table, Mum smiled at me as sympathetically as she could while Sheila smirked outright, probably thinking of how stupid I was. Considering an earlier epiphany of sorts, I again had to agree with her. I should have known that, of all people, Kitten wasn't the type of person who'd be able to handle being cut off from her roots very well.

The last occupant of the room, Lynette, occupied a chair to Ashleigh's right. With an unusually blank expression of passive content, she rose and crossed the room to close the door, the luscious blonde smiling politely at all of us, but without her usual zest. As she asked us if we required anything, I noted that Mum and Sheila also caught the difference in her as they placed their orders, but Ashleigh only asked for a cognac as she shuffled papers and larger documents on her desk.

I gave in and ordered a triple whiskey with water because of the Jedi Kitten staring at me. Now more uncomfortable than trembly, I watched her peripherally and saw Marie in her to such an extent that I wondered how I could ever trust the little freak in any case. As at other times when I'd see our grandmother in her, I found it more than just a little disturbing.

After what seemed like an eternity, we were all served and Aunt Ashleigh cleared her throat, looking around the room at us all. Thankfully, this silent, slightly dramatic beginning was enough to get Kitten's angry glare off of me, and I tried to get comfortable as the erotically suited woman began speaking.

"I'd like to start by apologizing to Kathleen and Sheila. I certainly didn't mean to offend when I told about my experiences with our mother during our last family meeting, but I should have been more considerate of your very different experiences with her, and I'm sorry for my callousness."

Both Mum and Sheila were quite surprised, but they nodded their heads in acceptance of the offering, Sheila only after Mum did, I'd noted.

"I'll try to watch that from here on. Actually, I owe all of you an apology in one way or another, but I hope you'll all understand why and how certain things had to be done, such as my investigators. In any case," she added with a guilty little grin, I'd hoped to offer up apologies where appropriate as I went."

She looked down at her desktop as though surveying the disorganized looking mess there. Her grin faded and, in a thoughtful, almost distracted tone, she changed the subject, speaking for several seconds to the desk before looking up.

"I've tried to arrange everything I'd like to discuss tonight into some sort of coherent presentation, but it's really not that simple. Of course, I'm talking about us, or if it makes it easier for the sake of conversational referral... Sera."

Somewhat dramatically, she left it there for some moments, again looking down at the top of her desk while the rest of us, except the vacant Lynette, were already hooked on her words.

"'Sera' is how Grammie Sammy's mother referred to us, or the part of us that is... other than us. All of us in this room share her to one degree or another, or I could say, in one form or another. Kitten is the last of us to be introduced to Sera, and I'd like to tell you all right here and now that I in no way preferred the method by which that had to be done, but there was little other choice. Timing is so often like that. Nevertheless, I do apologize, sweetie pie."

Kitten seemed a little surprised at this as well, but accepted in the same silent manner as our mothers had, possibly only so that Ashleigh could go on.

"As for the rest of us, we've had our questions for a while now, some of us longer than others, but none of us with the support structure Kitten now enjoys when we wrestled with the mysteries of what we are. I myself, even after gaining the knowledge of Grammie and everything that was passed down to her, still have questions, though I've answered a few since her death. Yet, the more answers I found, the more questions the mystery of Sera posed, and the deeper they became.

"And now that we're all on the same page, I can share what I've learned so we can have an open dialogue about all of our experiences, so that we can learn about ourselves from one another and vice versa. So... with that in mind, I suppose I should start with explaining why the name 'Sera' and where she started. For that, however, I suppose its best we start with Grammie's mother, Rebecca.

"Rebecca was the first of us to gather a somewhat definitive collection of information, though she didn't start until she was forty. She was a very forceful woman, not of a type to normally be found in the Toronto of her day, but very well suited for the task she'd set herself. According to Grammie and what I came to know of her from her own writings, Rebecca was a very intelligent, intuitive, resourceful and beautiful woman with many talents besides the ones Sera provides."

Aunt Ashleigh paused here with a smile, taking a sip from her drink before going on with, "Quite a remarkable woman. In her community, she utilized a very pious public persona with the church, which allowed her quite a bit of... understanding. To be specific, if anyone found her a little odd, should they stare a little too long at her dazzling hazel eyes and see something strange... Why, that was the glory and the truth of the Lord shining through."

"You're kidding," Mum toned in disbelief.

"Not at all. Among other things, she and her mother ran a soup kitchen during the depression with prayers before each meal. When Rebecca went away and came back with a daughter, but no husband, nobody asked any questions. People knew whose money was feeding and sheltering them, how much she and her mother put in the collection plate every Sunday and the personal resources they'd funneled to home tutoring children who'd had to quit school in order to go to work. Nobody questioned her social power and influence any more than they did her seemingly limitless money or holy motivations. It was a kind of family management that she'd learned very well and very early on from her mother and, while I have no doubt they were glad to help their community, it was largely a front to dissuade questions. Even if any of her 'supporters' somehow slipped her control, if any stories of the wild and taboo sex parties she and her mother often hosted were ever leaked to the public, the accuser's claims would seem absurd in the face of the family's public credibility."

We were all smiling at the picture Ashleigh was painting of this ancestor of ours, Kitten included as she seemed to have forgotten about hating me, at least for the time being.

"Again, Rebecca was a very attractive woman," Ashleigh reiterated as Lynette rose and took a thin sheaf of papers from her Mistress's desk, passing one page to each of us.

She again took her seat while Ashleigh took a few slow sips of her drink, giving us time to look over a photocopy of an old picture. A dark haired woman who I'd have guessed to be close to six feet in height looked back at me with a direct, authoritative expression that would offer no shit and certainly never take any. Also, I could see how this woman's fine, mid to late twenties beauty and apparent righteous godliness would make anyone think twice before accusing her of anything unseemly. The wacky thing though, the thing that I gasped at along with others, was that it was Sheila's/Kitten's face under the smart little hat. I'd have thought we'd all be used to that type thing by then.

She wore a long skirt that almost reached her ankles with a wide collared, short jacket that only buttoned at the top. Whatever colour the stylish looking outfit was, in the old black and white, these articles appeared gray while the blouse, buttoned to the neck, appeared white with a small cross or crucifix. It was displayed over her blouse and must have been on a very short chain for it to lay so close to her throat. Despite this and how she was dressed, it was easy to see that this woman was built very well and this, along with her expression and the short background I'd gotten, had me suddenly wanting her. When Ashleigh began talking again, I actually jumped a little.

"As it happens, the name 'Rebecca' means, 'a young woman whose beauty ensnares men'. Seriously. She was thirty-seven in that picture."

"Holy shit," I barely whispered, shaking my head.

"Don't get too attached, sweetie pie," Ashleigh chuckled. "Your Mother's method of child rearing would seem liberal beside Rebecca's, and she could be very hard to take. As much of a force as she was, even at a young age, she was also conflicted, tortured even, and the older she got, the worse she became and the more Grammie avoided her, which didn't help things between them. Samantha was expected to take over the family tradition of philanthropy and the protection of our fortune, but she obviously didn't have the personal force for it. Rebecca's only daughter became increasingly introverted as she got older, and things between them were only a little better than what they would be between Grammie and Mum years later.

"Now, as I've said, Rebecca wasn't always very fun to be around. She got worse after her own mother died and Grammie made her sound like a raving lunatic at times, but she also told me that she'd found her weeping hysterically in her bed on several occasions. In addition to this, her sex parties were becoming more and more outlandish, not to mention dangerous for Sera. She'd even been influencing church wives and young women, encouraging them to uh, give of themselves. To be more precise, they gave themselves to homeless men."

"Oh, my..." Mum expressed with a sudden perk. "Why didn't I think of that? I'm beginning to like this Rebecca."

"You would," Ashleigh laughed. "But this was going way too far, and later on, after a particular incident, even she knew it. Rebecca was actually the one who packed everything up and came here. She bought this estate and redirected the family wealth, changing the family name to Long. This was where she finished gathering what information she could, mostly staying out of trouble until... well... as a regrettably dark footnote, she also hung herself here when she was fifty-one."

One could almost hear the subtle and collective whoosh of air softly escaping lungs as we all took that in. With Mum's comment and recent behaviour in mind, I looked again at the picture of the young woman whose beauty ensnared men, unable not to think also of Kitten and Sheila.

"Mum was eight or nine at the time and, according to Grammie, she never knew about what happened. She did it just outside the door here. Back then, there was no chandelier and she actually had one of the servants string the noose from the upper ceiling for her. Grammie was avoiding her as usual and Mum, like I said, was a kid and probably off somewhere, so there was nobody to stop the servant from doing as he was told."

"But why?" Kitten asked, a little shaken.

"I don't know," our aunt replied. "She didn't leave a note or anything that explained it. Personally, I've always suspected that she was afraid she'd betray Sera with her behavior, maybe also with a need to safeguard Samantha and Marie from herself. I mean, she'd already pulled up stakes to move out here, so..."

"Why the repeated physical traits?" Mum asked, looking at the photocopy of her great grandmother with a frown.

"Another of the many things I don't know. But back to my original point, Rebecca was the first to document what had been handed down to her pertaining not just to the line of our physical ancestors, but insights on we of Sera. Because what her mother, Odette, was able to tell her was often sparse on detail with many gaps in the timeline, especially the further back she went, Rebecca was also the first of us to begin digging into alternative sources to fill in some of those gaps and details. She had the money and the resources but, maybe just as importantly, she had access to people who still lived at the time, people who had stories, some of them firsthand accounts. With this in mind, I can now start from the beginning of the story as assembled by Rebecca in a place that is now called Markham, Ontario."

"I've been there," Mum stated.

"Me too," Sheila joined.

"No you haven't," Ashleigh disagreed with a grin. "Oh, you've been on the property that is now called Markham, but you've never been where I'm about to take you. This is pre Markham of the mid seventeen-hundreds. The British hadn't yet driven out the French and what would be the city of Toronto amounted to little more than a clearing in the trees with a fort/trading post where Exhibition Grounds are now. There were some several families and such in the area, but the place was really just a waypoint in the middle of the woods for further exploration of the continent. Back then, 'the big smoke' was just trees, trees and more trees. People cut them down as fast as they could, burning them in huge piles just to clear them away from what would become the downtown core and, of course, for farmland.

"What would eventually become Markham was like the back forty acres of Toronto, a small farming community where the people didn't make much of a go of it before the area was abandoned. The officially documented reason for this blames a lack of roads, but our documentation indicates something else altogether. Enter Marie Roy, or our informational consensus of her.




Sera Ch. 24



"From here, please be advised that much of this story was told to Rebecca by one Armand Roche, a great grandchild of Michelle Pelletier, one of the few found of the original inhabitants of that farming community. Armand was an artist, by the way, and the four seasonal paintings down in the main level hall are his work. Roche's grandfather related most of the following events to him as it was related to him by his mother, Michelle. Only some of this has been corroborated by other sources, but the Roche testimony is the strongest overall, so both Rebecca and I give it cautious credit."

Having dropped this disclaimer, she continued, "Regarding the name 'Marie', you're probably thinking this is another strange coincidence, but it was actually a common name among French women who were born around that time. I don't have an exact date, place of birth, or any information on where she came from, or who her parents were. Other than a cursory check, I never really looked because, as Rebecca didn't, I don't believe it's relevant to our interests. As it was difficult enough to obtain records and accounts from as far back as we have, I felt efforts were best aimed in different directions. I'm not saying that it's impossible to further research Marie Roy, only that I've seen little point in gaining any information that wasn't relatively easy to come by with regards to our purposes.

"Okay, so Marie was a young bride, married to a farmer there in pre Markham. By all accounts, she was quite attractive with blonde hair, bright blue eyes and comely build, but she also had a rather serious problem. According to Michelle Pelletier, Marie would sometimes talk to herself, or imaginary people, make wild claims of incredible things that nobody believed for an instant, and was prone to 'hysteria'.

"I hold no degrees in psychiatry," Ashleigh admitted as she sat back in her chair, "but I'd guess the poor girl was schizophrenic. Since schizophrenia is a degenerative disease, it's possible that her husband wasn't even aware of any problem when he married her, but her condition would worsen as schizophrenia always does when left untreated. At the time, Benjamin Rush was twelve years old, still some years away from kicking modern psychology from the womb, and the idea that mental disorders weren't witchcraft or the cause of demonic possession was only just becoming widely accepted.

"Well, as the story goes, when the French abandoned the fort in seventeen-fifty-nine in the face of the invading British, some of the farmers and other settlers there went with them. One of these people was Marie's husband, abandoning her there with the fort and the few others who chose to stay for whatever reason. How she made out isn't known, but I'd assume that she had some shelter left behind by him, perhaps her choice of rudimentary homes among those abandoned there, and it's possible that some may have been open minded enough to look after her in some way. In part, I say that because while it was rumoured then that her sudden, illegitimate pregnancy was the result of a passing British soldier, it's equally possible that it was someone who was looking after her.

"Remember, she was young and attractive and her disorder would have made her easy prey. Her physical attributes would have offered enough incentive for any well meaning, maybe otherwise married man to reward himself for helping her. Who can say? In any case, this was enough to socially finish her off in pre Markham, but it wasn't only her pregnancy in itself that accomplished that.

"Reportedly, she would often go to the same fields her husband used to work before he left, looking for him. She would sometimes return telling of what a grand time she and her husband had that day and how they both looked forward to the arrival of their child. By the time she was six months pregnant and claiming the devil had ravaged her in the fields, nobody was listening and she was probably lucky she was even still being tolerated.

"People did start listening, however, when she began talking about hurting her own unborn. They started restricting her movements in order to keep her in sight and, sure enough, they eventually found it necessary to restrain her. I have no idea how far along she was when this became necessary, nor how they did it, but that's how the child was born. She named her 'Seraphine'."

"Interestingly, the name 'Seraphine' means 'serpent'. I'm assuming Marie knew this in some measure, given her claims of having been ravaged by the devil, and named her child accordingly. Soon after giving birth, Marie tried to kill her baby. Again, no details on this incident, but if the settlers cared enough about her child to keep her from killing it before it was even born, they must have protected Seraphine from her after she was born as well. In turn, we'd have to assume that Marie was able to somehow get around their precautions on this occasion but this, apparently, was the last straw for the settlers and their patience with poor Marie Roy came to an end.

"One can't blame them, really," Ashleigh mused. "It was a tough life and there was little time or resources for someone who couldn't pull their own weight. They weren't equipped in any way to deal with Marie and she would always be a clear and present danger to Seraphine, so getting rid of her was the only option. Some traders agreed to take her back East with them. Whether she ended up in an institution, or ever even made it back East, I have no idea. Again, she'd have been easy and desirable prey."

Another pause on Ashleigh's part allowed us to ingest all she'd just told us. My mind buzzed about this new information, grabbing and placing the new components of a larger picture here and there with the ones I'd already had. Having to force my premature questions to the backburner, I waited for my aunt to continue.

"Seraphine was taken in by a young couple who had no children. Larouche was their last name, though they raised Seraphine with her mother's family name. This is possibly the same house that had harboured Marie, possibly the same man who'd impregnated her. Things work out funny that way sometimes, but that's pure speculation at this late date.

"Up till now, Michelle's story comes from what her mother told her because Michelle herself was born in the same year as Seraphine, that being seventeen-sixty-one. So, here we move ahead some years to the point where Michelle has solid memories of growing up with Seraphine.

Ashleigh paused here, looking at us as though appraising how we were taking the story so far before jumping back in again.

"She was every bit as beautiful as her mother, as she had her face, but with black hair. They said she was the spitting image, but it was her eyes that drew people's attention. Unlike her mother's bright blue, Seraphine's were bright hazel and described as 'stupefier' and 'aveugler'. Both these words quite directly translate as 'bedazzling'. As a child, she had a sort of...thing that people noticed. The Larouches spoiled her to the extent that they could, and she tended to get her way with everyone as she grew into a teen.

"Once she hit that time when adolescents naturally start to rebel, to test their borders and limitations, things began to change. In those days, it was normal and necessary for children to work the farm with their parents, but Seraphine no longer bothered with this. People observed a home where she seemed to be calling the shots and the happy couple who took her in now acted like they were sleepy all the time, as the account says. In the meantime, Seraphine would often go off alone for the entire day, sometimes to the very fields her mother used to often return to in her schizophrenic delirium.

"I'd think that would have tripped people out," Ashleigh sighed with a raised brow. "I mean, having her mother's face would have been remarked on, but ultimately overlooked as it was with Kathleen and Mum. To see her spending time in those very fields, though... Of course, we must assume that someone told her of her mother and that particular behavior of hers. Someone mentioned something to their children, or conversation regarding it was overheard by one of her friends, possibly Michelle herself, who then told Seraphine but, even so, this wouldn't go over quite well.

"This was when Michelle's mother informed her of Seraphine's parentage, Marie's claim of being ravaged by the devil and also when she told her to have nothing more to do with the girl. From the account, one gets the impression that Michelle wasn't one of Seraphine's close friends anyway, as the information comes across from the point of an observer rather than a participant. It's possible that Seraphine had no close friends at all, but I say that from gut instinct and it's not based on any information I have. Whatever her social standing in regards to her peers up to that point, the story says that she was... politely shunned.

"So, no longer comfortable around others, she withdrew completely, never leaving the Larouche farm and often not even the farmhouse itself. At first, the curious, or concerned neighbors if you will, started finding reasons to visit the Larouche farm, sometimes getting a brief sighting of an unkempt girl before she withdrew to the farmhouse. Her parents wouldn't allow any visitors and soon discouraged people from dropping by at all. They accordingly withdrew and wouldn't speak much when they had to go to town for supplies. People noted their tired eyes and clucked at what a nightmare the poor couple must be putting up with in their mad, adoptive daughter.

"I'm sure they were just glad there was someone to take care of it this time around. They didn't have to deal with her, or worry about the girl being around their own sons and daughters and, apart from an understandable, curious kind of concern that people show when they've got nothing to lose, they were happy enough with the arrangement and it became the norm.

"Then some several years later- Michelle puts her age at eighteen, which makes Seraphine the same- the norm changed when a priest from town showed up at the settlement. I don't know if he was told about the Larouche place, or if he went out their way in the same random manner as he may have visited the other farmsteads but, after several days, he didn't return.

"Fearing the priest had gotten lost in the woods, a small group went out to the Larouche place to ask after him. This group, a man with his wife and two other men, must have expected to be run off as they approached. Whether they were prepared to stand for that this time, who can say, but that's not what happened anyway.

"They get to the front door, knock and get an answer. It's Mrs. Larouche wearing an apron. Just an apron, I mean. Heh. So, they ask her about the preacher and she says that he did make it there and was in fact still there. The group wants to speak to him, so Mrs. Larouche invites them in.

"Now, the woman agrees to go in but, likely because of Mrs. Larouche's fashion sense, tells the three men to wait in the dooryard. They wait for quite some time before she comes back out. She tells them that the preacher is just fine and about the lovely time she had visiting with the Larouches, but when asked about Mrs. Larouche's attire, she laughed. Basically, she'd only say that it was alright and not to worry about it. When they asked if she'd seen Seraphine, she said that she had and that the young woman was very friendly and charming."

"But it didn't stop there..." Mum assumed in a low tone.

"No, it didn't," Ashleigh assured, elaborating, "As many days later, that preacher still hadn't returned, but people had seen this woman who'd been inside the Larouche house that day on her way back out there with her husband on a few separate occasions. When asked, they said the Larouche's were very nice people and that they enjoyed the preaching.

"Uh huh," Sheila laughed.

"Yeah," Ashleigh agreed with a knowing smirk. "But then- and I don't know the time interval here, or if something else went on that the Roche account leaves out- people started... waking up with the wrong spouses."

"Huh?" Kitten asked.

Shrugging, Ashleigh explained while looking at her, "Apparently, people just started waking up with someone else's husband or wife in their bed with them. At first, nobody said anything because it was such an embarrassing... thing. I mean, just imagine it. It would seem like a horrible and embarrassing mistake of some sort.

"Now, I'd like to note here that this refusal on the part of the settlers to act brings into focus what I'd said earlier of how society was only then learning not to look at mental illness as a form of witchcraft or demon possession. They had to have been looking towards the Larouche house and thinking something along those more traditional lines and their hesitation to act, as both Rebecca and I see it, is evidence enough of this as it translates to fear.

"So, they keep sneaking around, trying to cover up these embarrassing 'mistakes' until it becomes apparent to everyone that nobody's immune. At this point, maybe nobody wanted to put a stop to things. Maybe Seraphine had been around to most of them and they were influenced to roll with it or whatever, but they soon stopped worrying about waking up with other people's spouses. Michelle remembers one of her young friends waking up in her parent's bed on many occasions, herself waking up in several different houses over some months. By the time it became common for women to go topless that summer, it also seemed alright to have sex with whoever a person woke up with before simply going back home.

"Also, people were speaking very highly of Seraphine, although there are no accounts of anybody interacting with, or even meeting her other than the preacher, the woman who'd asked after him and her husband. Even Rebecca mentioned in her personal writings that it was as though the settler's questions were being answered practically before they could ask them, so everything was alright.

"This is where Roche's story becomes sparse and uninformative up until the end, and I think you'll get a sense as to why this is. Apparently, not everyone in the settlement was affected by 'whatever' it was that was going on, and these people probably slowed the social degradation of the community. Michelle, a woman who Roche's grandfather described as, 'pourri', or 'addled', as that word translates, remembered being confined with her mother to a room in their home one late autumn evening by her father. He went out afterward and later returned, rushing them from the house and into the woods, urging them to run and to keep running as fast as they could.

"Please do keep in mind that rushing off into the woods in the black of night in pre Markham was almost as bad as going for a swim in crocodile infested waters. Yet, they and around ten others hurried over a trail throughout the night with the sounds of angry, pursuing shouts behind them.

"Two days later found them miraculously at the larger settlement of pre Toronto where Michelle's father told she and her mother that there'd been a skirmish the night before and that some people had died. When asked when they could go back home, he said that they could never go back, nor ever tell anyone what happened there in that little farming settlement. From there, the group made their way back east, eventually settling in Quebec.

"That's the end of the Roche account, and I have no further information regarding that time period other than the official record, which states that pre Markham was abandoned soon after and left uninhabited until after the American Revolution. Rebecca was able to track down two other descendants from the small group that escaped that night, but the accounts passed down to them weren't nearly as complete, or as detailed and mostly only served to back up the Roche testimony. Seraphine, the Larouche's and the rest of the community effectively disappeared. However..."



Sera Ch. 25



Kitten

Instead of continuing, Auntie Ashleigh took her lapel between thumb and forefinger and fanned herself with it, remarking, "Fuck me, it's hot."

Lynette rose from her seat, walked across the room and opened the doors on no cue from Auntie that I could see. Stevie also noted this, as had Auntie Kathleen and Sheila.

"I wonder if we wouldn't like to have some ice cream sent up?" she asked, unbuttoning her see through blazer.

"I'd love ice cream," I voted.

Sheila and Auntie Kathleen agreed while the big goof in the corner waved off the opportunity in favour of visiting the wet bar. He had a very thoughtful look on his face as he dumped whiskey into his glass and I noted how good he looked in those dress pants, shirt and tie. I wondered when I started liking that look on a man, noting further that he could really use a haircut when I remembered he was a piss-head and that I hated him for ruining everything with Gina.

Lynette had moved back behind Auntie's chair by then, drawing the long, red, heavy curtains to open the tall windows that looked out over the front courtyard. Once a slightly cool breeze started through the room, we all sighed relief and gave Lynette our orders while jerk-face looked on with his drink. Leaning against the wall beside the bar, he finally spoke after Lynette exited the room.

"So, Michelle had been influenced."

"That's what I got," Auntie Ashleigh confirmed.

"Both she and her mother," he continued, adding, "That's what Roche meant when he described Michelle as being addled. He wouldn't have known it, but that means she was never put back to rights before they had to run for it."

"Speculative, but reasonable."

"So, Seraphine definitely must have been going around," he surmised. "She was influencing them, conditioning their minds without them even knowing it, but there were enough people who she either didn't get to in time, or who slipped her control, to finally try mounting a resistance of some sort."

"One that apparently didn't work out in their favour," Auntie Kathleen said.

"No," Stevie toned in agreement as he swirled the ice in his glass, looking vacantly out the parted drapes. "It's pretty chilling. Imagine a life and death struggle with people you thought you knew that ends in having to abandon your house in the middle of the night. Imagine running for your life with a pack of howling, mindless fanatics of Seraphine's ghastly little personality cult chasing you through the woods for two fucking da-"

"We get the picture, sweetie pie," Auntie Ashleigh cut him off, a little annoyed.

"But, how come they didn't just go to Toronto for help earlier?" I asked.

"Probably because they wouldn't have known what to tell anyone," Auntie surmised. "In addition, they would have had to make the trip on foot, probably with others for some safety against the very real threat of natural predators. Again, I remind you that this wasn't today's Toronto and there were no taxis, busses, or even direct roads to hasten progress, rather a foot trail through the woods. As it was, it took the fleeing settlers two days to reach Lakeshore, and that was hurrying along."

"I keep thinking of Marie," Sheila told us.

We all quietly agreed on what a tragic figure the poor woman was, all except for my asshole cousin, who ambled back towards his chair with his eyes on the carpet. He seemed to be ignoring me and it pissed me off to no end that he could, but I was distracted by his thoughtful demeanor as well as his sex appeal.

"Is there any detail at all to her claim of being ravaged by the devil in the fields?" Sheila asked, her eyes glancing at Stevie for an instant.

"No," Ashleigh replied, shaking her head with a frown. "But I find it interesting that Michelle's mother would have related that claim among all the other wild claims Marie must have been making. Apart from spending time with her imaginary husband out in the fields, nothing else of her delusive claims were related. At least nothing deemed memorable enough above her demonic assault.

"Also, I point out again the unwillingness on the part of the other settlers to do anything when things started to get weird. Because of the reliance these families would have had on each other, I seriously doubt this was because they were minding their own business. They were afraid. Yes, I think they became aware on some level that there was something very different about Seraphine. Both Rebecca and I look at Marie's claim of being ravaged by the devil seriously because it certainly seems the settlers did, but only once Seraphine got old enough."

"But," I injected, "just because society in general had mostly stopped believing that crazy people are possessed and stuff doesn't mean that these people did. I mean, this was back in the woods and they might not have seen things that way. It might have been only natural for them to think any weird stuff with Seraphine would mean she was a witch, or possessed."

"An excellent point," Auntie commented. "I'd considered that, but they seemed tolerant of Marie. Too, I tend to give the pioneers more credit than that. They may or may not have been university educated, but it takes a lot more than that to hack out a life where they were trying to do it and under the conditions they were trying to do it under. Pioneering was not for the ignorant, or those who couldn't think progressively and adapt."

"Yeah, and you're right about Marie," I agreed. "Yet, they did seem convinced that something beyond insanity was going on with Seraphine."

"Right," she said. "And from what we all know from our own personal experiences, the account points to her as... special since birth. I'm inclined to think they'd know the difference between a mental disability and something... other."

"And," I threw in, taking it farther as I got up to freshen my own drink, there's how Marie tried to kill Seraphine before she was born, but only after she said she'd been ravaged by the devil."

"Exactly, Auntie Kathleen contributed, "Up to then, there's no problem, just a crazy young woman with a baby on the way, but nobody ended up abandoning their homes to run for their lives from her, did they?"

"Yeah," Sheila said, "but the story's missing something."

We all looked at her, thinking this was an odd thing for her to say. She was expressionless, staring at Stevie.

" ... Huh?" Auntie Ashleigh asked.

The eldest of us was looking from Sheila to Stevie, back to Sheila as he only gazed back at his little Aunt.

"What's this now?" Auntie prodded further, sitting straighter, paying curious attention but wanting an answer.

"There was a problem with the pregnancy," Sheila explained in a slightly hollow voice as she and Stevie continued to stare at one another. "Marie was down... prone in the fields one day. Seraphine was dead in the womb and Marie was in trouble, too."

" ... What?" Auntie Ashleigh asked, her expression now beyond curiosity and trained on her sister until Stevie spoke.

"That's when it got in. It occupied Seraphine and then saved Marie's life in order that she could be it's... incubator."

" ... Okay, what's going on?" Ashleigh almost demanded, standing and revealing her sexy, high cut red panties beneath her short, translucent business skirt.

"Have you ever looked another Burchell in the eyes during simultaneous orgasm?" Stevie asked her.

"Yes, flying. I did it with Mum and Grammie; it's the only way to bond."

"Well..." he suddenly hesitated, glancing at me with worry as he explained, "I've gone flying with Mum, but Sheila and I experienced..."

"We experienced what we just told you," Sheila finished, Auntie Ashleigh's astounded eyes rounding on her again. "We were there. Well we weren't, but..."

"But we were," he finished for her in turn.

"I... I was going to get into flying later on," Auntie Ashleigh imparted.

She wasn't quite so thunderstruck now, but still plenty interested as she remained on her feet, leaning over with her hands spread on her desk.

Stevie, his eyes having a pretty good time with Auntie's body, shrugged and told her it was a recent event before her astonished gaze returned to Sheila, as though for confirmation.

"It was pretty trippy," Sheila admitted. "I mean, one minute I'm moving into one of those orgasms that you just know is gonna be a really good one... then it's like I'm being... sucked out of... this," she tried to convey, gesturing around her with her arms, "and then I'm..."

"Weightless and rushing with the wind," I helped.

"Yes," she said, looking and pointing at me. And I was there with Steven, but he was..."

I knew what she wanted to say, but I couldn't finish for her this time. I suppose it still bothered me a little that he'd been sleeping with her and not me, that he was now having important experiences with her that he might be having with me. I needn't have bothered anyway. Auntie Kathleen, with a blush and the same hesitant glance around the room, finished Sheila's thought for us both.

"You're individual, but a part of him."

"Yes," Sheila said, now focusing on Auntie Kathleen while I scowled at her son. "It was like... vodka and milk."

Auntie Kathleen smiled at this. It was certainly a good analogy to how it felt with me and Auntie Ashleigh, but I preferred to heap silent hatred on the big ruiner/bleeding fuckwart just then.

"And that's what you saw?" Auntie Ashleigh asked her.

"Well, I didn't see it. I experienced it."

That's when Lynette returned bearing a tray loaded with glass dishes of ice cream that nobody seemed particularly interested in anymore, save for me. After our blonde servant put the tray down, I alone got up to get a dish of the cold, refreshing stuff while Auntie Ashleigh processed this new information. Walking across the room, I dumped mine in Stevie's lap, spinning on my heel afterward with a triumphant smile as he howled a sudden curse, all startled eyes now on me.

Politely, I asked Lynette, "I'm sorry, may I please have another?"

 

Steven

Mounting belief that I deserved this abuse from Kitten didn't help me to quell my anger over her childish stunt. Restraining myself from firing her right out the window was done with award winning personal will as Mum rushed over, clucking as though it were an unfortunate accident as she tried to clean it up. Ashleigh's response was to use Kitten's name with a tone that almost scolded while Sheila pointed at me and laughed her pretty little face off.

On the way back to the den, after having changed into the third set of clothes that day on account of my freakishly retarded cousin munchkin, I still fumed about it, only returning at all because I had to. It seemed that most everything I did as of late was because I had to and, with another half pint of whiskey inside me since I'd returned to my apartment, I wasn't much liking that.

"She called me what?" Sheila laughed as I neared the open doors of Ashleigh's den.

"She said that at least you were a competent disaster," Kitten giggled, to which all the god-damned crazy Burchell women laughed uproariously.

"So fucking glad you're all enjoying yourselves," I almost seethed upon entry, glaring at Kitten.

"Oh, boy," Ashleigh said as though it was a joke.

"Sweetie pie, please curb your language."

I presented myself with another mental award for not throwing Mum out that window in place of Kitten.

"I don't see why he even has to be here at all," Kitten spouted with a venomous little expression. "Why can't he sit in another room with one of those closed circuit TV mon-?"

"I'm sure you don't see why I have to be here," I retorted, "and if I didn't have to be, partially for your sake, I sure as hell wouldn't be!"

"Stev-," Ashleigh started.

"Waddya mean, my sake?" she demanded, unfolding her legs as though getting ready to spring from the chair.

"I mean-"

"Steven!" Ashleigh warned.

"The only thing you've ever done for my sake was to ruin my relationship with Gina!"

"You were ruining your relationship with Gina, you little fuck!" I suddenly thundered, stepping forward and standing right over her as I pointed angrily at her. "I tried to tell you about how people we care about get fucked up, but you only wanted to have a good little fuckin time with-!"

"Steven, Shut the FUCKUUUUPP!!!"

It was Mum. She sat there with one of those expressions she used to have after I'd get myself into trouble at school while we all stood stunned. It wasn't just the near glass shattering pitch, but the fact that she'd actually said the 'F word' like that. Kitten had frozen in the act of finally rising from her chair, and Sheila looked as though the best part of her was on the ceiling. Ashleigh was the first to move and, the next thing I knew, I was being rushed out of the room by her.

"Do you think you can keep a hold of yourself in there!?" she angrily hissed.

We were at the second floor railing that surrounded the chandelier that hung where Rebecca used to, another chilling reality of our past that didn't fail to impress something upon my sarcastic reply.

"Yes, god dammit, I think I can! But it'd help a fuck of a lot if you kept that little freak on a leash whi-"

"Keep your voice down, you idiot!"

"-while I'm doing that," I continued, angrily growling at her volume, "because there's only so much I can put up with if you actually want me in there!"

"Of course we want you there, but we had her calmed down! She promised not to do that stuff anymore, and if you hadn't come in acting like such an asshole, I'd have told you that she'd agreed to be civil for the rest of the meeting! Really, Steven, try to contain yourself!"

With my heated reply still in my throat, finger raised to help make my point, she quickly walked away from me, back to her den where her suddenly diplomatic tone addressed Kitten. After presenting myself with a third award for not tossing her over the railing and to her death, I swallowed some pride, chased with an equal measure of anger, and followed.

Inside, the little tard refused to so much as look at me. This suited me just fine as I went straight for the wet bar without looking at any of them. Sometimes it seemed as though nobody was on my side except for, of all people, my mother's other son. With a strong glass of whiskey and water, I returned to my seat, skirting Kitten and moodily flumping into the uncomfortable cup chair while I kept my eyes on the carpet in front of me.

"(Ahem) where, uhh..." Ashleigh dithered, forcing a smile as she took the seat beside Kitten, possibly so there'd be a referee between us. "Where was I?"

"Sheila and Steven's experience," Mum answered with a slightly subdued tone in the aftermath of mine and Kitten's blowup and her sudden, shrieking profanity.

"Right you are, o pretty one with the lungs. However, that's something I'd like to get back to when we can all give it some more, uh... practical attention. Before that, I'd just come to the end of the pre Markham settlement, hadn't I?"

"Yes," Sheila said, her tone a little like Mum's, "but you ended with a 'however'."

"Okay, yes," she said as Lynette walked in.

Presumably, our semi mindless servant was just back from having returned a tray of empty ice cream dishes, eaten while I was changing again. That's when I noticed everyone's glass was attended and took a deep breath, frowning over another mouthful of my disgusting drink as I settled in for the next installment of the backstory on why my life was fucked.

"It's funny," Ashleigh started, "how I've often envied Rebecca's opportunity to interview witnesses and their descendants, but it turned out that as much as this was the case, she'd have envied my search advantage, that being the almighty internet.

"Rebecca's family timeline picked up again at about eighteen-forty in Miramichi, New Brunswick with Coby Leger," Ashleigh informed as Lynette rose and took another sheaf of papers, handing out a map of New Brunswick to each of us, "however, she couldn't trace Coby any further back than the Miramichi region. She knew she wasn't born there, rather in a different French settlement which, according to the small amount of information she'd had, was supposedly 'nearby'. The sixty odd years since events in pre Markham were a total blank, and her search of every community near the Miramichi turned up no leads to remedy that gap in time.

"Then, along comes me and my computer. Sometimes, whether out of a serious effort or just to take my mind from other things, I'm apt to sit here, often late at night, researching things having to do with our family history. See, one learns to look at it as a sort of historic jigsaw puzzle, or maybe like discovering all the books of the bible. Each component or ancestor tells her own story, but it all relates to the overall picture and once one becomes familiar with the framework of the puzzle, it becomes like this... interest. Like a hobby, but more.

"So here I am one night seven years ago, bored to death with porn, looking through historical New Brunswick sites for a possible birthplace for Coby, and that's when I trip across a site dedicated to Acadian folklore. The site itself was pretty low quality and done in French, so I was about to exit out when a phrase leapt off the page at me. Thanks to all my previous research experience, I'd become fairly familiar with the language, so this phrase got my attention. It was, 'la sorciere de riviere', and that translates as, 'the river witch'.

"Reading as well as I could, I was able make out that it referred to a beautiful witch who lived somewhere on the Miramichi and, according to the folklore, was interacted with on occasion to varying degrees of results. I ran the whole thing through a translator program I have, but I also printed off the original article and had the copy translated by an actual translator because, as handy as the program is, it often misses certain nuances of human language, and Acadian French can sometimes be a bit peculiar unto itself. I'm still looking into everything I found stemming from that web discovery, but here's the meat of what I've got so far:

"The legend, according to the twenty three separate accounts I've collected to date, starts with sightings in the early seventeen-eighties that continue on until the late eighteen-sixties. They describe a young, very beautiful, black haired woman with 'entrancing', bright hazel eyes. Moreover, this woman stayed young and beautiful throughout most of this approximately ninety year time span. Even into the early eighteen-fifties, when the descriptions no longer included the word 'young', she was never described as old, rather just a strikingly beautiful woman.

"Every encounter takes place on the Miramichi River, usually in the Southwest system, which is where people generally thought her to be from, although nobody actually claimed to know exactly where her residence was located. She travelled the river itself in a large rowboat, always being rowed by at least two men who never spoke.

"Sitting in the prow, her attire was always described as 'indecent', 'whorish' or something of the like. Reading the accounts, this was obviously her lure and once men were close enough to see her beauty, they'd assumedly be locking eyes soon after.

"Again, these interactions often had different outcomes to the extent that, were it not for certain other corresponding key details, I'd have thrown the whole legend out. Seraphine, for this is almost surely who 'la sorciere de riviere' really was, sometimes interacted to do business on the river, trading potatoes or the like with others who transported their yield via the water ways. On other occasions, she would take people. Both men and women would simply get out of their boat and into hers as their peers watched. Some hours later, long after Seraphine was gone, it would start to dawn on them that their friends or family members have been taken, but by then it was far too late.




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"One account of particular interest told of a man doing business with her, concluding said business and then tumbling from his boat and into the river where he simply drowned. The observer, he who told the story, claimed he'd been bewitched by her beauty and could only watch as his employer drowned without as much as an effort to save himself.

"Also of note are a total of fifty-seven unexplained disappearances in the river region during these approximately ninety years when the River Witch was active.

One story related to this fact has an immigrant family of four- a man with his wife and two children- coming across her on their way to one of the many secluded, post war Acadian settlements all over New Brunswick. They asked the 'alluringly beautiful young woman' for directions, after which they entered some state of delirium. For a time, they had trouble remembering simple things such as each other's name, where they were and why, so on and so forth. Then their confusion lifted and they found themselves exactly at their destination. Although they didn't remember any actual directions from the mysterious young woman, they'd apparently been rowing there the entire time this strange delirium lasted."

"Well, that was a pretty cool thing for her to do," my retarded cousin observed.

"Yes, it was," Ashleigh agreed, adding with a raised brow, "but both their children, their son and daughter, are among those fifty-seven unexplained disappearances. They went missing years later in their late teens and were never seen or heard from again."

"'Varying degrees of result'" Sheila noted almost to herself as she listened with her eyes on the darkness beyond the open window.

"Like I said," her older sister elaborated while shifting and crossing her legs in the chair beside Kitten's, "were it not for certain key details, I could never have taken this as seriously as I did based on just how varying these results are. Although it wasn't just the description of her with that black hair and bedazzling, hazel eyes that convinced me otherwise, but so many subtle qualities that each account did have in common. For example, those who'd seen her and lived to tell about it had different degrees of memory regarding their experience, but all of them stated that there was a sort of leftover 'vibe' from her. Obviously, that wasn't the collective terminology of the day, but that's how it translates. Anyway, this vibe that people would be left with was one of evil, or wrongness in one sense or another. One account described her, based on this vibe as, 'not of God'."

"Sooo..." Mum asked with a brow furrowed in thought, "what was she actually doing out on the river all the time?"

"My theory is that she had a little commune hidden away somewhere, probably in some backwater tributary that nobody knew about, and she was out looking to trade goods and collect people of interest. Just like the historical interactions with her suggest."

"Something like in pre Markham," Mum concluded.

"I'd think so, yes. She may have been aware of the vibe she left others with and preferred to be secluded away from society, surrounded by only a small group that she controlled. Again, this is only a theory."

"A pretty likely one, I'd say," Mum replied. "Complete self sufficiency for any small settlement probably wouldn't have been possible back then, and the need for trade in itself may have forced her to the waterways rather than some trading port where she could never control... Yes, it would have been much more comfortable for her, especially if she was also looking for, um... personnel."

"Precisely," Ashleigh confirmed. "Plus, back in pre Markham, she would have already learned the value of a controlled community that she could use to surround, support and protect herself, much like my little bike gang did for me. It's likely that she'd continue and even fine tune that mode of survival, even possible that she showed up there with her pre Markham crew."

"But, why would she do mean stuff to people?" Kitten wondered. "Like that guy who drowned?"

Ashleigh answered this with, "It's possible they meant her harm. The long arm of the law wasn't quite as long back then as it is today, at least not in the backwaters of the Miramichi. A young, scantily clad woman would be quite a lure for some less than honourable men. She may have actually been preying on the type."

"Like a vigilante?" Sheila asked doubtfully.

"Maybe," Ashleigh offered with a shrug. "It's hard to say, but a lot of people have no problem with profiting at the expense of criminals."

"I don't," Mum admitted with a shrug, "but why let the other guy go to run and tell? Why not kill him too, or at least take him home to use for... whatever? (Giggle)"

"I don't know," Ashleigh again admitted with a grin at Mum's giggle, "but I'd assume that she had no fear of reprisal out there in the backwaters. Then again, maybe she'd become aware of the legend and enjoyed the infamy, adding to it here and there for her own entertainment. The legend itself actually lived on in some of the smaller, outlying areas of the Miramichi for some years after the encounters with her stopped. She became the focal point of children's cautionary tales that warned of how lazy boys and girls would be taken by her."

"Or..."

They seemed almost startled at the sound of my voice, as though they'd forgotten I was there. Beyond their mild surprise, Mum and Sheila regarded me with curiosity while Kitten's unmistakable interest was held down by her intense dislike of all that was me. Ashleigh held an almost pleading expression of warning, or dread. I was suddenly sorry I spoke up in the first place, but took a quick drink and got started anyway.

"First... Let's not forget the uncomfortable fact of Marie's mental illness. At this end of time, we'll probably never know if it was actually schizophrenia or not but, as Ashleigh does, I tend to think it was, based on the account itself and what I've learned about the disease. The thing about schizophrenia, like some other mental illnesses, is that it tends to run in families. We know Seraphine got her mother's face, if not her hair and eye colour, and we've all seen that little trick played out time and again in this family, so it's quite possible that 'Sera', as you call it, also downloaded Marie's mental disease from her genetic code without even knowing it.

"Second, as Sheila and I have already said, there was... there was nobody in Seraphine when it took over her body in Marie's womb. Y'see, Seraphine wasn't like us. She was the pure version of what's in us, but without the other, rightful and original inhabitant of her body."

Their cautious curiosity well rewarded, the Burchell women only blinked silently at me and my chain of logic. Even Ashleigh remained silent, though probably more out of forced interest than anything as her lips tightened in further, silent warning.

"What we've got here," I began as I rose from my increasingly uncomfortable chair, "is a spiritual presence, or... whatever that's taken over a human and brought a few un-human party favours along with it. Let me stress here that this thing was not human and was without even a parallel human persona within the body it inhabited to impress any humanity upon it. In addition, it's now a schizoid, but how does that come through in... it? Is it still schizophrenia as we'd recognize it in the mindset of something that is utterly un-human apart from the vessel it gets around in?"

Now behind Ashleigh's desk, I unthinkingly took her seat, a much more comfortable one than the upholstered cup in the corner. I ignored their reactions to this, as varied as the encounters with the River Witch as I summed up.

"My theory as to why she did some of the things she did is very simple. Seraphine, by normal human standards, was a fuckin' monster."

Silence followed this summation as they stared, taking in that and all the ongoing genetic ramifications that went with it. I was actually glad when Ashleigh finally broke it, regardless of how.

"Once again, you've managed to offend and disturb. I never thought I'd ever hear myself say this and really mean it, but you're worse- yes, actually worse- than your mother."

"Hey!" Mum objected.

"Well, he is a big jerk, Auntie."

"Exactly where do you think my appraisal breaks down?" I challenged. "Should I have rehashed what you told us about how things went in pre-Markham, followed up by speculation over what kind of demented personality could potentially have been maturing at the Larouche farm all those years? As I've said, it's all pretty chilling, but this is something that has to be looked at for what it is."

"Well, maybe you can have a little more respect when you do?" Ashleigh irritably requested.

"Actually," Mum threw in, "she's got a point there. I've asked you to be a little more respectful to me where that's concerned in the past."

While I still faced Ashleigh, my eyes rolled to Mum and I briefly regarded her before taking a sip from my glass. In front of Kitten, I didn't feel comfortable with calling them out on exactly why it was that they'd be offended, partly because I knew both of them would be furious if I did, but also because I knew it would make things so much worse between me and the tard. If Ashleigh didn't intend to broach the subject of our eventual dilution in her own way, I'd have to make sure that information got to Kitten in a more viable and timely manner.

"Yes, well..." I finally offered with a heavy sigh, "I suppose life really is a study in different perspectives. I don't mean to offend, but if my viewpoints are worthless because they're disturbing and inconvenient, I may as well just sit here with my mouth closed, learn what I need for my own purposes and leave."

"Nobody wants that," Ashleigh assured, actually having pulled her horns in a little. "Speaking-"

"I do," Kitten reported.

"Kitten, please," Ashleigh told her, actually irritated with her before getting back to me with, "Speaking for myself, I'm very interested in hearing your input, I'm just saying it'd be nice if you tried to put things a little less offensively."

"Exactly," Mum seconded.

I nodded my silent agreement to the Titanic's band as they played on, giving the assorted documents on Ashleigh's desk a tight smile to back up the near empty gesture.

 

Kitten

As disturbing as they were, I got the impression from Stevie's attitude that his insights didn't stop where he did. Also, I wasn't quite sure why my aunts would be personally offended by them but, in some vague sense, I was even more disturbed by his agreeable, yet grim expression than the picture he painted of our mysterious ancestor, Seraphine. I found myself suddenly wishing we were getting along well enough for me to ask him what else he knew later on, but my mind was soon enough taken up again with the slightly discomforted voice of Auntie Ashleigh.

"Ooh-keey. Uh, so that's pretty much the (ahem) pretty much the end of Seraphine's part in our heritage, apart from some other details and minutia that you're all welcome to look over at your convenience. It's all in this room and properly organized for easy retrieval on the computer but, for the purposes of telling you who we are, where we're from and about those who've gone before us, those details aren't necessary and would probably keep us here throughout my retirement. Obviously, I have better things to do with the rest of my life."

The little smile that accompanied her joke actually did seem to lighten the mood on our side of the desk, and she went on.

"The timescale suggests a long lifespan, but it's also possible that Seraphine had a daughter who looked exactly like her, and that it was actually two different women the locals were sighting. This is only speculation on my part, however, while the timeline and location do support the possibility that Seraphine was Coby's mother, this scenario would put Seraphine in her mid forties when Coby was born, which I somehow can't see. This is another reason I tend to believe that the River Witch was actually two separate women and that Coby is actually Seraphine's granddaughter. In any case, the sightings slowed and finally dropped off in the late eighteen sixties, survived only by the legend from there on. And Coby, of course."

"Her story, at least what of it that we have, begins and ends in Newcastle, New Brunswick, a settlement on the Miramichi River We don't know when she was born or when she arrived, but we do know that she gave birth to Eleonore there in eighteen-twenty-nine, and most of what Rebecca wrote of Coby comes originally from Eleonore. The few official records and other informational sources that both Rebecca and I have managed to dig up regarding Coby confirm the parts of the story they relate to, so I tend to trust both Eleonore's account and Rebecca's documentation.

"Let me say first off that Coby, the name itself meaning, 'supplanter', was quite insane. Eleonore's childhood memories of her mother describe a 'silly woman', but she would later describe her as 'stark raving mad'. Others described her as frightening and dangerous. For this essential reason, she doesn't have much to do with the overall story, but I'll hit the few highlights before we move on to Eleonore while reminding you that non essential details are available here if you care to look at them.

"Coby, following the family tradition, was a remarkably beautiful, well endowed blonde of average height and with bright blue eyes that people tended to be drawn to. This, her youth and the fact that her illness was still in its infancy is probably how she was able to take a husband, a somewhat successful forester by the name of Alvere Leger who was known as a hard worker.

"According to what Alvere's family told Eleonore, Coby's troubles started shortly after Eleonore was born. In addition to drinking more and more alcohol, her sexual appetite gradually went into overdrive and, with her husband working much of the time, she developed an unfortunate tendency to be overly friendly with almost any man that came across her path. She soon became quite overly friendly. From the accounts, I'd describe her as blatantly flirtatious. Understand, this is the late eighteen-thirties we're talking about here and, even if she were single, this behaviour would have been frowned upon and certainly was. What bewildered people though, was her ability to draw men, both married and single, even after her behaviour made a pariah of her.

"Because she wasn't actually doing anything with the men she flirted with, she saw nothing wrong with her actions and nobody, not even her exasperated husband, could make her see sense. He wasn't even sure if it was that she'd become habitually too drunk to see sense, or if she honestly couldn't grasp the social principals of not acting the way she was. In time, the repeated social embarrassments and the trouble she caused in the community forced Alvere to actually confine her to their home. His public explanation was that poor Coby was ill and that this was the reason for her shameful behaviour. People more or less accepted this because... well, to this day, people in that region are a very unique breed. The word 'community' actually means something there and people tend to be a lot more real than what you'll find running up and down Yonge Street. Other than the women whose husbands had been sorely tempted by Coby's very unique charms, they offered every form of understanding and support.

"Because Eleonore was still too young and because Coby and Alvere's family didn't get along, he was forced to hire attendants to ensure Coby couldn't get out while he was about his business. Out of necessity, these attendants were female. In the past, Coby didn't pay much attention to anything that didn't swing its genetalia, and she was far from pleased about being confined to her house, so one must assume that all this made for a very unhappy household. Eleonore herself, in her early teens at this point, remembered her mother screaming in rage at the locks that had been installed on the insides of the doors, the locked shutters on the insides of the windows and being completely surrounded by no men."

"Oh my god," Sheila muttered, obviously imagining herself in Coby's position.

"I know," Auntie Ashleigh laughed, "its hard not to feel for her, isn't it? So as you can imagine, she wasn't very pleased with her husband and she never could accept the reasons why she had to be locked away from society. In her mind, she still wasn't doing anything wrong and there was absolutely no convincing her otherwise. At the same time, she was happy to see him at the end of his long workday to satisfy a sex drive of which we have a unique understanding.

"It was a tumultuous relationship for them both and, through the necessity of Coby's attendants, the entire small community knew much of what Alvere endured in private. Early on, Eleonore had been conveniently sent off, away from her mother and to live with Alvere's brother. Also somewhat successful, he had a well educated wife and two small children, a family who could better educate her in a healthier environment for a young girl while she helped out with their day to day chores. She did get back to visit from time to time though, and I think this actually gave her a better sense of her mother's rapid deterioration.

"She was seeing it in stages," the big ruiner needlessly clarified.

"Yes," Ashleigh confirmed, looking at him as she went on. "Through stories handed down, we know that she and her mother were never particularly close, but neither did they share any specific animosities so, at this point in time, Eleonore's observations during these visits are assumedly open minded.

"She told of how her mother would sometimes jump and scream, claiming she'd seen a mouse. This wouldn't be altogether unusual in itself, but these mouse sightings would persist to the point of irrationality, long after it became clear that her imagination was playing tricks on her. She would also repeat the same word or phrase over and over. Often it would be a defensive statement; something like, "I'm not whore. I'm not a whore. I'm not a whore. I'm not a whore." She would go on like this for as long as she was allowed, either trying to convince her daughter, or herself I imagine.

"As time went on, Coby became paranoid and increasingly imaginative. Her memory, as handed down, was 'creative at best, delusional at worst'. She often remembered events or conversations in ways that they didn't actually happen and wouldn't accept the truth in these matters. Sometimes she would recall events or conversations that never happened at all. There were times when she'd be in the middle of conversation, and then start talking to somebody who wasn't there.

"The servants told of these things too, but also of how she started making claims that a man, sometimes men, were out to get her, that they were from the village she came from and would take her back there if they ever got into the house. At times, she sat staring off into space, sometimes frowning, sometimes giggling happily, but they learned not to bother her when she was giggling because she'd react with a violent outburst. She'd also been seen whispering to... well, to the root cellar."

This information had an immediate effect on both Sheila and Auntie Kathleen. Their faces seemed to go a little pale as they slowly looked at one another, listening further as Auntie Ashleigh explained.

"Apparently, she'd be just standing there with the trap door open and... whispering. I suppose she thought there was somebody down there. Meanwhile, what neither Eleonore or her mother's attendants knew, what Alvere only revealed to his brother, was that Coby liked to slash and cut him during the ever increasing sex she demanded."




Sera Ch. 25



"Huh?" I asked.

"Yep. He had to ensure there was nothing sharp in the immediate area of where they had relations. But in the absence of any sharp implements, she only became increasingly violent to the point where he couldn't tolerate sex with her anymore. So now she's totally cut off, and it wasn't long after that when she physically attacked one of her attendants, accusing her of fucking her husband. The young woman took quite a beating, enough that she couldn't return to work. Alvere couldn't replace her and the others resigned soon after, leaving him alone with her. Now he needed his daughter back."

Lynette stood and approached Auntie Ashleigh, taking the empty glass that was held out for her and going for what I assumed was a refill. I couldn't help but wonder at that, thinking it must be some form of telepathy when Auntie moved us along in the story.

"So, now we may as well jump to Eleonore, her name meaning 'foreign' or 'the other'. Hm. Anyway, both her daughter and granddaughter describe her in so many words as the strong, aloof matriarch type. They didn't use words like 'cold' or 'dispassionate', but the documentation that Rebecca collected tends to make her come off that way. Collective information from outside, namely stories handed down from Alvere's family, describe a quiet girl who grew to become a quiet, thoughtful young woman, but never shy. This quiet demeanor is probably the reason why she didn't share much of what she knew with her own daughter beyond the necessary. All that said, some of her actions could speak of a very passionate person depending on what one reads into them, so it's left up to the individual to decide, I suppose.

"At this point," Auntie imparted with an amused smirk, "it shouldn't come as any surprise when I tell you that, at eighteen years old, Eleonore was every bit as attractive as her mother and although there's no mention of any uncanny likeness, we do know that she had her mother's blonde hair, bright blue eyes and very well endowed body. In addition, there are two quite obscure reports from ancestors of Coby's attendants that Eleonore's eyes had the same draw that her mother's had but, since she obviously wasn't pouring herself all over anything with a dick, I'd say nobody had a problem with her, hence the mere obscure mention of this."

With Lynette's approach, she paused as she accepted her refill before continuing.

"While her Uncle's family had nothing but positive to say about Eleonore and her time with them, she herself didn't pass along how she felt about them, having to leave there to take care of Coby in the state she was in, or what she thought of her mother at that point. She does get somewhat specific in terms of what went on when she did return, because she later knew it had to be passed on for the good of her daughter.

"She mentioned that she hadn't seen her father as often as she'd seen her mother during her exile of necessity. Usually working, he was often gone doing just that when she visited. In fact, not only did he continue to confine Coby to their home so that the mother of his only child wouldn't have to be committed to an insane asylum, but these visits were set up by him to ensure that mother and daughter had some measure of contact without having Eleonore constantly exposed to Coby's crazies during her formative years. The few times he was there during one of his daughter's visits, he was exhausted and, at that point, it wasn't like they knew each other that well anyway. With her as quiet as she was and the eight hundred pound Gorilla named Coby between them, I imagine conversation was... well... not too fucking much, right?"

"So anyway, the first thing she really notices after her return, especially once she and Coby are more comfortable with one another on these new terms, are the more disturbing behaviours that she wasn't previously aware of. The way it's been handed down, and once you have a feel for her from the details, you can easily imagine this quiet, studious young woman taking mental notes that, unbeknownst to her at the time, she would later relate to her own daughter. Anyway, as the attendants before her did, she saw Coby whispering to the root cellar, and was the unfortunate recipient of a sudden, violent attack after disturbing one of her mother's giggle-fests. Suffice it to say, she got schooled soon enough.

"Another thing she mentioned was the obvious emotional toll all this had had on Alvere. Once those barriers of unfamiliarity came down and he saw his daughter, she her father, I suppose it would have been easy for her to spot. Well, I guess the reason for the praise from her uncle's family was her ability to pitch in and get things done. She became the true woman of the house with a capital W, her quiet demeanor and beauty complimenting the social power of running her father's estate to remove as much burden from his shoulders as she could.

"Of course, she still had to see to the prominent reason she'd been brought back, and this included dealing with the ever increasing abuse and disturbing behaviour from her mother, who sometimes wasn't happy to sit in her room and giggle. Sometimes, she'd sit somewhere and wet herself just to make Eleonore clean it up. Sometimes she'd do worse. Eleonore told her daughter of how Coby started following her every step, right on her heels with an amused grin and breathing down her neck. Apparently, she wouldn't stop until Eleonore could get a locked door between them and, even then, Coby would stand outside laughing for some time before she'd go away. This wasn't something she did to her attendants or to Alvere, and this form of mockery developed into a certain attitude towards Eleonore that suggested she found something amusing about her.

"A bit further on- I'm trying to give all this to you in some kind of chronological order here- Coby started speaking of a family curse and asking her if she wanted to go to hell. At first, Eleonore's replies are a tolerant, "No, of course not Mere," type thing, but Coby kept on with it, soon adding that she'd send her there if she ever fucked Alvere, her own father. I'm sure studious Eleonore took this as nothing more than the ranting of a crazed lunatic, but I'm also sure she could see how things were escalating."

Auntie paused for a sip from her glass, in so doing reminding me of my own drink before she went on with, "About a year into her return, when Eleonore was nineteen, Coby was up to that little game where she'd follow her around. By then, Eleonore was somehow ignoring it and Coby had gotten so good at it that she could keep perfect timing with every step her daughter took. She said Coby could set the toes of her shoes an inch behind her heels, always right on top of her but never touching, and that it was as though her mother knew when and where she would move her feet a split second before she did. Well on this particular occasion, she was making Coby's bed with her mother practically as close as the clothing she wore when, out of the blue, her mother clobbers her with something and down she goes.

"Again, Eleonore's story doesn't include her feelings when she woke up tied to the bed while her mother giggled down at her with a knife in her hand, but I imagine she must have been pretty freaked."

"OMG!" I gasped.

Covering my open mouth with a hand, I actually feared for Eleonore. I liked her, somehow identified with her and, there in Auntie's den at twenty minutes after two, it was hard to imagine that all this happened so long ago in another place and time.

