Message-ID: <45917asstr$1071861009@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: El Sol X-X-Sender: munster@er6.rutgers.edu X-Original-Message-ID: X-Virus-Scanned: by NBCS using McAfee AntiVirus X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 02:23:33 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Summers" by ElSol [12/13] (Incest, Mdom) Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 14:10:09 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates This email address is not responded to; it receives too much spam. If you wish to contact me please do so ONLY at munster(at)remus(dot)rutgers(dot)edu. Thank you ElSol <1st attachment, "summer10b.txt" begin> The Wolf Summers By ElSol Author's Warning: A story rarely goes where the reader wants it to. Chapter 10b: In the Cradle of the Pack The end of a large story I would have predicted adjusting to life without the Smith twins would be easier than it turned out. I was only home for a couple of days before I started counting the weeks until their first visit. The Lees had assured me the Smiths did not plan to live in Japan for the rest of their lives because Smith Holdings needed the Lees. Part of the problem was I had to adjust to not having any close peers in my life while having grown up with guys my age. Michael was more of a big brother, and my blood looked to me for leadership. There was no one with whom I could pass the time in meaningless bullshit. I also suffered from being the only one of three who returned. I was the lone medal winner the female members of our extended family could congratulate in person. Every family member, sorority sister, friend and acquaintance I knew watched the Games religiously and eventually introduced other women to the local celebrity. I spent the rest of the summer trying to get out from under the flood of naked female bodies. It did not help that my mother, Rachel, and Marisa demonstrated their amusement by standing me on my head and plopping me back into the naked fray every time I managed to come up for air. Nothing that great lasts forever unfortunately, and for me the Lees returning from Japan signaled a return to normalcy. We became closer the first couple of days after their return. Brittany did not stay over their first night and we talked until it was dark outside. They were quite tearful, but I knew they would be okay. I was reading in my bed when they came in. They were wearing pink pajamas and crawled on the bed so that one was on each side of me. It was like the nights during our first summer at college when we only had each other. Their crying intensified as their proximity increased. With faces still wet with tears, they kissed my cheeks and cuddled so close they were almost on top of me. I waited like a good brother until their breathing evened out in sleep and closed my eyes. I was lost due to my lack of schedule before the Lees returned. I had not taken summer classes because of the Games, I was still a student of Smith Holdings with no managerial responsibilities, and my swimming practice had been reduced to an exercise program. My responsibilities as an assistant to my swim coach were minor and only required my presence during morning practice. I was still not interested in competing in martial arts tournaments so there was no purpose to increase my time at the school. Helen ostensibly disagreed with my reasoning and began to pick me up for extra classes. It was more an excuse to drop me off and squeeze in some good sex than anything else. Sensitive to the Lee's situation, the women quietly agreed to a sexual schedule that benefited everyone. No one discussed it with me, which was par for course by that point. Rachel had her three nights a week. After our experience with my mother in Japan, I could sense that she spent the rest of the nights pacing in her house like a caged tiger. She was not close to breaking free but something had been awakened that she would have to deal with eventually. The Lees got two nights a week. I enjoyed those nights of dinner and talking. We expanded the lines of our friendship and learned how to share meaningless bullshit. They were fascinated by the act but it soon became clear that they were only faking the meaningless part. They had the most flexibility in my time because they needed me desperately every time the Smith twins called and talked with them. Every night I spent with them until the Smiths returned usually ended up with me drying tears. Brittany insisted on one night a week if she was not the third member of the Rachel's weekly threesome. I felt guilty about how little time I gave her even if she slept in my room. I had more women than evenings but I also had more time in a regular day with my training curtailed. I do not remember a single meal without female company for my two years in graduate school. I did have many more multiple-somes in that time period than ever before. The women knew there was no replacing the females closest to me but that only seemed to free them rather than causing unreasonable demands. I thought the number of women and the lack of quality time should have caused more problems for me. I asked Brittany, the Lees and Marisa about it when we were out to dinner one time. They nodded at my thoughts and then looked at each other. "David, you're not sleeping with a lot of women," Brittany said. I raised my eyebrows at that. "Wait," she said putting up a hand to stop me from speaking. I nodded. "You're sleeping with Rachel, your mother, and me on a weekly basis," she said. She said it so nonchalantly that I barely noticed that she had no problem with my incestuous relationship with my mother. I nodded. "We're all lovers though." I nodded. I shook my head in a double-take and looked at Brittany. "Yeah, David," Marisa said with a little smile at my reaction. "Mom gets into Brittany's panties, too." I nodded but bit my tongue. "To be honest, we're more romantically involved with each other than we are with you. Plus we get all of your time that we want, when we want it," Brittany said with a smile of obvious sexiness at having pulled something over on me. I thought getting Brittany and my mother in the same bed would not be as difficult as Rachel and my mother. The Lees winked at me and I nodded having been caught daydreaming for a second. "The rest of the women in your family are only involved with you through Rachel's weekly threesomes. Esmy is different but the two of you are more opportunistic lovers than real ones." "Esmy?!" I asked. "Fucking her too!" the Lees chimed in. I looked at Brittany; that one for some reason surprised me. Marisa almost fell out of her seat from paroxysms of laughter. Brittany shrugged her shoulders as if to ask, "What do you expect from me?" "Anyway!" she said pointedly with a look to get Marisa to stop laughing. "There is Elizabeth, Samantha, and Taylor." I nodded; I was not going to open my mouth anymore until she was done. I knew there were ripples going on among the women in the background but I was not sure I wanted the details. "But you own them." "I don't own them!" I said breaking my promise to keep quiet. It was very apparent that Brittany was Rachel's protégé as evidenced by her uncanny ability to imitate and execute Rachel's irritating procedure of goading me into a reaction that I did not want to give them. "David, you OWN them," Marisa said in a voice that brooked no argument. "Elizabeth and Samantha are now RICH. They are also still very lost from what their husbands did. You established their security when you put them under your thumb. I think deep inside you make them feel safe. They have each other and Taylor. They probably want a little more of your attention but for now where they are is enough." I looked around the room. "Can we play with them again?" the Lees asked me quietly. "Huh?" I said. "Elizabeth and Samantha are very loyal, David. When you allowed them to participate in the Smith Holdings project, they locked themselves down. They only know for sure you don't mind if Rachel and I play with their pretty little pussies. The twins have been with them but only with the Smiths present, no one knows how you would feel about just Joanne and Stephanie." I looked at the Lee twins. "Not Rachel, Brittany or my mother," I told them. There were lines the Lees and I could never cross. They nodded and looked at each other. I shook my head wondering about the intelligence of allowing the Lees oversight of the three women in Taylor's house. I did not doubt they would be dominant in that relationship but they would rub off at least on Samantha and Elizabeth. It was not a wholly unpleasant thought. They had already allowed cut a wide swath through my females. I figured granting their wish would win me some bonus points from the three women in Taylor's house. "We make sure every woman that gets near you understands the rules," Brittany continued, "They can either agree to abide by them or walk. You have a distinct preference for Sisters so that helps a lot." "So the only women around you are already willing to leave female trouble at the door," Marisa said with some more of her baby sister smugness. "Just think of it this way, Big Bro. For most of the women, you're like that vibrator in the bottom drawer, kept in its original packaging cause it's the perfect size and buzzes just right. The kind a girl only brings out on special occasions or emergencies. By the way, Melinda is coming over tonight; no special occasion, no emergency but sometimes a girl needs to be buzzed right," Marisa said. I smiled at her, again biting my tongue to keep from saying something smart to her. It did not help that the other women were nodding agreement with her metaphor. I did not know how I felt about her vibrator comment but it was somewhat flattering. I sat back and looked at Brittany. "Melinda and me?" she asked me giving the corner of her mouth a brief touch with her tongue. I shrugged. My sex life during graduate school was resembled a formal dance. The women that got by the controlling females made it to the dance card and they in turn let other women in on the rules. It had been like that for a while but it was out in the open now; the rules exposed. I never again bothered asking why the women agreed to the arrangement. The management of the women and sexual aspects of my life were in better hands than mine. I was sure that Rachel, Brittany, my mother and even Marisa were playing their own game behind me but it did not interfere with my pleasure. I had other things to worry about when Michael announced to the 'young set', as he called the Lees, Brittany and I, that our first responsibility out of graduate school would be to set up a joint R&D venture between David Forrest and Smith Holdings. The elder set decided that giving David Forrest his own sandbox was the best way to deal with the difficulties of his genius. We had to do all of the work from hiring from selecting a site to controlling Forrest. To this day, I cannot say which of the two activities was the hardest. Michael made his announcement two weeks into my first year of graduate school. He said it would help us in our studies. The Lees and I thought he was crazy but the first thing we learned was how to use Brittany as efficiently as possible. She had the experience of being a Smith Holdings assistant; she got us through some of the rough spots when we wised up and started listening to her. She was even able to get the other executives to work inside our schedules. Michael had instructed the executives that even though I was the heir apparent, I was currently to be treated like any fresh out of school junior manager. Our biggest problem was controlling Forrest who wanted to spend money like we had in unlimited quantities on a good site and equipment for his research. The Lees took care of that by recruiting the blast from Forrest's past, Marie. Forrest's freshman year invitation to the 'In the Dark' party was our company's first hire. Michael burst our bubble by pointing out we were not a company yet. He did approve of hiring Marie after we convinced him that regardless of our efforts, Smith Holdings would need someone that could keep Forrest productive. We had a lot of bumps in the road but in the December of our second graduate year we sat back celebrating the unanimous approval by the elder set of our business plan. The Lees, Brittany, Marie, and I cursed Michael up, down and all around but we had to admit that the experience taught us more than any class could have. We were also celebrating Michael deciding to let us to run the company once it was setup. We knew we had a tough year ahead, but we were looking forward to it. Marie chose that time to tell us what Forrest had been working on for years, even before college. The other women were ecstatic but my mind began planning while they asked Marie for details. Our meeting was interrupted by Rachel's arrival. She walked in smiling, obviously happy. We knew something was up since the Smith twins had just returned to Japan after a visit to the States and it usually took her much longer to recover. The twins had flourished in Japan. Early in their stay they landed a couple of recurring spots on a popular talk show. The high ratings the program garnered convinced the rest of the Japan entertainment industry that Smith Twin Mania was for real. The twins made more commercials and 'celebrity' appearances. Their latest project was a show with MTV Japan. They were confident in its success but were on a promotional schedule that meant they could not stay for Christmas. The Lees took it hard but were able to dive into the last stages of our business plan. Rachel did not have that avenues of escape so I was surprised to see her almost jubilant. She smiled at us and strutted meaningfully into my bedroom. "That's my signal to finish the celebration with my man," Marie announced, getting up to go. As everyone expected, she immediately recouped all of Forrest's attention at her return. The Lees had taken Forrest shopping for an engagement ring a week earlier so we smiled knowing Marie's business celebration would be superseded by a personal one. The Lees also exited stage left telling me they wanted to celebrate with Samantha, Elizabeth and Taylor. They had gotten closer to the wives; a relationship based on their being treated like little sisters. Brittany asked me to give her a couple of minutes with Rachel so I got myself a drink of water. I sipped it while staring out the window. I had a feeling that things were about to change for me. The next semester would be the last of my formal schooling and the first of my experience with actually being in charge of a portion of Smith Holdings. Forrest owned a part of the company but that was merely a financial incentive. He enjoyed the academic aspects of college and had a desire to teach college courses after collecting two or three doctorates. These plans drove our choice for a building site. Marie turned it into a bonus by establishing a relationship with the college even before we put a penny down on the land. She planned to recruit the best scientists, assistants and support staff from State and in turn the school would use the new company as a way of attracting the best minds in the country. I had to toast Marie. I was sure she helped construct the path of Forrest's research from their first moment together. She seemed to have a talent for satisfying everyone; Forrest, the school, and Smith Holdings. Forrest's success would mean Smith Holdings would happily fund any research for its own sake to keep him busy while we took advantage of his initial efforts. The Lees and Marie talked a little about what Smith Holdings could do with the results of his research before Rachel arrived. I quietly disagreed with their ideas. I did not doubt they would come around to my way of thinking eventually. My plan brought more security to our families. We would be giving up a lot of money in the form of profits but with that sacrifice a lot of powerful people would become convinced that the continued happiness of my pack was in their best interests. I nodded to myself and picked up the phone. I had been thinking about making the offer but had held back. Forrest's research and my nascent plans made it a perfect opportunity to tie the women even closer to me. "Hello?" the female voice on the other side said. "Please get Samantha and Elizabeth on the phone," I said. "Yes, David," Taylor answered politely. "Hello?" Samantha said brightly into the phone a minute later. "Put me on speaker and ask Taylor to leave the room," I instructed. She executed my instructions and asked what the phone call was about. I made my offer of selling them shares equal in number to Forrest's of the new Smith Holdings R&D Subdivision. Before they answered, I told them what Forrest's plans were and on how I thought we would best take advantage of his successes. I did not doubt Forrest would succeed. I stopped doubting anything Forrest said he could do after interviewing Smith Holdings employees on his improvements of our products. Marie confirmed that enough work was done that we either began planning for it or had to hand all decision making to the elder set. There would be screaming about my decision but in the end I was the one chosen to move the company and our families forward. "David, you'll be giving up billions," Samantha said quietly. "But we will be untouchable," I replied. "YEAH!