Jane gives me that look, "Remember when I left you? I went back to your paintings and added a zero to each painting. Then Ava, the owner, she added one more. She takes 20% of the gross and after taxes, you will end up with about $350,000. She said you can stop by tomorrow to pick up your check."
Stunned, speechless, unable to move. This is the greatest day of my life. I hug Jane and cry. The last few weeks have seen a dramatic change in my life. Jane starts to dress. I do the same. She uses the intercom to talk to the driver, "we are ready." Two minutes later we pull up to my building. It's very late, Stacy is in the bed asleep. I am quiet and get on the couch. I quickly fall asleep.
Chapter 10 - Wanted: Dead or Alive
I wake up the next morning because a guy throws me out of bed. He punches me in the face, kicks me in the ribs, hits me again in the face, hits me in the ribs, and hits me some more. I know these guys, they are friends of my dad. They are screaming at us, "Where is your mother. We want that slut." I hear the neighbors bang on the wall, "We called 911". I am unconscious before help arrives.I wake up in the ER. I have a patch on one eye, I have a tube down my throat. 100 wires and tubes going in and around me. I hear dozens of beeps and alarms. I hurt like hell. They ask me questions. My right-hand works, I make like I want to write. I answer their questions about what hurts and 10 on the level of pain.
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Later a policeman comes in. There are fewer sounds now, things have calmed down. He asks me if I can describe the people. I use my hand like I want to write something. He has a guy that wants to make a composite sketch. I shake my head no and again make like I want to write. They give me 30 minutes and I sketch out three people, profiles, names, height, weight, and exactly what they were wearing. They take the paper. I write down, Lizzy? Stacy? Mom?
The officer looks read sad, "Your sisters are in bad shape, 50/50 if they make it. Your mom was there?"
I write down her new name, her old name, and where she works. I write down my dad's name, three men killed him, sisters and mom hiding from them. The officer is in shock. I fall asleep.
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I wake up later, no hose in my throat. I am in pain. Mom is there and is happy to see me, but she has been crying for hours. I still have pen and paper, I write, "Get word to Jane. They know her family name, they will find her. Pain!"
I fall asleep.
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I wake up in the ICU now. Guys in suits, police officers, my mom, and JANE! She is tentative to touch me. I hear yelling, "I have the whole God damn city looking, nothing more I can do!"
Jane giggled, "Dad is giving the police chief shit. Poor guy, he starts his day off getting shit from his wife and now mom AND dad are beating him up. Word got to him about three brutal beatings. His wife sees the pictures of your sisters and starts crying. She tells him, I just bought a painting of that girl last night. He is questioning his wife, she bought a painting? His wife goes and gets the painting she purchased. She tells him, 'I bought this beautiful painting last night. She is adorable. Now I see that picture of her. You better not come home tonight unless the guys who did this are dead or behind bars.' Poor guy."
"He does a video-conference with the city police departments. Shows your cute sister, tits and all. Then shows the beat up and bloody girl. Then the Chief shows your sketch of the bad guys. Every cop in the city is looking for them and they are turning over every pebble. Every cop in this city fell in love with your sister when they saw your painting. When they saw her beat up and bloody, well, they are mad as hell. This will be a short search."
Jane is holding my hand. "You don't need to be here, but dad insisted because it was easier on your mom as both of your sisters are here. There is no better care than here for them." Her parents come by and they are both red with veins popping out from yelling. I start sketching them but fall asleep.
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I wake up later to silence. Jane is in a big chair, holding my hand, and fast asleep. Her mom is along the back wall, also asleep. Her dad is pacing. With my twitch he notices me. He smiles.
Her dad says, "Your sisters have been upgraded to stable but serious. There are no guarantees, but they are responding well and making progress. They should survive. There was a shootout with the bad guys tonight. Two of the three of them are dead and the third is talking his head off. There will be more arrests in Oakland soon. I will make sure they don't get off."
I write "Thank you", then "Go home, nothing more you can do here. Take your wife and Jane. Make sure she eats. She can spend the day here but not 24x7."
He chuckles at me, "Son, I like you a lot. However, there is no way I am telling the little woman what to do. I like breathing. I will meet you half way. I will make sure she eats three square meals a day. I pity anyone that tries to move her from your side though."
I smile for the first time in a while.
