A Plot in Motion:
My name is Thomas Blackstone and I work at my Grandpa's antique shop. I have been on the road the last few months buying product for the store. I got the word two days ago and flew back immediately. I can't believe he's dead. I stood in the front row of the church with my family. We took up a total of three pews. The rest of the church was packed with friends and people that did business with Grandpa. He was well liked in the community. There were a ton of flowers surrounding the altar and his sarcophagus. Yes, I said sarcophagus. He had gotten ahold of it when he was in his thirties and had set it aside for his own passing for today. He had restored it with his own hands. He had made a life mask when he turned forty so that he could fashion his own silver death mask. He couldn't afford a gold one but he had gathered enough silver for the project. It looked amazing! He was dressed as a pharaoh with his arms crossed over his chest. Grandpa even had the two ceremonial staffs of office in his hands. Grandpa looked the part to the nines. He deserved it.
I walked up to the podium and read the speech I had written to send him off. Parts of it were inspired by the Egyptian book of the dead. It is what he would have wanted. I shared stories of travelling with him over my entire life. I had seen more of the world and made friends across the globe doing business with so many shrewd men and women. Speaking of women, I locked eyes with the stunning middle-aged woman seated just behind our family. Surisa Meesang was Thai by birth but had the most amazing blue eyes. She had been a close friend of my Grandpa. I suspected they had been lovers when she was younger. She winked at me as I spoke the closing lines of my epitaph. I returned to my seat and the priest finished the service and we headed for Grandpa's house. My mother, Grandpa's daughter, was in tears and I held onto her as my siblings followed behind. We took the limo to the graveside. The stone pyramid was going to act as a family mausoleum. Grandma had already been laid to rest inside of it along with Uncle Chuck. Chuck had died of liver disease from a lifetime of drinking. Once the family was assembled we carried the sarcophagus into the pyramid.
"I can't believe he's gone." Mom muttered as the sarcophagus was slid into place.
"I can't believe he got this pyramid built on private property." I said and she smiled.
"He had friends everywhere." Joanna added as the granite plate was set into place.
"Yes, he did," I replied as I used the wrench to lock the first bolt into place. "I know he'd love to see his children and grandchildren together." I grunted as I wrestled the third bolt home. "I'm glad Surisa made it. Grandpa and she were really close, finally!" The last bolt was seated and the plate was secure. "Thomas Blackstone has been laid to rest."
"Let's get shit faced," Mom said and we all seconded her suggestion.
We left the pyramid and followed the cobblestone path to the rear of the house my grandfather had built for his bride all those years ago. I shivered as a brisk autumn wind blew at our backs. The interior of the house in contrast was warm and cheery. The food and alcohol was generous and there were tons of stories about Grandpa and his many adventures. There were enough room for family to stay the night. I offered my room to Surisa while I crashed on the couch. She had flown in from some enigmatic location to see my grandfather off. While she was a friend of the family she was as mysterious as some of the items she sold to Grandpa for a reduced price. I couldn't prove she was a smuggler or dealt in stolen goods but I would be foolish to accuse her. She was one of our best suppliers.
The house emptied by nine o'clock and I helped my siblings clean up before calling it a night. They went upstairs while I slipped into the guest bath to change into pajamas. I built up a fire in the hearth and sat on the couch staring at the flames. An era had passed and the entire family was concerned about the legacy that was going to be divided among them. My only concern was Grandpa's business. His antique shop had been a landmark in town for generations. I was concerned we would be forced to sell its contents to cover my grandfather's debts. That would be a sin in my book. He had worked so hard for so long only to see it scattered to the four winds after his death.
"I am so sorry." I muttered blinking away the tears.
"Sorry for what?"
"Oh Surisa," I said spinning to face the stunning older woman. "I thought I was alone."
"I couldn't sleep," she said sitting down next to me. I tried not to stare at the tight-fitting shirt and frilled panties she was wearing. "You are worried about something."
"I hate the thought of all of Grandpa's things be auctioned off to pay for his debts."
"Where the hell did you get the idea that he was hurting for money?" She said looking deep into my eyes. "He planned for the end. You of all people should know how much he loved you. I wonder."
"What do you wonder?" I asked as she leaned close in a conspirator sort of way.
"If Thomas was sleeping with his sister or daughters. He really did follow the ancient rites you know. Would you Thomas... would you take your sisters to your bed."
"I... what a strange question. I've never thought of it to be honest. I guess if I wasn't related... I have some cute sisters... but I don't think it would be right to cross that line."
She kissed me without any warning. My arms went around her as her hands clasped the back of my neck. I kissed her back as she pressed against me. I was panting when she broke our first kiss. She placed her head against my chest and I could hear her breathing above the crackle of the fire. Surisa looked around and grinned. She grabbed one of the blankets I had set aside for tonight. She wrapped it around us and I snuggled close as our hands began to roam under each other's clothing. I kissed her just as her cool hands settled on my hot flesh. She stroked me slowly as I cupped her breasts. I moaned into her mouth as one of her hands cupped my balls and the other caressed my length.
"Lie back, I want to taste you," she said breaking our kiss.
I did as she asked. I lifted my ass as she tugged my bottoms off. I covered us up as her head dove down between my legs. I gasped as her tongue lapped at the tip even as both her hands worked on my length. I let out a groan when her mouth opened wide and took the head of my cock between her lips. Oh shit, she knew how to pleasure a guy. It took a lot to just lie there and take it. Surisa was on fire and it was spreading.
"Flip around... I want to taste you too..." I moaned.
"Anything you say sweetie."
Surisa took a moment to get naked and move into a mutually beneficial position. I grabbed her ass cheeks as her pussy lined up with my face. The next few minutes became a fuzzy haze of pleasure as she went down on me and I ate her out. I lapped at her pussy as she took half my cock down her throat. I prayed no one came down and caught us doing the nasty. I buried my tongue between her labia and tasted her sex. I used the tip of my tongue to lash her clit and that sent shivers through her body. Things escalated from there. It was Surisa that flipped around and took my cock in hand.
"I can't wait any longer." She growled. "I need you inside of me."
"Oh... my... god..." I moaned as she sank down enveloping me.
"How long has it been?" She asked as she began moving.
"Two years, six months, and a few days I think," I grunted as she rode me.
"I didn't know you were a virgin," she said staring down with those amazing cerulean eyes of hers. "I'm glad I was your first."
"Me... me too..." I said as I reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks. "I am getting close."
"I know... you're getting bigger. Shoot it inside of me!"
I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. My entire body shook as I came. She climaxed the moment my sperm hit her insides. I held her close and she lay on top of me panting. We fell silent as our bodies got reacquainted. We moved to the bathroom and fucked in the shower. I made her climax twice more as I pounded her hard from behind. She slipped away after we dried off so that no one learned about our little encounter. I dressed and lay on the couch feeling a little better. I was still missing my Grandpa but Surisa had blunted some of the pain with her body. She had been a little out of left field about asking if I was into incest. Had Grandpa slept with his sisters or daughters? I had been honest. If any of my sisters or hell even my mom wasn't related by blood I'd hit that. They were that cute.