Sheila sat on the edge of her seat, wide eyed and waiting for what came next while Auntie Kathleen's glass had stalled halfway to her lips while she also paid rapt attention to her eldest sister. Even the ruiner was held firm by the story, sitting back in Auntie's chair as though it were his, but clearly hanging on every word.

"What happened next... Well, Coby forced herself on her daughter. She cut her clothes off, cut her own off and fucked her daughter with a potato. She'd actually gotten hold of a potato and carved a phallus, possibly for herself at first, but she used it on Eleonore. She giggled hysterically the entire time, right up until their simultaneous orgasm where she forced eye contact with her quite unwitting and unwilling daughter.

"Now from what I've already told you, you know that Coby and Eleonore bonded with this event and what that means, what it would have meant for Eleonore. Unfortunately... well, we know how Coby liked her sex and she did have a knife. I don't want to get into detail, but she wasn't exactly careful while cutting either of their clothes off with it, and poor Eleonore was never quite as attractive from then on.

"Oh, god." Sheila breathed with an expression of horror.

"Apparently, it was pretty messy," Auntie regretfully confirmed in a low tone. "So, she laughed even harder after she was finished with Eleonore, telling her she was going to hell and that she and Jesus would look down on her from the heavens and laugh while she suffered in the lake of boiling blood."

"I... can't imagine," Auntie Kathleen imparted to the room, shaking her head with a disgusted expression. "I just keep trying to imagine how it would have been to be tied there and wondering what the crazy thing was going to do next, but I just... imagine the psychological horror of it."

"Yeah, well this is what I mean about Eleonore," Auntie Ashleigh pointed out. "There's nothing in her account, at least as it was passed down, that indicates any feelings. Keep in mind too that she would have just had the flying experience, so I assume she must have been totally freaked, but the way the story comes across is... well, just different.

"Beyond that aspect though, this is the first documented bonding between mother and daughter, and this is what Eleonore learned and passed down to hers. One gets the impression that, while not putting much stock in being sent to hell by her mother, studious Eleonore did take her mother's talk of a curse seriously. I suppose she'd have to once her ability to influence people came about and she was able to guess that it was either the bonding, or insanity."

"What about Alvere?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, Alvere came home much later to also be greeted by knife wielding Coby. By the time he could beat her off, he'd been dealt several stab wounds to the back. She fled and he found Eleonore, managing to free her. He must have told her Coby was still in action because she went looking for her."

Fearfully, I asked, "Wasn't she too injured?"

"I don't think Coby meant to kill her. Alvere yes, but not Eleonore. See, it was in her mind that bonding with her would send her to hell, so I think she preferred to let her live. A lot of what Eleonore suffered were probably superficial wounds that would have satisfied Coby's twisted desires while also scarring her daughter's beauty forever. So," Auntie continued, uncrossing her shapely thighs to cross them the other way, "it's off to find Mere, isn't it? And guess where Eleonore finds her?"

Auntie Ashleigh looked around at us, taking the opportunity to sip from her glass while she resettled. Without any of us venturing a guess, she told us with a grim smile.

"The root cellar. Yep, she'd crawled down there and closed the trap door behind her, sitting down there in the dark with her self-inflicted wounds and the knife she used to make them, whispering and giggling loud enough for Eleonore to hear her from above."

Here, Auntie's smile became almost apologetic when she told us, "Most of this story comes from Eleonore when she bonded with her daughter and, at that time, she told her that she'd closed the trap door, weighted it and called the local authorities that existed at the time. They came and took Coby away and then she moves on with her story. However, shortly before she died, Eleonore amended that part of the story with another version of events.

"In the revised version, she closed and weighted the trapdoor like in the first, but then went back to alert her father to the fact that she'd secured Coby and that she was going to get help. Unfortunately, he was dead when she returned to him. Again, she relates no emotional impact or state of mind, or at least none was ever passed along as her daughter retold the story, but... She said that after she left her father, she went out to the shed and returned with an axe handle."

"Ohhh..." Sheila toned with a tear running from the corner of each eye.

"Yuh," Auntie nodded thoughtfully, finishing with, "She un-weighted the trap door, crawled down the ladder and sorted her mother out for good. She told the authorities that Coby had fallen to her death in the act of trying to hide from her crimes, and they apparently believed her. I suppose they would, under the circumstances. Even if they didn't, y'know?"

We all nodded, saying nothing as she went on.

"Also in her original account, she sold her inheritance and moved to Saint John where she settled, met a man who soon disappeared after knocking her up, and had a daughter. In her later, revised version of events... she was already about five months along by the time she got to Saint John. She never met any man there at all."

In the heavy pause that followed, my mind fell on its bum. I looked at Sheila and saw she was just as stunned as I was. Auntie Kathleen could only stare, first at Ashleigh, but then from me to Sheila in awed silence.

"Well..." Auntie Ashleigh spoke thoughtfully while swirling the ice in her glass, "I suppose Alvere came to see a beautiful, strong, proper woman in Eleonore as much as he did his daughter, and it's not unreasonable to assume that Eleonore would have seen a man in her father, the only man she'd likely ever have time for. Add to that Eleonore's draw and the hell of Coby between them, and... well... In any case, this is how the knowledge of bonding and its importance came to us."

Another heavy silence followed until Stevie cleared his throat and spoke up.

"That may have been the first known bonding, but I doubt it was the first one ever."

"Oh?" Auntie Ashleigh asked, looking at him with raised brow and a slight challenge to her sad smile.

"I very much doubt it," he assured, taking a drink from his glass before elaborating. "Because I'm totally with you on the theory that there's a mystery woman between Seraphine and Coby, and this account of Eleonore's bonding almost proves it."

"Enlighten us," Auntie invited with a tone that said she was already aware of where he was going, but would enjoy hearing it from him.

"Easily. First off, Coby obviously wasn't bonded, and we know this because Eleonore's account doesn't so much as suggest any ability on Coby's part to influence those around her, beyond the fact that she had eyes that could draw men. If she could, there'd be no way in hell they'd ever keep her in that house for a minute. Yet, she obviously knew the importance of bonding, and probably what it would accomplish if she referred to it as a family curse, if she believed it would send Eleonore to hell. This leads to the logical conclusion that somebody must have revealed the actual process of bonding to Coby but, for whatever reason, she was never actually bonded herself."

Reclining in Auntie's chair, he paused long enough for a quick gulp from his glass before continuing his oration.

"So, if Seraphine is Coby's mother, then Seraphine would have had to be the one to tell her this. Except, how could she even know to tell her without actually having done it, right? See the problem there? No, my guess is that Seraphine did have a daughter who she had a sexual relationship with and, at some point, they discovered this bonding process the same way... well, the same way me and and Mum did. (Ahem) So yeah, this daughter of Seraphine eventually gives birth to a girl of her own, probably fathered by one of the men collected by the so called River Witch, and that's where Coby came from.

"Coby grows up wherever the River Witch's home base was located and gets some kind of indoctrination to know about the bonding but, either rejecting the bond, or being rejected in some way, she leaves and shows up in... Where was it?"

"Newcastle," Auntie reminded, her smile almost a reward, but now with cautious warning in her eyes.

"Right," he nodded, "So, my theory is that she left, possibly even fled her home. I base this, in part, on her later fears of 'a man, sometimes men' who she believed were out to drag her back there. Why would they have to drag her back if she didn't have to run away? Also, she considers the results of bonding to be evil, otherwise she wouldn't have insinuated that it would send Eleonore to Hell but, maybe more importantly, this also speaks of her opinion of the River Witch back in whatever living hell she came from. Anyway, Coby fucks off on her mother and grandmother, makes it to Newcastle, hooks up with Alvere Leger and that's how she knows to bond with her daughter for whatever crazy reasons."

"Not quite," I sneered. "Why would Coby run away from the only normal she's ever known? How could she see her mother, whoever she was, as evil without normal people to compare her to? You make it sound like she might have had a bible to tell her so, or something. And how could she run away and make it to Newcastle all by herself? Sounds pretty unlikely to me. And what if Seraphine had another daughter, an older sister to Coby, who she did bond with? Then she'd know to tell Coby about bonding, wouldn't she? So there!"

I looked at Auntie Ashleigh and gave her a curt nod with a, "Hm!"

Auntie rewarded me with an even wider smile, looked at my eye rolling cousin and asked, "So, how about it?"

Still reclining, he didn't reply right away. He only gazed steadily at my forehead for some moments, probably too chicken to look me directly in the eyes, before he finally did answer with the kind of placating tone and expression that a person would use with a child or an idiot.

"If you'd been paying attention, I said that it was my theory. People are forced to make these when short on facts and details, such as our family history is according to Aunt Ashleigh herself. Yes, it's possible that Coby had a sister, but I personally doubt it because that would begin a different branch of the family, which Rebecca and/or Aunt Ashleigh would surely have discovered by now. I'd also point out that Eleonore wasn't exactly one for spewing information, and even lied for years about-"

"That's just guessing," I ground, quickly angered by the way he was talking to me. "You even said that you were guessing, but theories aren't built on guesses, they're built on the facts you do have! If you don't have enough facts, you can't make a theory!"

Of course, I mostly agreed with his theory, but there was no way I was going to tell him that, especially with him talking to me like he was. Sheila and my two aunts looked at him now as he began to answer me in that same enraging tone.

"As I was saying before you interrupted, Eleonore didn't volunteer a lot of information, and I have a gut feeling that one hell of a lot went on that she didn't relate for whatever her own reasons were at the-"

"I don't care about your stupid gut feelings. If you can't give me facts to back up your idiot theories, then keep them to yourself, Einstein!"

"Well here's a fact for you, since your fuzzy little head obviously isn't capable of thinking along two tracks at the same time: The River Witch was active at the time and-"

Here, the arrogant, obviously forgetful jerk sat suddenly forward, grabbed a document from Auntie's desk and looked at it before he could continue.

"-Newcastle was well within the area she haunted, so Coby would have been aware of the legend!" he ascertained, crumpling the page and throwing it at me. "You don't think she mentioned anything of what she knew about that to Eleonore!? You don't think she'd have used that inside information to terrorize her with!? Of course there's a lot Eleonore didn't say, it's just that you're too stupid to read between the lines! Fuckin Airhead!" 



Sera Ch. 26



Steven

Apparently, I'd hit a nerve.

The effect of whatever it was I'd said was somewhat akin to sandpapering a badger's butt in a telephone booth as she launched herself across the top of the desk with a half strangled, enraged scream. She collided with me before I had a chance to leap from the chair, and we both went crashing to the floor along with it as Ashleigh yelled something that didn't much matter to me just then.

Unfortunately, Kitten landed on top, a crying, screaming, punching, scratching and smashing lunatic who was all over me. The sheer fury and ferocity of her attack actually stunned me and all I could do was try to shield my face against her frenzied, all consuming hatred of me until I remembered I could take the situation in hand.

One bloody nose for me later, I had her in a basic ankle lock and she was screaming for a whole different reason, waving a fistful of hair she'd quite painfully ripped out of my head while pounding the floor with the other. I wasn't hurting her that bad, only enough to make her submit, and most of her crying and screaming was probably due to her emotional state, but I suppose it looked a lot worse than it was.

During the scuffle, her blouse had been torn half open and one of her bra bound tits were hanging out in its skimpy, lacey maroon cup and jiggling a bit. I couldn't believe I'd be distracted by that at such a time, but Ashleigh's appearance right in my face proved it.

"Let her go, you asshole!" she shouted, suddenly and repeatedly bashing me with her open palm until I did.

Luckily, Mum and Sheila were also there by then to barely hold Kitten from going at me again the instant she was free. But I caught the look in her face then as she was spitting furious nonsense words at me. She wasn't just mad, but also deeply hurt by whatever it was I'd said, and the look in the poor little devil's face almost broke my heart. As mad and freaked out as I was just then, a part of me berated myself worse than what Ashleigh was doing. I suppose I should have just let the little freak go ahead and maim me for life?

The misery sisters dragged her, kicking and screaming, from the room while I angrily shoved off Ashleigh's attempt to help me to my feet with a curse.

"Fuck! What the fuck were ya doin'?" I demanded.

"What was I doing? You were tearing her leg off-!"

"I was not tearing her leg off! Gimmie just a little fuckin' credit, will ya!?"

"Well, it looked like- Wh- ... Is that your hair on the floor?"

" ... Aunt Ashleigh, I really like you. God help me, I even love you, but right now... I could kill you. Yes, it's my fuckin' hair!" I thundered.

"Alright!" she said, holding her hands up in an 'I don't want any trouble' gesture, "It just looked like you were going way over the top with her there!"

"Well, I am fuckin' trained, y'know!"

"Shut up, I said alright!"

I expelled a frustrated grunt as she grabbed my chin and took a look at my face and nose. Following this, she inspected my scalp in a brief and unsuccessful attempt to find where the hair on the floor was pulled from while Kitten continued sobbing from somewhere outside the den.

"Jesus," she swore under her breath as she grabbed my hand. Leading me to one of the small doors behind her desk, she complained, "Why do all my family meetings have to go like this? Shit! First it was your mother, now it's you!"

"Me? In case you didn't notice, Kitten's the one who was making all the trouble!"

"And if you hadn't interfered with Gina, she wouldn't be acting like that! She'd probably be purring in your lap!"

I sighed, not replying because of the futility of it all and the fact that, once again, she was right. Inside a fair sized, oddly shaped bathroom that utilized space in some necessarily ingenious ways, she shoved me in front of the vanity and started running some water into the sink.

"Now the whole night's probably ruined," she fumed. "Don't you see what I'm trying to do here? Can't you see how I'm trying to bring you all to some very delicate realities with a minimum of stress? I know you're bright enough to see where this is going, and if I was worried about how you'd take some of this stuff, imagine how I feel about them. Especially Kitten! Do you really think this shit makes it any easier? God-dammit, Steven, you're supposed to be helping, not-"

"Please stop bitching?" I requested in a low tone with a hard edge.

"I'm sorry, but it's just so frustrating!"

"Isn't it, though?" I sarcastically noted.

"Well," she stiffly decided as she took my chin in her hand again to start cleaning the blood off my face with a soaked facecloth, "you'll just have to do something about it, won't you?"

"Do something? Do what?"

"You have to fix Kitten and Gina."

"What!?" I demanded as though she suggested I cut off my own penis. "How in everlasting fuck am I supposed to do that!?"

"That's for you to figure out," she scolded as she took a different grip at the back of my head while scrubbing at my chin. "You created this mess, now you're going to clean it up. It's time you stopped depending on Mummy to come to your rescue."

"Yeah, well I think you'd better get the real Ashleigh back, because I don't think you're really getting this concept of reality!"

After a short, dangerous pause in her ministrations, "I'm going to let that go because I know you're upset, but know this: This issue is not going to go away any time soon and I expect you to deal with it in some way as soon as you can, because timing is crucial for me here. That means it's crucial for you, so I suggest you start by unreservedly apologizing to Kitten and telling her you'll fix things up with Gina."

I was laughing, but there was no humour in it whatsoever.

"I fail to see what's so funny."

"There is no way in hell I'm gonna do that. Fuckin' never, Ashleigh."

"Oh, you'll do it," she assured.

"Nope."

"You'll do it because she'll never let this go, and the longer you hold off, the harder it'll be to turn things around with her when you've finally had enough."

"Not gonna happen."

"We have to have accord in this house, and I am telling you it will happen!"

"May as well forget it."

 

Kitten

They thought I was crazy. Both of them did, but Sheila's silent assessment was written more clearly in her features and I found myself having to explain how and why Stevie had set me off like he had. Between sobs, I gave them a quick summary of how Janice Kerwin and the kids at school treated me and why, including that awful nickname they gave me, 'Airhead'. Infuriatingly, I was crying even harder by the time I was done and I hated Stevie all the more for doing this to me in front of Auntie Kathleen and Sheila.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Auntie said, taking me in her arms where we stood by the railing, a ways from the open doors of Auntie Ashleigh's den. Her older sister closed her eyes and expelled a sigh as Auntie went on. "Kitten... if I could, I'd kill every one of those kids who treated you like that, but just because you weren't that good in school doesn't mean you're stupid. You know that, right?"

She held me at arm's length, hands on my shoulders and with a concerned expression as she looked at me, waiting for an answer. I nodded with a sniff and she went on.

"Take Sheila for example: She never would have made it out of junior high were it not for me. Her report cards were laughable. Simply laughable! Our cat could've done better, even after the poor thing got run over and killed, but she's obviously far from stupid."

"Gee thanks, Kathy." Sheila rewarded with a flat, completely unimpressed tone.

"I don't think you're stupid, and I know Steven doesn't think that of you either. I'm sure it was just an unfortunate choice of words and if he knew about how the kids used to call you that, he'd never have used that word. As his mother, I guarantee you that he's just not that kind of a kid and never was. Because, y'know what? If I thought for one second he said that on purpose, I'd be in there taking two or three inches out of him right now."

"It's true, sweetie pie," Sheila confirmed. "He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he'd never do anything like that."

"(Sniff) well, why would he be saying stuff like that to me, anyway?" I pouted.

"You were poking at him pretty hard," Sheila said, actually taking his side.

"He deserved it! He ruined things with Gina! He ruined everything! You don't realize; I can't go home now!"

"Yeah... I know. Neither can I."

She walked away, my irritation with her flagging as I attempted to decipher that. Auntie also watched her go for a moment before turning back to me with a funny expression in her eyes before speaking.

"She, uhh... I've learned to overlook what she did. I mean what happened with Dad. She knows she did wrong. She knows she messed up and it's enough."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my blubbering beginning to subside in the interest of what she and Sheila were trying to get across.

"Well, regarding Gina... Steven did what he did because he honestly thought it was the right thing to do. We all know about his moral compass by now, most especially him because even he can't succeed in holding himself to it no matter how he tries. The thing is... sweetie pie, if he felt strongly enough about the situation to actually do what he did, then maybe you should look at his reasons. Maybe you should give him a chance to explain his side of things."

"Auntie, I-! (Sigh!) Okay, I know you're probably just saying that cause you're his mummy, but from my perspective, he-"

"No. I say that from the perspective of his moral compass. What's more, I'm the person who instilled that in him, so I can't very well side against him for it now, no matter how things have changed or how inconvenient it's been at times. What I'm saying is that he's not stupid either, and maybe he has a point. Jeez... so hard to believe that it was only six months to a year ago that I was beating him half senseless for his stupid stunts at school. Now he's trying to keep us in line."

"So... You're saying he might be right?" I asked.

Doubting that very much, I wondered if this was one of those times that Auntie Ashleigh told me about where Auntie Kathleen had to be guided for her own good.

"I'm saying that maybe it'd be wise to give him enough credit to hear him out. It'll give you a chance to tell him your side and- Oh great, here comes Mistress Ashleigh."

Our matriarch had removed her blazer, but her lightly bouncing boobies in no way took from the attitude of conciliatory determination as she stepped up to me, asking if I was okay. Auntie answered before I could with the usual acidic reception for her older sister that I still couldn't quite understand.

"Obviously, she's alright. Did you think Sheila and I were standing out here with our-?"

"Shut up, Kathleen. He didn't really hurt you, did he?"

"No, Auntie," I pouted just for effect as her little sister shot her a smoldering scowl. "He's not that tough."

"Well, that's the spirit," she said with a slight grin, looking me over as though to make sure I really was intact. "You'll be happy to know you've extracted your pound of flesh. Or, in this case..."

She held out her hand, opening it palm up, offering the thick lock of dark hair in it. She kept smiling while I put two and two together and came up with Stevie's hair by the roots.

"Oh," I said, a little surprised and dismayed. "Oh boy."

"I'll set it here in case you want it," she said. "You know, as a trophy or whatever."

She laid it out on the railing for me with that little smile, sincere in her humour, but not enough to cover the fact that she was taking the issue seriously. Auntie Kathleen, distracted by her son's hair, seemed to forget about showering spite on her sister as she picked it up with a slightly awed expression.

"Sweetie pie, I thought we agreed earlier that you'd be civil for at least the duration of the meeting?"

I pouted some more when I explained, "I can't help it, Auntie. Everything I ever knew is gone and it's all because he interfered. Every time I look at him, that's all I can think, that he ruined my life and I hate him! How dare he do that to me? Auntie Kathleen, I know you mean well when you say I should hear him out, but I don't want to. I'm sorry, but I don't want to do him any favours at all after what he did, and I don't think I should have to."

"Granted," Auntie Ashleigh began before her blonde sibling could get a word out, "he did stick his nose in where it didn't belong, but that's an issue that doesn't belong in my family meeting unless we all decide to address it in that forum."

"But you heard him! He was acting like a fuckwart!"

"He was listening and offering his viewpoints. Yes, he can be offensive at times and I wish he'd use a little more sense before verbally blundering into places- I'm just saying that he was more or less behaving and I had him under control. You were the one who was attacking him."

"You were encouraging it!" Auntie Kathleen accused.

"I was encouraging healthy debate, not WWF Smackdown. What set you off like that, anyway?"

 

Steven

"-and that's why she charged you," Sheila finished soon after my nose had stopped bleeding.

I was back behind Ashleigh's desk, Sheila sitting on it right in front of me in such a way as to showcase that long slit up the side of her semi elegant gown. Looking away from that, I tossed the blood spotted Kleenex into the wastepaper basket as I replied with a disbelieving hiss.

"No way I could've known that."

"I know," she sympathized.

"Shit, it's like... fuuuck!"

"Yeah, she's... different. What she really needs is someone to answer to but, despite that, I do have to say that I've come to like her. Yes, she's a lot like Mum at times and that's a bit unsettling, but she lacks that really frightening... thing that Mum had. I can easily see Gina falling for her. Y'know, that was a really shitty thing you did to them."

"Oh god, here we go."

"It was. I spoke to Gina after you left to go find your Mum that night. She was very forthcoming and I found out that those two have quite a history. Kitten's not going to be the same without her and Gina's not going to be very happy either. I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so before you started fucking around in their personal-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," I irritably confirmed. "I remember you told me, but... back then was back then and now's now and..."

"And hindsight's twenty-twenty."

"Shut up," I gloomed.

"Right, kid?"

"Yes!" I admitted. "Don't worry, Ashleigh's been beating me over the head with all the reasons I was stupid to do what I did, and I'm now fairly convinced that you're both right. She even wants me to apologize and- get this- actually get things between Kitten and Gina fixed up. Can you fuckin' believe that?"

"Good idea," she said.

"What!? Not you too!?"

"I would if I were you."

"No, you wouldn't!" I accused.

"Not if I were me, no. But if I were you, I'd be at least capable of having an ongoing relationship with someone who I could love and trust. Kitten would be that someone because she has the very same vulnerabilities that I'd have if I were you. I'd do it because I'd be capable of not only having that immeasurable treasure and asset in my life, but also of holding on to it. If I were you."

"Oh boy," I moaned, putting my face in my hands.

She leaned over and rubbed the back of my head, laughing a little and saying, "Now you're getting it. It's not about who's right and who's wrong. It's about making things work for all the right reasons."

"I hate my life," I muffled.

"Sure ya do," she said, now playfully shaking me by the shoulder. "That's why you're gonna go apologize and do what you have to do to make your crazy little chickie happy again. So you can be happy again. And so, by extension, the rest of us can be happy again, too."

"What if I asked Mum what she thought?" I challenged, already resignedly convinced anyway, but grasping for that one last escape route.

"It's your life, not your mother's. Don't run to her authority and opinion just because it takes weight off your shoulders. Make up your own mind and act accordingly."

Taking my face out of my hands, I returned, "No offense, but you're the last person I'd expect a lecture like that from."

"None taken. I've broken a lot of homes, but nowhere near as many as those who only used me to do it. If it wasn't me, it would have been some other slut because they were willing to let it in. I could tell you stories, believe me, but it's enough to say that I've seen pride, selfishness and unrealistic expectations bring an end to more potentially good relationships than I ever did or could have. Don't let those things ruin you and Kitten before you two can even get off the ground."

"Look," I tried to reason, "apologizing and going along for the sake of getting along is one thing, but how in hell am I ever supposed to fix Gina and Kitten? And even if I can, what about the original reason I did what I did in the first place, that being the protection of Gina herself and her- as of yet- untouched home life?"

"Me and your mother could've accomplished that when we were in grade eight. You're a smart kid; you've got resources at your disposal; figure it out."

"Mum will kill you," I moodily warned.

"Get with the program, kid," she laughed.

 

Kitten

"I understand," Auntie Ashleigh said, looking through the gloom below the chandelier to the moonlit ceramic tiles of the first level.

Auntie Kathleen remained silent throughout the second telling of why I freaked out. She seemed contemplative, her brow slightly furrowed as she gazed across the crystal fixture to the opposite railing.

"Did he know about that name?" Auntie Ashleigh asked.

"Not unless he got it out of Gina."

"Kitten, I seriously doubt he'd have used that word if he knew. He might be an insulting and callous little fucker at times, but I really don't believe he'd ever do anything like that."

"He was talking at me like he thinks I'm stupid."

"No, he's never said that."

"What has he said?" I asked.

"Nothing. Look, I know he'd never intentionally hurt you like that. He cares deeply for you."

"Did he say that?" I asked.

" ... Well no, but-"

"Oh, real smooth, sis," Auntie Kathleen sneered.

"Kathleen, I thought I told you to shu-"

"Oh, bite me you great cow. I think when it comes to Steven's feelings for Kitten, his mother is best suited to speak for him. "Sweetie pie, he does have feelings for you. He had them from the moment he laid eyes on you and he's been trying to deny them ever since. Look how he reacted when he found out about you and I. He even asked me to leave you alone the very first day we were here."

"He did?" I asked.

"Yes, he did. I saw it in his eyes right away. I even teased him with it, and you can take it to the bank when I tell you that he thinks about you all the time."

"Well, how come he doesn't say this stuff instead of ruining my life?"

Here, Auntie Ashleigh jumped back in with, "Because he's having trouble accepting that you are now his number one concern. Not Gina or what his morality thinks is best for her, not anybody," she said, glancing at my other scowling auntie. "Also, you have to remember that he's a few years younger than you. He's just out of school and in a world he never would've expected to be in, with unique responsibilities that he's managing very well for someone his age. It's not surprising that he'd feel a little overwhelmed at times, and if you were to be incredibly gracious enough to make an allowance for him on that, I'll bet you'd be glad you did."




Sera Ch. 26



I wanted to. I did, but I couldn't get over what he'd done. I could only shake my head as I vacantly studied the chandelier's darkened crystal bobbles. But Auntie Ashleigh's shoulders sagged a little. She sighed, throwing her hands up and letting them fall to her sides as she spoke with a defeated sounding tone that I'd never heard from her before.

"Fine. Just fine, have it your way then. The meeting's over and you can all go to hell."

 

Steven

There was no mistaking the upset in Ashleigh's face. It was even in the way she carried herself and, if I didn't know better, I'd have sworn she was going to cry when Sheila and I stopped her up outside her den.

"What's wrong?" Sheila asked.

"Nothing, get out of my way," her thick voice stated.

"What happened?" I asked, grabbing her arm.

I not only had to be concerned about whatever it was that could hurt the Parasite Queen's feelings, but I was also actually concerned for her feelings. It surprised me a little but, on another level, I wondered why it should.

"Nobody wants to get along and I don't care anymore! You can all just start tearing each other's heads off now if you like, 'cause I won't stop you!"

"Uh... jeez, Aunt Ashleigh, calm down. Actually, I was just about to go and apologize to the little tard like you wanted."

" ... You were?"

The storm clouds over her face cleared a little, easing my concern as her shoulders rose a bit.

"Yes," I replied with an encouraging smile, "you'll want to watch. She might even kick me in the nads for my efforts, and you wouldn't want to miss that, now would you?"

"And Gina?" she dared to ask.

"Whatever."

"But, what changed your mind?" she asked, actually smiling now.

"Little Ms. Crushing Reality here," I informed, gesturing to Sheila at my side.

"If ya wanna know, ask a ho," Sheila confirmed with a wink. "Just remember, kid: She's entitled to a little crapulence 'cause that's why you're apologizing, right? But not too much, and not for too long. She won't respect you if you let her walk all over you. Like I said, she wants a man, but needs someone to answer to, so be a man that she has to answer to if she expects to have you. Just don't be a pig about it, or I'll smack ya 'round the room."

"Yeah," Ashleigh said, much happier now, adding with an eager nod, "all what she said, do that."

"This is fuckin' crazy," I determined.

"Yes it is," Sheila cheerily agreed. "That's what love's all about. So... off you go!"

She turned me around and gave my ass a swat to get me started, yelling past me for Mum a second later.

We passed each other along the railing, Mum and I, a concerned look on her face as she regarded my set features. It seemed as though she wanted to ask something but changed her mind, neither of us saying anything, like some prisoner exchange in one of those old western movies.

Changing the channel to an altogether different show, Kitten loomed ever closer with each step, standing just inside the light cast from the corridor that led to the apartment wing with her hand on the railing. Her expression and the way she stood there, the whole feel of her suggested she would shrink back from me if she were to allow herself that, but wouldn't for anything. An odd reaction for somebody who was just frenziedly ripping my hair out, but this was Kitten.

For some reason, this brought Staci to mind, an unreal blast from the seemingly distant, but all too recent past. The comparison of the two girls sort of stuck in my mind, making my other more frantic thoughts of what I could possibly say to get things started in the next ten seconds take a backseat. Stopping a little over an arm's length away, and not by accident, I took a good look at her and forgot about excuses.

"I had this girlfriend a few months ago," I imparted, turning to settle my forearms on the railing and look down at the ground level floor as I spoke. "She was this popular girl, the kind like your old friend, Janice Whatsherface- sorry, Sheila explained about why you got so mad at me, but yeah, she was one of those types, I guess."

"Staci," she said.

"Yes, but how did you- ah, Mum told you."

"Yes," she replied, clearing her throat. "She told me she's a whore and no good in bed."

"Wh- okay, well that's... See, that's my point. Back then, I never thought much about it, about her and what she was to me and stuff, but now... I'm just saying that you're different. You're not like any other girl I ever met and... I didn't mean to poke you where it hurt, I had no idea about the stuff you went through in school. Believe it or not, I actually defended a few people from bullies in high school."

"If that's true, then what were you doing with Staci?"

"You mean, why was I hanging around that kind of crowd?"

"Yeah."

She was looking hard, openly studying me as I spoke. It was as though she was trying to catch any lies, and I had to make a small effort to stay casual.

"I dunno. It's not like I was with them, they were just the people I... used. For a social scene. I guess. My point with Staci is that, if I'd have unknowingly insulted her the way I did you, I wouldn't have cared as much. Maybe not at all. I might have even laughed about it, but that would've been with Staci. The thought that it was you bothers me a lot. Even before they separated us, I could see I really hurt you somehow and I felt like shit about it," I told her sincerely.

And then it hit me to do something. Proving my stupidity once and for all, I looked her directly in the eyes before I went on, just to show her that I really did mean what I said.

"I never knew they called you that and I never would have used that name had I known. I hope you believe me when I say how sorry I am about that."

" ... I believe you," she said.

"And umm... as for Gina... Uhh, well that's a bit... (Sigh) Okay, I thought I knew what I was doing. I did what I did because I've seen how stuff goes and I was thinking about... Gina."

Suddenly it sounded so stupid.

"I should have been thinking about you. I see now that I fucked up."

"But why?" she asked, frustration and hurt back in her tone. "Why would you interfere like that? You don't know what you've done."

"Well, I'm beginning to get an idea. Ashleigh and Sheila have been very helpful with that, believe me. If I wasn't here apologizing right now, Ashleigh'd be immortalizing me in the family tree as Satan as we speak. Look, it'd take me a long time to explain how I came to... to be shortsighted enough to do what I did, and I'd like a chance to explain it to you if you'll let me, but I don't think... Well, Aunt Ashleigh was pretty upset with us just now, and I think she'd be pretty happy if we could get on with her meeting."

"I know," she quietly sympathized. "I'm the one who made her feel that way. Actually... were it not for how bad I feel about that, I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now."

Neither of us were looking each other directly in the eyes now, other than a casual contact that was much more comfortable since she hadn't tried to take advantage.

"Oh. Well... I'll take what I can get. But, I'm sorry about Gina too. Not only am I sorry about what I did, but... I actually regret it."

She seemed to take that well, but she continued to just stand there. Of course, this was because 'sorry' didn't actually fix anything, anymore than all the regrets in the world could, and I could completely understand that.

"Uh... well, if you do give me a fair opportunity to explain, I'm hoping we can come to some sort of common ground and... in the meantime, I... I promise that I'll fix things between you and Gina."

She blinked a few times, not having expected that, doubtlessly wondering how in hell I could ever accomplish such a task and whether I might be as crazy as our ancestor, Coby.

"How?" she finally just had to ask.

"Uhm... well, I actually don't know as of yet, but I'll figure something out. They tell me I'm pretty good."

"You'll have to be. I'm pretty mad at you."

"I understand."

"I don't think so. I did- I remember what I did in the corridor. Were it not for you, I never would've done what I did to her, and it's gonna be hard for me to get beyond that."

As much as I wanted to throw up the fact that I never would have done what I did had she not been using Gina in the first place, that wasn't the program. Frighteningly enough, I was on the new program, the Sheila Burchell path to happiness through self sacrifice and the fine art of domestic spear catching.

"I know. There's no way I can ever make it up to you, but I'm just happy you let me say this much, and I'll explain myself if you want to hear. Whenever you want."

Again, we looked directly into each other's eyes, and still she didn't take advantage. However, what I read without any need for influence was great injury that I'd caused, and I hoped she could as easily read how sorry I truly and somewhat suddenly was in mine. In that moment, I was even vaguely amazed at how talking and apologizing to her made me see that what was right for Kitten had to be paramount, even if it did come at the expense of what was good for Gina.

"Stevie?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No, I said truthfully, a little surprised at this question. "If you ask because of our argument in there, well that was just... a pissing contest. I thought that bit about Seraphine possibly having had two daughters was pretty good. I never even thought of that possibility."

"Really?"

"Yup."

" ... Alright."

"Um, you look really good tonight. I love the blonde, too."

"Oh..." she expressed with some surprise, suddenly smiling and touching it. "I forgot. Thanks."

I nodded and spouted something that popped into my mind without even thinking.

"You're way hotter than Staci, and it's cool how you're older."

For a second she beamed, even still smiling for me after she quickly withdrew that initial reaction.

 

Kitten

Auntie Ashleigh was right. I was glad I gave Stevie the chance to speak and I'd give him the chance to explain as well. I had to because I loved him even after what he'd done. He made me feel so good when he complimented my appearance, especially how he thought I looked older than Staci and, as inconvenient as it was, he got my horny going.

We both walked back to the den after that, side by side and not saying anything as we neared our three immediate ancestors, all of them cautiously grinning with obvious relief that hostilities appeared to have ceased. Most rewarding for me was the smile on Auntie Ashleigh's face. Without anything being said, we all moved back into the den where Lynette sat waiting for us.

I took my previous seat, now hoping Stevie would take the seat beside me without him feeling uncomfortable about it, but Auntie Ashleigh took it, sarcastically addressing Stevie as she gestured to her desk.

"Far be it from me, sweetie pie."

We all smiled widely at his straight faced nod of acceptance, taking her invitation seriously and moving around the desk to resume his seat behind it. He certainly did have his nerve, and I couldn't help but admire it.

"Riiight," Auntie Ashleigh laughed as Lynette got up and began seeing to our drinks amidst the tension underlying our slightly forced atmosphere.

"The usual for us, Lynette," Sheila told her with a smile. "And take your clothes off, please."

"Of course, Ms. Burchell."

Despite the fact that we should have been used to this kind of thing by now, only Auntie Ashleigh wasn't taken by surprise. I definitely loved it, the awkward moment somehow making it more exciting, and I watched with the others as she stripped off her black blazer and laid it over the back of the chair she'd been sitting in. Underneath this, she wore a black demi bra that looked as though it was made especially for her. Her fair sized boobies filled them very nicely and miffy got more excited as I watched her reach behind herself to unfasten her snug skirt.

Auntie Kathleen watched as well, displaying an interested leer as our stunned attendant pushed her skirt over her hips and down her legs, stepping out of it in black bikini panties with matching garter strap and belt. With her blonde hair, dark stockings and black heels, our attendant become our exciting and sexy little servant.

Despite, or because of the mood left over from Stevie's and my blowup, Sheila had created a new feel of hesitant sexual tension in the room that had us all somehow immobile, and I once again remembered Daddy's stories of how people had a funny tendency to go along with her. Lynette finished seeing to our orders, taking Stevie's next as he looked her up and down with the most interesting little smile, more so when he glanced at me.

"Look at Kathleen's nipples," Auntie Ashleigh toned.

From Lynette's body, Auntie Kathleen's eyes jerked up to the sultry brunette's face, then down at her impressive chest to find that her buds had erected while watching Lynette. They were easily discernable before, but now they were stark and so erotic.

"Holy fuck, Mum. You're not even wearing a bra, are you?"

She looked at him with surprise, but smiled as we all laughed just a bit quietly.

"You should be on your mother's side, and watch your language," she scolded while still wearing that smile.

I was getting hornier and began unbuttoning my blouse the rest of the way so I could easier play with my own erected nipples. When I'd finished, I found they were all looking at me and I suddenly felt the way I did when I was an erotic dancer so, on impulse, I stood and began unfastening the button to my dress pants. I loved how they all watched in silence as I pulled the zipper down and wiggled out of them. When I grabbed miffy and squeezed, moaning a little, there was a soft, collective gasp.

"I'm horny," I explained in a low, somewhat embarrassed tone.

"Oh boy," Auntie complained with a hungry smile as she looked at my boobies. "There goes the rest of our meeting."

"You started it," Auntie Kathleen accused.

"Child," her eldest sister retorted.

"You two should make out," Sheila threw in, sitting forward.

"What!?" Auntie Kathleen demanded while Auntie Ashleigh appeared to like the idea very much.

"I agree," Stevie seconded with a perverted expression.

"Sweetie pie!"

"Well, I wanna see it."

"So do I," I giggled.

She shook her head at us, but we all knew she was just as horny as we suddenly were, the group sexuality heating the room further as heartbeats sped up. Finally, she looked at Auntie Ashleigh, unable to hide her smile as the oldest Burchell sister laid it down for her in very simple, terms.

"Don't make me go over there, you mouthy little bitch."

All of us watched with our breaths held as Auntie Kathleen slowly approached her. Given the way these two Alpha females usually got along, there was reason for our apprehension, but she barely even struggled when the sultry woman in the red bra reached out, grabbed her by the front of the dress and hauled her down and into her lap. Having to straddle Auntie Ashleigh's crossed thighs in the chair, she offered little resistance to the hand at the back of her head as it forced her grudging smile to her sister's diabolically grinning mouth.

"Mmmm!" Auntie moaned when Auntie Ashleigh pulled her short sweater dress up to the small of her back, showing us all her blue thong.

Moments later, we watched the curvy blonde raunchily grind her crotch against Auntie Ashleigh's thighs, both of them now making out heavily and turning the rest of us on even further.

I was still squeezing miffy, totally absorbed in watching these two rival cougars sink their claws into each other when Sheila's mouth found mine. She'd stood and come to my side, taking my head in one hand and encircling the small of my back with her other arm, pulling me close and kissing me passionately. I took my hand away from my own crotch, more in surprise than in knowing what to do with it but, when we looked each other in the eyes, I soon began kissing back.

This was Sheila. It was all I could think and, much like the last time we made out, that connection awed me as the woman in my arms separated from the reputation. Whatever she was, she was my mummy and I suddenly knew it in the sense that I couldn't deny it.

I lightly, almost experimentally rested my hands on her sides, just above her hips as she slowly seduced me with fingers crawling around my scalp, tingling sensations running down my shoulder to my bum. Her mouth was perfect for kissing and her tongue soon found its way to my lips. I opened up for it as my hands slid around her lower back, holding her closer, tighter as I moaned into her mouth.

I was no longer aware of what was going on with my horny Aunties, was barely aware of being backed up to the desk until she backed me right into it. My mind could barely even take note that Stevie was sitting right there when she next encouraged me up on top of it.

 

Steven

Watching this sudden sexual explosion in the room, I couldn't help but wonder if Ashleigh had some hand in this, but she did seem genuinely disappointed that her meeting would be disrupted again. Even so, she seemed well consoled and I was ripping hard as I watched she and Mum making out in the chair. They looked unreal together and Mum was just fantastic with her.

If anyone had their hands down our collective and figurative pants, it probably would have been Sheila, she who got the whole thing started by telling Lynette to take her clothes off. The attendant now sat to my right as Sheila slowly backed her daughter against the desk, then helped her right up on top of it.

This was also a pretty exciting scene, but I wasn't really comfortable with a sexual situation that included Kitten just then. I silently cursed Sheila for tempting me with it, wondering if she really was purposefully trying to force us together. In any case, I felt it was too early for that and I wanted our first time to be more personal anyway, so I didn't wait around to find out. With no small effort, I got up and went around the desk as Sheila joined Kitten on top of it.

When I neared Ashleigh and my mother, Ashleigh stopped necking with Mum and looked up, greeting me with a crooked smile. Mum also looked around, smiling when she saw me standing there, wider when she looked down at the hard rod in my pants as Ashleigh sniffed the air before speaking with sleazy tone.

"Get your cock out and put it in your mother's mouth."

Mum's whispered gasp may or may not have been role playing on her part, but the way she was still grinding herself against her sister's thigh as she watched me open my pants with a horny smile hinted well enough at how she felt about the matter.

"Take that fucking dress off, Kathleen. Let him see your tits while you suck his cock."

Mum had no problem with that idea and Ashleigh helped her pull it up over her head, her beautiful big tits flopping out for Ashleigh to grab and fondle. By then, my pants were gone, shirt unbuttoned and my hand was already taking its turn at the back of Mum's head. A moment later and without preamble, I was sticking my hard tool right into her mouth.

"Uhmmmbb... mmm." she commented.

Ashleigh loved this. In fact, it was as though her imagination couldn't have prepared her for the sight of her little sister sucking her son's dick and loving it.

"Ohh, yeah," she amazed, drinking it all in, "Oh my god, yesss... Suck your boy's nice big cock, sweetie pie."

And she did, slowly and lovingly, sloppily and so good. Ashleigh added a little incentive when she grabbed her little sister's pussy through her panties. Mum bucked and grunted around my meat as I slowly fucked her face for my aunt's entertainment.

A sharp cry from behind had me turn my head to observe Kitten and Sheila intertwined with one another on the desk, making out like the horny little bitches they were. Their hands were all over each other, Kitten's bra pulled down, and it looked pretty hot before I had to return my attention to more immediate concerns.




Sera Ch. 26



Mum was groaning and starting to choke on my rod, bucking and rolling her eyes. Her thong was pulled aside, allowing Ashleigh's finger to explore her pussy, her thumb to rub her erected clit. She watched with erotic fascination as she drove her closer to orgasm. It came sooner than I would have expected and I think Ashleigh had some kind of experience of her own when it did.

"Na- now," she panted with a dirty note to her voice when Mum's pleasing and erotic gyrations were finished, "Let's see you lick your mum's pussy. C'mon, it's nice and wet, lick her and make her cum again."

I took her by the shoulders, my beautiful and slightly dazed mother, and guided her backwards until she was propping herself with her hands behind her on the floor. Ashleigh held her lower half in her lap and encouraged her legs up into the air, pulling the soaked little thong up her legs and off so my shell shocked, now totally naked parent could spread her legs for me.

I smiled at Ashleigh and went down on my mother. Ashleigh's hand rubbed my back as she cooed, watching me lick Mum's full, pouting wet lips. She cried out, a long shrill note that let us know that she was really getting off on this.

"Lick her... Yeah, lick your own mother's cunt. Ooooh, yeah, lick your mummy's clit for me, baby..."

I did that and much more, barely holding her on Ashleigh's lap when she came again. At this point, I was so turned on I'd have done anything and I needed to get off. Up came Mum with a groan to once again straddle her sister's thighs, but not for long. Guiding her knees to the arms, I prepared to take her place as she leaned over the back of the chair, tits in Ashleigh's face.

"You know what's comin' now, don't you Kathleen," Ashleigh enthused with a horny giggle. "Your son's gonna fuck your horny twat till you cum a- whuu!"

I'd taken Ashleigh's calves in my hands and yanked, bringing her to a slouch in the chair, causing even Mum to make a surprised sound, looking down between her legs to see the face of our stunned matriarch.

"No he's not," I laughed, adjusting my grip on her calves.

After all her bullshit, I found the look on Ashleigh's face quite satisfying. I wondered what made her think this mightn't happen to her as Mum suddenly laughed and dropped her knees back down on the cushion, trapping Ashleigh's head between her thighs.

"Your turn, Ash."

"Kaph-! Mlelemm- (smack!)"

"Oh, sweetie pie, yes!" Mum giggled as she supported Ashleigh's head with her hands, but only so that she could more effectively force feed her pussy to the self proclaimed head of the family.

By this time, I had her legs sticking up in a V position, slowly spreading her thighs back and further apart as she moaned into Mum's sex. Her short, translucent skirt easily hiked, showing me the crotch of her red panties, a little too narrow to hide her dark, shaven lips that begged for my cock as I kept spreading her. I looked up and saw Mum looking back at me with the biggest smile as she humped her sister's mouth. I realized I had one as big and I suddenly leaned forward and kissed her, the front of my hard shaft rubbing my aunt's crotch in so doing. She bucked and twitched under us and I felt the tension in her legs ease a little as I looked down again at what I was about to take.

 

Kitten

Under the pressing seduction of my mother, thoughts of Stevie mostly petered out. My legs spread to take her hips between my thighs as I began kissing her back. I grabbed her bum and squirmed against her as she did me, both of us breathing heavily and experiencing the same wonder of sex with what amounted to a twin.

But it was more than that as well. This was my mummy, the actual woman who'd given birth to me and who I got so much from. The longer and better I'd come to know her, the more I saw this about us, and sex with her was cementing these ideas.

I can only imagine she felt the same, although probably in different ways. My spitting image seemed happy to take the lead, letting my lips go to pull my bra straps down my shoulders. It was soon upside down and inside out, just above my panties, her teeth nibbling my erected nipples while she sucked them in such a way as to make me sizzle madly for her.

I cried out, softly at first, then higher and louder as I pulled at her dress. Momentarily pausing in her exciting assault on my body, Sheila got up to her knees, lithe in movement like no other forty-seven year old woman I'd ever seen. She looked down at me and gave me that smile, the Grinch's smile, and I giggled wildly as she pulled her gown up and over her head. When it lay on the floor, I saw that, like Auntie Kathleen, she wasn't wearing a bra either, only a pair of white, high cut bikini panties.

"You're fucking sensational," she said with a light tremor in her voice.

"Mummy..." I breathed.

We had a moment of sorts just there, a short one where we connected. It wasn't anything grand, just a sort of official truce between us. It lasted until we were distracted by the person I'd forgotten all about.

As turned on as we were for each other, we both stared at the spectacle of Auntie Kathleen's bum in Auntie Ashleigh's lap, legs spread, and held there by her older sister and her son. He was sucking and nibbling on her clit while Auntie Ashleigh watched most approvingly. The voluptuous and surprisingly flexible blonde was getting close to orgasm, her building cries being what distracted us, and Sheila slowly lowered herself to me.

And again, we looked at one another, both of us smiling in a silent, perverted agreement that we'd watch our very naughty relatives doing very naughty things with each other. That, however, didn't stop our hands from wandering all over each other, finally finding a nice warm place down the front of each other's wet panties. Auntie Kathleen came soon after, yelling Stevie's name and crying out while Auntie Ashleigh looked on.

Until then I couldn't see his cock, but there it was when he stood. I could have cheered when he repositioned his mummy for a nice hard ramming from behind, but was totally surprised- although probably not as much as Auntie Ashleigh was- when he briskly repositioned her and spread her legs instead. When his mummy sat on her face, I pushed my finger up inside Sheila's surprisingly tight slit, spread my thighs in invitation to her to do the same.

While Stevie was kissing his mummy, mine took my open invitation and I soon felt her fingers enter miffy. I moaned as Stevie pulled away from her, smiling down at what he had waiting for him. Instead of licking her pussy as he had his mummy's, he pulled her red panties aside, getting a flinch in return before he pushed his firm helmet at her opening.

This made her really flinch and her hands grabbed at Auntie Kathleen's thighs as her lips spread around his pre-cum lubed head.

"Mmmm! Urrmmm! Awwwwww!"

"Open wide, Mistress," Auntie Kathleen leered, allowing her sister a breath while Stevie slowly pushed himself all the way inside our enchantingly beautiful Auntie.

"Uhhh- uhhh- uhhh-hhh! Swee-! Sweetie-! Oooohh!"

He completely filled her and it wasn't hard to tell that it was as good for her as it was for him. Grinding against and inside her, he took his time in making sure she knew he was there, too. The sound of her helpless wailing drove me closer to my own orgasm, Sheila also revving up as Stevie finally pulled out.

He entered again, producing another wail, but didn't play around this time. Instead, he got immediately down to the business of fucking the daylights right out of her. Auntie Kathleen arched her back and helped Auntie Ashleigh's open, squawking mouth to her pussy again, and Sheila gasped as her big sister started making out with her little sister's pussy. Her obscenely spread legs jerked with each hard pound he gave her, boobies violently rolling with each thrust until they actually came free of their bra-cups.

I watched Stevie, the look on his face as he repeatedly drove himself into her, grunting and gasping, working up a sweat in the application of that beautiful phallus. I knew that he'd someday be doing that to me, probably someday soon, and there'd be no reason to even feel bad about it because he was really mine and everyone knew it. He knew it too, had as much as said it when he apologized.

Inside Sheila's tunnel, the very one I traveled to get to this life, I marveled to find she actually felt like I did and responded to the same things. She must have noticed the same because the fingerfucking she was giving me was the best. I knew that this was only the beginning for us, knew that she understood this as well, this new connection and the time we'd take in getting to know each other so much better, sexually and completely. Just the fact that we were both into watching the dirty threesome, the common dirty kink we found in it an example of how our minds were much so much alike.

After the voluptuous blonde orgasmed on her face, Auntie Ashleigh was allowed another chance to freely voice her 'objections'. She emitted loud, broken shrieks and desperate hollering and, were it not for her hands on Auntie Kathleen's boobies, anybody'd think she wasn't enjoying the treatment. Sheila came at the sound of her and so did I for the look of Stevie mercilessly banging her the way he was and the depravity of his mummy participating.

As for Auntie Ashleigh, her orgasm was entertaining, to say the least. Don't get me wrong, it was an exceptional pounding, but I had to wonder how long it'd been since she'd had sex. I mean, I'd have sworn they were cutting off one of her arms or something. Her legs jerked and kicked even harder, one of her shoes flying off as she choked on her youngest sister's pussy, grunting, choking, yelping and hollering, eyes rolling to the point where I thought she was going to pass out. I couldn't help but be a little jealous.

"Uh, gu... Mum!"

He was going to cum and his mummy understood. Releasing Auntie Ashleigh's face, she proved her own lithe capability in quickly getting to her knees on one arm of the chair. When Stevie pulled his straining meat out of Auntie Ashleigh's tenderized pussy and took his turn straddling her, I suddenly remembered something about Stevie. Apparently, Sheila also knew because she let out a short, excited pip as Auntie Kathleen again supported her sister's head, using her other hand to jerk her son's stiff cock.

There seemed to be some disagreement between mummy and son as to whether he should cum in the somewhat recovered Biker Queen's mouth, or in her face. Before they could decide, she took a huge blast to her upper lip and, despite that I'd already been told, I was still surprised and totally wowed out at the amount he laced her face with. Auntie Kathleen giggled as her sister jerked against her hand, the next big squirt from my incredible, groaning cousin blasting her nose and cheek. He almost got his way in time for the fourth incredible shot, his head against her upper lip when it exploded at point blank, splashing wondrously before he could finally get it inside her mouth where his mummy finished pumping him out.

While Auntie Ashleigh audibly swallowed, I came again. I of all girls would upon seeing that, and there was no question that he'd get a fair chance to explain himself to me. Yes, sir!

When he was finally done, Auntie Ashleigh could only look at them both, mouth still full of Stevie's meat while he slowly pumped her jism spattered face. Mummy and son passionately kissed one another above as she watched, her eyes narrowing with unmistakable satisfaction as she stroked her own sex.

When Stevie and his mummy stopped deep kissing, a very hot sight, I might add, Stevie pulled out of Auntie's mouth. Without hesitation, his mummy bent over and took it into her own mouth, deepthroating it and sucking noisily, lewdly. Sheila came again as Auntie Ashleigh's goo laden upper lip twitched with a smile. Auntie Kathleen let his cock out with a loud "slurp!" and a smile for Auntie Ashleigh.

That's when she suddenly looked around and found us staring at them. Her face registered surprise and, for a brief instant, that look a person has when they've been caught red handed at doing something very wrong. Sheila must have seen it too because she laughed. That's when Stevie and Ashleigh looked over.

And there we all were, staring at each other and suddenly as awkward as we all were when the whole affair started. Auntie Kathleen laughed suddenly, the rest of us either grinning with a strange sense of guilt, or trying not to laugh like she did.

In retrospect, I'd say it was no wonder. We may have been aware of the Burchell drive, even what I'd come to call the Burchell attraction and the effect it had on each of us, but we were all directly related and what we'd just done was no less than family group sex. What was more, we all knew damned well, even Stevie, that it was neither the last, or the best session we'd ever have. The social energy, the raw excitement of ramifications in the room was as great as the depravity of what had just happened, yet it wasn't as though any of us were innocent of incestuous acts prior to then.

"Aren't we naughty?" Auntie Ashleigh said with a squirmy tone.

"Delightfully," Auntie Kathleen readily agreed with a wide, horny grin for my mother and I.

"You godless deviants ruined my meeting," Auntie quietly added with a big smile.

"No we haven't, Auntie," I countered. "We just took a break."

They all looked at me, Steven with his still hard cock while Sheila's fingers lightly stroked miffy.

"I want to hear more," Steven threw in.

"Me too," Sheila agreed.

"Count me in, Mistress," Auntie Kathleen teased.

"Okay, in case nobody's noticed," Auntie Ashleigh started, getting up from the chair to stand before us, "It's almost three thirty, I happen to be wearing Steven's happy juice and-"

"(Giggle!)" I exploded at her reference.

"-and a coating of my own perspiration after being mauled by these two sexual predators, and what the hell kind of ejaculation is that?" she suddenly demanded of Stevie, all of us laughing then as she herself did.

She'd agreed in the end because she knew as well as the rest of us did that the night wasn't yet finished.



Sera Ch. 27



Kitten

We all took a half hour before meeting up at the den once again. I was still quite horny and, after the enjoyable experience of cleaning miffy, I chose an outfit that could best be described as, 'simple'. It consisted of a pink, square necked T-shirt made of thin cotton that was long enough to sit at the tops of my hips with a pair of denim shorts, tight and hanging my bum out the back like they should.

I didn't bother with panties or bra and, walking the darkened corridor back to the den in pink, three inch heels, my nipples were so erect they itched. I loved my blonde, having been reminded again when I checked my outfit in the mirror before I left, and I felt like I did when I was dancing, like my life was my own and I was finally grown up and making my own decisions, being self sufficient and independent.

I wondered if changing the colour of my hair really had that kind of power, or if it was all the vodka and milk I'd been lately consuming. I wondered how Gina would react if she were there to see my hair, remembering how she and Daddy wanted me to get rid of my blonde the last time because they thought it was bad for me. Well, Stevie sure liked it, and that was reason enough to have done it if the simple fact that I wanted to wasn't.

Speaking of Stevie, I'd had a chance to mentally examine how he'd extracted himself from the situation with Sheila and I. I'd decided it was a good thing. Mind you, I'd have done anything and everything with him, what with the state I was in at the time but, after the fact, I was glad he did what he did. I wanted our first time to be different between us, otherwise we'd have had each other at the hotel that evening.

But what got me even more about him was how he thought it was cool that I was older than Staci. It was funny on account of how I often tended to see him as older than me because of his maturity, but he was actually three years younger. Even while I'm sure I looked younger than Staci, he obviously didn't see me that way as a person and I just loved that. It made me think about dirty fun stuff I could do with him, maybe the kind of stuff Auntie Ashleigh might want to do with him, and I made a mental note to ask her about some certain things.

At ten minutes to four in the morning, the open frontal area of the mansion was mostly still cast in shadows, other than what light spilled through the tall double doors of Auntie's den. A slow pall of dark oppression settled around me with the memory of what I'd learned there so far that evening. Amidst all the social excitement, and as enthralling as our family history was, it had slipped my mind until just then and I ground to a halt. Slowly, I looked to the side, at the impressive chandelier and shivered despite the heat.

I felt something then. It came with the chill and was similar to something else I once felt. It was a long time before that, during a dream I'd had about Sheila looking at me with an amused expression, as though she found something funny about me. The same way Coby treated poor Eleonore. Then I realized with a subtle gasp that I'd had that dream many, many times, but only remembered it the once.

"Oh my god," I whispered to the chandelier.

It was true. Although the dream often varied in detail, Sheila was always in them and always smirking, or laughing at me like I was a joke. The thing of it was that I knew then, standing there outside the den, that it wasn't Sheila. Mind you, Sheila did possess and employ a very similar expression, one that suggested she knew something that others didn't, but the dream was fundamentally different in feel and the attitude it communicated.

I snapped my head around, away from the chandelier, giving it a little shake as I got moving again in an effort to clear these thoughts, but it wasn't quite enough. I was trying to sweep away a suddenly persistent image of Rebecca dangling from the ceiling instead of the chandelier. She swung from side to side just a little while the rope creaked, spinning her lifeless corpse slowly one way... then the other...

Inside the den, Auntie Kathleen was back in her blue sweater dress while Sheila again sat beside her on the short, red couch. She now wore a baggy pair of light weight paisley pajama boxers and navy blue cammie.

Back behind her desk, Auntie Ashleigh looked stupendous. With Stevie's jism all cleaned from her face, she wore her long, dark hair mostly down and, beneath the long, sexy gold nightie she wore, her curves made a goddess of her. The garment showed enough cleavage to make me think her boobies were going to fall right out and I wondered how straps so thin could even hold them.

I took my earlier seat, Stevie now sitting in the chair beside it, and that was alright. I even gave him a small, quick smile to let him know this, although a lot of the reason I smiled was because of the close attention he was paying to my body.

 

Steven

It was awesome, incredible, unbelievable and totally fucked up. Well, that's how I felt while getting cleaned up after banging the hell out of my Aunt Ashleigh in that heat until we were both covered in sweat. Blowing a nice big load of sticky cum all over her face was good too, but I really wanted to pump it all right down her throat. Just to show her, I guess. In any case, Mum kinda had her own ideas at the time, but I couldn't really complain. The freakiest part was when I remembered it wasn't just the three of us in the room, Kitten and Sheila playing spectators to something that I was pretty sure we could all be arrested for.

After throwing on a pair of black jeans and an old gray T-shirt from my recent basement digging days, I went out into the shadowy corridor and started on my way back to the den. As I walked in the darkened silence, I thought of those strange paintings by Armand Roche on the lower level, and I was tempted to divert, to go downstairs and look at them. But there would be time for that. It wasn't as though I'd never see them again.

Ensuing thoughts of pre Markham, the final chapter where Michelle and a handful of others were forced to run for their lives through the dark woods, created a vague urge to look over my shoulder as I went. It wasn't surprising, really. So far, our family's beginnings defied adequate description beyond words such as 'disturbing' and 'unsettling'.