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Life gets into a routine. My sisters have rooms next to me and as I get better I spend more time with them. They are happier when I am around, it's obvious to everyone. Jane got me a sketch pad and I draw everyone. The nurses love the pictures I do of them, especially when I catch them with just the right look. Jane's parents stop coming, mom went back to work after the first week. I will be going home soon. I get homework at the hospital, allowing me to keep up.
The police chief stops by daily to check up on my sisters. He usually has a small group of male officers with him and they say hi ... to my sisters. While they are there Ginger shows up to say hi. I haven't talked to her in years. She isn't there to see me. She is there to see my sisters and the police chief. She is turning herself in. She is the one that gave my address to the three guys. When I demand to know why she gave me some bullshit answer that she can't say no to bad boys. They take her away in handcuffs.
Her family has enough money she will never see a day in jail. I can see the fire of hate in Jane's eyes.
After Ginger leaves Jane says to me, "Her family may have a lot of money, but daddy will ensure she sees the inside of a jail for a while. It will do her some good. Daddy is not a man you want to cross, especially if it involves his little girl."
I look her dead in the eyes, "I will make sure I remember that."
Jane playfully slaps my arm, "Ha, you are one of very few people he respects. Your dinner speech and the painting you created of me made him a big fan of yours. I forgot to tell you. Mom took me home one day and came inside to see your painting. I was expecting her to go apeshit due to the nakedness. She marveled at the painting and then said, 'He really loves you.' I was like duh, no kidding."
I laughed, "Not the reaction I would have expected either. Better your mom than your dad."
Jane covers her mouth, "I would be too embarrassed. I would die on the spot."
I ask inquisitively, "Why does the Police Chief show up every day with ten policemen?"
Jane blushes, "Sorry, I can't say. Trust me though, he IS up to no good. You will see soon enough. The art gallery you showed your work at, they would like to sell more of your paintings. They are eager for any painting you want to sell. It's a great offer, you should go for it."
I laugh at her, "Tell her thanks but I can't sell my art to her, I have a better offer."
Jane looks at me with pain in her eyes, she wants to ask several questions, I stop her.
I explain smugly, "I have heard there is a new gallery coming to New York, I will only sell my work through the new place. It's an exclusive offer to that owner." Jane gives me a questioning look. "Your father told me he was feeling pressure to buy a building for a new art gallery. I don't know who might run it, but I suspect I might know and trust that gallery owner and want to reward her with this year's hottest new artist."
Jane sat speechless before hugging me.
She finally says, "Daddy didn't tell me this. I have been begging for a year now and he won't even listen to my business plan."
I knowingly explain, "Jane, he doesn't need one from you. You owned him the day you were born."
Her parents pick that moment to show up. There is a whole procession of people with him. My mom and sisters among the group.
I ask, "Mom, aren't you supposed to be at work."
Jane's dad, Bob, answers, "She is. She is now my personal assistant. I needed access to your apartment. It's a shame they ruined all that artwork. We needed to get you some clothes. You are going home ... kind of. Your sisters still need help and your place is too small. I won't separate you three, so I am bringing you to our home. I think you will heal better in a home with real food. And since you let the cat out of the bag, I need to discuss the new art gallery location with my daughter.
"We will set you up with painting supplies. Before you start complaining, I am doing this, so I can see my daughter more. I want to help nice people like you, and frankly, we are lonely now that everyone has moved out. It will be wonderful to have a house filled with family again. I will have a nurse there 24 x 7 and anything else you need."
Her mother shyly says, "There will be a price to pay though."
Jane yells, "MOTHER!"
Her mother bravely continues, "I want a painting for the bedroom of me and my husband. I saw the painting of Jane in her apartment. I want to have a great painting of us that shows the love we have for each other before we both turn into dried up prunes."
Jane continues to complain, "I am his exclusive distributor, you can't make him do this. I forbid this."
I smile, "I agree on a few conditions. I have an unusual way to prepare myself and my subjects."
Jane shouts, "Oh no you don't. They are my fucking parents!"
I smile at her wording and it's double meaning, "Yes they are, and you will assist. In fact, my mom and sisters will as well."
They all raise an eyebrow at me.
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Thirty minutes later we are all dressed and in a stretch limo going ... home.
I know the house some. It's a huge grand old house. They have more than enough bedrooms for us and about another two-dozen people. The staff seems happy to have us all there. We start with a wicked prime rib dinner that any restaurant would be proud to serve.