My stomach growled so loud it drowned out the sound of the fire. I giggled and headed for the kitchen to grab some leftovers. There was plenty of lunch meat and cheese to make a sandwich. I settled back onto the couch and nibbled my snack. I was munching on a potato chip when I heard footsteps on the steps behind me. They were soft and quiet but disappeared once they reached the heavy carpeted floor. My eyes were suddenly covered and I smelled the strong scent of rose and vanilla. My sister Violet was the only one I knew that wore that combination.
"Hello Violet," I said after swallowing the chip.
"Oh poo," she said in what passed for cursing. "I thought I'd fool you."
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, my tummy is empty," she purred as she removed her hands from my eyes. "I can't say the same for Surisa. Her tummy is full of your stuff."
"Damn it Violet, Mom warned you about spying." I said looking over my shoulder. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"I borrowed some of mom's things. She fell asleep so I snuck into her bag and found these. Don't you like them?"
"That's mom's lingerie Violet and you are bigger than she is in the chest. You are practically spilling out of that top."
"I know. I've seen you staring at me when I'm in a swim suit."
"I shouldn't have stared, that was wrong of me." I said thinking that Surisa's question was being tested.
"I like it when guys stare at me." She purred and then blurted out. "I got so damn wet watching you two go at it. I had to change my panties so I got mom's. I never knew how big you were Thomas."
"Whoa... over sharing kitten! I am still your brother."
"Technically half-brother," she said as she sat down next to me. "The fire feels so good. I was getting cold. My nipples are hard as hell, see."
I looked damn it. I could see her dark areolas and the thick protrusions of her nipples poking out. Violet and I shared the same mother but she had divorced my dad and had her with another guy. They never married but Violet was still family. She was still my half-sister and that made her blood. She stole a chip from my plate and munched it as we sat there awkwardly. The awkward feeling just got worse when Violet grabbed the blanket and sniffed it. I placed my plate over my lap to cover my growing bulge. It was difficult having a half-naked woman so close and so eager right after fucking Surisa. Violet had always been a little slow but this was way out of character.
"It smells like sex," she said dreamily as she held the material close to her face. "I like your smell Thomas. Do you like mine?" She said as she tossed me her other pair of panties. "Go ahead and sniff them. I was really wet or are you chicken."
"Did you overhear Surisa about sleeping with a sister and are you daring me to smell your panties?" I growled my cock getting harder by the second.
"Yep, you don't have the balls..." she said and I called her bluff. "Wait, why are you kneeling there... oh god... you're smelling my pussy..."
"Quiet," I snapped as I lowered my head between her thighs. "You smell delicious. I should teach you a lesson but you'd wake the entire house if I did."
"No way..." she said placing a pillow over her face. "See... I just keep my face covered and yes I heard her ask you about fucking me. I think she knew I was there."
I pulled her hips to the edge of the couch before I tugged her panties off her ass and down to her knees. I lapped at her pussy and she buried her face in the pillow. Her sex was already half soaked. I suckled her clit and she came so hard my face was glazed with her juices. I eased two fingers into her and began fingering her slit. Violet tried rocking her hips as I alternated fingering and licking her pussy.
"I'm going to come again." She warned.
I cupped her ass cheeks and lapped at her labia in long full strokes and her body bucked against my face a second time. I pulled her panties up and managed to keep from fucking her by sheer willpower alone. I returned to my seat and wiped my face clean using my shirt. Violet stared at me and her gaze went to my erection.
"Let me..."
"NO... if you do I will rape you and wake the entire house..."
"I swallow... I will leave once I get you off, I promise. Sucking isn't fucking..."
"Fine..." I growled. "Get over here..." I said pulling down my bottoms.
"It's huge! I was hoping to deep-throat you but I just don't know, I'll give it a try."
Violet knelt between my legs and wrapped her hands around me. She never hesitated and took the head between her lips as her hands worked me. I grabbed the pillow and watched as she made love to my cock. She was fierce as she shoved her head down trying to take every inch down her throat. I was fascinated as she took an inch at a time until with I moan of triumph her lips touched the base. Aw hell girl, I was shaking as her cheeks caved in as she applied some serious suction. She felt my cock swell between her lips and she changed her strategy. Violet's lips wrapped around the tip as she double fisted my erection. I warned her but she remained focused on my cock. Surisa's words haunted me as my cock was buried down her throat. Would you fuck your sister?
"I'm losing my mind," I whispered just before I climaxed. "Swallow it slut."
Her throat muscles worked as she gulped down my load. She smacked her lips together as she looked me in the eye.
"We're not even. I came more than you did. Sure, you don't want to stick it in me? I won't ever tell anyone. I'll even let you do my ass if you want. I've never let anyone do that before. Guys always want to fuck my butt but I don't trust them. You I trust. You wouldn't hurt me. You'd be real gentle sliding your cock in my ass."
"Did Surisa tell you it was okay to fuck me? Jeez, Mom would have a heart attack if she heard you talking like that."
"I know," she said smiling. "Even though she says that and worse when she brings guys home. You don't know cause you're never there. She likes getting it in the ass."
"Over sharing Violet," I growled as my cock hardened again. "You better leave or I will tap that ass of yours. They are reading Grandpa's will later today. Cut it out... that feels too damn good!"
"I know. My pussy feels even better. Oh shit... someone's coming!"
We dove under the cover and sat next to each other as footsteps could be heard now. My mom called out as she approached.
"You two are still up," she said standing behind us. "I don't blame you. I couldn't sleep either."
"Violet," I said a little too loud when her hand wrapped around my cock under the cover. "...came down to make sure I was okay."
"I got things well in hand," Violet said giggling as she gave my cock a gentle squeeze.
"I am going to get a snack." Mom said. "You hungry?"
"I already ate." I said fighting the urge to moan.
"Make room," mom said. "We need to talk."
Violet watched mom walk into the kitchen and I retreated to the corner of the couch. Sis wasn't going to be denied. She faced away from me and pushed her ass against me. It only took a second to realize she had taken off her panties. I stared in horror as she lifted her ass and impaled her pussy on my erection. She cuddled and simply sat there as mom reappeared and took a seat on the other end of the couch. I cupped Violet's tits under the covers and teased her nipples. I wasn't going to be the only one suffering. Mom ignored us as she ate her sandwich. My heart was pounding in my chest as sis squeezed her pussy around me in revenge for the nipples.
"You two okay, you are being awful quiet."
"I'm fine, just a little upset about Grandpa. I'm worried about the shop."
"Violet, your face is all red are you overheated?"
"I'm okay. I'm trying to take Thomas' mind off things."
"I never thought you two would ever get along. Now look at you, cuddling on the couch just like Grandpa and I did when I was a kid. You look guilty of something."
"Violet was just sharing secrets," I said derailing mom's thoughts and pondering if Surisa was right. Had cuddling led to something more?
"Oh, you little shit," Mom cursed. "You've been spying again. I warned you about that. What did she say?"
"Thomas don't you dare," Violet said squeezing her pussy tighter than ever.
"If I don't we are both in trouble." I said and I saw Mom's eyes narrow. "She says that you are eccentric in bed."