I'd kept on consuming whiskey during my cleanup and, with the added hand of 'Sera', I was feeling more or less up to whatever I'd hear after our family meeting resumed, but I was careful not to let her have total charge. Admittedly, she helped in terms of dealing with my new reality and all of its confounding facets, but that help came at a cost. It was bothering me more and more, but another thing about it was my belief that Sera's hand was also largely responsible for Kitten's behaviour towards Gina and her seeming inability to understand why it was wrong.

I may have accepted the things that Ashleigh and Sheila were preaching at me about Kitten, I may have even realized that she had to be prioritized before and above all else and why, but I still had to be concerned about her attitude towards Gina and what that spoke of her. I had to get her sober long enough to determine how Kitten felt, not Sera.

That said, when she returned and sat down beside me, it was tempting to just stop caring about all that stuff altogether. She was really something and the little denim shorts she wore looked a lot more than good on her.

And it was strange with the entire family getting along, even if only tentatively in some respects, and the mood of the group could best be described as 'giggly'. It wasn't hard to tell how horny everyone was and how easily another little fuck fest could break out, but I think we were all morbidly curious about how things went after Eleonore's move to Saint John. (The tide brings us back) Our drinks were seen to by Lynette, still in her black lingerie, and when we were about done getting comfortable again, I spoke up before Ashleigh could, addressing her.

"You might be interested in knowing that your mother mentioned Rebecca to me."

This got their attention.

"Well, not by name," I clarified as I stretched my legs out and slouched a little, "but she was screaming at me about how I needed her, and that's when she brought her up as a sort of warning."

"What exactly did she say?" Ashleigh asked, looking great in her slinky, gold nightie.

"She screamed, "You don't know what it did to my grandmother.""

"Something else you might find interesting..." Mum said as she sat a bit straighter, "What you told us about Coby whispering to the root cellar? Mum used to stand in the kitchen with the basement door open, doing the same thing. She'd even do it if we were right there in the kitchen with her. Very disturbing."

(There's that word again.)

Ashleigh nodded solemnly to this, letting out a little sigh before imparting, "Yeah, I'm not surprised. Mum and Coby weren't the only ones."

"What do you make of it?" Sheila asked her.

"I'd rather tell you the rest of what I know before I even touch that," Ashleigh told her. "So without further ado, please allow me to take you Saint John, New Brunswick. The year is eighteen-forty-eight and, because of the Irish Potato Famine, thousands upon thousands of Irish immigrants were coming through that port and a lot of them stayed there, where there was already a large Irish population. The new immigrants were soon reviled by the longer established Irish immigrants but, after a few riots and some other unfortunate business, everybody managed to put their differences aside and begin to build Canada's first incorporated city.

"A curious change in venue from what Seraphine seemed to prefer," Ashleigh noted, "but one would assume that Eleonore felt more comfortable in a busy port of call than in another small community where things got around. At this point, she must have been at least partially aware that things had changed with her, and I can't imagine her not choosing her new home accordingly. However, she also would have been in the position of having to take care of herself, and a busy port town bustling with people would have provided opportunity for a smart and highly advantaged individual. If not, there was already an almshouse there, quite an infamous one at that, and I'm sure Eleonore was keenly aware that part of the place's population consisted of unwed mothers and had no wish to add herself to it."

"Auntie, what's an almshouse?" Kitten asked.

"It means the poorhouse, sweetie pie," the woman in shimmering gold replied. "If you've ever heard expressions like, "I'll end up in the poorhouse for this!" well, this is the place they mean. Of course, this was over one hundred and sixty years ago, and conditions there would have been astonishing enough from our modern perspectives, but the place was known even then for mismanagement, abuse and worse. A lot of unemployed people were put there as well as single mothers, but also alcoholics, orphans, lazy people, the mentally ill, other assorted undesirables, etcetera.

"So," she continued when Kitten nodded her understanding, "What's a smart, educated nineteen year old girl, all alone with her father's money and a baby on the way gonna do, huh? Why, she gets right back into what she knows. Remember, she had some hand in running her father's business, so forestry was a natural venture for her.

"In the beginning, she made do with what amounted to a shed on the poor side of town for accommodations, but she also had a woman there who she'd acquired at the almshouse. Her name was Cary and, in addition to being a personal companion, she could assist Eleonore's oncoming appointment with childbirth. Other acquisitions from the almshouse were out working for her, one in particular by the name of Finn Gallagher, an educated man who could oversee business in the field and report to Eleonore.

"In this shed is where Eleonore, who'd changed her last name to De la Garde, gave birth to her daughter, Dolanna. The name 'Dolanna' means 'world ruler'. Yeah, seriously. As for the meanings of all these names, I've always had to wonder if it wasn't Sera herself who chose them... Anyway, by the chosen name of her daughter and Eleonore's abilities and business interests, one could make an assumption of her mindset at the time."

"An ambitious one," Mum smiled.

"Yup, and she comes off as the type," Ashleigh said, taking a sip from her glass before going on, "But I again have to apologize for the sparse information concerning this time period. It's due to the same reason as before, that being Eleonore's lack of actually volunteering much. Some of this is what she told Dolanna, a little from other sources but, as the time goes on, as Dolanna gets older, the information gets better because it's hers. Both Rebecca and I may have our doubts about some of Dolanna's claims but, unlike her mother, she had no problem talking.

"Now with a city being literally created around them, schooners being built one after another in the world's largest tall ship port at the time, there was quite a demand for timber and Eleonore's quickly growing business was one of those that made good money furnishing that need. Before her daughter was a year old, Eleonore had moved the three of them- Cary too- into a proper home, a two story building in Queen Square.

"While Dolanna was growing up, Eleonore seems to have mostly kept to herself, taking reports from Gallagher and running her business through him from her home while raising her daughter. This didn't mean she never left her home. She loved horses, kept a stable in the back of her house with a riding horse and two more to pull her carriage. She preferred, actually prized the latter and actually hooked the team to the carriage herself.

"She would usually be out checking personally on her business in the field, making a day of it and sometimes even interacting with her employees. I say 'even' because, as I just mentioned, she mostly kept to herself and seemed to prefer as little dealings with others as possible. Dolanna said this was because of the scarring on her hands, neck and face, the ones she couldn't cover up, and this was why she only ever went out to the cutting sites and only out of necessity at that.

"Now, in my opinion," Aunt Ashleigh smiled, "this is a claim, or viewpoint of Dolanna's that I don't necessarily take as gospel, and neither does Rebecca. For one thing, we already know Eleonore as a quiet person and it's not really surprising that she'd be naturally introverted, plus there's the natural xenophobic tendencies Sera would sometimes require. Also, Eleonore could have easily worn gloves, high collar and, in those days, a veil, but Dolanna mentioned none of these details that would have backed up her viewpoint. Besides, Eleonore was known to occasionally take her team about town on a nice day just for a ride, probably showing them off. Indeed, even before the attack, she never comes across as being aware of her beauty in the sense that it would've mattered to her at all, nor does she ever come across as being concerned about the scarring of it afterwards.

"So," Ashleigh sighed in summation of this point, "I second Rebecca in the opinion that, given her upbringing, Eleonore simply wasn't the type to socialize, scarring or no, instead mainly applied herself to practical business and the keeping of it."

"Mainly?" Mum asked with a smirk.

Ashleigh laughed silently, prompting us all to grin.

"You have a dirty mind, sweetie pie," Ashleigh accused, "but yeah, mainly."

"Let me guess," Mum sleazed, "Gallagher? Cary? Both?"

"Both. At least that's what Dolanna claimed. Once she'd matured to a point where she'd naturally start to take notice of certain things, certain comings and goings and- well, she mentioned that the house wasn't so big that she couldn't hear her mother enjoying something up in her room with Cary. So, she asked her mother about it one day but, at that time, Eleonore only told her to never mind and not to ever talk about what went on in the house to anybody."

"So Eleonore got the Burchell drive," Sheila observed with an amused smirk, "or whatever she called it."

"Yeah," Ashleigh grinned, "I'd say she got some kinda drive after she'd been bonded. Studious Eleonore wouldn't seem the type otherwise. Then again, we do have to keep Dolanna's parentage in mind, don't we?"

"Don't remind me," Mum remarked. "Camilo was bad enough."

"Don't be a snob, Kathleen," Ashleigh said with a good humoured smile, "besides, Sera wouldn't allow any genetic idiots in the line, inbreeding or no. That's not good for her anymore than it is for her people."

"'Her people?'" I asked.

"Yes," my eldest aunt replied. "We are Sera's people. Let me ask you, Steven: Have you ever had a pimple?"

" ... What?" I asked, wondering how this could possibly relate.

"Have you?" she insisted with a sneaky smile at the corners of her mouth.

"No," I answered. "No, I haven't,"

"Any cavities?"

"No."

"Problems with your wisdom teeth, or any dental problems at all?"

"No."

"Allergies?"

"None that I know of."

"Migraines?"

"I- no."

"Chicken pocks, mumps, mono?"

I only shook my head, now seeing what she was getting at.

"Gall bladder, tonsils?"

I shook my head again.

"Hm?"

"No."

After regarding me with a self satisfied smile that reminded me just a little of Sheila, she looked around the room and asked, "Anyone?"

They all slowly, silently shook their heads, also understanding what she was getting at.

"Right," Ashleigh determined, going on to assure, "Neither have I, Samantha, or any of our ancestors. As I said, don't worry; Sera wouldn't allow any problems in the line from inbreeding."

"Cold comfort for Coby and Marie, I'm sure."

I'd said it in a low tone, more to myself as I poked at the ice in my drink, but it sucked the life right out of the room as everybody's faces turned to me.

(Pause)

"Since you obviously didn't figure this out for yourself," my suddenly pissed off aunt ground at me, "Coby's problems mostly came from being locked up, and Mum was involved in an accident with her mother!"

"An accident," I thoughtfully echoed.

"Yes, an accident, Steven! And if you derail this meeting again, I swear to god, I'll punch you right in the fucking face! Got it?!"

Okay, she was more than pissed off and, as interesting as that was, I didn't dare so much as roll my eyes because I knew she was serious about that punch in the face, and I'd had enough fighting for one night. So after stabbing me to death with her expression, she did move on, although not happily and the others glanced at me with annoyance for it.

"As I was saying, Eleonore did have her drives and obviously used her two closest employees to fulfill them. While I'm sure her influence was her chief method of control over them, sex was probably used to an effective extent as well. Dolanna said that Cary only ever went out on De la Garde business because Cary's only business was De la Garde business, and De la Garde business was her life. She was never paid a cent from the day she left the almshouse with Eleonore, and never needed or wanted for anything. Eleonore herself never actually referred to, or ever treated Cary as a servant, but as a friend both in and outside the house.

"Most interesting about Cary, thirteen years older than Eleonore and reportedly an attractive woman in her own right, is that we don't have a last name on her. Even Rebecca notes how Dolanna never mentioned it, and neither she nor I were ever able to trace Cary, so we couldn't find one."

"Like she left it in the almshouse," Kitten mused.

"Yeah," Sheila agreed, "Like she wouldn't need it anymore."




Sera Ch. 27



"Whatever the story," Ashleigh continued, her tone somewhat lighter, "Dolanna did say that Cary was happy. As for Finn Gallagher, we don't know much about him either. He was around the same age as Cary and came and went twice per day, once in the early morning and once in the evening and sometimes on Sunday. We know he was a big man and was allowed to enter the house without knocking. He, like Cary, would surely have belonged to Eleonore's influence from the beginning.

"So, life goes happily on for the four of them until Dolanna comes of age. It's eighteen-sixty-six and there've been a lot of changes since Eleonore showed up, most especially in her daughter. First off, Dolanna was no disappointment to the family tradition in the looks department. While not as curvy as her mother, she was tall and pretty with black hair and bright blue eyes. This was probably fortunate because she looked exactly like her mother in facial features.

"Unlike her mother, Dolanna was a much more public personality. She loved adventure, loved to laugh and she loved the throngs and the people of the city that had grown with her. She was also somewhat of a tomboy. I suppose it served her need for adventure, but that may not have been the only reason. Y'see, she also loved to... kind of show herself off. She was a bit of an exhibitionist because, according to her, she was so horny she could barely keep her hands off of herself, and she loved the idea of people looking at her with sexual thoughts because of some inappropriate outfit, or what is today called a 'wardrobe malfunction'.

"It was something her mother wasn't aware of at first, but she'd caught a lot of people's eye with some daring outfits and behaviour. As an example, she shared her mother's passion for horses, but not for a team, rather a fast mount. With the money Eleonore had been making for the past two decades, Dolanna rode a beautiful Arabian stallion which, again, spoke to her tomboy leanings. And she didn't ride sidesaddle, by the way. No, she sat astride with breeches tight enough to give Kitten's jeans a run for their money."

"Giggle!" my cousin commented.

"Yeah, that was her," Ashleigh chuckled, pointing at Kitten. "She was very bubbly and... free spirited. Unfortunately, her mother didn't think it was very funny once the rumours of Dolanna's eye popping attire and sometimes outlandish behaviour got back to her. According to Dolanna, however, this is how she controlled her sex drive. She said she got off on it to a degree that her hand could do the rest, but from her mother's perspective... well, that just wouldn't cut it with quiet, studious Eleonore, would it? No, it's clear she'd always been careful of image, and for good reasons that none here need guess at.

"In fact, Eleonore had been so good at presenting a 'nothing to see here' air about her house, that not even Dolanna knew that there was anything different about her mother. She remembered her as an intense woman with very striking, intimidating eyes and who had a very notable presence, also relating how she learned quite early that her mother would always know if she were lying and half suspected Eleonore could read her mind. A lot of kids think that of their parents at some point before they laugh it off, but she said she'd kept on believing it in some measure for years.

"So, word was getting back to Eleonore about Dolanna's public behaviour, and she and her mother had already had a few sit-downs about the issue, obviously none of them successful. Another discussion on the matter is what the young woman thought she was in for when her mother came to her room one evening. It was shortly after her eighteenth birthday and she was in the middle of- in her own words- watching the girl in the mirror, whatever that means."

 

Kitten

I'd been gazing at the top of Auntie's desk as she spoke, not really looking at anything on it, but listening along intently until she mentioned Dolanna watching the girl in the mirror. I knew what that meant. I jerked my head up and looked at Auntie Ashleigh with my mouth open a little, a light flush already starting.

"Oh," she said to me with a raised brow and an amused expression, "something to contribute here, sweetie pie?"

Miffy moistened as I flushed deeper and giggled nervously. Remembering Stevie was right there beside me made it worse, yet I couldn't help looking at him in stunned panic. Another stupid giggle escaped my throat as our family antagonist looked back with smiling interest. Sheila's face was full of horny curiosity, obviously able to tell that this was something sexual.

"Well, I- um, I just do stuff... in front of the mirror."

"What stuff?" Sheila wanted to know."

" ... Horny stuff," I said in a lower voice, even more embarrassed. "It's like... I like watching myself. It's hard to describe why, I just really get off on seeing myself do stuff in the mirror."

"Just you?" Stevie asked.

I turned an even deeper shade of red as I shook my head at him, giggling nervously when he let his eyes briefly wander my body again.

"I'd always wondered about that," Auntie Ashleigh leered, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, hm? We'll have to have a demonstration sometime."

"I second that," my other auntie put in.

Miffy got even wetter and I was glad when our elder got mercifully underway again. At least she wasn't mad anymore.

"So... heh, anyway, Eleonore comes to her daughter's room for a little visit. She sits on her bed and invites Dolanna to do the same. What surprised Dolanna was the fact that her mother was smiling. According to her it was a rarity, but there she was, sitting on the bed in her nightie while making a comfy spot for her daughter. Having been expecting trouble, Dolanna wasn't looking this particular gift horse in the mouth, but she said she was a little uncomfortable as she climbed up on the bed with her. Probably because she was just engaged with the girl in the mirror," Auntie added with a raised brow and a quick smile for me.

"Dolanna's actually quite blunt about things, by the way," Auntie went on, "or at least that's how her daughter's account of her words comes across. Dolanna tells of how Eleonore started saying some very nice things to her, about her, embracing... caressing and kissing her... Then she started talking more pointedly, giving her what we'd call the 'birds and the bees' talk, but uncommonly heavy on practical, physical examples. Her mother influenced her and she'd allowed her own little nightie to be removed with a smile as her only defense because of it. She was clear on her feelings about the 'excitingly sordid affair', explaining how she'd never had sex as good as it was with her mother, and never as good as it was on that evening.

"They came together and Dolanna was bonded. It was the beginning of her secondary education and, perhaps, her mother's greatest battle since Coby. And of course, Coby was one of the prime lessons in Dolanna's education, if not completely accurate in the telling during that early version."

"How'd she take it all?" Stevie quietly asked without attitude.

Her tone suddenly suspicious, she looked sideways at him while answering, "I'd say pretty well, but I'm guessing Eleonore had enough sense to lay it all out in such a way as Dolanna could take it as well as she ever could."

Auntie Kathleen broke in with, "I'm assuming Eleonore left her enough will to know what was going on, during and after?"

"You mean with holding her under her influence?" Auntie Ashleigh asked without waiting for clarification, "Yes, it would have made the reality of bonding, of what Eleonore told her concerning Sera, very clear. In fact, while Dolanna related in so many words that she was totally blown away by it all, never once was she said to have disbelieved it, not even for an instant. She accepted it and moved on... well, actually ran with it. Dolanna was quite a gal, believe me. If anybody on this planet was ever capable of exasperating her mother, it would have been Dolanna."

"Why?" I asked with an entertained grin, now liking Dolanna as much as I admired her mother.

"Well first of all, soon after she was bonded, she started chasing females. Never men."

"A lesbian?" I asked, barely containing a giggle.

"Oh yeah," Auntie assured with a wink. "A confirmed lezzie with absolutely no sexual use for men whatsoever, other than someone to watch her sashaying around in a pair of breeches she'd poured herself into. Up till then, her mother's biggest problem was getting her to stop looking like a little slut in public and to take more of an interest in the family business. After she was bonded, the little wingnut started running around influencing people, mostly women, and... well, you can imagine.

"She related this one story about how she influenced a past acquaintance from school and her parents. She had her father stand and watch while she, his wife and daughter had a threesome in his own home, right in his face. Still, she considered sex with her mother to be better, a funny preference considering how the two were coming increasingly at odds with each other over Dolanna's adamant sexual preference and continued public misbehaviour.

"After being caught necking with different women around town, one of them a protestant preacher's wife, Eleonore actually threatened to financially cut her off and throw her out. Dolanna didn't believe her for a second and, if there was ever any one time when Eleonore allowed anyone to get the better of her, it was this time. She obviously loved Dolanna very much despite their problems and despite how she sometimes comes off as being uncaring towards her. Dolanna herself encourages this viewpoint of her mother but, again, I disagree with how she would paint Eleonore.

"But the preacher's wife seems to have been a thing for Dolanna. She tells of how she had to smarten up about her lesbian exploits, but also of how she went back to this woman and carried on a secret affair with her for a short time. But she bored of the preacher's wife because she, in Dolanna's own words, wasn't pure enough. After that, she started chasing nuns."

I laughed aloud, covering my mouth as I squeezed and ground my thighs.

"Oh yeah, baby," Auntie laughed as the others chuckled a little too. "Like I said, Dolanna was quite a gal. She'd go around, dressed like a man but with a woman's curves, smiling and being nice to nuns in the street. It must have been quite the spectacle for anybody who looked twice, especially back then, but she herself was very clear about how she loved that aspect of this questionable behaviour.

"Before too long, when she was twenty-three years old, she found one that she said was 'pure' and actually brought her home to meet her mother. This is what she told her too, standing there before her with an influenced nun, telling her mother that she was moving her in as her wife and spiritual guide."

"Oh my god," Auntie Kathleen laughed with a dubious expression.

"This is what I mean about Dolanna," Auntie confirmed. "She was different; not a liar, but her perspectives were sometimes a little..."

"Wonky?" Sheila finished with an expression that matched Auntie Kathleen's, her younger sister's hand slowly caressing her spread inner thigh as they listened.

"'Wonky' about says it," Auntie agreed. "But it's hard not to like the woman just the same. It's not like she ever meant any harm, she just wanted her little nun."

"But," Stevie assumed, "Eleonore wasn't crazy about the idea."

"Not at all," Auntie replied, still flashing sharp eyes at him. "And for good reason."

"She was concerned," he went ahead for her, "or rather, Sera was concerned about not getting passed along. Other females are all well and fine when it's just for kicks, but only a cock is going to satisfy one of Sera's two most basic drives: The drive to procreate."

Auntie stared coldly at him before going on in a slightly hostile tone.

"Correct. As harmless as it seemed, Dolanna's sexual preference was a problem. It was something Dolanna didn't seem to take seriously, even after bonding."

Auntie looked to her right, passing her empty glass to Lynette even as our blonde servant rose to take it. I took the opportunity to quickly, surreptitiously punch Stevie in the shoulder, giving him a look that said, "FUCK – OFF!" very clearly. He looked back at me like it was my fault, but both his mummy and mine were looking at him the same way I was.

"I shouldn't say this," Auntie continued as Lynette took her glass to the wet bar, "because it's only my own impression without even Rebecca's concurrence to back it up, and I don't like to poison your mind with my own impressions of her but... Dolanna reminds me somewhat of Mum.

"Unfortunately, Eleonore would have been reminded of her mother. Yeah, she forbade it, this idea of the nun moving in, so Dolanna threatened to run away and join the convent. Well, I guess Eleonore had finally, really had it with her because she steps up and slaps the shit out of Dolanna until she drives her back and down, cowering in a corner, crying and trying to shield herself with her arms. She didn't mention any vocal anger on her mother's part, and I can't help but picture a stern, forty-two year old Eleonore silently beating her screaming and crying daughter down out of pure frustration. I can also see Dolanna submitting to that, but she said she cried even harder and begged her to stop when she then 'fixed' her nun.

"I assume Dolanna meant that Eleonore did a number on the woman's head before sending her away. I say that because Dolanna doesn't mention her nun again in the chronological account, and one has to assume that she knew she was lost to her. After all, she went back to the preacher's wife after she was caught, so she surely would have gone back to her much prized, pure and perfect nun if she thought she could. Still, one might also argue that it was Eleonore's next actions that dissuaded any desire on Dolanna's part to seek out her intended wife, despite her mother's objections.

"Uhh... in the interest of what Eleonore knew had to be done, she again visited her daughter's bedroom later that night. She talked about what happened, about Sera and certain family responsibilities that Dolanna didn't really want to hear about after losing her nun because of them. So, Eleonore influenced her, then opened the door to Finn Gallagher, who was obviously waiting outside."

"Oh oh," Auntie Kathleen's tone warned.

"She had to and it's a god-damned good thing she did," Ashleigh replied, glancing at Stevie when she did. "Not only did she have to bring Dolanna under control, but none of us would be here if she hadn't. Well, she at least accomplished the latter."

Auntie Ashleigh eyed Stevie as he got up and practically shambled to the wet bar, obviously pretty plastered by now. I was feeling pretty good too, but I wasn't apt to piss her off.

"Eleonore joined and the three of them had a night of it, Dolanna discovering the joys of the penis while her mother attended and participated in the impregnation of her daughter by her... man. Of course, this influenced impression of sex with a man couldn't last in Dolanna's mind, and this is how we know that our influence over one another isn't permanent, not like it can be with other people."

Stevie didn't look to be bothering with water this time, only tossing a few cubes of ice into his glass as Auntie explained, "And when her mother's influence did wear off, she was quite understandably upset. From her perspective, she'd been used. She'd been raped. The worst thing about it was, until then, she never had any reason to fear her mother or her influence, but that was the last time Eleonore was ever allowed in Dolanna's mind and the last time they ever had sex.

"And Dolanna was quite clear with her mother about how she felt. She told her outright that she'd never forgive the violation, nor ever have any part of the child's upbringing. So in the course of doing what had to be done, Eleonore sacrificed a great deal in terms of her relationship with Dolanna, but that wouldn't be all she'd lose to that decision."

Her eyes followed Stevie as he finished coming around her desk to flump in the chair beside me. Like me, I could tell Auntie Kathleen and Sheila were trying to ignore him in hopes Auntie Ashleigh would do the same.

"Dolanna gave birth nine months later, eighteen-seventy-two, to the baby girl who would eventually relate this history. "Eleonore, true to Dolanna's word, had to name her granddaughter and she chose, 'Odette', which means 'little wealthy one'. Further true to her word, Dolanna had nothing more to do with the child from the moment the cord was cut. Eleonore ended up raising Odette while Dolanna... well...

"She was quite upset that her body had been 'desecrated'. She described many of the psychological trauma symptoms that women who've been raped display, not the least of which depression. What was more, she then felt useless to her mother, as though her only purpose, that of a baby maker, had been served and it wouldn't matter what she did with her life from there on anyway because Eleonore had Odette. I can see her feeling this way too, given how Eleonore tended to be as a person, combined with her violation of Dolanna.

"So, Dolanna was more or less free to go back to living her life as she chose, in as much as her mother would allow, but the life she chose wasn't quite like her old one and her mother had lost much control over her from then on anyway. As I've said, she loved excitement and adventure, or at least the idea of it, and had always been an avid reader. During the later months of her pregnancy when she allowed her mother to keep her inside most of the time, she'd become enamoured with the wild western lifestyle she read about in whatever crap was coming back this way from out there.

"After giving birth, she'd started drinking a lot more than she had before, but stopped wearing risqué clothing in favour of regular men's clothing. While a little close fitting, they were only simple work clothes. Dungarees with suspenders, button up shirt and boots with a peasant hat... and a Navy Colt in a cross draw holster under her jacket. She'd acquired this somewhere- Odette never asked- and started taking it out to the woods to practice her quick draw. This is what she herself said."

While we all watched Sheila's quiet trip to the wet bar, Ashleigh went on with, "See, this is another example of what I mean about Dolanna. Anyway, she's still as interested in women as she ever was, if no longer the purity of a nun. 'Nice young ladies' is how she described them. Now they were being carefully chosen from the many ships that came and went, young ladies who'd immigrated and were on their way further inland to join waiting husbands, family or whatever. She said she'd spy the right one, a particular type who her heightened powers of observation would see as a woman who wished she could 'be somewhere and someone else'."

"The dreamer type," I put in.

"Just like her," Auntie Kathleen agreed while Sheila returned to her younger sister with two tall glasses of vodka and milk. "Looking for a partner in crime, was she?"

"No," Auntie Ashleigh said, "She kept them there at the house most of the time, sometimes two or three at once, until she'd let them go after a little while. I assume she'd get bored with them, but she never said. Meanwhile, according to Dolanna, Eleonore's not saying anything about her co-opting female travelers for weeks as they serve... Dolanna. Heh. This is because Dolanna's been visiting her mother's jobsites, probably while she was out practicing with her revolver, and it looked like she was finally taking an interest in the family business.




Sera Ch. 27



"Eleonore, by the way, had no idea about the gun. Had she, she might not have been so agreeable to Dolanna visiting the sites, as she would often run into Finn Gallagher whilst she was there, not that the gun ended up making any difference beyond maybe being some indicator, or symbol of her mindset.

"You know... I think she was reasonable enough to see that Gallagher was as much victimized by Eleonore as she was, but that still wouldn't make him okay in her mind. ... If you think about it from her position, the very fact that Eleonore would keep him on after using him to violate her would have been... unreal. The man came and went at least twice per day and would have thought nothing of it or any different about Dolanna while Eleonore raised her daughter. It's almost no surprise at all that he got crushed by a falling tree one day whilst she was visiting."

"No surprise to me," Sheila toned before she sipped from her glass.

"Nobody saw it," Auntie detailed, "not even the guy who cut the tree and yelled timber. 'A curious and unfortunate fatality' is how Dolanna described it."

"They happen," Auntie Kathleen almost mumbled with a knowing, raised brow.

After a brief gaze at her youngest sister with an expression I couldn't quite identify, Auntie went on with, "Eleonore accused her of being complicit right away, told her she was going to interview the man who'd cut the tree and get to the bottom of the affair, even if the police never would.

"Dolanna basically tells her, "Mum, I told you it was an accident. I accidently pushed Finn and he accidently got killed. After that, the guy who cut the tree accidently forgot he saw anything, so I shouldn't waste my time interviewing him, because even you won't get him to accidently remember again."

"She was quite upset, or at least as upset as Eleonore ever got, and this shows us that she did have some affection for Gallagher. I doubt it was possible for Dolanna to give a shit about that, but one can't blame her any more than Eleonore can be blamed for doing what she had to do in order to bring Odette about.

"So she had to go out and hire a replacement, not just for business, but for bedroom as well. Had it been me, I'd have at least gotten rid of Finn after using him for... in any case, it was now clear that Dolanna was beyond her control. She forbade her daughter from going near her cutting sites ever again, but she often visited anyway, sometimes on the very days she knew her mother would be there. Just to show her, y'know? Apart from that, Dolanna was quite happy to spend her time practicing with her pistol, or riding through the woods, probably pretending she was fighting Indians or something. I suppose Eleonore was just glad things with Dolanna weren't even worse than they were. God knows I'd have been considering locking her up like Coby if I were her mother.

"Luckily, Dolanna's use of influence seemed strictly for the purpose of temporarily rerouting unwary young ladies to her mother's house in Queen Square, or sometimes just sexually accosting them where she found them. In fact, she tells of one day in June, eighteen seventy-seven, when she was twenty-nine and helping herself to a young lady in a private alleyway. She said she was distracted by something that burned her back and, when she looked around, saw glowing cinders and sparks carried on the breeze and coming down the alley. From the street came the sudden smell of smoke, sounds of excited bustle, and she explained that she'd missed all this in the excitement of her sexual exploit and a lot of wine. Heh, crazy dame.

"Now, she said she'd heard the fire alarm earlier, but it was in a place called York Point and fires there were supposedly commonplace and usually put out quickly. Thanks to a stiff breeze on that particular day and some city mismanagement, this fire had spread fast and, by the time she was able to 'adjust' herself, as she said, and get out to the street, a wall of flames was already practically upon the uptown area with Queen Square standing in its path after that.

"So, it's off home for her. Of course, having been watching the growing clouds of wood smoke from over the roof topped horizon, Eleonore was already on the alert. She, Cary and Dolanna grabbed up as many carry along valuables and wealth as they could, such as jewelry and that type thing, but also Eleonore's strongbox.

With a smile, Auntie explained, "Eleonore didn't believe in banks and only dealt with them, as with the rest of society, as she had to. Therefore, she had a strongbox where she stored the brunt of her wealth and documentation beneath the root cellar floor. They loaded this along with some food, water, and other necessities into Eleonore's carriage. She, Cary and Odette climbed inside, and the pride of Eleonore's stable carried them away even as their neighbours had to abandon a huge desk halfway out their front door to the all consuming flames.

"With Dolanna astride her own powerful mount, they moved right into the Square along with about a thousand others displaced from their homes with all they could carry or haul with them. As you can imagine, it would have been utter chaos with the flames all around, the smoke and all, but apparently not enough so for some unscrupulous characters. Looters and other types of lowlife opportunists were also roaming the square, grabbing people's last valuables at a time when they were most vulnerable, robbing them, violating women and such. See, the law was understandably distracted and, by the time the De la Garde group arrived, the Square wasn't a very safe place.

"Almost right away, a group of five men approached the carriage because it's obvious that they must have money, and there's only one man on a horse guarding it. Once they get close enough to see that the lone rider is actually a woman dressed in a man's clothes, they get a lot bolder. One of them tries to grab the reigns and that's when Dolanna draws the colt and guns him down from the saddle.

"No way." I hissed, quite engrossed.

"Yes way," Auntie assured, "and ya know what she did after that? While the other four are just standing there stunned?"

"What?" I breathlessly asked.

"Why, our girl shoots another. So, then the other three are running, but that's not gonna save them because she's on a horse and it's not like this in an even tempered law enforcement official. Oh no, nothing like that. She shoots two of them in the back while they're fleeing and, when the other turns and tries to surrender..."

"She shot him too," I finished, a grim smile that I somehow couldn't stop spreading over my face.

I swear I saw approval in Auntie Ashleigh's eyes when she nodded, confirming, "Shot him right in the head. And it didn't stop there, either. She said- 'bragged', to use Odette's descriptive- that she killed twelve more men before the next morning's light. It probably wasn't an empty boast, as there are some eyewitness accounts.

"One is told by a woman who was almost raped when her assailant was distracted by a yell. He looked up and then ran off when he saw the horse coming. Well, the horse kept coming and ran him right down. According to the young woman, the hooves of Dolanna's Arabian caused no small amount of injury, but a bullet in the head afterward was the end of him. The young woman was probably freaked out enough by all this, imagine when she saw that her rather shockingly violent savior was a woman? More so, she reported that this woman was smiling and excited, that she'd very much enjoyed the act of killing that man and, when their eyes met, she said she knew it was the devil that had just saved her.

"One anonymous source described "a young woman darting gleefully through the smoke and impossible heat on a powerful black horse, shooting and running down the hooligans as though each one had a thousand Dollar bounty".

"Most interestingly, another anonymous account: "Her eyes reflected the terrible blaze of our homes burning around us, and I was more afraid of her than the looters".

"I suppose the local scum eventually got the message that there was stiff security in the Square as the threats eventually fell off. When all was said and done, the authorities did look into the matter of the dead men the next afternoon but, once they spoke to the occupant of the black Carriage, there was no more need for concern. The issue was dropped and that was that. It's not on official record, nor are the deaths of those men, and the entire incident is widely unknown."

"Eleonore influenced them?" I asked, quite impressed with that.

"Sure. Even if Dolanna got away with it legally, Eleonore wouldn't have wanted any bigger deal made of it than what those in the Square would spread around. It had to go away because it drew more attention, something that Dolanna had become all too good at. Luckily for them, the authorities had a lot more to worry about than some vigilantism run amok anyway.

"Half the city was gone, the business center of North America's most prosperous city reduced to heaps of smoldering ashes. Apart from Dolanna's work, eighteen people had lost their lives as a result of the fire itself and thirteen-hundred more were left homeless. The tide was out at the time and fifteen schooners burnt at their moorings before it could come back in. Damage was estimated at twenty-seven million in eighteen-seventy-seven Dollars. By and large, I doubt Eleonore would have had to use much influence to make the officials see reason, but the inside story of the witnesses, the ones who saw Dolanna's utter lack of mercy and how she enjoyed gunning them down like vermin... Once again, Eleonore wasn't best pleased with Dolanna.

"The problem was that Eleonore suffered from mostly the same problem as the rest of the city, that being the devastation around them, and concentrating on her gun toting, apparently bloodthirsty daughter alone would have been hard when the main decision right then would have been the question of where they'd be sleeping that night.

"One fortunate part of the whole disaster was that Eleonore, while fully insured, also chose to keep her money in that strongbox. Those who'd rushed their money to the Bank of New Brunswick, thinking it'd be safe in the stone structure, were quite dismayed to find that it burnt to the ground anyway.

"The forestry business had been flagging at the time of the fire and, though the city would require more during the rebuilding process, their home and everything in it was gone and starting over there would have looked pretty daunting to Eleonore.

"On top of all her other public antics, Dolanna's community killing spree the night before wouldn't have made the prospect much more attractive and, with what was good for Odette to also think about, I can once again understand her thinking as she made her next decisions."

Auntie Ashleigh yawned and I noticed the blackness beyond the open window was now a dark gray. As though it was infectious, Sheila yawned too and I shifted position as Auntie Kathleen voiced what we were all thinking anyway.

"Ash, as entertaining, informative... disturbing, violent and stressing as it's been, I'm afraid it's going to be hard to keep my eyes open much longer."

"I know," Auntie replied, looking at her youngest sister's boobies. "Mine are pretty heavy too. Should we adjourn until tomorrow night? Same time, no fighting?"

As engrossing as the story was, especially when heroic Dolanna was running down and shooting all the looters and rapists, we all agreed to continue that next evening at midnight with no promises made concerning the fighting.

And without saying a single word, Stevie got up and simply left, brushing the doorjamb with his shoulder on his way out in a slight, drunken stagger.

Of Auntie Kathleen, Auntie Ashleigh demanded, "God dammit, what is wrong with that kid?" 



Sera Ch. 28



Steven

I woke up just past ten, still sleepy but with a painfully full bladder. The booze I'd drunk the night before had mostly worn off, leaving me only an afterglow to deal with life such as it was, but I knew that had to change.

I didn't go back to bed, but instead got dressed in dark gray casual pants with a light gray, silk shirt and loose black tie. My investigator look was really growing on me, like the longish hair I was always pushing back. With that old nervous cramp reappearing, I left my apartment and walked a little way down the corridor. I stopped in front of Kitten's door, hoping she wasn't up, or at least hadn't been drinking yet, and knocked on the door.

Sure, I told her I'd explain myself anytime she wanted, but the timing I wanted would be much more beneficial to my issue of finding out once and for all exactly what kind of screwball I was dealing with in my cousin. I had to know for sure that the woman I'd end up spending my life with wasn't another Coby, or Marie, or god only knew what, as the wholly tragic saga of our ancestry wasn't even finished yet.

I knocked again, remembering the crazed critter and her lightening attack, arms and legs almost a blur of motion as she screamed and cried... the awful look of hurt in her expression when they separated us. Then I thought of the promise I actually made her afterward.

"Your mission," I mumbled in an authoritative tone, "should you be half witted enough to be coerced into taking it, will be no less than the complete and utter impossibility of reuniting Kitten and –"

The door suddenly opened, and there she was, blinking her sleepy eyes up at me with her blonde hair in total, almost comic disarray. Still in the pink shirt she wore last night, her denim shorts were gone, replaced by nothing.

"Stevie?" she asked.

"Yeah, uh you forgot-"

"What- was that you mumbling just now?"

"Uh- we- yes, but you-"

"What? Why were you mumbling? And why are you... (Yawn)"

"I can see miffy."

She looked slowly down and saw I was right.

"Ohh... boy. Um..."

My dick was swelling as she looked up at me with a slight blush and an uncomfortable grin. Pulling down the front of her shirt to cover herself made some nice cleavage, finishing my erection off and totally derailing my whole investigator's attitude. My nervous cramp was getting worse and, in an effort to get back on the rails, I said the first casual thing that leapt to mind.

"So... wanna go for breakfast?"

" ... Breakfast. Yes. Heh. Um, I have to get dressed. (Giggle) You wanna come in?"

"Okay."

The first thing I noticed, was in fact impossible to not notice, was a box spring on its long edge, stopped halfway through her inner foyer door. Grabbing the back of her shirt, she pulled it down to cover her perfectly round ass while she quickly squeezed through the narrowed gap. With Sheila's height and face, Mum's body type, Marie's voice and that blonde hair, she was the very definition of 'fuckdoll'.

By the time I got past, she was gone, probably in her bedroom getting dressed, but I found the mattress on the floor of the living area. There was a blanket and two pillows, her denim shorts on the floor providing the final evidence of where she'd slept.

"Um, a little early, isn't it?" she called.

"Probably," I agreed, looking about me at the rest of her apartment, a mess befitting of her sleeping arrangements with clothes strewn everywhere, her couch upside down in the corner, coffee table nowhere to be seen and what looked like dry Honeycomb cereal scattered everywhere.

"Well... I was gonna let you explain why you did what you did. I told you I would, remember?"

"Yeah," I vacantly called back, poking my head in the bathroom to see makeup, towels and facecloths, plastic bottles and a bunch of other toiletries scattered everywhere with a dusting of powder on everything. "It's just that I woke up early and I got to really thinking about you, so I got up and came over."

"Oh..." she said, obviously stewing on that as my eye got snagged by a sexy pink bra in the basin. "Okay, well... that's cool. Uh, don't mind the mess, okay?"

"No problem."

The walk down to the kitchen was a bit uncomfortable, but she seemed to be responding more or less favourably to me. So far.

"I was actually a bit worried what you might think when I got out of yours and Sheila's way at the meeting," I offered, managing to sound casual.

"No, that was good," I was glad to hear her reply, not quite as casually as me, but clearly working on it while adding, "It would have been... you know."

"Bad timing."

"Yeah, bad timing. I wouldn't have been comfortable."

"Yeah, me neither. Plus, it just wouldn't have been right anyway."

"No, I know. ... Um, y'know what was really cool, by the way?"

"What?"

"At the hotel when you... when you untied my top."

" ... Heh. Oh my god," I expressed, suddenly flushing a little at the sudden memory. Yeah, that was... and when I watched them carry you off to that table."

"Mm."

" ... Is this like our twisted and perverted version of courtship, or what?" I asked.

We both laughed at this as my dick renewed its erection over these memories, although I was a bit more at ease with her. The shared laughter wasn't alone responsible for this, but also the mutual knowledge that there was some truth to the joke. It was a connection between us that we couldn't possibly have had with anyone else and, warped as it is, it was a good thing between us right then.

"Um, I loved watching you fuck Auntie. And when you were licking your mummy's pussy..."

"Kitten," I laughed, somewhat uncomfortable again, "you're getting me all turned on."

"Sorry, I'm just... pretty horny too. You make me that way. I just want you to fuck me so hard and- OMG."

She'd stopped up with her hand over her mouth, eyes closed and laughing in her little flower print dress, too short for stockings with spaghetti straps that allowed her obviously braless tits to shake with her laughter. Her nipples were erect and I was glad I wore underwear.

By the time we got to the kitchen, we'd agreed to no more sex talk, but it was obvious that our appetite was still simmering as we waited for Jeffries to satisfy our other one. We sat across from each other at the tall island workstation, each of us with a coffee. I'd been ready from the outset with a few different excuses for why we shouldn't drink but, unless she'd been at it while she was getting dressed, Kitten had no liquor and I hoped this would continue. We made small talk about the heat wave and agreed to visit the pool together after breakfast before I jumped into a different deep end altogether.

"So, I think I briefly mentioned a friend of mine to you when we were at Swiss Chalet. A Pastor?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "She had like a Russian name?"

"I always thought of that angle too," I admitted with a laugh, "but yeah. Pastor Marcy Marx."

"Okay."

"Well, I don't remember what all I told you, but I met Marcy in Saint John one evening on the back boardwalk. I'd just done something pretty fucked up and I was trying to get that straight in my mind when she walked up on me."

"What did you do that was fucked up?" she asked.

I sighed and admitted, "I was titfucking Mum while our Superintendant watched, and I blew my load all over... her. You know, her face and in her mouth and stuff. It was quite something to-"

"OMG, that is so hot..."

" ... Well, I'm obviously glad you're so okay with that, but I was pretty fucked up about it at the time."

"(Ahem) well yes, I- I actually understand how you might have felt, but go on."

"Well, I'm there... kinda talking to myself," I carefully explained, "and she just walks up and asks me to elaborate on a term she'd overheard me using."

"What term was that?"

I told her about the inconvenient truth that had nothing to do with Al Gore. She listened to the whole story, quite engrossed to hear the details about her Grammie Marie and more than interested when I got to what happened in the underground bar after Marcy had met her. I wound up with how Marcy pelted me with whatever was at hand back at her apartment that night, screaming at me to leave until I did. By this time, we were just leaving the house through the rear entrance, on our way to the pool area, and Kitten still hadn't ordered a drink.

"What happened to her?" she asked, squinting up at me in the bright, morning sunlight.

"Mum had to fix her," I toned. "She did it right after she killed Grammie. I never saw Marcy again, but Mum did tell me she felt sorry for us. It's weird too, because I feel sorry for her, that she got caught up and compromised."

"Um, can I ask something else?"

"Yup.

"Well... do you like it? I mean, does it turn you on to remember all those guys doing stuff with Marcy, or maybe what those two women were doing with you?"

"Kitten, one of them was a Diesel dike. Me no like," I rhymed.

"Come on, from what you described, the situation sounded really good."

"I suppose it turns me on to remember Marcy getting used like that, but it really wasn't like that at the time. She was my friend and I was watching her get victimized by my own problems because I was stupid enough to expose her directly to them."

"Did you enjoy beating those guys up?"

"Kitten, I don't think you're getting my-"

"Did you?"

" ... Yes. But that doesn't change anything about what happened to Marcy and how it was my fault. Sera had a destructive effect on the life of my only friend at the time."

"You didn't mean for anything to happen," she said, looking at me as though she was wondering what my problem was. "Your Mummy fixed her and she's okay; no harm, no foul."

"Okay," I allowed, willing to go a little deeper if need be. "I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned a person named Audrey Chapel. Have I?"

By the time I'd finished telling Kitten all about our beloved Grammie's former caregiver, we'd come to the pool area and were standing just inside. Her expression was one of mild shock and I had her complete attention.

"That's when Mum went and killed her. She'd have done it anyway, but I'm sure you can see how both Audrey's and her co-worker's lives were impacted by Marie, even before the interference of yours truly brought an end to poor Audrey's life."

"But... that was Marie, not you. You didn't-"

"It was as much me as it was Marie. I was messing with something I didn't understand and I was in way over my head. Fuck, the warped old bat even told me that. I'd just been bonded and... I was even actually tempted to use Audrey like she offered me that night. Look, what I'm trying to get across to you is that Sera... fucks people up. We have to be very careful about good people, especially people we care about getting fucked up by her. By us."

She'd moved away from me during my last words, walking slowly, thoughtfully to the water's edge as she listened. When she kicked her shoes off and sat down on the edge, dangling her legs in the water, I walked closer. A pause had grown between us by the time I got there, standing beside her and looking at the inviting, blue water.

"So... you saw Gina influenced and you thought of Marcy and Audrey?" she assumed.

"Yeah, I admitted. "I liked Gina almost right away, we all did, even Ashleigh. I would have been concerned enough if she made no particular impression on me, but the fact that she's cool made me worry for her all the more because, at the time, neither of you knew what you were in for. The first time I saw her influenced, saw that look in her eye, I felt so bad for her. I felt guilty. I didn't do it to her, but it felt like I had and I almost begged Ashleigh to do something about it for her own good, but she blew me off. She told me to leave it alone, but I had to do something about it. I couldn't sit idly by while..."

"While what?"

"While it all happened again with Gina."

"You mean Marcy and Audrey."

"Well, yeah."

"Stevie?"

"Let me guess: I'm an idiot?"

"Kind of. Sit down, sweetie pie."

That shocked me a little. I expected something more spirited and perhaps violent, but it was the affectation that really threw me. In any case, I could only do as she somewhat tersely suggested, sitting Indian style beside her as she lazily kicked her legs in the water.

"It's not exactly the same situation, you know," she informed. "Nobody would have influenced smu- Gina into leaping off a bridge and... and..."

"And nobody would have influenced her into any sexual situations she might not have chosen for herself?" I offered.

" ... It wasn't like that."

"Did you ever influence her on purpose?"

"Yes, but I had a reason," she replied with an edge to her tone.

"What reason?"

"I... had to make sure she wouldn't tell on me. About some of the stuff I was doing here. It wouldn't have gone over well back home and I had to... make sure she was dirty too. It was the only way."

"You could have just influenced another whole story into her head. You could have made up any reality you wanted her to believe and then run back home with, and that's where it would've ended."

"No."

"Why not?" I asked softly, pushing but trying not to shove.

" ... 'Cause she deserved it!" she suddenly spat. "She was telling me how to live my fucking life, Stevie! She always was and I was sick of it!"

"Now let me ask you what you asked me... Did you enjoy what you had her do? Did you enjoy watching her do the things she'd never choose to do on her own free will?"

She suddenly pushed me backwards, shouting, "Shut up!"

I shut up, slowly righting myself to a position that was a little further from her than where I was, counting my lucky stars as she kicked angrily, glaring at the roiling water in front of her. She didn't even see me frantically wave off the approaching Monique before she could start offering up drinks. After a few minutes of silence, during which time Kitten seemed to simmer down a little, I ventured back in.

"Me and Mum were at a party the night before we left Saint John. It was on the outskirts, without any other houses right close, and it was basically a big bunch of tradesman who were all on their way out of town the next day like we were. So-"

"Whatever you're going to tell me, you'd better not piss me off," she moodily warned without turning to look at me.

" ... I don't think it will. Uh, so yeah, there we are at this party with about twenty or so guys, but that's alright because they turned out to be pretty cool. There's only four women, my mother being one of them, and the both of us were watching these two health and beauty professionals from a drugstore being used by these guys like sheep. Mum was drunk and having a great time, I was fuckin' plastered and... and the next thing I know, Sera's taking over and it was really... noticeable."

I laughed a little here at the memory before continuing along.

"I mean, she just swept me and the booze aside and, before I knew it, I was daring Mum to suck one of their pussies. She was pretty blown away by my dare, but she actually went and did it. She came back laughing her head off and with a face full of cum because some guy was fucking the woman at the time, and he blew his load all over Mum's face. That, I can tell you, was pretty hot and all the guys were looking at Mum then. So, I pulled her skirt up for them so they could all get a good look."

Now she was looking around at me, her legs no longer kicking and I resisted the urge of congratulating myself with an ego serving smile.

"She had these black, see through panties and everybody was checking out her big clit... Somebody came on her ass, just jerked right off on it. It was so fuckin hot, Kitten. They were actually asking me if I minded and I told them to go ahead and do what they wanted with her."

"Yeah, she told me about that party," she said in a slightly pouty tone, "but what did she say when you told them that?"

"Well, she'd never been in a situation like that before... before I put her into it. She was a little stunned, but excited. They pulled her panties down and spread her legs so everyone could get a look before this guy started fucking her from behind. We were looking at each other, and the look on her face was totally amazing. A couple of guys helped themselves to her tits while another started sucking her clit, and then she was just swarmed. It was totally awesome and I so regret that it happened. See, she loved it. Absolutely loved it and I saw afterward what Sera and I had created. We made a slut out of her and the only purpose was to satisfy the perverted need of the moment but... now things are different."

"Sooo..." she prodded.

She was more interested now than upset. I looked her in the eyes and I put it in terms she could maybe cope with.

"Was it just Sera who's responsible for what happened with Mum that evening? Because I really don't think I'd have encouraged my mother into her first gangbang just so I could watch were it not for Sera. If I hadn't drank so much to give Sera the hand that I did, if I didn't drink enough to give her complete control soon after..."

"You said she loved it," Kitten observed.

"She was always so proper before. It sounds fucked up, but what happened between she and I was one thing, this was quite another. Mum prizes trust and intimacy. That type of thing is just not her-"

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! You and I did stuff as bad as that at the hotel!"

"I know; that's my whole point!" I said exasperatedly. "I even did it to you! This Sera is a curse, and if you paid attention to anything Ashleigh said last night, you've got to see that! You weren't like that when you got here!"

"Like what?"

"You know, fucking around!"

"Stevie, no! I mean yes! I mean no, I wasn't like that when I got here, but you didn't do anything! I did all kinds of bad stuff with the staff before we ever even went out to that stupid hotel, duh!"

She'd obviously been hanging out with her mother. More importantly, she actually had a point.

"And don't sit there telling me how I was, anyway!" she went on. "What do you know about how I was before I got here!? I was horny as hell long before you ever met me! You think I'd have been messing around with the staff if I wasn't? I'm a Burchell, Stevie! I get it now and I accept it! I'm only surprised I haven't made a total slut out of myself before now! Hm!"

She turned away, petulant, yet sensible. It made my brain itch, but it was better to plow on at this point. I'd already passed the point of no return.

"Ok, but-"

"Where's Monique!? I need a drink! Monique!"

(Here we go)

"Kitten, I'm trying to tell you that Sera changes our perspectives and makes decisions differently from how we'd make them, and every drink we have gives her hand."

" ... Moniiique!"

"Kitten, I want to talk to you, not Sera! I know it's not easy to deal; that's why I'm half in the fuckin' bag all the time, but this morning I'm sober because I want us to talk and because I love you!"

I was shouting by the time I'd finished, not even thinking of what was coming out of my mouth, but it brought an end to our escalating crisis event. Monique hurried from the pool house, tits bouncing in her red sling with a professionally concerned expression. She walked right up to us as we stared one another in the eyes, an odd showdown of defensiveness, overactive hormones and our natural, yet inhuman love for one another.

"Ms. Burchell?"

"We have to be on the same page, you and I," I emphatically told her.

" ... I'm fine, Monique," she gave up in a tight voice. "I'm sorry,"

"Please, not at all, Ma'am," Monique assured before receding.

She looked away, back at the pool and I took a breath. Even angry, she didn't try to influence me and I thought that at least was a good sign. Still, I let a little time go by before I found within myself what it was that I really wanted to say about the whole matter, not just to her, but myself too.




Sera Ch. 28



"I've fucked up so badly with this shit. Sometimes I still see Audrey's face when I'm about to drop off to sleep... Kitten, I wanted to tell you about all this from the first, but how could I? Because it wasn't just Gina I was thinking about, but also you. I didn't want you to have to face up to anything later on like I do."

As soon as I finished that sentence, her legs came up and out of the water with a sudden splash. Grabbing her shoes, she ran off without a word in her pitter-pattering bare feet. I watched her flee the pool area and disappear around the picturesque little bend and out of sight.

"Shit."

 

Kitten

I wanted to go to the cave, ply myself with vodka, get into the pool and float there face down like I did before. I sure as hell didn't want to face up, but the thing of it was that Stevie had appealed to me. He may have said some stuff I didn't much like, but he came across so well that I fought with myself about that booze I wanted until I ended up at the least likely door I could have imagined, wondering why when my mummy answered. She was still in her paisley shorts and cammie from last night, hair undone, and it was obvious that she hadn't been awake for very long.

"Hey, Kitten. What's up, babe?"

"I- well, I don't know," I told her, picking at my nails with my elbows out. "I came here because I was talking to Stevie and he said some stuff."

She blinked at me a couple times.

"I'm probably not making any sense," I said, starting to feel stupid.

"Not really, no. C'mon in."

That was good enough for me. She had a funny, careless way of treating people, but she was actually a nice person underneath. It was a hard thing to get about her at first, but she quickly grew on a person once her sincerity became recognizable for what it was and showed through.

Her apartment was a bit messy, but it had a comfy cozy feel with darker earth tones, the overstuffed furniture and the lowered lights. There was something cooking in her kitchenette, the only well lit area in the place, and it smelled great even to my full stomach. I felt like I could lie down and pass out, suddenly smiling at the fact that this was actually my mummy's home and how right it was for me to feel that way there.

"Make yourself comfortable. I was just doing up a hash if you're hungry."

"No thanks, I just ate, but it smells delicious."

"Thanks. Do you like to cook, by the way?"

"Yeah, but I'm not that good. I know what I know, mostly chicken."

"Your father's a good cook. His hash is the best, blows mine right outta the water."

"Potatoes are his thing," I said, sinking into a pillowy couch.

"Hey, you know something?"

"What?"

"It's pretty cool how we look alike, but especially how we're the same height. I've kind of noticed it a few times lately, but especially at the door just now. It's nice to have someone I don't have to look up at."

"I know," I agreed while I relaxed further into her upholstery, "it's like having an older twin sister, which makes no kind of sense at all."

"No," she agreed, turning the hash over with a loud sizzling, "but it shouldn't surprise you."

"How so?"

"Has your life ever really made sense?"

" ... No."

"Neither has mine. I'm sure a lot of people feel that way," she commented as her toast popped, "but they've probably never fucked a family member, have they? So, you've spoken to Steven and now you're upset, huh? Not surprising, really. I love the crazy kid, but he can be kinda upsetting at times."

"He's a shit disturber," I moodily judged. "Auntie Kathleen told me about a bunch of stupid stuff he did in school, and he had a popular girlfriend. Staci," I sneered.

"So, you're jealous?"

"No, I'm just saying that he ran with that kind of crowd."

"Okay."

" ... No... I'm just finding reasons to be hateful. He might be a jerk, but I don't care what he was doing in school. He obviously wants me and I want him, it's just that he..."

"What?" she prodded, scratching some butter across toast.

"He doesn't talk down to me like everybody else kinda always did. When he gets upset, he treats me like... you know."

"Like you're responsible enough to answer for yourself?"

" ... Yeah! That's exactly it. Instead of treating me like I can't understand and that he shouldn't even try, or treating me like I'm fragile, he actually freaks right out on me. Did you see him at the meeting? He was right in my face."

"Yeah, he has his line in the sand, doesn't he?"

"Does he ever."

"So, why are you finding reasons to hate him?"

"Because of him and his stupid inconvenient truths!"

"Wh- uh... like Al Gore?"

"No. (sigh) I gave him the chance to explain about Gina, like you said I should, and he told me about some people he knew, people who got fucked up because of him and the inconvenient truths that Sera brings to our lives. He kinda caught me a little off guard cause he showed up first thing in the morning, and I didn't have a chance to get any booze into me before we were off, and I was just all into him and distracted but then I was feeling like... shit!"

"I understand."

"You do?" I doubtfully moaned.

"Please," she laughed, shoveling some hash onto a plate, "Do remember who you're talking to here. I may not drag much behind me in terms of baggage, but there have been plenty of times when my actions drove me to the bottle and often kept me on it. I used to think that if I could only avoid doing something fucked up and self demeaning for long enough, I could get over my current crisis and then get off the bottle. Of course, I created every crisis when I'd been drinking, so that didn't turn out very well."

" ... He said that it makes Sera stronger. Gives her hand."

"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't know about that," she admitted, grabbing a fork and coming over with her breakfast, "but what do you think? No offense, sweetie pie, but you pour a lot of vodka and milk down your neck. I've seen you."

"You're asking how I feel now that I'm sober," I assumed, not even waiting for a reply before I somewhat miserably owned up with, "I used Gina. I- I made excuses for it when I influenced her and it even seemed okay then, but I just did it because it was her and I wanted to see... stuff. I didn't mean to hurt her, I still love her and... fuck!"

Sheila, now sitting across from me in a puffy armchair, looked directly at me with no judgment in her expression whatsoever, making it strangely easy, natural even, to open up to her.

"I did wrong."

"Yes," she said, "you did."

I could only blink at her. Again, it was a simple agreement, not an accusation. She shoveled some hash into her mouth and I sighed, closing my eyes, wondering if it wasn't time for that drink I'd been heroically putting off.

"What would you have done?" I asked.

In a sense, I posed this question without any expectations of a response, but more out of a funny habit that I'd always had, that of wondering what Sheila would do. I was almost surprised when she did reply, and it was without hesitation.

"Exactly what you did."

I snapped my eyes open.

"Fuck yeah."

"You just said I did wrong!"

"Yeah, so?"

I explained to her my long standing habit of wondering what she would do, and got a smile from her as she continued eating. When I was done, she looked pleased when she spoke, though her words seemed to have little to do with that expression.

"I'm afraid I'm no role model for you and, when wondering what I would do, you should generally do the exact opposite of whatever you think that is. But we're really not talking about that. We're talking about your guilt over using Gina for your own entertainment. Also, we're talking about how Steven treats you in relation to that."

"Okay," I almost hesitantly agreed.

"Any way you look at this, it's obvious that you're pursuing Steven, therefore you've already decided to sacrifice your relationship with Gina in some way- in addition to your boyfriend in Langley- and all for Steven. And since it looks like you've made up your mind about what it is you want, you should understand that things with Gina would've boiled out like this in one way or another."

It was true.

"Daddy is my boyfriend."

There was no reason not to tell her. Auntie Kathleen already knew and, hey, this was Sheila. Well, her fork stopped halfway to her mouth as she looked at me with genuine surprise, then a slow smile.

"Oh, fuuuck... yeah, I shouldn't be surprised."

"How do you mean?" I asked, not quite sure how to take that.

"Because I would have if I were you."

After a moment, I could only grin back.

"But now you're leaving your father for your cousin."

I allowed a pause to go by as my grin faded, and I thought about this again without the foggy white curtain of vodka and milk. She was watching me, having gone back to eating and I was again impressed at how comfortable I was in talking about these things with her.