Stacy admits, "I hope I never get better. That was a fantastic meal."
We are led to the basement where they have a home theatre, surround sound, reclining chairs, love seats, and a popcorn machine.
I curl up with Jane and she whispers in my ear, "I haven't seen this in close to ten years. This is special, just watch."
For the next two hours short movie after short movie plays. These are very old movies: Charlie Chaplin, W. C. Fields, Laurel and Hardy, and Buster Keaton are the silent stars. It was some very funny stuff. Exactly what everyone needed.
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The next morning, I am up early. I sit in a parlor looking out the large windows at the flowers outside. It is raining, or I would be outside. I am dreaming in my mind, thinking about my family and our future. Someone nudges my shoulder, breaking me out of my reverie.
I look up and a smiling older woman says to me, "Orders are you need to eat a full breakfast. I can't leave until I see you finish."
I ask her, "Please sit down, I am slow."
She smiles as she sits down. I pull out my drawing pad. I sketch her as I eat my breakfast. I finish the drawing before breakfast.
I rip the page out and give it to her, "Thank you for a nice breakfast."
I fall asleep in the chair thinking.
Jane, her parents and mom are next to come down to breakfast. I sketch them as they eat. I sketch the old gentleman that is serving them, but I put him on a tricycle. I found it amusing to see such a distinguished and proper man riding a child's bike. He got a great laugh out of it and I get a hug."
Jane smiles at me, "I take it you are feeling better?"
I reply with a smile, "Yes, it is much nicer here. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you taking us on and being so generous with us."
Jane's mom, Sally, laughs at me, "Generous? Oh no, Bob is being selfish. You were the bait to get Jane back for a while. In his eyes, he got the best of this deal."
Bob has had enough, "The Police Chief brings in the officers to meet your sisters then shakes them down for donations. He is trying to get enough to put them through nursing school."
I smile, "Funny, I had been thinking the same thing. I want to use my money to put them through school. I will cut off the funding from Oakland, I don't need their money anymore."
Jane's dad is gruff, "I am only putting you up for a while."
Jane laughs at her dad, "Mark sold all of his paintings the other night."
Her mom scoffs, "Do you know what school costs?"
Jane fires back, "Do you know what his paintings sold for?"
Her mom retorts, "$1,250 each. That gets you books."
Jane smiles big, "I added a zero to each painting."
Her mom looks shocked, "Still, that's not enough for 4 years of school."
Jane scolds her mother, "You never let me finish. Ava, the owner of the gallery, added an additional zero to each painting herself after seeing me do it. He has a check for about $350,000 waiting for him."
Both her parents fall back into their chairs.
Mom yells, "What? You sold those painting for over $600,000?"
Jane proudly says, "Your son is now a professional artist. We will limit his production to one a month to keep the demand up. Maybe a few more at Christmas. We will be ok. I like Mark's sisters going back to school. It will be good for them. We may have to paint a few more pictures so we can buy a house and live comfortably. It will never be like living here but as long as I have Mark, I can do with driving myself, cooking, and cleaning. I will do anything for Mark."
Jane looks at her dad, "I am ready to open a Gallery. I take it you have already found the right location?"
Her dad looks at her hard as if he is making a tough decision.
Her mom says, "Don't tease her dear. I know you have been looking for six months and have consultants offering suggestions."
Her dad relents, "We happen to already own a building in a certain area of town that several people say is a prime high-end area. Two spaces are open as are a bunch of condos in the same building. The build-out has already begun. The condos come in two, three, and four bedrooms. How about we spend the day looking at your showroom and offices. Then we will look at the Condos and see which one you want. Since it is Saturday, most of the staff is gone, so let's go out to dinner later. Finally, tonight, we can get Mark to do our painting."
The showroom is huge. His consultants know exactly what to do, Jane will end up with a world-class gallery. We only look at four-bedroom condos. Some are terrible, a few are ok, and one is awesome, but it had a terrible view. Her father assures us that the one on the top floor with the awesome view will be ready when we need it. If not, we can stay with them until it is.