"What the hell does that even mean?" Mom growled her gaze fixed on Violet.
"I told him you like taking it in the butt." Violet admitted and now mom was blushing like hell.
"You are so dead when we get home. I can't believe you told him that. Sons shouldn't know those sorts of things about their mothers."
"What's it like?" Violet asked throwing gas on the fire.
"Oh my god Violet! I am not answering that."
"I told you she's afraid." Sis said playing mom to perfection.
"I am not afraid... fine... but this is so wrong. I can't believe you want to know this."
Mom went into graphic detail about her first time doing anal with a guy in a bar's bathroom. She might have started out blushing but by the time she was done she was giving us details about how to do anal properly and sharing how good it felt to have a man's penis up her butt. All the talk about anal sex had me flexing my cock inside of Violet. She in turn asked mom another embarrassing question.
"I know this guy," Violet began smiling at mom. "He's like really big but I don't know if... you know."
"How big are we talking?" Mom asked chewing her lower lip lewdly. She was obviously excited after sharing her anal sex memories. "Is he bigger than average?"
"I don't know... at least ten when he's hard." Violet said lowering her head to hide how close she was to climaxing.
"Ten inches... Jesus Violet... who are we talking about?" Mom asked but sis just shook her head. "How thick is it? I mean you don't want getting hurt." Mom's voice becoming more excited. Sis held up her hand and touched her thumb to her middle finger. "No way... he can't be that big. Have you..."
"MOM... that wouldn't be right... I was just asking if I should hook up with him, not that I have or anything. You aren't going to steal him away are you?" Sis asked and looked over her shoulder at me.
"I don't steal boys away from girls." Mom growled even as her cheeks flushed with color again.
"Oh my god," I said staring at her noticing her hard nipples beneath her shirt. "You are thinking about it right now. Jeez mom, show some control."
I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from crying out as I shot my load into Violet. She cried out surprised since I hadn't warned her. Thank god mom misinterpreted her daughter's reaction. Mom apologized and I blamed Violet for starting everything. Mom agreed and left us taking her snack with her. I watched as she climbed the steps never looking behind her. Once her footsteps had faded into silence I pounced. I shoved Violet forward and began moving my hips."You started this you little slut," I growled as I hammered her from behind. "Did Surisa put you up to this? Did Grandpa make you do this?"
"It's all my fault," she moaned taking the blame as she rocked her hips against me. "Punish me Thomas... take it out on me... she said you wanted me... she told me it would be okay."
"Damn that woman," I said as I gripped her hips for leverage. "We need to finish this before..."
"Oh god... just a little more... I am so damn close."
She clamped both hands over her mouth as she screamed. I stopped and pulled out of her. Violet looked over her shoulder as I worked my index finger into her ass. I followed mom's instructions to the letter. Sooner than I would have expected she was taking a second finger. Violet just knelt there letting me do what I wanted. I should've stopped but this was never happening ever again might as well make the most of tonight. I had never done this before I hoped I didn't hurt Violet. I was going to have a talk with Surisa once this was over with.
"You're ready, if it hurts I am going to stop," I said and she just nodded. "Here we go."
I pressed the head against her prepped asshole. I pushed slowly and watched her intently. If she looked like she was hurting I would back off. The head popped inside without warning and we both moaned. I let her get used to it and she nodded again. I pushed the rest inside of her and Violet moaned. Mom was right, anal sex was intense.
"I did it! I have your thing in my butt!" She moaned as I began to move. "It does feel good!"
"So damn tight..." I said through gritted teeth.
"I KNEW IT," mom voice came from behind me. "I thought the covers smelled like sex."
"Oh shit," Violet and I said together but we never stopped moving.
"I am too close to stop now." I groaned as mom walked around to get a better look.
"It's Thomas... oh my god... he's the one you were talking about and he's huge... how long has this been going on?"
"Tonight," Violet replied taking the blame. "I raped him."
"Why Violet?" Mom asked her eyes locked on my erection. "He's your brother for crying out loud."
I began thrusting as fast as I could. I was so damn close I wouldn't last another minute. Mom watched us and somehow that made it naughtier. I pulled back and slammed my cock home forcing Violet to bite into her pillow again. I slowly pulled out of my sis' ass and watched the flow of cum as it oozed out. Violet raced to the guest bathroom to clean up while I endured my mother's withering stare. I grabbed my shirt and wiped up the mess waiting for the doom to fall.
"I can't believe you let this happen." Mom said sitting next to me. "What the hell Thomas you know how easy she is. Violet is very impressionable."
"I know but I didn't start this. Surisa and I knocked boots earlier. Violet was watching..."
"Aw hell," Mom cursed. "That's the sex I smelled then. Wait, you fucked Surisa and still had enough energy to screw your sister."
"Yep," Surisa said from the bottom of the steps. "He fucked me rotten."
"Let's start from the beginning so I don't have to strangle my son and daughter."
Surisa launched into the last communication that had passed between Grandpa and her. It had been his idea to lure Violet and me together. Surisa knew that Violet was on the steps listening to our conversation and dropped that little thought for her benefit. Surisa told us that Grandpa had been driven to follow what he called the old ways. Mom blushed and averted her gaze. I feared that her father had crossed the same line that Violet had done tonight.
"When did it start?" I asked looking at my mother.
"I was eighteen. He had been preparing me for years. He told me how the rulers of Egypt had loved each other so much that the fact they were related didn't matter. He took my virginity and taught me how to make a man happy. I have mixed feelings about him."
"I am sorry mom it'll never happen again." I said just as Violet reappeared.
"Don't I have a say in this?" Violet said frowning.
"No," Mom replied shaking her head. "What you two did tonight is wrong."
"I did it. Thomas was trapped under the covers and I made it happen. I lifted up and put him inside of me while you were in the kitchen."
"Why was he naked in the first case?" Mom asked smiling. "Well?"
"I dared him to sniff my panties." Violet fired back doubling down causing Surisa to giggle. "I smelled the covers too. I wanted to know who smelled better."
"It was a train wreck," Surisa said still laughing. "I am sorry I set this up. I never should have seduced Thomas with his sister watching. I am to blame."
Silence settled onto the room and I left them to wash up. Mom followed me to the bathroom and stared at me as I grabbed a wash cloth from the sink. She asked me why I had anal sex with my sister. I told her this was a once time thing and figured what was the harm. That is when I learned Violet was a sex addict. She shared some of the worse events Violet had been talked into. Sis had already had her first foursome and that shocked me. Her boyfriend urged her to fuck his buddies. I lowered my head feeling as guilty as the others that had taken advantage of her. I was supposed to protect her not escalate things.
"I am so sorry Mom. I never should have let things go as far as they did. It'll never happen again."
"You didn't start things." She said as she watched me dry off. "You really are huge."
"MOM... get it together... oh boy... you too. You're a sex addict, aren't you?" I asked and she nodded. "I need to go before something happens. I am going to leave. I will see you at the reading of the will."
"Where are you going to sleep?"
"I can nap in my car. I'll come back tomorrow morning and get a shower in and dress in some clean clothes."
