Capítulo 844: pt-2
Chapter 6 -- She's Here!
Two days later ...
"She's here!"
I don't know who yelled that, but I know who they are talking about. I end my conference call.
Dan Sinclair, Kathy's boss and uncle, is the first through the door. Kathy, her parents, and a nurse are next, followed by security, mom, and Maureen. I am glad to see all of them. Kathy is in a wheelchair and not happy about it. They set her up in my old room.
All the men found it very amusing to watch mom strip once she was in the house. They all liked it even better when Valorie and Patty came to check up on Kathy. They were not happy when I sent them all back to their rooms.
I want to talk to Kathy. I send her parents to their room for a nap. Everyone else I send out, and I close the door. I sit on the bed next to Kathy with a serious look on my face. She looks concerned now.
I start off with, "A lot has happened while you were out. My nightmares started the first night you were gone."
Kathy explains, "I expected that. I was keeping them away at night, so you could sleep."
I continue, "Well, somehow Valorie caught on, and she picked up where you left off." Kathy doesn't look at all surprised. "They have added to the routine though." I can't look at her. Tears are already flowing down my face.
Kathy is mad, "No, no, no, tell me you didn't. NO! Please tell me it's just some blowjobs. Please!"
Kathy is now crying.
I describe my actions, "Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I fucked them. 10:00 and 2:00, they blow me. I've done nothing with mom other than sending her to you."
Kathy stops crying and says, "Your mother is enough of a bitch that she took control right away and got the best people. I really appreciated it. The hospital didn't have enough good nurses. She realized that even before I could say anything and hired some great one's just for me. Those nurses were awesome. So, back to beating you up. Any nightmares since the first night?"
Glad for changing back, I still reply, "No. All clear. They take turns sleeping in my arms. Between that and the wearing me out by draining my balls, I sleep great at night."
Kathy likes that answer, "So they aren't doing this for love?"
Yikes, how do I approach this one?
Picking my words carefully, "My sisters sleep with a lot of men. Mom used herself and my sisters to get large contracts and to entice upper management to join our companies if we wanted them bad enough. My sisters got a lot of sex. They are sluts, they love sex. I am, was, just another guy to them. Then something changed, and that's where I'm confused. I thought they were doing this to make me stop their punishment.
"A few days ago, Patty says while on the edge of her orgasm, that she wants me to breed her, and she wants to be my submissive slave. She will sleep with men, women, and especially you. If she wants to be my main woman, why would she say your name specifically?"
Kathy laughs, "She wants to save her ass."
Now Kathy is serious, "They were going to kill you. You've been rather nice to them considering what you could have done. You cut off their sources of sex, and they get you in place of random men. The file on you says you are an above average lover, you spend time to please your partner, and don't make the woman feel like you used her for sex, although that is typically what you do. My experience with you was fantastic though."
Not liking this conversation, I wrestle control, "Hey! Every one of those women knew up front I was not looking for a girlfriend. It was pure two-way fun."
Kathy questions me, "Was? I WAS not looking for a girlfriend? Are you looking now?"
Ok, this is getting real now. How do I handle this?
Picking my words carefully once again, "I think with my new responsibilities, I need to start acting more mature. However, someone with my wealth must be careful of everything and everyone. I need someone who will tell me I'm wrong. And someone who will love me for who I am, not my wealth. So, I'm perplexed now."
Kathy cocks her head, "What's so confusing?"
I sigh, I feel all of the world's weight on my shoulder, "Let's start with my sisters. I'm having sex with them but don't feel much emotion for them. They were mean and ignored me my entire life. Dad always said it was nothing, they were four years older. He once asked me how I would have felt with a fourteen-year-old sister when I was eighteen and screwing women. I have no idea how they really think of me. I know mom hates me, yet I never understood why, and dad never said.
"Then, there's you. It was fun pretending to be your boyfriend. I really enjoyed it. But would I have fallen for you had you not dragged me out of hell? Am I treating you different because you're an employee? Is it even right to have a relationship with someone working for me? I do know I missed you when you were in the hospital.
"Now let's add to the mess, I don't know who or if anyone killed dad. I know my mom, and by association my sisters, threw me into hell and tried to steal my inheritance. They were willing to kill me. I have no idea what to do with them. I've not dealt with my demons yet. Is it fair to force anyone to do what you've done so far to beat my demons?"
Kathy yells, "HOLD IT! Geez. One thing at a time. Don't worry about me or dating. Just don't marry anyone unless you are 100% positive you love them. Until then, keep your options open. It's possible I am friendly so I can stay close to you and do my job. But maybe I like you for more. Follow your heart. About your dad; just let the process take its time and get the right answer. Guesses are your enemy right now.
"Your sisters will do anything and say anything to get what they want. They want sex, and they want money. Don't go thinking you are anything special. I can help with your mom. My two uncles were the other two men."
I give her a dumb blank look; I have zero idea of what she is talking about.
She looks at me like I am dumb, "Don't you know anything about who you are?" Still a blank dumb look.
Kathy says to me now with understanding, "Nobody told you?" Still a blank dumb look, I am getting good at this.
Kathy is sitting up in bed, grabs her phone, makes a call, "We need you in my room, your son's old room now."
She wants mom to tell me a story, why?
A few minutes later, mom barges into the room and then closes the door again.
Mom is sweet to Kathy, "What can I do for you?"
Kathy is smiling, "I want you to tell your son a story." Mom is intrigued. "I want you to tell him why you don't know with certainty who Robin's father is."
Mom has a look of horror on her face. It can't be that bad.
Mom is quick to say, "No."
Kathy is full of rage, "Either you tell him, or I will." She won't. "Oh, stop being a chicken shit. TELL HIM!"
Mom sits down on the bed, takes my hand, and says to me, "We used to be friends with the Sinclair's. It's why they were on your security. We hosted a fundraiser for something. It was so long ago, I haven't a clue for what. Well, the party went late into the morning. The boys were drunk, so each of the wives went to bed. Everyone was assigned a room so they wouldn't drive home. Everyone knew they'd drink too much, they always did.
"I go to bed with them singing some Beatles songs very poorly. I'm woken up by my husband crawling into bed. He starts trying to fuck me. He does get it up and blow his load in me. Great, I go to bed. Oh no, not yet. Why not? He is helping one of the Sinclair brothers out of their clothes so they can fuck me next. He tells them how great I am in bed.
"I am waking up as the first one thrusts his cock up into me. He fucked me well but only lasted a few minutes. Ok great, I can go back to bed. I am half asleep when the second one rolls me over and sticks his cock into me. He has a silly ass grin on his face. He too fucked me good, but the same thing only lasted five minutes. The whole time my husband is saying, see, I told you she is good.
"After he shoots his load, they roll over, and my husband gets back up, and he is a man possessed. He fucked me good and long this time. The brothers took off at some point. I really didn't care; your dad was a man possessed, and he fucked me long and hard. He made love to me.