Chapter 11 - Pay Up, Boy
It's Saturday night. Outside there is a chill in the air and it's lightly raining. Dinner is awesome, and everyone got along like we are old friends. Lizzy and Stacy aren't as shy anymore. They feel comfortable around family and Jane's family is like family. After the assault they were very withdrawn and timid. Now they are laughing at all the jokes and telling stories. Jane's parents seem the happiest. They love spending time with Jane, this is a real treat.
Yet there is more to this. They have accepted me and my family as friends. I know mom is working out great and they are thrilled to have her. She double checks everything important, especially contracts. They seem to like having her around the house as well. I wonder if something is going on there. They seem to get along very well. In a few months, my sisters will start school, I won't see them much. They may even use my old apartment because it is close to the school.
The ride home is quiet. Obviously, everyone knows about my ... unique warm up. How will it go with Jane's dad there? Do I still fuck Jane's mother? Is that what she wants? What does Jane want?
I start the conversation in the limo while drinking bubbly, "This is the first time tonight nobody is talking and laughing. I gather everyone is wondering how I will handle this. Will I change my warm-up routine? Who will be there, who will watch, who will participate, and who will participate with who? I can see the questions in your eyes."
I am very uneasy about this, but I continue, "When one of my models have great sex, she is energized, and the emotions spill out easily. They don't hide who they are. It's easy to paint their emotions. When I have sex, it heightens my senses and opens me up emotionally, I can see the feelings and emotions of my models. In my typical routine, I fuck the model. Then we are both ready to go."
I look up, "Obviously, this situation is a bit different. I want to give you the full experience and paint an awesome painting. My thought is Bob and Sally will make love on their bed with all of us there. With us watching, it will add a whole new element and will drive you both wild. I don't know how mom fits in with you two yet, but I suspect if you want, she is up for fun.
My rule: Sally decides. You decide if, when, and what happens. Man on woman, woman on woman, man on woman on woman, my mom is down with it all. You get to run wild or stay comfortable with Bob. Tonight, he doesn't get to decide, it's all you. He will love you no matter what, you are safe. I don't know if you have ever experimented with a woman but tonight is the perfect time if you do. Mom and Bob will do anything you ask of them. Bob nor my mom can say no to you."
Feeling more confident now I add, "At the same time, Jane and I will be making love right next to you. My sisters get the same rules with Jane making the decisions. I don't know how this will end up tonight. It's all up to Jane and Sally. I am up for anything. When we finish, Bob and Sally in each other's arms naked on the bed, no sheets so I can paint. Does anyone object?"
Mom asks curiously, "What makes you think they even want me?"
I smile, "I have no idea one way or the other. I just thought that if Sally wants to do something different tonight, this is her chance. My guess is she has not had the opportunity to use a woman or share her husband. I am not pushing, either way, just leaving the door open. I sense that you three are closer than you have let us believe or want to be and don't know how to start. I could be dead wrong, we shall see what happens. I have set the buffet up, now we shall see what Jane and Sally select to eat."
Jane gives me a steamy, lusty, kiss that melts me into her arms. She has a very satisfied look on her face. After that, the conversation is back to normal. Bob makes eye contact with me, smiles, and winks at me. I hope that is a good thing.
We go back to the mansion. My painting supplies are already set up. The canvas is a bit larger than I normally use but with my plan, this will be perfect. They have a classic bedroom. Huge king size bed and huge old furniture stained dark and weathered over the years. Lots of lace on the bed. It has four tall posts but no canopy on top, that will make watching easier. I will draw the bed without the two posts at the bottom of the bed. There is an old humpback trunk at the foot of the bed.
In the corner are double doors to the washroom that has double marble sinks, marble shower, and two claw-footed antique tubs. The staff has stacked twenty towels on a chair. I have no idea what they think we will be doing but they planned for us to do it about four times I guess. Jane and Sally get a good laugh at the number of towels.
Jane takes charge, "Mark has made enough rules, time for us women to start. Like Mark suggested and we agree, my mom and I run this show from now on. You are free to leave at any time. However, if you stay, you will do what mom and I tell you to do. We are the choreographers of this party. Just because you're naked does not mean you will participate. It just guarantees we can watch you masturbate while we are screwing." She smiles hugely with that last statement.
Still grinning big Jane says, "Mom, Valorie, and dad, strip."
Sally looks defiant, "You don't tell me what to do. You two, don't move."