"NO... damn it I can control this thing! I am not driving my son from this house because I have issues. Sleep down here and I will make sure no one bothers you."
She left and I caught myself checking out her ass as she walked away. I shook my head and wondered if I was any better. I wondered if the rest of the family had heard what had happened yet. It was just a matter of time for my other siblings to catch wind of this. Something like this wouldn't stay quiet for long. I wrapped a towel around my waist and peeked out to see the living room was empty. I got dressed and moved to the kitchen. I was famished after all the sex I had gotten. I placed the platter with the chicken on the table and nibbled off it while I sipped a glass of wine.
"Do you hate me?" Surisa asked from the doorway.
"Hate...no, but I am disappointed. You know how vulnerable Violet is. You used her and for what? Did you love Grandpa? Did you promise him before he died that you'd get me and Violet to hook up?"
"I loved him so much. He made me what I am today. He taught me so much about business, people and of course sex. We were lovers for nearly a decade. He begged me in his last email to get you and one of your sisters together. He didn't specify Violet. As you said she is an easy mark. All you should do is talk sex around her and she is ready to go. Don't blame yourself too much. I can't believe she took you up the ass. Now that is determination, I would never even attempt something like that. You have a certifiable ass wrecker there Thomas. We are back on sex again. I am leaving after the will is read. I have business in Hong Kong. If you need me I am just a phone call away."
She left without letting me say a single word. I continued my attack on the chicken. I cleaned the breast bone of meat before returning the platter to the fridge. I washed my hands and refilled my wine glass. I tossed some wood on the fire before taking my spot on the couch. I didn't miss the fact that my sheet and blankets had been replaced with clean ones. I wondered if Mom was being nice or was she upstairs sniffing them as she masturbated. I pushed the image of my mother playing with herself just above my head away with some effort. Damn it Grandpa, you were dead but still causing shit. I could almost hear his laughter as a snuggled beneath the covers.
Reading of the Will:
I awoke on my left side facing the fireplace. The fire had died to embers and I shivered. Taking the covers with me I squatted before the hearth and rebuilt the fire to a nice blaze.
"Morning stud muffin," Melody said behind me.
"Morning sis," I replied. "It starts early I see."
"Are you kidding," she taunted. "I heard you and Violet going at it last night. I don't blame you she has some amazing tits."
"Jeez Melody," I said turning to face her and my gaze drifted to her tits. "You got me."
"It's not that hard," she purred. "You've been a perv since your balls dropped. I guess we all are at heart. Don't beat yourself off over it."
We both laughed at her little pun. I stood up and went into the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee. I was still wrapped in the blankets when Melody joined me. Our sister Tiffany joined us and she arrived wearing only a terry cloth robe that was half open with her tits spilling out. Tiffany yawned and attempted to close the top of her robe and failed. She gave up and ran her fingers through the mess that was her long black hair. She greeted us with a mix of hello and a yawn.
"I smell coffee," Tiffany said smacking her lips.
"I'm surprised you don't smell sex," Melody added giggling at my expense.
"Wait," Tiffany said sniffing the air. "Did somebody get lucky down here?"
"Yep." Melody said and left it at that.
"Thomas, you dirty dog," Tiffany giggled. "Did you sneak someone in after we went to bed?"
"Not exactly," I replied pouring three cups of coffee.
While I added sugar and creamer to my mug Tiffany did the math in her head and smiled. Melody sat at the kitchen table sipping her coffee while Tiffany stood close trying to pry out of me who the lucky girl was. I tried and failed not to stare at her cleavage and areolas that were peeking out of her robe. She caught me dead to rights and smiled even wider. She mouthed the word 'perv' before taking out the food from the night before. We had cold left overs for breakfast. After that I headed for the bathroom so I could shower before the hot water was used up. My sisters were notorious for taking long showers. I let out a sigh as I slipped beneath the hot water.
"I need this so bad." I sighed and then shivered as my sister Tiffany joined me in the shower.
"Move over," she purred as she slipped in front of me. "Oh, that feels nice."
"What the hell Tiff," I growled as her bare ass pressed against me. "Have you lost your mind?"
"No, Melody told me that Violet raped you last night. Did she really take advantage of you while mom was in the kitchen?"
"Yes..." I admitted as she rocked her hips up and down teasing me with the cleft between her ass cheeks. "Damn it Tiff... this isn't fair."
"No, it's not and neither is taking Violet's anal cherry." She fired back. "That must have hurt like hell. I mean look at you. You're fucking huge little brother."
"You barged in here just to see my cock." I said and she nodded. "Good lord, what the hell is wrong with this family?"
"You have no idea do you." Tiffany said and turned to face me. "Help me wash my hair."
I slipped my hands around her waist as she arched her back and let the water wet her long hair. She lathered up and stood there close enough for her nipples to brush against my chest. I swallowed hard trying not to get an erection and failed. By the time her hair was rinsed my cock was nestled between her legs.
"You are bigger than Uncle Chuck." She moaned. "A lot bigger..."
"Did he?" I asked and she nodded. "This is Grandpa's handiwork, isn't it?"
"Yes, he schooled Chuck in how to seduce and make a woman happy in bed. I can't believe you didn't know. This has been going on for years."
"Me next," Melody said as she entered the shower. "Make room big tits..."
"Whoa, what the hell. Let me out before..."
"Too late," Tiffany and Melody said in unison. "Wash my hair Thomas."
Melody asked as she took Tiffany's place in front of me. Melody pressed her body against mine as Tiffany did the same from behind. I held her by her waist as she leaned back and ground her pussy against my erection. This was insane but they seemed eager to join Violet. While Tiffany's breasts were easily a D cup, Melody was only a C cup at best. But her ass more than made up for her tits. I cried out in surprise when Tiffany reached around, grabbed my cock and lined it up. Melody pushed against me and I slid easily into her.
"Age has its privileges," Melody moaned as she rocked her hips. "So damn big."
"I know right," Tiffany purred. "I can't wait for my turn. You can shoot your load on my tits if you want."
"Or my ass," Melody argued. "I have a great ass."
"So damn tight," I growled as I began thrusting into my older sister. "You want it so damn bad, take it."
The acoustics made it impossible to hide what was happening. Melody's cries and my grunts were loud enough to carry outside the bathroom. Once her hair was free of shampoo my sister's swapped places again. Tiffany bent over offering me to take her from behind. I eased into her and cupped those pendulous tits of hers. The wet slapping sounds were so lewd as I pounded her from behind. Tiffany urged me on and warned me that Melody was a little orgasm factory. She wasn't kidding. It had only been a few minutes before sis was shaking and crying out as she climaxed. Tiffany braced her body against the back of the shower and wiggled her ass at me. While Melody washed up and left I hammered the hell out of Tiffany. It was good that she locked her elbows. The force of my thrusts was enough to take the wind out of her.
"So close..." she panted. "Aw god Tom make me cum..."
"I'm going to lose it," I growled in her ear.
"Just shoot it inside of me." She said looking over her shoulder. "I need to feel it hit my insides."
"Here goes," I warned her.