"I didn't think anything of the night until three weeks later when I realized I missed my period. I almost killed your father that night. I now have a problem; I don't know who the father is. It's very degrading to be a woman of my level yet having something in common with trailer trash."
Mom is crying, this is still painful to her. Kathy is waiting for more. What else is there?
Kathy is strict, "Tell him about your husband."
Mom shakes her head. She is hard crying now, and the door opens. They want to know who and why there is crying."
Mom drops a bomb on me, "Your father got fixed after Valorie. You can't be his son."
WHAM! If someone punched me in the face with a fist, it would have hurt less. Now it hits me, that's why mom hates me.
I rage at mom, "I'm still your son! You hated me my whole life just because dad wasn't my dad? You know 100% that I was YOUR son. So, what, I was tainted? Is that why you hated me so much? So much you would let them kill me? You're a real piece of shit!"
Mom is bawling her eyes out now. Patty tries to comfort her, but nothing works.
Kathy drops another bomb, "Both of my uncles had the same operation." What operation? "I remember them when they came home. They did it together. I came home from school and they were sore and didn't move around much. They felt a lot of discomfort. I remember my mom took a week off work to cater to them. In a few days, they were horsing around, mom went back to work, and kicked them out. How did your husband react? How many days was he laid up?"
The realization hits her, he never took a day off after his vasectomy. He lied to her. Robin is her son. She was willing to let others kill him. This is too much for her, and she faints. We lay her on the bed.
All I do is look at Kathy, and she says to me, "I figured it out while spending time around you. It just hit me why she hated you so much. She thought you were a half-breed, a mutt. She never liked my uncles, she looked down on them. The thought that one of them impregnated her was more than enough for her to hate you."
Instantly, Kathy changes to a shy look, "Starting tomorrow, a specialist will stop by daily for a while. You need to meet with them. We found a local group that takes a team approach to psych. Your mother, Maureen, and I agree this will help you. I like you. A lot. However, I also like sleeping through the night. When we clear up the loose ends of your dad and the stabbing, hopefully we can try a date."
She kisses me.
Now speaking to her parents, "Mom and dad; go home. I'll heal slowly. Between the nurse, Maureen, and Robin, they will keep me from doing anything stupid."
Her parents looked sad, but they are tired as well. The stress has drained them.
I help her mother up and then give instructions, "I want you two to get some much-needed sleep. I will get you fed when you wake up, take you to the airport, and then one of my jets will take you home."
Her mother smiles at me, reaches up and hugs me, then takes her husband's hand and they head off to their bedroom. Her father takes one last long look at Valorie and Patty and smiles at me before he leaves.
I take control and give orders, "Kathy, go to sleep. Valorie, Patty, mom, back to your dungeons. Maureen, take a few days off. I stressed you as well, take all the time you need. Dan, I want to talk to you before you leave. Let's go down to my office."
I kiss Kathy before I leave. Mom, Valorie, Patty, Maureen, and Dan also kiss her before they leave.
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In my office, I ask Dan, "I need your advice. You know Kathy much better than I do. I'm concerned that I have feelings for Kathy, yet she works for me. How do you think she will take a reassignment?"
Dan gives me a half laugh, he is amused by my question, "Robin, Kathy is the single most focused person I've ever met in my life. She's also the smartest person I know although you just moved up near the top. You already know the answer. You already know there's no way I will ever take this assignment away from her. You also understand that if you piss her off, there is nothing I can do to keep her on your account.
"I've often worried about her. No dating, no men, very few friends, lots of extra hours at work. I knew your dad very well. He was the smartest man I knew, by far. I know what the book says about you, but you showed me a lot this week. I think your father would be delighted with the man you turned out to be. Because of that, I'm not going to ever go against Kathy. She has a plan and is never shy about telling us what we are going to do.
"So, to answer your question, listen to Kathy. She will know when it's an issue and when it isn't. I understand you want to save her from that. Too bad, with Kathy, you don't get to decide.
"I haven't told Kathy yet, I wanted you to know first. Kathy was right. She was the target, and the guy was paid big money. They were after you. We don't know who they are yet, but we do know someone is out there and there probably had a crew waiting at the hospital, probably a firing squad at the doors. They like to know exactly where you will be and where the exits are.
Entering a hospital is open and narrow. Perfect for an ambush. They set you up so you would be emotional and not thinking. Kathy was smart to not let you go to the hospital; you'd probably be dead.
"These people are well-funded and smart. That is good to know, few people fit into that profile. We're tracing the money. In the meantime, we're doubling your security with unseen people, and I'm moving more resources into your dad's investigation. We'll find something, and now I suspect it isn't your family. Stay home and away from open windows. Close all drapes."
Dan looks nervous now, "The chances are good that someone very rich is behind this and is far enough removed, no case will stick to them. Shall we keep this out of the courts?"
Holy shit. He is asking me if it is ok to kill another human being. So, this is what it was like for my mother. A man comes to her and suggests an action. All she did was nod her head.
I say, "No."
Dan looks surprised and sad.
I look Dan in the eyes, "I want the husband, the wife, and the firstborn killed. Then I want the rest of the children brought to me. They will not be harmed; however, they won't enjoy it either. Start with Ralph Cartwright. He was a man dad detested.
"I know he's wealthy, hated dad, and is a nasty man. I know the youngest daughter; she isn't like him. Whoever it is, let's meet back at the torture center if you can track down the family responsible. Don't tell Kathy until she is working again. Let's not stress her, ok?"
We discuss money, and then Dan is on his way. I go back to work.
Chapter 7 - Fun With My Sisters
Dinner is awkward. We all ate in Kathy's room. The nurse forced her to stay in bed. We followed the nurse upstairs holding a drink, silverware, and our plates. We pulled up chairs to use the bed as a table while setting our drinks on the floor. Kathy has a nice tray for her to use. We struggled with the steaks, which are over-cooked almost enough to be charcoal. We miss Maureen.
The nurse is uncomfortable with my naked family. To make her blush, my sisters twist their bodies, causing their breasts to wobble back and forth. They giggle, and the eyes pop out of the nurse's head. Kathy doesn't acknowledge it, yet I see the beginning of a smirk on her face.
When we finish, I wink at Valorie, and she is staring at me. I now look at Kathy and then back at her. I go back and forth a few times before Valorie gets up on the bed, next to Kathy.
I ask the nurse, "Hypothetically. If a guy, one that looked a lot like me, wanted to please a patient, one that looks like Kathy, can he do so?"
The nurse gives me a blank look, "It depends on what you want to do?"
I look at Valorie and then Kathy before saying, "Suppose I took my hand." Valorie has her hand up. "And I put it under the blanket." Valorie's hand goes under the blanket. "Then my hand made it under the patient's gown, like near her pelvis." Valorie moves her hand, and Kathy jumps with a loud moan. She is staring at Valorie but doesn't stop her. The nurse is still looking at me. "Then I use a finger and rub it up and down her lips, dipping deeper, occasionally, but never stopping."