Sally stands in front of the group and slowly strips naked. She makes a show of taking her bra and panties off by teasing us. Start, stop, start, stop, put back on, pull down some. It is a nice show. Her large breasts sag but they are very big. Being older, her body is more mature, curvier, and healthy looking. She shaved, and Bob's eyes go big with surprise. She didn't miss his smile as she giggles.Sally then strips Bob. Years of practice and his willingness help a lot. Sally then steps behind mom and hugs her. Sally's hands go to mom's breasts and she squeezes them. Her arms go around mom and she sticks her tongue in moms ear as she whispers something in her ear. Sally unbuttons mom's blouse, button by button, then pulls it off. She unzips her skirt and lets it fall. The wet spot on her panties is visible.
Sally slips a finger inside the panties and inserts a finger into mom's slit. Mom moans and bucks her hips. Sally's hand comes out and unclasps the bra. She pulls the straps off the shoulders and it falls free releasing the second set of large breasts of the night. Sure, they sag, gravity is a constant. But even with the sag, they are big and squeezable and a dream to have pushed into you. Sally bends her legs so that her body lowers itself. As she does she takes mom's panties down with her hands while Sally's tongue slides down mom's ass. Mom giggles at that.
Sally taunts her daughter, "Now, wasn't that much better than just stripping?"
Jane looks beat, her mother is right, but she can't let her have the last word.
Jane smugly replies, "I got to hand it to you old experienced people, you know how to get things started. However, we look better, perform better, and we have a secret weapon." She licks her lips sexily. I hiss for effect.
Jane is wearing a dress, so I help her start the unzipping. She struts in full view of all, in the center of the group. She wiggles her hips and arches her back, thrusting out her chest. In this pose, she finishes undressing and the dress slowly slides off her body with little prompting. Her stunned parents stand in awe. No bra. No panties. No hair.
Janes puts a finger to her mouth and says, "I am a bad girl."
Jane stands in front of Lizzy. She grabs her behind the head, by the hair, and pulls her close for a hot steamy kiss. She releases Lizzy and pulls the sundress over her head. A nice matching purple set of lingerie is remaining. The latch is in front. Jane holds the orbs together and then using a thumb, releases the latch. She reveals a single breast. She kisses and then sucks the nipple. Lizzy moans and shudders on her feet. The bra drops and Jane latches on to the other nipple. She pulls away, we can see the breasts standing out. Slowly, Jane descends to her knees and thus releasing the breasts for our viewing.
They are magnificent, almost no sag. They are round like melons, they don't flatten like you would expect. Once on her knees, she pulls down the panties. As her shaved slit becomes visible, Jane attacks it with her tongue. It only takes two minutes to get Lizzy off. Jane's face is wet with pussy juice. Sally looks shocked.
Stacy is a repeat of Lizzy, but she orgasms almost immediately. Jane has a lot of fun with my sisters but now her eyes are devouring me. Her eyes are ablaze with fire. She did my sisters, she knew I would be hard as a rock. I am. She uses a finger, points at my arms and then points up. I reach my arms up high. She uses her hand from the open position to bending, like at the waist. I bend over at the waist. She pulls my shirt off. I stand back up. She stands behind me like she is going to help me pee. She removes the belt then unzips my pants.
I kick my shoes off. She rolls my pants down and I kick them off. I lift my foot and she removes the socks. Mom and Sally's eyes are staring at my bulge.
Jane laughs at a memory, "The first time I did this I almost got a black eye."
She moves her head to the side and teasingly, in slow motion removes my shorts. Once my head passes the boxer's waist-band, it pops up. Her parent's eyes bulge out of their heads. Mom and my sisters are pure lust. Jane smiles, she owns it.
Jane taunts Sally, "You may have the experience at stripping, but I own this monster."
Jane stands up and takes me by the hand and leads us over to Stacy and takes her by the hand. She leads us back to the bed.
Jane says to Stacy, "Lay down on the side of the bed, head on pillows."
Stacy gets up on the bed and lays down on her back. She looks nervous. Jane gets up on the bed over Stacy's legs, so she can eat pussy. Stacy smiles now, so does Jane.
Jane says to me, "I am going to be eating pussy so go easy as you fuck me."
I get up on the bed and start lazily fucking Jane. Stacy is already moaning, she won't last long.