Somehow, I managed not to cry out but Tiff wailed like a goddamn banshee. If there was any doubt of what just happened it was removed. I pulled out and my sister spun around to kiss me. This was no sisterly kiss but that of a lover. Her tongue invaded my mouth and we clung to each other as if we had been doing it for ages. She slipped away and left me breathless. I rinsed off the funk and shut off the water. My mother was just outside and handed me a towel.
"You have the worst luck." She laughed. "Your sisters seem to find your prick irresistible. I guess I'll have to wait my turn."
"Now hold the fuck on..."
"I know they came in on their own. I expect to have that ass wrecker up my rectum before the sun sets on this house. You won't deny me this Thomas. I am your mother... I need it. Now dry off. I've set out your clothes upstairs. Try not to let Selena suck your cock on the way up. She is the one with the real oral fixation. Tiffany loves giving titty fucks, Melody is a push over when it comes to multiple orgasms and you know how gullible Violet is. Now you know all about us just like Chuck and dad. You are the new man of the house now."
She turned and walked away but just before she reached the door she reached back and lifted her skirt. I could see her bare ass clearly. For a woman in her early fifties she was in great shape. I stood there and wondered why and how this had all happened. What had driven my Grandpa to start all of this? Had the ancient pharaohs inspired him? He was dead so it would remain a mystery. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for my room upstairs. The door was closed so I knocked. Surisa didn't respond so I opened the door. The room was empty and saw the clothes set out for me. Mom had chosen one of my nicer suits. I closed the door behind me and dressed. I watched the door the entire time fearing one of more of them intruding at any moment.
The will was going to be read downstairs at ten o'clock. It was only half passed eight so I had to navigate several cock hungry women until ten and then I could leave once Serena inherited and this would be behind me. Serena was the oldest except of course my mom. She might be the one to get it all. If Surisa was to be believed my Grandpa had done rather well for himself. All I wanted was to run the shop and keep a low profile. I sat on my bed quietly waiting for the time to pass but that wasn't going to happen. Mom showed up and dragged me downstairs for a family meeting. I think she wanted to clear the air. We sat around and I was pleased to see that my siblings were dressed demurely in wool suits and long skirts. My mother had demanded that they appear appropriate for Grandpa's will.
"You'd have to be deaf not to have overheard the incident in the guest bathroom a little earlier." Mom began. "Tiffany and Melody ganged up on Thomas."
"Boy did we," Tiffany added with pride. "I am still shaking."
"Me too," Melody agreed. "My pussy is soaked just remembering it."
"Language goddamn it," Mom growled and the others busted out laughing. "Okay, that one is on me. Mr. Winchester will be here soon to read dad's will. After that we finish what Violet started. Serena will get her time with Thomas and then as the oldest it is my duty to complete things."
There were murmurs of agreement and I just looked over at Serena and she licked her lips. I felt like a piece of meat or the ruler with his harem. The doorbell rang a little before ten o'clock. Mr. Winchester, the family lawyer, arrived and quickly settled into the office near the back of the house. Winchester was an elderly man in his sixties with a robust build and a belly that any mall Santa would envy. He wore an expensive suit and I hoped that meant that Surisa was right about the family wealth. The old man checked his watch twice before he opened his briefcase and took out a flat round disc that was about eight inches in diameter and set it on the desktop. A third time check and he pressed the activation button on the holographic emitter. A miniature version of my Grandpa appeared and addressed his family.
"My dear friend Winchester has all the paper work but I wanted to tell you my mind on this affair in my own words. First, I love you all and I am sorry my body has failed me after all these years. I hope Thomas has learned our little secret by now if not I leave it to dear young Violet to initiate him per the Old Ways. In the end, it is up to my dear daughter to finish the cycle. I hope my dear friend Surisa could be here. She is the first legacy I will attend to. There is in the shop an ivory statue that she long lusted after. I want you to have it and remember me when you look upon it. Thomas, I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise that I've named you my primary heir. Winchester will hand over my diary that will explain so much that I have kept from you. As for the rest of you I have set up a trust that will pay you each and all a generous monthly living expense. The rest goes to my namesake. I hope he will keep the family home and live there in honor of the love and attention that I put into erecting it. If you have any questions Winchester should be able to answer them. Goodbye and best of luck to you all."
The hologram faded and I sat stunned that I had been named the heir to everything. Winchester told me exactly how much I was supposed to inherit and I had the second great shock. The amount was just staggering. The lawyer handed over my Grandpa's diary and clapped a hand on my upper arm.
"He was eccentric and a bit odd but a generous soul. He inherited the bulk of his wealth from his own grandfather. The Blackstone family has been well off for many generations. If you need anything I am a phone call away."
I shook his hand and he picked up his case and left. I stared at my feet as I tried to process it all. I picked up the diary and opened it. The design on the first page took me by surprise. I pulled up my left cuff and stared at the tattoo on my inner wrist. My Grandpa had urged me to get it when I turned eighteen. That was nearly ten years ago. The narrative of the diary read like a one-sided conversation from the grave."I know you are curious about the tattoo and the strange relationship between you and the women in our family. It goes back generations I'm afraid. I was indoctrinated on the night of my eighteenth birthday by my aunt. She snuck into my bed and took my virginity. She was the one that trained me on how to make women happy. Once I had met her criteria I could pleasure my mother and sisters. It felt wrong at first but after a while I got used to it and so will you. It was my dad that got me my tattoo and cast the spells over it. My spell book is in the hidden safe here in the office. The combination is at the bottom of this page. I know it sounds crazy but I could perform two of them successfully. Each generation is different and I hope you have better luck than I had."
I set the diary down and went to the portrait mounted behind the desk. It was hinged and behind it a safe with a keypad. I entered the code and opened the safe. Inside the safe were several folders and a singular leather-bound book. It wasn't until I turned around with spell book in hand that I noticed I was alone in the office. The others had silently filed out to leave me with the diary and its revelations. The book was ancient and the Latin was barely manageable. I could make out most of it but it would take time to read any portion of it. I returned the tome to the safe and closed it. I was about to return to the diary when Serena walked in and closed the door behind her. I swallowed as she unbuttoned her blouse and revealed the black frilly bra she was wearing. It was time to consummate the next stage of my legacy.
"You really want this." I said and she nodded. "I'm going to make you scream."
"God, I hope so," she moaned. "I haven't had sex for a month for this. My boyfriend left me since I wouldn't give it up for him. He thought there was someone else."
"You must be soaked," I said as I kicked off my shoes and lost my pants.
"Look how hard you are already," she purred as her skirt hit the floor. "I am going to suck you dry."
"Yeah whatever..."
We collided in front of the desk. I took her into my arms as she kissed me. She pressed her naked tits against my chest as my cock slid beneath her soaked sex. I mauled her ass cheeks with my hands as her tongue invaded my mouth. It was a grudge fuck plain and simple. She was angry after losing her boyfriend over me and I was pissed at being manipulated. Serena gasped when her back to the wall and I slid my cock into her. Her teeth found my neck as I thrust up into her. Her cries filled the air each time I thrust my hips. She cursed me as I fucked her relentlessly. I gripped her by the hips and her legs wrapped around me. We kissed a second time and that muffled her noises as I drove my cock into her repeatedly.