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "The feds will run background checks that include invasive anal probes for people who want to date our garbage collectors if you go forward with this." "You're right though," Samantha said speculating aloud. "It will be in the country's best interest to keep us safe and secure." "So do you want to buy into it?" I asked. "Why?" Elizabeth asked with the same tone of voice she had used when I offered to serve their husbands to them on gold platters. "Marisa says I own you," I said. "She's right," Samantha said with no hint of the protest she had once exhibited to being under my control. "So what happens, if we're successful and you own a part of the critical ingredient to my plans?" There was silence on the other side. "We'd do anything for you," Elizabeth said. Her voice was cold, emotionless as if I had triggered a part of her so deep that it had its own voice through which to speak to me. "So you would marry and bear the children of a man I picked for you." Again there was silence on the other end. "Yes," Samantha answered in the same cold, emotionless voice. "They will be good men that I need to be family. Marriage to you will make them ours." "Do you have men in mind?" Samantha asked curiously as if asking if I had a preference in the underwear she would wear for a night out with me. "Not right now, but Michael taught me to plan for certain contingencies. Smith Holdings needed your husbands once. Next time, you will give me firm control of the men you marry." "David, you're giving us an opportunity at billions as a contingency?" Samantha asked amazed. "No," I said quietly. "Then what?" she asked. "You belong to me?" "Yes," they replied together. "I don't need another reason," I said. The silence on the other side was filled with their confusion and consideration. I made them into wolves so they did not understand as one born into her nature would have. I hung up the phone after saying goodbye. Esmeralda suggested using them as I described to the women. If they earned her trust enough to be treated like blood females, they deserved the offer. "So you agree with Esmeralda?" Rachel asked from behind me. I turned around and my jaw dropped. Rachel and I spent only the nights we had sex together. Neither of us bothered with certain formalities like lingerie so seeing her in a floor length cream silk nightgown was a shock to my senses. She had spent the time in the bedroom preparing the effect and my body was telling me that removing the gown inch by inch was the best way to proceed. I drank in the effect she had on me. She smiled knowing that she was a part of every sexual cell in my body. She had built my fantasies of her painstakingly and she was proud of her work. Her nipples hardened as I stared at her; she was mine and the excitement of her body was mine. She swayed towards me and my eyes lost focus. Her perfume hit me like a wall and I closed my useless eyes. She kissed my lips gently and let me breathe in the scent of her. "You've been mine forever," she whispered into my ear. I wrapped my arms around her and hated the silk for not being as smooth as her skin. Her lips touched mine and we shared a kiss that was romance and need at the same time. She took my hand forgetting her question and pulled me behind her into my bedroom. Brittany was lying on the bed wearing the same gown as Rachel but in black. She had prepared herself also but looked confused. Rachel let go of my hand and got on the bed with Brittany. She maneuvered Brittany so that her head was on Rachel's lap. They were both looking at me as Rachel stroked Brittany's hair. They let me have a couple of minutes to just admire them. "We're going to get married this summer." Rachel told me finally. I moved to the recliner and sat down. Since Rachel and I had become lovers a second time, I learned to recognize the voice she was using. It had rebar, structural steel, running through it giving her words almost solid form. She rarely used it but every time she did, I wished I were sitting down. I took advantage of past lessons and held up my hand to keep her from continuing so I could recline in the chair. I smiled at her and nodded for her to continue. I benefited each time she had used her commanding voice so I was sure whatever she planned would be in my best interests. The first night with Esmeralda and Rachel came to mind as one of those best interests. "I want our baby to be born nine months after we're married," Rachel said. "Won't that be risky for you?" I asked her, worried about it. She was sixteen years my senior which would put her at forty when she had the child. "The doctor says that I have fantastic genes and that physiologically I'm younger than most women in their late twenties." I nodded; Rachel had all the qualities to maintain her youth very late into her life. Her workout regimen, diet, and money took full advantage of those traits. She did not believe in plastic surgery but weekly spa visits were good for her mental state and physical well-being. "Hmm," I said, "as I remember it, the doctor said having a child was impossible for me." "No, David," Rachel corrected. "The doctor said the odds were barely measurable, but that was when you were eleven." "Barely measurable are not good odds, Rachel," I pointed out. "Fertility medicine has made some improvements in that time," she stated. "Some of those improvements, I funded." I wondered how deep the strength in her voice went and how I could make it a part of my everyday life. She was better at planning for contingencies than everyone else in the pack put together; it was a talent I wanted actively working for us. "I've taken some of your semen into one of the doctors whose research I funded." I nodded slowly. "The problem is that you produce only one to two viable sperm per ejaculate, if even that." I raised my eyebrows at the level of her knowledge. "The obvious solution is to harvest viable sperm. The doctors and I have taken it a little further than that so that we can even choose a sex for the baby," she said proudly. I nodded again. "It takes one to three months to get the right sperm cell though," she said and hesitated. "The right sperm cell?" I asked, knowing it was expected of me. "Viable sperm does not mean a survivable fetus," Rachel said. "You're going to play God," I stated. "No, she is going to play Mother," Brittany said with some of the same steel in her voice. I looked at both of them. "I may only have one chance at a baby with you, regardless of my genes," Rachel said. Her voice weakened into something akin to a plea for understanding. I shrugged my shoulders. I was sure I would have every woman in my life pissed if I tried to stop Rachel's attempt to tweak nature's odds in her favor. It was not a good battle to pick because this attempt was the female extension of my responsibility to provide our pack every financial and social advantage I could produce. The shrug was not good enough for either of them though and they continued to wait. I nodded my acceptance that this was something in their purview and not mine. I would have to ask Michael about the details of Rachel's research funding. I knew Rachel would not have stopped at 'a survivable fetus'. She might have opened Pandora's baby box but making the process financially unfeasible would deter some of the potential damage. Biological research was not Smith Holdings focus so burying the research would not be difficult even if buying the researchers' silence would be expensive. "What's your plan?" I asked. "After our wedding, we sneak off to have some traditional baby-making sex and then visit the clinic where they implant a fertilized egg in my body. At the reception, we make the happy announcement to our family." I smiled at my acceptance of the wedding even though I had not known any specifics until she spoke to me. I knew we would be married but rightly let Rachel decide when. "What do I have to do?" I asked. "You have to visit the clinic every day for a couple of months or until we get what I want," Rachel said. "And jerk off into a cup?" I asked needing more clarification. "No!" Rachel said with a smug smile that reminded me where Marisa learned hers. "They're not going to stick a tube into me," I said with some firmness in my voice. "No, silly," Rachel said, "I have plenty of volunteers to make sure that you don't have to 'jerk off' into a cup. You will have to pull out in a timely fashion though." The last was said in a sexy teasing voice. I sighed loudly. "The clinic is going to let me..." I could not quite finish the question when for a moment, I imagined my mother strapped into gynecological stirrups. Rachel let me recover and winked at me when I had to adjust myself. "They're going to allow anything I tell them," Rachel said looking at me with something more than herself in her eyes. The tiger inside was getting closer and closer to the surface and closer to escape. Brittany tried to swallow a small sniffle and the sound made us look at her. She had tears in her eyes and started to bolt as we stared at her in surprise. Rachel put her arms around Brittany's waist and grabbed her as she tried to sit up and run out of the room. Rachel pulled her back down to the bed and held on tight. Brittany struggled but not violently. Finally, she collapsed against Rachel. "You're a part of this Brittany," Rachel said letting go so that Brittany could turn to face her. "I can't be a part of your marriage or baby." Brittany said petulantly with a tone bordering on anger. Rachel grabbed Brittany's hair tightly and pulled her head back. She got up on her knees and pulled Brittany to a lying position so she could straddle her. I hoped Brittany would fight; the tiger was scratching at the surface of Rachel's control. Brittany's misery would not let her though, and it would be years before the tiger got that close again. "David took back the part of you he shared with me," Rachel said with power vibrating through her body. "But I did not give back what you gave me, and will NOT take back what I gave you." Brittany looked into Rachel's eyes with tears brimming. Rachel stared back hard willing Brittany to bend. They were face to face for minutes before Brittany nodded her head. They kissed for several minutes making their own vows. Rachel lay down beside Brittany facing me. She placed her hand gently on Brittany's breast and looked at me. "Brittany will be impregnated with your child six months before our wedding day," Rachel said. The tiger was moving backwards knowing it was no longer needed. Brittany's head whipped to Rachel and then to me. Her eyes blazed and the smile on her face burned itself into me. "Our marriage is one of convenience," Rachel said. I looked at her and her eyes said it was exactly that; a legal binding that was convenient because of what society thought of it. In our family, the vows that mattered were made to each other. I nodded to Rachel. "In marriages of convenience, certain indiscretions are almost expected. They are dealt with in a manner that takes the circumstance of the marriage into account," Rachel said rubbing her hand on Brittany's belly. "I'm going to be an indiscretion?" Brittany asked brightly. "A tragically, romantic, heroine of indiscretion," Rachel said just as brightly. I was glad they were having fun with it. "You see, my love," Rachel said dramatically. "David must marry me for the sake of both our families and to fulfill the duty left to him by the only man to treat him like a son." I began drumming my fingers on the arm of the recliner. "But I was the one he really wanted to marry," Brittany trying to match the drama in Rachel's voice. Rachel nodded before continuing. "High school sweethearts reunited in college. You've been together for years now. He tries to do his manly duty and let you follow your own destiny BUT it is too late." "I'm pregnant and the father is your future husband," Brittany said in a voice that stopped my fingers drumming. There was deep longing in her face when she turned to look at me while she placed her hand gently over her womb as if she already carried my child. "That's where I join you in the heroics as I acknowledge the child as my husband's and insist that he cannot be raised apart from his father or sibling." Brittany sat up with a look of contrived shock. "You're going to insist that I live with you so that my child can have all the advantages of his brother or sister?" I put my face in my hands and shook my head. "Doesn't indiscretion sort of imply a publicly committed relationship during the time of the act?" I asked through my hands. "BEAST!!!" Rachel said in a laughing shout. "You deny that this beautiful diamond solitaire ring which I have been wearing for the last year and half is an engagement ring! You deny that you impregnated your lover during the time we were promised to each other!" I would have been much better off not asking. "That is a beautiful ring," Brittany said. "Roger had fantastic taste. Remind me to show you the stuff in the bank vault. They're almost too exquisite, even for me," Rachel told Brittany doing the ritual hand-pose to show off the ring. "People are going to know that it's not true," I said sitting back. "The only people that know about your condition are the immediate women in your family, a couple of doctors, and few of your lovers." Rachel said. I looked at them. "The sorority sisters were on the pill so there was never a reason to tell them. The rest of your lovers either did not know, or did not have details so we could say the problem was surgically corrected, if it ever comes up," Brittany said thinking out loud. I sat back in welcome defeat. I was going to look bad in my role as the scoundrel but public opinion was not going to keep me warm at night. Rachel turned Brittany's face towards her. "If you have David's child, you're ours forever," she said in a voice that brooked no argument. "I mean it, Brittany; I will not allow any child of David's to be raised without their father