The nurse is in a daze, she is looking at me, she is in love. Kathy widens her legs.
I continue, "I take my finger and simulate a cock, inserting a digit and then retreating back out. Then in and out. Over and over. Every few times my finger gets lost, he runs up, and swipes the clit." Both the nurse and Kathy moan. "The finger is wet and lonely, I add a second finger, and they both slowly go in and out. Now for fun, I speed up." The nurse now has her hand down her own pants. Patty swats her away and reaches in with her own hand. Oh yeah.
"I use both fingers to make swirls around, making a letter "O" in the big hole." They both moan again. "Now I am back to a fast in and out." I see two arms moving quick. "My other hand comes up and through the gown, lightly squeeze a nipple on one of her awesome breasts." They both squeal like pigs. "The hand does four light squeezes, and then the first is hard enough to get a moan." They both moan.
"I alternate between breasts. When moving between breasts, I first cup the new breasts as if saying 'Hello." They both moan again. Kathy has a huge grin on her face. "Again, this is just hypothetical. Just trying to gauge how much fun a patient can have. I add another finger in her pussy and use a slow insertion and retraction for a while." They are both grunting now. The nurse has closed her eyes. "My fingers are wet; I taste the sweet nectar." They both pull out their hands and lick the fluid from the fingers.
"I put the hands back and now stop working on her breasts and using just the three fingers, I am ultra-fast at slamming my hand up and down in the pussy. I am so fast; I am a blur. I don't move my arm; this is all wrist and fingers. I bounce off the top and into the bottom where I bounce back to the top again." I hear two pussies being slammed good and two women fighting not to orgasm. "Squeeze hard on a nipple!"
Two women orgasm at the same time. They both announce their joy with a boisterous shout and then fall limp. The nurse crumpled to the floor, but the descent was slowed by Patty. Kathy just continued to lay there. The nurse looks like she passed out. She seems like the type that doesn't see much action.
I ask Kathy, "I assume you haven't had much alone time to ease any building pressure. I still don't know if that is allowed through."
I guess the nurse is not out, she giggles as she says, "No, that's not covered in our handbook. Kathy can't have anything you described. However, if you ever feel the need, I would be glad to help you out."
I bet she would. A few years ago, we would have met up sometime. Wow, I sure have changed.
I smile as I say, "Sorry Kathy, I can't do any of that for a while. You will just have to do without. We will leave you alone for the night. Be good."
I give her a light kiss on the lips. Oh, yes, that is nice. She wanted more, I hesitated, then pulled away. There is plenty of time for that later.
I say to Kathy with a grin, "When you are healed." She understood.
I walk to my bedroom, Valorie walked to her bedroom, the nurse stayed and was giving instructions for the night. I notice that Patty is following me to my bedroom. I figured one or both would. She is right behind me; I can't see her. I can hear her footsteps. She is small, her steps are soft.
I go straight to the washroom where I pee and wash up. In bed is my naked sister. She is laying on her side with her arm cocked and holding up her head. One leg is bent to allow my easy viewing of her sex. I stand by the side of the bed, looking at her sex.
Patty takes the lead, "Robin. We've fucked, I have sucked you off, and I have held you at night when your nightmares show up for me to scare away. You've eaten me, played with my breasts, and have been very good to me. Much better than I deserve. We told you we want to carry your child.
"We know from your talking at night some of what you went through. Torture is a short, simple word, very clean and easy to say. Nothing vulgar about the word itself. However, after hearing what you went through, we are scarred for life. We both expect our treatment to continue like this or worse forever. It's ok, we deserve it. There isn't much we can do for you to make up for it.
"Because you have everything you can buy, we want to give you something you can't buy, children and a sex toy. Personally, I like Kathy and think she's right for you. While you want her, she can use me as her play toy as well. I used to love having sex to make deals and recruit people. That now makes me feel like a whore. Pleasing you is so much more fulfilling.
"When you let us draft companies to manage, I instantly fell in love with you. Mom never trusted us with anything but sleeping with guys. This is much more ... I don't know the word, but it makes me happy. I feel like my life now matters; I have a purpose. If you allow me one thing in my life, it would be to continue managing at least a few companies after the year is up. Right now, I think I may have too many."
I smile and interrupt, "Tomorrow, give the ones you can't handle to mom. I don't care if they are the best or worst, just give her what you don't want."
Patty is giddy with happiness, "The bad companies are the fun ones. I don't want the good ones. I do a lot of research and digging to find out what's wrong and then experiment online to see what works."
Good self-awareness.
I tell her, "Tomorrow, I will give you two of mine. They suck, and I'm not helping. I would rather give you a chance than run them into the ground. My other two bad ones I'm turning around, I'll keep them."
Patty smiles at me, "Enough business. I need to be loved. I don't want five minutes of brutal fucking. I want thirty minutes or more of slow erotic fucking."
I smile at her, "You ... don't get to decide. You are my slave and do what I tell you to do. However, if you want your stuff back and to make your own decisions, you are free to do so."
She is waiting for more, "But ..."
Smugly, I know I win, and I say to her, "You can do whatever you want." I pause. "It just won't be near me."
Her half smile is gone as she says, "Oh."
I am honest with her, "You can't be dumb enough to not have money squirreled away. You are young, and pretty enough, guys will give you a place to live."
Her head is down as she says, "No, thanks. Men don't respect us. Sex with all those men has been ok, just ok, but it leaves us unfulfilled. My school friends talk about a spiritual connection. For me, it was just going through the motions. It felt good. Then it was done, and I came home."
I am surprised, "And you expect more from me? You don't give a rats ass about me."
Patty is shaken by my words, "How can you say that? You're my brother."
I say this harsher than I intended, it is raw emotion, "You and Valorie got the best of everything and were pampered. I had a public-school education; nobody ever came to my games. You showed me zero interest growing up."
Patty is defensive, "You wanted a tea party with us? You wanted to put on makeup? You wanted to put on mom's dresses? Yeah, right. No high schooler wants to hang around a grade school kid, no matter how cute he was. Mom did hate you, but Valorie and I were indifferent. I know, that's probably bad as well, but we were young.
"Since you grew up, you turned into a stud. A few people I know ran into you and had a great experience. I'm not stupid. You aren't making us live in the same conditions as you did. We aren't eating the same meals you did. We aren't being tortured all day long, we're just naked. You're taking it easy on us. That tells me you have some feelings for us.
"I hope your indifference is still better than everyone else's 'fun' evening. I think that, in time, you will open up to us. I'll be honest with you, the nudity, we're all getting off on it. It's not a punishment anymore. It was in the beginning, but not now. Now the food, that's a different story. I never want to see another French fry, hash brown, onion ring, or hamburger ever in my life.