Sally gets in the bed in a missionary position and Bob follows her. He starts fucking her much more eagerly than I am Jane. He stares at us a lot. Especially, how I am plowing his daughter. He pulls out of Sally, she has a look of horror on her face. He flips her over, ignoring her protests. He thrusts into her harder than before. Immediately she is moaning and smiling devilishly.
Sally eggs Bob on, "Look at your daughter. Those young beautiful tits and that huge wonderful cock plowing her tight cunt. His sisters are adorable, the most perfect tits I have ever seen. Is that why you turned me over, so you can feel like him?"
Bob is embarrassed now. He concentrates on Sally. He pushes harder and faster, she is moaning now. No longer able to talk and embarrass him. He is horny, much more than normal, he looks like a teen again. He has a silly happy look on his face.
Stacy orgasms from Jane's attention. After she recovers, Stacy gets up and is replaced by Lizzy. Jane eagerly goes after her slit with her tongue. Like Stacy, Lizzy is quickly moaning at Jane's ability.
Bob and Sally yell out in unison as they both orgasm. Bob will be sidelined a while, did they plan this? Sally gets out of bed and pushes Bob to the foot of the bed. She then goes to mom and takes her by the hand and leads her to the bed where she wants mom to lay down on her back. Sally climbs on top and they start with soft light kisses. Both sets of hands go to the opposite breasts and play with the nipples. Both women start moaning and breathing hard.
Sally breaks the kiss and repositions mom, she is now on an angle. I find this odd. Sally gets back on the bed but backward and over mom. They engage in a 69. Their both engaged orally with the other's pussy and lapping at it eagerly. Mom had more experience, but Sally seemed to be doing ok. I now understand why they're at an angle, it's so Bob can see everything. They are quickening his recovery, and this seems to be working. Hell, it's working on me.
Lizzy blows up with an orgasm. Lizzy gets up and then Jane follows her. Huh? Jane lays down on the bed like Lizzy was. She has Stacy come back and take Janes old position on top. Stacy eagerly starts in on Jane. She has longer hair so, from my point of view, it is awesome to see her hair all over Jane's body. There is a pussy in front of me, I stick my cock in. Same speed as with Jane.
Bob's eyes are huge with realization. Sally and mom are oblivious of his look. Sally looks at Bob. She moves the 69 so she is on her back, head on the pillows, mom facing the headboard. Sally nods at her husband. He looks surprised. She nods her head. He points at mom. She nods her head again. He looks like a child in a candy shop.
Bob pulls up behind mom and in one quick thrust, thrusts his cock into mom. She felt him moving around but assumed he was going to enter his wife. Mom is now moaning the loudest and yelling "YES". She arches her back and Bob cups her breasts. He is slamming into her hard and fast. Sally is playing with her clit using her hands. Mom will soon explode.
Stacy explodes on our side of the bed. Lizzy quickly pushes her over and takes her place. She wants cock and to eat pussy. Jane has been surprisingly quiet. Later I would find out that between my fucking her and my sisters eating her pussy, she had about a dozen small orgasms.
Bub grunts and shoots his load into mom. She orgasms and screams in ecstasy. The three of them look worn out. Bob lays in between Sally and mom. They curl up together watching us. I speed Lizzy along by tweaking one nipple and sticking my thumb up her ass. Jane has her close, I push her over the cliff.
Stacy is ready to take another turn, but Jane put up her hand like a stop sign. Jane smiles and gets up on all fours with ass towards me.
Jane instructs me, "Ok big boy, time to end this. I want that huge cock of yours going full speed into my cunt. I want it hard. I want it fast. And I want that cock spurting your seed up into my womb."
I get back on my knees. I show off my cock and then I slowly thrust it into Jane. Quickly I am thrusting away. Soon I am sweating and grunting. Jane is yelling, "yes" over and over. She is on fire and won't last long. My sisters spur her on.
Stacy says in a low husky voice, "Look at the size of that cock. How can she take it all?"
Lizzy continues, "Look how it slides evenly into her fuck hole. I know it's filling her up. She is wondering how it's not coming out her ass."
Stacy counters, "She is so lucky. Look how fast he is pounding her. That must hurt the way his body is slamming into her. What I wouldn't give to be getting that."
Lizzy uses her hands to cup a breast and sucks on it. Stacy attacks the other. This is too much for Jane. Too much stimulation. One of my sisters uses a palm to cup her pussy and plays with her clit. Jane turns into Mt. Vesuvius. She stiffens and releases an earth-shattering scream that continued far longer than the norm. I thrust seven more times to shoot my cum deep into Jane's waiting body. After I finish she passes out and collapses.