or siblings." "I'm yours' forever," Brittany said loud enough to include me in the vow strongly suggesting that 'yours' was plural possessive. I thought about Rachel's plan for keeping Brittany while they kissed as wife and wife for the first time. On the surface, it was very unorthodox but if everyone in my family treated it like the gospel truth then no one would dare publicly question it. I would never be the public face of Smith Holdings; I planned for Michael and Marisa to serve in that capacity. The moment we exploded out of our stagnation everyone would have plenty of reasons to accept whatever version of truth was fed to them, especially if they worked for us. There would be thinly veiled lies but I had already made decisions about the buffers I would place between the outside world and me. Those obstacles would strengthen the lies so that anyone who spoke out against Rachel's family choices would be removed from the playing field. I wanted the same things Rachel did in this regard, but I did not labor under the illusion that I was actually in charge of my home life. Rachel wanted what she wanted and it included having Brittany permanently in our life. I was going to make sure I helped Rachel get her way if I could. It was part of my husbandly duties after all. I was distracted from my thought process by Brittany's gown crawling slowly up her legs. She had reversed Rachel's position superior and was now mostly on top of Rachel. She had her face buried in Rachel's neck and was giving her lover reasons to wriggle beneath her. Rachel had her eyes on me and I could see the pleasure she was receiving. She pulled Brittany's gown over her ass and palmed both asscheeks. I decided I was too far away from the action and stood up. I stripped my clothing off and walked to the edge of the bed. Rachel pivoted Brittany around to face me. Brittany's eyes were wide with her need and with the happiness of getting the future she wanted. Brittany stretched her arms upwards so that Rachel could take the nightgown completely off of her body. Rachel ran her fingers down Brittany's stomach until she could open Brittany's pussylips. She wet her fingers in Brittany's excitement and brought them to her lips. "She's ready for you to give her our first child," she said with eyes blazing with a fire matched only by the conflagration flaring up in Brittany. I got harder and my cock ached for me to quench it inside of Brittany. The act was a symbolic one but it was necessary to all of us. I moved between Brittany's legs and Rachel opened her for me. Brittany reached out to me and held me in her warm hands. Her eyes revealed the deepest part of her but I backed away from her innermost need. I was not ready for that again. She smiled at me and touched my face. It was a comforting touch telling me that this was more than enough. Rachel replaced Brittany's hand on my dick with hers and pulled me towards them. I sank into Brittany as Rachel guided us to our agreed fate. She was tight as always. I went deeper than I ever had on my first stroke into her body. Brittany wrapped her legs around me but held me in a gentle grip. She looked at me again with her eyes shading her feelings, showing me only that she wanted me to be in charge of this. Rachel smiled at me as she pulled Brittany's head back. She kissed her lover's neck and cradled her breasts in an erotic grip. I pulled back and pushed solidly into Brittany. Her body opened for me as nature told it what we wanted. Brittany pulled me closer to her to feel more of my weight and fit me deeper into her body. Rachel increased her manipulation of Brittany's breasts and urged me to fuck Brittany hard. I could not stop myself from doing exactly that. Brittany groaned her own encouragement as I increased the pace of my thrusting. Rachel moved one of her hands to where Brittany and I were joined and touched Brittany at the center of her pleasure. I felt her pussy squeeze me hard as Rachel raised the stakes for Brittany. I felt myself pulled closer to Brittany as her need overcame her senses. She flooded with wetness and it added slickness to my driving thrusts. "David!" Brittany screamed into my neck as her body blossomed needing my orgasm to be a part of hers. My body joined with hers in our symbolic purpose of giving her a child. I came into her and felt Rachel's hands hold me so that I stayed deep inside Brittany. Rachel stroked our sides and whispered to us about how beautiful the baby would be as our pleasure crested. Our fall from grace was cushioned by Rachel's voice and the kisses we gave each other. The Lees were happy to hear the good news about the impending nuptials and announced that the Smith twins had set a summer date for their wedding also. Rachel thought that a honeymoon in Japan to see her sons married was a fantastic idea and that was the last of the planning I was involved in. Rachel decided some time ago that she would wear Roger's engagement and wedding band. It was appropriate since I felt what we were doing exactly what Roger planned. Brittany had no tangible token of our promises and because thinking it unfair I spent some time shopping for the right items. She cried when I gave them to her in a quiet restaurant. The engagement ring and wedding band were not as elegant as Rachel's but their simplicity better represented Brittany and I. She told me she could not wear them without weakening our web of useful deceit. I pulled out another jewelry box, which held a polished platinum rope chain. Rachel loved the necklace so she also wore her wedding ring on a gold one to show Brittany that they were equals. At least, that's why I think she did it, for all I actually knew she might have liked that better. Brittany felt that the other women in my life were being shortchanged and took it into her hands to resolve the issue before it became one. She showed me her purchases one night just before Samantha and Elizabeth came in the door. The ladies looked at me with questioning eyes as Brittany gave them each a kiss and walked out the door. "How is she adjusting to the baby?" Samantha asked as she sat down. Elizabeth sat next to her and waited anxiously for the answer. I tried not to smile at the thought of two beautiful women who would be naked in my bed in a couple of hours asking about the health of a woman carrying my child. "The doctors gave her a checkup this morning and said that Brittany is having a very good second month." "The baby is healthy?" Elizabeth asked. "They cannot tell a lot yet but as far as they can, everything seems okay." "She's already showing," Samantha said concerned. "The doctor said that the baby may be too big to be birthed naturally," I said a little of my concern slipping into my voice. "They can already tell that?" Elizabeth asked amazed. "Rachel funded the best scientists and practitioners that money could buy for her little fertility project. The doctors say that our boy is probably going to be built like me but more in Ovaldo's proportions." They looked at each other and started laughing. "He's going to be a monster!" they managed when they got control only to disintegrate back to laughter. I wondered how they would react to Brittany's joking decision to name the baby Brutus. Ovaldo, at least, thought it was appropriate. Rachel did not like it until Brittany mentioned that it was an intimidating name for a big brother. I had to agree with Brittany; I was five ten and thicker than any swimmer I knew but expanding that to Ovaldo's height and width meant no one was going to mess with any of my firstborn's siblings. I was pretty sure none of my children would need protection but it was always a good idea to put some obvious fences between humans and wolves, for the sake of the humans. The ladies enjoyed teasing me the rest of the night about being a father and trying to spank a child who would be my size by his early teens. During desert, I finished my status report on our new company by putting two jewelry boxes in front of them. They smiled at me and put their hands on top them. They looked at each other and opened them. Each box held a gold rope necklace dangling a letter charm. The letter was a D with a pearl inset in the center. Brittany had designed it with the help of an artist and ordered them with my approval of the design. They looked up at me with eyes wet with tears. I had used them mercilessly and ridden them hard at the beginning of our relationship but somewhere along the way, lines softened and I made things right by them. They moved their chairs closer to me and kissed me accepting my possession and sealing the deal with their lips. They extended their necks, had me do the honors and moved back to their original positions whispering between them while playing with the charms. Their private conversation allowed me to mull over company business. Helen surprised me with her reaction to the jewelry. It was the Monday after I had given the charms to Samantha and Elizabeth. I had a good workout to start the week off right and was doing some extra stretching on the spot where Helen and I had first joined. I was not paying a lot of attention to things at the school because we were having some problems controlling Forrest's enthusiasm at work. The site had been purchased but Forrest was being a pain in the ass about the equipment he 'required'. He was cutting into the budget of the other researchers and we were in the middle of an impending scientific ego-storm. The others knew Forrest was the key to their continued funding but Forrest had gone too far in testing the waters. He even bulled through Marie's warnings and criticisms to ensure that his demands got to the Lees and me. The Lees were aware that Forrest was testing his limits and backed off so that he and I could play out the final act in the mini-drama. I asked Michael for some advice because Forrest was a special case; losing him was not an option. My solution was to offer to trade a portion of Forrest's share of the company to get the equipment he 'required'. Marie flipped the fuck out! She did not blame me for making the offer since it was a clearly reasonable solution to the problem but everyone in the city probably heard the explosion when she got her hands on Forrest. I was not happy to put stress on their relationship but Michael pointed out we needed to know if Marie could control Forrest well enough for us to hand the reins over to her when the Lees and I moved on. "So where's mine?" Helen asked as she walked up to me. She was wearing a blue hooded sweatshirt and a pair of tight rowing shorts that hugged her hips while exposing the lower part her asscheeks. She usually wore sweatpants over them so I got hard at the first sign of her desire. I leaned back and looked at her. She unzipped the sweatshirt to expose a grey sports bra and her fit stomach. She had just taught a tough class and kept a couple of students later than usual. She was covered in a patina of sweat. "Where's your what?" I asked looking at her stomach and deciding that would be where I started. I did not want to wait so I got up on my knees and put my hands on the waist of her shorts. I pulled the left side down and bit her hip. I licked the spot and moved up to her stomach with my tongue. I wanted to enjoy hugging the inside of every one of Helen's curves. She pushed me away from her body and straddled my hips. She took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. "Where's my pearl?" she asked me seriously. I looked into her eyes as the lust I saw created a place for me to deal with this. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I know what you gave Samantha and Elizabeth. I want mine!" she hissed. She kissed me hard as if the heat of the kiss would be enough to get her what she wanted. I grabbed her ass and squeezed her as hard as I could. She had kissed me like this before and it got the same reaction every time. I wanted to pound into her letting the size and power of her lower body absorb my strength. She broke the kiss and looked at me. "Do you know what the jewelry signifies, Helen?" I asked her using the same tone of voice that she used to stake her claim. "I'll always be yours," she said and kissed me again. It was gentler than the kiss before it. I felt her give a part of herself to me she had fought to keep out of our joinings. I was the one that broke the kiss that time. "Do you know what they have agreed to Helen?" I still did not understand why these women had made the choice. I understood Rachel and Brittany, they were a part of my everyday life but for the two women to permit me such control over their lives was inconceivable. "I know you'll do a better job than I ever did," she said looking at me. I shook my head at her and put my forehead on her chest. "Hey, I don't want to worry about men ever again or anything else for that matter," she whispered. "I know you'll take care of me." I looked at her and she gave me another one of her gentle kisses. I reached over to my gym bag and pulled out the case that Brittany had given me for Helen. I had doubted that I would need it but Brittany knew better. Helen put on the necklace while watching me and then proceeded to take off her shorts and panties. She lay down on her stomach beside me and shook her ass while looking at me. I was hard from the heat of her before she was naked so I needed no foreplay. I removed my clothes and straddled her hips. I considered fucking her pussy to produce lubrication in preparation of the declaration she wanted to make but she had different plans. She reached behind her to grab my dick and guided it between her asscheeks. I adjusted my upper body so I was better aligned with her ass. I enjoyed the spectacle of her derriere's shape and its allure as she placed me at her gateway. She kept me hard with smooth strokes as she attempted to get me inside her body. I helped with steady pressure into her until the crown of my penis passed her anal ring. She sighed and pushed back against me until she had a couple of inches of the shaft in her. I wanted more after her demand to wear what had become my seal and pushed my hips towards her ass to take more of her depth. It was uncomfortable for her without lubrication but neither one of us cared so we pushed at each other until my pubic hairs touched her ass. She grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wider. I pulled out a couple of inches and pumped into her as hard as I could, giving us both what we wanted. She let go of herself and stretched her arms above her head. I rested my weight on her ass to keep me firmly seated inside of her. I stretched my own arms out to take her hands in mine. She pushed up with her ass and I brought our bodies into full contact with each other. She twisted around and kissed me. I rested where I was as we kissed each other deeply. I waited for her involuntary movements as the discomfort faded while desire took the forefront in her body. I tried to go for gentle, smooth strokes but she slapped her hand against my thigh to demand more. I happily answered her demand and pulled back as far as I dared in the absence of plentiful lubrication. I pounded into her using her ass as a shock absorber and trampoline to bounce me back. I pounded into her again. I put my hands on each side of her head and she immediately gripped my wrists tightly. She grunted sexily with my next thrust out and into her body. I thought about the power she had given me and lost myself in the process of taking a woman who had made the choice to be mine. I did not last long but even that outcome felt right to both of us. I thrust into her wildly until she could not take the pressure and pushed a hand underneath her. I felt her stimulate herself until she