"Maureen, as you know, is an awesome chef. I would kill to get away from fast food. I miss her omelets, desserts, and roasts. She won't need to fry chicken for a while, though."
I snicker, "Starting tomorrow, I want you three back in your rooms, dressing, but no makeup or jewelry. You only get to wear black. You may buy more black outfits if you need them. Tomorrow, you oversee Kathy's entertainment. All four of you are grounded and will stay in the house. No pool, no BBQ, no suntanning, no driveway. For Valorie, no walking on the outside roof."
She tests me, "No bird watching?" I am stern, "No open windows, watch a video. Kathy is not limited, only our family is."
Patty looks scared, "This sounds serious. Something we should know about?"
I am almost threatening as I say, "No, and don't scare the others. The investigation continues and is far from done. One indicator came back inconclusive. I won't risk our lives; we're on lockdown until I see more of the picture. I just don't know enough yet, so we are playing it safe."
I forcefully push Patty onto her back, and she responds with a smile. Slut. She spreads her legs wide for me. My plan was a nice quick screwing and then go to bed. She reminded me of how much fun slow fucking is. I thrust in, causing Patty to yip in surprise. She inhaled a deep breath as I pull out. My new plan is to fuck her at my pace.
My problem is that I am so used to adjusting to the woman, I do it naturally, without any thought. I could go faster, and I would like it more, but I get enjoyment from watching my partner as well. A happy Patty seems to make a happy Robin, I didn't know that. I slide in and out. I love the feeling of my cock head and shaft as it thrusts in and pulls out. Each time I pull out, I bring some of her fluids, she is gushing for me.
I am sweating, but it's not too bad so far. Patty looks like she was oiled before we started. Her hair is officially a mess. Her $200 styling is now worthless. Her body is warm in general. Near her pussy, it feels like it's on fire. My hands slide up and down her torso. I don't play with the breasts; they get that when they exit the doghouse. Same with oral. Typically, I start with two oral orgasms to get her primed.
Soon, I will treat her like the slut she is to remind her of her position. However, that will be a little while from now. They are more than willing to be forgiven, but I am far from forgiving. The pain and the things they did to me isn't easy to forget.
I do like sex, and there is something special about fucking my older sisters. Growing up with older and developed sisters to look at was kind of nice for me. Much better than National Geographic. Their hot bodies in bikinis at the pool were my favorite. I guess I sort of worshipped them when I was younger.
As I grew older, I realized how little they cared for me, and that took a lot of fun out of it. It's like the best-looking girl at school is too good for you and ignores you. That was them. When I started working out and playing sports, the women flocked to me. Having wealthy parents never hurt. Every woman wanted to be my girlfriend. That made my sisters less appealing as not only weren't they putting out and my high school crushes were, but my sisters weren't very nice either.
I know so much more now, and I have a lot more experience in the bedroom. I will give Patty a little bit of fun. Not for her, for me. I can live with her getting some fun. I have this thing where I shoot pool while having sex. I 'aim' for the corners. A vagina doesn't have corners, but in my mind, they do. I can aim my cock, so my thrust goes to the top right corner, bottom right corner, bottom left corner, and then up to the top left on four successive strokes. It's just something I do to change the angles. Then I go top, bottom, right, and left sides of her pussy.
Because I embellish my strokes, it stands out, and Patty moans with each one. Her smile broadens while I play my games on her. That's twenty minutes now, and she loves this very much. No talking from Patty this time, no worrying about where the load goes. She is enjoying this very much. She has tears running down her face, that isn't normal. She breaks my rhythm by confusing me, although I recover quickly.
I now play games with the speed that I fuck her with. I am continually changing from slow to quick, and then to something in between. She gets five strokes before I change. Patty, for her part, is loving this. She loved the slow fucking, and she is also enjoying the way I am teasing her. I would bet she is just used to being a toy, no thought for her feelings went into anything the guys did to her.
I am more like I am all the time; I want my partner to have fun and walk away a happy woman. Don't get me wrong, this is very good for me as well. I have a pretty young woman at my fingertips, willing to do anything I want. She has an impressive body that is made for fucking. I am like a horseracing jockey; I want to get the best out of my partner. I want to maximize her feelings.
At the same time, I am nearing the end of the line. My vision is narrowing, my body is running low on energy, my muscles ache, and a glorious feeling is building in my body. My heart is racing, my breathing is labored, and tiny beads of sweat are flying as I force my body to enjoy this young woman beneath me. My balls are ready to fire, and my toes are curling. My whole body is like a windup clock, storing energy for the big release.
Together we start with a deep guttural grunt then extend and turn into a scream of epic proportions. Her pussy clamps down as my sperm race through my system, and like a cannon, it fires a sizeable white goo into my sister's unprotected womb. I pull out and surge forward as another rope of cum shoots out and into my sister's body. Four more rounds of my baby batter are emptied into my sister. The sister that wants to have my child.
I now stand on my knees between her legs feeling like a king for what I have just done. I look down, and I am exhausted. My sister is stiff, still riding out her orgasm and watching me. I fall to the side. I'm spent. That took a lot out of me.
Quick as a cat, my sister moves from my side and puts me in a scissor move with my neck between her legs. She starts to tighten her legs, and that causes my airway to stop working. I can't breathe.
Patty says to me, "You fool. You used up all your energy pleasing me. I could kill you right now if I wanted to. Nobody here to stop me."
She releases me. I fight hard to catch up on my breathing. Patty holds me in her arms. She is soothing me; my head is on her breasts. I am like a small child right now.
Patty continues, "I wanted to show you how vulnerable you still are, you can't let your guard down. I don't trust mom or Kathy. How do we know her company didn't do this to get half of Wellington when she marries you? With as far underground as you were, that must be some tracking system they have."
Patty is now in tears, they slowly run down her pretty cheeks, "That was the best sex I've ever had. I bet that wasn't even top ten for you. I know you can do better; you have had better. For me, though, you set the bar even higher. With the men I get, that was the best sex I will ever have. Now go to sleep. You need your rest."
Rest? I must think now about if Kathy or her uncles killed my dad. How did they find me? I find it hard to believe they could track me from that far underground. Do I really think Kathy would take a stabbing to make them seem innocent? Can I trust them? Can I trust my family? Can I trust my own security company? Who am I hiding from? Who should I be hiding from?
I have no answers, I can't fall asleep. Patty sits up in the bed. She has me roll over, so I am partially in her lap. She runs her fingers through my hair gently. It's relaxing and soothing. She follows that up by singing a song I didn't know. It was catchy but soft and soothing. Between the fingers massaging me and her sweet singing, I fall asleep for the entire evening.
Chapter 8 -- I Get Some Answers
The next morning, I feel great, Patty is exhausted, she goes to bed rather than breakfast. I take a quick stop to see Kathy before breakfast.
Kathy is on a call, but she motions me in. She is talking to my security company.