"I'm so damn close." She howled breaking the kiss.
"Take that and that..." I repeated as I slammed my hips against her.
She screamed as her body bucked. I held on and heard the others toasting Serena's orgasm. I distinctly heard them cry 'cheers'. I lowered Serena so that she could stand on her wobbly feet. She clung to me but I could see she wanted more. I spun her around and stabbed her pussy from behind this time. I bent her over the desk and fucked her harder than ever. She offered me her wrists and I grabbed them and used them for leverage. Her arms were behind her and I held on as I thrust against her. Selena's cries became incoherent as my cock swelled inside of her.
"My ass... shoot it all over my ass!"
I nodded and timed my orgasm to the second. I yanked my cock free seconds before I came. A few strokes and I was spraying my load over Serena's ass and lower back. She kissed my cheek and snuck out to wash up. She muttered something just as she slipped out the door. Had she thanked me? I laughed when I thought of dear sister Serena thanking me for fucking her senseless. The last couple of days have been crazy. I gathered up my clothes and the diary. When I went to my room my things were gone. Violet was waiting and told me that I was the master of the house now. I walked down the hall to the master bedroom and there was my suitcase and other possessions. I used the master bath to wash up in. I decided to read more of the diary so I got up onto the kings sized bed, propped up the pillows, and opened to where I had left off.
"I began travelling when I was young. I didn't really have any idea what I wanted to do with my life. My wealth indulged me and it was by accident that I happened to be in Cairo when I heard of a white man that had crawled out of the desert barely alive. I met with the man in his hospital room. He was on the mend but dirt poor. I offered to pay his bills and he in turn gave me directions to the treasure he had unearthed in the desert. We struck a deal and I outfitted for a trip to recover the artifact. The massive ruby is still in my collection. I was hooked after that. I went across the face of the globe collecting treasures and selling them in a shop I set up with my legacy. I made some crappy deals early on but I took classes to learn how to identify antiques from fakes. Over time I became an expert and it was that expertise I passed down to you Thomas. You were the only one of my children or grandchildren that shared my love of travel and discovery. Is it any wonder that you are my heir?"
I remembered some of those journeys we had taken together. Though they had become less frequent as he got older. His body just couldn't handle the stress so I went on alone. I had added to the stock of the shop during my time on the road. Now that I was the heir I could keep traveling and make sure the shop remained open. I stared at my naked wrist and the ornate tattoo my Grandpa had insisted I get. I had gotten it while we were in Japan. I had just turned eighteen and we had gone to a traditional tattoo artist. This wasn't your guy with a tattoo gun, oh no, this was done manually and it hurt like hell. But the quality of the art was masterful and worth a little pain. I began reading again and I was shocked by what I read.
"Do you remember your eighteenth birthday? That was the day you got your tattoo. I was so proud of how well you endured the needle. When I had mine done I bitched like a little girl. My pain threshold has always been less than I would have liked. I pushed myself traveling through some of the harshest environments on the planet. Then you came along and wanted to learn Kung Fu. That is why I spent so much time touring China and Southeast Asia. It wasn't easy but I found instructors willing to take on a white student. I donated quite a bit to those monasteries over that time. But again, you were such a natural when it came to the martial arts. Do you still practice your Black Dragon or Aikido? I have the photos of your graduation ceremonies framed and mounted in my studio on the third floor. The key to the third floor is in the back of the safe in my, your office. The studio is for restoring pieces that need a loving hand and a knowledgeable mind. You can use that space as you see fit of course. Perhaps you will find that you are a far more formidable magician than I ever was. Take care of your family because in the end they will be the ones taking care of you. Knock... knock..."
Two firm raps came to the bedroom door. I sat up dropping the diary I was so startled. I called out and told whoever it was to come in. It was my mother and she was dressed to kill. My jaw dropped open at how dolled up she was. Violet hadn't found the finest of her lingerie. She was wearing a black mesh body stocking. I could see the slot cut out that allowed easy access to her sex. Her nipples poked out through the mesh and her hair and makeup were done to perfection. She closed the door behind her and spun around once so I could see her round ass and the toy fixed in it. Mom was sporting a black butt plug to make tapping her ass all the easier.
"I see you noticed my toy. I told you that my ass belonged to you Master Thomas."
"Did you call him that?" I asked as I sat up.
"Yes. He was my father and my lover. If he wanted it I gave it to him willingly and eagerly. I have talked to the others and they agree to your terms of surrender."
"I haven't even thought that far ahead. What if I want to try out some kinky shit? What then, are they willing to be tied up and teased?"
"OH Yes... I can teach you the art of Shibari or Japanese knot tying. It takes time but oh is it worth it Master."
"Wow... I uh..." I swung my legs off the side of the bed and sat there. "Get over here and suck me off."
Mom walked over slowly but I could see that she was shaking. She knelt in front of me and breathed on her hands so that they weren't cold when she touched my cock. She had a gentle but firm touch. I shivered when I felt her breath on my cock. She licked the precum from the tip. Mom smacked her lips and informed me she liked the taste. She continued to lick and had me shaking and rock hard in no time at all. I watched how intent she was when it came to be giving me pleasure. Each time her tongue traced the underside of my erection I let out a noise. She smiled and escalated things as she snared the tip with her mouth. I bit back a cry as her tongue lashed the sensitive head. I gripped the edge of the bed as her head moved relentlessly downward. If my mother had ever had a gag reflex it was long gone. She took me to the root effortlessly. She looked up and I could see a twinkle there at a job well done.
"Impressive," I told her and that motivated her.
Her head began moving and a strangled cry escaped my lips. Damn she knew how to suck a cock. I egged her on and she delighted with all the attention she was getting from me. It was like watching an attention starved puppy wanting to please its new owner. Her head came up and with a loud pop she was staring at me.
"Can I fuck you now? It has been so damn long."
"I'd be an idiot to make you wait. That was some fancy cock sucking lady."
"Pet... please call me pet or slave... but never lady. Trust me, I am no lady."
"Alright slut," I replied and her eyes brimmed with pride. "Get to it."
I moved onto my back and settled a single pillow under my head. She climbed onto the bed and went straight for a mounting position. She straddled my waist, took my cock in hand, and slowly sunk down taking me to her hot wet core. I would have never guessed that she ever had kids. She was so damn tight. I watched her tits sway as she rode me. It was slow and leisurely as my cock plumbed her depths. She teased me as she kept her movements to a minimum. I growled but she was in charge for now.
"I need to seal the legacy Master." She said as she leaned forward and plucked the toy from her ass. "We belong to you. But this must be done as my father demanded."
It was only then that I saw my sisters assembled around the bed. When had they slipped in? They hadn't made a sound or spoken a single word. Mom rose enough for my cock to come clear. Serena took me in hand and aimed me at my new target. I felt mom's puckered asshole but the toy had done its work. She dropped down and snared my cock with her ass. I cried out when her hips touched mine. Mom rode me but this time she was serious. I was grunting each time my cock hit home. I was shaking in no time at all and I warned her I was getting close. Mom nodded and reached down and tore the mesh freeing her tits. I sat up and feasted on her nipples. My sisters approved as I tasted a hint of milk from her breasts. The only sound in the room was mom's gasps of pleasure and my grunting as I got closer and closer to climaxing.