squeezed me when my thrusts and her hand brought her to orgasm. I pounded into her depth and rested there as her orgasm caused her body to squeeze and then release me only to squeeze again. The rhythms of her body finished the ride for me and I emptied myself into her ass. I collapsed on top of her and she held on tightly to my arms to keep me in place. ----- The time to the weddings flew by and I thought the women went a little crazy with all their preparations. The Lees definitely went bonkers but they had the best reasons since they were planning a wedding that would be watched all over the Asian world. The twins' popularity soared with their television show and they were signed by another Japanese station to do a second show. Their wedding was big news and the new station endeared themselves to the Lees by agreeing to pay for the wedding if their reporters were the only ones allowed in. Brittany's pregnancy progressed naturally. I never considered a pregnant woman sexy but with Brittany carrying my child just an inadvertent glimpse of her as she passed in the house would turn me rock hard at the sight. The sex we shared was very consuming, vigorous and possessive on my part but Brittany assured me it was exactly what she wanted and needed in her state. The Lees and my graduation came and went with barely a blip on anyone's radar. Our wedding went off without a hitch, which was no surprise considering that most of our guests perceived that Rachel's tiger nature was at the surface just hoping someone would cause a problem. Brittany assisted in holding the dress out of the way for the post-wedding baby-making quickie Rachel insisted we have on the way to the clinic. I thought Rachel was pushing some doctor or nurse to the limits of their medical courtesy if they had to implant the egg through a sea of my cum. Brittany and Rachel laughed and told me not to worry that the doctor would be rewarded in kind. I did not figure out what they meant until they playfully held me down for the doctor to have a shot at getting the semen she had been working with from the source. Rachel explained that since she had slept with the good doctor, it was my duty to fuck her. I got the feeling Rachel was making sure my baser instincts understood that the public vows changed nothing between us regarding the openness of our relationship. As the doctor got an extra hard ride, any feelings I might have had of being chained down in marriage evaporated. The honeymoon in Japan was enjoyable as a vacation away from my responsibilities. Rachel forgot all about the honeymoon part as the twins wedding devolved into arguments between the Lees and the television network about everything from the flowers to camera angles. The Smith and Lees were also in the middle of a fierce fight about who would spend how much time in which country. I tried to distract the guys by putting forth some humor regarding married life. They were feeling more confined than I ever did so the attempt at humor fell short. Michael and I finally took things into our own hands and flew the twins on a quick jaunt into Thailand. We did not partake in any of the wilder experiences available, but the atmosphere of the place relaxed Sean and Patrick. Brittany and Rachel supported the Lees no matter how outlandish their weddings plans became, which eased tensions significantly. The wedding day finally arrived and everything went beautifully which surprised the hell out of me; even the network was happy since the ratings were better than expected. Their honeymoon stay took place in the Smith Mansion as the Lees and I were ready to open the doors to our new company. The researchers were moved in with as little ego bruising as possible. The University got uppity about our security procedures but a visit from an Assistant Federal Prosecutor to explain the penalties for a breach in our security was enough to shut down the loudest of the mouthpieces. After that, we became the focus of standard student anti-government protests but that was a part of the regular college age fanaticism that everybody near a major school learns to ride out. The birth of Brittany's child was the most exciting thing to happen after the weddings and company opening. The doctors decided on a C-section because of the baby's size and picked a date two weeks before her due date. The event was exciting because everyone was anticipating the arrival of our son. The last births we had in the immediate family were Esmeralda's daughters so with the marriages and the younger generation's ascension into the ranks of Smith Holdings executives it felt like a new beginning for the pack. Rachel cemented the name of my newborn son when she got her first look at him. "He IS a brute!" she exclaimed and therein locked up his name as a part of his destiny. Ovaldo solved our initial public problems with his behavior. He acted more like the proud father than I did and was in more pictures with Brittany and the baby. The nurses and other hospital guests made the false assumption that he was the father. No one in our family corrected them and Ovaldo's continued inability to separate himself from Brutus fostered the lie. False assumptions made a convenient screen for us at the onset. Rachel's own labor was not as easy as Brittany's since she went through it using the natural process of childbirth. I was happy that I was not the only one surprised when the doctor delivered two children instead of the expected one. Rachel shrugged when the family asked what happened. She explained calmly while holding her new son and daughter that when she went to have her egg harvested there had been two present. We were also lucky and found 'two' of Rachel's idea of good semen specimens so she decided to go with what fate proposed. She cried when we were asked what the babies would be named and I answered with Rain and Roger. It took me two weeks to vocalize the strangeness of the children to my family. I did not suspect anything but Rain and Roger were both blonde and blue-eyed. My mother and Esmeralda laughed saying that Roberto, their uncle in the old country, was blonde and green-eyed. I looked at both them like I was wondering if they were insane. They told me I had several cousins who were as blonde as Rachel. They also pointed out that a couple of the blood females had light hazel eyes. I got over my confusion and caused even more laughter when I asked if any of my blonde cousins were female. We had built a mansion on a new plot of land. Brutus and the twins were a good reason to make the move at the time. The place was lovely and very private due to the amount of property. Ovaldo had overseen the fencing and the stocking of the dogs. Forrest was close to getting a first test product out and the entire family understood that his success would greatly change our circumstance. Ovaldo allowed room for added security measures when they became necessary. Adjusting to the babies was interesting. Roger was the beloved sun god child of everyone he met. My son had charm pouring out of him in the crib and he could make people love him with a smile. This caused most of the women in my family to visit the home more than had been usual. It increased the amount of sex I had, but for the first time in my life I was playing second fiddle. Rain, for a long time, seemed like Rachel's replacement for her lost twin. We thought Rachel treated Rain more like an equal than anything else. My mother and Brittany were more mother figures to Rain for the first few years of her life. It meant that mother and daughter had a couple of awkward years during Rain's teens but eventually Rain decided she would not have had it any other way. Brutus was Roger's left hand even in the cradle. He followed where Roger led, which was usually into trouble. Roger by himself was not a troublemaker, but he was psychologically incapable of disagreeing with Rain. My oldest daughter was like her mother except her tiger had never been caged. Neither Roger nor Brutus were weak, but Brutus had the temperament of a Zen monk and Roger usually did the right thing as he saw it. Without Rain, both would have had very boring childhoods. The children were two and half years old when I first noticed how the boys used Rain as the devil on their shoulders. We had spent a late evening celebrating how the Federal government fell in love with Forrest's first fully executed and successful vision of simplified technology and my plan to sell the product line only to the government. They bought my proposal hook, line and sinker. Smith Holdings was on the cusp of signing a deal so lucrative that only going public with Forrest's best work could have made us more money. There had been a lot of arguments among the family about doing exactly that but in the end everyone listened to my reasoning and approved my plans. Their approval had been unnecessary but it felt good to know they were completely behind losing billions of dollars for the sake of greater stability and security for all of us. I was having breakfast with the children while their mothers luxuriated in an early morning bath. The women looked like they needed time alone so I made myself responsible for keeping the kids busy. The number of household staff had been increased with the larger property and the addition of children. The primary staff members consisted of people that had been with Rachel for years. They were the only ones allowed everyday contact with the children. We never made that decision but the old Smith family retainers reserved baby duty for themselves and made it look like it was a family decision. Ovaldo came in from playing with the dogs and sat down for breakfast. We would have missed the children's actions except that the nanny dropped a fork. Ovaldo and I turned in time to catch the children mid-act. I do not how intelligent children are but at their age I remember being fully conscious of the world around me. Brutus and Roger were looking at Rain in an aggressive manner. Rain was trying to ignore them. She loved oatmeal and the nanny who usually did not cook for the children had made it exactly how my daughter loved it. The boys obviously wanted something from her but she was having no part of it. Brutus kicked Roger's baby chair and Roger gently pushed his sister's chair. She put her spoon down and looked at them with what I swear was Marie's best exasperated look when Forrest had gone too far. They looked apologetic but willful. Ovaldo and I looked at each other and then back to the children from the corner of our eyes. Rain ate another spoonful of oatmeal but Roger pushed her chair again. She gave up and stuck her hand out to him. Brutus handed his spoon to Roger who handed it to Rain. Ovaldo and I watched the flight pattern of the spoon as Rain nonchalantly tossed it so that it bounced off Brutus's head. Rachel and Brittany walked in a couple of minutes later to the chaos. The nanny was screeching while Ovaldo and I had our heads on the table lost in uncontrollable laughter. Brutus and Roger were screaming happily while they picked food off their clothes and hair. They continued bombarding Ovaldo, themselves, and me with any food they could find. Rain was humming as she finished her breakfast sitting pristinely untouched by any of the food matter that had flown around the room. Her brothers were always careful to ensure that their sister was unaffected by any trouble she started for their benefit. Ovaldo and I gained control but lost it again when Ovaldo pointed out that somehow the nanny had a spoonful of oatmeal in her hair. Rain was the only one eating oatmeal and nanny was across the room from her. The cries of 'Mama!' and 'Mama too!' broke through our laughter and we thought we had been seriously busted by the women. 'Mama too' was the name that Brutus had come up with for Rachel and it had been adopted by the twins for Brittany. The women looked at Ovaldo and I. We looked at each other and broke down in laughter again as their look matched the one Rain had given her brothers before the spoon launched their food fight. The maids invaded the kitchen and began the clean up. They looked annoyed at having to clean up the mess until Rachel told Ovaldo to watch over the children until the staff could give them a bath. Bath time was a duty rarely given any of the staff with two mothers in the house. Rachel and Brittany dragged me out of the room to continue our celebration. ----- I was sitting in my office months later thinking about the children. None of the children took after me which I knew was something that annoyed Esmeralda. It was not just that Brutus looked like Brittany and the twins like their mother. Rain was willful and manipulative even as a three year old but she had more her mother's stripes than my ability to lead the pack. Roger was Sean and Patrick in one body; everything they could have been, Roger looked like he would grow up to be. The only difference was that he could not take his hands off a football, rather than the twins' inability to get out of the water. I smiled remembering Brittany's attempts to get him to sleep in anything other than a football jersey. He had charmed her to get his way and she stomped into my room to get vengeance on me for bringing such a 'wonderful little demon' into the world. Regardless of his charm, he also had more of his mother's stripes than my markings. Brutus was inseparable from his younger siblings and was content to be in the same room as them. Esmeralda adored Brutus and regarded him in the same way she loved Ovaldo. It was obvious though that she wanted more. I got the idea that Esmeralda was planning beyond my generation for our family. She was pleased with the current crop of children but was asking when we would have others. None of the children, even Sean and Patrick's, met the mythical bar Esmeralda had set for my true heir. The sentiment Esmeralda broadcast was adopted by the other blood females, even my mother began to make subtle remarks about three grandchildren not being enough. Luckily, Marisa and Michael's wedding circumscribed that angle of attack for a few months. The phone on my desk rang and I picked it up on auto-pilot. "Hello," I stated into the receiver. "David?" Michael's somewhat confused voice came from the other side. "Yeah?" I said with a smile touching my face. "David!" I waited a full ten count before replying. "You have a question, Michael." "Tell my idiot big brother, he BETTER have a good explanation for this!" I could hear my sister yelling in the background. My smile grew even wider. Brittany walked into the office and sat down across from me. I put the phone on speaker and hung up the receiver. "David..." "Yes, Michael," I said with no inflection in my voice. "Umm... there's a naked woman in our bed." "Michael, you are married to my little sister so I hardly think this conversation is appropriate." Brittany put her hand over her mouth to prevent her mirth from escaping. "It's not Marisa." I nodded as if he could see me. "IT'S FUCKING TAYLOR!" I heard my sister yell. "Hmm," I made it sound like I understood the situation now that more details have been giving. "MICHAEL'S FUCKING EX-WIFE IS NAKED ON TOP OF OUR BED!" Michael put their phone on speaker so that Marisa could scream at me directly. "Hmm," I said making the same noise again. "DAVID!" I cleared my thoughts and counted to ten again before speaking. "Actually, Marisa if my instructions were followed, which I expect they were since Taylor has received years of obedience training, she should be naked on your bed, blindfolded with her hands handcuffed behind her, sitting on her heels." There was silence on the other side and Brittany had to hold on to the seat or fall off from her attempt to