When she finishes, I am nervous when I ask my question, "Kathy, when you dug me out of that hell hole, how did you find me? How did you know where I was?"
Kathy says to me like I am a child, "We use the latest microchips, it's inserted under your skin. It's so small you never notice it."
Continuing my question, "What's the range on it?"
She seems surprised, "We can track you worldwide. We use satellites to do the searching, it's like GPS."
I ask, "How well does your GPS work in a tunnel or in the basement of a large building?"
Kathy looks confused, "It sucks, tunnels are an auto disconnect. Why?"
Now scared, I ask, "How far underground was I when you found me?"
The realization hits her. This is no acting job; she is shaken by this news. She knows I was too far down. She turns off her phone and asks for my phone. I hand it to her, and she turns it off as well.
She turns the radio part of her clock radio on, then talks to me in a soft voice, "Oh fuck. This means that my company lied to me, I can't believe anything they say." She is thinking quickly. "Why would they kill your dad? Why would they lie to me? This was a last-second decision, something changed. They can track what I do. I have friends that I'll call tonight. They can do discrete searches. Don't assume your phone is virus or bug-free. Use it but don't discuss anything sensitive. We need some burner, one use phones, have someone get a few."
Now Kathy smiles, "I heard you last night. You had some fun."
I sit down, "Yeah, Patty was different last night. She was honest with me. She told me what she wanted, what she liked, and what she didn't like. She was self-aware of her situation and understanding at the same time.
"She basically told me that she is tired of fast fucks and being used. She understands why I use her and that she deserves it and worse. Yet, she wanted to be loved. I can't give her 'loved,' but I could give her 'I care,' and that was much better than 'use me to make a deal.'"
Kathy asks, "Can I have some cock this morning. I'd like to get into the routine."
I look sad as I say, "Sorry, I need you to heal first. I also need to verify you aren't the enemy. I'll have breakfast brought up; I have counseling this morning after breakfast."
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After breakfast, I send Maureen out for six burner phones. She wants to ask but thinks better of it.
Counseling was interesting. The guy was high energy and super positive. I feel better and think this can help. I will continue.
By early afternoon I am done with my meetings. I kept them all short, so I would have some time. It's 2:30 when I am all done. Valorie knows how to drive, I grab her and a car, and off we go. All our vehicles have black tinting for sun and identity deterrence. We first drive to an ice cream drive thru. I want a butterscotch dipped cone with nuts on it. Next on the list is a specialty electronics store. They deal with security. I stay in the car while Valorie gets the owner.
I make this easy on him, "I want everything I need to verify this car has nothing that records my voice in it."
Thad smiles, "Nothing I can do about a physical recorder. However, the tape is kept in the glovebox or trunk in every installation I have ever seen. Look for a compartment, it won't be very big. Much more common is an electronic device, it transmits like a cell phone. Power comes from the car. No battery or screen and they are basically just a few chips on a board. For detecting, there is police, military, and then private frequencies. That's three devices. Blinking light shows you if one exists and then it blinks faster as you get closer.
"I would suggest a scrambler. It's a device that throws off a bunch of random noise. That makes anything recorded garbage. Because it is random, you can't filter it out."
I smile, "I will take one of each. Thank you."
He charged me extra for batteries. Oh well. I turn all three detectors on, and the car is clean.
I say to Valorie, "Let's go downtown, look at the buildings, and then take me home."
My first call is to Sinclair. Since Kathy is my contact, it takes a while to find her back up, it turns out she is on leave.
Phil answers the phone, "Hello, this is Robin Wellington. I need the latest on Kathy's attackers and my dad's investigation."
Phil looks up the notes, "For Kathy, they are still looking up the money. It's been moved over 100 times including splitting of funds which make it harder to track. They just added another link in the chain. It will be a while; they could go up to 1000. With your dad, he did not die of natural causes, but we don't know how yet. They suspect a toxin."
I am pleased, "Ok, how did your company find me?
Phil looks it up, "According to an email, Dan requested the location from Wellington Security, an analyst named Micron55. I know him, smart kid. He's usually willing to trade data. Interestingly, he used Wellington email, they monitor their own email, he knows that. He had backing from management. Sir, that doesn't make sense. Why would they kidnap you, torture you, and then let a rival company rescue you?"
I smile, "No, the interesting question is, how did Dan know to call Micron55?"
Phil seems happy to note, "There are notes in your file that if anything ever happens to you, we should reach out to Wellington securities. The day your dad died, Sinclair immediately raised questions about it and started an investigation. We have all the medical examiners notes in your dad's files. Dan never believed it was natural. Yeah, there is enough here that it's almost guaranteed he was killed. Too many incredible results.
"To give a final report, he must know what killed him. He notified the Police, and they have started a murder investigation. His notes tell him to share results with Wellington Security. That is common in high profile cases. They will both do tests."
I put Phil on the spot, "Who do I trust?"
Phil pauses before saying, "Kathy. From what I see here, I don't know what games Sinclair and Wellington are playing. Wellington may be having a civil war between those loyal to your mom and those loyal to your dad. We screwed up by not watching you closely. Dan has added a lot of notes about how Sinclair may not be able to trust Kathy because she is under your spell. 'Not impartial' is a quote I see over and over in here.
"Did he put that info there knowing I would tell you? I can't say. That's part of the problem with facts, they often are from a person's viewpoint. We are taught to be independent and not trust anything 100%. I'm supposed to think on my own as if I were you. That's why working with Wellington is odd, yet it's also the reason you're alive.
"My best guess is that a competitor killed your dad. Wellington worked with Sinclair to keep you safe because they knew your mom and sisters were getting nothing. Some of them followed your mom, most don't because they know she won't be the boss. Better to save you as you will be happy with them and their boss. Maybe Dan knows they are divided, so he tries to help the side loyal to you.
"Anyways, I know Kathy. She is head over heels in love with you. She is trying to be cool, but she wants you. She is a good kid, be nice to her. Anything else I can answer for you?"
I ask, "One last thing. Am I being followed? Valorie, turn left and then right and again at the next light."
Phil snickers, "Wow, that is out of an old cold war novel question. Quite effective, though. Turn one, and there are about six cars behind you. Turn two, and four are still following. Have her make another right."
I ask, "Valorie, another right, please, followed by another left."
Almost immediately, we make a right.
Phil says, "Now there are just two. I see you making the left, and you still have two. Go through a fast food line."
Valorie, "Stop at the next fast food and get a soda for me and anything you want."
Valorie sounds sick, "You're kidding, right? Nothing I want from these places."
No, I suppose not. We pull up to a place where I can get a soda. The two cars parked out front."
Phil says, "Turn right when you finish and continue on until you see a highway ramp to come back home. I have an asset near you now and another on the highway. We don't want them to know they're there. Just be cool."