I take over now, "Mom, out and to the chair. Lizzy and Stacy, look after Jane. I am going to start." Now speaking at Sally and Bob. "Can you feel the energy? All your defenses are down. The true and honest you, are here now, and I will capture it in paint. The stiffness and boredom of the day is gone, your body is reacting to the endorphins. This will be another awesome painting. I can feel it."
I then spend two hours painting. The canvas is larger, and the subject is more complex than normal. Yet, I nailed it. I don't let Jane or my family watch me paint, I like to see their reactions after I reveal. My final painting is what Sally wanted, a picture of them naked for the bedroom. I have taken liberties. I painted them naked in bed after sex. Visibly exhausted and happy. That is the right side of the painting and the bed. On the left side, I paint them as they were when younger. I based my view on some guesses, Jane, and old photo's I have seen of Bob and Sally.
The younger version of them are in the same position but their bodies look better and of course younger. I then have transition lines suggesting the passage of time. The younger couple is smaller and looks to be slightly in the background. I add to the illusion and make current couple closer to the audience. I thought it was cool. I stand in front of the painting when I finish, pick it up, turn around, and then walk to the side.
All six of them gasp. Sally and Jane are in tears, Bob is speechless. Everyone moves closer.
Sally asks, "You nailed us, how did you know?"
I explain, "You are easy, I based you on Jane. There are also paintings and photos around the house that Jane has shown me, so I have seen that age and older. I had a sense of progression. I just worked backward and guessed some."
Bob was first to move and hug me, "Spectacular. Simply amazing. I love how you have the old and new."
I smile, "When Sally said she wanted to capture your look now I sensed she was unhappy with now and what you lost. I wanted to try and recapture the past yet tie it to how you got here. From what I see, the here and now isn't too bad. Have you ever done much of this before?"
Sally blushes immediately, "We have always had what I would now describe as boring sex. At the time it was great. But the voyeuristic part is amazing. I have never thought of being with a woman. When you suggested it in the car I almost wet my pants. Then I wanted to give my husband something. He has always been faithful, yet I knew there were many he liked. It was fun sharing your mom. Bob has never manipulated me like he did tonight when he threw me in doggie. Oh my, I love that position. I can't even count the number of orgasms I had tonight. My first was seeing your cock release."
Bob says, "I think having it mounted just above the headboard will be perfect." He pauses and blushes. "The painting, not your cock."
Jane says, "I have a friend that frames paintings. He is good and discreet. Have him frame it. I will send you his contact information. Use my name or he won't talk to you. He is quirky but very good. He will know what type of frame to use. I am taking my man and his sisters to bed. I am tired. See you in the morning."
Chapter 12 - Payback
A few days after our group sex session, I get a text message from Sally saying we are all going out for lunch. She will pick me up at my apartment at 11:30 AM. Immediately I think this is odd.
I text Jane, "Your mother is picking me up for lunch at 11:30? You know about this?"
Jane replies, "Yes, don't disappoint her."
Don't disappoint her? We're going to lunch; how can I disappoint her?
I text back, "You sure about this?"
She quickly replies, "Absolutely. Really. I will meet you for lunch."
As I am walking up to my building a limo is pulling up. My lunch date, Sally is here. I walk up to the car, but she is getting out.
Sally pleads, "I need to use your washroom. Quickly!"
We rush upstairs, and she runs into the washroom. I hear a flush and then the door opens. Sally walks out confident and naked. My jaw is sore, it fell to the floor.
Sally looks at me confidently and explains, "The other night we talked about my faithful husband. He admitted he wasn't as faithful as I thought. I was devastated and furious. Jane has perfect timing and just happen to call. She asked why I am crying and I told her, I was furious with Bob. She is with your sisters now having lunch. When I saw you, I was envious. You are so much bigger. I want you to fuck me and make me your slut."
She walked to the edge of the bed, falls to her back, and spread her legs wide.
She says to me in a deep sexy voice, "Lunch is served, come and get some."
I am still in shock but there is an open pussy in front of me. I have permission. I pull down my pants and walk to the edge of the bed.