control herself. "Obedience training?" Michael asked. "Why is she here?" Marisa asked the more relevant question at the same time. "Hmm," I said. "Obedience training?" Michael asked in a much firmer voice. "Yes, Michael," I said in a slightly lecturing voice. "I know she was your wife but to be honest, I found her irritatingly headstrong. I like strong women but this had too much selfishness for my peace of mind." "Really?" Michael asked, his voice dripping in sarcasm. "Yes, we have different tastes in women, I guess." Marisa cleared her throat to get me to get to the point. "Well, Samantha and Elizabeth helped me train Taylor to be a compliant female, quite responsive to the demanding nature of my family members." "Hmm," Michael said mocking me, waiting for the punch line. "So she's your little pet?" Marisa asked. "No, baby," I said with the same smug smile she had given me every time she pulled one of her sexually perverse pranks, "She's YOUR little pet." The silence lasted about a minute in which Brittany did hit the ground rolling. "Michael," I said. "Uh, yeah?" he asked almost a little afraid. "Take a look between Taylor's legs." I heard him move away from the phone. "There's a box," I heard him say. "Marisa please have Taylor take her weight off the box so that Michael can get it" I instructed. "Why can't Michael tell her?" she asked in a slightly annoyed voice. "Because she's not Michael's pet," I used her worst 'you are an idiot' voice. Brittany broke out into loud laughter at the string of curses that came over the phone. I heard Michael also break into laughter. "I have the box, David," he said finally. "Open it." "Hmm," he said a minute later. "It's a riding crop," Marisa said excitedly. "Is it for me to use on Taylor?" There was now excitement in her voice. "No, it's for Michael to use on you." "WHAT?!?" Marisa screamed. Another string of curses came over the phone. I waited for silence to be the only thing between us. "A pet is a very large responsibility, Marisa," I said calmly. "I'm not sure that you're ready for it." "A very large responsibility," Michael echoed on his side of the phone line. Brittany burst out into more laughter when she heard the swish of a crop being swung liberally and smacked against a hand. "You have to be sure that Taylor is well cared for and obedient. If you fail to carry out your responsibilities, YOU will have to be punished so that Taylor does not suffer from the effects of a bad mistress. After all, it will not be Taylor's fault if you cannot keep her in line." "Sounds reasonable," Michael said seriously. I was pretty sure that Marisa had to be on fire from sexual excitement for him to speak like that. "Because Taylor will be living in your home, it will fall on Michael to take care of your responsibilities if you do not." "I don't like the sound of that," Michael said playing the crowd for all he was worth. "I wouldn't either Michael, so I want to make sure that Marisa understands that any failure concerning Taylor will be met with strict discipline." "Absolutely! Very strict!" Michael said but I could hear his control was close to tatters. "The crop is also a reward since Taylor likes the biting taste of its kiss. If Marisa is good, you should let her borrow your crop, Michael." "Oh, shit!" Michael said suddenly and there was the sound of bodies making hard contact on the other end. I cleared my throat and got silence after a couple of seconds. "Now, Marisa if you feel you're not up to this responsibility you can return Taylor to her house." The only response was the dial tone as someone on the other side slammed the phone into its cradle. Brittany let out all the guffaws she had been holding in. I had to sit there for a half-hour as she described what she had heard to every woman in the family. They had the same reaction of laughter and questions proposing the possibility of interrupting Marisa and Michael on their first adventure with Taylor. Finally, Brittany finished her gossip and sat across from me. I looked questioningly at her. I thought her visit had been to listen to the Marisa and Michael conversation. "Mandy would like to have lunch with our inner circle next week," she told me. I sat back and let Brittany study me as I considered the change in my schedule. I knew that Brittany kept in touch with her sorority and we were generous but this was the first time after my wedding that a sister approached us in this fashion. I knew it had to be business or Mandy would have contacted me directly. I looked at Brittany for some clues but she only nodded and walked out of the room. I looked out the window and thought about the Coven. The lunch was in a private room at a four-star restaurant. I was slightly suspicious when the hostess led me to a private room and it increased greatly when I saw who had joined us. Esmeralda, Marie, Michael, Rachel, Brittany, the Lees, and my mother were arranged around Mandy and a slightly older woman. They had set up the seating so that I was across from the two women. I sat down in my assigned chair and looked at Mandy. I would have preferred a warmer setting for a reunion but I accepted that this was business. "Hello, David," Mandy said carefully. The woman next to her looked at Mandy and studied me. I nodded to Mandy. "This is Sarah, my sister," she said gesturing toward the other woman. Sarah nodded and continued studying me. She was a softened version of Mandy; dark, honey hair with soft brown eyes and almost the same face. Sarah was a couple of inches taller than Mandy and not as athletic. She struck me as something of a princess; one who knew exactly how privileged she was and intended to keep things that way. I studied them in return. The women, except for Marie, were nervous as if they were expecting me to oppose something they wanted. Marie, on the other hand, was wearing a look of avarice on her face; it made me wary. The birth of her son, Forrest Jr., a month before Rain and Roger were born focused Marie even more on making our venture successful. I looked at the women around the table and waited. Esmeralda was the first to cave, which was an even bigger signal to me that they all wanted what the two women were offering. "Mandy and Sarah have a business proposition for you," she started. I looked at Mandy and continued to wait. They were waiting for me to speak but there had been some obvious behind the scene negotiations without my knowledge, so I made a point of making them squirm. "Our father died a few years ago," Sarah said softly. I nodded as I remembered the occasion; we had not attended the funeral but had sent our condolences. "His death left a power vacuum in our company that is still unfilled," Sarah continued. The year I entered college their company, Allaire Electronics, was similar in size to Smith Holdings. The adjustments we made to Smith Holdings over the years poised us for great things while their father's lengthy illness and death slowly reversed the growth of their company in the same time period. "We cannot continue to hold the company together because of the internal strife between different factions in our family," Sarah said. "Not without help," Mandy clarified. Sarah nodded and looked at her sister. She set her lips in a look of one trying to keep her pride intact when in reality she was a supplicant. "We don't need an infusion of money," Mandy said sitting forward. I nodded. "We can't and won't give up control of the company so a buyout or a takeover is out of the question," Sarah said firmly. I nodded again. "Our father's will does not allow for our generation to approve a merger. If we wanted to we probably could with some legal maneuvering, but the two of us don't want it and neither does the rest of my family," Mandy said. "So what is it you need?" I asked. "We need someone who can run the company and control the rest of our family," Mandy explained. I looked at them and then around the table. A couple of things clicked for me and I noticed that everyone in my pack was leaning toward the two women subtly. I could sense the coming of the punch line. "How can I help?" I asked. The women on my side relaxed and sat back. Michael was still looking at the two as if he was ready to forestall their escape. "We want you to do it," Sarah said. She did not sound completely convinced but bravely tried to sound as if it was her idea. "Actually, you want to become a Smith Holdings partner," I corrected. Mandy put her hand on top of Sarah's before her sister could speak. "Yes, but you would have full management control," she said. "And with your improved distribution system, we would be a very profitable partner," Sarah said. She held on to her sister's hand tightly. I studied them but the situation did not feel quite right. "Your family could wrap us up in court for years. If you can't control them now, bringing me in would just be adding blood to the water." Sarah and Mandy looked at each other. All of a sudden it seemed clear to me that it was Sarah who was supporting Mandy. "The problems the two of us are having stem from our lack of involvement in the company and inexperience in the business world," Mandy said less confidently. "Even though we control a majority of the Allaire's shares, we were never directly involved with the business. We own the buildings but they have the people, so to speak," Sarah explained. I nodded. "Their chauvinistic daddy put provisions in his will that would allow for the biological father of either Mandy's or Sarah's child to take full control of the company if both sisters and the executor of the estate agree to it," Brittany said putting the women's cards on the table. "Complete control to one man if those three stockholders agree. They can't take control of the company without the family, but being an outsider you could." Michael sat back surprised; I had wondered if he was in on this, apparently not. I looked around the room and my eyes settled on Rachel. "We need to know if you're interested in the business aspects of the situation," Rachel said. "A child..." I started but was interrupted by Esmeralda's raised hand. "ANY child is our business," she said in a voice that told me clearly this was their domain. Everyone woman in the room looked at me to see if I would step over that line. I looked at Michael who shrugged which was not a lot of help. I looked at the women around the room again. I did not particularly care for Esmeralda's tone but I supposed from her point of view she was right. "The Alominos site," I said looking at Marie. "The capital we set aside for the purchase could be used to grow other areas of Smith Holdings," Michael said before she could speak. She looked across at Michael and nodded. "I'm beginning to take more responsibility with Smith Holdings and splitting my attention would not be a good idea," I said almost to myself. "They have a rising executive who would fit our requirements for your surrogate," Brittany said pointing to a folder in front of her. "He was recently divorced due to irreconcilable differences which may be interpreted as extreme sexual incompatibility. The wife was very prudish," my mother chimed in with. "He is also not adjusting well to life without a woman at home even if she was someone that only did the missionary. He's a very loyal man that needs certain structures in his life; marriage, the job, his friends." "Samantha looks a lot like every woman he has ever dreamed of," Rachel said. I looked at her. "How do we know what the man dreams of?" I asked. "It's not that difficult to discover what any particular man finds attractive but in this case Samantha could have been his very dear mother's twin. I understand she's been dead ten years but he still visits her gravesite every week," Marie said. "Once the family issues are resolved we need only set up the relationship between the two companies. He'll need guidance to keep the company on track for the eventual merger if the executor, and the sisters find such an action to be beneficial. He's good from what I've seen so it should only cost us a year in the schedule we have set for you to take complete control of Smith Holdings," Joanne Lee-Smith added helpfully. "The cost savings on the Alominos site is more than worth the time and effort, David," Michael concluded by focusing on me. He was the one who had been almost anal about keeping the schedule on target, so his support almost made it a done deal. I nodded and looked at Mandy. She was relaxed and staring at me. The women watched us as we looked at each other. She had maintained the muscular thickness of her body and now that I knew why she was there my body reacted to her presence. "The executor will agree?" I asked. "Our aunt is very impressed with you, David," Sarah assured me. "She knows you've been looking for something like Alominos. We understand there's a federal contract making it that much more attractive a site for you. Senators are afraid of the consequences of even mentioning that particular contract at this stage though," Mandy said. "The Alominos plant is a limp dick," Sarah said. "So whatever you have planned has to be monstrously profitable for that site to be your ideal one." "The child?" I asked Rachel curiously. "Only your child will satisfy both sides," Rachel said forcefully. There must have been some preliminary discussion on the issue because even Esmeralda looked at Rachel nervously. Sarah was attractive and I knew that the women in my family were becoming more and more unhappy with Ovaldo's continued single status. I looked at Rachel who stared back at me. The tiger was close to the surface and I almost prodded it. The hardened part of me vetoed the idea; its entire focus was on a naked Mandy. Rachel was too uncompromising about these types of things for me to believe she would allow it to be any other way. I sat back in the chair and relaxed for the first time since I arrived. "What are the specials today?" I asked looking for a menu. "Darling, you should have lunch by the bar," Rachel said sweetly. "We have a couple of things to clear up. I'm sure you and Michael need to do some preliminary planning for the sudden change in circumstances." Michael could not have gotten out of his chair faster. He always avoided situations that were part of what we had come to think of as the female responsibilities. The inclusion of Taylor in his life solidified that bias. Marisa and Taylor were settling comfortably into a relationship that confused the hell out Michael but he tried very hard not to disturb his idyllic life. A man gets quickly attached to being sandwiched between two warm female bodies at night. I smiled at Mandy who dropped her facade and looked at me with hunger. I walked around the table, approached her and touched her face with my fingertips. She put her hand on my groin and leaned towards me. I kissed her and the memory of our first time 'In the Dark' was in the touch of our lips. Marie got up as we walked out of the room and followed. I looked a question at her when we sat down at a table by the bar. "That's between Rachel and Mandy," she said shrugging her shoulders. We ordered and sat in our own thoughts for a couple of minutes. Marie pulling a folder out of her bag interrupted our reverie. "Rachel instructed the Lees and I to put together some preliminary information on Mandy's family and the company." I nodded and a little of the annoyance I felt at not being included must have slipped in. Marie put her hand on top of mine to soothe it away as much as she could. "Mandy only contacted Brittany a couple of weeks ago, David. None of us would have kept it from you if there were something you could have done. We did the research just in case their proposal was attractive to you." I nodded to