We get my soda and then take a right. We are in no rush; we casually get on the highway and drive home. The two cars did catch up to us and pass us. They got pictures and license plates, both vehicles have men in sunglasses and suits. We get home with no issues. I get a call right before dinner, they were Wellington Security, assigned to look after me.
After dinner, I go up to see Kathy. She looks delighted to see me.
Kathy smiles at me, "About time you come up to see me. I'm bored."
I retort, "Like hell you were. You were talking to Phil for at least an hour."
Kathy backtracks a bit, "Twenty-four hours in a day. Eight sleeping, one with you in the morning, one with Phil, three with Maureen for meals."
I add, "And eight with Patty. You should have been busy."
Kathy pouts, "I would rather have eight with you."
I smile, "You get a few with Valorie and me."
I first check the room for bugs. We are clean.
I start the night, "I have no idea who to believe anymore. The same company that kidnapped me assisted in my rescue. You deceived me with how you found me. I don't know who or what to believe.
Kathy looks sad, "Phil was close when he said there was a civil war at Wellington Security. Several VP's went rogue. One slept with your mom, so he was hardline making sure they followed her wishes. Most were fans of your dad and therefore not your mom. That meant you were the next best although nobody knew you, so they were leery of you having that much power.
"Dan put me in charge, now two firms are listening to me. Both were critical in finding you, but they didn't make it easy. I had to use an old friend to get your location. I see your problem; you don't know who to trust. To be honest, it's hard to tell. I don't trust all of Wellington, I'm almost positive that at least one primary VP is loyal to your mom and possibly several lower-level managers. I don't know who they are. I don't know what they want.
"With you in charge now, your sisters and mom can't get anything. We do know your mom was willing to kill you to get full control. I think she hesitated though. She only gave the orders to truly hurt you when she felt cornered. She would have preferred you sign and keep you alive. Who knew the 'Ice Queen' cared about you? She might have made many different decisions if she knew you were your dad's son.
"Now add in that it's possible my uncles are running both sides and I'm clueless. Yes, it's also possible I am leading you by the nose for my own purposes, but I think you know me well enough that you would know. You'd have a gut feeling that I was bad or dirty or something wasn't right.
"It's like your mom and sisters. I don't know why, but I trust your sisters. Technically, I should hate them for what they did to you. I want to. But they seem genuine. Now your mom, there is something that is off with her. I don't know what it is, but I think she's hiding something. Is she hiding something personal or something about your dad? I have no idea, and it's driving me nuts.
Valorie has been sitting quietly, listening to us talk. She doesn't say much unless she can add to the conversation.
Valorie timidly suggests, "How about we go back to that Electronics shop, and buy a bunch of listening devices. I bet they have them by the hundreds. We bug mom's old office, and then we let her use it."
Kathy smiles, "I like that idea. I have plenty of time to listen and monitor her computer use."
I hug Valorie, "Tomorrow, I want you to take care of it. Take pictures before you go and have them teach you how to install them. No sex; use money only. You, Patty, and mom need to start doing things the right way. Sex is not a tool, it's entertainment, it's fun, it's an expression of love. You have been settling for casual when you could have so much more."
Kathy gives Valorie a warm look, "Sex is good and fun. Sex with someone you love is far better. You are good looking and rich enough that it's a shame to see you with clients like you're a whore. Tell me, is sex with Robin any different than your customers and job prospects?"
Valorie laughs, and her hands cover her mouth, classic embarrassment looks if ever I saw one.
Valorie is quick to answer, "Oh my, it's like night and day. I see such a big difference now; he cares about my needs. It wasn't all about him. When you are just a reward for business, they just don't care. They see I'm good looking and they want me. They stick it in, rut, and squirt. I say oh, baby, you are a stud, and they sign the paperwork."
Valorie reaches for me and then hugs me tight. She is happy touching me. She seems sad and vulnerable, she needs me.
On seeing Valorie's display of affection, Kathy says with a growl, "This weekend I'm being released from my cage. Since everyone else is taking turns, I might need a few as well. Take him now, enjoy him while you can. I have some reports to read before bed. She smiles at us.
Valorie quickly takes my hands and leads me out of the room and towards my bedroom. Once inside and the door is closed, I check for bugs. None.
I ask Valorie, "So, what do you think?"
Valorie is quick to answer, "I don't know how honest she is, but she will never betray you. She has fallen hard for you. She'll always act with your best interests in mind. However, I don't know about her uncle. Dan knows she fell for you and might hide things from her. I'm positive not everything hits those records.
"I also want you to reach out to your lawyers. Why did dad stiff mom, Patty, and me? What were his thoughts and motivation? If he feared mom, that might be a clue as to what happened to him."
I snicker, "I'm way ahead of you. Dad didn't like the way I was treated by mom. His Will was set up years ago. It does give some insight into their relationship. Mom pushed him harder than he liked, and he was not happy with mom. Yet he wasn't unhappy enough to stop her or leave her. He must have really loved her. His lawyer told me dad left everything to me as a way of forcing mom to work with me. Dad knew I'd be generous and looking for help and knew mom would try to find a way to the business. I just can't figure out why she had me kidnapped -- except I guess she wanted it all."
Valorie adds, "He also loved you more than he let on. He knew you were his son. I never thought there was any doubt. I think mom hates men. She must have felt like a whore having sex with those men like I did. I find it hard to believe dad forced her, though. DAMN! Your life is so confusing. It's like a good book, twists and turns, and you can't figure out who you can trust."
I feel run down; she is right. I know so little, and everyone seems to have a reason for wanting dad and or me dead. I trust my sisters and Kathy. I use the washroom and slide into my bed. Valorie is at the end of the bed, I sit up and look at her. I cock my head with a straight face, she wants something. Valorie stands up and pulls a blindfold out of my closet. How the hell did she know that was there?
Valorie looks innocent as she says, "I got bored being confined to my room. The outside ledge is convenient. I wanted to get to know you better. I saw the restraints, but I doubt you trust me that much. With all that is going on, you can't trust anyone.
"Next best thing. I blindfold you and ask you to put your arms straight out to your side or behind your head. Keep your legs straight. This will help you feel like you are restrained without being restrained. I know you'll want to touch my body, and that I want to stop. I want to control what touches you and how. Tonight, it's about you. You're not very good at putting your needs first. It's one of the things I love about you."
I need to investigate that last line. Now is not the time. My hands are behind my head, my legs are straight, and my cock is pointing like a rocket on a launch pad. She has a few fans in the room. She turns them up on high. It's a bit noisy, although the cool air feels great. She places the blindfold on my head, being gentle with me. This seems so odd. A month ago, she cared nothing for me. Today, she places a blindfold on me, so it enhances my senses while having sex.
Valorie moves up the bed and straddles my waist, just in front of my cock with her juicy pussy wetting my body. She leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips. I feel her lips softly pressing into mine. She purrs like a cat, obviously happy.