"So damn close." I growled as I gritted my teeth.
"Don't fight it," mom begged. "I need to feel you shoot inside of me Master."
I nodded and as my toes began to curl I felt a heat in my left wrist. The closer I came to my orgasm the more intense the sensation in my wrist became. Mom must have sensed it because she grabbed both my wrists and leaned down as she slammed her hips downward now. My vision went white as the blend of pleasure and pain slammed into me. Her weight was enough to keep me from flailing around as my wrist felt like it was being dipped in lava. At the same time my cock sent pulses of sperm inside of my mom. I think I passed out. I came to with her on top of me. The pain was gone and my arms were out away from my body. I lifted my left arm up and gazed at my tattoo. I blinked when I saw the condition it was in. The tattoo was a decade old but it looked as if I had gotten it today. The ink was dark and pristine but didn't have the ruddy outline you got from a fresh inking. It didn't hurt anymore but a small part of me began to think magic was a thing. Mom's ass squeezed me and I realized my cock was still lodged in her tight little asshole.
"It's still in you." I whispered in her ear.
"Yes it is," she purred. "Want another go Master? I am up for it if you are."
"My tattoo..."
"The Old Master said it might happen. I felt the heat coming from it. You truly are blessed Master."
"What happened?"
"I was told to tell you to read the diary. It would reveal all. Why don't you read while I take care of your cock?"
She handed me the book just before she sat up and began to move her hips slowly. I adjusted the pillow and then opened the book to the next passage.
"It hurt didn't it. I knew you were special. A little of pain and pleasure at the same time are a gift of Those Between. It is all in the blood my lad. I learned about the Broken when I was in India. What are the Broken? They are a bloodline and anyone might carry it, anyone. Since the tattoo blazed to life during the rite it proves you have what it takes. Read the tome, the spell book, I have left for you. I know you can master many of them if not all of them. Only time will tell of course. I'm not telling you how to live your life. Keep the girls for your pleasure or dismiss them that is up to you. I just want to offer up suggestions. If you have any questions or need anything contact Surisa. She knows people and has access to resources you wouldn't believe. You two have more in common than you might think."
Mom's slow movements had me hard again and deep in her ass. I tossed the diary to the side and took over. I rolled her onto her back and began hammering away hard and fast. She surrendered instantly. Oh, the look in her eyes. It was akin to worship. I rolled her up onto her shoulders and drove my hips downward. I let the springs of the mattress work for me as it drove her upward after a thrust of my body. Mom begged me to spray her face when I came. I agreed. I focused on my pleasure as I pounded my mother. I didn't last long. Her ass was just too damn tight.
"I am going to cum!"
"I know... so thick..."
"Here it comes slut," I growled as I yanked my cock free of her ass and sprayed her tits and face. "Damn, that was intense!"
"Uh huh..." she gasped.
I moved away and let her settle onto her back again. We caught our breath and I told her to run a shower. Mom hopped her feet and gleefully dashed off. I picked up the diary and tried to push away the surreal sense that surrounded me now. What the hell was a Broken and why did he think that I might be one? I stared at the tattoo again and its pristine condition proved that something strange was going on. Mom appeared and told me that our shower was ready. I got up and walked into my personal bathroom. I didn't have to share anymore unless I wanted. Mom attended me like a body slave. She washed me head to toe while I stood there. She used her tits to lather up my back and I couldn't help but smile.
"You are eager. I will give you that."
"I just want you to be happy." She purred in my ear. "If you want one of the others all you have to do is ask. We are here for you."
"No jealousy huh," I said and she made a noise. "Oh, so I need to juggle things to keep from having a favorite. I don't want to hurt any feelings. We are family after all. Speaking of where are the others?"
"At your apartment," she said as she knelt in front of me and used her mouth to clean me. "They are packing your things so they can be brought over. I've hired a moving crew. They will carry it over and we'll unbox it and move you in. I hope you don't mind."
"Nope," I said thinking she was already a step ahead of me. "This was all well planned out. Did you know I was going to inherit?"
"MMMHMMM..." she moaned with half my cock between her lips.
"You really are insatiable," I moaned as she took the rest down her throat. "I am just going to stand here and let you... yeah that... oh man you are good at that."
The simplest encouragement was enough to ratchet up her desire to please me. In this case it was the leisurely way she sucked my cock. There was no hurry and I just stood there as she slowly pushed me over the edge. I shouted as I fired down her throat. I waved her off after that. I was drained and needed to rest. She reluctantly agreed and left me shaking in the shower. After the shower and drying off I slipped beneath the covers of my new bed and fell asleep after having my balls drained completely.
Diary of Dreams and Spellcraft:
I dreamt about my grandfather and it felt so damn real. We were sitting in a gazebo that overlooked a manicured lawn that was freaking huge. There was a massive stone mansion just at the edge of the dream.
"You are doing great," he said in greeting. "I am sorry I left so suddenly."
"It's not like you planned on dying. I must admit your diary is kind of scary Grandpa."
"It isn't my diary but 'a' diary. It belonged to my great-grandfather. He commissioned its creation. I don't pretend to understand how it works."
"Well, it breaks the fourth wall like crazy. Every time I read it, well, it's like it is following current events. The knock-knock bit spooked me."
"The diary is empty Thomas. I never penned a single entry."
"How the hell is that even possible?"
"I told you I don't understand how it works. I can tell you that it acts as a kind of conduit. If you need help or advice read the diary. If you want to have another chat sleep with it under your pillow again."
"I didn't put it beneath my pillow... aw hell... mom must have. She's your little agent in my camp."
"She is loyal." Grandpa said smiling. "I have to go for now. Time to wake up..."
I woke to the sound of a drawer being closed. I sat up and Tiffany was standing up next to one of chest of drawers. She made a face and apologized for waking me. I waved it off even as my stomach growled. We both laughed and she grabbed a robe and moved to stand next to the bed. I got out of bed and put on the robe with her help. She pointed to the fuzzy slippers waiting for me. I slid my feet into them and she took my arm and led me downstairs. I heard voices and the smell of cooking food.
"You slept through the move. The boxes arrived two hours ago and we put your things away for you." Tiff explained on our way down. "Mom planned out your things and we put away the clean clothes and laundered the dirty ones. I was putting away the last of the laundered ones. The rest of your things are still in boxes for your attention."
"I will thank everybody," I said.
My family was gathered in the kitchen and I smiled when I saw the dynamic as they moved around getting dinner ready. Mom was tasting dishes while my sisters moved food that had passed the taste test to plates and bowls. It was a pretty epic event by the looks of it. Mom spotted me and frowned. I guess I needed to dress more appropriately. I returned upstairs and after pulling out a few drawers I found enough clothes for dinner. I dressed and even slipped on tennis shoes for the occasion. I went back downstairs and was directed to the dining room. The table was set and it looked like Thanksgiving dinner with all the dishes and the lavish setting. I sat at the end of the table as the head of the family. I looked around the table at all the smiling faces and found an empty seat next to my mother."How long has it been?" I asked and it was my mom that replied.