"Daddy himself tried to tell me that it was no good for me, that I should have someone my own age. It's just that he was the only real man I ever knew and... he took care of me. I wanted him and I didn't listen. Geez, I never thought I'd meet a cousin, someone so well suited to me and my horny who I'd fall in love with so fast, or that there was so much behind this side of the family."

"Have you talked to your father yet?"

"No."

"I'd think he'd appreciate a call, no matter what Gina told him."

"Oh my god, I can't imagine," I worried. "What would I ever tell him?"

"Tell him the truth. Well, not about Sera, but that you've met someone."

"I can't just tell him that, it'd be like, like..."

"Like me leaving him all over again?"

" ... Oh god, I didn't mean it like-"

"It's okay," she said with a smile, "It's a valid concern. But I think... Uh, I asked about Peggy once."

I gave her a sad smile and said, "Yes, they're together. Me, Gina, Daddy and Peggy are all lovers."

"I would have loved to be a fly on the wall of that bedroom. Yeah, your dad was always quite a guy and I always liked Peggy. Top quality people and I'm glad they found happiness with each other. To be honest, I found Gina to be a bit of a snooty little bitch, but I liked her well enough. Your dad might miss his daughter, but it sounds to me like he won't be alone and I'm thinking he'll understand your decision if you're up front with him."

Again, she was right.

"But what about Gina?" I asked.

"Steven's just as responsible as you are where Gina's concerned, and he knows it. He'll help you put that situation to rights one way or another."

"Okay, so... what should I do now?"

"Well, you want Steven, right?"

"Yes."

"Start hanging around him. Even if you argue with him, you should stop avoiding him and... really take ownership of him. Ya know?"

"I think so," I said with a grin.

"Keep in mind, your relationship with him will be very different than the one with your father. Like you just mentioned, this is your male counterpart."

"Giggle!"

"I know, just imagine. ... Hey, um... you wanna call up a servant so we can have a cock to suck?"

"Oh yes, Mummy," I leered.

"Ohhh... I like that."

 

Steven

I was feeling a bit better with a few beer in me. I drank them after I got back to my apartment, taking note of the markets and distracting myself again for a while. I soon found myself picking up where I'd left off with the trends in the energy sector and actually fell asleep in front of the monitor after some hours. I don't know what time it was, or how long I slept, didn't even look at my watch when a knock at the door woke me up.

For whatever reason, I was expecting Sheila. I opened the door and found Kitten standing there instead, thinking it really was her mother at first.

"I'm a bit surprised. I thought I'd have to go find you," I offered with a little smile.

"Well... let's talk some more," she replied.

"Okay. Uh, c'mon in."

She followed me in, still in that short little dress, looking around herself as though she hadn't been there before. I turned around in the middle of the floor and came across the best I could with a certain admission.

"Um, look I know what I said earlier, but I had a few beer and I'm gonna have one now. You?"

"Okay. I had a drink earlier, too."

I nodded and turned to get each of us a cold one. By the time I did, she was curiously studying the monitors with the scrolling numbers and bell curves.

"What's all this?"

"Uh... well it might bore you."

"Why would it bore me?"

"Because it bores most people."

"Try me."

"It's what's wrong with the economy."

"Oh. ... Okay."

"See this graph with dates from the end of the second World War?"

"Yeah."

"Those are world oil prices. Now if you look at this other graph showing economic declines since nineteen-forty-five and compare, you'll see that all these declines correlate to dramatic increases in the price of oil. Basically, every time there's an oil shock, the world economy takes a shit soon after and all of our recessions since the last World War are because of oil shocks, including this one.

"I thought it was all those crooked banks in the States and because the big three forgot how to build a half decent car."

The big three's mismanagement wouldn't have been enough, and Cleveland's not so big that it's subprime mortgages could create a world recession. Meanwhile, the trends don't lie and, as it turns out, I wasn't the only one to see them. I've since found that what we're looking at here is called 'Peak Oil', something a guy named Hubbert predicted in nineteen-fifty-six with this bell curve that you see on this monitor here. Based on the fact that oil as a resource is a finite supply, this bell curve shows well discoveries since-"

"Stevie?"

" ... Now you're bored?"

"Yes, but I get the gist of it, sweetie pie."

"Okay."

"You know something?"

"What?" I asked as she took her beer from me and totally changed the subject with, "I like it when Sera has some hand. She makes me feel like the person nobody ever thought I was inside. Does that make sense?"

" ... Yeah. She's not without her charms. So you do separate yourself from her? As a person, I mean?"

"Yeah, I guess. Do you see a difference?"

"Yes."

"Do you like her?"

" ... I fell in love with her when she came up in Mum."

She only looked at me for a moment, then nodded solemnly before taking a seat at the desk.

"Did your mummy tell you that me and my daddy are... you know?"

"Yeah, she mentioned it."

"Okay, so... I'm leaving him for you."

"Uh... okay, yes."

"You sound a little hesitant."

"No, it's just that you sometimes have a... an abrupt way about you."

"I get the feeling you can handle it."

"Let's hope so."

She laughed about this, genuinely humoured before getting up and walking aimlessly across the living area to bring up another topic I wouldn't have expected.

"You know, Auntie Ashleigh wants me to keep an eye on your mummy."

"Huh?"

"Yup. I was thinking about that after you mentioned that party where you got her gangbanged."

"Okay," I said.

"And I got to thinking about our adventure at the hotel, and then what happened when me and your mummy went out."

"I still haven't heard any details about that, but go on."

"Well, my point is that we might kinda get settled on what we're... doing."

"You mean like codes of conduct?" I asked with a sheepish grin.

"Well, yeah. I mean, Auntie has expectations of us and that's why she has the estate staffed like she does, but let's face it: Outside adventures are way good."

"I know, you're preaching to the choir."

"I'd have thought your moral compass would have been more of a hurdle for you."

"I have no excuse for myself," I shrugged. "I actually believe that Ashleigh's right about keeping things on the estate, it's just that I've had the taste of..."

"Using them?"

" ... Yes. It's fun."

"And you loved watching what those guys did to me like you did when they gangbanged your mummy."

"Yes."

"I liked it too and- well, I want to be a proper woman for you, but we could have so much... fun."

"I know. I want to be good for you, but I also know how we both think, and Ashleigh telling me what is and isn't realistic for me doesn't help."

We paused, each of us chewing on that for a moment before she turned and flounced her hips saucily out to the veranda, where the first thing out of her mouth was a complaint.

"Aww, poopy! Your view's way better than mine!"

I followed her out there, looking at her as she surveyed the backyard, wondering if she was wearing panties and how she'd feel if I looked.

"You can see the pool and everything! No fair!"

"Its executive class, baby," I joked. "Stick around me and you'll get used to being entitled to this kind of entitlement."

"Don't be silly," she giggled just like Marie might.

I watched her smile as she looked about the scenery below us until she turned and caught me looking at her.

"What?" she asked.

"We really do have to be on the same page, y'know."

"I know."

"I wonder if you do," I said, disappearing back inside the shady and relatively cooler interior of my apartment.

Following me, she asked, "Why? How do you mean?"

I wanted to really answer her, to tell her about our eventual dilution, but I had to trust that Ashleigh had her wits about her and would break it to her better than I could have at the time. That said, I didn't like putting all my eggs in Ashleigh's basket, and an alliance with Kitten was not only natural, but eventual. However, the problem of what I could tell her to bring her in remained as I threw myself down on the couch, and she stood in the middle of the room, arms folded under her tits while she waited patiently, seriously for my answer.

"Its pure speculation."

"Let's hear it anyway."

"Okay. I think that Sera has a form of consciousness we may not be quite aware of, even as carriers."

"You mean... huh?"

"Sera isn't even from what we'd call 'our reality' and I think there's another aspect of her, maybe apart from us, that is beyond how even we recognize her."

"Ummm... you'll have to explain better," she told me, paying close attention.

"I can't. It's just a feeling, like something here is bigger than what we know."

"You must have something more than just a feeling."

" ... Did you notice the way Ashleigh often spoke of Rebecca in the present tense?"

" ... Yes, but that's just... It's probably just cause she's used to reading her notes and stuff like she's still alive."

"You really wanna make that call in this family?"

"Stevie, can I say something?"

"Sure."

"Okay, well don't get mad but... So what? I mean, I know you have a hard time with this, but we're not like other people and that's that. It's like what Auntie Ashleigh says about what's realistic about us. You have to learn to loosen up if you're ever gonna be able to live with yourself."

"Loosen up? Remember what I told you about Audrey?"

"Audrey has nothing to do with this. This is who and what we are, and there doesn't seem to be much we can do about that, no matter if your suspicions are accurate or not. And just because Audrey died doesn't mean you have to, does it?" Don't you have to accept this stuff at some point and move on with your reality?"

"I'm trying, but I keep waiting for that other shoe to drop."

"Your speculative theory, you mean."

"Yeah. Something..."

"Your mummy feels the same way, you know."

"How's that?" I asked.

"She thinks we're all in line for some kinda surprise, even Auntie Ashleigh."

"Mum's often right about this stuff," I commented.

"She's definitely convincing, but whatever it is won't change who and what we are."

"How do you know?"





Sera Ch. 28



"Finding stuff out doesn't change reality."

"It changes how we see it. That can be bad enough."

"You're talking about your inconvenient truths again, but it's only inconvenient as long as you refuse to accept that it's your reality."

I had no answer for that which didn't include our mutual and eventual dilution. Still, I couldn't help a smile. She really was a smart little cookie.

"You have me there, but I'm still waiting till all the cards are on the table."

"Are you gonna get Auntie Ashleigh going again tonight? Cause that's-"

"As long as nobody gets me going again, I might be able to manage not to," I interrupted with a diplomatic grin that didn't change her suddenly curious expression.

" ... Why does Auntie and your mummy get so offended when you talk about Sera?" she asked.

"Uh... because they don't like the way I refer to her," I carefully said. "Words like 'it'."

"Okay, so why does that offend them?"

"Because they see it differently."

"How do you mean?" she pressed.

"Well, they take it personally."

"But why?"

(Oh my fuck!) "Because... 'it' is in them and they take it like I'm calling them an 'it'."

" ... Oh. Well I don't get how they'd feel that way; I sure don't, but if it makes Auntie and your mummy happier, maybe you should just try not to refer to Sera that way anymore."

"Only for you," I said, patting myself on the back for evading that guided missile without actually lying. "But I can make no promises. Sera is what it is and, if at some point she's got to be referred to as such for the purpose of conversation, then they'll have to deal unless they want me to just shut up."

"Auntie was pretty mad about how you left when the last meeting was over, you know."

"I'm sure she was, but this is what I mean and it's what I said last night: If I can't tell it like I see it, I may as well just listen and leave when I've learned all I can for myself."

"You got a big ego, Stevie," she stated with an amused smile.

"Yeah," I agreed, returning her expression.

We looked at each other and things got serious quite quickly without even a word being said. Our eyes danced closer, our pulses quickened and I swear I felt the temperature go up another few degrees.

"(Giggle)"

"We- we'd never make the meeting," I warned as she got up and approached.

Leaning over me where I sat on my couch, she took my face in her hands and gave me a big, wet kiss on the lips and the horniest, most unapologetically wanton expression I'd ever seen. She drew a breath to say something just as someone rang from the corridor.

It was Ashleigh. Her depressingly stern expression cleared with the obvious surprise, then approval of seeing Kitten there at my side when I opened the door.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said with a slightly leering smile.

"Actually," I began, "We were just about t-oof!"

Kitten had given me a light elbow to the gut while also verbally cutting me off with, "I was just leaving, Auntie. And just so you know, I made Stevie promise he'd be nice to you."

"That only covers the meeting!" I objected.

"A conditional olive branch," Ashleigh dryly observed. "But thank you Kitten. He really does like me quite a lot, it's just that he's a little afraid of me."

"Oh, sure," I sarcastically agreed. "Let's not forget about who went swimming."

"Yes, I've yet to get you back for that, but we both know that's not what I'm talking about here. Kitten, I'm glad to see you two getting along, but I wonder if you'd excuse us while I work things out with your cousin?"

"Yup," she easily agreed, looking at me and adding, "I'm glad we're getting along too and... I'm really glad we talked. Bye, sweetie pie."

She gave me a naughty wink and slipped out and around our Aunt. I smiled after her, knowing she meant to keep my confidence before settling my gaze on Ashleigh.

Her outfit consisted of deep brown shorts with suspenders and a white tank top that showed off the very bottoms of her globes. Her black, thigh high boots were more than a little remarkable and, I have to say, she looked like a billion Dollars.

Her expression wasn't as inviting, but not that bad as I stood back so she could come in, staring at her chest in any case. Without a word, she strode to my couch, the bottoms of her ass cheeks peeking out so invitingly before she took a seat and waited for me to join her.

"You literally have everything hanging out," I observed as I sat with her, remembering how satisfying her pussy was when I banged her the night before.

"I told you, I enjoy dressing like this. I know I look good and I love to flaunt it."

"My compliments to your tailor," I told her, looking at her straight backed poise.

"I wish my efforts on behalf of our family were as well received by you as my wardrobe is. I can't believe I have to be here talking to you about this again. I mean this is what? The third time? Everything always seems fine when I leave, then the next time we're supposed to be working together, you start acting like an ass."

She was cool when she started talking, but by the time she ended, her frustration was clear.

"I keep thinking you're finally seeing what I'm about," she went on, "what I'm trying to do and that I have my reasons for how I do them, but it's like... (Sigh) You just don't trust me. Do you?"

"No offense, but I don't even know what the hell you are. Yes, I know that you love me and you know I love you too. I know you'd never do anything to hurt any of us and I do know that I have a vested interest in trusting you, but I just can't completely do that until I know all there is to know, even if I do actually want to."

"That's stupid."

"What?" I asked indignantly.

"If you know I mean no harm, than what's your problem? The only thing you have to do is what I keep telling you to do, and that is to trust me and to accept the facts and the reality that they dictate for you."

"I keep getting that from all four of you," I returned, "and I have to admit that the indoctrination is quite effective, but when it comes to being eventually nudged aside so your kind can take over my life, I find it hard to rest on a life of being special."

"I've already told you that this is the way things are, that there's no getting rid of Sera, no magic spell to cast her out."

"You told me that when I first arrived. Now that I know you're not really my aunt Ashleigh, I can't ignore the fact that if there were some equivalent of a magic spell, it'd be in your best interest to lie about its existence."

"You're an asshole! You have no idea what you're talking about because you only know enough to open your mouth and defecate out of it! This is why I didn't want to tell you anything before it was best for you to hear, and if you've blabbed any of this to Kitten or your fucking mother, I'll really turn you into that chimp I warned you about!"

"No, I didn't say anything!" I barked back. "I'm actually taking you at your word that you'll show a little more regard for us than what you show the average human! If you don't, I guess I'll have to tell them myself, but believe me when I say that that isn't a piece of bad news that I want to be the bearer of!"

I ended with my finger practically in her face and she began again by irritatedly slapping it aside as she angrily replied.

"Well, thank you sooo fucking much for your consideration! Like I haven't been here, planning all this for us since before you were even fucking born!  Thank you so god-damned much for all the fucking credit! Now if you can just trust me a little further and shut the fuck up! If you can at least just do that if not actually be useful to me, well gee I'd appreciate that!"

It was way too much like arguing with myself, so I suddenly used a Kitten style comeback.

"Shut up!"

"No, I want you to shut up! I want you to act with a little more respect for me and your mother in the way you refer to us, and keep in mind that Kitten and Sheila aren't immune to that kind of insulting talk either!"

With that, she drew back her hand to give me an angered smack in the head, but I caught her wrist out of the air. She was obviously surprised and even struggled against me a little as her mouth twisted in anger with her insistant words.

"Will you just accept that it's true what I tell you!" she seethed. "I'm not your enemy, I'm not lying and there's nothing you can do!"

"You say there's nothing I can do, but let's just say I decide to take a bath with that sexy little toaster over there? I'm guessing Sera would be quite upset-"

Her other hand was faster, but I caught it anyway. The trouble is, as anybody who's ever taken any form of self defense will tell you, it's all in the eye. I looked before I thought, and released both her hands a split second later as I pushed backwards. She already had a foot in my door and her careful, yet steady and unstoppable progress in getting it the rest of the way open scared me more than anything. I felt her hands on the sides of my face without even noticing she'd put them there while I kicked uselessly against the carpet.

"You're just so lucky I really do love you, sweetie pie," she told me, her hissing, angry voice the only sound in the universe as she swept my strongest resistance aside like it was nothing and barged straight into my mind.

I felt a sudden liquid heat in my pants as my bladder let go and I relaxed completely in order to willingly forget for months about any concept of suicide. In fact, she wiped any awareness that she'd done anything at all and, to this day, I can only assume that was all she did. If nothing else, she certainly verified my guess as to how Sera would feel about my taking a bath with that sexy little toaster.

 

Kitten

I had no intentions of doing anything with Stevie when Auntie Ashleigh stopped by his apartment. As horny as I was, I knew like the night before that it just wasn't the time, and I think he did too. That still left me pretty horny, but also quite thoughtful as I sat out on my balcony.

Since I'd met him, my cousin seemed to be quite somber, a person who paid attention in a wary way and spoke as though there was some disaster all set to befall the lot of us. Even Gina remarked on it. She thought he was a bit creepy and, at the time, I kind of agreed with her despite my immediate infatuation with him. As I got to know him a little, especially after I remembered who he was from the news, he came across as being intelligent and understandably paranoid.

Once I was bonded, I got a better idea of why he seemed so paranoid, dark and aloof at times, but it was only then, after our talk that day, that I came to truly appreciate who he was. He was kind of like one of those grizzled old detectives on those stupid cop dramas that are all over television in one varied form or another. It struck me in a strangely intuitive way that he was the kind of guy who would probably require a very simple, very sane and 'for real' life, and that was something I could certainly give him. That and miffy, squeezing his cock until he squirted his hot baby juice deep inside of her.

As far as Gina went, I'd come to see that Sheila was right in how things between she and I would have come to an end sooner or later anyway. I wanted Stevie and that alone would have done it, but even if she'd stayed under my influence, and had we been able to fix it with Daddy and Peggy where Parker was concerned, it wouldn't have been real and Stevie would never let me forget that.

It seemed that the morning's sobriety and the advantage Stevie took of it had had some real impact as I found myself forgiving Stevie completely. It seemed a bit soon, but both he and Sheila had helped me to see things in a different way, and there was really little sense in holding it against him any longer.

My biggest regret was my attacking Gina in the hallway. That was what really made me want to grab another drink but, as I sat out in the sun, I forced that thought away. I also believed what he'd said about how alcohol gave Sera hand, and it actually had me a little bothered. Enough, in any case, to at least limit my drinking if not cut it out.

Also major in my mind was guilt over Daddy. After the action miffy had seen, I couldn't go back to him anyway. There'd be no way I could ever do that to him and I questioned how I couldn't see that before. Did I really think I'd just go back to life in Langley after the great Montreal fuck-fest? The following, crushingly guilt ridden thoughts of the experiences Gina went back home with had me up and going for that drink.

I had become Sheila in the sense that those back home had always perceived me. It happened when I blinked my eyes, I guess. The point was that I now had to really swallow that medicine, the same stuff that we'd been forcing down Stevie's throat, and face up. It wasn't just the kind of sex life that was ahead of us, but now the sure knowledge of how I'd have to effectively leave my past in the past.

Standing at the kitchenette counter, I unwrapped my fingers from the vodka bottle, backing up and going to the couch instead. Turning the TV on, I was able to relax a little, but the moving images of brightly coloured touring cars vying for podium couldn't completely distract me.

"She was right. I can't go back."

"He's our Daddy. She doesn't tell us anything. We can go home whenever we want. You can fix this. You and Stevie."

"No. Not even if things do get fixed up with me and Gina, even if Stevie and I make it all like it never happened, there's just... no way. Little visits every once in a while maybe, but never ever like before. Stevie lost everything he ever had except his mummy, now I have to lose it all too. That's just the way it is and that's why we're going to be together."

" ... But it's Daddy."

"I know. I..."

My eyes were full of tears and, when I blinked, I felt them stream down my cheeks. I couldn't convince myself that I could put things back together and I knew from there on, buzzed, drunk or sober, that I never would. There at the estate, there with Stevie was where I belonged and I knew it all along, maybe from the first day I got there, the minute Auntie Ashleigh made it clear that it was my home.

This left the sad but necessary question of what reparations should be made, what conditions I desired, or would have to have between me and Gina, Daddy and Auntie Peggy. I was surprised when I anticipated talking to Stevie about this, rather than my mummy or one of my Aunties, but it made me smile a little.

I sniffed, wiping my tears as I got up for that drink once and for all. Just one triple to put me out. Our family meeting was in just over six hours and I wanted more sleep and a chance to eat something when I got up.



Sera Ch. 29



Steven

I awoke with a cry and a start that no alarm clock could ever deliver. My heart hammered and I actually feared a coronary episode. Minutes later, I still hadn't completely calmed down, or remembered whatever nightmare it was that woke me up that way, though I was rushing through a shower because the preferred alarm clock that actually should have awakened me earlier hadn't. Out of the shower and drying off, I gulped a modest amount of whiskey before brushing my teeth, hair, and donning my now common dress pants, shirt and tie. Shoving my feet into a pair of black leather shoes, I was off, neglecting to even close my apartment door as I straightened my tie and slicked my hair.

"We're making progress, champ," I positively announced.

"It's still a little early for that kind of talk," I somberly reminded myself.

"But Kitten's on our side now and things are beginning to get clearer."

"Whoopee."

"Always the wet blanket."

"Shut up. Tonight we're not going to get shitfaced and we're not going to piss Ashleigh off any more than we have to. We have to work with her in order to get the most out of all this shit."

"That sounds like quite a turnaround."

"You would think that, but if you saw things the way I do, you'd understand what I mean, that these meetings are a vehicle for our best interests."

"Whatever. I think you go way overboard on Aunt Ashleigh, though."

"That's nothing new. Besides, you often have a lot of hand when I do, and that's why we're not getting shitfaced tonight."

"That's not fair. You're using me to do that stuff and you know it. I might more or less agree with how we handled Mum and Kitten, but I'd be a lot different with Ashleigh and it's kinda sucky how you'd never have the nerve to act that way with her without me."

"You're the parasite, not me. If I can use you for my own ends, I will and I don't give much of a shit if you like it or not. Furthermore, you should be god-damned grateful to me for my caution because, apparently, you're the one who'll ultimately benefit from the decisions I'm making. So you just practice shutting up about that while I decide how we treat our dear Aunt Sera."

"Name one thing that she's done wrong, or against any of the family," I challenged.

I had no answer for that, at least none that I felt comfortable with resting my weight on.

"Yeah."

"Shut up. And don't forget to fuck off."

He, or she, was right. Ashleigh really hadn't done anything wrong that I could see, especially if certain suspicions of mine that were based on the still unfolding story of our ancestry panned out to be reality, in which case, she'd actually have saved Kitten's sanity. The trouble was that it might have been nice if it was me who she bonded with instead.

Remembering how Ashleigh had left after our earlier visit, the way we never resolved any differences, made me a little anxious about how she'd treat me when I showed up, but I needn't have worried. I heard their laughing commotion as soon as I entered the open frontal area of the mansion's interior. Walking quietly, I stuck to the shadows, looking into the den before actually entering. What I saw was a scene that almost made me laugh for its utter absurdity.

Ashleigh, Kitten and Sheila were all clapping, laughing and cheering Mum as she danced in the middle of the floor for them. In black leggings cut just below her knees and a long sleeved, yellow pullover, she danced with her back to me in three inch, black wedge heels. The band and shoulder straps of a black bra showed clearly through the light summer top and her hair looked done like it was in the days of the PTA, save for those shocking black streaks she'd added in Saint John. At the time, I vaguely thought that there might be one for each of her victims.

The music coming from Ashleigh's computer was some kind of East Indian techno-dance-beat stuff that pumped the blood and cried for painkillers at the same time. Mum moved to it in a wildly exaggerated way as I couldn't help but smile from the railing. It reminded me of when I was a little kid and she and dad would horse around with me on the back lawn doing impressions and reenacting stuff from TV with hilarity. However, even in the midst of this mocking tomfoolery, Sera's erotic presence wouldn't be denied. Even her sisters and my cousin saw it, laughing their heads off at Mum's brand of humour, but with their eyes all over her.

Ashleigh, reclining behind her desk again, wore a light choral dress, cinched at the waist and with a plunging V-neck. White lace was visible at the bottom of a mouthwatering display of cleavage that shifted when she clapped, feasting her eyes on her youngest sister.

Also at the Kathleen buffet was Mum's closest sister, Sheila, actually rocking on her pussy while she sat, loudly encouraging and practically salivating. She wore a pair of tight, hot pink short shorts while she whooped there on the red couch like last time. Along with this, the Elf Queen wore a rather elegant, yet short and sexy blouse with rolled up sleeves. The front was half unbuttoned and I could clearly see that she wore no bra.

Kitten also sat in the same place as before, this time in a pair of faded blue, very short cutoffs. The bottoms were tattered from the wash, and so was the waist as the band had also been cut off. Allow me to say here that this looked nothing short of sensational on her, even more eye grabbing than the thin, white tank top that she wore, short enough to almost show the bottoms of her tits and sporting some enticingly erected nipples. The white, open toed stilettoes looked more like something Sheila might wear, but were totally fabulous on my little fuckdoll.

Finally, Lynette again sat at the edge of the desk and to Ashleigh's right. She wore the usual black, skirted business suit and the blank expression of the night before as she stared at nothing in particular.

I stepped across the threshold, not being able to help a smile for my crazy family, even as I again wondered at the night attendant's vacancy. At the same time, Mum was in the midst of turning in a circle with the music. She saw me and started a little, but kept on hamming it up until I put my arms around her for a big hug.

It was an odd moment. Maybe it was just being reminded of the old days at home, or because I was happy to see that she was happy, but I did this very sincerely as a sort of gift to us both. She stopped dancing and slipped her arms around me as well, hugging back for a few moments. The feel of her tits against my chest turned me on, but it was more about just having her in my arms than anything as the music was cut. When we separated, I felt a little foolish with everyone looking at us with silly, sentimental smiles, but Mum was positively beaming. She got why I'd done it as though she could feel it through my skin and I knew it as she looked me.

"That was sweet," Ashleigh lovingly approved, the group's expressions agreeing with her assessment.

The expression on her face, however, wasn't just one of approval, but also longing. Beyond her frustration with me, I also knew how she saw me as her own son in a way, and I kinda felt bad for her. With a smile for my dark and alluring aunt, I walked around the side of her desk and, as though reading my mind, her smile got even wider as she stood. I gave her the same hug, now feeling her tits against my chest, but also how her very sincere love for me fairly radiated through her body and into mine. There was no need for eye contact to know how she felt and I suddenly found myself trusting her a lot more just then.

She actually had tears standing in her eyes when we separated. She gave me a kiss on the lips, which I returned, managing to break away just before it became a make out session as my cock started growing. I said something then that sort of surprised me, even though I knew it was true. My surprise might just have been over the fact that I'd said it.

"I love you, "Aunt Ashleigh."

I wouldn't have thought she could be happier, but she was. She looked like I'd just proposed as the standing tears raced down her cheeks. I suppose she was thinking I'd had a turnaround in my attitude and that maybe things would be a little easier with me from then on. I wouldn't say my attitude had anything to do with that; I think I was just in a rare mood where I wanted to show my true feelings for them and my appreciation that I was surrounded by my family, fucked up as they were.

"I love you too, Sweetie pie," she replied as my aunt, mother and lover.

When I turned around, Sheila was standing there with her arms open, looking up at me with a smile that I've never seen on her face before. It was the usual tricky/careless one but, beneath the surface and mostly evident in her eyes, it was one that spoke of a need. Of course, I realized in an instant, among all people in that room who would need a genuine hug, Sheila would top the list. I stooped and wrapped her tight in my arms. She held me close, both of us kissing the other in an intense show of how deeply we loved each other as friends, relations and fuckbuddies but, for her, it was more about the genuine feeling of being loved as a person and for who she was, rather than being desired as an objectified sex toy. Even so, by the time I let her go, I was completely hard as I smiled down at her, little tears leaking from her eyes as she adored me.

Turning again, I met Kitten head on. She leapt into my arms, legs wrapping around my waist as our lips locked in pure passion and a love that was as strangely otherworldly as it was rooted in the kind of boy/girl love that had made this world go round since the beginning of the species. Her pelvis ground me as we made out, rubbing my hardness as our arms held each other fast. The feel of our lips touching created subtle, throbbing electrical shocks all over my body, centralized at my temples and cock. It was sensational and served to fully convince me that we were tied together, that she was my number one concern as Ashleigh had stated. I knew then, without a doubt, that Kitten would always come first in my life.

My mother's hesitant but happy voice distracted us from one another after a period of time that I don't even remember.

"Why don't you two sit together here on the couch?" she suggested.

I looked around, suddenly back in the real world. A little embarrassed, I grinned and nodded. Kitten giggled and allowed her feet to drop to the floor but, when I looked back around at her, she gazed up at me from what seemed like a far off place and I knew that she'd experienced much the same sensations and sudden surety of 'us' that I had.

We moved to the couch, me taking the end closer to Ashleigh's desk while Kitten cuddled up to me. As the other three women sat, all of them looking at us with approving smiles, Ashleigh spoke while wiping at her tears.

"Well... you certainly seem to be in a good mood today."

I hesitated while trying to assemble my feelings of the moment well enough to give her an answer, then replied with, "I guess it just struck me- when I saw you all in here laughing and enjoying each other's company- that what you said was true. Who else in this world could we ever really trust like we can each other? No matter what all the little issues between us are... we're family and, as much as I'd like to throw some of you out a window at times, I love you all."

We all seemed to bask in those words for a short while, looking from the subtle brightness of one's eyes to aothers, bonding in an unhuman little way like we never had before.

"I think," Sheila stated with nipples poking at her blouse, "that after this meeting is over, we should all sleep together."

We all looked around at each other, the entire family silently agreeing with her idea before Ashleigh made it official.

"Very well. After the meeting, we'll all retire at my apartments. Don't worry, Steven," she amended with a wink, "you won't have to call me 'Mistress'. Unless you want to..."

"Can never tell; I might surprise you," I returned with a grin, gesturing to her desk as I graciously added, "and you can have your seat tonight, by the way."

She, along with the rest of the women, laughed at this, the silent kind that shook her tits as she shook her head, shuffling papers as she prepared to get the meeting underway.

"So..." Ashleigh began with a leftover smile, her gaze still down on her desk until she continued, "Eleonore had some decisions to make, with Dolanna being one of the bigger variables of influence, if you'll excuse that choice of words. In the end, she decided to turn her back on Saint John and, considering those variables, especially Dolanna, I can't say I wouldn't have made the same choice.

"She recruited a group- in Dolanna's own words, 'about fifty people'. She never said as much, but these people were most likely influenced. Maybe paid, maybe not, but we can assume they were influenced because Eleonore wouldn't leave that up to chance, seeing as how they'd all be living quite close during a long overland journey. Being surrounded by so many who'd lost everything, I don't imagine it would have been difficult for anyone with a strongbox full of wealth to find paid help if she chose to do so, in addition to ensuring their oblivious loyalty where any hints of Sera were concerned, and not to mention the added prospect of free transportation to a place where they could make a new start. After acquiring food, weapons and other supplies and necessities, not to mention additional horses and support wagons for feeding and housing her people, they started off for Tornoto.

"Not much is known about the trip itself. Dolanna did tell of how she alleviated boredom with the young women of the group, often more than one at a time and often right in front of others... She also mentioned a few run-ins with bandits, but they were turned away by the convoy's large and well equipped security force, Dolanna being part of that security, as you can well imagine. Apart from that, they didn't have any real trouble and finally arrived in Toronto almost two months after leaving the smoldering remains of Saint John behind them."

Looking around at us, she paused in her story to remind, "Again, the details we do have regarding their journey and many other things are freely available here to any of you who want them, and I only leave them out because they're not particularly important to this story of who we are, where we came from and how it is that we're all here."

Kitten cuddled in closer as I listened along with the rest of the family, attracting Ashleigh's attention. After an odd, self-satisfied glance at me, she went on with the story as my cock, having softened since the group hug scene, again began to expand its width and length, an automatic reaction to Kitten's touch that felt just super.

"Eleonore bought a house right away, a rather smallish one for herself, Dolanna, Odette and Cary. While another house was being constructed for the family on Adelaide Street, one much larger and more impressive, She wasted no time investing the family fortune into what she knew, that being Forestry.

"Toronto was a boomtown and there was plenty of call for timber, not just for building, but also for the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway and the many manufacturing needs in the area. In addition, she also bought property and began hiring tradespeople in order to expand her business interests to construction, real estate and, later on, manufacturing as well. In the years that followed, Eleonore again proved herself as a more than competent businesswoman. The family fortune grew as the greater Toronto area, along with Montreal, benefitted from John A Macdonald's 1876 National Policy, which paved the way for the private manufacturing sector and allowed them to haul in money hand over fist.

"On the home front, meanwhile, things weren't so rosy. Their new home, a large, four story brick building, was as divided as each floor was from the other. The bottom level served as a centralized office space for the many family businesses. The second level housed in-house commercial and residential staff, support areas such as Laundry and a large kitchen and a few guest rooms. Also on that floor was a large parlour for these guests, off duty staff and any business needs that the first floor board room wouldn't be suitable for. The third floor was where Eleonore, young Odette and Cary resided, while the top level housed Dolanna and her infrequent guests.

"As you might imagine, it was Dolanna who created the division. Along with past grudges against her mother, it was her bohemian lifestyle and a continuing lack of interest in the family business that maintained the gulf between them, not to mention her ongoing disinterest in having anything to do with Odette. This wasn't only a disinterest in raising the child, but a complete refusal to so much as recognize her existence when her mother could coax her down to her apartments for whatever reason. And she had to coax. Dolanna spent as much time away from her mother as possible and, according to Odette, began spending more and more time away from the house as time went on. Dolanna, you see, had got her own apartment somewhere in the city. According to Odette, neither she nor Eleonore ever knew where it was until after Dolanna's death.

"From here, we have the benefit of Odette's testimony as well as Dolanna's, as she was growing up in that house and witness to the goings on there, so I'll run through an overview of Odette so you can get an idea of the personality of who it is that relates a lot of this part of our family's history."

Again, without any visual or otherwise perceptual prompt, Lynette rose, picked a sheaf of papers from the desk and handed them out to us. It was a photocopied image, an old black and white photo of a woman who was a dead ringer for Ashleigh in her mid to late twenties, but with blonde hair. The picture was portrait style with about half of her upper body included, enough to show that this woman also shared my aunt's impressive bust line. Like the picture of Rebecca, the woman who I took to be Odette was dressed ultra-conservatively with a crucifix around her neck and resting at the top of her chest. She wore no hat and her overall expression was one of godliness, yet I could see, even despite the antiquity of the black and white photography of the era, that elusive, sparkling darkness in her beautiful and captivating eyes. Perhaps the most eye catching detail was that raised brow, the family expressive trademark.

"Is this her?" Sheila asked with a note of disbelief in her tone. She looked at her eldest sister in comparison, then back at the page as Lynette took her seat and resumed her mindless study of the wall.

"Yup. She's in her early forties in that pic. Not sure exactly how old."

"My god..." Mum amazed. "Are you sure? I mean, I know none of us look our age, but this..."

"I know," Ashleigh replied with a raised brow that made the spitting black and white image before me all the more uncanny. "But yeah, I'm sure."

"Geez, I never get used to this," I toned, more to myself than anybody else in the room as I studied the image.

"The likenesses," Ashleigh correctly assumed. "Yeah, it's... it never gets old, does it? You sort of come to accept it in the instances where you become familiar with it, but then, when a new example pops up, your mind gets sodomized by it all over again."

"She looks so... motherly," Kitten observed. "But she's so young. I mean, young looking."

"Of course, she'd already had Rebecca at that point," Ashleigh imparted, "however, as I may have mentioned, she was well practiced at appearances. I'm not saying she wasn't a good mother to Rebecca but, believe me, there was a whole other woman behind that puritanical smile.




Sera Ch. 29



"Odette, I think, was a lot like Dolanna and might have been representative of the same kinds of problems, but for the fact that Eleonore was prepared this time around and took a very careful and attentive hand in the raising of her granddaughter. As it was, Odette turned out be a lot like her on the outside- quiet, reserved, studious and very responsible where her education and, later on, the family business was concerned. On the other hand, even Coby couldn't have matched her sexual appetite and only Rebecca's perversion was greater. There was nothing she liked better than to have every orifice that would allow a cock inside to be filled with one. If it were possible that her ears could have been fucked, she'd have... well, you get the picture," Ashleigh chuckled.

"Now, unfortunately, a lot of what information comes from Odette is a little short on detail, probably because of her closely supervised upbringing by Eleonore. I imagine, after Dolanna, she would have been doing her best to mold Odette to the family's needs as effectively as she could, and it's even possible that she may have used her influence on her from a very early age in order to train her mind to self-discipline. Dolanna was sure of it and even Rebecca pondered the strong possibility on more than one occasion. Considering how Dolanna turned out, I suppose one can understand this forced personality structuring, I might even say, for Odette's own good, but it did have the unfortunate side effect of imposing Eleonore's way of withholding, or limiting volunteered information on Odette's semi-reserved personality. That's Rebecca's own descriptive term for her mother, by the way. Even so, Odette was still more forthcoming than Eleonore ever was and she is how we know the story of Eleonore and Dolanna, and of the ongoing friction between them.

"Growing up, Odette was never exactly kept in the dark about Sera, but neither was anything explicitly told to her. Being home schooled and never alone when she left the house, she was never really in a position to endanger the family with any knowledge that kids sometimes tend to blurt out and, by the time she was old enough to mix with other kids in the neighborhood without supervision, she knew enough to understand that her family had secrets and her semi-reserved personality naturally knew to keep them safe. From the accounts, I'd say it was Eleonore's and Dolanna's fighting that probably told her most of what she could never impart to those outside the walls of their house.

"Mostly, it was the same complaints from Eleonore, those of Dolanna's public behaviour. She still seduced women, sometimes bringing them back to the house and sometimes in groups of three or more for wild, drunken, lesbian orgy parties right above her mother's head. Again, at this point she did have her own apartment somewhere and she could have easily had her orgy parties there, which she often did, but it's pretty much a given that she would at times bring them to the house on Adelaide Street simply to spite her mother. And she still carried her Colt, although no longer visibly in its holster, but hidden in the folds of the dresses she'd taken to wearing."

"That at least," Mum put in here, "must have made Eleonore happy."

"Her female attire?" Yes and no," Ashleigh replied with a lingering glance at her youngest sister's cleavage. "It's true she was glad to see her dressing more appropriately, but she also knew that it was only because it made it easier for Dolanna to associate with the women she would then seduce. So it was clear that, although Eleonore had wiped the slate clean of Dolanna's past public indiscretions with the move to Toronto, the problem was far from solved with their new home being nothing more than a fresh field for Dolanna to mess in, so to speak. What made things worse for Eleonore was the amount of time Dolanna often spent away from the house. See, she did still love her daughter and alternated between wanting to throttle her when she was home and worrying herself sick about her when she was gone for weeks at a time. In her own quiet way, Eleonore agonized over this to the point where anybody without the benefit of Sera within them would have developed stomach ulcers."

"I bet," Mum weighed in again. "Probably wondering when she'd find out Dolanna'd been arrested for murder, or murdered herself, or whatever."

"Exactly," Ashleigh agreed, "and one of her biggest worries, naturally, would be over how Dolanna would be out there influencing people without care or caution. Her behaviour wasn't just affecting her, nor was it simply an embarrassment to the family. It was counterproductive to all the precautions Eleonore had always taken to ensure insulation of Sera against the outside world. Dolanna was a danger to Sera, therefore to the household and, maybe worse, there was no way of telling how big a danger she was when absent for weeks on end. There was just no way of knowing what she was out there doing, and that alone would have been... unbearable. Even for me. Imagine how someone like Eleonore would've felt about it?

"By the time Odette was in her teens, shouting matches between her mother and grandmother were common when Dolanna was home. This alone is an indicator of how Eleonore felt about the situation, not being the type to resort to such emotionalism. Odette even reports having at times found her grandmother quietly weeping over the trouble with Dolanna.

"While Eleonore's relationship with her daughter couldn't be much worse, her relationship with Odette was very close and warm. Odette grew a dislike for Dolanna from an early age, partly because of the way Dolanna pretended the girl didn't exist, but also because of the way she would routinely upset her grandmother, often on purpose. On the very evening of her eighteenth birthday, she came to her grandmother's room. She wanted to be there for her after yet another shouting match that, according to Odette, the neighbors could probably have heard.

"She was there, as Odette related, in her bed and looking completely distraught and at her wits end. She wasn't crying and she wasn't angry, rather at that frustrated point in between. She got up on the bed, put her arms around her and comforted her like she often had in the past, telling her the things she thought would calm Eleonore and relax her. ... It started with a kiss on the cheek. Then another on the lips. When she found Cary suddenly taking her nightdress off for her, she didn't resist, knowing it was really Eleonore who was doing it. Without much deliberation or trepidation, she opened the front her grandmother's nightdress and stuck her hand inside, curiously fondling her matriarch's tits. The sixty-one year old who, according to Odette and our own pictorial evidence here didn't look anywhere near that age, did the same to her.

"She liked the sexual attention- a lot- and she didn't have to be influenced to feel that way about it, either. Odette was bonded by Eleonore that evening, on the very first orgasm of her life. According to her, that was the night the world of sex opened up for her. Her inquisitive curiosity, her life and the way she saw it and the world around her would never be the same. While at the house, she ran around in next to nothing, flashing her grandmother and staff alike with a sort of horny pride. She would often disrobe the staff to compare, fondle and use their bodies, especially the male staff. She said she grew a fascination with the male genitalia and couldn't get enough of playing with it and watching ejaculation with great interest. She tells of a particular incident where she's on her knees in front of two male servants, topless while stroking them off until her chest and face were covered in their semen. She turns around, and there's Dolanna, standing there staring with a 'strangely curious expression', as she put it. Well, it was kind of an awkward moment, considering how those two got along and how Dolanna's sexual leanings went, but it was also to be a turning point in their relationship.

"Having been told by Eleonore of her mother's preferences for women along with some of her past exploits, Odette went out the next day and bought a pair of skintight breaches and a man's white shirt. She found herself knocking on the door to Dolanna's fourth floor apartments the next evening wearing these clothes and nothing else other than her slippers.

"Now, these two never argued, so they never really had any personal issues between them other than their differing views of Eleonore and their mutual unfamiliarity and distrust of one another, This born of Dolanna's refusal to acknowledge her daughter and Odette's return of that treatment in kind, so when Dolanna opened the door... Well," Ashleigh laughed a little self-consciously," not to brag, but Odette was a very attractive little thing and, in those clothes and the innocent, olive branch smile, as she described herself as wearing, it wasn't too hard for her to get her horny, forty-two year old lesbian mother to let her in. In fact, Odette says Dolanna was 'stunned' at the sight of her dressed like that.

"So, there she was, inside her mother's apartments for the first time in her life. They looked at each other for another moment, Dolanna's eyes travelling up and down Odette's body, before she made verbal note of how Eleonore had obviously bonded her. Odette confirmed, taking her turn at a god look up and down her mother's attractive body before Dolanna stepped forward and tore the front of Odette's shirt open. She grabbed her tits, pinched her nipples and looked deep into her eyes, Odette looking back. The next thing Odette knew, she was shown to Dolanna's bed, half forced there and thrown down on top of it where she allowed her mother to have her way with her."

With another little smile, Ashleigh shifted in her chair, explaining, "Odette describes this encounter in detail, sexual accounts being one of the few things she often did describe in detail, but we'll skip over that in the interest of all of us staying out of each other's clothes until we can finish up our meeting for tonight."

Mum, Sheila and Kitten protested, but Ashleigh refused, obviously enjoying the tease, before reminding them that the details were all there for anyone of us to read for ourselves before going on.

"You may be wondering about Odette's intentions, if not about who seduced who, but since it was Odette who dressed in the provocative manner she knew would get her mother's attention before going to her door, it's her intentions that must be considered, especially considering future events. Not to get ahead of myself, however...

"After um... getting to know one another, they started hanging out and talking. Again, this, in large part, is how we know the history of Dolanna and Eleonore because, at this point, Dolanna begins to talk and relate these histories to Odette. Now Odette was learning her mother's side of things, about how her pregnancy with Odette had come about and all the rest of what Eleonore had never imparted, partly due to the fact that she wasn't a big talker and partly due to the fact that it wouldn't have been comfortable for her to admit to the thing she'd done to Dolanna with Finn Gallagher. This is also when she told Odette of the young nun that had been taken away from her by Eleonore and, that she would bring that up after all that time had passed says a lot about how she must have felt about this nun, no matter how foolish it seemed to Eleonore, or to us for that matter.

"They became friends. Never mother and daughter in a practical sense, and never extremely close friends, but they did talk a lot, share each other's bodies and, although Odette claims that Dolanna never did reveal the location of her own apartment, they did go out and... carouse together on occasion. Odette, as I've said, does go into detail about her own sexual exploits- incredible and excitingly lurid detail I would even say- and this is how we know of her inclusion in some of Dolanna's lesbian orgy parties. One could assume that these orgies were carried out in some place other than Dolanna's mystery apartment while, at the same time, wondering at why Odette never mentioned where any of these otherwise well described parties actually took place. This is something Rebecca zeroes in on for reasons you'll shortly understand.

"You might imagine that Eleonore would, to say the very least, be quite concerned upon learning of these two hanging out together, especially if she knew of Odette's inclusion in Dolanna's dangerously unwise public lifestyle. I know I'd be more than concerned, but if Eleonore did know and was upset about it, Odette never mentioned it. Even when Rebecca asked, she only shrugged with what Rebecca called a 'dismissive grin' and went on with something else. Her answer, if you wanna call it that, makes it seem as though she couldn't have cared less what Eleonore thought, but we know from Odette herself that those two were very close, right up until the day that Eleonore died- much closer than Odette and Dolanna would ever be- and both Rebecca and I find it hard to believe that she'd be so blasé regarding Eleonore's feelings on the matter.

"However her grandmother felt, Odette continued to run with her mother and learned quite a bit from her about the seamy underbelly of Toronto and how to operate in public, meaning of course, how to discretely influence others in public settings. This is how she learned of what a danger Dolanna really was to the family. She told of many an incident where she would drunkenly threaten people by hinting around that she had some power, or ability to make them do what she wanted, and Odette often had to 'clean up after her', as she put it. Worse was when Dolanna actually would influence people right in front of others and have them do things that they obviously would never do on their own. She'd claim she'd hypnotized them and Odette would have her work cut out for her in cleaning those messes up, ironically using the public techniques Dolanna had taught her.

"Odette does say that she refused to participate in some of her mother's exploits, the ones that she knew better than to get involved in. She was well aware that she was expected to head the family once Eleonore passed, and responsible enough to know she'd need her reputation intact for this. One has to wonder," Ashleigh commented with a wry grin and raised eyebrow, "why she'd involve herself in her mother's lifestyle at all. For the reason of getting along, or gaining a fair understanding of her mother? Maybe with the ultimate end goal of possibly reconciling her parents on some level? Maybe out of a horny curiosity of that lifestyle and the fun of living it? Or maybe for some other reason...?

"In any case, her involvement started to peter off within a couple of years until one day, shortly after Odette learned she was pregnant, the police showed up at the house and informed them that Dolanna had been found murdered in her apartment."

I felt kitten shift against me as Mum almost imperceptibly nodded at this development.

"They said she'd been strangled from behind with a length of rope. The length of rope itself wasn't found at the scene, but the marks on Dolanna's throat were consistent... Though they could tell there'd been a struggle, there was no forced entry and none of the neighbors heard anything that would have been out of the ordinary, considering Dolanna's parties. Nobody heard anything, nobody saw anything and the only reason they found her body was because of the arrival of one of Dolanna's girlfriends who'd had a key. Because of the lack of forced entry, she was a prime suspect for a little while, but no charges were ever laid and it was a mystery that was never solved."

"Did Odette ever admit to it?" Mum asked.

"We don't know it was Odette," Ashleigh replied with an expression that plainly spoke of some very strong suspicions on her part that it certainly was.

"Oh, come on, Ash. The only other reasonable explanation is that Eleonore found out where her apartment was and had someone take care of it before Dolanna ruined all of her efforts with Odette."

"Yeah," Ashleigh confirmed with a nod and a knowing grin, "I've thought of that. I've even thought that it could have been both Eleonore and Odette, and that it was planned right from when Odette first visited her mother's apartments dressed in those tight breeches, if not shortly after. It would explain Eleonore's seeming lack of concern over Odette's inclusion in her mother's exploits, but we don't know for sure that she wasn't concerned. Odette never told Rebecca either way how her grandmother felt about that, and no, she never admitted to any involvement in Dolanna's murder on either hers or Eleonore's part, so we really don't know."

Mum snorted in reply, "I think we can safely assume their involvement, if not both, than at least one or the other. They had strong motive, Odette had opportunity and both she and her grandmother had the means to get the job done. They could have sent anybody, a total stranger with precise instructions who would probably have completely forgotten all about meeting either one of them, or anybody or anything connected with them before he even did the deed, which he also probably forgot about after it was done with."

"It was Odette," I ascertained.

Everyone looked inquisitively at me, my brunette aunt with that raised brow of expectation that silently asked for elaboration.

"Let's face it," I shrugged, "when you choke somebody to death with a rope, you do it from behind. Where your victim can't see you," I explained while meaningfully pointing at my eyes with my middle and index fingers. "A necessarily wise precaution that only Eleonore and Odette would know to take and, since there was no forced entry, Dolanna probably knew her killer and let her in. Most likely Odette, since she'd gained her mother's trust, and I'm sure she lied about her mother never having told her the location of her apartment for the very reason you've already mentioned, that being the fact that she likely would have mentioned that detail along with the details of the orgies held there. Unless she had reason not to."

Sheila countered with, "But what if Dolanna attended those orgies at somebody else's residence?"

"She may have attended some of them elsewhere," I answered, "but not the ones Odette went to. If she was concerned about her future reputation, she would have only attended the orgies where she would have had at least some control over who all was there and what information they could leave with. Dolanna's apartment would have been that place. Also, hosting these orgies would be one reason Dolanna would have her own apartment to begin with."

"And besides," Kitten added, "if she was that concerned about her future reputation, why was she running with her mother at all unless she had some ulterior motive?"

"For fun," Ashleigh supplied. "Don't forget Odette's perverted sex drive and how attractive her mother's lifestyle would have been to her."

"Sure," Mum agreed, "but she could have had that lifestyle without Dolanna, in a way that would have been under her control and a lot safer. I think you even mentioned back when you were telling us about Rebecca that she and her mother hosted sex parties of their own."

"Right," I said, elaborating with, "I think Odette's involvement in Dolanna's life may have started out innocently enough, mostly out of a horny curiosity about sex with her mother and the things her mother had to say but, once she started hanging out with her, it probably became clear just what a danger to Sera and the family reputation that Dolanna really represented. And since Dolanna wouldn't have listened to her daughter about that stuff anymore than she did her mother, Odette gained her confidence well enough to wait till the proper time- likely when she knew she wasn't carrying her Colt- and killed her, making sure there was no trace of her at her mother's apartment all along. Problem solved once and for all."




Sera Ch. 29



Kitten then asked, "How did Eleonore take the news of her daughter's murder?"

Ashleigh paused, looking at Kitten while appearing to recall, but replied, "Odette never said how she took it at the specific time she heard the news, but she did mention on occasion that her grandmother was never quite the same again. For all the trouble Dolanna caused, Eleonore did love her. I'm not sure the feeling was mutual. Odette never really conveyed her own feelings on the matter of Dolanna's murder. When Rebecca asked, the reply she got was, 'Oh, it was just awful!'"

"She did it," I reaffirmed.

"I'd bet the house on it," Ashleigh agreed, amending this statement with, "but we don't know. Like I said, neither Eleonore nor Odette ever admitted to any involvement whatsoever before they died and, as likely as it is that one or both of them are responsible, Dolanna's lifestyle wasn't the cleanest. Odette mentions a lot of booze and heroin at these parties, and some pretty unsavoury characters that her mother was associated with. At the end of the day, anything's possible."

With this observation, our own matriarch stretched, arms in the air above her with her incredible breasts and their hard nipples thrusting out against her dress, its deep V neck widening enticingly as she yawned. Seeing my attention on them, she shot me a tricky smile and a wink as she repositioned herself in the big leather desk chair before resuming the story of our family history.

"So, life went on, but now without Dolanna and the worries she created. A more somber Eleonore continued to mentor the then pregnant Odette, the father of her child totally unknown. This bothered neither she nor Eleonore, the only important thing being that another generation was now ensured. Odette's closest guess was that it was one of the men who'd fucked her during her exploits with her mother but, whoever he was, he had served his purpose and was now unimportant in any case.

"After Rebecca came along in 1893, Odette and her newborn moved upstairs to occupy Dolanna's former apartments. She really liked it up there and had little or no feelings about that space having previously belonged to her mother. She would sit up there in one of the windows, looking down at the busy comings and goings of the ever growing town as she nursed Rebecca, sang and read to her. These, according to her, were some of the happiest days of her life and she wished they could have lasted longer.

"However, larger responsibilities loomed. Eleonore was getting on in years and hadn't been herself since Dolanna's death. In addition, Cary had died suddenly of heart failure shortly after Rebecca was born. As I've mentioned, Cary was a lot more than just a simple attendant, and Eleonore missed her terribly. So, once Rebecca was old enough to be attended to by Cary's young replacement, it was time for Odette to get down to the business of running the family.

"She moved into an office on the first floor, right across from Eleonore's, with pride and purpose. Already very familiar with the De la Garde wealth structure, her grandmother would gradually take on more and more of an advisory role and, by the turn of the century, was semi-retired.

"Eleonore was always working to some degree- I suppose she got that from her father and her old Miramichi upbringing- and found a way to mix business with long deserved pleasure by expanding their business reach abroad. She'd recruited a young married couple in their late twenties as her personal secretaries/attendants/companions/sexual playthings- you get the idea- and embarked on infrequent travel with them while her steady and responsible protégé, Odette, held down the fort at home.

"And Odette was more than competent. There may have been a certain inequality in the way women were treated back then, but any man who'd had any previous dealings with Eleonore knew to treat Odette with the same respect her grandmother taught them. Some of those who didn't soon had opportunity to watch the sign over their business being taken down to be replaced by one with the De la Garde name on it, and I kid you not. Odette was every bit as effective a CEO as Eleonore was, but utterly ruthless with those who stood in her way.

"At the same time, she launched several charitable foundations within the city in order to put a positive image to the family name and business. Among these humanitarian projects, her favourite was a little downtown chapel called Saint Augustine. This was a non-denominational, Christian place of worship with, from what I can gather, a small regular congregation and occasional visitors from other churches. Without a parent church, it struggled financially, dependent on the small amount handed out by the municipality every month and the collection plate, however its location was in the downtown core. Its financial situation made it ideal for Odette's politics of public philanthropy and its central location could allow it to serve as a center for those in need. It was being run by a Father Robert Bungay, an ex-army chaplain, and his wife, Paulette. Both of them, in Odette's own words, 'self-righteous, teetotaling twats'.

"Anyway, she began attending service every Sunday morning with little Rebecca, leaving very generous cheques in the collection plate and playing up appearances in the way she was so good at. Of course, she left cheques because they had her name on them and she wanted people to know exactly who it was that was now supporting Saint Augustine, especially Father Bungay. By the time she bought and donated the property behind the chapel, the Bungays were making regular visits to the house on Adelaide Street, on their knees in her office and, as Odette put it, 'drinking from my chalice'."

"Oh my god," Sheila laughed, the rest of us sharing her reaction.

Kitten asked, "Aunty, you mean they were licking her pussy? (Giggle!)"

"Yep. She had a secretary- a male one- whose desk was in the space between hers and Eleonore's offices, and she would sometimes have them pleasure him if she was too busy for them."

"Both of them?" Kitten again giggled.

"Uh huh, and sometimes she'd have her secretary use Paulette in front of Father Bungay. She liked humiliating those two."

Fresh expressions of humour and delight filled the room as Ashleigh laughed with us, waiting for us to stop before she continued.

"Well, like I said, Odette was perverse and kinky as hell. In fact, it wasn't long before the large parlour on the second level started getting used for her own little parties where Father Bungay would auction off his wife for an evening, the proceeds going to Saint Augustine. Sometimes Odette herself would step up on the auction block for the highest bidder. She loved it."

"My god, so would I," Mum expressed with a smile that left no doubt as to how sincere she was about that.

"Me too," Sheila said.

"Me three!" Kitten got in.

"I could arrange that," Ashleigh replied with horny grin, leering again at Mum's tits before turning to leer at me. "And what about you, my dear nephew? Would you like to be auctioned off for charity?"

"... Maybe," I admitted around a big, stupid smile.

Looking solely at me, actually licking her lips, she replied to us all, "Well, I guess I'll definitely have to look into that sometime, huh? ... But... on with our story..."

With a heavy sigh, she tore her wicked smile from me to continue as I wondered what all I'd just gotten myself into. I was horny as hell and I could feel that all the women in the room were as well.

"Like I'm supposed to concentrate now?" Ashleigh muttered with a little chuckle. "Yeah... So, uhhh, things went on pretty well. Odette and Eleonore were making boatloads of money, the De la Garde name was becoming respectable beyond reproach, and Sera was safely insulated against public awareness. Along about this time, I should also note, Odette started to turn her interest to politics."

"Shifting position once again, and with a last, smirking glance at me, Ashleigh cleared her throat before elaborating with, "I don't mean to say that she had aspirations of office. That would have been impossible then, even and especially for her, but even if it weren't and even if the family business wouldn't have been a conflict of interest, she knew better anyway. See, if you don't already know this, politicians are no more than puppets whose strings are pulled by big business. This is just the way it is, and it's been this way for a good long time, but the dominance of business in politics was becoming much heavier about this time, both here and in the states, due to the rise of big business. Entering into politics was becoming less about actually leading than it was about ingratiating oneself with those of us who have the money to actually get a potential puppet into the House of Commons. Most every politician who does get there is owned by the people who put them there, and their political career is really no more than a necessary stepping stone to later success in the business world. They work for us- not the public- and, assuming they've done their duty to us, they're rewarded like the good little dogs they are when they've had enough of kissing babies, little old ladies and whoring themselves out while they maintain the public illusion that democracy isn't a joke.

"Odette was the first of our family to buy politicians, arguably the most important investment she could have made. Of course, she wasn't just buying them with actual money and assurances of heavy campaign contributions. She owned them on every level, from the dirt she had on them after attending her little parlour parties, to the obvious fact that she'd had them so heavily influenced that they'd sell their own mothers on the street for a penny if she told them to."

"Uh, I have to ask..." I laughed, but didn't get the chance to finish as she correctly guessed what my question would be and answered before I could pose it.

"Eight across all three parties in the House. We'll watch Question Period sometime and I'll point them out to you, but there's more in different provincial levels of government, and some in certain municipalities; twenty-nine in total. So anyway, as you can imagine, these acquisitions really helped to solidify the De la Garde family wealth and influence."