Her mouth opens, and mine follows. Her tongue is all over my oral cavity. She concentrates on a dance with my tongue. She grinds against my tongue, and when I go still, she wraps my tongue with hers. We kiss for at least ten awesome minutes. I have never had a woman want to kiss so much.
She sits up and giggles while sounding bashful. She is happy with herself and the way I performed. She moves down to my feet and leans forward. She picks a hair off my cock, it's hers and she casts it off. She smiles at me and descends on my cock. Once at the back of her throat, I feel her trying to force herself further.
I feel sorry for her, "Valorie! You don't have to. It's ok."
She ignores me. She pulls off my cock and breathes a few deep breaths before going back again. She is using sheer brute force of will to make this happen. She pops off a second time, taking in deep breaths, then on down again, and this time she goes all the way to my pubic hair. She quickly pulls up, screams, catches her breath, and then immediately takes me again. This time I stay down her throat and give up the game. I spew four ropes of sperm straight to the stomach.
She pulls back to breathe and takes one in the face before sucking me in again to taste the last two squirts of my orgasm. No woman has even tried let alone win. That felt so incredible, I went from this feels good to orgasm in mere seconds.
After swallowing my few ropes, she looks like she just had her favorite meal and whispers, "Soooo goooood."
Still savoring the taste, she moves up the bed near my waist. Without looking or either of us guiding her, Valorie zeros in on and then lances herself on my cock. Wow, that feels so good. She doesn't go too fast, but in one push, she has me balls deep into her. She holds for a moment and catches her breath.
Her pussy seems to be molded precisely for me; I am a perfect fit. I wonder if that is true for all siblings. Oh well, not doing that research. Valorie suddenly pushes away from me, and my cock feels exposed as she leaves him (my cock) uncovered and cold. It's not long, and she returns her body, slamming up into me, and my cock gets to feel the head and shaft sliding into the warm pussy.
I can feel her breasts being dragged up my body and then falling onto my chest as she stops. At all times, I know where her diamond tipped nipples are located. She gets into a rhythm sliding up and down my cock. She goes slow, to feel my cock better, it's a lovely experience. I don't usually put much thought into it, but with Valorie driving and me being "restrained" and sight deprived, it's a whole different experience. I never concentrated on my cock, entering her sheath and plunging deep into her or any other woman's body.
I can almost picture my cock sliding into my sister. I can feel the edge of my helmet scraping the side of her pussy. I can see the walls that contour to my cock as it slides in. I see the veins waving up and down as they glide through tight pussy. I can feel the fluids push out of the way as my cock surges through the tight canal.
Much quicker than usual, I am primed and ready to shoot. I feel a tightness in my body. I am like a wind-up jack-in-the-box that is ready to pop up. I am just on the edge of shooting a load into my sister. I feel weird. I can't see the room, I am blindfolded. In my mind, I am laser focused on Valorie. It's like a camera, the background loses focus, it's blurred. Yet Valorie is crystal clear, perfect definition. I see her above me, bobbing on my cock by moving her body forward and back.
It's too perfect. The feelings are too perfect. The image in my mind is too perfect. I have a minicam in my body, and it is like a sci-fi show in a wormhole. Everything moves 100 mph. There are fantastically crazy pictures on the outside of a tube that you are rocketing through. That is my cum, racing through the human body.
I roll my hips to help shoot the five massive ropes of cum up into my sister. She freezes to enjoy my orgasm's effects. As soon as I am done, she drops on me. She is exhausted, I can hear her breath sucking hard for air. I can feel her heart racing with excitement. My cock is still buried, and neither of us cares to remove it.
It's only now that I realize that we are both covered in sweat. I concentrated so much on the imagery and the feeling of my cock that I ignored that we are both bathed head to toe in perspiration from fucking so hard. Valorie takes off my blindfold, she can't do much more right now. Her heartbeat is slowed some. That's good.
Valorie wraps her arms around me, and I hear her crying. Her breasts are up around my face, and her tears are dropping in my hair. It's a soft crying with no words. She sniffles in preparation for talking. Her eyes are red, she looks genuinely sad.
Valorie asks me, "What if Kathy had not saved you? What if mom succeeded? My life would be much different. I would still be mom's whore. Wait. I don't have to be a whore anymore, do I?"
I chuckle, "Not unless you want to be one."
Valorie is relieved, "Thank you, Robin, I don't want to be a whore anymore. This is so much better than out there. But I'm afraid when Kathy is better, you'll forget about me? She loves you and can marry you. She wants you as much as I do."
I question her, "Don't you mean Patty and you?"
Valorie looks cross at me, "No. Patty likes you and has fun with you. Her life does not revolve around you like it does for Kathy and me. I think she enjoys being the company slut. Mom hates it but does it to "help the company." The company is doing fine. I have no idea why she continues fucking so many men for business."
That inspires me. I get up, put my boxers on, and go down to my office. Valorie follows me. She looks curiously at me and sits in a big chair in my office. She can't see what I am doing, which is good, I don't want her to know yet.
I look up mom's travel expenses. 90% of the time she is going to one place: Tulsa, Oklahoma. She gets a suite at an expensive hotel based on the bills. Yikes. I cross-reference customers, companies we own, and vendors. Only one company is based in that city, Belindacraft Industries. I send instructions to both security companies. Neither Kathy nor mom is to know about this. I feel better now and head back up to bed.
Valorie asks me, "Care to tell me what that was about?"
I smile at her, nod my head, yes, but I say, "No." She does a doubletake.
I continue, "You inspired me tonight. I suspect I know who killed dad. We'll find out soon, I think. Don't say anything to anyone. This will play out quickly. Let's go to bed. Tomorrow evening I will check the status." I kiss her on the lips. Am I starting to love my own sister?
Chapter 9 -- Answers
I wake up in the morning to Kathy in my bed. She is sucking my cock. Valorie is not happy, and neither am I.
With a harsh voice, "Kathy! You should be recuperating. The doctor said NO sex."
Kathy looks innocent, she isn't, and says to me, "I was just waking up my boss. I have important news for you. Both security companies got a tip last night. We know who paid the money for my attacker and all the signs point to a small company. Specifically, a husband and wife team. We have them on camera entering a motel your mom stayed at often.
"It appears she spent a lot of time with them. They are a good vendor for us. However, since she already made the deal, why keep going back? Why meet at a motel? Why the three of them?"
I text mom, "Need you at Kathy's bed." Send.
I smile, "How about we ask her."
I text two security guys to join us. On seeing them, mom is immediately defensive.
I ask mom, "What is so special about Belindacraft Industries? I want the truth. I need the truth. I deserve the truth. Why did they try to kill Kathy?"
Mom's eyes go wide, and she says, "No way. No way they would be that subtle. How did they even get that kind of money? They make money but not much. If it weren't for us, they would have failed long ago. Cornelia, I call her Connie, is my old college roommate. Her husband's a nice guy. I still spend a lot of time with them. Well, I used to.