"Six and a half years."
"I think it is time to offer an olive branch to your sister." I said and there was a mix of expressions among my sisters and mother.
"If that is what you want." Mom replied frowning. "I will..."
"No," I said interrupting her. "I will take care of this. It is my duty as the head of this family. Let's eat."
The food was passed around and there were conversations but I remained silent pondering why my aunt had not attended my grandfather's funeral. She had withdrawn from family interactions years ago for her own reasons. I needed to reach out and find out why she had left in the first place. Violet reached out and touched my hand bringing me back to the dinner. I smiled and joined the conversation. My sisters were excited about continuing their work on the businesses that they and others had established with the help from my grandfather. I had been so busy up to a few days ago with traveling and buying items for the antique shop. They went around the table and told me the kinds of businesses that they were handling. I was surprised at the extent and variety of these businesses.
"Wait, we own a Bugatti dealership, no shit."
"No shit," mom said giggling. "Have you ever driven one, a Bugatti I mean?"
"Hell no," I said in shock. "I've never even touched one."
"We'll have to correct that." Serena added and winked at mom.
"What else have I been clueless about?" I asked and they frowned.
"You were doing what you love," Tiffany said. "We have been doing the same."
I learned a ton about how diverse our influence was. The family owned four banks. One of those banks just purchased it seventh acquisition that placed a new location in Los Angeles. We had bought out a failing savings and loan. It would be rebranded as the latest branch of our bank. This was huge to me at least. We owned banks for crying out loud. It hadn't started recently, this had been going on for generations. It was like a spider and the web was worldwide. There was a keen business acumen guiding the family's influence. I discovered that this generation's genius was in fact my mother. She was that guiding force since her father's health declined. While I was the heir she was the intelligence behind the throne. God knows I had no desire to take the helm.
The meal ended and when I offered to help with the dishes I was ushered into the living room with a cup of coffee and Violet to keep me company. I stared at the flickering flames in the hearth and shivered. Sis clung to me to help warm me. I put my arm around her and she let out a satisfied noise. She asked me if it were okay to talk about something that was bothering her. I told her I was always there for her.
"What is bothering you?" I asked looking down at her.
"Promise you won't laugh," she said making a stern face. "Well try not to laugh."
"I will do my best." I told her giving her a gentle squeeze.
"Fair enough," she said and paused to gather her thoughts. "I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I know this. No, I need to get this out. I am afraid. I am happy to be getting an allowance and all. But I am just too stupid to get a real job. I understand this and I'm okay with that. I guess what I am saying is that I need something to do. I get bored so easy and being a... well I mean... I'm tired of being a fuck toy for guys that don't appreciate me..." Her voice fell off and she blushed furiously.
"I get it. You know that I love you." I said and she nodded. "You want to be my fuck toy? Or do you want me to find something for you to do."
"Either I suppose," she said showing her thoughtful face. "I like sex, don't get me wrong, but I want someone to appreciate all the work I put into staying in shape and practicing."
"Practice," I said and she nodded again. "What kind of practice are we talking about?"
"I think of it as sexual yoga. You know how in yoga you get into positions and hold them. I get into sexual ones and hold them. Want to see a couple?"
"Go for it sweetie," I said and let go of her.
"This one I call downward facing doggie style."
Violet pushed the coffee table out of the way and posed for me. Her hands were planted on the carpet with her ass high in the air. She was bent at the waist and held perfectly still. I stood up and moved behind her. Her ass was at just the right height for me to tug down her jeans and start fucking. I told her it was perfect and she shifted into a new position. She rolled onto her shoulders with her ass pointing at the ceiling. She placed her feet above her head and braced her body with her hands.
"I call this the drill press," she giggled. "I like this one a lot. You can get real deep."
I sipped my coffee as she showed off another half dozen erotic positions. While she may not be terribly bright she was dedicated to her craft. I asked her if she ever thought about teaching these positions to frustrated housewives to spice up their sex life. Violet told me the health benefits from yoga and these would make her marketable. She was up on her feet and kissing me. Next, she was off to tell our mother about our brainstorming session. I sat back down on the couch wondering what I was going to do with my life.
"You are a fucking genius," Mom said appearing suddenly. "I have been so damn worried about her. It may not last very long but it will give her a sense of purpose."
"That makes one of us," I replied as she sat down next to me. "I was so worried about the shop and now, well now I feel lost."
"Take a week off, hell, take a month if you want. Finish going through your grandfather's things. Maybe something will give you a direction for now. You don't have to commit. Worse case you can figure things out once your class is over with."
"Class," I said looking at her. "What class are you talking about?"
"I got you a spot on the next race car driving class. One of the instructors and I have history."
"History huh, does that mean..."
"Uh huh, I rocked his world and then some. I was the one that talked my dad into buying the Bugatti dealership. I get all wet just thinking about driving in a machine like that."
"I believe you."
She returned to the kitchen and I went to my Grandpa's... my office and opened the safe. I reached for the spell tome and got the shock of my life, quite literally. One moment I was extending my arm to grab the book and the next thing I remember I was flying backwards. My back slammed against the bookshelf and I slid to the floor. My shout of surprise brought everyone running. Tiffany checked me out before I was moved. She had some medical training and said I was okay to move. I did it in increments. I moved from a prone position to a sitting one. I waited and wincing in pain I finally got to my feet.
"God damn that hurt!" I growled.
"Jesus... look at your fingers Thomas," Mom cried seeing my blackened fingertips.
"Let me see, damn it Thomas quit fidgeting!" She said taking one of my hands in hers. "It looks electrical but look it comes right off. That is so weird... I don't see any lasting damage. Flex your fingers... okay now wiggle them... do they hurt?"
"No just a little tingly like they are asleep," I said and she seemed okay with that.
I walked over to the safe and found the book at the front now. I told no one to go anywhere. I cringed as I reached out and touched the spell book. This time nothing happened. I let out a sigh of relief and picked up the book. I closed the safe and pushed the painting back in place. I sent everyone away and sat down behind the desk. I set the book down and opened it. It was smaller than I would have believed a book of magic to be. I thought of all the horror movies I had seen and books like this were freaking huge. The book was handwritten in a delicate spidery hand. I had to pick my way through the Latin to decipher its contents. It took me two pages to realize that a woman had authored this book and that it was a tome of sex magic. The nameless author informed me that she had copied the spells from an older larger tome that had belonged to her husband.
The first chapter covered the symbols that were used and how to properly enunciate them. She described them as phonetic keys and that speaking them properly was mandatory for success. I jumped to the thirty-two keys and began memorizing them. It was shockingly easy. I had learned to play the piano when I was younger. I still played when the mood struck me. So, having a musical background helped a great deal. I gave each of the tones a finger position. I closed my eyes and practiced the four octaves repeatedly. I sang the octaves and even had a few tunes come naturally and that's when I had my first unexpected success. I sang one of the tunes that came to me and I heard a distinct click come from the study door. I stopped and went to check out the door. It was locked. I went to the desk and found the key to the office in the belly drawer. I was about to use it and unlock when I stopped and thought about it.