I tried to keep my jaw from landing in my lap as she went on as though owning twenty-nine politicians was no different from owning two cats. After securing my lower teeth to my uppers, I stared at Ashleigh, trying to comprehend the power that was sitting behind that desk, wondering if I'd ever have the nerve to sit there again. Looking around, I could see that everyone else in the room with the exception of vacant Lynette was having the same reaction. I had to stop myself from giggling stupidly as I recalled digging out that muddy, rat infested basement for minimum wage a month ago, but the woman who had influence on federal policy, the very same one who I'd insulted and thrown into her own swimming pool, had more to tell of our family history.

"By the time Rebecca turned eighteen in nineteen-eleven, Odette was thirty-nine and had just finished helping James Whitney to his third consecutive majority government in Ontario. Rebecca already had a strong grounding in business, having spent a lot of time helping out in her mother's office while growing up, even substituting for her secretary during his vacations. She knew what her future role would be, what all was expected of her, and she was no more a disappointment to her mother in this than Odette was to Eleonore, who was then eighty-two and no longer travelling.

"As Eleonore had done for her in her mother's stead, it was now Odette's time to bond with her daughter. Rebecca tells us that she was more or less kept in the dark about Sera while growing up and never actually told anything outright, but she did know that there was something out of the ordinary at home and was strictly taught never to speak of her home life to others. As was the case with Odette, she was home schooled out of necessity of supporting those instructions, but she did get out enough to experience life outside the De la Garde world, and was therefore able to discern a difference in outside social behaviour. Needless to say, that difference was in the subtle mannerisms of the influenced house staff, but also some of those who would visit on regular business, such as Father Bungay and his wife. Of course, Rebecca was always sent out when that type of visit occurred, but her education, both in the reality of Sera and her sex life, began with the Bungays on her eighteenth birthday.

"In the second floor parlour, Odette had the Chaplain and his wife strip naked for Rebecca in order to show her a live example of a mature male and female anatomy while their twenty year old son, Arthur, and twenty-two year old daughter, Mary, looked on. She then had them perform every sexual act under the sun for the benefit of Rebecca's sexual education, the younger Bungays getting one of their own, only influenced just enough to stand there and watch and not speaking unless spoken to. Odette, always one for long term planning, actually made sure their son and daughter stayed clean for the benefit of Rebecca's introduction to Sera, so she could see the full reality and effectiveness of Sera's influence. This was the first inkling Arthur and Mary had ever had that their parents were anything other than the self-righteous, teetotaling twats they were before Odette got hold of them.

"Understandably, Rebecca was quite taken aback by this scene but, at least somewhat used to her mother's financial and social power, she watched as she was told. She says the whole thing turned her on quite a bit and she didn't resist when her mother began to remove Rebecca's clothes and then her own. She then instructed both the senior Bungays to lie face up on the floor. She and Rebecca then sat on their faces and, while their kids watched, Paulette licked Rebecca to orgasm at the same time that Odette came on Father Bungay's face. This is how they bonded and, in addition to the flying experience, Rebecca recalled feeling completely different immediately thereafter.

"After patiently explaining to her half disbelieving daughter about Sera and why she felt the way she did, she proved it with Robert's kids, who were by now silently aghast at what they'd watched their parents doing. She asked them of their sexual experience and they both admitted that they'd had none, that they were saving themselves for marriage the way they'd been brought up to, as was the moral Christian way. Then she told Arthur to suck his Mother's tits. Not surprisingly, he was shocked, disgusted and vehemently refused, this being exactly what Odette wanted in order to prove to Rebecca that the youth was in no way given to any so-called immoral sexual activities, let alone sex with a parent. Explaining to Rebecca what she was doing the entire time, she looked deep into his eyes and influenced him a little further before telling him to suck his father's cock."

"Ho-ly fuuuck," I toned with a grim, but helplessly humoured smile as I shook my head.

"Her smile much wider, Ashleigh shrugged and explained, "It was the best way to prove it to Rebecca and, when he promptly got to his knees and started sucking like he was told, she got religion. ... Okay, I might have picked a better expression, but you get my meaning. (Heh) So, then it was Rebecca's turn. She says she just watched him sucking at first, completely stunned that it was happening, that she was actually watching something like that, then stunned all over again for why and how it was happening and that she in fact had the same power to make people do... whatever. Finally, she had him stop and told him to suck his mother's tits like Odette first told him. He did this and, after she got turned on more for watching this, she told his horrified sister to take his place sucking her father's cock. Expectedly, she refused and so then it was up to Rebecca to use her influence for the first time in order to make her. With coaching from Odette, Rebecca influenced Mary and the girl was soon taking her father's hard cock in her mouth. She told Mary to enjoy it, and she did. She told Arthur to eat his mother's pussy and enjoy it, and he did as well. The six of them had quite an evening and Rebecca, as of that night, was fully indoctrinated into the family.

"As much as Rebecca took after her mother in respects to business and her responsibility to Sera and the household, she was every bit as much captivated by sex, especially with her mother and especially in front of others, although her preferences were as wide and perverse as her appetite was large and insatiable. Another of her passions was history, as her later compilation of much of what I've been telling you would prove, however, she never got a chance to ask Eleonore much of her life before she died in nineteen-fourteen at age eighty-five.

"Rebecca loved her great grandmother and was distraught, but nowhere near as bowled over as Odette. One can sometimes get the impression that she was a cold and heartless woman, but it wasn't so. Rebecca says she cried herself to sleep for weeks after they'd found Eleonore one morning, having passed peacefully in her sleep sometime during the night. She says that part of the reason it was so hard for Odette was because there was no sign of anything wrong. Eleonore was no spring chicken, but she got around reasonably well, looked more like she was in her late sixties, and her mind was still as sharp as a thumbtack left on the teacher's chair. I mean, we should expect our elders to die at some point soon when they reach seventy-five, but with the power of Sera disallowing any and all health concerns, I suppose they were, in a sense, fooled into thinking she'd live forever. Maybe they just never really faced it because they didn't want to, or maybe they associated Eleonore with the vast wealth and power of the De la Garde name, the name she chose for her family so long ago and the initial power she built behind it.

"She was interred in a mausoleum at Mount Pleasant Cemetery and her funeral was attended by Prime Minister Borden along with other notable politicians, and the rich and powerful from six different countries. I've actually been there and it's one of the biggest mausoleums in the cemetery. Quite an ending for a woman who started out the way she did..."

"But life moves on, as it must, and so did Odette and Rebecca. Odette moved across the floor to her grandmother's old office, and Rebecca moved into her old space with their shared secretary between them. It wasn't long after that, however, that Rebecca became pregnant with the next generation of the family. Now, by this time, Odette had done a very good job erecting a public persona of Christian righteousness around the De la Garde name. Neither she nor Rebecca wanted that spoiled by the hidden fact of how they were just as talented at erecting cocks for their insatiable sexual appetites. Since, at the time, single motherhood wasn't looked very well upon by the public, it was decided that she would take a sabbatical. A very inconvenient decision in regards to a now very large and complicated business empire, not to mention Rebecca's still ongoing and necessary learning of it, but Sera had and will always come first. 



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Kitten

The only thing that distracted me from the incredible story my Auntie Ashleigh was telling us was the fact that I was cuddled up all nice and snug to Stevie, and the level and intensity of the horny this was creating within me. I knew that this would be the night.

Orbiting this planetary reality were two smaller realities that begged for attention, the first one being Stevie himself and a vague disappointment with myself where he was concerned. It wasn't very long ago that I wanted to tear his head off over what he'd done regarding Gina, and it seemed to me that I should still be mad as hell at him, but I just couldn't be. I loved him. I could never stay that mad at him over anything. Nothing could come before him or between us and, as much as I hated to admit it, felt guilty as hell about it, that included Gina. Even Daddy. And, as Ashleigh's story unfolded further and further, I began to understand why that was, which leads to the second reality that begged for my attention.

I felt the way I did about my Stevie, even above Gina and Daddy, because he was of Sera and so was I. It was right. It was proper. It was necessary. The more I learned of our family history, the more I came to understand and accept that I was a part of it, but not simply a member of a household as I was back in Langley. I had a responsibility to this household, to this family and, most importantly, to Sera.  I was important, a link in a great and powerful chain that went all the way back to Seraphine. I knew that I had a purpose in life, and that purpose wasn't to look after Daddy's and Aunty Peggy's houses.

I looked at him as he listened attentively, letting my eyes go from his cute face all the way down his yummy body, lingering with a slow smile where the big, hard lump of cock meat in the front of his pants was before continuing down the rest of his body. I wanted to stick my hands in his pants and grab it so bad. I wanted to do a lot of things.

Mummy and Auntie Kathleen still sat in the two armchairs opposite us, holding hands and listening as attentively as Stevie was. Their nipples were poking sharply at their thin tops, but even were it not for that, I still would have been able to tell how horny they were.

As riveting as the story was, I couldn't wait for the meeting to be over.

"This necessary sabbatical of Rebecca's," Ashleigh continued, "was how she first came to know Montreal. She wrote that she fell in love with the city from the moment she stepped off the family's private railcar at Windsor Station with her nurse, an older woman named Megan Richard, and two male attendants.

"Pre-arranged transportation was waiting and, after her luggage was loaded, she boarded the carriage and was on her way to accommodations on Rue Saint-Paul. Once there, she changed and went back out with Megan while her attendants saw to any final procedures and arrangements to finishing up her move. They took a brief foot tour, experienced French cuisine and finally returned to her luxury flat where she promptly began to feel homesick. Though she'd already fallen in love with the city, she was alone, without her mother and the comfort and security of familiar surroundings for the first time in her life. After two days, she began to think of her late grandmother, Eleonore, and how much she missed her. After five days she was outright depressed and her nurse began to worry. She convinced her young and beautiful employer to take another stroll with her on the evening of the sixth day she'd been there, and Rebecca's lethargic decision to humour the woman would be, unbeknownst to her at the time, a turning point in her sex life.

"As any Canadian knows, relations between French Quebec and English Canada have never been close, and the situation was no different back in nineteen-fifteen. So it happened that on this evening while Rebecca- who had long begun to show- was experiencing her second sampling of the city's cuisine with Megan, a French couple in their late twenties was sitting nearby at another table. They were looking over, smirking and speaking loud enough to be heard by half the restaurant but, since Rebecca couldn't understand French, she didn't know what they were saying. Megan, however, understood French perfectly well and, if the couple's body language and facial expressions weren't enough to tell Rebecca that none of it was good, Megan's translation was.

"She sat listening to it while she ate, Megan's low and shamed voice telling her how, among other things, they were referring to Rebecca as an Irish prostitute, fresh off the boat with another Anglophone trash bastard in her belly to litter the streets of Montreal with. They said a lot more, but I'm sure you get the point. Other diners were listening, some of them finding it amusing while others mostly ignored it. Rebecca only sat and continued to listen quietly to Megan's translation of the disrespectful tirade, her depression quickly evaporating while her mind creatively invented some new things to keep her entertained during her stay in Montreal. When she was done with her meal, she called for the cheque and paid not only for hers and Megan's meal, but that of the offensive, sneering French couple as well. She got up to leave, but first approached their table, looking the man straight in the eye. Emboldened and ignorant, he had no reason that he knew of not to meet her cold stare. A moment later, he sat blank faced as she did the same thing to his wife before they both received some simple, terse instructions.

"They followed Rebecca and Megan out of the restaurant and back to her flat on Rue Saint-Paul, silent and always ten steps behind as would be the new norm for them. Megan, however, didn't join them right away as she had some instructions of her own that she was off to see to.

"Meanwhile, Rebecca was reprogramming her new acquisitions. At the restaurant, she'd influenced them enough to obey her and stay quiet but, there at the flat, she modified this a little so that they could never speak to anyone outside the flat unless it concerned and was required of Rebecca's business. This was pretty much the extent of it though, because in this way they wouldn't be simple, mindless zombies and could be as useful as possible to her without being a security hazard. Of course, this meant that they were left with complete awareness and their own natural personalities, including their pride and self-respect, fully intact, as it was desirable to Rebecca to slowly destroy these things rather than just erase it from them. She never knew their names, never even asked because she didn't care. From then on, they would be known only as 'boy' and 'girl'. Failing that, they would be referred to as slaves because that's exactly how she'd use them. And abuse them. She made this abundantly clear to them along with the fact that they would refer to her only as 'Mistress De la Garde'. These two would now be taking over from her personal attendants the more unpleasant day to day duties of the flat for the duration of her stay in Montreal. These attendants would be their immediate superiors, Megan above them and Rebecca above her. Lastly, she told them there would be dire consequences if she or her staff ever heard a single word of French from their mouths. They were to use English and only English until or unless otherwise notified.

"They agreed to all this because, of course, Rebecca's influence compelled them to, but her limited use of that influence allowed them to be wide eyed and completely mortified at what they were being told. However, if the thought of these things were objectionable, Megan's arrival brought home just what kind of degradation and abuse they were in for. She was accompanied by no less than sixteen men, every one of them Irish and every one of them grinning in anticipation after having been promised a good time by Megan. Imagine their surprise when they learned their partner would be the refined young French woman.

They fell on her, fondling her tits and ass, grabbing her pussy and practically fighting over her as her clothes were torn from her body in the ensuing tug of war. She was thoroughly fucked in all three holes and, those that didn't mind, used her husband's two while they waited their turn at his wife. Having been employed by the De la Gardes for a few years previously, Megan didn't mind when she was told to join in while Rebecca amused herself with the hard cocks of her two attendants.

"After this, the first orgy in her flat, young Rebecca's mood had lifted. Though she was still homesick, she'd found enough to keep her busy between reading in order to continue her education as she could, and the sexual delights that her 'boy' and 'girl' provided her. Furthermore, she began to develop as an individual in terms of being 'Mistress De la Garde'.

"She writes that she enjoyed using the Bungays while in Toronto and, considering that introduction to sex, one shouldn't be surprised at a certain natural expectation of control over her sexual partners on her part. Her two slaves really allowed her to explore this and it helped to define her as a person, gave direction for a young lady as she would grow to a mature woman. It was, if you ask me, instrumental in creating the force of nature she would later become.

"This time away from Toronto would not only define her as a person and as a woman, but it also gave her a sense of independence while broadening her personal horizons. Although she never stopped missing her mother and her home, these days In Montreal were the best and happiest of her life. She stayed for just over a year, lingering after having given birth to our grandmother, Samantha, in late nineteen-sixteen while rationalizing her reluctance to leave any way she could. She finally did leave in the spring of nineteen-seventeen.

"By this time, she'd completely broken her two slaves. In fact, tight in the grip of what is now known as Stockholm Syndrome, they adored their Mistress. She had also grown attached to them and had forgiven the offence in the restaurant which had led them to her service. Having overheard enough to know she was leaving shortly, they were quite upset at the very real prospect of soon losing her. So they came to their Mistress, bare naked as usual, and prostrated themselves before her, begged to be taken to Toronto with her. When she told them she had no intention of leaving any of her property behind, including them, they were so happy and grateful that they climbed up her skirts and started licking her pussy without even being told. She writes that, while this type of independent behaviour would normally have earned them harsh punishment, she was moved to the extent that she sat down to open her legs and make it easy for them to get her off. Afterward, she even personally took them out and bought them both a complete wardrobe at the finest clothiers in Montreal.

"I should state here," Auntie clarified with a smile," that this attitude of theirs towards her, Stockholm Syndrome or no, was all very much sincere and unsolicited by Sera. Their influential programming, according to Rebecca, was never changed from that first evening of their acquisition. Thereafter, they became her top personal aides, no longer relegated to cleaning toilets and other undesirable work, and enjoyed a very privileged lifestyle alongside the bondage, pain and humiliation that they'd come to love being the recipient of as much as Rebecca loved being its provider. She even named them- John and Jane- but neither one ever did utter another word in French for as long as they lived.

"By this time, the tragic calamity that was the First World War had been well under way. However, the family prospered by this, selling its manufactured goods to both the Canadian and British armies and other European nations as well. And the need for food in Europe was paramount, even for a little while after the war was over, and Eleonore's past decision to invest heavily in the agricultural sector certainly paid off.

"Another fortunate convenience that the war provided was a very believable cover story for the existence of Samantha. Her fictional father was born in Montreal where Rebecca had fictionally met and married him before he went off to war and got fictionally killed in action at Vimy Ridge. God knows that war made widows and fatherless children by the thousands, so it wasn't a story anybody would ever doubt for a second, and only added to the already strong righteous appearances Odette had built up around House De la Garde.

"So life went more or less back to normal for a while. Rebecca took her place in her office to begin the completion of her familiarity with the ever more convoluted family business, and once again took part in the frequent sex parties that she and her mother hosted in the second floor parlour.

"As her mother and grandmother was, Samantha was homeschooled and, regarding Sera, was uninformed to the same degree while being similarly warned to never speak of what happened within the home while she was without. But it turned out that Rebecca's daughter wasn't the problem where the need to maintain secrecy was concerned."

Shifting in her seat once again, Auntie leaned back, propping her elbow on its arm as a reflective expression came to her features. She regarded the desk for a few moments as though composing her thoughts before looking up, a brief glance at each of us in turn, before she continued with what I could swear was shame.

"As you might imagine, information on a person that comes from that same person isn't necessarily accurate or complete due to a natural level of impartiality. So, while some of what comes next is provided by Rebecca, a lot of it was provided by Grammy. ... Rebecca started to... lose it... for want of a better description. It started when she was young, I think, but to such a small and slow degree that it wasn't recognizable as a progressive thing until she was older, when the pace of her emotional degradation made it impossible to excuse or rationalize it away, much less ignore.

"One might say that by the mid nineteen-twenties her 'Mistress' persona had bled through the confines of her sexual identity and had begun to assert itself in her everyday life. She'd become more stoic and her expectations of those around her, especially the staff, became greater while her patience with them shrank. Only her mother was immune to this. Her slaves, John and Jane, were perspectively exempt, being that they were used to and enjoyed much worse from her. To see a smile on her face became almost a rarity, replaced by an expression of tension, as though she were under some personal stress. Odette was only too glad to have her back to pay very much attention. Later on, she would tell Grammie that she certainly noticed a change in her daughter in later years, but attributed it to her dominant sexual practices becoming a crutch in dealing with what was becoming an unmanageably large business empire. Odette admitted to being stressed over their work herself, and therefore didn't pay as much mind as she might have.

"But eventually, a decision was made to alleviate their workload. While this decision was made between Odette and Rebecca, the details were contested and, in the end, Odette had to pull rank, and it's a good thing she did. See, unlike Rebecca, she'd been around for the turn of the century and had been taught her business ideals by Eleonore while she also witnessed the birth of the then modern business model and how it had come about, as well as what was lost in its creation. I won't get into the details because I'm no financier myself, and there's only one person in the room who wouldn't hear anything other than gibberish if I were to try," she said, looking at my Stevie.

"So, if I may keep it simple, Odette didn't like the centralized banking system. Furthermore, the idea that the family's wealth was represented by a paper currency that this system more or less controlled made her very uncomfortable, as is understandable given that Odette was raised by the woman who kept her family's wealth beneath her root cellar in a strong-box, right? This unease with paper currency had always been at the back of her mind, so the decision was finally made to convert most of their currency, which was really only a number at the bank anyway, to gold. At the same time, a home renovation was commissioned which created a small sub-basement, most of which was used as a secure vault for their wealth. Everyone who had anything to do with the building of that vault, from workers to the people who employed them and those who subcontracted them, were influenced to never speak of it as it was being constructed and to forget it existed once it was finished. Once all of their gold was transported there, it was watched over by a heavily armed and influenced private security team and Odette's concerns over the centralized banking system were effectively put to rest.

"Meanwhile, the root of disagreement between mother and daughter, that being how to downsize their empire for manageability, was beginning to drive a wedge between the two. Rebecca's newfound and increasing tyranny wouldn't work on Odette, who saw her daughter thinking more from a control point of view rather than her own perspective of common sense. In the end, after a shouting match that Grammie remembered well, Odette put her foot down when Rebecca started moving around the topic of dividing the family's wealth. This pulling of rank didn't sit well with Rebecca and, although they did reconcile, their relationship was never quite the same.

"The result of their- I should say Odette's- business decision saw a mass sell-off of their manufacturing companies and most of their natural resource interests. Not trusting the "flighty" markets any more than the centralized banking system, Odette only invested a small sum of their wealth there, enough to supplement the expansion of the only real business they had left, which was real estate, cartage, agriculture and beef, pork and poultry production.

"So, while income was drastically cut, their gold reserves were fattened much, much further by this mass sell-off and, since their actual living expenses were relatively small, the business they did retain could more than adequately support them without requiring practically every waking, stressed out hour of their day in order to maintain. Even Rebecca had to admit that it made things a lot easier, but she disliked the almost total sacrifice of their heavy control and influence over others and, to a great extent, the political and social world around them. To her, this power was infinitely more important than the fact that they now had literally more wealth than they could ever know what to do with.

"As I mentioned earlier, this downsizing would turn out to be a critically fortunate move because about three years later, on October twenty-ninth, nineteen-twenty-nine, came an event known in the annals of history as 'Black Tuesday'. Auntie glanced again at Stevie with a smile, who was nodding slowly with a grim smile of his own before she elaborated with, "On that day, the New York Stock Exchange lost all gains of the previous year within hours. By November thirteenth, over one hundred billion Dollars had disappeared from the American economy which, in today's terms, comes to about one point three Trillion. What followed was a world-wide economic depression that beat Canada's head in for the next decade. This was the reason our father had quit school in grade three to start his work life. By nineteen-thirty-three, the unemployment rate was thirty percent. At the same time, the wages of those who were fortunate enough to have jobs were cut as prices and profits dropped in every sector.

"The family did suffer some losses, but their fortune wasn't tied up in the markets and they'd already sold off ninety percent of their business interests. But, as so many people had lost their jobs, they naturally couldn't afford to pay their rent and with the disappearance of so many business, both big and small, many De la Garde properties were no longer bringing in profits. Their cartage firms had taken a hit as well, what with such a drop in cargo volume to be moved, and since food prices had dropped along with the price of everything else, the agriculture and meat production aspect of the family's income was also hurt. Nevertheless, people have to eat, have shelter and, since many other cartage business went under, there was enough work to keep De la Garde cartage running. When the dust settled, enough income remained that Odette and Rebecca didn't have to worry, or even adjust their personal lifestyles.




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"Well," Auntie corrected herself, "Rebecca did, but not in that sense. Considering their very comfortable position relative to the position of so many others in the city, both Odette and Rebecca saw opportunity for future growth, but Rebecca saw... additional opportunity. While Odette concentrated on the business of keeping their financial boat afloat, Rebecca saw to another aspect of survivability, that being the politics of social appearances.

"To those of their tenants who could no longer afford their mid-level housing, Rebecca offered low-level housing that they could pay for. Those who could no longer even afford their low level housing were moved to the mid-level housing, sharing the larger accommodations with others and told to pay what and when they could. These arrangements saw some buildings designated for families, some designated for childless couples, some for single men, some for single women and some for seniors. The high-level living accommodations that became vacant were used as schoolrooms where previously laid off teachers were paid to teach children and adults alike. See, as Odette and Rebecca saw it, those properties wouldn't have a chance in hell at making money if they were standing empty, and unoccupied buildings very quickly lose their value. Fully occupied by communal housing, these mid-level buildings often made enough to at least break even, but even when they didn't, people still needed shelter and having people freeze outside wouldn't help pay the lights and heat any more than if they were warm inside, paying their way or not.

"Meanwhile, Rebecca started up a soup kitchen at the building they'd bought and donated to Saint Augustine Chapel. From there, she quickly filled any housing vacancies from the hundreds of homeless who would show up looking for something to fill an empty stomach. The kitchen was easily stocked with food from their agriculture and meat production, and just as easily transported there by their own cartage firms. The same efficient and self-sufficient business model that was to support the family turned out to be a somewhat easily sustainable godsend to so many in need.

"Needless to say, both Odette and Rebecca were practically seen as saints for this, which is a little curious and definitely ironic given Rebecca's attitude at the time. As I said, she'd seen other opportunities in the mess of the great depression, and not all of them were benevolent. In fact, I'd say a third of her humanitarian efforts were motivated by sincere caring for those in need, another third for the sensible practice of the family politics which had always protected Sera so well, and another third out of her base perversion and lust for control over others.

"So, to explain what I mentioned concerning Rebecca's attitude at the time, she made a habit of going to visit her buildings. She would be courteous enough to knock on apartment doors but, once inside, she would go where she wished, opening doors, looking around as though on a military inspection. She would speak to the groveling tenants with tolerant smiles on the days she was in a good mood, asking how they were, if they'd found work and how much rent they could comfortably pay that month. She enjoyed it and was very good at creating the respect they gave her with a balance between aloof power and righteous generosity.

"As to the generosity, heh... At the senior buildings, she would sometimes arrive with John and Jane carrying boxes of food, the same as at the buildings she'd designated for families with children, but with toys included. At the single male buildings, however, she'd sometimes leave her slaves behind when she left, giving her tenants permission to do as they wished with them as long as neither were harmed. Sometimes she'd stay to watch Jane get gangbanged while John serviced her. She also writes that she very much enjoyed directing what her tenants did with them, which I can completely understand... (Ahem) As for the single female buildings, she would often take one or more of them home with her for her own brand of BDSM fun. Of course, that term didn't exist then, but the BDSM lifestyle has always existed in some form or another, and she was becoming a very well experienced Domina with a large population of possible playthings to choose from. Soon, she began bringing males home as well, who she particularly enjoyed practicing the fine art of humiliation with. Of course, most of these people, with the exception of those who'd enjoyed her treatment of them, never remembered anything of the bondage, humiliation or pain she'd inflicted on them. Usually, they returned home with false memories of having worked for their rent and with a little money in their pocket to show for it besides.

"In time, she began picking people out from all her buildings, directing them to one of their high-level flats where private sex parties would take place. This was something Odette enjoyed as well, but expressed concerns when Rebecca started organizing massive orgies involving almost a hundred people and discretion was becoming difficult. So, Rebecca reorganized again. Those without children and who enjoyed these orgies were left to stay in these high-level units. This way, there was no real need to influence silence because that wasn't a lifestyle anybody could very well run around bragging about in those days. However, this wasn't to Odette's liking either, as all it did was to create an orgy lifestyle in one of their high-end buildings that wasn't even controlled and would sooner or later be discovered. Furthermore, it soon wasn't preferable for Rebecca that these people enjoyed her new arrangement for them. In a larger sense, it took the fun out of it for her. From her perspective, what good was it to watch the willing when she could watch couples under her influence trading partners or screwing their own family members with that... that look... The one we all so enjoy..." Auntie trailed off with a horny smile.

"So the massive orgies resumed behind Odette's back, where some would be helplessly bound and used by others, some introduced fully clothed and to a circle of people so sexually keyed up by Rebecca's influence that it was a wonder they even survived. And over it all, Rebecca would preside, wearing nothing but a black bustier, black gloves, boots and a choker, directing with a riding crop and ordering her pleasures where and how she wished.

"But not even this was enough. See, above all, Rebecca loved to watch sexual humiliation. Pain, bondage and even control only served this ultimate little hobby of hers, and that's where the real trouble resided. As we all know and as I've just hinted, it's most fun when people are only influenced to do as they're told, but with their awareness still intact so we can watch their expressions as they find themselves doing things that their personal moral codes would never allow. It's fun to see if they enjoy it, if they've maybe always fantasized about it despite their morals or... when they learn to enjoy it. Speaking for myself, there's no bigger turn on than watching someone's own socially acceptable behaviour being slowly defeated by their own opposing, sometimes hidden, completely undeniable attraction to total carnal depravity. For Rebecca, it was a drug. An addiction that she could never really satisfy, and the further she took it, the further she needed to take things the next time. And the older she got, the worse this perverted addiction became."

At this point in Auntie's story, I couldn't help remembering what Auntie Kathleen had related to me about the family she'd influenced at that motel, how she'd let them go without making them forget because it turned her on to think they'd go on like that, remembering that the best sex of their lives was had with each other. From there, my mind hopped to Gina and the things I'd had her do. I remembered the excitement I'd felt at watching the woman I knew so well, the decent wife of my father, the mother of his only son being used like a prostitute. Compressing my lips in sudden shame, I glanced at Stevie, also remembering the things he'd tried to tell me and understanding yet a little better how he was only trying to protect Gina. Protect her from me. Ultimately protecting me from me. Horribly, the truth of what Auntie Ashleigh said regarding the turn on to be gotten from this was undeniable. We all had it. Stevie tried to resist it, but he very much enjoyed watching both his mummy and I getting used by a bunch of strange guys as much as his mummy and I enjoyed being used. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. He was trying so hard to retain an ideal of decency while we all encouraged him to turn his back on those very ideals. I wondered if he felt alone. I also wondered what it would be like to watch his morals being overrun by his own perversions. This duality was hard to accommodate in my mind and I wondered if guilt went hand in hand with perversion. Would perversion be any fun without it? Was that Rebecca's problem?

"And so," Aunty Ashleigh went on as I ran from my guilty perversion back to the distraction of her voice, "this worsening form of sexual addiction is why Rebecca started attending chapel services more often. No, she wasn't there seeking spiritual help from the Almighty, whatever that is; rather, she was seeking those who weren't under her social control, people who she'd get off on watching sexually compromise themselves. And where better than at the chapel where the De la Garde name had begun to attract other social elites who wanted to be associated, wanted to have their names spoken of in the same philanthropical terms? To say nothing of the devoutly religious. Her ideal mark was a combination of these two types, the godly elites, one might say, but she took what she could get.

"And she took them to back alleys where homeless men cohabitated, camps near the railroads where hobo's stayed while riding the rails, or anywhere the down and out could be found. She writes of how she would masturbate while watching these women being groped, giving head, being fucked... She also writes that, while she would have to influence them a little in order to make them do these things, she would allow them to go back home with the memory and personal humiliation of their actions completely intact. She knew how dangerous this was but, as an alcoholic knows how he's ruining his life with every drink, she rationalized her actions whatever way she could in the interests of her addiction's great need for gratification, and so this continued.

"As Rebecca engaged in this ever more risky behaviour, her personality became harder, her treatment of others more harsh, especially the staff at their home on Adelaide Street. Her expectations became unreasonable and, when Odette became aware of her attitude towards them, she tried to talk to her. Rebecca, however, was no longer as receptive to her mother as she'd once been, and relations between them again became chilly over what she saw as her mother's interference. Grammie, however, was bearing the biggest brunt of her mother's increasing tyranny.

Growing up, it was clear that Samantha wasn't the same as Odette or Rebecca. She liked quiet spaces, spoke very quietly and didn't often meet people's eyes. Her preferred pastimes were also quiet, such as reading, writing and studying. Grammie told me of how her favourite game as a girl was to skulk around the house pretending to be a private detective, watching people and waiting for clues to some fictional mystery she'd previously worked out in her head. She was also an observer, one who was very interested in people and the things they do and say, especially when in groups, but not so interested in taking part. When she did speak, it was often only when first spoken to, and in a quiet voice with her gaze cast down at the floor in front of her.

"Unfortunately, this quiet and unobtrusive personality was not approved of by her mother. I suppose, as people sometimes have a tendency to see their children as little extensions of themselves, Rebecca wouldn't have liked this particular extension of self. Furthermore, she knew that her daughter had to be a lot more forward, more extroverted as she grew into a woman in order to handle the business responsibilities that came along with her last name and those of bearing Sera. In her daughter, she did not see a strong family leader, a one day matriarch, but a soft little weakling. Her treatment of her became harsher as time went on, but Samantha didn't change any more than anyone else can simply change their core personality to suit another. Rebecca took this failure to comply as defiance, which resulted in physical abuse and, one day, when Odette saw her granddaughter with a black eye, the proverbial shit hit the fan.

"Odette marched right up to the fourth floor and beat the daylights out of Rebecca. She actually had to call for their private physician to come and tend to her once she'd calmed down a little herself, and it's pretty much a given that, had Rebecca not been her own daughter, she'd have beaten her to death. To give you an idea, not only did Grammie hear much of the altercation, but she also remembers seeing Odette with blood spatter on her face and dress when she returned from the top floor. From then on, Samantha stayed on the third floor with her grandmother, but that wasn't the only change.

"With the distraction of many of their business pressures sold off, Odette had begun to see more and more how her daughter was changing. I suppose, having seen what a problem her own mother had been, she knew enough to be concerned and had been keeping tabs on Rebecca, well aware of all her activities with their tenants and the women from Saint Augustine's. She'd forbade her daughter from so much as setting foot inside that chapel without Odette being there with her and told her to clear out the high-end apartments where her orgy people were living and to control herself. If she couldn't be satisfied with easily controlled sex parties where those attending would be made to forget everything afterward, Odette promised to sell every tenant building the family owned for whatever she could get out of them. Finally, she'd told her that if she ever laid another hand on Grammie, she'd kill her. Considering our very strong suspicions regarding Dolanna's fate, I think we can safely assume that this was no idle threat.

"Rebecca didn't leave the fourth floor for almost a month after that beating. All of Grammie's belongings were moved down to the third by servants, who also delivered all of Rebecca's food and removed empty trays. Even though Odette instructed her not to go up there, Grammie wouldn't have dared to satisfy her curiosity even if she hadn't.

"The positive side to this event was how Odette actually did manage to get through to Rebecca. Once she did come down from the fourth, she was a lot more manageable where the staff was concerned and her sexual exploits were kept to small, private parties in the second floor parlour. On the downside, a gulf now existed between she and Odette. Their relations were then polite and distant, almost cold. Where Samantha was concerned... well, Rebecca ignored her as best she could. She was ashamed about her previous behaviour and embarrassed about the beating, finding it difficult to face either of them, but especially Samantha. She says she could barely look at her for the guilt the mere sight of her face would bring up in her. She also says that, at the same time, a seething resentment for them both lived inside her.

"This is one of the reasons we know of the duality that existed in Rebecca. On the one hand, she had this form of sexual addiction that could virtually rule her but, on the other, she was aware of its existence and the negative effect it was having, not just on Sera and her family, but in her own life as well. It was as if her sensible awareness was at war with another within her soul, who demanded that her deviant pleasures be satisfied at whatever cost and hated all those that blocked that satisfaction.

"Just the same, she'd decided to make an effort at controlling that ever present side of herself. Her chief method in this was the compilation of our family's history. As I've said, history was a personal interest of hers, probably the only one she and Grammie ever shared, and she used that interest to the best of her ability to distract herself from the cravings of her dark side."

Here, Auntie closed her eyes and shook her head with a little grin, injecting, "Jeez, another Star Wars analogy. Sorry, it just popped out."

We all laughed a little before she opened her eyes and went on, her grin lingering.

"So, things got a little better as tensions eased. In addition, Rebecca began spending time away on her research, sometimes weeks on end. Of course, like any addict, there were times when she fell off the wagon, so to speak. In fact, she describes some sexual adventures in other towns where she could use an alias that were... wow. I won't get into them here, but it should suffice to say that she was getting worse, not better, and her effort to distract herself with the family history really only succeeded in keeping it out of the family's back yard, so to speak.

"Then, one day in nineteen-thirty-four, less than two months after she had bonded Samantha on the evening of her eighteenth birthday, Odette was hit by a car on Yonge Street. She was rushed to the hospital, but died there before Rebecca and Samantha could arrive. Rebecca really didn't take this well. Neither did Samantha, but Rebecca... well, it didn't help her, that's for sure. As a footnote, the man who'd accidently hit her walked out in front of a train less than a week later, and that was the end of him. I don't think I have to explain how that could have happened.

"During the next year, Rebecca began to deteriorate again. She spent a lot of time running the business from her office, the door closed so she couldn't see the empty one across from hers, a depressingly dark, mute reminder of Odette's absence from her life. A heavy depression that settled on her mind had an opposite side, like that of two sides to a coin, and that side was sudden rage directed at the person who caused it for the slightest little reason. She tried to keep it away from her daughter, but Samantha obviously wasn't going to be of any use to the business and probably not even to running the house. In some cases, she still did what her nurse directed of her as she had when she was a child, and Rebecca's patience with her grew shorter.

"She took it out on the staff, slapping them around at times, verbally abusing them and even locking them in closets for a day. Then, as though seeing how this could have a very serious and negative effect on the home front, she began attending chapel services again. Soon, she was up to her old tricks, but this time her games with the other members of the congregation were different. They involved both men and women and it was no longer merely about satisfying her sexual addiction, but also taking out on them a deep seated anger that had been growing for years, now brought out into the open by her mother's death.

"One Sunday..." Auntie trailed off with a thoughtful expression, clearly debating how to put into words what she wanted to say next. "Well, she'd had everyone in the congregation influenced and... one Sunday morning, she locked the door and, instead of having mass, they had a mass orgy where she... Well, let's just say that, by the time it was over, even she realized that she had to do something about herself. She fixed everyone, telling them to forget about the orgy and giving them all the same story as to what happened to Father Bungay. When the hospital asked their inevitable questions about his bruises and legions, they were told by everyone that he, in a religious induced fit, began to engage in self-flagellation. He was committed to an insane asylum shortly thereafter, probably not only for the alleged religious fit, but also because he couldn't remember doing what everyone else attested to having seen.




Sera Ch. 30



"Rebecca went home and up to the fourth floor for what she describes as 'a personal breakdown'. A few days later, she emerged, Samantha describing her as 'dry and cold'. She took her daughter aside and told her that she couldn't stay in that house any longer, that she would soon begin arrangements to sell it and the rest of their properties and business interests. Samantha's job, as Rebecca dictated, was to stay out of her way.

"Now, I'm not saying that Samantha wasn't worried in that house without Odette's protection, but she also told me that it wasn't only out of fear of her mother that she indeed stayed out of her way. She also knew, mostly due to the perceptual awareness that Sera gives some of us, that Rebecca didn't want her in the way of her volatile nature. In other words, Grammie knew that her mother was only looking out for her best interests.

"By the end of nineteen-thirty-five, they had moved here with a new family name, and Grammie was still doing them both the favour of staying out of her mother's way when and wherever possible. This being such a large house, that wasn't overly difficult, other than when Rebecca came looking for her for one reason or another. This left a lot of time for Samantha to spend by herself in a much larger house than the one she'd spent her childhood in, and with wooded grounds that were large enough that a city girl could get quite literally lost without ever leaving her property. Of course, she soon grew to love it here and, when not being educated in the arts of business and finance, something Rebecca insisted on no matter the quiet young woman's lack of interest in such things, she spent time with a staff that was three times the size of the one they had in Toronto.

"Having been bonded, her sex drive had been turned on, and a lot of this time with the staff was spent exploring the woods naked. Her favourite attendant was a Spaniard who was not only her age, but also short which, in her mind, made him non-threatening. This, of course, was Camillo and, after he'd 'rescued the fair maiden' one day out back here, he impregnated her. I've already told you about who and what all came of that, so let me get back to Rebecca before I wind up our story.

"Unlike her mother, Odette wasn't quite as nervous about investing in the markets and, by this time, the smallest signs of economic recovery were beginning to show and she knew that then would be a good time to invest. Seeing what was going on in Europe- Germany in particular- she also knew where to invest and what businesses to buy at a pittance.

"So, by the time Britain declared war on Germany in nineteen-thirty-nine, our mother was three years old and our family was back in the business of natural resources such as forestry, mining and food production. Rebecca also re-entered the manufacturing and cartage sectors, producing many things that ended up onboard merchant marine vessels along with our raw natural resources, brought to port by her trucks and bound for Britain. Again, the family's wealth grew, along with Rebecca's personal power and influence.

"This, however, didn't mean as much to her as it had. Her interest, aside from ensuring long term financial survival, had swung much further towards her sexual exploits. She actually had a special bed built for a special room upstairs in her apartments- now mine- that allowed for all manner of bondage and... other things. Two of you have seen it."

My eyes widened a little as she glanced at me with a tricky smile, remembering the big bed with the eyebolts in her guest room and about the 'employee of the month'. But my jaw sagged when she then glanced at my mother with the same smile as she went on.

"And one of you has experienced it."

Sheila grinned as Auntie Kathleen rolled her eyes with the hint of a smile and the most subtle squirming in her seat.

"But, Rebecca would often use this as punishment- real punishment, I mean- to those staff members who failed her sometimes maniacal demands and standards. It wasn't pretty and the details, of which I'll spare you, were enough to... Well, let's just say that you didn't want to end up in that room for a session with her. In the end, she was bringing outsiders home for use in that room. It was shortly after this that she..."

Auntie sighed, her eyes briefly flashing out the open doors of the study to where Rebecca had hung herself before finishing with, "She knew how dangerous she was, both to herself, the family and to Sera. This duality within her, the thing that emotionally tore her in two, that dark side, for want of a better term, that she couldn't control no matter how she tried... Well, I suppose it was the only way she could win out over it. She's never said as much and none of us will know for sure, but that's my impression."

There was a silence while we took that in, going on with, "She'd performed a final readjustment of any and all business matters and, knowing Samantha's total disinterest, created a management firm dedicated wholly to the Long family business interests. The head of this firm was, of course, heavily influenced to honesty and loyalty to Grammie and brought every new employee to her for his or her influence. Grammie didn't want to deal with even this intrusion from the outside world, but knew it was necessary in order to protect the house and all that supported it.

"And that's how it was left," Auntie summed up with a sigh. "That firm, 'Long Management', still runs things to this day. Yes, I've become familiar with all of our interests and, of course, I sort of oversee them, but I never had the time to take over from them. Between tracking down my sisters while compiling the rest of the family history to the extent that I have, I'd never have time for such a full time job as that and, since Long Management has been doing a good job of it, there was never any real need. As for the rest of Grammie's story, you already know what I've told you, which is essentially all there is aside from those details which are here for any one of you who cares to check them out, and the same goes for our mother, Marie. That said, do any of you have any questions?"

"I do," Stevie responded almost at once.

"Of course you do, sweetie pie," Auntie teased with a knowing smile as she stretched again, me locking eyes on her boobies as her back arched.

"Exactly how much are you worth?" he asked, his eyes on her boobies as well.

"Not me," Auntie corrected. "Us. We. I've told you, it's our money, not just mine. It's in my name because I'm the person it was left to by Grammie because you four weren't then here, but it's ours and I need you all to get used to that. Especially you," she amended, looking directly at my Stevie. "But, to answer your question, we're worth a little over six and a half billion Dollars."

I almost pooped myself as everyone else's face went blank and Auntie went on as though this were nothing.

"You won't find us on any list of Canada's most wealthy people because it's kept hidden for Sera's sake. Rebecca herself saw to that very wise detail before her death. Social influence is one thing when controlled but, with Grammie's situation, it would have been detrimental to her, Marie and to Sera. That number, by the way, does go up slowly, although it's dropped some in recent years due to this recession. Also, strictly speaking, Long management was never really intended to grow the family fortune so much as safely manage and sustain it. Any other questions?"

Finally able to think past that number, I voiced my curiosity over something she'd said much earlier.

"Auntie, um, when you were telling us about how Odette was bonded, you said that when Cary took her nightie off, Odette knew it was really Eleonore. What did you mean by that?"

Auntie smiled, nodding her head in understanding of my question and replied, "Well... that's really a question better suited for our next family meeting, but have you noticed how Lynette is... different? At these little meetings of ours, I mean?"

We all nodded to this, our attention briefly focused to the spaced out blonde who still sat staring at nothing in particular, not even having reacted to the mention of her name.

"You may have also noticed how she and Delores have a way of showing up just when I want them without any prompting from me?"

After we all nodded once again, she explained, "Okay, so you all know we can get into the minds of others. What's happening here is that I, or more accurately, a small part of me, is left inside Lynette. My consciousness is split between this- my body- and hers. You see, although Lynette is influenced to complete trustworthiness, our family history is our business and I feel it best that she doesn't hear any of it, influenced or no, so I've shoved what is her aside. You might say she's on a little vacation in her own mind while a part of me occupies her senses and motor functions so that we may still have her/me as our attendant during these meetings."

"Let me get this straight," Auntie Kathleen said skeptically. "You're saying that you're inhabiting two bodies at once?"

"Yes," Auntie Ashleigh confirmed. "And this is how Eleonore removed Odette's nightdress, even though it was Cary's hands that actually did the work."

Sheila remarked, "That's a pretty handy trick, sis. I'm jealous."

Auntie Ashleigh shrugged, replying, "It's a latent ability. Grammie taught me. Kathleen, you might have the ability now, but you're still a bit young. That said, Sera never really follows any set pattern of development, Sheila being a perfect example of this, so there's no guarantees in terms of abilities where any of us-ss-uuuhh!"

"Uuuhh!" Lynette gasped in perfect concert with Auntie Ashleigh when Auntie Kathleen suddenly leaned forward, running her hand up Lynette's skirt. Their perfectly timed gasps and jerking body movements proved Auntie Ashleigh's claim.

"Oh my god, it's true," Auntie Kathleen breathed, her forearm moving as she prodded Lynette's crotch further, both she and Auntie Ashleigh moaning the exact same notes in perfect timing with the other, jerking and squirming in precisely the same way and at exactly the same time.

"Ka- Kathleen, don't- ohh! Oh, my clit... fuck..."

This was incredible. Even Stevie watched this as though hypnotized as his mummy, with an evil smile, played with Auntie Ashleigh's clitoris via Lynette's. Not surprisingly, Auntie Kathleen wasn't listening to her oldest sister. Actually getting out of her chair to squat in front of Lynette, parting her thighs as Mummy giggled, getting out of her own seat to stand behind Lynette and slip her hand down the front of her blouse. By the time she had it unbuttoned, boobies freed from the attendant's white bra, Auntie Ashleigh's hands were planted on the edge of her desk, eyes closed and enjoying the ghostly sensations in unison with Lynette. Mummy was playing with her nipples, looking at Auntie Ashleigh with grinning awe as her little sister went down on our night attendant.

Stevie looked at me with an expression in his eye that screamed 'horny' and said simply, "C'mon."

I giggled, getting up to follow him to the back of Auntie Ashleigh's desk. He pulled her chair out from it and spread the front of her nightie open, allowing her awesome boobies free of it so we could each have one. In addition to what Sheila was doing, her reaction was quite intense. When we began licking her big, erect buds, she placed her hands at the back of our heads, holding our lips to her big boobies. We began sucking and, when Stevie's hand went between her legs, both she and Lynette moaned loud and long.

It was awesome, suckling Auntie's boobies with Stevie. I looked at him and suddenly loved him all the more for our mutual participation in this taboo act of sexually pleasuring our auntie together and, as much as I wanted it to go on forever, I knew it was time I got between her legs to do my part.

She was delightfully soaked when I got there. My tongue licked Stevie's fiddling finger until it moved to allow me access to Auntie's delicious honey pot. She held her nightie up for me as I slowly, thoroughly licked her lips, tasting her cream and finding more seeping out of her hole. I stuck my tongue right inside her, overjoyed at her reaction as my upper lip caressed her firm, erected clitoris. Again, her hand found its way to the back of my head as our matriarch jumped and jerked to my mouth, hers and Lynette's yelps of pleasure still in perfect harmony.

They, or Auntie- I'm still not sure how I should put it- came in the same perfect harmony, a wild, intense orgasm that was twice the pleasure for twice the pleasuring. When it was all over, the four of us looked at her, obviously proud of ourselves but, to quite an extent, still fairly blown away at this astounding ability to inhabit two bodies at once and all the possibilities it stood for. She was red faced, trying to recover from her dual experience with her legs spread, boobies hanging out and a peculiar expression.

"You people," she accused without being able to stifle an appreciative grin, "are a pack of jackals!"

We all giggled, suddenly stopping as Lynette came around. As though she'd just woken up, personal presence seemed to come to her eyes. She looked down, surprised to find her skirt hiked, white panties at her ankles, and her blouse opened up so that her boobies could hang out.

"That will be all for tonight, Lynette," Auntie Ashleigh excused in a still trembling voice.

"Yes, Mistress," she acknowledged, only pulling up her panties to allow her to get up and walk out the door while we all watched.

Looking back to Auntie Ashleigh, Auntie Kathleen determined, "Okay, you have to teach me that."

We all laughed as I wished I was old enough to learn it myself, but Auntie replied, "That's another meeting. Besides, what makes you think you won't have to earn it?"

"What?" my blonde Auntie asked, seemingly unprepared for this.

"Well, you haven't been very nice to me since you got here, so I'm thinking you're going to have to make up for that in some way before I teach you anything."

Again, we all, excepting Auntie Kathleen, laughed softly at this prospect, leering at her and imagining some fun and totally filthy stuff she might be forced to do. As for her, a smile and a frown simultaneously fought for control of her features. I'm sure she was picturing some fun and filthy stuff too, but she probably didn't like the circumstances. Somehow, that made the anticipation all the better on my part, and I don't think I was the only one who felt that way if the leering grins on both Sheila's and my Stevie's faces were any indication.

"Like... what way?" Auntie Kathleen nervously demanded.

"Some way," her oldest sister smirked, only elaborating with, "You've been such a pain in my ass, such a mouthy little bitch, I'm thinking I'd like to see you in my special guest room upstairs, but we'll have to see."

The look on Auntie Kathleen's face was priceless and, as much as we all loved her, we all loved seeing it there too.

"Of course," she went on while getting up out of her chair, "we can discuss that later, can't we, my beautiful little sister with the nice big tits. Hmmm? Right now, I think we're due for a nice little family fuck-fest in my apartments. I want you all to change into something fun and meet me there in a half hour."

Once again, The Biker Queen had taken control. She walked past us and out the door, the hem of her slippery nightie falling down to above mid-thigh in front, her boobies left exposed.

Auntie Kathleen only stood there at a total loss. We could see what a dilemma she was in, obviously wanting quite badly to learn the trick of splitting herself into two bodies, (so did I for that matter) but very apprehensive about whatever flaming sexual hoops of control Auntie Ashleigh would have for her to jump through in order to attain it. We only looked at her, obviously quite eager to see her jump. When she saw this, she scowled and walked out of the room, leaving me, Sheila and my Stevie to look at each other and giggle before we followed suit.

Once back at my apartment, I sat down on my couch, some of the giddy, horny mood that the three of us walked back to the apartment wing in evaporating as I thought of our family history and, again, how I had a place in it. At the same time, I was unable to ignore the tragic aspects of that history, such as Coby, Dolanna, Rebecca and Marie. It had the effect of a drafty window in an otherwise warm room. It could be avoided by staying away from the window, however one knew that the draft was there, imperceptibly cooling the room. More accurately, it was like a looming specter, this history of mental instability that had plagued the family, the inherent result of Marie Roy's schizophrenia, this monster that my Stevie saw as living within us.

I suddenly felt lonely. My apartment, only half lit for the purpose of changing into something 'fun', as Auntie had dictated, seemed more like the mausoleum Eleonore had been buried in, Gina's absence roaring at me in its voice of deafening silence.

Mr. Sparkles waddled, as kittens have a way of doing, across the carpet to my location. I reached down and picked him up, petting him in my lap as I thought about my poor Gina, about how I'd abused her. About how terrified of me she was just before I snapped, chased her down and tried to beat the hell out of her. Was she right to be terrified?

Probably.

At that moment, I understood even more clearly how much I really needed Stevie, how right he was in the things he'd said, the things he was trying to tell me about what could happen to the innocent and the people we care about. That was back when I had time, had the opportunity to protect my Gina from that monster, to protect her from... from me. I was the monster. He was right to do what he'd done, both for Gina's sake and mine. And Daddy's.

Mr. Sparkles cried out suddenly, making me realize I was holding him too tight. Startled, I let go of him, watching him dart from my lap to cower at the far corner of the couch as he looked at me with confusion, mistrust and fear in his big golden eyes.

Less than thirty seconds later, I was holding a bottle of vodka almost upside down, the open end at my lips as I guzzled straight from it. The disgusting taste wrenched my thoughts from where they were, the shortly ensuing effects providing a safe place for me to run from my own horrified guilt as Sera, the monster within, began to take over.



Sera Ch. 31



Steven

"'Fun'", I murmured, looking at the limited contents of my closet.

"She means sexy."

"Well, no shit. Trouble is, I don't have anything here that would apply to Mistress Ashleigh's probable ideas of-"

My debate with self was interrupted by the doorbell. Standing on the other side of it was a staff member with a fair sized, somewhat flat, plain white box. I thanked him and took it inside, opening it as I walked from my foyer into my living room.

"Oh my fuck..."

It was an assortment of men's underwear, all of it, presumably, being Ashleigh's idea of sexy.

"Well, that answers that question."

"It's like she knew we didn't have anything like this."

"Bra-vo for stating the obvious," I mumbled, distractedly poking through the flimsy undergarments.

I was still hard as a rock and the thought of myself wearing this stuff didn't exactly make that condition go away. Finally settling on a pair of black, opaque bikini briefs, I pulled them on and then started wondering what to wear over them before my mind was distracted.

"What was with that little display before the meeting?" I wondered aloud, not so much asking myself, but getting an answer just the same.

"The hugging?"

"That's kinda... That's not like me. Is it?"

"Yeah, that surprised me. Nothing wrong with it, though; we just wanted to. Nothing wrong with that at all. And besides, they really liked it."

"Yeah..."

I pulled a pair of well-worn blue jeans over the bikini briefs that seemed to be made for a man with a three inch dick. I felt a little silly standing there with my pants open, trying to tuck my erect meat down inside the soft, low rise undergarment, so I finally gave up and buttoned my jeans. My condition was easily recognizable and I couldn't help but laugh, a little shaky with anticipation as I felt my cock against the inside of my jeans. I rubbed myself with my hand for a moment, gasping a little at how good it felt, but stopped before I came right then and there. Throwing on a black T-shirt, I left my apartment barefoot, taking my time as I made my way to where I'd come to know the stairs to Aunt Ashleigh's apartments were as my mind drifted to our family's unique and disturbing history.

Seraphine: Monster. Coby: Lunatic. Eleonore: Pretty normal. Dolanna: Half crazy. Odette: Comparatively normal. Rebecca: Mostly crazy. Samantha: Socially repressed, but comparatively normal. Marie: Damaged and fucked in the head, but she probably would have been mostly crazy even without Samantha having fucked her head up anyway. So there it was, less than half of my ancestors before my mother were normal and, even then, that definition of 'normal' probably wouldn't have stood up to most normal people's definition of the term. Maybe Eleonore, but not Odette, the killer of her own mother, nor Samantha, the recluse. Those two could only have the benefit of being labeled 'normal' when held up to the others.

I sighed heavily, my erection finally starting to recede as I went back to Marie and how Samantha fucked her head up. She'd obviously bonded her, but it wasn't like any other bonding. Something in the line changed with that event, and I had to wonder if it was by accident. My existence as the first and only male to bear Sera wasn't the only change. There was the fact that Marie had three kids, whereas all of her ancestors for the past two hundred years had only one each. Did that and my own existence have something to do with what Samantha did to her?

Considering the fact that both Mum and Sheila only had one child each, this was a distinct possibility, yet neither of these two had been bonded by Marie. Sera slowly began forcing herself on Mum even without the power of influence to go along with her presence until the two of us bonded. And was that by accident? How much control, maybe subconscious control, did Sera have in shaping events to her will?

And why hadn't Ashleigh ever had any kids? It would seem she'd be the obvious choice to bear children, given that she was the first born of Marie and actually bonded with her.

Finally, there was Sheila. Why didn't she have any powers of influence? It wasn't because nobody'd bonded with her because I knew I had. In fact, during our simultaneous orgasms, she proved that she was of Sera when we had the flying experience together, though it was different from the ones I'd had with Mum, but she still had no powers of influence afterward. Also, Sheila had had sex with Ashleigh, and I couldn't see Ashleigh not bonding with Sheila just to see if she'd be kick started any more than Mum wouldn't since the Misery Sisters had been back together.

Was Sera so blindly random as all this, or was there a purpose behind all these odd ends?

I silently pondered these things until I came within sight of the stairs to Ashleigh's apartments. Mum and Sheila were already there, along with the ex-biker named Lamarr, currently the influenced, shaved Sasquatch. The two women were ignoring him, holding each other and kissing passionately. Padding softly in my bare feet, they didn't even know I was there until I cleared my throat. They broke off their kissing, though still holding one another, to greet me with happy smiles.

Mum was wearing a silky black nightie that was short enough that her tits held it aloft in front, enabling easy view of the crotch of her black silk panties. The spaghetti straps held the bodice just high enough to cover her very hard nipples.

Sheila wore a white, tight fitting, baby-doll type dress with garter straps at the hem that held up her white stockings. The only part that wasn't see through were the cups that held her tits, her white panties completely visible under the short little number. Both of them were stunning and my erection came back so quickly that it practically stabbed me in the gut.

"Hi, sweetie pie," Mum sleazed as she looked at the bulging desire in my pants. "We're here awaiting permission from the grandiose one to ascend. I (ahem) take it you like our outfits?"

"Uh huh," was all I could say to this in reply.

"You're a very perverted young man to be looking at your own mother like that," Sheila accused with that grin of hers.

"Well," I managed, "You're her sister and I couldn't help but notice when I came around the corner how you two were sucking face. I think that's something society would frown on, probably even more than me appreciating my own mother's tits."

"For your information, you impudent little puke, I was not sucking face with your mother," Sheila mockingly defended with her nose in the air. "I was merely... making sure her teeth were clean... with my tongue."

"Oh, well," I joked, "In that case, please continue."

"Don't mind if I do."

Before she could, Kitten came around the corner. Incredibly, I felt myself get even harder as she approached wearing a little pink summer dress with a colourful floral print. It was so small that I could easily see her skimpy white bra and, like Mum, the crotch of her white panties. Pink garter straps ran from underneath the little dress's hem to hold up pink stockings and, in a pair of white high heels, she was absolutely to die for.

When she reached us, she stated in her childlike voice, "Mummy... I feel like such a little slut."

"That's because you are, sweetie pie," Sheila giggled as she and her sister looked her up and down as appreciatively as I was.

Kitten also giggled, a wicked little comment in itself, and was about to reply when she noticed my condition, her eyes locking on it in such a way as it almost frightened me. She licked her lips and was again about to speak when Lamarr further forestalled her with the information that we could then all go upstairs to our matriarch's apartments.

Walking through a tall, wide door at the top of the staircase, I'd never seen anything like Ashleigh's personal space. It was a large clearing and can best be described as outside inside. The ceiling was made of glass and large windows lined the wall opposite the one we entered through. In the early predawn, outside lights mounted above doors illuminated a long wall to the right that was studded at intervals with big, exposed beams. Beside the doors were windows that were complete with window boxes bearing flowers and, of course, there were plants everywhere. To the left was a set of big, ten feet tall double doors, these opening to Ashleigh's bedroom I presumed, and the red streaked, gray floor looked almost like cobblestones. It was the most eccentric thing I'd ever seen, and both Mum and I stared around ourselves in undisguised wonder as Lamarr led us to the right and through one of the doors lit from overhead.

The five of us entered a rather large room with a sunken hexagonal center surrounded and accessed by three steps that ringed the depression. The carpet was red and so were the large, gauzy, hanging fabrics that covered white walls that were studded, as outside the room, with large exposed beams. There was a small bar, but also odd looking couches and other strange pieces of red upholstered furniture around the raised edges of the room while, in the sunken center area was the biggest mattress I'd ever seen. It was at least three feet thick and had to be about ten by ten feet and, of course, it was also red. The large mirror on the ceiling above it was almost a disappointment in predictability.