Before entering her, "You understand once we do this, I will stretch you out. He will know this and who did it. He will think less of me. He may hold it against Jane for assisting you, I suggest you say this was my idea."
Sally will have none of that, "That is sweet of you, but this is part of his punishment. He violated a sacred trust and there are consequences. His wife and daughter are judge, jury, and executioner. He likes you a lot more than you think. Nobody stands up to him or accepts his challenges. That dinner party speech was a big deal and everyone there, but you knew the significance. You are the first to take the bait and your speech was inspiring. Now, how about you take it slow and make me happy."
I push in slowly. I am breaking new ground, clearing the passage.
Sally groans, "Oh fuck you are big. Wow, it feels so different."
I comfort her, "From what I gather in my experience, each guy is different. Women like this or that better, but let's face it, having a real man thrusting a cock inside your vagina is a pretty good feeling. I wouldn't get too hung up on best and worst, more how much you like the thing in you now."
Sally laughs, "Well, right now this thing is pretty special to me. Now, pound me hard and fast. We have a noon reservation with the girls."
I fulfill her wish. I pound her hard and fast. Quickly the sweat appears, then the heavy breathing, then moaning, then grunting, and finally a few ouches. I tried to slow down with the ouches, but she would have none of that. I test a theory. I spank her ass hard.
Sally barely mutters, "You call that a spank, you are pathetic."
I know taunting when I hear it. The second time I didn't hold back. Whoop, (SLAP!)
Sally screams out and then shouts, "Oh fuck that hurt!"
I spank her hard again, overlapping handprints.
Again, Sally screams at the pain and yells out, "Damn, that stings."
She didn't tell me to stop, I let another fly as hard as I can.
This time it's different. She screams out in pain and clamps down on my cock from her orgasm. Her ass is stinging, she freezes with pleasure. I doubt she felt the four ropes of cum I deposit inside of her. She orgasms hard. It takes several minutes before she moves. It is a while before she gets up and makes it to the washroom. Shortly after, she comes out tired looking but dressed for lunch. She takes my hand like a little child and drags me out the door, we are late.
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Ten minutes later she is still holding my hand as we walk into a restaurant. I notice a few extra chairs at the table. One each next to Lizzy and Stacy. In those chairs are two good-looking, young, police officers. They explain that part of the money collections for my sisters included a raffle for a lunch date with them. Within a year Lizzy marries the guy she is with today.
Through lunch, Sally shifts a lot and it's annoying Jane. She finally complains. Sally doesn't say anything, she just sits in her chair. Finally, she gets up, grabs Jane and they walk off. Sally pushes Jane into a washroom toilet and closes the door. She turns around and pulls up her dress to her waist. No panties. Jane, being the educated, loving, daughter that she is, falls into a deep laughter.
The dress falls back into place, Sally opens the door and stomps out. The two women walk back to the table. Sally is still furious while Jane looks like she wants to die from a funny joke.
Jane leans over and whispers in my ear, "I love your HANDY work." I spit water out my nose.
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Fast forward four years ...
Lizzy is married to the policeman and has two children. She is happy with her life.
Jane is convinced Stacy loves me as much as she does. Stacy lives in the same building but spends most of her time with us. Both her and Lizzy are nurses now and work at a nearby hospital together. Jane makes the decisions and Stacy is happy with any part of me she can get. Jane is good at sharing. I never have to ask nor will I. Jane has all the power. Stacy and Jane even do stuff without me occasionally.
Mom never moved out of the mansion. Nobody knows her position or title or purpose. Just don't mess with her or Bob and Sally come down on you with a ton of bricks. The three seem interchangeable at social functions. We see them quite a bit and all three of them love that.
Surprisingly, I get along even better with Bob after taking his wife. No, after she took me. We do ok financially for a company starting up, but Bob likes his daughter to have a certain status and level of comfort, money finds its way to in our account, we share drivers and cars. It's very nice of him.
Jane and I are married and have one child so far. The gallery opened to much success and then slowed down. Jane constantly hunts for new artists to represent. Slowly, we are building the business. I release my artwork slowly, and it sells instantly. We make great money on that, then some off everything else. The Gallery is slowly building a reputation for fine art.
Sally told some friends about our night of group sex and the painting she got. She has even shown it off. When the money is enough, and the people are fun, we do special nights like that one on the side. They are never the same but some of those have been amazing. Someday I will tell those stories.