her absently. Rachel was careful not to abuse her power so I shrugged it off. The offer was so simple that it did not take a lot of thinking to decide whether to do it or not. The real work would begin when the women came to an agreement. I watched as a much older woman with Mandy's features strode past us on her way to the meeting room. "The aunt?" Marie asked. "Yes," Michael said picking up some of Marie's papers. The business side of the meeting went on late into the evening. The Lees and Brittany joined us. Eventually, we went back to the office where federal representatives were included in our discussions. They, in turn, contacted their bosses. Every federal rep was circumspect with their questions knowing they were going to get exactly what they wanted at no extra cost. The highest ranking fed at the table brushed off the details of my need to procreate with Mandy to satisfy the provisions of her father's will. Some people looked uncomfortable with the thought of my having an extramarital child to seal a business deal but Marie distracted them with pictures of the site, blueprints and the prospectus explaining why it had been our first choice. I arrived home to be swarmed over by the kids. Rain immediately launched into her favorite declaration, "It wasn't my fault!" which alerted me to the fact that I was not in for a quiet night. The interesting aspect about Rain's disavowal of fault was that for the most part it was usually true. Discarding the times she started it for the sake of her brothers, she was usually not the cause of any trouble. She did have an unerring instinct for being at the heart of a problem especially if it involved her siblings, nephews, nieces or cousins. Esmeralda's daughters picked a fight with Sean and Patrick's children, for no apparent reason except they were kids. Twins ran in the Smith family to such an extreme that no one had been surprised at the delivery of twin boys and twin girls two months after Rain and Roger were born. It made the odds four to two, which would have evened things since Esmeralda's brood was older. Unfortunately for them, the two sets of twins were far more coordinated than even my own baby monk and tigers. Rain ended up in the eye of the storm because Esmeralda's daughters only listened to her. My two sons got involved as soon as Rain caught a bouncing ball with the side of her head. Things devolved into a three sided free for all. The staff made it worse by trying to separate the children, which only gave the kids a common enemy. Fighting each other was entertainment but fighting someone not family was instinct. Rachel, Brittany and Mandy got home to find that the children had fortified the playroom and were holding back the staff. Ovaldo's dogs who behaved like lovesick puppies around my children were a big reason for the stalemate. Rain's explanation was more subjective than her mothers' but the boys were doing credible jobs as star witnesses in support of Rain's version of events. Everyone sat around watching me eat as they waited for my reaction. "No story tonight," I said quietly. Rain's reaction was typically overdramatic as she made it seem like I had sentenced her to an extremely harsh punishment. I knew better though and watched as she carefully wrapped Mandy around her finger. I think the quivering lower lip was what broke Mandy's will to be strong. She gathered Rain into her arms and tried to give her unneeded comfort. The boys surrounded Mandy to get in on the comforting although they were not the accomplished actors their sister was. The children ended up with most of the female attention that night which seemed somewhat unfair considering they had done a good job of wrecking their playroom. I was in the master bedroom when Mandy came in. The master bedroom was what Rachel called it. I thought of it just as my bedroom since we each had a bedroom of our own. Rachel's was connected to mine and Brittany was getting increasingly insistent about putting a door between ours. I thought for a minute about how they were going to manage to connect one to Mandy's. I shuddered knowing that deep down inside they were hoping I would agree to knock down the walls to all the adult bedrooms on our wing. Mandy was wearing a soft lavender colored nightgown that only went down to mid-thigh. She walked to the foot of the bed and looked at me. I was wearing thin shorts in case the kids got away from their mothers but nothing else. I put down the sheet of paper I was reading and looked at her. "Rachel insisted that I move in tonight," she said slowly. I nodded. "Is this really going to work?" she asked nervously. She looked at my groin and the thinness was not enough to hide my growing attention. "It worked for the Coven," I said carefully. "It works for Rachel and Brittany." She nodded thoughtfully. "Can you share me?" I asked. "When is it my turn with Rachel?" she asked breathlessly as she crawled on to the bed. She moved up my body until she could kiss me. "She is not the one I taste?" I asked. She stared at me closely. "Brittany thought a quickie would relieve my nerves," she said with a pout and kissed me again. "You were nervous?" I asked kissing a trail down her neck. My hands were itching to palm her breasts but I was trying to prolong the torture for both of us. She pulled my head back and looked at me again. "Every woman is nervous on her wedding night, David," she told me. That did the trick. I brought her down for a hard kiss by a grip on her hair and used my other hand to strip her breasts of the nightgown's protection. She pulled herself up so that she could pull my shorts down enough to free me from confinement. I let go of her hair and moved my hand between her legs. She was wet, warm and thick exactly like I remembered her. She moved up and I took a nipple into my mouth. She moaned years' worth of wanting to be with me and reached between her legs to straighten my phallus. Brittany had taken care of the foreplay so she was ready for me when she placed the head of my dick against her pussy's entrance. I moved both hands to her ass and took a tight grip on her asscheeks. I changed to give attention to her other breast. She held me in place and settled her weight on top of me. It had been a long time since I had felt the thickness and gentle pressure of Mandy's body around me. I had been thinking about being inside her for most of the afternoon and it felt better than my daydreams when she was fully seated in my lap. I spread her asscheeks and pushed up into her to get deeper. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. She was not moving so I had to act. I flipped us over in one swift motion so she was on her back with me between her legs. She was tight, thick and my motion had taken me half out of her body. I took back what was now mine and she welcomed the taking by squeezing me with her thighs. "Oh God! I missed you so much," she said holding my face and kissing me. There were tears in her eyes and she moistened my cheeks with them as we continued kissing. We did not fuck; instead we ground our hips together so that I did not lose any depth. It was enough for both us after so much time apart. I felt once again the gentle pressure that was unique to her body as she went up and down my length as she came. I forced my hands underneath her and palmed her asscheeks. I squeezed them hard and moved against her again. Her orgasm lasted long enough for me to begin my own. It felt like I had been saving up cum for this reunion. I came and it was like I was trying to fill her with enough cum to give her a child naturally. Usually, I tried to get off a woman so I could ensure she did not get uncomfortable. I did not care at the time and stayed on top of Mandy until I hardened inside of her again. I heard the door open as I began to move in and out of her. I turned my head to see Brittany and Rachel walking in nude from Rachel's bedroom. Rachel was carrying a small tube and crawled on the bed. Brittany got on the other side of us and reached down to where Mandy and I were joined. She pushed against me to separate me from Mandy's pussy. She pushed me back even further and leaned down to take me into her mouth. Rachel turned Mandy over with kisses and nips on her sides. She straddled the small of Mandy's back and opened the tube. It was a lubricating gel and she traced a line between Mandy's asscheeks with it. She enjoyed spreading the lubrication into a woman's ass and Mandy had one of the finest asses we ever shared. Her finger invaded Mandy's anal rose to prepare her for me. I got harder in Brittany's mouth and she let me go to watch Rachel's treatment of Mandy. They guided me back to where my dick could touch Mandy. "Ours!" Rachel whispered to me as Brittany placed the tip of my dick against Mandy's asshole. ----- Mandy's extended family did not take the sisters' strategy lying down. They tried to get Smith Holdings into court but the judge bowed to the opinion of the will's executor. The aunt was a battleaxe who no one in their family wanted to go up against individually. There were varied attempts to undermine the authority that Mandy and Sarah were passing on to me. The clumsy attempts eventually culminated in a boardroom meeting that included all of the principals. Michael, the Lees, Marie and our lawyers represented Smith Holdings at the table. They had the offending family members on the other side of the table along with their lawyers. I sat away from the table with Rachel, Brittany and Ovaldo while Sarah, Mandy and their aunt sat at the opposite end, also away from the table. The wrangling had been going for an hour and half. Every woman in the room who knew me well was casting increasingly nervous glances in my direction. The women on their side of the table felt the underlying tension and began to try to negotiate a settlement instead of trying to get whatever they could. The tone of the men got insulting, and an offending insult was directed at Rachel criticizing her willingness to allow her husband to birth an illegitimate child with Mandy. Every woman on my side of the table got up and moved away from the table. At Michael's and my request, most of our lawyers were female; both of us were comfortable with the mostly matriarchal system we were a part of and we got along better with female lawyers. The law firm was a four-generation conglomerate of several interrelated families. It had more male partners than female, but the senior female partner, their matriarch, was in charge of Smith Holdings' account. The ladies had a lot of experience with Roger and they expected me to behave exactly like him. It worked most of the time like now; the firm tendered a partnership offer to Mandy's aunt even though she was a battleaxe most of the time. Sarah and the aunt were moving to be close to Mandy and the firm took immediate action to establish something they never had with Smith Holdings; a family connection. The partners were privy to the contracts the government signed with Smith Holdings. They even willingly did the menial paperwork to reduce the number of people that knew the details of those contracts. They would never know the exact amount of money Smith Holdings and the government were dealing in but they had a close enough estimate to be scrambling for available female or male firm members to present to our family as possible spouses. The battleaxe was one avenue they opened up. The youngest son of the most senior partner joined Helen's new martial arts school. He was on the fast track in the firm and most of it had been earned with some hard fought legal battles. He was the only other male on our side of the table and was taken aback by the sudden exodus of female support from our side. He also looked like he was ready to take the insulting fool outside which decided me on the Helen issue. Helen was sure that he understood that she was considered a part of our family. He was giving her all the right signals but he was also exercising discretion just in case Helen was not interested. I insisted that Helen make her own decision about him first. She said he was a good kisser and she could have the firm tied to us by marriage in six month's time. I sat down on the chair beside him and looked at the people who had made themselves my adversaries. Their lawyers must have explained it carefully to them, using small words where necessary. Our lawyers had not even blinked at the wording of the provisions that allowed me control of the company. Their legal opinion was that the solution that Mandy had chosen had been anticipated in the will. They even checked with the lawyers for Mandy's father to ensure that the social morality aspects of our plan did not interfere with the old man's intent. The people in front of me should have known better from the social history of the departed father. Sarah and Mandy did not share a mother. The two women had lived in different houses on his estate. The old man had married neither and maintained a carnal relationship with both until his final illness. Mandy and Sarah had been nervous about the agreement between them and the women in our family but not because it was something foreign. Their nervousness stemmed completely from the financial risk of putting their company in my hands. "I did not appreciate that remark. I expect an elaborate, heartfelt apology before we finalize or any offer that I have made will be rescinded and no further offers will be considered," I stated firmly. They grumbled and began to get a loud again but I sat quietly watching them. The women were the first to be quiet as they noticed that Mandy and her relatives had moved their chairs beside Rachel and Brittany. Every woman on my side of the room relaxed and watched the other side with smiles on their faces. Michael was drumming his fingers on the table looking at them with an almost apologetic look on his face. "I'm sure that your lawyers have told you that three sitting judges have weighed in with opinions that the language of the will covers this exact circumstance." This caused another spat of noise but the lawyers were the first to quiet down this time. "The sexual predilections of Mandy's father serve to illustrate that this was something he knew could happen. He specifically chose to use the term 'biological father' instead of husband, a wording that holds unequivocal meaning." The noise barely lasted sixty seconds that time. "Are we agreed that Mandy is a qualified daughter under the will?" I asked the lawyers. They nodded reluctantly; the family members grumbled. "Mandy has provided an affidavit and medical proof that the child she is pregnant with is mine, correct?" I was answered with silence and surly looks. "As the 'biological father', this qualifies me to activate the provisions of the will you are arguing against." The men on their side were becoming increasingly unhappy. "Actually if you read the provisions carefully, you will come to the same conclusion that I have." Even the people in my side of the room quieted down. I smiled and shook my head. "Mandy and Sarah's father did not write the provisions to address an esoteric situation. He wrote them specifically with me in mind." The aunt's gasp from behind me confirmed it for everyone in the room. I spun the chair to look at Mandy and Sarah. They were looking at their aunt in stunned surprise. They turned to look at me. "Your mothers have access to the same information channels both of you do." They looked at each other and clarity came to the two of them at the same time. They had overlooked the fact that their mothers became sisters through their sorority affiliation, and not through sharing the man they loved. Mandy's sexual life would not have been a surprise to her father. The aunt nodded her head respectfully at me. Rachel and Brittany were looking me with surprise almost equal to that of Mandy and Sarah. I shrugged my shoulders; it seemed clear to me as soon as I read the will. The old man had daughters who could not run his business but he had women he was responsible for. He did what had to be done to take care of them beyond his death. I would have done the same thing. "All I need to do to win every lawsuit you bring against me is place the executor of the will and Mandy and Sarah's mothers on the stand." The other side tried to drown out the revelation with angry words and gestures. This time a hand gesture from Michael quieted them down as I continued. "The mothers will sit in the witness chair and extensively explain their relationship with Mandy's father. They're going to say things like, 'He felt responsible for his sisters, the two of us, his daughters and hundreds of employees.' 