And beside the bar stood my Aunt Ashleigh, resting one hand on it while holding her weight on one hip. She wore a shiny chrome corset with a six inch wide, red panel of sheer silk running up the front. The same red silk covered her tits as the low riding cups to her incredibly sexy upper garment. The bottom, like Sheila's outfit, extended garter straps to red silk stockings that ended at a pair of chrome, four inch pumps. Her micro thong was also chrome, suspended by a red waist string that circled her perfectly round hips. The chrome choker finished her attire, but the dangling silver earrings, dramatic makeup and her long, dark hair worn down really added to her erotically noir appeal. Like the rest of us, she had a ravenous smile and I was so caught up at the sight of her that I almost didn't hear her when she spoke.

"Kitten, Kathleen, Sheila... fuck, you all look good enough to just eat right up, however, somebody here is way overdressed."

She, with the rest of them, looked at me as Mum verbally agreed with her assessment.

"That's what I thought."

"Well," Ashleigh suggested, "you're his mother, do something about it."

"Uh-huh," Mum acknowledged under her breath as she stepped closer.

"Yeah..." Kitten almost whispered as my mother approached.

When she was standing right before me, our eyes met without my thinking much about it, and she had me in a sudden instant, so quickly getting through the front door of my mind that I didn't even have time to be alarmed before I was completely helpless to her influence.

"Tonight," she breathed, "you belong to your Aunt Ashleigh. You'll do whatever she tells you, sweetie pie. Is that clear?"

I obediently nodded, aware of what this could mean for me, alarmed, dismayed and disappointed that Mum would do this to me but, somehow, not surprised. In addition, however, a part of me that I was ashamed to admit to found the prospect quite exciting and she'd left my mind free enough to bounce from one of these reactions to another. Now that her instructions had been laid, she broke eye contact and addressed my surprised, but undoubtedly pleased owner.

"I know how you've wanted this, so just think of it as a gift... in return for you teaching me how to split my presence to another body."

"Kathleen, I... I don't know what to say," Ashleigh replied in a tone that was quite sincere, adding, "It's true that I've wanted this for a long... long time, and I do thank you so profusely for this little gift of your son, but... I want you too."

Kitten giggled as Mum's eyes grew wider and Ashleigh grinned devilishly at her before confirming her terms.

"Yes, you as well. Both mother and son under my control, doing whatever filthy and perverted things I want. C'mon Kathleen... You know you want to..."

It was true. Even I could see it. I could practically smell Mum's horny eagerness at odds with her pride and lingering mistrust of her oldest sister as she mulled over this unexpected development before finally answering.

"...I... If I agree to this, I want you to teach me whatever I want afterwards."

"Deal," Ashleigh accepted immediately. "Now, open yourself to me... Yesss..."

Mum jerked a little and a soft sigh escaped her as Ashleigh entered the door of her mind from across the room as easily as Mum did mine from right in front of me. In a moment Mum spoke as we all watched this.

"Ohhh... Oh, yes, Mistress... I'm a fuckin' whore... Ohh, yes, Mistress..."

Mum turned to me then and, raising both hands to the neckline of my T-shirt, she suddenly tore it open with a violent jerk, a somewhat mean expression on her face as I actually staggered a little. In my surprise, I barely heard the low, eager approval of Kitten and Sheila. As she finished jerkily tearing my shirt from my body, Ashleigh's low chuckle was the auditory detail that I really took note of. But then Mum's hands were at the front of my jeans and, with a quick movement, their button fly was torn open, revealing the front of the underwear that couldn't hold my hardened package.

Sheila lightly bit her lower lip as Kitten emitted a low squeak of excitement. When Mum grabbed my half clothed cock, I jerked reflexively at her touch, moaning as she squeezed it, looking up at me with a wanton expression that I'd never seen the likes of, not even on her face. Her hand slid down, slowly and deliberately as she inclined her head to watch its progress towards the base of my cock before sliding it all the way up to my cockhead. I let out a broken moan and looked at Kitten as she watched with every ounce of her attention.

"Don't get distracted, Kathleen," Ashleigh directed as she stepped down to the mattress in the sunken center of the room with an expressive wiggle of her hips. "Take his pants off and bring him to me. Kitten, you come here and submit to me as well. I'll have all three of you."

Sheila, who'd been watching Mum and I as intently as Kitten, yet still with that calculatingly observant air she often had, now watched her twin daughter scurry obediently to the edge of the raised portion of the floor to step down to the mattress. Without even being told, she went to her hands and knees, crawling to Ashleigh, who was standing imperiously at the center of the padded stage, watching her niece with obvious approval and a strange sort of smirking pride.

"Sheila, you too," she commanded, gesturing to the Elf Queen, using that hand afterward at the back of Kitten's head to take a fistful of her hair.

A moment later, as Mum was leading me down to the mattress by my cock, Ashleigh and Kitten's eyes were locked, the young woman letting out a subtle, high note of pleasure as her aunt did something within her mind as she had with Mum.

"Yes Mistress Auntie... I'm your little whore... Please use me?"

Mum and I reached Ashleigh before Sheila did, Mum letting go of my cock just before I could blow my load in her hand, and then it was my turn. Ashleigh looked away from Kitten and, with a special, vicious smile for me, took my chin between thumb and forefinger for a face to face.

I let her in. I'd already been instructed by Mum that I belonged to Ashleigh for the evening, so there was no reason in my mind at the time as to why I shouldn't and every reason as to why I should. Her entrance was so smooth it might have been greased, but that wasn't all. It wasn't just her influence, but her. Her presence, that alien, insectile thing that I could feel forcing itself not to rush around my mind with gleeful abandon efficiently picked over all centers of control in my mind, both mine and Mum's. I felt the latter being completely and thoroughly obliterated before I was filled with a sexual drive that was beyond anything I'd ever experienced on my own. I felt myself jerk, heard a low moan break from my lips as I realized that pure sexual bliss could only come from following every one of Mistress Ashleigh's commands to the letter.

And I could recognize her for what she was, the feel of her as she filled me with her desires. Beyond being my aunt, she was truly an 'it', a parasite that, as much as I wanted to please, I was also subtly revolted by to my very core. What she was, the thing the delectable body in front of me hosted, was far worse than any nightmare, and I loved her truly, completely and unendingly. Yet, there was something else, something that was somehow familiar that it seemed I should recognize, but couldn't.

I experienced a sudden mental orgasm as I drifted in her parasitic embrace, jerking again as I longed to fulfill her every perverted desire. My mouth moved, sounds came out, but I don't remember what I said before she was gone from my mind, leaving my body covered with tingling goose pimples.

"Sweetie pie, you and your little whore of a mother play with my pussy. Kitten, get on your feet and lick my tits all over. Suck my nipples. Sheila, you help your slutty little daughter."

Sheila, the only one in the family- quite possibly on the entire planet- who was impervious to influence, was as eager to please as Mum, kitten and I were. With an eager grunt, she gladly grabbed her older sister's left breast and began greedily kissing here and there while Kitten did the same on the right, her expression denoting how happy she was to grant any wish of her aunt's as her tongue happily and eagerly explored the tit meat above the red silk cup of Ashleigh's corset.

Mum and I went down to our knees and reverently stroked Ashleigh's pussy through her chrome thong with our eager fingers. We both delighted when she flinched, telling us she enjoyed our attentions, and we smiled as our fingers found their way behind the shiny, upside down triangle. Mum stroked her sex, rubbing at her clit from time to time as I slowly worked my index finger up her wet pussy. A minute later, Ashleigh was being pulled down to the mattress, her large tits hanging free, thong pulled out of the way. The four of us veritably attacked her, Mum yanking at her thong until the thin waistband broke, me eagerly going down on the beautiful, soaking pussy before me.

Ashleigh groaned as her sister and niece needfully massaged her tits while sucking avidly at her nipples. Meanwhile, Mum was trying to push my face aside so she could lick her sister's sopping pussy as well. But, with Ashleigh now on her back, we each spread a leg and were able to find enough space to lick and suck together, our tongues often touching, fingers sharing her canal to draw out more of her flowing essence to greedily lick up.

We really were like the pack of jackals our elder accused of us being earlier, on hands and knees, feasting on her anatomy until she climaxed and then feasting some more. I watched Mum start licking her anus, holding her leg spread as I still held the other. Ashleigh loved this and it encouraged Mum to keep doing it while I tried to stick my tongue as far up her pussy as I could, holding it open with a finger as I wagged it around and played with her clit.

And then something interesting happened.

I noticed a scent in the air. It was close, it was attractive, it was familiar, and it didn't have anything to do with Ashleigh. It pulled at me, enough that I stopped what I was doing and looked up to see Kitten's ass almost in my face, knees spread on the mattress as she single mindedly made out with one of Ashleigh's big tits. Let me be clear here that this scent wasn't her pussy, or any smell in the commonly accepted use of the word. It was her, the same sort of scent, I knew, that my grandmother could smell of Mum from me at Shoreline Residential that day, the same sort of scent that Mum could also smell of her from me later on. Yes, it was Sera's recognition of her own, but not only that; it was my recognition of what particularly belonged to me.




Sera Ch. 31



This extra sensory effect became overpowering, so much so that even Ashleigh's influence couldn't stand up to it. I'm not sure how long I stared at my sweet property, only that Mum had moved back to Ashleigh's pussy in my face's absence. Transfixed, I watched her full lips and how they filled the wet crotch of her panties as she helped to sexually devour our aunt, those sexy garter straps running over her ass and down to her pink stockings. Then, influence or no, I forgot about Ashleigh and grabbed her by the thighs, pulling that much desired, much needed pussy straight to my mouth.

I felt her body shudder when my lips made that physical contact, even through her panties, somehow knowing she knew who it was that had done this. That scent filled my being, the hold Ashleigh had over me now completely gone as I sucked at what was meant for me, what I loved. I stopped only long enough to roughly pull her away from her feasting on Aunt Ashleigh's breast, flipping her over on her back to desperately tear her delicate panties from her body so I could go down on her properly.

Her pussy looked almost exactly like Mums and I smiled a little at this as her pelvis undulated, her voice moaning a low note as it squirmed in anticipation with her body. I looked at her and she looked back, our eyes meeting for a moment of giddy warmth that was unlike anything else. I broke off to lower my face to miffy.

Pressing my lips to her tight opening, I was struck by her sweet taste almost before I could probe with my tongue. Sucking needfully from her, I shuddered, moaning into her as she squealed out my name with a note of surprise. I didn't know what she was experiencing but, for me, it was like drinking mild electricity as I pressed through her threshold with my tongue. I felt her hand at the back of my head as her legs spread wide and my cock almost sang its need for her. She came pretty quickly, a sudden, panicked sounding event that made her ass bounce on the mattress, her thighs try to close on my head even as she continued to hold my face to her sex.

Thanks to having licked my mother's pussy so many times, I knew my way around my soft, wet playground and what the nub that was nudging my upper lip was. Almost before she was finished her climax, I seized upon it, sucking that erected clitoris up between my lips and so enjoying her wild, squawking reaction. I explored it with my tongue, then started licking her from top to bottom, flicking that big clit playfully until she was driven close to another orgasm, practically on the heels of the last. Suddenly inserting my middle finger, I hooked it and found that curious spot up inside her, the one just like Mum's and in the very same place. I played with it and sucked her clit some more until she screamed out an orgasm that made the first one seem mild in comparison.

This time, when she was done, she pushed my head away. Sitting up, she took no time for any deep, meaningful looks before pushing me down on my back with a sort of shocked, yet intent expression that suggested her life depended on what she did next. What she did was to straddle my head, spreading her knees to lower her sweet pussy to my face where it belonged while she yanked at my briefs, tearing them away so that what was left ended up halfway down my right thigh and out of her way. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her jerking reaction to the return of my lips to her sweet pussy, her groan as she grabbed my achingly hard cock, making me jerk in the same way as she humped my face. She went down on me, completing our sixty-nine position, my all-time favourite with Mum. Her lighter weight on my body, the slimmer, younger thighs at the side of my face and the totally incredible feel of her lips suddenly sucking at the head of my cock were incredible and I couldn't help gushing my heavy load into her mouth right then and there.

She squealed around my meat, trying valiantly to swallow each heavy spurt as I bucked underneath her in unreal ecstasy. My vision grayed at the edges, only allowing me a view of her quivering pussy and ass while her lewd gulping noises satisfied that psychological side of my sex drive that Mum often spoke of.

I was regretful about cumming so soon, but there was no way I could have helped it. In any case, I was still hard and Kitten didn't seem to care as she just kept sucking anyway, even after my abnormal load stopped gushing. I didn't know how much she managed to swallow, but I felt some running down my shaft as she pumped its length with her lips, still humping my mouth as I went back to drinking from her well.

Peripherally, I heard someone, (I was pretty sure it was Ashleigh) climaxing loudly, but my only real concern was the small world between Kitten's inner thighs and the rewards her mouth provided as she sluttily tried to choke herself on my cock. Even the fact that both Kitten and I had the ability to overcome our elder's influence with just our own sexual proximity didn't have a place in my thoughts while we pleasured each other to the exclusion of all else. At some point, we ended up on our sides, clutching one another tightly as we sucked and licked, finally to another orgasm, this one simultaneous as we jumped and squirmed in each other's desperate embrace.

Now we parted, each of us allowing the other to slip from our grasp, thighs spreading as we rolled to our backs for a short recovery period. We regarded ourselves and each other in the mirror on the ceiling, neither of us with any defined expression, neither of us requiring that sort of communication as we'd already communicated such feelings so effectively through our bodies.

Ashleigh was still on her back, but Sheila had taken her turn at her pussy, licking and fingering as Mum made out with her cleavage. The oldest sister seemed to be simply enjoying the sensations provided by her younger siblings, her vacant eyes staring up at the ceiling as we were, her body rocking and convulsively jerking to the attention of the two blonde bombshells.

When Kitten lay her exciting little body over mine, my arms went around the small of her back almost of their own accord, her face replacing the view in the mirror. We both smiled, but not with our mouths so much as our eyes, a silent communication of happiness and belonging that could never be verbalized. We looked each other in the eyes without any hesitation or fear on my part and we instantly fell into each other. Like the smoke from two smoldering campfires, our souls intertwined, each surrounding the other, blending and mixing until we were one, yet separate. We knew each other, had always known each other, and we knew what we wanted. In each other, life made sense, a place of awareness that ascended the bonds of all that tried to confuse or distort from the smaller perspective of most people's reality. We knew and understood each other on a level far beyond and far superior to any earthly understanding. We loved each other and we were each other. We were Sera.

We were kissing passionately, the transition from our unspoken communication to this more physical one lost to my memory, but this experience was just as beautiful. This contact wasn't as hard or needy as it was when our mouths pleased each other's genetalia; our lips only lightly touched, as though tentatively exploring new terrain. Our tongues gently caressed, eyes closed to enjoy this simpler, physical tenderness while our pelvises slowly, raunchily ground with an intensity that expressed the animalistic needs that coexisted alongside our loving tenderness.

My cockhead seemed to find her opening almost by accident, both of us gasping as it entered the tight confines of its world only a little way.

"Ohhh, Stevie, yesss..." her childlike voice breathed so low that I almost didn't hear it. "Fuck me... Fuck me now, sweetie pie! Ohhhh!"

I pushed and she slid down my body, her canal snugly enveloping my cock as we both breathlessly gasped to the incredible feel. Her lips brushed my neck, hands grasping my sides almost under my arms as she slowly impaled herself on me, filling herself all the way with a little cry at the end. She pushed off, sitting up and looking down at me with eyes that sparkled and danced, features that belied her disbelief at the new and unspeakable pleasure that gripped us both. Beyond the incredible feel of being within her, there was more, a sensation that we both felt but could never describe, a sensation we each knew we'd never, ever have with anyone else.

I was covered by the tingling goosebumps that I'd felt when Ashleigh briefly inhabited my mind earlier, except more intense. It felt like a numbness, like electricity playing over my skin, like hot and cold at the same time. It was unique, unlike anything else and born of the fact that we were both meant for the other. As our eyes met once again, this sensation took over and became a thing of its own, a separate entity that left our five senses and the minds that decoded their information behind. I vaguely realized that Ashleigh, Sheila and Mum were now watching us, but from a separate, disjointed self that was trapped within my head. The other part of me, the real part existed in Kitten's beautiful, sparkling eyes of imperceptible darkness.

Our movements, the easy, perfect rhythm we found with each other, might have suggested we'd been making love since before forever, a perfectly synchronized act that seemed to happen without conscious effort. When Ashleigh pulled Kitten's dress over her head and off, it was an event we were aware of without having experienced it, even while my more physical perceptions appreciated the help. It was the same way when her lacey white bra was next removed, leaving her dressed only in her pink garter belt, straps and stockings. I grabbed her nipples, kneading and twisting them in the way I somehow knew she loved and was rewarded with her long, sexually ecstatic wail as her back arched. She rode me so beautifully, sluttily, raunchily, perfectly, grinding her hips as she filled herself, moaning with such unspeakable pleasure when she withdrew so she could fill herself again.

I don't know how long it went on, the perfection of this sexual union, but this pleasure slowly, steadily built towards mutual climax without effort, without the need for one to slow for the other. We gasped at the same time, our breathing falling into a shared rhythm as the first wave of such intense orgasm rolled over and obliterated us...

 

Steven/Kitten

In the beginning, there was no god or gods. There was no creator. There was no Universe and no such thing as time. There was only the cosmic egg, that being all matter that exists in the universe now, tightly compacted, denser and harder than any known or imagined material. It's mass and size was boundless, it's gravitic power, had a universe that could have made such a concept relative existed around it, would have been immeasurable. As much a part of this egg as its own physical matter was its energy, existing in balance with its mass, providing a cohesive, subatomic glue for physical existence. It was possessed of a vast, yet simple awareness, a complete knowledge of itself and its limited reality that resided in the energy of its structure. It 'was', and that was all there was for it to know or experience. Outside of time, no expectations of future existed, nor memories of any past, until this balance was disrupted by some unknown cause from outside the only known reality of the egg.

This disruption resulted in a detonation as massive as was the egg, and this event created the Universe, the great egg flinging the shattered bits of its mass throughout the vastness of the space to which its own expanding energy gave birth. At the same time, energy that held atoms together within that expelled mass in turn formed the heavenly bodies of all the galaxies and all they contain.

But there was also a different type of energy, a new type that was created by the violent explosion of the cosmic egg, possibly responsible for the egg's explosion itself. This energy was far from abundant, but it was persistent in its own mysterious and inexplicable nature. Its random makeup took many eons to form, coalescing in many different patterns and in many different places throughout the Universe. In time, they gained a rudimentary awareness, attracted to the physical matter of stars, gasses and planets, but unable to actually combine with this matter in the regular sense. When life appeared, however, it did find root. While normal energy still held together the matter of physical life, this new and mysterious energy found it could cohabitate with this softer matter, but not as a part of it so much as in concert with it.

On Earth, the oldest forms began in plankton, then trees and plant life, then insects. As each form of life died, this energy passed to a new and emerging life, re-incarnating, developing as the progression of its assumed physical body evolved. The oldest, most evolved energetic forms moved on to those most complicated life forms which, in time and with the help of the energetic forms themselves, would become modern man. The less evolved energies, meanwhile, continued to inhabit the lesser evolved species of Earth, each one inhabiting a form relative to its own level of maturity.

Still other forms of energies wandered the Earth since they'd arrived, since before life existed there, gaining their own random ethereal densities and awareness. Roaming the surface of the planet like an unseen virus, most of these simplistic energies with basic awareness were attracted to life where they were able to recognize it. This attraction was mostly due to curiosity, but they didn't merge because their particular random development hadn't yet matured to a point where this was possible, or even conceivable for them.

One energetic form in particular, an older one that was quite unique unto itself, had developed quite far in certain perceptual abilities and, relative to those who had long since begun to inhabit humans, this form was more advanced. Within it, however, the idea of joining with a physical body hadn't yet occurred. It merely drifted on the winds, enjoying a carefree existence until, as a new concept occurs to a philosopher, it took greater notice of Human existence.

This occurred during the early to middle sixteen-hundreds as it observed ongoing European conflict which is now known as 'The Thirty Years War'. Many times, it saw the expulsion of energy from human forms, energy with an awareness that was similar to itself, yet different. It got closer and tried to merge with the Human forms, more in attempt at basic mimicry than anything, but was always blocked or repelled by the inhabiting energy form. Attempts at taking over the inert, previously inhabited Human forms resulted in disappointment, as there seemed little point in residing in an inert body that its presence couldn't animate any more than it could a stone. Though seemingly unable to attain what the other, more common energetic forms could in terms of Human inhabitation, its great curiosity allowed it to remain undeterred. As an immortal energetic field, time had little meaning and its patience, therefore, was limitless as it rode the winds of the Earth, searching for what it needed, though it knew not what exactly that would be.

Not until it came upon Marie Roy, lying prone in the fields of pre-Markham. It entered her body and, as usual, was repelled by Marie's inhabiting soul as all the others had done before. It was about to leave when it found the fetus she carried, devoid of the soul that had just left it, but still alive due to the life support system that was Marie's body. It searched and quickly gained entrance to the fetus through the umbilical cord, filling the tiny Human form that was still in development, this time without being pushed out. Joy at final success was short lived as the sudden evolution of its own awareness gradually erased conscious recall of what it had been since life on Earth had begun, as its energy anchored itself in the fetus that would become Marie Roy's daughter, Seraphine.

Despite outward appearances, anatomy and emotional content of the mind, Seraphine was as different from the average Human as vodka is different from water. Though the casual observer would see no difference from outside the glass, the ingredients and, therefore, the capabilities of each fluid are very different, and this was certainly the case with Seraphine and the energy form that defined her.

However, the seed supplied from the loins of the wandering preacher who showed up at the Larouche farm that fateful day in pre-Markham carried with it an unintended consequence, that being one of the common energy forms that was able to inhabit Seraphine's previously unknown daughter and the mother of Coby, Angelique. Because of this, Seraphine wasn't able to pass on to her successive generations the pure form that she was in the body of Seraphine, as the necessity of Human procreation would always carry with it the unwanted hitchhiker of the more common energy awareness. So, Sera would always take a backseat in the mind of every offspring until late teen development. This is when she could begin to fight for dominance, to emerge as her own awareness alongside the usurper. By this time, both residents of the one body would be very much alike, a symbiotic relationship shaping both with the difference of Sera being the more passionate twin. After a timely bonding occurred, Sera could begin to eventually overcome or, more accurately, swallow the other in her greater passions. If bonding didn't occur, Sera would only ever attain the status of an equal force, unable to dominate and only capable of control through the use of any substance that amplified passionate responses, such as alcohol. In time, the two equal, warring personalities would create madness in the other. Constant substance abuse would slow this eventuality, as it allowed Sera the advantage, but insanity would eventually occur in any case.

Marie Roy's schizophrenia was an unfortunate detail that the original energy form could never have guessed at, or even conceptualized. It would only make the battle of the two awarenesses in the one body of her successors- something else it couldn't have foreseen- all that much more complicated and difficult.

That is until our grandmother came along.

As physical mass is shaped by the particular form of energy that resides within, evolution of a living entity is governed by its energetic form, or soul. While environment plays a part, it is the reaction of the soul to environment that provides change. This change, or evolution, is often very slow so, while eight generations between Seraphine and Marie Long's three daughters seems like a long time by Human perspective, it's an immeasurable fraction compared to how long it took do develop, say, opposable thumbs. That said, it was indeed the incident between our crazy Grammie Marie and her mother that served as the catalyst to change, the first step in correcting the flaw that the need for natural Human reproduction carried with it.

Before Grammie Marie, only one offspring was possible to each woman of Sera because some part of the energy that was Sera had to be removed, split off the original, in order to be passed on. This is why it takes approximately two decades for Sera to mature far enough for bonding in each of her carriers. For example, as the volume of blood increases relative to age and mass, Sera, as only a fractional portion of each prior generation, also required time to increase herself. This is also why the trick of splitting oneself between two bodies requires time for Sera to grow sufficiently within the original host to split and still maintain control over both bodies.




Sera Ch. 31



It must also be understood that each generation of Sea retains a sort of racial memory of every generation that came before. This is how the act of 'flying' is possible when two people of Sera orgasm together while in each other's eyes. While there is no conscious memory of what Sera was before Marie Roy, there is a subconscious one, and part of that memory is the life and personality of every woman who ever bore Sera. This is almost like harbouring the ghost of all our ancestors within us, but is actually more like being a medium of the imprinted information, the data that keeps the memory of those ancestors intact. 'Data' of certain ancestors are more dominant than others, depending on the personality. For example, my/Steven's dominant ancestral data is Eleonore because I have a lot in common with her while my/Kitten's dominant ancestor is Dolanna for the same reason. As a further example, Ashleigh's dominant ancestor is Rebecca. Though Auntie didn't know of this ancestral record until we told her, she was aware of Rebecca's memory within her in some instinctual measure, more so as she got older, which is why she often refers to her as though she's still alive. This racial memory is also how I/we, Steven/Kitten, came to be aware of all this when we made love in Ashleigh's apartments that early morning. Only we two can access this record, though Sheila has the record of Sera's conception.

What Samantha did to Grammy was not only a bonding, but an overload that severely damaged both residing personalities. Along with her severe infliction of schizophrenia and the dominant personality record of Coby, Marie left home to become the monster that would eventually raise three children without the instinctual knowledge that only one successor was truly feasible.

Her first daughter, Auntie Ashleigh, would never bear children, and this was a result of what Samantha had done to Marie, passed to Ashleigh. Within Marie, Sera intuitively understood this and desperately used her husband to create Sheila in order that the line could continue.

Ironically, Sheila was actually the first successor of Seraphine to be born without a human soul. This was because Marie would have miscarried Sheila as her ancestor, Marie Roy, had miscarried Seraphine minutes before inhabitation of the new energy form. Only Sera allowed Sheila to live, however, after expending part of herself on Ashleigh, Sera was much diminished within Sheila, and this failure was a subconscious reason on Marie's part for her treatment of her second daughter. Seemingly unviable, it certainly wasn't expected that Sheila would later on give birth to a daughter with all of Sera's proper abilities, so a third attempt had to be made.

Kathleen came about out of pure panic. For the first time, Sera could see the end of herself on the horizon, and whatever was left of Marie's psychological integrity was sacrificed when a sufficiently large portion of Sera was removed from Marie to ensure Kathleen's chances of continuing its human existence. It worked, but almost backfired when Marie's rapid deterioration didn't allow for a bonding at the appropriate time, and only three things allowed her third daughter to escape psychological disaster before such a late bonding with us/Steven. First was the fact that such a strong dose of Sera had been downloaded to Kathleen that, in addition to later massive substance abuse, Sera had little trouble quelling her counterpart personality within Kathleen's mind. Second was an early form of bonding with Sheila, and the third factor was that her schizophrenic affliction was relatively light.

Finally, it must be explained that Sera not only exists within her Human hosts, but also as a whole. The record itself is a sort of awareness that one might describe as an entity, or even a sort of god. This entity is the true source of Sera's progression, the overseeing of her survival and evolution, and the instinctual drives within the part of her that we all individually carry to make sure the right decisions are made with her interests as priority. For example, bonding is an instinctual process that wouldn't happen without the influence of this 'god'. Eleonore probably never would have forced Finn Gallagher on Dolanna, Odette wouldn't have later killed her, Rebecca wouldn't have hung herself, Marie's second and third daughters wouldn't have come about otherwise and Ashleigh wouldn't have been so hell bent on reuniting the family, most especially us/Steven/Kitten. One might say that we of Sera are divinely inspired in some of the things we do.

And this is why I/Steven was born as a male. Sera could have easily created a male successor from one of the genepools provided, indeed had many times used material from contributing male genetic codes in the making of her offspring. The obvious reason for why she didn't was because only a woman could guarantee that the line continue because only women have and therefore control the womb, that all important wellspring of life. The unexpected event of a daughter born to Sheila provided an opportunity to finally create a male.

 

Steven

Returning from all the places where and when Kitten and I were during our bonding was a stressful event, much more so than its imparted knowledge and so much more detail that could never be written. It was like being jolted to wakefulness from a deep sleep by a loud noise in a place I was unfamiliar with. Strangely, the world of recognized reality, those surroundings of Ashleigh's orgy room, was what seemed wrong and alien as parts of Kitten's mind lingered in my own, entwined like a needy lover to my understanding and recognition of self.

I let out a breath that I'd been holding for who knows how long, Kitten doing the same thing as she suddenly relaxed. We were exhausted, both physically and mentally and, a moment later, she was lying out full length on me and we were in each other's arms, just resting and still sexually connected.

"Are you two okay?" Sheila voice came with quiet hesitation.

I'd forgotten they were even there. Looking over Kitten's shoulder, I regarded them, all three with expressions of curious concern as they peered at us. My reply, to my surprise, was a giddy laugh.

After a few minutes, they helped us up, both Kitten and I only then noticing how we were bathed in sweat. They ushered us to a seat on the steps that ringed the mattress, side by side, where Kitten's shaky voice posed the question on both our minds.

"H-how long...?"

"About fifteen seconds," Ashleigh replied, using my cousin's dress to mop perspiration from her face while my naked mother peered closely at mine from less than a foot away.

"Fifteen... seconds?" I asked with incredulity. It seemed like it must have been a lot longer than that.

"Maybe fifteen, yes," Mum confirmed, somewhat rudely snatching Kitten's dress from her sister's hand once she was done with it to mop my face. "Are you sure you're alright, sweetie pie? You're white as a sheet."

"Yeah, I- I'm good. We... uhhh."

"We had an experience," Kitten dully provided.

"Yeah, no shit," Sheila sarcastically breathed.

It was hard explaining it all to them. Part of the difficulty was in putting some of it into human language but, also, the constant distraction of Kitten along with my desire to just be somewhere alone with her kept getting in the way. By the time we did get our experience across, the sun was well up and we were feeling like we needed to sleep for a week.

Ashleigh finally led us out of her orgy room, across the clearing and through the tall double doors into what was indeed her own apartment. We were showed to her bed, helped into it to lay side by side where we both promptly passed out.

I woke up after dark with her riding me. The only other person there was a servant, probably left to keep an eye on us and/or run for anything we might need when we awoke. She watched as we made love, both of us avoiding the other's eyes through unspoken decision when we came together.

"I love you, sweetie pie," she told me afterwards.

She was lying beside me with her head on my chest, happy and content. I could feel this as well as her love for me. Sera had created a bond between us that didn't even require eye contact.

"I love you too. To think, I figured you were retarded." I mentioned with mild wonder.

"I know," she informed with a tone that was clearly less than impressed. "I should be pretty mad about that, y'know."

"Well, you thought I was weird," I defended with a smile.

"Don't try to make excuses," she warned as she wiggled further into me.

I sighed with an easy smile and suddenly realized that I was happy. This might sound stupid but, after everything I'd been through since my father had 'disappeared', this sudden realization completely surprised me.

"What?" she asked, somehow sensing my epiphany.

"I'm happy."

She raised herself a little, my hand stroking her bare back as she looked at me with a curious smile and replied, "Me too. I've never been happier. And not just happy like I was when I finally got daddy to fuck me, but contented happy. Like everything is right for once... Like it never could have been without you. Because even with Daddy, I wasn't really happy. I couldn't be because I was just... Daddy's little girl. I was his kid who helped out and got a bigger allowance for it. Now I'm yours and I have a purpose. I'm... yours. ... It's so hard to explain, but I guess I don't have to with you."

"No," I confirmed. I know you now, how you feel, how you felt... who you are and who you were. It's weird."

"But beautiful."

"Yeah. You know, I was so worried about how you'd take what will eventually happen to us, what I call our 'dilution'. But, not only are you alright with it, but now I am too. That's partly because you are, but also because learning the family history helped a lot, knowing that I was a part of something much larger than myself and that I have an important part to play in it."

"I felt the same way," she agreed. "When the whole story of our family's history was done last night and I went back to my apartment to get changed and it all soaked in. I mean the influence, the power, the money and the line of women who allowed us to exist as what we are. I suddenly felt so important. That's really why I'm so happy now, I think. Because of you too, but you're a part of all that- my identity- that I finally have. But it was more important for you. You were afraid. Afraid of what would happen with you and your mummy and stuff."

With a sigh, I admitted, "Yes. I knew things that you didn't and I couldn't tell you because of Ashleigh and because we just weren't that close, but bonding with you created a deeper understanding. I no longer fear being shoved aside by Sera, in fact I don't even see it like that anymore. It's been happening since I bonded with my Mum, a natural, necessary progression that will eventually define who I am. I understand now that I'm as much Sera, the variant Human, as I am Steven, the normal kid who glued all the bathroom doors shut in high school. Sera's development as a variant of Humanity, something she has as much right to as the more common energy inhabitation of Humanity, has only ever been hampered by that more common counterpart's presence and, while it's true that she loves that counterpart as much as she loves her family members, it's been a stumbling block for generations. All that said, I also understand that part of my acceptance of it is because of yours."

At this, Kitten shrugged with a little smile, gently tweaked my nipple and replied, "I'm a pretty simplistic person compared to you. I don't overcomplicate things and I think Sera finds that a lot easier to work with. Besides, It's not like that part of us will die or anything. We'll just be... sort of sitting down, enjoying a nice triple vodka with milk while Sera takes over."

I couldn't help but chuckle at this analogy.

"Right?"

"Right," I agreed. "Just like Ashleigh told me. And as for her..."

"What about her?"

"I think I understand her a lot better now, too. I even trust her. Mostly."

"'Mostly?'"

"Well, she did lie to me about a few things. For one, Mum was stabilized as soon as she and I bonded, more so after she and Sheila started getting along again, but Ashleigh allowed me to believe otherwise so that I'd be inclined to support her staying. I get that it was for the greater good of Mum, Sera and the family, same as with her other lies and, had I been in her place, I'd have probably done the same thing, but she's still a tricky one. She's been a long time without the benefit of a human counterpart within her and she tends to... be a little inhuman in some ways."

"Maybe," Kitten allowed, "but that'll be us too someday. Besides, Auntie Ashleigh's first and foremost concern is, always has been and always will be, Sera and the family."

"You're very trusting."

"And you're very paranoid. Even now."

"It's served me well," I parried.

After a pause where she languidly stroked my chest with light fingers while I ran mine through her long hair, she looked at me with a question mark imprinted on her perfect features.

"What?" I prodded.

"Well... Ummm, I was wondering what..."

"Spit it out, Kittenface."

"(Giggle) Well, I kinda wonder what our, ummm... sex life will be like."

"Pretty fuckin' great, I would imagine."

"... Yeah, but I mean... are we gonna... have other people? Besides our mummys and Auntie Ashleigh, I mean?"

I beheld her face, the expression in her sparkling eyes, and saw there the hope that I'd understand her need for hedonistic gratification. I replied with an understanding smile and another sigh.

"That's something else Ashleigh was right about. Christ, even Mum said it, and it's not like Sheila ever had any qualms about it. We're not like other people and it's stupid to try to be. I'm not going to cling to what was anymore, pretending I'm like regular people by trying to imitate their social behaviours for the benefit of... whatever. Our perversions run a lot deeper than what those behaviours would allow for and I know now that they can never be satisfied within the socially acceptable boundaries that are realistic for the milder perversions of normal people."

"I was hoping you'd say something like that," she said with a face splitting grin.

"Don't get too excited," I warned with a smile and a fistful of her hair, "because Ashleigh is also right about how dangerous it is to be fucking around out in public. That little scene at that hotel bar could've gotten waaay outta hand really easily."

"You enjoyed that little scene!" she accused.

"I know I did, that's why it went so far and how it could've gotten way outta hand. We have to be careful and not let our passions run away with us. Even Rebecca knew that."

Mention of that name sobered the conversation somewhat. I went back to stroking her hair during a long pause which she eventually broke.

"I know, you're right. That's what Auntie Ashleigh means when she says she wants me to keep an eye on your mummy because of that stuff. She asked me after your Mummy and I had that little night out together with a family of four. I was pretty surprised she'd ask me, being so much younger and everything."

"Yeah, you mentioned that before, and I think Mum mentioned that little night out. ... Did you have fun?"

"Oh yeah. At the time, though, I didn't have the understanding of what we are that I have now, so I was also wracked with guilt about you and Daddy and... and Gina." Her mood suddenly changed and she asked with plain misery, "Oh, Stevie, what are we gonna do about her? I feel like... Oh, fuuuck..."

"I know how you feel," I sympathized, "and that's another aspect of how and why we need to be careful. I don't like the idea of becoming something with little or no regard for other lives, no matter if they're different than us."

"I... fuck, I'd never think of abusing one of my cats, but look at what I did to her. Stevie, what are we gonna do?" she asked again, almost pleading this time with tears standing in her eyes.

"We'll take care of it," I told her. "I'll help you. I promised I would and I always keep my promises. You'll see."

I wiped the tears that made it down her cheeks, thinking of the promise I'd made to Mum and how I'd actually failed in keeping that one and without a clue as to how in hell I was going to accomplish this feat concerning Gina, or just how I managed to get myself into these situations.



Sera Ch. 32



Kitten

I knew damned well he didn't have a clue as to how to go about fixing things with Gina. I didn't tell him that though, because I believed in his promise. I believed in him. Anyway, I assumed that, between my conniving and his nerve, we'd come up with something. I suppose that's how we ended up sitting in the very same Tim Horton's where Gina gave me my first vibrator, both of us staring across the table at one another and at a total loss as to how to proceed.

"If only you didn't tell her not to look me in the eyes," I lamented in a low voice. "It was the worst thing you could have-"

"Yes, okay, you've said that at least thirty times since we left Montreal and, incredibly, it's still not helping, Kitten."

"Well, it was dumb."

"Not at the time."

"Shitload of good that does us now. Dammit, sweetie pie, you immobilized our only weapon!" I hissed. "How are we supposed to get her to listen to us? She'll run for the hills the second she sees us!"

"Maybe we can surprise her," he moped without much conviction.

"Gimmie a break," I mumbled, taking a sip from my coffee.

After a pause in our deliberations, he ventured, "Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way."

"How's that?"

"Well, we keep trying to solve this problem with the idea that we can use Sera on her, but maybe what we need to do is use Sera on somebody else."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like a middleman. Somebody who she wouldn't see coming and could approach her on our behalf. Somebody we can program to say what we need said, but who will forget everything afterward."

"It won't work."

"Why won't it?"

"Because I know her. She'll run the second she understands that we've sent this person. She'll have nothing to do with it any more than she ever had anything to do with other strippers. When she blocks somebody or something from her life, she doesn't mess around."

He sighed, understanding the gist of what I'd said, his eyes wandering in disappointed thought as he raised his cup to take a drink. The cup froze, his eyes suddenly locked on something over my shoulder as his expression changed.

"Maybe that all depends on who we send."

I looked over my shoulder just in time to see the big police officer with the flat-top brush cut catch my Stevie's eye. His expression immediately changed to 'asshole' as he interpreted Stevie's direct eye contact as a challenge, naturally glaring right back. Then his expression slowly changed to a blank look as he stood there in a trance.

"Oh, shit," I breathed as Stevie got up to approach him.

A minute later, he had the officer sitting beside me at our table. People were looking, albeit while trying to hide the fact, and I had to convince myself that the last thing anybody would ever think about this situation would be the actual truth of what was going on. Stevie, I realized, had a lot more nerve than what I'd given him credit for; that, or he was crazy. Or both. Either way, I was going to kill him later.

Glancing at the officer's nameplate, he started with, "We have a job for you, Alger."

"... Job..." Officer Alger replied.

With a sarcastically raised brow, Stevie commented to me, "Oh good, we've got a smart one."

"Sweetie pie!" I warned with a hiss as I darted nervous eyes around at the people who were still surreptitiously looking.

"Relax," he told me with an infuriatingly casual tone before condescendingly addressing the officer again. "Yes, a job. Pay attention, now."

Five minutes later, we were standing outside in the parking lot with our coffees, watching the officer leave in his cruiser to go do our bidding, then forget all about us. Stevie waved him off with a carefree smile and I gave him a hard, backhanded slap in the gut.

"Hey!" he protested.

"You crazy jackass!"

"Jackass? I just solved our problem!"

"By using a police officer!?"

"He's the only person she'll be forced to listen to. Anyway, what difference does it make? He's no more a threat to us than Mickey Mouse."

"Mickey M-?!" I started, changing my mind when I remembered some of his mummy's tales of the things he did in school. "Jeez, no wonder you almost drove your mummy insane! Let's just go!"

"I'll have you know my Mum loves me very much," he pointed out as he followed me to the Caprice."

I didn't reply because, with my back to him, I allowed myself a smile, one I couldn't let him see. His solution was brilliant but, since his dark and depressed personality had lifted with our bonding, the cavalier attitude that replaced it suggested the kind of personality that obviously shouldn't be encouraged. Daddy would probably love him for it.

However, even he was nervous later on when he turned the engine off in the driveway of my former home. Daddy's truck was in the driveway beside Peggy's car, Gina's Vette gone like I knew it would be, since she was at work. Sitting there, it somehow seemed as though I'd been gone for years, though in another sense, it was like I'd only been gone for the morning. The world outside the estate was strange enough after the time I'd spent there, but this, the prospect of what lay ahead of me within the walls of Daddy's house was downright frightening.

"You sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Stevie asked.

"No. I mean, I wish you could, but it's better if I go and break the ice by myself. Besides... you have to wait for Gina. ... Shit."

"Don't worry," he said as he himself worried almost as much as me. "I'll handle Gina and your dad loves you; from everything you told me about him, he'll just be happy that you're happy. And if all else fails..."

"I don't want to have to do that."

"I know, especially with Gina knowing... but if you think you have to..."

I nodded my understanding, took a large gulp of Tim's coffee that I'd spiked heavily with vodka and sighed as I opened the door. In my usual painted on, worn gray jeans and pink T-shirt, the walk to the foot of the eight steps that led up to the veranda on the side of the house seemed to take both forever and not long enough.

I'd just gained the top when Daddy came through the screen door, took four long strides and scooped me off my feet in a bear hug that drained almost all the tension from my body. He held me in this embrace for a good fifteen seconds while I hugged him back, the only man I'd ever known before Stevie, making me feel safe and protected like he always had. Strangely, it was only then that I really missed him.

When he finally let me go, he glanced down at the Caprice, then at me. Avoiding direct eye contact with the techniques my Stevie had taught me, I smiled and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, the one I often gave him in public that meant a lot more than what it looked like.

"I was worried shitless about you," he said, looking me up and down as though to assure himself that everything was properly in place and undamaged. "When Gina came home without you and she was... I knew something was wrong. Plus, you hadn't called and... Jesus, Kathleen, I was seriously thinking about going out there! Why didn't you at least call!?"

"I... Daddy, it's complicated. A lot's happened and I..."

"Sheila?"

I laughed, but nodded, adding, "Yeah, Sheila, but a lot more. Um, what all did Gina say?"

Before he could answer, Peggy came out and I found myself in her arms while Daddy took another look down at the Caprice. The feel of her boobies pressed against mine tickled my horny and I couldn't help checking them out for a split second when she let me go.

"I've missed you, Kat," she said with concern, but with a smile of relief that I was back. Especially after... Well, you didn't call and Gina came back in a funny mood about it... Why didn't you call?"

"I meant to, but things... It's complicated, Auntie."

I realized almost immediately why her expression changed slightly. After she'd moved in and became the woman of the house, I'd always called her 'Mummy', but now it was back to 'Auntie' and, in addition to my blonde, she knew there could only be one reason for that.

"Um, let's go inside," I suggested to her as I had to Daddy, glancing at him as he looked down to the strange car for the third time and while Auntie openly regarded my blonde.

"Who's your friend?" he asked with the slightest note of suspicion. He'd always been that way with outsiders, now with good reason, but it wasn't anything that would really be a problem once I got them sat down with each other.

"He's my... my cousin, actually," I decided, taking his hand and gently tugging it towards the door before he could get me off track.

He looked at me with an expression that said he'd kinda figured that, saying, "Steven. Yeah, Gina mentioned him."

"Don't worry, you'll like him, but we need to talk about stuff before I introduce you, so let's go inside, okay?"

I finally got them through the door, the particular smell of our house coming back to me, reinforcing how it felt like only this morning and also forever since I'd been gone. Without even thinking, I kicked my snakeskin ballbreakers off at the door, taking my old seat at the kitchen table as Daddy sat across from me, Auntie Peggy to my left. Despite my nerves, I smiled quite naturally, probably because of a feeling of familiarity, of belonging that the estate would never hold for me despite how I knew that was where I really belonged. Auntie smiled back with curious patience while Daddy just looked at me with apprehension as though he was waiting for something. It was actually Auntie that started things off, throwing all my careful rehearsals out the window.

"Sooo... was it Sheila?"

"Well..." I replied as the sound of an American V8 pulled into the driveway with impeccable timing, "yes and no. I mean, she was there, but she didn't send the invitation."

From there, I started from the beginning, roughly and quickly outlining the whole story without getting into any real details and, of course, not mentioning anything about Sera. I also carefully omitted anything about Gina, as I had no idea what she'd told them of her time at the estate. Once an appropriate pause had passed, while they were processing my heavily and necessarily edited story, but before they could ask any questions, I asked after her for a second time.

"So, um, what did Gina say when she got back?"

Daddy, visually switching gears in his head, gave me an odd look while replying with, "She told us a little about your family- your aunts and your cousin. And Sheila, of course. Told us about your Aunt Ashleigh's estate... She was upset about something; we could tell, but she was hiding it, insisting that everything was fine. She'd only tell us that you didn't want to leave after your two weeks, that you two argued about it and that she had to leave by herself. Said she didn't know why you didn't call, but told us you were okay. ... The other day, when I mentioned going out there to check up on you, she got this... look. Like she was scared. She told me not to go there, that there was no need and that you were alright, that you'd call sooner or later. Told us she'd never have left you there if she thought you were in any danger. But, like I say, she wasn't being totally honest. Both Peg and I could tell that, no matter how she insisted that everything was fine. She's not the same Gina that left, Kitten, and I'm kinda curious as to what the fuck happened out there."

Making mental note to punch Stevie for thinking his solution would fix everything all neat and tidy here, I took a deep breath and began.

"Daddy, Auntie... I... You know how I've always been. My horny, I mean. Well, it turns out that I get that from Sheila's side of the family."

"We knew that," Auntie affirmed, looking at me with the understandable expression that this was no great news to either of them. "I mean, please don't take this the wrong way, but anybody who knows both you and Sheila would know that."

"Yes, but... I mean that we're all like that. Not just me and Sheila, but Auntie Ashleigh, Auntie Kathleen and m- and Stevie, too. So, like we do things here that we really shouldn't be doing, the same thing happens at the estate and... well, Gina and I weren't getting along the whole time because of some of that stuff."

Daddy nodded his understanding, but Auntie disputed this with, "Kathleen, knowing Gina as I do, I don't think that would bother her too much. She loves watching the three of us because we're all directly related."

"I know," I agreed, "but this is different. There's a staff there that ummm... provides... It's uhhh... not exactly like it is here, and Gina..."

"I see," Auntie said, a curious mixture of sympathy and judgement in her eyes as she sat back in her chair, then asking, "So, how are you and your mother getting along?"

Okay, that pissed me off, especially how she accented the word 'mother', with a pointed look at my blonde while her expression said everything was okay. Did she think I was stupid? Did she think I was a child?

The answer, of course, was yes. She did think of me as a child. She always had and always would. Furthermore, the same was true of Gina and even, most hurtfully, Daddy. I could understand how they'd think that, but they were wrong and it still angered me. I wasn't a child, especially not since I'd bonded, and I heavily resented being treated that way. If there were any lingering doubts as to where I belonged, Auntie Peggy's question settled them firmly, once and for all.

Obviously, she expected an answer, as did Daddy, for that matter, and she just as obviously had the nerve to look me in the eye while waiting for that answer. I mean why wouldn't she? That's how children are treated, right? So, moving my eyes from the bridge of her nose to settle directly on hers, I gave her the answer she so condescendingly expected.

"Actually, we're getting along quite well. You shouldn't have a problem with that."

After blinking in sudden, mild confusion, she replied, "No... no, I shouldn't."

"I mean, she is my mother and, as everyone has pointed out so many times, I'm a lot like her, so there's no reason why we shouldn't get along and that's perfectly alright."

"Yes," she agreed, "perfectly alright."

I looked at Daddy then, showing an appropriate smile that suggested I was at ease while still taking the conversation seriously. Inwardly, however, I was searching for any sign that he was aware of what had just happened.

Other than a quick glance at Auntie that suggested he found her reaction to my answer to be oddly out of character, there was no suspicion on his part that anything abnormal had just happened. And why, I suddenly wondered, would there be? How would he ever guess at my abilities?

"Kitten," he began, looking back at me, "I... Well, your attitude towards Sheila before you left wasn't a very positive one, and I have to wonder..."

"I understand," I said," but it's like I told you, like you, Auntie and Gina have always told me: I'm a lot like Sheila. The fact that I seduced you is proof of that, the fact that I maneuvered Gina into the house even further proof. I'm not saying I agree with what she did to you- to us- but, after hearing her side of things, I understand why she did it, that she actually left for us. She told me that she could never have been a proper wife and mother to us, that she'd always be a humiliating embarrassment to us both. She knew it then and I saw it for the unfortunate truth it was, even though we weren't getting along when she told me. She didn't want to leave. She loved you, and, I think she still does in her own way. She says that we're her only regrets."

I paused while Daddy seemed to accept this before I continued.

"Also, she knew that Auntie wanted you, that she'd remain true to you and be the woman you deserved. She stepped aside for what was best for us. She herself admits to being a whore and a home wrecker, but nobody's all bad and that includes her. And... neither am I. Daddy, I'm not home to stay. I wanted to see you, to explain what's been happening, but I'm going to be living with my other family from here on."

Again, he nodded slowly as a sad smile spread across his face and he said, "I'm not surprised, not after Gina's description of the place and all."

"Daddy, that's not why I decided to live there. It's because... because I am like Sheila, my mother. Because it's the right decision for both me and my family here in Langley in the same way that Sheila's decision to leave all those years ago was the right decision for us. I don't belong here anymore. I belong with the side of my family that shares all of my... peculiarities. I was never... I was unhappy here because I'm so different. Because I was isolated from others on account of it, but that's not how it is there. At the Estate, I'm not... I'm not..."

My eyes filled with tears as I tried to explain, but I should have known that I didn't have to. Daddy got up and came around the table, putting his arms around me and making me feel so protected again, the little girl I knew I wasn't anymore.

"I understand, Kitten. I do. And you're right, your life here... It wasn't healthy. It was just what we felt had to be for your own good, your own protection from yourself. But I can tell you've changed since you've been gone, I saw it as soon as I came through that door and, even though I'm losing my daughter, I know that what you've gained is a lot more important. From the very beginning, I've done my best to provide for you, to teach you to be what you've always had such trouble becoming. I can't stand in the way of that now that you have it, and our relationship, as much as I cherished it for so many reasons, did stand in your way. I always knew it did, even though you didn't, but I was selfish."

Still crying, I tried not to sob, "Oh Daddy, I seduced you; it's not your fault."

Shaking his head, he countered with, "I was responsible for what was best for you. Yes, you seduced me, but I allowed myself to be seduced for my own selfish reasons. I... I wanted you. I hate myself for this, but it's like you were a second chance at..."

"Sheila," I finished for him. "I know that, Daddy. That's what I was counting on. I knew how you felt about her and I used it against you. You should be mad at me."

With tears standing in his eyes, his response was to wrap his arms around me again, lifting me clear out of the chair this time, hugging me close as my arms wrapped around his back, legs around his waist. After a minute, he put me down, my horny shifting to second gear as I looked up at him, sniffing and smiling now that we had this sad understanding between us.

"So..." he began, gesturing with his head at the door.

"Yes," I replied, correctly reading him, "Stevie and I are together. We're very happy and... alike."

Once again, he nodded understanding, but said, "Well, I'd like to see that for myself. Why don't you run and get him?"

I looked at Auntie, closed her up neat and tidy as she looked at me with an understanding smile, then back at Daddy, agreeing with, "Okay. Daddy, you'll love him, I know it."

 

Steven

As soon as Kitten and her family went inside, I got out of the car, leaning against the closed driver's door in the rattiest work clothes I owned, (This, according to Kitten, would make the best impression on her father) and taking a heavy swig of the supposedly odourless pint of vodka from my back pocket. Swallowing the vile stuff, I tried to calm my nerves, remembering the time I met Staci's parents.

It hadn't been planned. I just happened to be there because she wanted to get changed before we headed out to a party. Her parents weren't there when we'd arrived and, watching her get changed in her room, I couldn't convince her to let me fuck her on her bed. She was afraid her parents would come home. Well, they did and, while they were polite enough after Staci's introduction, I could sense a dismissive attitude towards me on their part. At the time, I thought it was because they didn't consider me to be good enough for their daughter, which may have been an accurate assessment on my part but, standing there in John Hale's driveway, I suddenly realized another very probable reason for their attitude towards me.




Sera Ch. 32



Being the kind of social whore she was, Staci's parents had probably met quite a few 'boyfriends'. Naturally assuming I wouldn't be the last, why wouldn't they be dismissive towards me? I had quite a little laugh over this, the silent kind of belly laugh one has over such things, before I took another gulp, capping the bottle afterward and tossing it back into the car through the open window behind me.

The truth was, I'd been thinking of Staci quite a lot during the trip out west to fix the Gina situation. I'm not sure why. Perhaps I was only revisiting that time in my mind, comparing that conceited little twat to what I had in Kitten. A part of me, though I knew it was a bad idea given my past there, was really tempted to continue on to Vancouver to take out some revenge on her for dumping me the way she had, for hurting me. After my little realization surrounding her parents' attitude towards me that evening, I no longer felt that was necessary.

I was still smiling about that, about to laugh again and somewhat less nervous about meeting my Kitten's dad when the familiar red Corvette pulled into the driveway, stopping a few feet behind the Caprice.

For her comfort, if that was possible, I was wearing a pair of black tinted sunglasses, the kind my mother calls 'Corey Harts'. Obviously prepared, she was wearing a similar style, staring at me from behind the windshield without turning her car off, as though considering backing out and making a run for it. Realistically, I couldn't blame her if that's what she was thinking, but that wouldn't help her any more than it would Kitten and I. Apparently realizing this herself, she finally turned the engine off, slowly opened the door and got out. She was wearing a very smart, dark gray business suit with a knee length skirt that her hips looked deadly in. Her satin, teal blouse was buttoned right to her neck, and I wondered if she was really as uptight as Kitten had described, or had her stay at the estate brought that about in her? In any case, it made me want to fuck the daylights out of her.

She stood by the side of her car for another long moment, daring herself to approach it seemed, before she did, a valise clutched in her left hand. When she finally stopped just out of arm's reach, she looked at me, a small sticker still on the corner of one of her lenses that alluded to the strong possibility that she'd bought them on her way home. Smart woman.

"Hi, Gina."

She didn't reply, but I could see her shivering a little, like it was twenty-eight below rather than above. Noting her beautiful, jet black hair, I cleared my throat and got to it.

"Yeah, so I take it you spoke to Alger?"

She stiffly nodded her affirmative of this assumption.

"Well, what he told you is true. We don't mean any harm. I wouldn't let Kitten do any harm. Back at the estate, I knew from the beginning you were in trouble, but I couldn't just... tell you. I wanted to, but it wasn't that simple. I tried to warn you, but..."

"Inconvenient truths and swimming with sharks," she toned.

"Yeah," I said, looking at her feet before adding, "I didn't want you to get hurt. I helped you, or tried to, in ways that you can't remember. Mum also wanted you safely out of our influence. She really likes you and- please don't tell Kitten this- but she was the one who came to me about actually getting you outta there. Even Ashleigh really likes you, but she has a different... way of seeing stuff, and we had to do it behind her back because-"

"You weren't supposed to be here," she interrupted. I even told her to stay away, but here you are, actually hypnotizing a cop to get me here. You were supposed to stay away."

Her voice was rising and I had to say something to de-escalate her emotions, so I told her the truth.

"I know, but... Gina, fuck... I did what I did the way I did it because I thought it was best, but Kitten is very upset about what happened. She's not the same person that... that attacked you in the corridor the day you left. I've spoken to her and she understands the wrong she's done, and she's full of guilt about it. In addition, here's you, still afraid and feeling what you're feeling for the same reason, that being that I fucked up. I did what I thought was best to ensure that you and this household would be safe from her, but I didn't realize how... Christ, look at you. You can't go on like this and neither can Kitten. I know you still love her, and she loves you too. She knows she can't live here anymore, that she belongs with me at the estate, but she has to have closure on what happened, and so do you. Gina, your family is safe, but there has to be a better understanding between you and Kitten for both your sakes."

"You did things to me," she accused, her voice now more accusatory but still frightened.

"Gina... Yes, I admi-"

"You all did. I don't remember what all, but I know you did... things."

I sighed, unable to deny, or even defend against that, but replied, "Yeah, look... we're not like normal people. I'm not gonna get into just how or why, but we're not. If you'd been some ugly fuckin' toad of a woman, you'd have had a chance, but look at you. I'm sorry, but you were like the fatted cow paraded in front of a group of men who hadn't eaten for a week."

"How flattering," she commented without a trace of humour, adding, "You think that excuses you?"

"No, but... Imagine the injustice a cow would feel if it could understand that it was being slaughtered because you like beef and you have to eat. Should you be held accountable because you like cheeseburgers? Would you stop eating them for the cow's sensitivities?"

As soon as it was out of my mouth, I knew it was a really shit analogy.

"That's a really shit analogy," she spat at me, her tone becoming still less frightened, more righteously angry, and I couldn't help but admire her for it, wanting to fuck her all the more.

"Yeah, well it's not like it's an easy thing to explain. Imagine how I felt trying to sort all this shit out for myself when I first realized that something was wrong with Mum. You can't imagine-"

"So, I'm supposed to feel sorry for you and your god-damned family now? Fuck off."

" ... No, I didn't mean... I'm just trying to tell you... I was trying. Trying to save you from us, but-"

"Well, thanks for trying, but I'm afraid you really fucked that up, didn't you? Maybe you should have seen to it that both Kitten and I were put out of that house before she got screwed up by you and your freakish family's drunken values and-"

"Shut up!" I snarled, suddenly angry, pushing away from the car to step closer to her. Startled, she moved back, raising her valise to hold between me and herself as I told her a thing or two about my freakish family.

"You have no fuckin' idea what you're even talking about! No idea how lucky you really are! You think you've suffered? You think you're little life has been fucked up!? Others have ended up having their lives totally ruined on account of us! One person has been actually killed on account of us!" To her horrified expression that her sunglasses couldn't hide, I replied, "Yeah, threw herself off a fuckin' bridge because my grandmother told her to! And ya know what happened to that crazy old bat! Huh!?"

Frightened again, she barely had time to shake her head before I told her.

"My mother killed her! Climbed into her head and took her to a hell that she created in her own mind! She literally died of an extreme terror that I don't even wanna try to imagine! The look on her face was bad enough, but Mum did it to protect others from her! So nobody else could get hurt or killed by her! As for how Mum and Sheila grew up, being raised by something like that, well that's something else you can't imagine! Finally, Kitten is facing the total loss of her family! She's up there right now trying to fix things so they'll understand some nice, cleaned up reason as to why she won't be living here anymore and, no matter what you think, she has a right to have contact with them! You know her better than I do, Imagine what it'll do to her if she can't! She didn't ask to be born what she was any more than anyone else in the family did, so, get the fuck over yourself and, if you do love her, help me fix things once and for all!"

It wasn't what I'd planned but, after a few moments of absorption, she maintained in a high, frightened voice, "She can't be here."

"She won't be," I assured, getting hold of my own temper, "And she well knows now why she can't be but, again, imagine what it'll do to her if she can't even visit once in a while, can't even call up to say hi to her father. And, as far as that goes, imagine what it'll do to him if she can't. What do you think you can tell him to make that alright?"