"They don't have a malicious bone in their bodies. They are the sweetest people you ever met. They're also not smart enough to do the transactions you talk about, moving money from account to account. No way. Check them out. They don't have the money nor the people to do this. They are being framed. Woah, no, it's not them, it's me being framed!"
Now there is an interesting thought. That is a lot of effort to take mom out. Someone very devious is playing games with my family and me. I tell mom I need to do more research, and I dismiss her and security. I still don't have enough information to know about dad or Kathy's attackers.
This is frustrating, not having enough information, still not knowing what went on.
I sit on the edge of the bed, put my face into my hands, and try to relax, and not cry. This is very exhausting; I want to pull my hair out. Kathy leans forward and embraces me. I quickly turn and push her back into the bed.
I complain, "Oh no, you don't, you need to heal. I'm tired and frustrate of not knowing anything. However, that doesn't mean you stop taking care of yourself. The information we were given was incomplete and not researched well. Almost misleading. Are we being tested? Did they expect us to fall for that? Is someone or a group manipulating us?"
"My gut tells me we should go on the offensive. We are behind in the flow on information and are chasing our tails too much. They are setting traps which we are avoiding. How long until we don't?"
Valorie blurts out, "No. They are baiting you into doing that. This was too easy. They want you to respond. They know you're frustrated. They want you to do something illegal."
Kathy smiles, "So do something illegal. They will come out and show themselves."
Valorie objects, "I don't want one of us in jail. Or are you volunteering?"
Kathy is frustrated, "It's not illegal if you are working with the feds or local police. If we have them set it up and control the sting, then we're ok. I think it is high time we get the feds involved. There is more than enough evidence with the medical examiner to get them interested. Then add all that we know, and it is getting a bit complicated for us. Let the professionals take over or at least assist."
I get up, get dressed, and go down to my office. All clear, no bugs. I call the FBI and explain my story. They are already investigating. He gives me no details but also tells me they are actively investigating several leads including Ralph Cartwright. A man with the desire, the means, and the money.
I ask Bruce, "Bruce, I need to know for my own sanity. What are the odds my mom or sisters are doing this to me? Or the odds it could be someone in my house?"
Bruce takes a moment to craft his wording, "I will never say there is no chance. However, I've been an investigator for thirty-five years. I'd put my money on a vendor or customer that's jealous or not doing well. What your mom did, that was a knee jerk reaction, not a devious and well thought out plan like we are looking at with your dad. Most likely, she was manipulated into her actions by the way your dad was killed.
"You got lucky kid. Normally, you'd be dead. Sinclair is a possibility, but your dad and Dan were good friends. Many times, your dad tossed business his way to help them out. When those two dead girls were found and there was no sign of you, I started doing my homework."
I can tell my words hit home when I say, "You better watch your back. They won't like you tampering with their plan."
The fear was evident in his reply, 'Fucking rich people."
I then go have breakfast.
At breakfast, I hand mom a note with an FBI agent's name and number on it.
I explain to mom, "After breakfast, I want you to think about everything that went into your decision to have me kidnapped. Who told you what and how did that affect your decision? Then I want you to call this man and explain every detail to him. Every last detail."
I call Maureen over, she comes running, "Starting immediately, no more fast food. We all eat the same food now."
My sisters jump on me and are kissing me while saying, "Thank you" a hundred times over. Mom just sat and cried.
Kathy looks at the piece of paper and smiles, "He's the best they have. I'd have suggested him."
I expand, "As of today, they are starting a task force. Unlimited budget to investigate AND prosecute. Kathy, you and Wellington Securities will share everything we know with them. Have a Sinclair and Wellington employee deliver DVDs of all the files that will help. Each is guarded, so they get there. I don't want anyone intercepting my data."
"Hey! Kathy! What are you doing at breakfast? You should be up in your room, getting better. You should be doing what they tell you to do."
Kathy is frustrated with me, I can tell she is mad, "Too bad. I NEED to move around. I am going nuts up there. I need to put weight on my feet, I need to sit in a chair. I am not exercising, running, or swimming. I'm taking it too easy. I need to move around, or I will go crazy. I don't care what the doctor says, I know my body. I'm fine if I don't move too much. Now leave me alone."
I am quick to retort, "No. The doctor was very clear, one week in bed and then start walking around. You have had some freedom, now back to your palace in the clouds."
Kathy is annoyed and furious with me, but she calms down at seeing my intensity, "After breakfast."
I say, "Fine. After breakfast, you will be assisted back to your room. Valorie will entertain you in your room today. She will eat you to as many orgasms as you can stand. This is not a two-way arrangement. She eats, and you enjoy. When you heal, you two may do whatever as you see fit. For now, you are to relax and accept orgasms. I'm off to my office, I have work to do. I'll be up for lunch. Patty, you are with me today.
"Full internet access has been restored. You're free to leave the house; however; it's not recommended at this time. From this day forward, none of you can ever use sex for business. I encourage you to get boyfriends, husbands, whatever. The days of fucking men and women to get contracts and hire management is over. I will not have my family prancing around like prostitutes. We're above that. You may hire escorts for clients if needed, but you three are done and never will again.
"You go against me; there will be no fight, no argument, no swearing, in fact, almost no mention will be made. Your belongings will be packed up and moved to a residence of your choosing or public storage until you can decide. You will get a modest allowance, so you don't starve.
"There are no second chances with me. All of you but Kathy has already used them up. Technically, you three should be dead for what you did to me. It's only my own morbid fascination of you and my desire to learn all the truth here that you are still alive. I had to know what I did that was so terrible to you. You thought nothing of ruining my life; maybe even killing me. Not one of you knew why you did it and mom didn't even know the truth about her son."
Now I am crying, the thought that they could do this so easily to me is just too much. Kathy wants to get up, she gets a death stare and stays seated.
I change my mind, "All of you stay here."
I go down to my office.
Kathy says to my family, "I don't understand you three. Did you have no idea who he was and what a kind soul he has? I mean, what possesses a mother to kidnap and torture her own son? I don't understand."
Patty helps explain, "We never knew him growing up. We were with mom and dad while he was with the maids. We went to nice private schools, and he went to public schools and played sports. It was like he didn't exist. Mom told us what was going to happen. Neither of us questioned the decision."
Mom continues, "When my husband died, I had just finished five phone calls in a row with people giving me their condolences. They loved my husband and me and then each offered me positions if I were to get cut off."
Kathy is quick to interject, "Wait. What? Five companies in a row offered one of the richest women in America a job?"
Mom continues, "Well yeah. I had always known David loved his son, and he had hinted to what he did in the will. So no, it didn't seem odd to me at all. I suspected what could happen. Keep in mind, these are old customers I know well."
Kathy asks, "How did they know about the Will?"
Mom sat, unable to contemplate the question. How did they know? Even she wasn't positive.
Mom makes a phone call as she walks out of the room.
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