'Towards the end he became desperate when he considered that they would not be taken care of unless he left his company in the right hands.' My personal favorite is going to be: 'We're talking about bringing a child into the world who will be worth millions of dollars with her first breath'." I let the vision of Mandy and Sarah's mothers expressing those thoughts on the stand settle in. "My wife will testify that she is vehemently opposed to my daughter being raised apart from her siblings or father just because Rachel is not the biological mother." I looked at the troublemakers as they fidgeted across from me. "Brittany's testimony that her son is already living in the manner anticipated by the will should seal every judgment in my favor. Morality is all well and good, but my wife and I are in a marriage of convenience. She is sixteen years older than I am. Her full acceptance of a situation she is ALREADY living with would add a significant amount of money to the family fortune even by her measure. They might not believe her intentions are pure but no one will doubt the situation would benefit her and more importantly her children greatly." I hesitated a moment before continuing. "You won't win the court cases. The old man was too good and I was chosen." "You don't actually believe all that," one of the younger men said. It was always the young ones. "You're absolutely right," I said surprising everyone. "This will not make it to court to many times. Any delay increases the power of my position. I will soon be able to stop you from using this company's funds to attack my daughter's inheritance." "The child might not even be born," the youngest male said in a voice that made every woman in the room's head turn towards him. Ovaldo moved like a snake when he had to but Michael was closer to the young idiot and met Ovaldo's rush head on. Michael's body sailed over the table and landed hard on the other side, but Michael delayed Ovaldo long enough for Esmeralda to grab her youngest brother by the ear. It was not a tight grip and the look she gave the idiot with a big mouth said she was only stopping Ovaldo because she was owed her pound of flesh first. The voice the idiot used had the barest hint of threat to it. Brittany and Rachel were standing between Mandy and him. Every woman on my side of the table was looking at him they were about to jump over the table to get their hands around his neck. I drummed my fingers on the table and waited for both sides to settle down. The idiot was made uncomfortable by the eyes of every woman on my side staying on him. They were giving him the identical looks they would have given a rabid dog that needed to be put down. Michael got up shakily and sat back down in his chair. He was the angriest I had ever seen him and the people on the other side of the table were now scared. He was the voice of reason throughout our extended negotiations and was on the edge of a blinding rage. "My cousin did not mean it like that despite his tone of voice," one of the women said reasonably. "But the fact of the matter is that miscarriages do occur." "No child in our family has been miscarried after the first month for the last three generations," Esmeralda said. The woman sat back stunned. "We have perfect medical records of our entire family to prove that. Mandy is already past her first month, any problems will be..." Esmeralda stopped herself. Ovaldo put his arm around her to help her control the shaking. My aunt took the subject of the family children very seriously. "That's all irrelevant," Mandy's aunt said sitting down next to me before Esmeralda could continue. "David has already satisfied the important provisions of the will. Mandy has provided medical and personal proof that David is the father of her child. God forbid, but if the child is miscarried only Mandy or Sarah can break David's hold on the company: Mandy by refusing to attempt to have another child by David or Sarah by qualifying another man under the same provisions." "I won't refuse David a fucking thing for the rest of my life!" Mandy's voice rang out with from behind a wall of my female relatives. "Mandy, language!" her aunt admonished. Sarah sat down on the other side of her aunt and looked at her relatives. "I have my eye on someone but I'm sure that even in those circumstances the company would still become David's responsibility." "Three generations," the woman who had last spoken whispered looking at Ovaldo. Sarah cleared her throat harshly but the woman looked at her unabashed. If he had not used that tone of voice, the idiot's statement would have been taken more seriously. The women in Mandy's family had problems taking a child to term and the woman who was looking at Sarah had her first marriage disintegrate after she lost her first child six months into the pregnancy. A statement like Esmeralda's hit her in a place that had cost her a lot of pain. Sarah sighed as the woman's gaze drifted back to Ovaldo. The fool's tone decided me. "I'm going to make you the same offer I made the executives at Smith Holdings," I said. Everyone in the room turned towards me to hear what I had to say. "You can accept the deal I put on the table or I will sweep this company clean of anyone I even suspect will think badly of me on the worst Monday morning of their life." They tried to talk but my hand stopped them all. "Mandy and her father have put all the cards in my hands. I do not have to be nice but you are still her relations. Accept the deal or the consequences." They grumbled but the last deal Michael had tried to make was better than they had expected. The woman who was staring at Ovaldo raised her hand. It was the battleaxe's youngest daughter and she looked at her child with proud eyes at the obvious choice she was about to make. "We're not in school, Sheryl," Sarah said with some feigned peevishness. I smiled knowing Sarah was not above sharing but she probably had hoped for some time without another woman. I wondered if any other families with this much money had to deal with these problems. "In the split of Allaire, you're keeping the Alominos plant which I was heavily involved with," she started carefully. I thought it was amazing how the word baby changes a woman's loyalties so dramatically. I nodded. "I would like to continue to have a role with the site," she said. Her side of the table immediately discarded her as useless to their efforts to squeeze every penny from the deal. "We have different plans for Alominos," Marie stated from behind me. "Then my knowledge and the relationships I established while building the facility would be extremely useful to you," Sheryl offered brightly. "Sheryl, do you really need to cow-tow to them now?" the young moron asked angrily. I looked at Sarah and motioned with my head towards a corner of the room. Her eyes opened in surprise but she got up and extended her hand to Sheryl. The battleaxe looked me with a raised eyebrow. "The business side can be worked out later, but it's easier for everyone if the women deal with their issues first," I told her. "My young sorority sisters are right. You are a dangerous boy," she said softly so that only I could hear. She turned to look at Mandy and turned back to me. "Your daughters are going to be willful little brats," she said happily. "Take my daughter out for an afternoon," I said humorlessly. "You're definition of willful might change." She snorted at me as if she did not expect any less. She got up from the table to join Sarah and her daughter who were looking like they were going to be obstinate. The lawyers on our side sat down and they talked seriously with their counterparts about the deal being offered. ----- It took a couple of days to finish the negotiations. The company was being split along site and technology lines. The transition began once the legal papers were signed. Our side was having lunch at the mansion without the lawyers but Sarah, Sheryl, Mandy and the battleaxe were looking confused. "David," Mandy started with. I sat back and nodded at her. They had held out longer than I expected. "It is not a criticism," Sheryl said. "We are just confused as to why you gave them the most profitable branch of our company," Sarah said. "Damn right!" the battleaxe cut in with, "It's a stupid move, boy. You've handed those weaklings the cake and let them eat it." Rachel had told her that I rarely referred to her by name, instead used my nickname of 'battleaxe' for her. She took it as a sign that she could be 'more' herself when talking to me. Everyone looked at them with smug smiles and turned to me. Marie was glowing which had more to do with the knowledge that Forrest and her were expecting their second child. They had also discovered that their son's problems were what they first thought: he had inherited his father's intellect. The child had been frustrated by his daycare and the stupidity he found in toys appropriate for his age group. Rachel had Marie drop Forrest Jr. off at the mansion instead of daycare and he did much better. Marisa privately suggested that had more to do with his indoctrination into Rain's growing cult than anything else. Esmeralda was ecstatic at his addition to the children's fold since for some reason her daughters and Forrest Jr. clicked well. It figured that she would be happy. Her daughters behaved like miniature thugs and adding brains to the mixture made most other people nervous. There was something else to Marie's happiness and Mandy put it together first. "Forrest!" she said. Her sister, aunt and cousin focused on her. "What did Forrest do?" she asked excitedly leaning forwards. Her relatives turned to look at us. "What did we give over to the rest of your family that has you worried?" I asked. "The appliance chip business," the aunt said seriously. Sheryl nodded. "We're leaps and bounds ahead of the competition in the production of single purpose computer chips for a variety of appliances that don't require the power of a standard chip," Sarah said looking at us. "Not even the big chip makers can compete with our lines," Mandy said. "Do you believe that your researchers could ever come up with something that is leaps and bounds beyond what Forrest could design," Marie said before putting some chocolate cake in her mouth. The women looked at Mandy for clarification. "I handed Forrest to Smith Holdings when he was a freshman," she told them. "Is he that good?" the aunt asked. Mandy's slow nod was answer enough. "And you gave him to them?" her aunt asked in a frustrated voice. "I handled MY husband for the sorority," Marie said with a voice wrought in iron. "Your brother was already ill when Forrest entered our sphere of influence. Guiding him to Smith Holdings was my decision as our best chance of success and gratitude for the sisters." The aunt sat back and nodded but was still frustrated by the lack of leadership her brother's company had suffered through. She was a good lawyer but life probably had no greater pleasure for her than making worthwhile enemies so she would have ground her management under her heel. "So Forrest designed his own chips?" "It goes deeper than that," Joanne Lee-Smith said. "Sean and Patrick are very well connected in Japan," Stephanie said. "You've broken the Japanese market?" the aunt said in wonder. I nodded. "But that's impossible!" she said. "Actually, they could not have competed against rivals without Forrest's chips and we have patents to them in all relevant countries." "How?" Sheryl asked. "We had the support of the federal government. They did some squeezing to ensure that governments around the world understood that allowing a Smith Holdings' designed chip to be cloned would have severe economic consequences," Brittany said. "But no one would believe that," the aunt said. "The consequences are outlined clearly by law," Rachel said. "You got a law passed?" the aunt said. I nodded. "What do you have over the federal government?" she asked. "Smith Holdings has a contract with the government to sell Forrest's flagship CPU exclusively to them." Marie said. "He didn't!" Mandy gasped. Marie nodded proudly. "How bad?" Mandy asked. Marie looked at me. I had to smile before I spoke. "How did Forrest put it? 'This should keep that fucker David out of my hair for the next twenty years!'" I said with a snicker. Marie nodded. Mandy and her relatives looked at us with wide eyes. "The government estimates that it will take 18 years for the other chipmakers to catch up to Forrest's design," I said. "That is if we do not make any improvements in that time, which researchers have already been hired to do," Marie told them. "But that doesn't explain..." their aunt said. "They're buying all but the most exposed computer systems from us. Forrest has been working on a redesign of almost every component for years, not to mention a new operating system," Marie exulted. "The work that would require..." Sheryl said amazed. She had more experience on the technical side than anyone at the table. "Forrest and Forrest Jr. have a disorder that causes them to need less sleep than normal people," Marie explained. "For Forrest, and my son eventually, six hours of sleep is equivalent to twelve for us." "That must have been horrible when Junior was a baby," Mandy said. "You wouldn't believe the amount of noise he made. I thought there was a problem but we had Forrest and Jr. checked out. The doctor was amazed and I had to train Forrest to take care of the baby so I could sleep." Mandy nodded consolingly. "Sex also makes Forrest very productive. If he gets regular sex, he doesn't do anything other than work and work." "Weird!" Sarah said. "You're telling me!" Marie said laughing. "He's doing all these great things and I'm helping by spreading my legs on a timely schedule." All the women at the table thought that was the funniest thing. Michael, Ovaldo and I looked between each other shrugging. "The government wants all that extra power for themselves and is willing to pay for it," Sheryl said looking at me with something close to reverence figuring the rest out. "The other companies must know something is up if the government is planning to buy only from Smith Holdings," the aunt said. I nodded. "They have to be curious and will want to compete with you." "The feds and us made them an offer they could not refuse," I said. "What?" Mandy asked. "Continued economic survival," Michael said with something of the smugness the women were spreading around so liberally. "There's a signed Executive Order that says the federal government will come down like a plague on any company that we suspect of attempting to bring to a market something Smith Holdings designed for exclusive government use," Rachel said quietly. "Oh my God!" the aunt said looking at me with even wider eyes. "The release