And, once again, this time without the help of Sera, I'd given Gina religion. I could tell before she nodded her final understanding. Slowly, her valise dropped back to her side and she actually leaned against the car and started to cry a little. I wanted to put my arm around her, to comfort her, but I knew I couldn't, knew I couldn't even say anything.

 

Kitten

Walking out to the railing and looking over, I saw her down there, leaning her back against the side of the Caprice, looking at the ground as Stevie did the same. She looked great in her business suit and, as scared and nervous as I was about the confrontation I was about to have with her, I was also happy to see her. I loved her so.

"Stevie..."

They both looked up, but I only looked at Gina. Understanding what I required of him, he took a short look at my old friend as though to make sure she'd stay upright, then walked to the foot of the stairs to begin the ascent. I kept looking down at her, she up at me with an unreadable expression behind her shades until he reached the veranda. I moved away from the railing and took his hand, leading him to the door while giving him a questioning look. He nodded, clearing his throat and removing his shades to put them in his pocket before following me inside.

Daddy and Auntie Peggy were standing beside the table when we entered. I was as nervous as I knew Stevie was.

"Daddy, this is Stevie Burchell. Stevie, this is Daddy."

They both looked at me with a bit of a funny expression, and I didn't get it until Stevie offered his hand to Daddy and amended with a smile, "Steven."

Daddy took it, smiled as well and said, "John Hale. Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," my Stevie said while I felt totally stupid.

"Sorry," I offered them both with a smile. "I'm... just nervous. I've never brought a guy home like this before, so..."

They both told me it was alright and then Daddy introduced Auntie Peggy before he offered Stevie a seat at the table. I would have loved to join them but, as much as I also hated to leave Stevie alone in this situation, there was something outside that I had to face up to.

"Um, please excuse me," I said, "but I gotta go talk to Gina."

Daddy, with an understanding nod, excused me and I turned to go, his offer of a beer to my Stevie the last thing I heard before I went out the door.

She was still leaning against the car. I went slowly down the stairs, even more slowly from the foot of the staircase to the car, carefully leaning against it beside her, taking my turn to stare at the dirt at our feet. I didn't look at her, the fact that I didn't want to scare her away almost shrouding the additional reason that I found it hard to call up that kind of nerve after the things I'd done to her. Almost a minute of silence went by, broken only by the occasional car passing out on the road before I finally spoke.

"Gina... Jeez, I had all this rehearsed, but... If I could take back the things I did... I'm so ashamed. I don't know..."

She didn't reply, look at me or even move. I sighed and somehow found it within me to turn and face her before going on.

"Smutty, I acted inexcusably, but you should know that it wasn't just about how things were at the estate. I was unhappy here. I was, and I think you know that. I'm not trying to make excuses and the last thing I'm doing is trying to blame anyone but myself for the things I did to you there but, were it not for how I felt about myself and my life here, a lot of that wouldn't have happened. I resented you and what I saw as yours, Daddy's and Peggy's control in my life, and I took it out on you when I had the home turf advantage. I can never apologize enough for that and the horrible ways I took advantage of you, but... realizing this makes me see that you were right. I can't live here anymore. I can't... I need to be there with my family, the one that understands me for what I am. They know this too, that I can't stay here. Auntie Ashleigh knew it from the start and, actually, it's true of all of us. We were called there to stay there for both our good and the good of other people, especially people like you and Daddy and Peggy and Parker. I couldn't see that... Stevie tried to tell me, but I... I was so..."

She still wouldn't so much as look at me, but was it out of fear, or hatred? Both? I had no way of knowing, but it was starting to break me up. I had to have some reaction, even if it was a negative one, but I needed some acknowledgement from her.

"I-I'm trying to say that I'm gonna stay away like you want me to. But I had to... I love Daddy and Auntie, and I love you too. I had to come to say goodbye and make sure things were... Gina, please don't let what all happened at the estate make you think I don't care for you so much? If I could do it all over again, if I could take it all back... Gina, please...? I'm so sorry. I- I..."

And then I was crying again, hating myself for it, but also knowing I deserved to feel this way and worse. Before I knew it, I, the one who was running her by her own mind at the estate, was begging her.

"Gina, please, I do love you! I know I fucked up, and I know I don't deserve forgiveness, but I was- I-"

I shut up with a startled, tear sodden snort as she suddenly turned to face me, her shaded eyes raising to look at my face for the first time. Her expression was one of hurt and anger despite the tears that ran down each cheek from under the black lenses of her sunglasses. In spite of her expression, my hopes rose as I thought she was going to say something but, instead, she hauled off and punched me right in the face.

I never even saw it coming and the force of the blow knocked me backward, staggering against the side of the car before I fell right on my bum in the dirt. After the initial shock, I totally broke down, sitting there with blood suddenly dripping from my badly smarting nose, pattering in the dirt as I cried like a baby. I couldn't even look up at her, could only sit there bawling uncontrollably in pain and humiliation that my Gina had done this to me and the knowledge that I so deserved it.

But she surprised me again. After half a minute or so, she squatted in front of me. She was still crying as well, though not bawling like I was. Most surprisingly, she wasn't wearing her sunglasses any longer. Holding out a Kleenex, her now somewhat conciliatory expression offered me some hope along with the tissue that I accepted. I held it to my nose and we both cried it out. Thankfully, she was the next one to speak.

"Slutty, you're right. You weren't happy here and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why. There I was, a mother with a budding career in real estate, and there you were, forever your father's daughter with no chance for anything else. It doesn't excuse whatever happened to me, but... (sigh) I have to forgive you. Since I met you, you were different. I always loved you for that innocence and sincerity. Even when you were conniving, you did it with that same endearing, if destructive, innocence that made me love you so much."

I looked up at her, between her eyes so I wouldn't catch her in my influence and, surprisingly, she did the same. With a smile, she dug in her valise, grabbed a fresh Kleenex for herself and two for me before helping me to my feet to explain further.

"At first, that's how I saw you, this sweet little morsel of trusting and vulnerable sexuality that I couldn't resist. Later on, both your father and I found out that you were a little more than that once we realized just how vulnerable, but also calculating you were. We did what we thought was best for you and the family, keeping you curtailed and with a limited access to an outside world that we knew would either destroy you in your innocence, or you would use to eventually destroy yourself in your conniving naiveté. Even Peggy saw this, maybe better than either your father or I, considering that her connection to you has never been what ours is, and that's why it was so easily verified in our minds that our control of you was warranted and necessary.

"We knew that you weren't like other people and we knew you'd never live like other people, but we never stopped to understand exactly what that would mean for you, how unfair it would be for you. Yes, you were unhappy here, how could you be anything else? We were treating you like a child because that's how we saw you. ... Slutty, we just didn't know what else to do with you. Even now, I see it as the right decision, but only because there was nothing else we could have done. That still doesn't change the fact that it shortchanged you like it did. As much as I hate to say it, that invitation was the best thing that ever could have happened to you. You don't belong here because you can't be happy here and we can't control you any longer, and that's why you would eventually destroy this family. I do know you love me, as well as I know that I've lost you, and it... it kills me inside to know that. Since I got back here, I've tried to put on a brave face for your father and Peggy, but I cry whenever I'm alone, not just because of the things that happened at the estate, but because I lost you. I love you so much... I'm also afraid of you but, somehow, that doesn't stop me from loving you.

"But, regardless of how your father and Peggy and I love you, if you were to stay, you would ultimately destroy us and even yourself out of simple and completely understandable resentment of our control over your life and your future, no matter how well intentioned our control over you would be. No matter how much we all love you, will always love you, you can never live here again. For your own sake as well as ours. Steven tells me you know this now and I know you've said it yourself, but you need to hear it from me. Call, write, even drop by once every year or two, but don't ever stay."

I nodded, replying with a sniffling, "I know, Gina. I really do. Stevie got through to me."

"Yeah. He mentioned..."

It was by no means a happy conversation, but I was just glad that we were at least speaking despite the underlying fear and mistrust of me that Sera could detect, even if she hadn't admitted to it. And I knew these feelings about me, along with her love for me, would always exist within her. I rested in a sort of relief over our precarious understanding, looking down at the ground while dabbing at my nose until she tentatively broke the silence between us.

"So, ummm... Steven's doing the meet and greet with your dad?"

"Yeah."

She nodded, looking me over and remarking, "You do seem different, you know. I think he's been good for you."

I shrugged, replying, "He sees me differently than anybody else could 'cause we share... what we are. He respects me and says.... Well, he's younger than me and he says all the time how he thinks it's cool that I'm older."




Sera Ch. 32



"I see," she said with an understanding, yet careful smile. "But it's more than that, isn't it?"

I took my turn to smile, shrugging a shoulder, but admitted, "I can't get my way with him. He's had to accept a lot of stuff about himself, but he still has this... irritating residue of morality that we all hate and that he kinda imposes on us all."

"Remember that conversation I told you about he and I having at the estate?" she asked. "The one about swimming with sharks and inconvenient truths?"

"Yeah."

"I thought he was a weirdo, but he was trying to warn me."

"I can believe that," I replied. "He's seen people get hurt bad, and he likes you. We all do, even Ashleigh and, I think, Sheila."

She rolled her eyes at that, her expression darkening just a little, but the conciliatory smile didn't go away. Another short silence went by which I broke.

"I think it stopped," I said, referring to my nose.

"I'm not apologizing for that," she told me, still with that smile.

"I deserved a lot more," I agreed.

"Yup. I didn't want to push it though. I know how you Burchell girls fight."

"I looked down and said, "I'll never lay another hand on you, Gina. I swear I won't."

"I know," she softly assured, suddenly taking me in her arms for a nice warm hug.

I hugged her back, closing my eyes and so regretting the loss of someone who loved me so much that she could forgive even the things I'd done to her, even while she was still afraid and distrusting of me. I wanted to cry again, silently cursing myself for my unthinking abuse of her.

We held our hug for a good thirty seconds while I wished it would never end. When we separated, she took a closer look at my still smarting nose and helped clean me up. Incredibly, I didn't get any blood on my clothes.

"How long are you here?" she asked when she finished up, the tension surrounding her question obvious to Sera's perceptions.

"Not long," I assured. "I'd like to sit with Daddy and Stevie for a little while, then grab some things and go."

She nodded her undisguised approval, replying with a good humoured grin, "Speaking of, we'd better get up there. Meeting Kathleen Hale's father isn't something I'd wish on any young man, even if his last name is Burchell.

 

Steven

John Hale was about my height, ruggedly handsome and, as much as I hate to admit it, I was impressed and even intimidated from the first second I laid eyes on him. Not just anybody could intimidate me, even before Sera's influence on my life, but this guy was the definition of a 'Man'. It showed in the way he carried himself, the way he looked me in the eye (as I did him the courtesy of looking between his) and in his grip as we shook hands. Had I not known better, I'd have sworn he was of Sera. Even as a man, I could see why Kitten would seduce him, why his own sister would want him and how Gina could fall for him. In fact, beyond my own intuitions about him, Sera's awareness of what kind of person he was made me glad Gina had him in her life as a husband and father to her child.

Peggy was a very attractive, dark brunette with bright green eyes. Strangely, there was a strong likeness between her and Gina and anybody would believe Gina was her daughter, fathered by some Asian guy previous to the current living arrangement in John Hale's house. She looked me over with an open, but understandable curiosity in her light blue, sleeveless summer dress that stopped just below her knees. It was belted at her waist and enough of its buttons were left undone to show off a cleavage that was almost as impressive as Mum's. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra and I had to fight to keep my eyes on her attractive face while I was being introduced. I wanted to use every excitingly curvy pound of her.

"Want a beer, Steven?" John asked as Kitten exited.

"Please," I replied while Peggy continued to unnervingly observe me with what I knew was more than simple curiosity.

He got two cans of Kokanee from the fridge, placed one in front of me, then sat down across from me with the other. We both opened and took a sip of the cold, refreshing beverage that Sera loved so much before he began.

"How was the trip out?"

"Good," I replied, qualifying that with a smile and, "Well, a little boring once we got into Manitoba."

"The prairies," he said, nodding with an understanding, wry grin that didn't quite cover his curiosity of me. This small talk, I knew, was only to make me feel comfortable enough to answer some bigger questions. "The great nothingness. In the winter, it looks almost like you're driving down a long, straight, paved strip that runs through the ocean."

"Yeah, I can imagine. No idea how people can tolerate living there."

"Me neither, but I guess it wouldn't be so bad in a city. You wouldn't so much notice being completely surrounded by nothing. No troubles with the car or anything?"

"No, she ran fine. It's an old police interceptor and the guy my Mum bought it from went over it pretty well, too. It doesn't look like much, but it's a good car."

"One of the best cars GM ever made. ... So... you and Kathleen are together."

He said it as a statement, but I found it necessary to nod in reply as though it were a question, the feel of Peggy's close observation from my left peripheral starting to unnerve me.

"Yeah..." he said, thoughtfully appraising me for a moment before he went on. "I'm sure you can tell that she's... not exactly like other young women."

I nodded again, maintaining my phony eye contact as he went on.

"She's uhhh... pretty vulnerable in a lot of ways. Though, she seems different since she's been gone."

"I know," I said, wondering what he'd think if he knew half the real truth behind his claim. Glancing at Peggy to include her and to help negate her uninterrupted attention, I elaborated with, "To be honest, I didn't know what to think of her at first, but there was this attraction between us... a connection, I guess you could say. We both felt it. We both tried to resist it too, but it was like that eight hundred pound gorilla in the room that wouldn't be ignored and, despite all our reasons otherwise, we ended up... well, together."

He nodded, but then specified what he meant.

"What I mean to say is that Kathleen has always been vulnerable in a..."

"A childish way," Peggy finished for him.

I looked at her again, closer this time because I was a little offended on my Kitten's behalf at the way she'd said it. That's when I saw that Kitten had been inside her head. I could smell it on her and I wondered if it was only my nerves that made me miss it before then. Looking back at John, I could find no sense that she'd been inside his mind as he shot her a vaguely irritated look before addressing me again.

"Yeah, well there it is. Thing is, it's more than that. She's uhhh..."

"I need to keep an eye on her," I said, taking my turn to finish for him.

" ... Yes. Yes, that's it exactly."

"I know," I supplied with another quick glance at Peggy. "And you're right, she has changed since she's been at the estate. Our whole family is uhhh... different. I guess that's why we were so attracted. We know now that there can never be anyone else for either of us. Nobody could understand me like she can, and nobody will ever understand her like I can and, with respect, that includes you."

His expression didn't change for that last statement and I found it hard to read how he took it, but then Peggy spoke again.

"She's a lot like her mother, you know. And her mother made one hell of a mess in this town."

Looking at her, I said, "I imagine she did. Sheila is a good friend of mine; I love her both as a friend and as my aunt, but I also see that there's a lot of things about her that are... less than nice. Yeah, Sheila made one hell of a mess pretty much wherever she landed, and yes, Kitten shares some of her less than admirable personality traits... but then, I'm nowhere near perfect either."

Looking back to John, "Like I said, Sheila is a good friend to me, and Kitten... Kitten is a good wife to me. We're not married yet, but we will be and, in the meantime, I consider her my wife. I know her better than anyone ever could, and I love her more than anyone else on this planet, and always will."

"Well," he replied with a manner that suggested he was warming up to me, "I can see you mean what you say, but Kitten... when we say that she's a lot like her mother, I wonder if you're aware of her sexual drives?"

"I share them," I stated boldly. "All the Burchells do and that's one of the many ways that I'm the best man for her, and she's the best woman for me. I can understand and sympathize with her uncommon drives and desires as one who shares them, yet also exercise the hand of control that she lacks."

"But, do you have a hand of control?" Peggy asked. "Knowing Sheila as I do, and with your admission that you share their drives, I have to wonder at how effective that control could be."

"A good question," John pointed out.

I took a gulp of my beer, put the can down and looked him between the eyes again, knowing that he was the one to answer to where Peggy's question was concerned.

"Our relationship, our marriage, won't be like others. It can't be. We've spoken about this, the two of us, and we both realize that. Knowing Sheila and Kitten or not, neither of you can appreciate how it is with us and how unrealistic it would be for us to run our relationship like... like everyone else does theirs. The fact that she's maneuvered the situation in this house only proves that, and for us to pretend that we can live like the average couple would be unrealistic and, eventually, destructive to us both. That's why we're so good together; we both understand this; we both accept it in ourselves and each other. She's one of the people who eventually convinced me of this, but that need for an uncommon lifestyle also demands a hand of control. I know you have concerns about this, and I'm afraid I just can't put them to rest here and now with words and promises, but..."

I drew a deep breath, looking at my can of beer as I sighed it out, briefly considering how to finish. For their part, they seemed to understand this and let me have those moments to arrange my thoughts.

"You see... my own mother is also... affected. I love her almost as much as I do Kitten, but I know she lacks that control herself. Not in the same ways Kitten does, but she does. In fact, where Kitten's likeness to Sheila stops, her likeness to my mother begins. Yes, I do understand the need for some measure of control and I do have that measure of control within myself, despite the things I've come to accept about how we Burchells are, because I've already been practicing that hand of control, to the extent that a person can with a parent, with Mum. I had to for her sake. Luckily for me, and Mum, our arrival and decision to stay at the estate has helped a lot. Being surrounded by a support structure of family that's... well, like us, has been a great benefit to Mum and my efforts. It's helped Kitten a lot too and will help me with her in the same way."

He was looking at me, almost imperceptibly nodding his head as he absorbed what I'd said and, just as he was about to speak, the unmistakable sound of Kitten sobbing from outside disturbed the moment. He looked towards the door, his eyes widened in fatherly concern at the broken, childlike wailing, and was halfway out of his chair before I managed to stop him with a raised hand.

"Uhhh... Kitten has had to learn a lot about herself since she's been gone, including just how much like her mother she really is. She's been growing up and... I expect that's what's happening out there right now. I don't want to speak out of turn in your house, but she and Gina have some stuff to settle and its best that Kitten... that she takes what she's got coming to her. She's growing up out there, and it'll... it'll take some of the Sheila out of her and make her a lot more manageable."

He'd frozen at my words, but slowly sank back down into his chair once I'd finished. To the backdrop of Kitten's wracked sobs, he looked at me with an unmistakable respect before addressing me.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"You seem a lot older."

"Depends on who you ask," I replied with a little smile before taking another drink from my beer.

"I don't give a fuck who thinks what about you," he stated, "I like you and I couldn't imagine a better husband for my daughter."

"I agree," Peggy said.

I wondered if they'd feel that way if they knew how badly the full erection in my jeans wanted both Peggy and Gina.

 

Kitten

I knew two things as soon as Gina and I walked into the kitchen: Both Peggy and Daddy loved my Stevie, and that Stevie's horny was in high gear. The only part of this that really surprised me was Peggy's feelings, but the way she was looking at him explained it. She was attracted to him. It was partly because of the fact that he's gorgeous, but also because of how Sera tended to attract the opposite sex. Both Stevie and I had noticed it since we started off from Montreal. It didn't make me jealous or angry, actually proud and turned on, suddenly imagining him sucking her nipples while she smiled...

I snapped out of that exciting mental image and back to reality. Stevie was talking about Jim Flaherty while Daddy nodded in agreement, shooting funny glances at Peggy while she smiled at my man, sitting straight in her chair with her back slightly arched. I was hoping Gina wasn't seeing Peggy's reaction when conversation paused and they looked up at us.

"Everything alright out there?" Daddy asked, looking from one of us to the other as though searching for something.

"Yes, Daddy," I answered.

"Well..." Peggy said with a smile for me, "You've certainly got good taste in men."

Daddy shot her another glance and I couldn't help but giggle. Stevie was a little embarrassed about her judgement, and the whole scene was such a turn on. I had to look at Gina to see how she was taking all this and found her face to be a carefully manufactured façade of passivity overtop the deep concern that Sera knew was there. Another closer look at Daddy and Peggy told me that my Stevie hadn't found it necessary to use his influence on either of them to win them over like he had. This fact impressed me quite a bit, but left me with the worry that Gina couldn't read that and could be thinking anything just then. Our understanding was already precarious enough without this and, even as my horny shifted to third, I knew I'd better get this situation quickly in hand. Somehow. Unfortunately, Daddy only made it worse.

"Kitten, I think your aunt has the hots for Steven," he joked.

Of course, he was only teasing us and, were it not for Gina knowing what she knew, it would have been okay.

"John!" Peggy gasped with an embarrassed smile as both she and Stevie blushed.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed, not being able to help another giggle, a wilder one that anyone who really knows me would hear the horny in. To Gina, I said, "It's not his fault."

I could tell she knew I meant Stevie and not Daddy, but that underlying expression remained and, despite my horny, I had to act further.

"Stevie, c'mon out to the garage and help me get some boxes."

His expression was almost hilarious and I realized that he must have a nice big boner that he really didn't want to advertise to the room by getting out of his chair just then. I went to his side and pulled him up out of it anyway, giggling again as I showed off my property to my auntie. Her eyes widened when she saw it, her smile getting a little bigger. I giggled again at how the usually decent woman was acting like such a slut. I loved it.

"Ho-ly shit!" he complained once we were halfway down the stairs. "That was so embarrassing!"

"I loved it," I admitted, barely holding back another giggle.

"Wait, did... did you know I-?"

"I had a hunch."

He shook his head at me, though with a smile that said he wasn't mad.

"Well, I wanted to show you off to Peggy," I told him with a shrug. "She's always been so... righteous with me, and so quick to point out whose daughter I am, that I thought I'd take advantage of her natural attraction to maybe show her what it's like for me in some small way. Hopefully, she'll be ashamed of herself after we're gone and your effect on her has worn off."

"Is that why you influenced her? He asked. "Out of spite?"

"Yup," I easily admitted. "I notice you didn't have to influence either of them to win them over," I told him as I opened the man door to the garage and walked into its cool, dark interior.

"I was just honest with them," he said.

Switching on the overhead lights, the fluorescents began humming loudly as they flickered to life and I asked, "About what?"

"Everything. Well, not everything. I mean about you and me. They were pretty concerned about how I was gonna handle you, but I'm pretty sure I put their mind to rest."

"Oh? You're so sure you can handle me?" I joked as I reached the corner where the flattened boxes were stored.

"You know I can, you little slut."

"(Giggle!) Here, take these," I directed, handing him a few boxes before going to the bench for a roll of packing tape.

"I take it things went well with you and Gina?"

"Yeah... a lot better than I expected, that's for sure."

"I uhhh... I heard you crying."

" ... It's alright."

"Yeah, well it must be. You seem pretty happy."

"I am. Well, maybe a lot of it is that I'm so horny right now. But I'm pretty happy that Gina doesn't hate me. She doesn't really trust me and she's a little afraid of me, but she still loves me and, even though I have to lose her and Daddy... I know it's necessary and, considering what I get in return..."

I'd paused, running my horny eyes over him with the roll of tape in my hand.

"I really am horny," I said. "Like... really fuckin horny."

"I know. Me too."

"Do you want Peggy?"

"And Gina," he admitted with that cute smile as he looked down at the cement floor.

"Well... we could have them. We'd only have to fix Gina."

"Yeah, I know," he said.

"I don't want to do that, but... if you want to..."

"No," he said, looking up at me with that smile still on his face, but finality in his tone. No, that's not why we came here and I promised your father that I'd..."

"What?"

"I'll tell you later, but I respect your father and I'm gonna keep that promise."

"Okay," I accepted, moving towards him with a sleazy little smile, grabbing his still hard cock through his jeans and adding, "But my horny has to be seen to, and really soon."

"I know," he gasped as I squeezed his beautiful member.

"And I want it really fuckin' filthy, sweetie pie. I want a family to play with."

"Okay," he quickly agreed.

"(Giggle!)"

Our decision not to play at home really paid off and was totally worth putting off my horny for the relatively short time that I had to. After packing the Caprice and the comparatively small trunk of the Trans Am with garbage bags full of my clothes and a few boxes of things such as my laptop and other personal necessities, I started up my old chariot and idled out of the garage and into the sunshine to let her warm up.

Stevie was impressed with the faded red muscle of yesteryear, and I knew it turned him on all the more to know this was my car. As for Daddy's questions of why we couldn't stay for a few days, I responded somewhat honestly, telling him that the orgy that would be inviting wouldn't go over well with Gina. He laughed, totally understanding like I kinda knew he would. We kissed goodbye, exchanging the expected well wishing, and I then said my goodbyes to Auntie Peggy before moving on to Gina.




Sera Ch. 33



Kitten

As luck would have it, we met the Kutchers quite literally by accident. They bashed the front fender of Stevie's car as they were backing their Suburban out of the adjacent space at a roadside restaurant in Kamloops. We'd just sat down beside the window, hadn't even ordered yet, when we saw it happen. Stevie swore and we went outside just in time to catch them as they were obviously about to leave. Seeing us walking quickly towards the scene, the driver correctly surmised us to be the owners of the car he'd hit, knew it was too late to run and stopped. Both he and his wife got out to deal with us, their three kids also exiting their new SUV to spectate.

I didn't mind the male head of the family and his son (and one of his daughters) ogling me, nor did Stevie, and I didn't care that his wife and two daughters were checking him out any more than he did. What pissed me off was how the father condescendingly offered us fifty Dollars to cover the damage. I knew Stevie didn't know much about cars, but I sure as hell did and I loved how he let me handle the situation.

"That won't even cover the paint," I pointed out.

"Paint?" the guy laughed, looking pointedly at the faded gray sedan.

Ignoring that, I informed, "GM doesn't even make fenders for that car anymore, and it's gonna cost more than fifty Dollars to fix this one."

Impatiently, he got another twenty-five out of his wallet, and I said, "More than that."

Now irritated, he got another fifty Dollar bill out and I replied, "A lot more than that."

His lips compressed in anger at me now, sucking in his slight pot gut as he squared his shoulders to bring himself up to his full height of well over six feet to intimidate us. He actually wasn't that bad looking in his dark blue rugby style pants and tan polo shirt, just a little out of shape and somewhat balding.

"Gimmie a break, kid," he almost sneered. "It's just an old car. You'd look long and hard before you found anybody who'd give you five hundred for it, and it's not like you're gonna get it fixed. You're just gonna use the money to go get drunk and stoned anyway, right? Am I right?"

"Oh, for god's sakes, dear," his wife complained without even the courtesy of looking at us, "just give them a couple hundred so we can leave?" she suggested. "We've got to check into the hotel by eight."

She actually looked pretty good in her tight blue jeans and white, sleeveless blouse. Her boobies were almost as big as Auntie Peggy's and her round hips matched them well at her approximately five-ten height. Her hair was a dark brown, possibly died to cover gray, but her long tresses looked good. I guessed them to be in their mid to late forties, both of them having led a privileged, upper middle class life to look as good as they did at that age.

Her husband looked at her and she almost glared expectantly back at him. When he looked back to us, his face held both impatience and irritation bordering on anger. Anybody would think that we were the ones who hit their vehicle as he opened his mouth to speak again, only to be interrupted by Stevie as he turned and addressed me with a sly smile.

"Can you imagine if the misery sisters were here right now?"

I broke out laughing. I couldn't help it, but this didn't serve to bring the guy down in the slightest as Stevie laughed with me. But that was more than a joke. It was a decision. When we stopped, we both removed our sunglasses. Of course, this had the immediate effect of making him look me in the eyes, and I had him as fast as I'd had Auntie Peggy less than five hours before.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Jim," he replied in a level tone.

"What's your wife's name?"

"Arlene," he replied."

"Kids?"

"Kayla, Leanne and Colin."

"Jim, what are you doing?" Arlene demanded, "Don't answer their questions, who we are is none of their god-damned concern!"

"Don't you know who we are?" Stevie asked her as I idly wondered how big her husband's cock was.

"Yeah," she snapped, walking right up to him, now with a total loss of patience, "You're a couple of local losers who don't know when to take the money and ru..."

"Calm down, Arlene," Stevie said with a smile.

"I'll calm down," she affirmed, though still with attitude.

Now their kids were coming forward, no longer looking down their noses at us from behind their parents, but looking at their backs with concern as they could sense that something was suddenly amiss with them. The tallest, assumedly oldest girl, looked a lot like her mother with long, dark brown hair. She had a deep suntan and, in her early twenties, her body was also much like her mother's, curvy but slimmer. Wearing tight cutoff jeans that stopped halfway to her knees and a black halter top with little spaghetti straps, she looked good and I could easily see her hanging out with someone like my old so-called friend from school, Janice Kerwin.

"Mom...?" she asked as Arlene stared with slack jaw at my gorgeous Stevie. "What are you looking at? What's going on?"

Stopping abreast of her mother, she saw where her gaze rested and, naturally, she looked to see why my cousin held her mother's attention so completely. She found out within two seconds.

"What's your name?" Stevie almost demanded.

"Kayla."

In like fashion, we influenced the other two junior Kutchers and briefly questioned them. Kayla was indeed the oldest at twenty-one. Leanne, her younger sister at age nineteen, was a few inches shorter than Kayla, slimmer, but with the same D-cup boobies, and short blonde hair, certainly dyed and probably so that she could stand out from her sibling. She wore a light, mid-thigh length, faded blue denim skirt, the kind that would stick straight out if she were to spin. It complimented her body as well as her snug, white tank top did. The denim vest and round shades (not dark enough to save her from me) added to her 'little bad girl' look.

Colin was eighteen, also tall and with dark brown hair like Kayla's, but styled like that little moron, Justin Bieber's. He was dressed much the same way with faded, baggy jeans and a white T-shirt. He'd been looking at my body the whole time and I could tell he was a total pervert. In my opinion, it was his only redeeming quality and would totally work against him.

"From here on," I started, "You five are going to be a lot nicer to us. Do you understand?"

They nodded, also verbally affirming their understanding as a retired couple walked by, looking with nosy interest at the scene but not stopping.

"And you're going to do whatever we tell you no matter how you feel about it, and answer all of our questions with utter truth."

They all nodded at these instructions of mine before Stevie fine-tuned them.

"In the meantime, and apart from treating us with respect, you'll all just go on as you always do."

Again, they all nodded and voiced their agreements to these terms, but simply stood there afterward, staring at us even though they weren't so far under our influence as to make them vegetables.

"Well...?" he prodded. ... "Go on as you always do!"

They snapped out of it all at once and Jim politely asked us how much money we wanted to cover the damage, Arlene assuring us that his cheques were good and, if we didn't trust them, they could take one of their credit cards into the restaurant and use its ATM to get whatever amount we wanted.

I giggled aloud, the Kutchers, of course, not getting what I found so funny as Stevie shook his head at them with a smile. He took out his wallet and removed his platinum card, the same as mine, and waved it at them as he let them know how little we really cared about that.

"Jim, we could buy and sell you and your family in a heartbeat. It's not the money, it's..."

"It's the principal of the thing," I finished, totally excited and still not used to influencing people like this, or all the filthy possibilities it contained.

Both Jim and Arlene seemed at a loss.

"Yeah," my cousin affirmed, "looks are so deceiving, huh? Where are you headed?

"Toronto," they all replied at once.

"That figures," Stevie commented. "Now just the girls... Where are you stopping for the night?"

To my giggling delight, Arlene, Kayla and Leanne replied in perfect Harmony, "Hampton Inn."

"And now the boys," Stevie directed, "Here in Kamloops?"

As the girls did, Colin and his father answered with a harmonious, "Yes," to which my Stevie only had one word in reply.

"Outstanding."

The Kutchers had originally reserved two adjoining rooms, each one with two queen size beds. The plan was that Jim and Colin would have one, each with his own bed, while Arlene and the girls would have the other room, Arlene in one bed while the girls shared the other. Of course, that plan was over the moment Jim hit the Caprice, that second room now for Stevie and I to sleep in once we were done with the family of five, now all in one room with us.

Jim and Arlene lay on one of the queen size beds in the nicely appointed room, watching Gordon Ramsey verbally destroying somebody on television while their children occupied the other bed. Stevie and I sat across a little round table from each other, eating the pizza we'd told Jim to have delivered since his carelessness preempted our meal at the restaurant. Shooting horny smiles of excitement at each other, we could barely wait long enough to finish our meal before commencing family playtime.

Kayla, Leanne and Colin were a bit put out that they had to watch television with their parents instead of occupying themselves with their smartphones, (I hate smartphones, the way everybody's faces are always glued to them, and I didn't like the idea that they could be taking pictures of us or texting people on the sly) but they were compliant nonetheless, especially since we'd also had Jim deliver a rather large amount of alcohol which all seven of us were sharing. The younger Kutchers liked this and, without their smartphones, they were really more bored than anything. That would change.

Once finished with the pizza, we looked at each other with apprehension, me trying not to giggle.

"So, how do we start?" I asked.

After a moment's thought, he replied, "A lingerie show?"

"Uhhh... great idea," I said, "but what are the chances any of them actually packed any lingerie?"

"Well, you brought plenty," he grinned. "They could borrow some of yours, but why not ask them just the same?"

"Um... Arlene, Kayla, Leanne... did any of you pack any lingerie, or really sexy sleepwear?"

The entire family was taken aback at my question, but Sera couldn't help noticing how it had also struck a spark of excitement in Colin.

To my unexpected delight, Arlene reported with a curious frown, "I did," while Kayla and Leanne only stared at me, both with expressions of wonder at my reason for asking.

"Oh..." I replied, looking from Arlene to her daughters as I suppressed a horny giggle. I was so excited I could barely think. "In that case, Arlene, you grab your luggage and go in the next room to change into something more comfortable. A lot more comfortable. Kayla and Leanne, go with her while I go down to the parking lot to my car. You two can borrow some of my lingerie for the night."

As they were influenced to obedience, the three of them only hesitated a moment before moving, however Arlene complained with a single word as she got off the bed, glancing fretfully at Colin. "But..."

"I don't think Colin will mind seeing you in lingerie," I assured with the giggle I could no longer hold back as I got out of my chair.

"What about Dad?" Leanne worriedly asked as Jim looked at us with silent emphasis to her question written in his concerned features.

"You're dad's gonna have a good time," Stevie replied.

"Yeah," I affirmed with a great big smile. "We're all gonna have a good time. A really good time."

As Kayla and Leanne were getting off the bed, Arlene stopped at the adjoining door, looking back at us with great concern over this to ask, "How... comfortable... do we have to get?"

"Arlene," Stevie explained, "this is a family lingerie show. Wear the most revealing outfit you can while making sure everything is covered. If it helps, Kitten will be your fashion guide; she's gonna be in the show, too."

Almost to the door, my head whipped around at him, mouth open as I drew in a breath of horny surprise.

"You'll enjoy it," he predicted as his eyes ran up and down my body. "And so will I."

There was no question that I'd enjoy it, mostly due to the heightened apprehension it produced within me and, all the way down to the lobby in the elevator, I couldn't wipe that great big smile from my face, my horny climbing the walls of the small compartment as I again wondered how big Jim's cock was.

By the time we were ready, all four of us were feeling pretty good, but I was the only one who was happy about what we were doing. Arlene and her daughters were more nervously resigned, though barely drunk enough to relax just a bit.

Jim and Colin were also feeling pretty good, my cousin creating a 'guy's night out' atmosphere that, along with the booze, somewhat settled Jim's sense of wrongness about the whole affair. Colin really didn't need any booze for that, but his inclusion where that was concerned helped with the male atmosphere so, despite that they'd all stripped to their underwear, as per my orders, they were slightly relaxed too.

So, after all five of them received some fun instructions regarding how certain anatomical parts should be referred to, the show began. I was the first one to emerge from the adjoining room in order to get the guys started on some guilt free viewing content. It definitely made me more nervous, but it was the kind of nervous I'd experienced when I danced, the kind that only excited me and made my shows all the better.

I came out to an audience of Jim sitting/lying up against the headboard of one bed, legs stretched out before him with Colin and Stevie sitting the same way on the other. All three held a bottle of something or other in their hands, the television tuned to one of those satellite music channels, this one playing a sort of club music that wasn't too fast but still had the right bass beat. Stevie's eyes lit up when he saw me. Jim's expression of mixed apprehension evaporated as quickly as Colin's did.

I'd decided on my old schoolgirl uniform 'cause I know I do it so well. The red plaid skirt was only long enough to hide the crotch of my skimpy, white cotton panties, so thin that shaved miffy was almost visible through them. I skipped into the room with a schoolgirl's giggle, my long blonde ponytail flopping, boobies bouncing pleasurably in the white lace demi-bra. I'd left my red button-up sweater with its school crest unbuttoned just far enough so that it couldn't quite cover the tops of the cups. Best of all was the red garter straps connected to the white stockings. The red garter belt wasn't visible underneath the sweater, but rode way above my skirt. I love garter belts because I know how young I look and how indecently and excitingly wrong they look on me.

Jim, as an older man, definitely got that. While Colin's eyes were all over me, his were trained primarily on my southern regions, and I loved it. It made me feel the way I did when I danced at private parties back before other people started deciding what was best for me. In that moment, looking at Jim's stunned expression, I felt incredible beyond words to describe. Without even thinking, I started into my old dance routine as though I'd never stopped. Smiling and teasing, flashing and hiding, even Stevie loved it, looking at me as though seeing me for the first time.

At the end of the song, I bent over with my bum pointed at Jim to give my Stevie a nice wet kiss that he gratefully returned. He tried to pull me up on the bed with him, but I slipped away, somehow without my sweater, to stand between his and the other, teasing their testosterone with my body as I noted how hard they all were for me. Stevie's cock practically called out my name as it strained in the black bikini briefs I'd told him to start wearing for me. Colin's smallish boxer brief's had a big, uncomfortable looking tent pole sticking straight up with a shiny wet spot on the green material while Jim's white briefs appeared to be bursting with cock and balls. I stared at each package in turn, running my finger along the inside of my now visible garter belt and licking my lips at Jim before calling his wife out.

"Ar-le-eeeene!" I sang, teasing the woman who'd called us losers earlier that day. "Come on o-ouuuuut!"

And she did. Her hair was up, makeup done flawlessly like I'd instructed, and she was wearing a baby doll made of see-through black mesh. The low cups that couldn't quite cover the top of her areolas were solid, electric blue, the tiniest black shoulder straps barely suspending their heavy cargo from almost under her arms. We could see her panties through the black mesh, the smallish front triangle the same satiny blue that held her boobies with a black string waistband. She looked great in her lingerie, her round hips very well complimented by the way it flowed over her body, and Jim was the first to whistle for her.

Her expression of the deer caught in the headlights was taken over by a smile, unsure at first, but more confident as Jim and Stevie voiced their approval and appreciation. Colin, being her son, couldn't really show any overt, positive reaction, but his eyes said it all. He liked.

"Give us a little dance, Arlene,' I encouraged, running my eyes all over her juicy curves myself.

"Oh, I..." she began to protest, even as she broke into a few uninspired moves, moving her hips to the beat.

When she turned and the guys saw she was wearing a thong, Jim and Stevie cheered and whistled again, Colin clapping along with them as he freely checked out his mummy's sexy bum. When she was facing them again, her face was flushed, but her smile was as big as it could get. Unbeknownst to Arlene, one of her thick, erect nipples had made its way out and, happily, Jim never said anything in spite of Colin's presence.

And then it was Kayla's turn. I called her out, and out she came, the same 'deer in the headlights' expression on her face that her mother wore before her. For her though, the cheering was only from me and Stevie, Jim as hampered by propriety as Colin this time, but they both stared with the same undisguised lust that was in the face of Stevie and I.

In her white lace bustier with garter straps for the matching white lace stockings, she staggered ever so slightly into the room. The strapless number really grabbed the attention, bulging her already ample bust line behind its semi see-through cups. Ending just below her belly button, its short length couldn't even come close to covering her white lace micro thong, so small that her trimmed, dark pubic bush was exposed.

With her dark hair and complexion, it was the perfect choice but, understandably, she was completely mortified to appear in present company that way. I looked at Jim and Colin, both of them still gawking and speechless, and decided they could be a little more supportive.

"Jimmy, don't you think Kayla looks nice?"

I seemed to have startled him a little. His eyes snapped to me and he swallowed nervously, his erection straining as he said, "Y-yeah, she looks... gorgeous..."

"Colin?" I expectantly asked.

"She's hot," he supplied, nodding with a sincere smile.

"Well, show your appreciation," I said. "It takes a lot to come out here dressed like that, y'know. Arlene, you too."

Jim and Colin found it within them to smile self-consciously and clap, Kayla's father giving her a low whistle as he checked out her southern regions while Arlene told her how beautiful she looked.




Sera Ch. 33



"Now, give us a dance, Kayla," I told her. "You know how."

She'd been fixated on her mother's nipple, the expression of mortification just beginning to disappear at the voiced approval of her family, but now it reappeared. With our influence, however, it wasn't like she was going to refuse my directive, so she began her little dance. She moved very well, a born stripper if I ever saw one, and the renewed cheers, whistles and clapping, especially with those of her father and brother included, made her relax a bit more. She was actually smiling a little by the time she was done, trying not to look at the bulges in the guys' underwear.

Finally, it was Leanne's turn. I reminded the Kutchers to show their appreciation and called her out for our taboo entertainment.

The most relaxed of the three Kutcher women, Leanne wore the barest smile of daring when she appeared in the doorway wearing my red, under-bust sleeve dress that clung to her every curve like a second skin. Covering her boobies was a back bra, completely sheer with solid red flower stitching and a strap that tied behind her neck. The elastic dress was tight enough so that we could see the waistband of her panties, and the hem of the dress was so short that it threatened to expose her crotch with the slightest wrong move.

The auditory approval was immediate this time, and her smile grew as she entered the room, dancing her way in without being told. Her boobies were a bit bigger than Kayla's, and the way they bounced and shook was purely delicious. Jim stared at the outline of her panties over her bum when she turned, her dance moves unmistakably erotic in an almost Hawaiian fashion with her arms raised and hips shaking.

By the time she was finished, the dress had ridden up just a little and we could all see that her panties matched her bra, black and sheer. Her pussy lips pressed against the red, flower spotted mesh in front while the bottom of her bum showed in back.

Even Kayla was staring at Leanne's body. It was such a turn on that Colin, finally having fixed his rather big cock so it wasn't so uncomfortable, was slowly stroking himself with his fingers through his underwear as he watched. His cockhead was peeking from the top of the waistband and, every so often, he'd stop and play there before going back to his shaft. Pre-cum was now freely oozing out onto his belly. Stevie was doing it too, his own cockhead peeking out from his underwear and making a delicious looking, sticky mess on his belly.

Noticing this, Arlene, her nipple still visible, quietly admonished with a slight frown, "Oh, Colin don't... don't touch yourself..."

"Why not?" my Stevie laughed.

I giggled, tearing my eyes away from Stevie with an effort and asked, "Yeah, why not? Tell him it's okay to stare at us and play with himself if he wants. Tell your husband, too."

"Uh, well... Honey, it's... I guess it's okay to stare at us and... and touch yourself. Jim, you too. Look at us and play with yourself."

"Thanks honey," he sincerely expressed, looking at her escaped nipple, then to Leanne's exposed panties as he touched himself through his briefs.

"But..." Arlene still worried with an embarrassed smile as she gestured to Colin's midsection, "His... his cock is showing."

"If it bothers you that much, then put it away for him," Stevie suggested with a sly grin."

"Yeah," I seconded with a naughty giggle.

She looked from one of us to the other, her mouth open to say something before she thought better and closed it, hesitantly climbing up on the bed afterward. Straddling her son's thighs, she bent and tentatively grabbed the waistband of his briefs and tried to pull up on them, but they were too small and he was too big. Colin was looking at her nipple, practically in his face as he gasped and twitched at the feel of his mother's efforts, and when that booby fell out, it hit him right in the face.

"Ohhh!" she exclaimed, definitely noticing this as Leanne laughed aloud.

"No," I said, stopping her when she went to pull the cup back up over it. "Never mind that, it's more important to cover up his cock."

"Yes," she agreed, glancing at me and letting go of her boob, allowing it to slap Colin's face again. "Colin's cock is more important..."

Even Kayla was entertained by this, a little smile on her face as she watched her mother. Leanne, however, was dividing her attention between this and the attention her father was giving her and her sister.

"It... it won't work," Arlene finally said, straightening up and turning to look at me with that big, beautiful booby hanging out for all to see.

"Why not?" Stevie asked, sitting up on the bed.

"Well... his cock is just too big," she explained with a frown. "I can't pull his underwear up over it."

"I see," I replied. "Well, maybe you should try pushing it down inside his underwear."

"But... I'd have to touch it..."

"Yup," I agreed.

When Stevie's hand went up the back of her baby doll, she twitched, drawing in a breath at his caressing touch on her bare bum. After a small sound of pleasure, she again bent to the task of covering her son's cockhead.

"Dad keeps looking at my cunt," Leanne stated to the room, her voice partly amused and partly proud as she tugged the front of her stretchy sleeve dress down between her legs.

"Leanne!" Kayla gasped with shocked humour at her sister's audacity.

Rubbing himself through his briefs, Jim looked embarrassed at this, glancing at his wife who was more concerned with the impropriety of her son's protruding phallus at the time. Since, however, he was allowed to look, he went back to doing just that as I diverted my attention from the situation that Stevie now seemed to have well in hand.

"What's wrong, Kayla?" I asked, climbing up on the bed to sit on the outside of my thigh beside their father.

"She shouldn't be saying stuff like that."

"Why not?"

"Because it's okay if Dad wants to stare at our bodies. Mum just said so."

I suppose I should have expected that.

"That's right," I agreed, my little hand experimentally covering his big balls through his underwear. "And he is your father. You should be doing whatever he wants."

As Kayla nodded, her father took another drink and agreed with me, saying, "Yeah, whatever I want."

As though to emphasize this, Kayla reached over and pulled the front of her sister's dress up, holding it there so we could see her sex through her sheer, black panties. Leanne gasped a little, but held still as her father gave a low moan of appreciation. Kayla only smiled and watched my hand slip inside her father's briefs from the leg hole.

"Mmmm," he moaned, moving his hand as he correctly assumed I'd be taking over from there. His daughters watched, wide eyed as my hand slid up his shaft, squeezing and massaging his excitingly hard, fat prick. As he twitched with the pleasure of my very expert touch, he grew more comfortable with the forbidden eyeful of his daughters. A lot more.

"Kayla," he said with a thick voice, "kiss your sister."

"Okay, Dad."

Leanne was more surprised at this, but didn't seem to overly mind when her sister turned her face to hers and softly kissed her lips.

"Again," he directed, breathing harder now and squirming his cock into my hand as I watched this incredible show. "Keep doing it."

They did, turning their bodies slightly towards each other as they got a little into it. I suspected Kayla was bisexual, this explaining her easy acceptance of her father's directive. Leanne, on the other hand, if not bisexual, was naturally hornier than her sister and this allowed her to relax into this light lesbianism with her own sister somewhat quickly. Of course, there was no discounting the booze and, most obviously, our influence over their minds. I giggled again, remembering Auntie Ashleigh's comments on how much more fun that only a light touch on people's minds could be, making mental note to discuss this with her in greater detail at some point.

After a minute of this, Jim had them take things even further with, "Le- Leanne... take off your bra so- uhh-h... so Kayla can play with your nice big titties."

I silently thanked whatever god or gods that exist for having had the good sense to act on the teal coloured invitation the funny little man handed me in the supermarket that day in Langley. Leanne regarded her father with awe as she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, Kayla already untying the flimsy garment from behind her neck. It fell to the floor, Leanne's boobies relaxing only a little with their puffy, erect nipples standing lewdly out. Kayla wasted no time, grabbing one of her sister's shapely melons at the bottom and lifting, squeezing with a sleazy smile.

"Ohhh, Leanne... she breathed, nuzzling the younger Kutcher's neck, "You're so fuckin' hot... I've wanted you..."

It appeared that Colin wasn't the only perverted one in the family and, looking at Jim's approval of Kayla's admission, I knew exactly where his three children got their perversion from. I was starting to like the Kutchers in spite of their poopy attitude.

"Ohh, Kayla... ow! Ooooh..."

Kayla grinned wickedly as she tweaked her sister's nipple again, enjoying the reaction she got as much as her father.

"Uhh..." Jim moaned as I stroked. "Ohhh, fuck... Leanne, rub your sister's cunt," he breathed as I withdrew my hand from his overflowing briefs to pull down the front by the elastic waistband.

He groaned at the sensation of it rubbing down his length, lifting his bum to allow them to come down to his thighs as Leanne's eyes riveted to his impressive, throbbing hard meat. As I picked it up and slowly stroked it, working some pre-cum out of the tip for lubrication, she stared as her hand wandered between her sister's legs, past the exposed, dark patch of pubic hair and slowly down the inside of her panties. Kayla flinched like she'd received a light slap on the bum, her lower jaw sagging as her eyes rolled just a little. Her body convulsed again as Leanne's hand dipped lower, lower, pushing the thin fabric out from Kayla's pelvis.

"U- uhh! Uhh-hh! Oh, Leanne...!"



Sera Ch. 33



 

Steven

I was a bit surprised when Arlene's nose touched my pelvis. Still looking up at me, her mild choking and gagging, along with her body's jerky reactions to Colin's fingers playing deep inside her pussy, was such a turn on that I started to feel a coming orgasm. This was okay for me because, from previous experience, I knew that Sera would keep me hard and sensitive to any physical pleasure until my next orgasm. My only question was whether or not I should explode in her mouth or in her face.

"Gu-uckk... lguuukk..."



Sera Ch. 34



Steven

Ashleigh still didn't know what to think, standing there with her arms crossed, glaring while pride in me and offence at my gall fought for dominance of her attractive features.

She wore a short, black pinstriped business skirt that, along with her black pumps, accentuated very nicely her perfectly matured, round hips as she leaned against the open doorway of what used to be her den. Her weight was on one hip, arms crossed under breasts that were covered by a vest that matched her skirt and showed a lot of cleavage along with the top of her white bra. She looked as good as she always did, and I was as horny as usual.

"Anybody ever tell you that you got a lot of nerve?" she asked.

"Uhhh... Mum, Kitten, Sheila, my ex-girlfriend, most of my teachers back in high-"

"Shut up, sweetie pie, and wipe that little smirk off your face. I'm not happy about this, and you know it."

"If that were really true," I sighed, "You wouldn't move for the guys with the TV."

She looked around with a start, then actually moved as I chuckled under my breath. After the television cleared the doorway, she followed them in, still with that expression. She really did like me.

"You know the only reason you're getting away with this is because you're the business head in the family, right?"

"Yup," I replied, smiling while I let my eyes have fun with her body. "And you're gonna make a great secretary."

"I am not your secretary!"

"Are you wearing panties?" I asked, half occupied with a box of paper files pertaining to family business while I stood behind the desk that used to be hers.

"Wh- What the hell kind of...? Yes, I'm wearing pa-"

"Let's see 'em," I told her.

"No!" she almost shouted.

I loved this and, though she wouldn't admit it, so did she. Her blush and the smile she was fighting proved it. Yeah, she liked me and my attention, the thought that I'd still be interested in her even though I had Kitten. The truth was that, while Kitten was special in many ways, each woman in my family had her own particular, irresistible draw. Ashleigh's was that of the authoritarian and, like my mother, there was something about that attitude in a woman that I loved to fuck with, to tease and sexually break down.

"I'm going to hang a nice portrait of you in here," I casually mentioned, turning my attention to another box with a frown over how much old paper there was to be gone through and sorted.

" ... A portrait? Of me? You are?" she asked with surprise and doubt.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, gesturing to the spot on the wall where I planned to hang one once it was finished.

" ... Why?"

"Because you were nice enough to let me have you're den, because you're our matriarch and it's proper, because you're smokin' hot and it would look great... and because I love you. Now, show me your fuckin' panties."

Her frown had slowly turned to a deeply complimented smile, and she softly replied while grabbing the hem of her skirt, "You little shit..."

She even spread her feet a little, holding it up and showing me her white bikini panties as the staff in my office slowed their activity to check her out as well.

"Your mother will be pissed off and jealous," she warned.

This was true, but I replied, "She'll get over it. Turn around and lemme see that beautiful ass."

Still smiling, she rolled her eyes and did as I told her, hiking her skirt right to her waist so I could see the backs of her panties, a long white V that began at the bottom of her ass, spreading from between her cheeks to reach the tops of her hips.

She looked back over her shoulder, again parting her feet, arching her back and sticking her ass out a little and asked, "What about Kitten?"

"She'll approve of it."

"Have you two had any more bonding revelations?"

"No, not really. It's mostly the same experience every time."

"Mostly?" she asked, turning around again.

"Well, it's a lot of information, and some of it is hard to grasp from a Human standpoint, but a little more of it becomes clearer every time we bond. Show me your tits now."

She flushed again, compressing her lips in slight irritation over how I was ordering her like that, but still smiling a little just the same as she started to unbutton her vest, asking, "So what's become clearer?"

"Shouldn't we save this for a family meeting, or something?" I teased with a smirk.

"Don't push it, Steven," she replied, her vest falling open to allow her big, bra bound tits to thrust forward.

I chuckled again as my cock reached full size in my gray dress pants, and allowed, "It's more the feel of Sera."

"What do you mean?" she asked, digging first one sumptuous breast from its cup, then the other to let them hang out for my considerable viewing pleasure.

"I mean... her presence is... We're starting to get a better feel for her, but that's not all. She's stronger. She's more... substantial, and it feels like Kitten and I have something to do with it, but I think more Kitten than me."

"Did you get that in the first bonding experience?" she asked, not giving me time to answer before she clarified her question with, "And when you say her presence is more substantial, do you just mean your perception, or interpretation of her, or the intensity of her presence?"

"It's almost as though she's become more of a-"

"Oh, what's going on in here?"

It was Mum, followed by the other misery sister, then the honourary misery sister. The three of them stood in the doorway, Mum and Sheila with dirty leers for Ashleigh, Kitten with a big, horny smile for both her eldest aunt and I. As for Ashleigh, she showed irritation at our conversation being interrupted, especially by Mum.

While they'd been getting along a lot better lately, mostly due to Mum's willingness to learn Sera's tricks from Ashleigh and the time they were therefore forced to spend together on account of that, a little rivalry still remained between them. It was mostly friendly and there was no question of the respect they'd found for each other, but two Alpha females in one house will always be two Alpha females in one house.

"Hello, Kathleen," Ashleigh sighed, turning to face her as the three other women of the family entered my office. "Your perverted son is taking over my den."

"Well, he is going to be running our business," Mum told her, looking her half naked older sister up and down. "Why do you have it all hanging out? Trying to convince him to let you be his secretary?"

" ... No, Kathleen! He wanted to see my panties, so I... Shut up!"

"Let's all show him our panties," Sheila suggested with that wicked smile she was apparently famous for.

"Not yet," Mum told her with a smirk as Kitten's hands flew to the hem of her pink summer dress with a giggle. "Ash, we want to talk to you about something."

"Will I want a drink for this?" Ashleigh asked as they all moved out of the way of a staff member, a box of our matriarch's books bound for her new den in his arms.

Ignoring this, Mum proclaimed, "We've been talking, and we feel it's unreasonable that you're forbidding us to play outside the estate."

"Oh, god," Ashleigh droned, her hand moving to her forehead, "I should have known. Look, we've had this conversation, and I've explained-"

"We didn't have any conversation," Mum pointed out. "You just forbade it."

"And I told you my reasons," Ashleigh continued. "It's too dangerous for Sera. One of the reasons I related the family history was to make clear the dangers if allowing Sera out into the public realm. Good god, just look at how many times the family has had to change its name and pull up roots because of public suspicions. Don't think that people don't get ideas in this enlightened age. In fact, with all the supernatural bullshit televised these days," she almost spat as she gestured to the TV that was being situated, "People are not only capable of believing in the unlikely, but willing. They want to."

"I've been nudging people since Steven and I first bonded," Mum argued, "both in the public eye and out of it. So has Steven, Kitten and you, and nothing bad has happened because we all practice common sense. You're trying to compare us to Dolanna and Rebecca, but none of us here are like that."

"Oh, really?" Ashleigh challenged with a raised brow, weight back on one hip with her tits still hanging out. "That little scene with Kitten and Steven in that hotel bar could have turned into a fucking disaster; your son even knows it, has admitted it to me, and he knows stuff like that can't be happening. Don't you?"

She'd turned to me, forcing my attention from her ass to her face.

"Yeah," I confirmed, "that was a situation that wasn't handled very well, and there've been a few other times that Sera was used without much sense, not to mention how some certain people have been handled and then allowed to walk away knowing things that they really shouldn't."

Mum, Sheila and Kitten gave me almost identical expressions of disappointment and irritation while Ashleigh nodded her approval.

"But," I amended with a sigh, "while the staff's cooperation is a necessary pressure release for us, they'll never take the place of unsuspecting people outside the estate and, while it's also true that some situations weren't handled very well, most others were. Mum's right, none of us are exactly like Dolanna or Rebecca and I think that, other than a few slipups that can be reasonably put down to inexperience, we've handled ourselves really well."

Ashleigh's attitude had done a complete turnaround, as had those of the other three.

"I agree with Mum. I think we should be allowed to play in the public realm because it won't be enough for us to limit ourselves to the estate any more than it would be enough to limit ourselves to a monogamous relationship."

"Well it's enough for me," Ashleigh argued.

"Than stay home," I told her, "But I'd rather you went out with us. I share your worries over security where Sera is concerned, so it's only sensible that there should be boundaries and rules to our public conduct, and not just for our safety, but for the good of the people we play with, too. I don't think we have the right to ruin people's lives just because we want to have fun with them and, since we do have the power to avoid that for them, I think we also have the responsibility to use it on their behalf."

"Do you even hear yourself?" Ashleigh asked, coming around the desk to look at me as though I'd taken leave of my senses. "Using people is using people. Whether or not they remember a moment of it afterward isn't the point and you know it."

"You don't give a rat's ass about them, Ashleigh," I told her as I rolled my eyes. "Don't stand there pretending you do in order to get your way when we all know better. From here on, we're going to allow ourselves to have fun outside the estate every so often. I'll be responsible for the good of those we use and you'll be responsible for the good of Sera."

"Oh, is that so!?"

"Yes, that is so," I confirmed, both of us looking the other in the eye, me knowing she wouldn't dare take advantage with the others right there. "You'll be there to do your part, and because it'll be more fun with you there."

"And where do you get off making that decision!?" she demanded, really put out now. "You may be taking over the business affairs of the family, but I'm still the head of the family! What I say goes where family policy is concerned, you... you... upstart! Who do you think you are to start telling us what policy is around here!?"

"I'm the man of the family," I calmly, but firmly replied.

"Wh-!? The man of the family!? She almost screamed. "Man!? You're eighteen years old, you little fuck! I'm the man of this family, and don't you forget it! You think just 'cause you got a cock in your pants you caaaa-!"

That was enough of that. With a quick grab, I spun her around and threw her over my desk. Her surprise was so complete that I actually had time to get her panties, then my pants down while I held the side of her face to the desk with a hand at the back of her neck. By the time she started spitting curses and struggling, I had her arm twisted behind her, my cock nudging her anus.

"Nnnaahh! Ahhhh! Get off me, y-! Aiiieeee?!"

"Oh my fuuuck..." Sheila commented, looking on with a shocked grin as, beside her, Kitten's face held the very same expression.

"Yeah, you show her son!" Mum encouraged, not surprisingly loving this.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! You little FUCKEEEERRRRR!!!"

I'd never fucked my Aunt Ashleigh up the ass before. I'd half threatened to once and, out of anger and frustration at her, had many times imagined myself doing it, but had never actually done it until then. Once I'd forced myself halfway, I felt her sphincter relaxing out of necessity and I quickly found myself bottomed out inside her, wondering how long it had been for Mistress Ashleigh's ass, thinking probably her Biker Queen days.

"GUUFFFF!!! GUUFFFF!!! UUUUFFFFF!!! FFFFFRUUU-UUCKKK!!!"

Once I began pumping her, literally shoving the new reality of authority in the house right up her ass, all she could do was accept it, however unwilling. I knew that most of her resistance was due to the surprise and humiliation of me forcing myself on her in such a way, especially in front of the other women of the family. But, because of what she'd related of her Biker Queen days, I knew that, beyond family politics, a part of her actually loved it, even asked for it. Considering who and what she really was, I'd have been crazy to do it otherwise.

"OHHHH, GAAAWWWD!!! OHHHH, FUUUUUCK!!!" she howled as I drove her hips against the edge of the desk with each slamming thrust until we both came.

It was incredible, the feel of her ass around my cock, the way she hollered and tried to resist, the way her body became almost impossible to hold mostly still as her orgasm ripped through her. As for me, I thought I'd never stop pumping jizz up inside her anal tunnel. It was so good that I vowed to myself that I'd do her like that whenever she got a little too big for her britches.

When I pulled out and let go of her, she actually slid off the desk and to the floor with a rather ungraceful crash. Mum was laughing while Kitten and Sheila were completely mortified, looking at me like I was holding a gun to my own head. I was a little winded. Dropping into my (formerly Ashleigh's) leather office chair, I looked down at her with a self-satisfied smile as she attempted to gather herself at my feet.

When she did get up, she staggered to the door, face flushed, looking pointedly at the floor with an unreadable expression and without a word for anyone. Her tits were still hanging out, skirt still hiked to her waist with her panties in a rolled tangle at the bottom of her ass. My seed was running down the insides of her thighs. Standing in the doorway, Mum still smiled wide with approval for my actions. She actually started clapping her hands and didn't even get mad when Ashleigh shoved her out of the way with a growl, Kitten and Sheila wisely moving out of arm's reach as she passed.

 

Kitten

Wendy Newman sat straight backed, knees pressed properly together with her hands folded in her lap on the loveseat in the hotel room that Auntie Ashleigh had reserved for us. Actually, the penthouse suite in Calgary's downtown core was more like a luxury apartment than a hotel room, the five of us with our own bedrooms, though we were only using two at a time.

Wendy fit what seemed to be our usual preference, being forty-six, just under six feet tall, well-endowed up top with curvy hips and an attractive face with bright blue eyes to go with her shoulder length blonde hair. Also typical of our choice was the fact that she was of the privileged set, those members of society that look like they belong in commercials advertising antibacterial spray, or the kind of detergent that would leave your glasses spotless beyond worry of one's neighbours possibly having anything to whisper behind one's back about. She wore a snug, off-white skirt that stopped just above her knees with a medium blue pullover, covered by a light tan sweater worn as a cape by being buttoned at the neck and without her arms inhabiting its sleeves.

Beside Wendy, her nineteen year old daughter, Brooke, also blonde and blue eyed, sat holding much the same pose. Her boobies were about a C-cup to her mother's Ds, her hips slimmer, hair longer and held back in a clean ponytail. She wore a skirt that was only a little shorter than her mother's and much looser. Its colour was of a darker blue than her mother's pullover and went very well with her yellow polo shirt.

Across from them sat Daryl Newman, tall, athletic right about his wife's same age with dark hair and classically handsome features. He wore a pair of white slacks with a short sleeve, maroon button up shirt. He also looked as though he ought to be in a commercial, the man who walks into the room with a carefree smile, an approving nod for his wife, who'd just finished antibacterializing their tidy and fortunate little lives while Brooke, arms outstretched, face upturned with eyes closed, happily inhaled their new, germ free air.

Wendy and Brooke both watched in awe while he and Mummy, kneeling on the couch beside him, made out with each other like the only oxygen in the room was in each other's lungs, antibacterialized or not. Auntie Kathleen knelt on his other side, rubbing and squeezing Daryl's huge erection through his pants with a leering grin.

Auntie Ashleigh watched from the other armchair wearing a knee length, red dress with short sleeves and a black belt. It wasn't tight, but the belt allowed it to flow very well over her dangerous curves. Her black stockings and high heels added to her height, the invitingly deep cleavage that the bodice showed capturing filthy imaginations while her beautiful face challenged them. She was resigned to our demands now, enjoying herself, but also regulating and directing this show that she'd put together, 'a little family trip', as she'd called it. Meanwhile, six random men that she'd picked out from off the street stood by, patiently waiting for action that their influenced minds couldn't anticipate.

Auntie Kathleen wore a really sexy, yet classy white dress that was somewhat tight, short, showed moderate cleavage and wrapped around her bum very nicely as she bent on her knees, undoing Daryl's pants while licking her lips at his wife. Mummy had gotten rid of Auntie's dark streaks and restyled her hair in a bit of an old fashioned, longer and more relaxed version of the Marilyn Monroe look that I used to favour. Even in that dress, it made her look more wholesome, more like somebody's mummy, even with her hand going down the pants of another woman's husband.

What my Mummy wore was more suitable for a nightclub, accentuating the sexy rather than the classy to the point of classless. It was the famous, 'little black dress', and made of shiny, PVC like material that stretched around her killer body, the 'little' part in no doubt with wide shoulder straps crisscrossing over her chest to tie behind her neck, leaving more cleavage to look at than Auntie Kathleen's. It was short enough that her shapely bum pulled it up a little in back, irresistibly drawing the eye, tight enough to make it immediately obvious that she wore nothing underneath, as the outlines of any undergarments would have been plainly visible. That dress complimented her petit size extremely well and, with her hair and makeup done flawlessly, she presented quite a picture, and Daryl's long stares at her in the lobby were what attracted our attention to the Newmans.




Sera Ch. 34



Stevie and I shared an oversized armchair, me sitting in his lap wearing a pair of gray, stretch dress pants that were so tight that they could have been mistaken for yoga pants were it not for the pinstripes and zippered fly with the button above it. I had been wearing a matching blazer, but I'd removed it once we got into the room, my nipples completely exposed by the black, sheer, quarter cup bra I wore. Stevie had them all erect, playing with them as we watched the older generation of our family having fun.

With the exception of Wendy, we were all a little surprised to find that Daryl wasn't wearing any underwear, especially Brooke. When Auntie pulled his zipper down, his big, hard meat practically sprang out of his pants and into her hand, and Brooke's first instinct to look away was overtaken by, I suppose, forbidden curiosity. With her head half turned, she watched my auntie slowly stroking him as he moaned, pushing out his pelvis as he felt up Mummy's boobies. Slowly, her head turned back, fully facing up to the sight of her daddy's stiff penis while Auntie Kathleen giggled naughtily at her.

"I guess you've never seen your father's cock before," Auntie Ashleigh noted.

Brooke jumped at the sound of her voice, but her attention never left Auntie Kathleen's slowly stroking hand as she shook her head, replying in a small voice, thick with the subtle tone that our influenced victims always use, "No, Mistress."

"Is this the first one you've ever seen?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Oh, my," Auntie remarked with a smile and a raised brow. "Well, it won't be your last, I can guarantee you that. You're very pretty, you know."

"Thank you, Mistress," she replied, actually pleased with that compliment, if only a little.

"Wendy, don't you think she's pretty?"

"Also staring at what Auntie Kathleen's hand was doing with her husband, and with the same slightly spaced out tone, she replied, "Yes, Mistress."

"Are you only saying that because she looks so much like you?" Auntie asked with a smirk.

Wendy didn't know quite how to respond, her eyes jerkily looking at Auntie Ashleigh as though for help on that before replying, "N-no, Mistress. I think she's pretty because... she's pretty."

"Do you like her body?"

Completely distracted from her moaning husband now, she hesitantly answered, "Yes, Mistress."

"Brooke, isn't your mother a beautiful woman?"

Brooke moved her attention to her mother, nodding and saying, "Yes, Mistress."

"Wendy, kiss your daughter."

"Yes, Mistress,"

It was a nice, light kiss that made Stevie's cock stir beneath my thigh as we watched. Brooke seemed a little confused, but accepted the contact from her mother without comment.

"Brooke, your turn; kiss her back."

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed, leaning forward to return the kiss.

"Uu-uhhh..." Daryl moaned as Auntie's lips encircled his cockhead, her bum sticking up in the air with the bottom of her dress hiked far enough to see most of her white bikini panties.

"Now, both of you kiss the other. Use your tongues."

"(Ss-sluurp)" Auntie Kathleen put in.

Brooke still looked confused, but they were both doing as told, their tongues crossing and licking like they were sword fighting. Wendy seemed to be handling it better, her eyes closed as she almost seemed to be enjoying the sensations. However, when they stopped, her face was as flushed as her daughter's.

"Mmmmmmm!" Daryl moaned again, Mummy's tongue down his throat while Auntie Kathleen slowly went down on him until his entire, considerable length was gone.

"Wendy, you find your daughter's body very attractive, don't you?"

"Brooke has a very attractive body," she agreed, giving her daughter a look that made the younger woman's jaw sag just a little.

"You'd like to do a lot more than kiss your daughter... wouldn't you?"

"Y-yes, Mistress, I'd... I'd like to do a lot more than kiss my daughter," she agreed, her whole tone and body language suddenly changing.

"You're very horny right now, Wendy."

"Yes, Mistress... very horny..." she said, now looking at Brooke in such a way as there was no doubt of that, or who the target of her revved up hormones was.

"Brooke... pull your top up and show your mother your tits."

"Yes, Mistress," she squeaked, now unable to decide which of the two women she should be more nervous of as she took the hem of her top in her hands and started pulling it up until it cleared the swell of her breasts and rested just under her neck.

Wendy feasted her eyes, making no attempts to hide the fact that she really liked what she was seeing as Sheila joined Auntie for a little shared face time with her groaning husband's meat.

Brooke was wearing a plain, if slightly skimpy, white pushup bra. It bared the insides of her round globes, the cups connecting at their very bottoms. Holding her shirt up for her mother's inspection, her back was naturally arched and nothing about her looked anything but great.

"Grope her tits, Wendy"

"Oooh, yes, Mistress."

"M-mu-um?"

With a smile of the cat who ate the canary, Wendy grabbed her daughter's offered boobies, groping and squeezing them, lifting them to let them fall and generally doing whatever she liked during her playtime with them. It wasn't long before Brooke was breathing a little harder, her nipples pointing themselves out beneath the cups of her bra. Wendy grabbed them and gently pinched, making her daughter moan and arch her back a little more.

"Brooke, take your top right off," Auntie directed.

"Yes, Mistress," she almost whispered in reply, pulling it up over her head and off, dropping it inside out on the floor in front of them.

"Oh, Mistress, m-my nipples," she complained.

"Now, take off your bra," was her unsympathetic reply.

Wendy moaned in anticipation of this while Brooke replied, "Yes, Mistress."

A minute later, her horny mother was licking her shuddering daughter's erected nipples, pushing her back on the loveseat with Brooke's bra joining her top on the floor in front of them.

"Ohhhh, fffuuuuuckkk..." Daryl moaned as he watched his wife molest their daughter.

Both Mummy's and Auntie Kathleen's bums were in the air now as they took turns, one sucking his knob while the other licked his balls. Their dresses were pushed up to their waistlines as his hand rubbed between their spread thighs, both of them starting to moan like he was.

The six random men from the street, meanwhile, had all gotten their cocks out, slowly stroking them as they looked on at this scene, practically drooling for action. Not one of them was under eight inches and I could only guess that maybe they weren't as random as I'd thought. I giggled as they made me think of a pack of dogs that hadn't eaten in a week, watching someone consume a huge roast all by themselves, and I wondered when and how Auntie intended to release this pack.

But these men and the Newmans wouldn't be our only guests.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. I jumped at the sound along with the rest of the family but, as I couldn't help noticing, we were the only ones. Everyone else in the room, everyone who was influenced that is, kept right on doing what it was they were doing.

"Jesus," Auntie Ashleigh swore under her breath while Mummy and Auntie Kathleen idly played with moaning Daryl's prick, looking at her as though for direction themselves. "Kitten, put your blazer on and get that, will you?"

"Yes, Mistress," I teased with a giggle, hopping up, throwing my blazer over my shoulders and buttoning it a little as I approached the door.

"Smart ass," she accused with a smile and an appreciative look at my body.

I opened the door about a foot, not wide enough for whoever was on the other side to see any of our goings on inside, and found myself looking up at the Front Desk Attendant from down in the reception lobby. She was very pretty and, as Sera could see, very friendly. She was in her early thirties and stood about five-foot-eight with a curvy figure and black hair. Her pretty, dark brown eyes behind the rectangular shaped frames of her glasses almost lured mine into accidently putting her under my spell, but most of my attention was riveted to a bust line that was at least as big as Auntie Ashleigh's, if not a bit bigger. She wore the hotel's uniform, a dark blue, narrow, pleated skirt that went down to her knees with two inch, black heels on her feet. That bust line I was so distracted by was covered by a crisp, white blouse, buttoned all the way up with a little dark blue tie around its collar. On the left lapel of her matching, dark blue blazer was the hotel's gold crest. On the other was affixed a shiny gold plate with the name, Mandie Doucette, in easy to read, yet fancy script, her job title in smaller, plain letters underneath.

Standing behind her was a man who stood about the same height as my Stevie. He was lean and older than Mandie, about forty-five or thereabouts, though he didn't at first look it and, were it not for Sera, I'd have assumed he was in his mid to late thirties. He had dark, short hair, short enough that, along with his almost emotionless, appraising expression, he could have been in the air force. With his green eyes, he was handsome enough in a sort of used up way that his youthful appearance helped to hide, but he looked tired and unhappy, and I was sure I could smell stale beer off him. He was wearing a hotel uniform that was exactly like Mandie's, except with trousers and a nameplate that identified him as, Terry Burke, 'Security'.

With a professional smile that almost hid some concern in her features, Mandie's mouth opened, then faltered on the first word when she noticed my half buttoned blazer. She almost turned to look at Terry with a strangely panicked expression before she caught herself, reset her composure and addressed me with her original attitude of professionally masked concern.

"Good afternoon, Miss Burchell, how's your stay with us so far?"

"Um, fine?" I suspiciously answered.

"Yeah, I'm just checking on some reports that a lot of people have come up to this suite."

"Okay?" I said in the same suspicious tone, waiting for more.

"The hotel has a policy about unpaid overnight guests and, um... suspicious behaviour."

"Suspicious behaviour?"

"Things like prostitution and other indecent, or illegal activities that reflect badly on the hotel's reputation."

I could tell she hated this but, having answered the door the way I did, I suppose she had every reason to be suspicious of indecent or illegal activities going on in our room, especially since there were indecent and illegal activities going on in our room.

"Oh, umm, well there's no prostitutes or anything like that here," I told her, wondering if I should try to influence her with the used up security guy standing right there.

"Yeah... I'm really sorry, Miss Burchell, but I'm afraid we're gonna have to come in to see that for ourselves."

"Uhh... why don't I just get my auntie?" I offered with a smile that I knew looked way too nervous. "I'm sure she can explain... what, uhhh... One minute, please?"

Before she could protest, I shut the door and propped my back against it, looking back into the room in a panic.

Auntie Kathleen and Mummy, still gripping Daryl's erected penis, were looking at me inquisitively while he continued to play his fingers between their legs. Auntie Ashleigh and Stevie had the same expressions while the six not so random men only went on jerking themselves while they watched oblivious Wendy mauling oblivious Brooke on the loveseat.

"What's going on?" Auntie Ashleigh asked.

"Trouble!" I hissed. "It's the desk clerk, and she's got a security guy! They wanna come in!"

"Oh, for Christ's sakes," Auntie Ashleigh swore as she rolled her eyes. "Kathleen, take care of it, will you?"

"Uh, in case you haven't noticed, I'm in the middle of something here that I'd rather not-"

"It's not going anywhere, sweetie pie!" Auntie Ashleigh retorted. "You wanted to go out to play, you deal with them!"

"Auntie Kathleen let go of Daryl's cock, got to her feet and angrily yanked her hem back down over her bum, warning Sheila, "If you make him cum before I get back, they'll be no drawback for you!"

Auntie Ashleigh rolled her eyes again, shaking her head at her youngest sister as the blonde glared at her while stomping by her to the door.

I moved out of the way so she could open it and snap, "What?!"

 

Steven

I couldn't blame Ashleigh for the way she felt, but it would have been a lot easier if she had just gotten up to go deal with it herself. The look I shot her said as much while Mum said whatever she was saying to make the unwelcome visitors out in the corridor go away.

"No, I mean it," Ashleigh maintained while Wendy let her daughter up long enough to strip out of her own top before pushing her back down again. "You were the ones who wanted this and, as the ringleader, she can deal with the problems that come with it. I don't give a fuck if she doesn't like it."

While surprised she didn't see me as the ringleader, I nodded in the direction of our six male guests with their dicks out and came back with, "You're the one who brought the jerkoff crew over there. That's probably what brought management up here asking questions."

"Oh, that's right, blame it on me, the one who's told you all from the beginning what a bad idea this kind of thing is, the one who was satisfied with the estate staff while the rest of you had to have more. I love you sweetie pie, but fuck off!"

"Okay, then ya know what?" I argued back, a little pissed off at her attitude, "Next time you can stay home! Next time the four of us will go out without you and do this safely while you stay home and suck Lamarr's cock till your self important head explodes!"

She shot out of her chair, a very dangerous expression on her face and growled, "You little fucker! One of these days you'll push me too far and I'll turn you into a fuckin' potato for a month!"

I didn't want to, but I got up to meet her on her terms because letting a bully have his or her way always sets a bad precedent.

"How often are you gonna fall back on your little threats!? You think that shit scares me!? You'd never get away-!"

"Go to hell!"

"You'd never get away with it and you know-!"

"SHUUUT UUUUP!!!"

That was Mum, her piercing scream for silence even stopping the jerkoff crew and Wendy's molestation of her daughter. I was surprised the windows didn't shatter, and I can only surmise that it's because she's a mother that her 'totally out of patience' voice carries the weight it does. We all stood stunned, our ears practically ringing as we stared at her. The other thing that had us stunned was that the Desk Attendant and security guy were standing there, right beside her, and also looking stunned, but for different reasons.

The attractive Desk Attendant was the first to speak, the tone of the lightly influenced in her voice as she pointed at topless Wendy with Brooke's tits in her hands and asked as though she wasn't sure, "Is that Mrs. Newman with... with her daughter?"

When she saw Daryl Newman, his dick still clutched by Sheila, she was just as speechless. Of course, that's when he had to cum.

"OOOUUUUAAA-AAAA-AAAAA-UUUAAAAA-AAAAAA-OOUUAAAAAAAA...!" he groaned as his sperm repeatedly leapt from his cock, laying slimy strings on his maroon shirt and Sheila's hand and arm.

"Sheila!!!" Mum shouted.

"It's not my fault!" the Elf Queen defended, quickly letting go of Newman's spent member.

Incredibly, Ashleigh started to laugh. Kitten, who'd been silent throughout mine and Ashleigh's argument, giggled too, and I couldn't help but laugh either.

The Desk Attendant could only blink in utter astonishment, her eyes wandering to the jerkoff crew, then back to Wendy and Brooke. Beside her, the security guy was just as stunned, a 'what the fuck?' expression on his face as his eyes also surveyed Burchell fun.

Trying to stop laughing, Ashleigh waved off Sheila's mess and pointed at our two new guests with a silent question in her face for Mum.

"I'll get to you later," Mum told Sheila with a finger pointed at her, then snapped at Ashleigh in aggravation, "I had to influence them, but then a family of idiots who can't use a simple electronic keycard stopped next door and I couldn't finish up, so I had to bring them in here!"

"Oh my god, she's... she's going down on her own daughter!" the Desk Attendant blurted, again pointing at Wendy and Brooke while the security guy's expression slowly turned to one of interest.

"Oh, for..." Mum started, then addressed the hotel employee. "Yes, Mandie, she's going down on her own daughter. It's not that big a deal!"

"Well... I guess not... but-"

She turned to look at the security guy with a look of subtle upset, found him watching and became visibly upset."

"Now what?" my exasperated mother asked.

Mandie seemed at a loss, or more accurately, unwilling to say what it was that was bothering her, making me wonder why Mum didn't influence them deeper. That didn't matter though because, using some of the tricks Ashleigh had recently taught her, she found out quite quickly exactly what Mandie's problem was.

"Eyes on me," she briskly ordered and, after about twenty seconds of searching around the woman's head, she smiled and said, "Ahhhh... yes, now I see."

"What, Auntie?" Kitten asked, curious now and coming to stand before the Desk Attendant with Mum.

"One minute," she told us before demanding the security guy's eyes and getting them.

She rooted around inside his head for a bit longer and left his mind with a slight frown, but turned to explain.

"Well, it appears that Mandie here has the hots for Terry, our security guy."

Mandie gasped at this, understandably embarrassed that Terry, who was now looking at her, knew of her feelings for him.

"And she'd rather he wasn't seeing any other women's bodies except for hers. She's even been wearing her best pushup bras and being as sweet and flirtatious with him as she dares while trying to control what is a very filthy imagination."

"How filthy?" Sheila asked with a leering grin as Mandie's face turned beet red.

"Let's just say I'm surprised she's not one of us. Perverted and horny as all get out."

"So, what's his problem?" I asked, already having forgotten about the shouting match between Ashleigh and I. "Perverted, horny and she's hot- why isn't he all over her like white on rice"

"Is she ever hot," Sheila threw in, also now approaching without having pulled her little black dress down over her pantyless ass.

As Terry appraised his pretty co-worker with a slightly surprised expression and a flush almost as deep as hers, she kept her face averted in mortified humiliation while Mum explained.

"His problem is his girlfriend, or what he thinks is a girlfriend. Really, she's just a deranged, alcoholic whore who wouldn't know how to treat a man even if she took a yearlong course on the subject. She's a screw up, and he knows it, but he won't let go. She cheats on him with her ex, and he knows it, but won't let go. She's slowly ruining his life and he knows that too, but he still won't let go."

"He must really love her," Kitten judged, looking the man in the eyes as though some explanation for his lack of sense could be found there, which it could as mum had found it there, and went on to explain.

"No, just a stupid, stubborn refusal to lose. He doesn't love her, he's just so messed up from so much depression and beer that he thinks he does. He doesn't even like her. And he has an idea that Mandie here has something for him but, even though he's interested in her, he doesn't want to complicate his messed up life any further, and his ideals won't allow him to pursue her. He doesn't cheat. An admirable quality in a man; too bad it's completely wasted on that used up old bag he sees as a woman. Especially since Mandie is as loyal as he is, and it's certainly not like he doesn't like everything about her. Especially those tits. He's always trying to get a good look at them when she isn't looking."




Sera Ch. 34



Kitten giggled as Mandie looked at him now, surprised, but happy with the sudden knowledge that he was interested after all, though still embarrassed in this totally awkward situation Mum had created for her. Now, however, it was Terry who, now that his attraction to Mandie was made public, couldn't look at her.

"Oh yes," Mum leered while Sheila started playing with the Desk Attendant's long, thick hair. "Lots and lots of hidden sexual tension between these two."

"Maybe you should let it out," Sheila suggested as she started fiddling with the buttons on Mandie's blouse.

"Sheila, leave her alone; she's not into girls!" Mum told her.

"Relax, Kathy, I just wanna see her best pushup bra... and her tits..."

Mum regarded her with an irritated expression and seemed like she was about to say something further, but recaptured the security guy's eyes instead, taking him to deeper influence before addressing him.

"As soon as you leave this room, you're going to call that used up old whore you like to call a girlfriend and tell her it's over. Don't listen to any arguments, don't answer questions and never speak to her again. Tell her it's over and that you have a real girlfriend now."

"I'm gonna tell her it's over," he said though the idea had just come to him, adding, "I have a real girlfriend now."

"Do you ever," Sheila breathed with wonder as she spread Mandie's blouse open around a big set of tits that were held by a bright red pushup bra with black lace trim. Their weight was made evident by the taut, thin shoulder straps that held the triple D cups.

Mandie's mouth was open, looking down at her truly impressive breasts, then at Terry with great embarrassment, but obvious anticipation that he'd like what he saw. But Mum wasn't done with him, yet.

"That's right, a real girlfriend. And you're going to stop drinking, smoking, toking and driving like you want to die. You're going to clean yourself up and be the best man you can be for Mandie, here."

"The best I can be... for Mandie..." he repeated.

"Because you're going to marry her."

"I'm going to marry her."

Satisfied with him, Mum turned to Mandie, who was now quite happy that she was being given what she'd wanted, her bright smile evidence of this as she looked eagerly at her new man.

"As for you..." she said, taking a moment to appreciate the tit flesh that jutted from Mandie's tucked, but open blouse, the top button still done up with the smart little tie lying in her deep cleavage. "Once his head is clear, you're going to marry him and then let him lead like a man is supposed to, but don't let him run his own life. He runs the ship and you run him. Keep it that way, Mandie."

"He runs the ship, I run him." She repeated while Sheila hefted her tits from behind her, squeezing and pressing them to her chest as Mandie gasped with pleasure.

"Sheila, I said leave her alone!"

"Fine!" Sheila huffed, abruptly letting them go to bounce heavily, almost right out as Terry watched with a boner starting in his pants.

"Auntie," Kitten spoke up in that tricky little tone she sometimes used, "Ummm... make them do stuff. So we can watch... (Giggle!)"

"You're supposed to be getting rid of them," Ashleigh pointed out as Kitten, after a cautious glance at Mum, grabbed the cups of Mandie's bra and pulled down while shaking them from side to side. Her heavy melons fell out, their large, elongated areolas and erect nipples in plain view for everybody's inspection.

"Like mother, like daughter," Mum sighed with a tolerant smile as Kitten giggled again and Sheila fiddled at something behind Mandie. But she let it go, instead addressing the Desk Attendant again, asking, "Sooo... what kind of dirty things would you like to do with him, Mandie?"

Her long skirt slipped slowly down over her hips, revealing a garter belt and thong that matched her bra with black lace edging, red garter straps that held up her black stockings. As the skirt landed at her feet, surrounding them as a puddle of dark blue, her face flushed anew and I couldn't decide if it was because of her physical exposure, or the disarming honesty in her answer to Mum's question.

"I wanna suck his cock. Then I want him to fuck me nice and hard until I have an orgasm. Did I mention that I wanna suck his cock?"

We all chuckled in horny anticipation over this, even Ashleigh as Mandie and Terry stared at each other with the same horny anticipation.

"I like her," Sheila stated while slowly pulling Mandie's thong down to the tops of her thighs.

"Yes, I see that," Mum disapprovingly noted, "and I told you twice to leave her alone; she doesn't like women!"

Sheila snatched her hands away now that Mandie's shaven snatch was bared, her dark pussy lips clearly wet and excited.

"Well, neither does Wendy and Brooke, but look at them!"

We all looked to the loveseat, at Wendy as she knelt on the floor with her daughter reclining on the loveseat before her, thighs spread with her heels planted on the edge of the seat cushions, knees up in the air, skirt pulled up to expose her white panties. Wendy had removed her bra and now, tits hanging free, softly, slowly stroked her daughter's pussy through her panties while the younger woman moaned and played with her own breasts.

Daryl, meanwhile, was hard again, stroking himself as he watched his wife and daughter along with the jerkoff crew.

"That's different," Mum told her.

"They tried to ruin our fun," Sheila pointed out. "I think Mandie should be gangbanged for that."

"No, they were just doing their jobs," Mum said in their defense. "Terry, what would you like to do with Mandie?"

"Everything," he stated, practically drooling at his pretty coworker's bared assets.

"Terry... Mandie... I want you two to take a little trip together right now... a little trip to the gutter."

As soon as she'd gotten the words out, Terry stepped to Mandie and put his hand to the back of her neck. Pulling her close, he planted a passionate kiss on her mouth and, before we knew it, they were making out, the Desk Attendant's hand grabbing her new lover's ass and pulling him closer so she could shamelessly grind her naked snatch against his protrusion.

He responded in kind, his hand finding its way to her ass to hold her close as he ground her, both of them making small groaning and grunting sounds that were really quite a turn on.

I saw Mum's thinking then, the reason she took time out for these two, the reason she wouldn't allow them to be used by us as others had been. I think we all did as we watched the two lovers, seeing with the benefit of Sera's eyes that they were meant for each other, although that wouldn't necessarily seem so at first glance. But there was just something about them. Like magnets, these two had a natural attraction, a natural fit, and all they needed was for Mum to overcome the intervening distance, and put them together.

With a grin, she led them further into the room and silently encouraged Mandie to a seat on the floor beside Wendy with her back against the loveseat. With her thighs spread and Terry standing in front of her, she didn't need any instructions, helping herself to the front of his pants as Mum did with Daryl's earlier on.

Once his belt was undone, the button and fly of his pants overcome, she quickly pulled his pants to his ankles. Wasting no time, she covered the bulge in his dark gray briefs with her hand, a smile spread across her face that silently repeated what her wet pussy conveyed.

He was unbuttoning his shirt, not even noticing Wendy pulling the crotch of Brooke's panties aside so she could tentatively lick her daughter's sex any more than Mandie did, though this was happening less than three feet away from her head.

She moaned with a physical need made clear in the long, low note as she looked up at his chest, pulling his briefs down to let his hardened manhood out, a slightly above average sized, circumcised example that she immediately grabbed in her hand, pumping as he now moaned as well.

Gently pulling him a step forward by it, she held it near its top, closed her eyes as her tongue protruded from between her lips, and began licking his balls. He flinched at the contact, the tip of her pink, wet probe dancing around his sack as she massaged his cockhead, causing his moans to become louder and more intense.

The top of his rod had become shiny wet with his pre-cum and, as she played her hand over it, we could hear gentle, wet smacking sounds, joined by the ones from between her legs where her other hand found itself. There was no question of how horny this woman was, or of how much she'd wanted this man. And he very much enjoyed her spirited actions, his cock jumping and twitching in her hand as he watched with undisguised pleasure, seemingly not worried any more than she appeared to be that they'd been co-opted, that they'd become their own little spectacle in the greater Burchell sex show.

"Ohh, god... ohhh, yes, Mandie, fuckin' lick me..."

When her tongue made its way to his wet cockhead, she was moaning almost as loud as him, licking up his fluids in clear enjoyment, soon fastening her lips to his cockhead for more. Looking up at him, she sucked hard, eyes erotically narrowing behind her glasses as she rubbed her erected clitoris.

"Mmmmmmmm-mmm..." she expressed before making his entire length disappear.

He groaned louder, staggering a little while her hand rested under his balls as though she could shove him into her mouth a little further this way. The hotel employee who was earlier so concerned with improprieties that could sully the reputation of the hotel was now sucking cock like a total slut herself, and loving every moment of it.

Beside her, Brooke was moaning louder too, pinching and twisting her own nipples, her mother attacking her clit with dancing tongue and sucking lips while holding the crotch of her panties to the side.

"Ooooh, Muuummm, it-it feels sooo gu-gooood...!"

Kitten removed her blazer and, with a filthy little grin for Sheila, who was watching the two hotel employees, got to her knees and buried her face in her beautiful mother's pussy. Eyes closed, she licked and sucked her generational twin until Sheila's only point of interest was her daughter, soon pressing her face to her snatch with a hand at the back of her head as she squealed in pleasured delight.

Mum's dress was suddenly bursting with the hands of the entire jerkoff crew, now completely naked, as they surrounded her and pulled her to the floor, the pending recipient of the gangbang that Sheila wanted Mandie to get. They surrounded her and, while I couldn't see anything from that point on, the sounds of ripping and tearing complimented her short, soprano notes of pleasure.

Getting out of my chair, I took note of how Mandie's head was tilted back, resting on the seat cushion while Terry loomed over her with his knees bent, supporting himself on the love seat cushions while he drove himself right down his new fiancé's throat. Her choked gargling sounds went well with how she continued to play with her pussy with one hand while using the other to play with one of her nipples as Brooke was still doing beside her.

With a desperate yell, he came. I'm not sure if she was trying to swallow or not, but most of it backed up and splashed over her mouth, chin and nose. Then he pulled out and shot the last few spurts of what must have been a sizable load right into her face, covering her glasses and streaking her dark hair.

Turning, I looked at the person I'd gotten out of my chair to engage with. Ashleigh had retaken her seat and was looking up at me with uncertainty in her eyes until I sank to my knees in front of her. With an expression that let my Aunt Ashleigh know how I loved her no matter what, I parted her thighs and lifted her dress for a view of black satin thong that barely covered her soaked pussy.

Running her fingers through my hair, she fixed me with a smile that told me that she loved me as much as she wanted me, and said, "You insufferable little pain in my ass... lick me like I'm your fuckin' mother."

Rubbing her inner thighs, teasingly stopping just short of her crotch as she tremblingly parted her legs even further, I replied, "You know you are."

Her smile got even bigger then, but I didn't see much of anything else for a little while because I put my face between her thighs and left it there until she came, howling and squirting her juices in my face.

 

Kitten

After I made Mummy cum, I finally turned around to see who was rubbing my bum and grabbing miffy through them. It was Stevie, now completely naked and looking at me with an unspoken lust. I met his eyes and, between us, were exchanged things that can't be conveyed with words. Less than ten seconds later, I was on my back, giggling as he pulled my pants down, then my panties to leave me in my bra. Right there on the floor, I spread my legs for him, groaning with something that felt as much like relief as it did pleasure when he entered me. He grabbed my boobies, pulling them out as I became his plaything.

While he pumped me to happy oblivion, Brooke was still lying on the loveseat the way she had been, topless, skirt pulled up to her midriff and playing with her nipples. Now, though, her panties were gone and her daddy was fucking her pussy with delighted abandon while her Mummy, as naked as he was, sat on Brooke's face receiving what must have been some pretty good cunnilingus.

Beside them, Mandie was also on her back, holding her legs spread, knees up in exactly the same position as Brooke while Terry pounded her fast and hard. Her face was covered with cum, some in her hair as well, and I could only assume that Terry had already granted the first thing she wanted of him. She was squealing like a girl, crying his name out over and over as her boobies rocked back and forth with each driving thrust of his cock. She orgasmed with a scream that made me glad we no longer had to worry about a visit from the Desk Attendant, or security.

Sheila was just reaching the naked, milling group of six non-random men. Three of them were filling all three of my groaning Auntie Kathleen's holes while the other three were pulling Auntie Ashleigh to the floor. As they started tearing the dress from their fresh meat, one of them saw Mummy and pulled her down too. That was the last I saw of her for a little while.

It struck me only then, watching what was left of her little black dress being tossed from the fray, that I really was just like her. Yes, there were differences and I was also like Auntie Kathleen and, according to Stevie, Grammie Marie in some little ways, but there was no question, even to me, that I was my mummy's daughter.

There was a time when that epiphany would have bothered me. Even when people hinted that I was like her, it bothered me, and even though I knew there were similarities back my old Langley life, it made me feel a funny sort of dread. But, at that moment, in the middle of our family orgy, it was clear who I was and how useless it was to have pretended I was different during those years, even if I did believe it then.

That's when I knew that I'd become. I had arrived. It sunk in only then, beyond the novelty of letting go of the expectations of others, of my own expectations of self, that, like her, no one man- or woman for that matter- was enough for me, or ever would be. The only reason Daddy was during my previous life was because Sera hadn't yet made herself known but, even then, reality had dropped a few hints, the chief of those hints being how I loved to be treated like a whore and, of course, how I loved dancing for that very reason. Gina and Daddy were right in their reasons for making me quit that job. If I'd been left to that, I'd have sooner or later started living Sheila's life even without Sera's influence.

It didn't bother me, this personal revelation, and I suppose I have Sera to thank for that, but I wasn't the girl I used to be in that other life, and that was that. It only surprised me, as I say, beyond the novelty of being a totally hedonistic little slut, that I'd become that without noticing. Maybe having Stevie and his shared understanding, not to mention the rest of my slutty family, made it okay, easy to swallow, for want of a less unfortunate expression, but even that would have been complicating how I felt just then.

Simply put, it was what it was. And it was okay.



Sera Ch. 35



Steven

I'd decided to keep Long Management alive. After reviewing their performance, it was clear that they knew their stuff and had done a good job in keeping the family fortune together over the decades through the use of some very safe and wisely chosen long term investments, and the right decisions regarding the few lucrative business interests the family still owned. Their part would from then on be a supportive role, as it would have been impossible to handle everything myself. The structure and complexity of business had changed considerably since Rebecca and her mother were able to run things themselves, and that type of management model was simply no longer realistic in today's world.

Though Ashleigh did have some business acumen, even she wouldn't have been enough help and, besides that, her interests were much more centered on Sera, the family's personal issues and her ongoing investigation of our history. Apart from sometimes acting in an advisory capacity with regards to which of our politicians were good for what, she left business to me.

Besides, despite my raw talent and Sera's added intuitions, I wasn't kidding myself where my lack of actual experience in running a business was concerned, especially one like what I'd inherited. In addition to serving in their supportive role, I knew what a valuable resource Long Management's experience would be in teaching me all the realities that I'd have to know and could never otherwise learn on my own. The business courses I'd begun through distance education (University would've been way too risky for Sera) would teach me a lot that my high school courses didn't cover, but nothing, not even university degrees can take the place of the real world training and experience that Long management had to offer me.

Something else that Long Management had to offer was Alyssa Raitt. This very talented, very attractive, thirty-two year old brunette had been recruited by them five years before, and was the perfect assistant and advisor while the reigns of the family business were being slowly passed to me. She came with an auburn haired secretary that looked as good as she did and, of course, they'd both been properly influenced by Ashleigh back on the first day of their employment because that's just the way of things.

Mum had quite naturally fallen into the duties of running the house with Sheila as her assistant. After learning quite a bit about how to use Sera from Ashleigh, she converted the entire staff to her control, made the policy changes that suited her, and even opened her own office a few doors down from mine, carefully ensuring that it was bigger and more nicely appointed than Ashleigh's. From there, she handled not only the house staff, but every jot and tittle from food deliveries and uniform replacements to cleaning schedules and daily menus. She liked it, probably the control and the opportunity to once again mother a house being the big reason she did but, most importantly, it kept her and Sheila busy.

Kitten, my cousin and beautiful wife, spent a lot of her time in the old cinderblock garage while I worked. She'd finished revamping it with new lighting, plumbing, insulation and heat, along with a septic system that necessitated the total upheaval of not one, but two of Ashleigh's prize flowerbeds, and had a small office of her own there in the side tower. As Mum had taken over the house, she'd taken over the maintenance and landscaping of the entire estate, ordering a new, larger supply warehouse and equipment shed built close to the service gate behind her office with an additional security wall around that to control access of outside delivery personnel. She could often be found directing the groundskeepers, running some piece of heavy equipment, or actually digging with a shovel right alongside her labourers, usually topless. In fact, it wasn't uncommon to see her happily working at some menial chore or other, wearing absolutely nothing but her leather tool belt and a pair of steel toe hikers. God, how I love my funny little Kittenface. No matter how many women I get to use, none of them can, or ever will compare to her.

Sometimes I like to take a break and visit her, assuming she isn't way in back of the huge property we occupy, cutting new paths with the little dozer. Preferably, she'll be in her private shop, working in her office, or at her hobby, that of slowly restoring our Great Grammie Samantha's old Dodge Wayfarer. On these occasions, I'll sometimes fuck her senseless, sometimes just sit and talk. We get along great and I couldn't imagine life without her.

As for Sera, the reality of her presence has been accepted by all of us, even taken for granted as time started to pass. Without each other, she would have always been that thing that controlled us, threatening to destroy our lives and making any kind of life impossible but, together, she was no more than what we were.

This said, I often consider her lack of control over herself, the way the evolution of what she is and has been in each of us has always been so governed by our Human portion of the equation and how necessary that's been for Sera.

Yet, what if Marie Roy hadn't been Schizophrenic? Or, what if Seraphine had the opportunity to grow up in a controlled environment like our other ancestors had? Of course, that would have been impossible but, hypothetically, what values could have been impressed upon her? What if she'd had a Human soul to live with like all of her predecessors had? Would she have seen how wrong it would have been to run her adoptive parents the way she obviously had? Would it only have become necessary anyway in order to protect herself from them once they realized just how different and potentially dangerous she was? And perhaps the biggest question of all: What the devil had ever happened to her?

You see, while one of Sera's gifts was perception of others, and while Ashleigh and Kitten certainly had that in spades, I only had a smattering of it. What I had instead was more of an inner perception, an intuition if you will, and possibly the real identity of that other me I often spoke to, since not all we of Sera talk to ourselves. And this intuition, this gut instinct, as one might call it, often wonders about Seraphine, the last great mystery of what we are since Ashleigh had shared with us her knowledge of the abilities Sera provided with age.

Seraphine was the last shadow in my mind where Sera was concerned, the last dark corner of the unknown where some terror, real or imagined, might hide. I never really spoke of it to the others because I didn't want to upset them, or make them think that I'd in some way reverted to my old lack of acceptance of what I am, but it was an issue that would sometimes surface in my mind. And every time it did, whether it was on a bright sunny day by the pool while my mother enjoyed my cock in her mouth, a quiet moment in my office, or the dead of night while I lay awake in bed beside my Kittenface, it always came with a subtle, insubstantial and nerve tingling fear.

Was Seraphine that greater sense of awareness over the family that Kitten and I could feel when we bonded? Was she Sera herself? A literal part of each one of us that directed our actions from a different plane of existence in a subconscious manner that none of us could suspect, slowly forming some ultimate plan of hers by the use of our bodies and lives? And exactly who, or what was it that Coby and Marie would often whisper to in the basement? As homicidally insane as they were, did they harbour some knowledge that the rest of us didn't have? When Grammie Marie told me that she knew things, could teach me things that Mum couldn't, did she simply mean that Mum was too young to have the abilities she'd had, or did Marie know things that we don't?

As many questions as had been answered by my arrival at the estate, there were still more within me, and most every one of them were as dark, worrisome and even frightening as some of the answers that I'd already had to accept.

 

Kitten

"Fourteen people..." I breathed, shaking my head and seeing Auntie Kathleen in a whole new light.

"Yep," he quietly affirmed, idly inspecting his beer can.

I could only stare at him. If I didn't know better, I'd have insisted he was lying and nothing would have convinced me otherwise, but it just isn't like that between my Stevie and I.

We were in our apartment, a larger one that Auntie Ashleigh had set up for the two of us as a couple before we ever even arrived at the estate. Stanley and Mr. Sparkles were play wrestling in the elaborate, carpeted cathouse that I'd built for them. Stevie and I had just finished 'play wrestling', and were lounging in each other's arms on our big, plush couch. Because of our bonding, I knew that there were things he was keeping from me and, being a woman, I just couldn't let that go.

So, after a little bugging on my part, he related the full story of what all had happened to him in Saint John. He'd mentioned parts of this story before, things about his pastor friend, Audrey Chapel, our grammie Marie and the disastrous mistakes he'd made that people had paid dearly for, but this was a much, much more detailed account, a shocking tale of fear, abuse and murder during his search for an explanation to what was happening to he and his mummy. It began with the changes he started seeing in her upon their arrival and ended with her revelations to him in the motel room where they'd received their invitations to the estate.

Auntie Ashleigh had told me some time prior that he'd been through some stuff, but I had no idea how intense his experiences were until he'd really opened up about it that evening. If I had, I'd have understood right away why he was the way he was when we'd first met, so quiet, brooding and dark. I'd have understood why he treated me the way he did and why he was often such a depressing downer, if not an outright jerk.

"Even your own daddy..." I amazed, unable to suppress a shudder. "I mean, how can you just... handle that?"

He took a few moments before answering with, "I don't know. I just did. Mum was all I had, so I had little choice and, at the time, I was really kinda numbed to it. I mean, I was too shocked by the enormity of it to even think about dealing. Then we got here and a bunch of other issues started popping up and, as hard as it is to believe, that detail of my new reality just started to fade into the background of an ever increasingly bizarre reality. But, I also think that Sera within me makes the fact that my mother is a multiple murderer easier to accept at face value. She sees it as less important in the face of maintaining family- her family that is- maintaining family cohesion. You know. I mean, I'm still shocked by it, but it's like... like the emotional effect is dampened by Sera. It's only there when I really look at it. Know what I mean?"

"I guess," I replied, looking at him with no small amount of wonderment. "But I don't know how I ever would have coped with that. Does Auntie Ashleigh know about this?"

"Yup. I told her very soon after Mum and I got here. I didn't like betraying Mum's confidence like that, but Ashleigh had her own little agenda, and I had to make sure she understood mine. That conversation didn't go very well for me but, of course, she was right. Her agenda was the agenda for all of us, and I see that now. Mum is a lot better off here, especially now that she has Sheila again. She's changed, and I can see it. She's happy, settled and secure enough that she won't need to be killing people. Mind you, she still bears watching; she still needs to be, uhhh... regulated, but that's Sheila's job now."

"Does Mummy know?"

"No idea," he replied with a shrug. "I didn't tell her, but Mum or Ashleigh might have. I doubt Sheila would care anyway. My mother is your mother's whole world, and vice versa. They never should have been apart and, who knows, if they hadn't been, Mum may never have killed anyone."

"She may not have had you, either," I pointed out. "And my mummy might not have had me."

"That's a good point," he admitted, "but it's at one hell of a cost that we live."

"I'm not complaining," I said, "but I still can't- I mean, fourteen people!" How could she just... kill fourteen people?"

"Well, the first one was personal. If you asked her about it, she'd laugh while recounting how she squashed him against a brick wall with a tow truck. I imagine my father and his lover was personal, but she didn't show any feelings over it when she more or less told me, probably wouldn't have told me at all if I hadn't asked her. As for the others, like Merle Cunningham, I get the impression that they were just obstacles to be removed. Like moving a cat out of your way before you sit down."

"Do you think that was Sera?" I asked.

"You mean her sociopathic ease of just permanently removing people from her way?"

"Yeah."

"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "You know as well as I do that Sera isn't Human, and she doesn't have the same regard for people as we do. For example, neither of us have any bad feelings about the Kutchers. If they were nicer people, we might, but... we made them forget and, to Sera, that's good enough for them even though we know that what we did to them was wrong and it doesn't matter that they were assholes. But it's not just other people, either."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, as an example... Mum almost drowned me in the pool a little while after we got here."

"What!?" I gasped, sure I must have heard him wrong, or that it was some sort of accident.

"You might say she was disciplining me," he explained with a humourless laugh. "Tricked me into a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold, led me to the pool and pushed me in. She didn't really want to drown me, otherwise she actually would have, but..."

"What?"

" ... She considered it. At the very end, just before she pulled me up out of the water, she considered just leaving me to drown."

"No!" I exclaimed, totally horrified that my Auntie Kathleen would do such a thing to my Stevie, her own son, and unable to imagine any reason why. Again, were it not for the unique understanding my Stevie and I have, I wouldn't even have believed him.

"I could see it in her eyes," he told me in a sober voice, taking a gulp of beer and adding, "I was looking up from underwater and I could see her looking down at me, thinking about it with this... blank expression that I really wish I could forget. I never will, though."

I was at a total loss for words, finally managing, "But... Why!?"

"Because Mum doesn't take betrayal very well. My dad could tell you that if he were still around. I count myself lucky."

"But, why?" I repeated. "Why would she-? What could you have done to deserve something like that!? Her own son!?"

" ... Well... promise me you won't feel bad when I tell you this, because it's not your fault and there's just no way in hell you ever could have known what she was really like, but... remember when you told Mum about me and Sheila hanging out?"

" ... Oh... Oh my god, Stevie..." I offered in a small voice, actually starting to cry a little and feeling absolutely horrible.

"I told you not to feel bad," he said with a little smile while he wiped at my tears with the back of his pinkie finger. "You didn't know what she was and, even if you hadn't told her, she would have found out sooner or later by some other means anyway, and I even knew that at the time. There was no way you could have expected her to do any more than scream my face off, maybe slap me around a little. That's the kind of thing she usually did, although I knew it would probably be worse once she did find out. Just not that much worse," he finished with another laugh that lacked any humour whatsoever.

But his comments sparked a memory, one from the first day I'd met him and, as much as I hated to ask, being pretty sure I knew the answer already, I had to.

"Um, sweetie pie... when I first met you, the first day we were here and in the Library... your face was all black and blue..."

"Yeah," he replied, took another gulp of beer and went on with, "That was another little lesson from Mum. She did that after I got Audrey Chapel killed."

"Jesus, baby... How did you...?

He shook his head, carefully wiped away more of the tears I was shedding for the stuff he'd gone through and said, "I had that coming. I could have stopped her, but I let her do it because I deserved it. It was the least I deserved for what happened to Audrey. And Marci."

I shook my head, turning my face away for a moment because I couldn't bear to look at him after being responsible for his mummy doing such a thing as almost drowning him, no matter how he excused me from responsibility. And to think he accepted a beating because he felt responsible for what happened to his Pastor friend and Grammie Marie's caregiver... I wished I could tell these things to Daddy, to tell him what kind of a man my Stevie really was.

"Look," he said, turning my face back to his, "I told you not to feel bad. You couldn't have known the things I knew when you first got here, and there was no way I could have just told you at the time. And please don't think any differently of Mum for this stuff, either. She really does love you like her own daughter. In fact, in her mind, you kind of are her daughter and she'd never, ever do anything to hurt you."

"No, not unless I betray her," I pouted, feeling anger on Stevie's behalf rising to take a seat beside my guilt and admiration for him. "And let's just hope you don't do something to make her feel betrayed by you again, otherwise, god only knows what she might-"

"I took care of that," he interrupted with a firm tone. "Yeah, that was another one of Ashleigh's frustrating lessons but, after the pool incident, I think I probably would have taken her in hand anyway. As you can imagine, I was pretty fucked up and freaked out by that."

"Well, yeah I can imagine! But what do you mean when you say you took her in hand?"

"I mean... when I saw her next, I beat her around, raped her and made it hurt. I showed her. Ya know?"

I shook my head, still not sure of what he meant, as I did know how Auntie Kathleen sometimes likes it rough.

"I sort of dominated her in that respect. Slapped the shit out of her. Showed her where her place was and then put her into it. She expected it in a way. Kind of the same way I'm subtly dominating Ashleigh, but different. Mind you, she's still my mother and stuff, but she no longer sees me as her boy. She'd never do anything like that again, and she'd certainly never harm a hair on your head."

"How can you be so sure?" I pouted.

"Kittenface... if she ever hurts you, I'll kill her. I mean that and, even though I've never told her that, she knows it. But, she'd never hurt you anyway because... she just wouldn't, any more than she'd ever hurt Sheila. Believe me."

I could only stare at him, wondering if there was more stuff that he wasn't telling me, but not wanting to ask for fear of his possible answer.

After a long pause, I quietly commented, "Sera really does make us different. Doesn't she?"

"Oh, yeah. None of us are immune, either."

"You are."

"No. I'm not. I'm just as dangerous and, in some ways, quite uncaring about it."

" ... Do you mean what you did to those people at that underground club in Saint John that night?"

" ... Not specifically, but yeah, I guess that's a good example."

"I remember you said that you enjoyed beating them up."

"Yes," he replied, "and I'm almost certain that I turned one of them into a quadriplegic. And my lack of remorse has nothing to do with the kind of people they were; Marci and I were on their turf and showing all the signs of the willing until I... until Sera took over and I did what all I did. Still, I don't feel bad about that because the influence of Sera within me just doesn't give a fuck about them and, at the time, it felt good to blow off some steam. I feel bad about what happened to Marci, but only because I got to know her, and I considered her a friend, but even those feelings pale in comparison to how I feel about the family and how far I'd go to protect every one of you and Sera."




Sera Ch. 35



After a short pause, I imparted, "Yeah... As bad as I feel about what I did to Gina, there's another part of me that still gets turned on at the memory of those things, that would love nothing more than to do it to her all over again and, as much as I love her, she seems... separate now. Almost like she's..."

"A pet?"

" ... Yeah," I miserably admitted.

"That's Sera for ya," he sighed. "I've come to accept it because it is what it is and we have no choice, but... I still try to control that. I really don't think we have the right to do some of the things we do to others. As much as that fact sometimes won't stop me from doing those things anyway, as much as I know I may not even care at all in another twenty or thirty years, I try to dampen the effects we have on people just the same, if I can. I was once one of them, even if I only thought I was."

"So, why doesn't Auntie Ashleigh see things like that?"

"I think she does in her own little way," Stevie speculated, "but her formative experience with Sera and how she relates to other people was a lot different. And don't forget that she's a lot older than us; the Human part of her equation is long gone, and this is what I mean when I mention how I might not care about regular people at all in twenty or thirty years. Within Ashleigh, Sera is completely unmoderated, other than by what her Human equation impressed upon her when it was effective, but that was a long time ago.

"Mum is pretty much the same way, except that Mum's Human equation isn't so long gone. That day in Saint John, when I left to go collect the stuff we'd need, she made a decision, one that completely shoved what was left of my mother aside in favour of what I called 'my other mother' and what I now know as Sera. She as much as told me so in a very disturbing conversation we had one day... I didn't get it then, didn't know what I know now, and had we not bonded... I don't even wanna think about what she would have turned into... Luckily, we acted on those invitations and came here, even though Ashleigh did lie to me about Mum when I told her about her body count.

"But this is what I mean," he went on to clarify. "This is what we are, and I can't hold that incident out at the pool against Mum because of it. We've all struggled with Sera because none of us since Samantha had the benefit of being properly informed of what in hell we really are at an appropriate time. Even scary old Grammie Marie was a victim. But, like I said, Mum is doing a lot better now and, if I were to hold that against her... well, there's plenty of blame that could make the rounds in this family."

"So, you're really not mad at her?"

"No."

"And you're really not mad at Auntie Ashleigh for lying to you about her?"

"No. She did it to force me to man up, and it's a good thing she did. It's a good thing she handled everything the way she did because it kept us here and really served all of our best interests. Otherwise, I might very well have convinced Mum to leave, then she wouldn't have gotten back with Sheila, and then she would have sooner or later destroyed us both, just as Ashleigh told me she would. Anyway, she also knew better than me about us two. You were my priority, Mum was Sheila's. Yeah, we actually have a lot to thank that conniving Aunt of ours for. She may not give a shit about other people, with the possible exception of her staff, but there's no denying her dedication to the family."

"But... why did she not tell you that she'd bonded me?" I asked. Why did she want you to educate me about what I really was if she was only gonna bond me first anyway?"

He rolled his eyes, grinned and replied, "She told me that it was to make me man up, to take charge like the man of the house should and that I'd be no good to any of you if I couldn't learn to do that for myself, but there was more to it than that. She bonded you behind my back the way she did in order to confuse me, to keep me asking questions and trying to understand what the fuck was going on with you so that my mind would be totally occupied with... well, with you. Instead of Mum. I really wish Gina didn't have to fall into the middle of that, but... God help me, I can even see and understand the plans Ashleigh had for her where you were concerned. She said that once you were convinced of why you should stay here, Gina could then have been sent back to Langley, influenced with a story to make everything okay back there and still be able to act as a sort of liaison for you between here and there. Quite something when you consider that Ashleigh didn't even count on Gina showing up here in the first place."

"Yeah, wow. ... She is a conniver. I mean, Gina and Daddy accused me of that, but I can't even compare to Auntie Ashleigh."

"Yeah." he replied, "she thinks like I do, except she's had a lot more practice and experience, not to mention Sera's caginess."

After a long pause, "Stevie?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think Sera is that bad? I mean, when you called Seraphine a monster, did you really mean it? Do you really believe that's what she was?"

"You bonded with your Mum like I did, Kittenface; you had the same experience and you know as well as I do that no part of Seraphine was ever Human, other than the body she inhabited. That in itself, by Human standards, equals a monster- an alien at the very least. Now picture her with a mental imbalance inherited from her mother, her attitude towards people after being shunned and rejected by the rest of the community, then living all alone with her parents, who she had complete control over, and without the benefit of even the outside world to influence normal Human values in the absence of her Human equation. By the time she attempted to take over that community, yes, she would have been a monster in almost every comparative way to those poor people, with ambitions of total control, even to the point of putting down the eventual uprising against her in such a way as to cause violent fatalities... I mean, just imagine it; people who previously got along, knew each other like family, depended on each other for their very survival, suddenly trying to kill one another, her side pursuing the losers of that struggle through the fuckin' woods in the middle of the night like howling banshees... I really don't even like to think of it. It gives me the chills."

"Because... because she didn't have a Human soul. Like we do," I said, posing it as a question even though I knew it was fact.

"Yes."

"Because, unlike Seraphine, all of us had a human father to contribute that Human soul, the Human spirit within us that influences Sera until she can eventually take over after being bonded."

"Right. And that's probably the only reason why Ashleigh and my Mum aren't monsters like Seraphine was, because, while Sera has completely moved their Human equations aside, they were present long enough that Sera's been influenced to have Human values and sensitivities within them, even though they're a little... compromised. This is also how Mum is still capable of doing totally cool things, like putting Mandie and Terry together at the hotel without even using them. Of course, I only use Ashleigh and Mum as an example because of how their early life experiences shaped their outlook on life and other people in general. That definitely has an impact on what Sera has become in them now that their Human equation is effectively diluted but, as we both know, we're really no different. Given some time, twenty years or so, we'll be a lot more like them."

" ... And you think Sera has been trying to evolve ever since Seraphine's daughter, Angelique, to get back to the pure Sera without any Human equation at all. Like Seraphine was."

"That's my gut instinct, yeah."

"Okay, but... why? I mean, what would she do if she accomplished that?"

"I don't know. Pretty much anything she wants, I guess. We have a lot of money and a lot of power."

"So, that person would be a monster like Seraphine was?"

" ... Marci described Grammie as 'wrong'. Not a person, but a thing that was wrong, and basically had no business existing on God's green Earth. Though I don't think she used the actual term, 'monster', that's pretty much how she summed her up. Now, Marie may have been fucked up, but she was like us. Beyond her psychological instabilities, she'd started with a Human equation with Sera along for the ride until she was bonded, however that went wrong, so... that makes us the same 'wrong thing' as she was, at least in Marci's eyes. Her final reaction to me after I got her home from that underground bar pretty much proves that she saw no difference between me and Grammie, so if the average person sees us that way, how do you think Seraphine would come across?

"That said," he continued, "we can't discount the value of upbringing. I mean, what if this hypothetical, purely Sera Human was brought up with proper values? It's well known that people are shaped by our environment, so we have to ask what it is that defines the term 'monster'. Is it only that difference from within, or is it behaviour? Many people, such as Hitler, have been described using that word, so if behaviour alone is the criteria... Who can really say?"

As I'd suddenly accepted my new lot in life at the penthouse suite in Calgary, I then just as suddenly saw the reality of Sera and what I really was. I'd moved beyond the novelty of control, the fun aspect of the ability to bend others to my will in the same way that the fact of my great wealth had become accepted and compartmentalized, to be taken out and used as needed rather than left in front of me to gaze at with a proud smile. Sitting there with him that evening, I found myself thrust from that happy side of my new reality into a somewhat darker side of that same reality. It was the side that my Stevie had been living on for some time now and, again, my respect for him and his ability to cope was elevated a notch as I put one and one together in my head and came up with two.

During this time, Stevie finished his beer while the cats tried to dominate each other for control of the cathouse, a long pause I finally broke when I cleared my throat to say something that had been on my mind that day, something that now added up to a very heavy and dark '2'.

"(Ahe-em) ... Um, Stevie?"

"Uh huh?"

" ... I'm pregnant."

 

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