of any product that Forrest determines is based on his designs will mean Smith Holdings will be allowed to take our entire product line commercial." The women looked at me and I almost felt like they wanted to create distance. "If they're really that good, you'll finish entire companies worth billions of dollars." "A severe and nationwide economic blow; another reason the government made the deal sweet for Smith Holdings," I said with a smile. "Sweet?" Sarah asked shocked to the core. "They couldn't possibly believe you." Sheryl said. "The chipmakers and operating system companies were allowed to do their own testing in the government facilities," Joanne informed them. "They believe the market will finish them if we bring our products to bear," her sister said. "MS won't take this lying down. They never have," Sarah said to shake our stance. "We've had the operating system for two years," Joanne said. "The government has been trying to write viruses for it all of that time." "They've succeeded twice," Stephanie said. "Both times because Forrest used third party code as a short cut." "That really pissed him off," Marie said laughing. "Angry, frustrated sex while he stripped the entire code base of 'foreign' elements." "He WAS vile little prick when we gave him the bad news," Esmeralda said shaking her head. Marie shrugged. "It probably caused the new baby, and took him down a peg or two," she said patting her belly. "It doesn't matter. MS hasn't been known to play by the rules and then they tie you up in court to keep doing what they want," Sheryl argued. "Yes, Sheryl but this time the entire computer industry will back us if we bring only the OS to market," Brittany said. "From chipmaker to retailer, everyone's livelihood will be on the line." "You put a gun to the industry's head," Sheryl said amazed. "And the government loaded it to make sure everyone took him seriously," Rachel said proudly. Mandy and her family looked at me for a couple of minutes and then at each other. "We're talking billions of dollars, David. People will play violent hardball with Forrest and his family. It will be worth it to them." I nodded and took a drink of water. "The right people have already been introduced to the gentlemen that will play hardball back," I said. "Except that we'll have a federal hunting license." "I only needed the most modern of Allaire's plants, the name, and the products that won't be in direct competition with our own." I continued answering their original question. "Alominos!" Sheryl said suddenly. "What?" her aunt asked. "They want it because of its isolation. I told those idiots putting a high tech plant there was stupid but it's perfect if you want to achieve any control of a modern environment." They looked at each other and then at me. "We're going to create a very nice playground for Forrest, the people that work with him, and the manufacturing plants for the computer parts," Marie said. "There's a private college there and I heard that a sorority chapter would be established soon," Sheryl said looking to us for confirmation. "The plant will become a part of a heavily armed military base putting it under exclusive federal control and laws," Marie said. "You people are crazy!" the aunt exclaimed, "You can't get away with this." "You know what convinced me it would work?" I asked them before taking another drink of water. "What?" they asked almost in unison. "When the executives who participated in the testing quietly began to expand their investment portfolios out of the industry they control." They looked at me and there was quite a bit of feminine nervousness in their eyes. The aunt's nervousness was being taken over by anger. "Do you know what the difference between Roger, your brother, me and everyone else at this table is?" I asked her. She shook her head. "All of us need reasons to pull the trigger," Esmeralda said. "You need to give men like my wonderful nephew reasons not to." We sat in silence for a few minutes before anyone could speak. "Are you sure you don't have an older brother around?" Sarah asked trying to break the quiet with humor. "No," Ovaldo cut in from where he had sat quietly. "But he has a 'qualified' uncle." Everyone broke out into laughter at that; the women had the decency to look a little chagrined at their obvious plans to see Ovaldo settled. The young executive in Mandy's company worked out quite well. Sheryl and he were instrumental in the transition and set up Alominos to run smoothly. The two companies merged as much as necessary while we waited for Mandy Jr. to come of age. My new baby was actually named after the battleaxe. Rain hated the name Matilda and forced her growing cult of young family members to use Mandy Jr. on her baby sister. The naming after the battleaxe was a family tradition that even the aunt fought but Mandy and Sarah were insistent. They managed to hold out for three months against Rain's will before Mandy legally added Mandy as a middle name. Brian, the young executive, had been casually introduced to the blonde and elegant Samantha. They dated for several months making the necessary noises about where the relationship was headed. Samantha threw him a birthday celebration that included a couple of sorority sisters Mandy recruited for the occasion. He bought the engagement ring the next morning. It was the reason that I was wearing tuxedo pants and a tailored shirt in the mansion library. I had been stuck with the duty of watching my children. Rachel had sweetly told me it was my job to ensure none of them got outside and became one with dirt. Brutus and Roger were looking to Rain as if preparing to make a bid to get her to start some exotic misbehavior. If I thought they might understand, I would have explained that Rain had been bribed into good behavior. I was pretty sure she had been offered her first pair of diamond studs from the way she kept playing with her earrings in anticipatory glee. I concluded that five-year old girls already understand the international language of jewelry. I was relieved of duty by Ovaldo and what now seemed like the permanently attached Sarah and Sheryl. The women still behaved like they were seconds away from crossing swords but never around Ovaldo. Around him, they were the picture of sensual feminine tranquility. The women told me I was wanted in the bride preparation room, originally known as the extra bedroom in the adult wing. I grumbled a little bit when Rachel offered the mansion as the place to hold the wedding and our property as the reception area. It was big enough so I had no real arguments about it especially after Samantha and Elizabeth expressed their gratitude. I opened the door to the room and walked inside. Samantha had chosen a pale pink for the bridesmaids' dresses. Rachel found it necessary to redecorate the room in the same color for the occasion. My protest against the silliness of redecorating the room for one day had not been well received especially since the company was moving into the cash cow phase of our government contract. The advanced nature of the systems we sold the government was slowly becoming an open secret. The Alominos test center was even a part of the government technical recruiting tour according to Ovaldo. There had always been stories in the colleges that the government had systems years ahead of anything available in the commercial realm; Smith Holdings made the myth a reality. The sheer computing power edge of even one Smith Holdings laptop did the same thing to technical recruits' minds that jet planes did to teenage male hormones. They felt the need for speed, and the government was not above playing to it. The obvious questions of security came up during those tours but a reading of the pertinent Executive Order, the Smith Holdings Security Act, and the nature of the agencies that wanted to keep the edge we had given them, quieted the curious. For the most part, we did not even have to use Forrest's creative security measures. The one incident of two machines being smuggled out of the country was enough to convince the right international people that the government thought the machines were on par with tactical nukes as an advantage over other nations. The economic sanctions were harsh and political heads rolled when the leaders discovered the punishment was all over eight pounds of plastic and high tech metal slag. After that a few agencies approached us to get access to the security measures we had installed on the machines. The problem with that was that no one but Forrest and his closest assistants understood them. He was being hardheaded about it and we decided to let him be since the security measures indirectly added to our profit margin. A few of the government agencies had nearly doubled their orders due to their machines becoming waste material when they made concerted attempts to break through Forrest's security. I hoped they would remain unsuccessful because disturbing Forrest to increase his security might cause problems, like him implanting an implosion device on the machines or something. Marie said that as a joke to the Undersecretary of Defense in charge of the government relationship with Smith Holdings. The backlash for that one had everyone except Marie laughing our heads off. We lost most of the profit from self-induced destruction though. Government agencies even assigned people to us to be taught what would cause the self-induced destruction behavior in their systems. Marie's biggest concern from her joke was a visit from a building full of men in uniforms and black suits wanting to discuss the possible avenues Forrest's weapons research might take. I had to become involved in that situation and it took a meeting with Forrest to convince most of them that weapons research was a path no sane person wanted Forrest to walk down. People came out of that meeting shaking especially because I made the unfortunate mistake of inviting Ovaldo. Forrest and my uncle, who rarely spent any time together before that meeting, quickly found a lot of things in common. They became the best of friends, which made most of the family and the government nervous. Finally, I made it clear to Ovaldo and Forrest that I expected anything that they came up with to be of limited destructive power. Nobody was satisfied with my choice of words but Forrest and Ovaldo were forces we could only hope to contain. The pink/peach room was impressive in its lack of anything masculine. I looked around the room and tried to step out of the room when the array of women registered. Only women that I had a sexual relationship with were in the room setting off the warning bell. They were better than me and I groaned when I heard Marisa's giggles as she slammed the door shut behind me. She was not in the room but I could hear her on the other side of the door trying to listen. The women in front of me parted so that I could look at Samantha. She was wearing the pearl D charm, a smile and heels. She had decided for a more natural look so her makeup was barely noticeable. Her slim beauty had never been more evident as her smile turned from warm to hot. "Uh... aren't you getting married today?" I asked. "Yes," she said. It was all the response I needed. I walked up to her and stood inches away from a kiss. She took the inches away and my hands went around to cup her ass. The kiss was the heat of submission. I felt hands on my waist and my pants were undone. They were pushed down my legs so that I could step out of them while other hands unbuttoned my shirt. Samantha moved down to kiss my chest and stomach. She took the head of my dick in her mouth and looked at me as she suckled it. She stayed there while the other women took the rest of my clothing off. I knew she had to get into her dress soon but she got up as if she had all the time in the world to enjoy our being together. She sat on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. We were guided backwards until we were in the middle of the bed with me between her legs. She was moist and warm as my dick came into contact with her searching for the way to join us. She brought her knees up to grip me tightly. I felt a hand between us take me in a firm grip. My cock was led to Samantha's center. I thrust through the hand and into the bride-to-be. She arched her body to force even more of me into her. The hand moved away and I pulled back. She dipped her hips to give us even more space. At the same moment, we moved towards each other. I felt like I had never been so deep inside of Samantha. She had plans for the beginning of the act and wrapped her legs around me holding me as tight as she could. I rested my weight on top of her. She hitched her hips to give me the best angle for penetration. I pulled my hips back and thrust into her slowly. She put her face in my neck and kissed the skin where shoulder met neck. She was whispering but the feel of her around me was all I could focus on. I knew the other women were watching and on the edge of my awareness I could hear the buzz of their conversation. Samantha had been waiting and came when she ground herself around me. I heard her whispers that time; she was promising herself to me forever. I got harder inside of her, not to come but to take greater possession of her. She opened her legs at the end of her orgasm to allow me the freedom to do exactly that. I put my hands underneath her knees and pushed them against the sides of her body. Her pussy opened even more for me and her whispers now begged me to fuck her harder than ever before. I pulled back and fucked into Samantha's pussy with all the power I could muster. Her pussy squeezed me tightly at the deepest part of my stroke only to release me so that I could pull back. I felt weight on the bed but did not care about anything except making Samantha mine. I drove myself in and out of her with barely controlled thrusts. She was louder and louder as my thrusts affected her body. A hand covered her mouth and it made the situation even sexier. She tried to scream around the hand in a declaration that her body was mine. I slowed down the thrusts so that I could add power to the downward motion into her pussy. I worked her in steady strokes building towards an apex that would test the hand's ability to keep the cries of pleasure low enough to not be heard outside the door. It was not a mindless fuck; it was a purposeful screwing to mark her as mine regardless of the vows she was making. I thrust into her taking her from orgasm to orgasm until she lost the ability to yell out loud. Her firm body was covered in a layer of sweat and our salt mingled. "It's time, baby," I heard someone whisper in my ear an undetermined amount of time later. Samantha put her tired arms around my neck and pulled my face into her neck. I rested on top of her and thrust for my own pleasure. She accepted me whispering the right words into my ear. I pulled back one last time and kissing her pumped hard into her pussy. In the deepest part of her, my body marked her for what she was. She put her hands on my ass and put pressure on my dick to take more of me inside of her body. Weddings are boring affairs unless you are the one getting married in my opinion. Knowing that Samantha was saying her vows with my cum coating the inner walls of her womanhood made me feel more involved in the ceremony though. At the beginning of Samantha's vows, Rachel whispered to me that the bride was expecting another visit to the peach room during the reception. Brittany whispered in my other ear that she had the duty of holding the wedding dress out of the way while I fucked Samantha's ass. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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