Sera Ch. 14

"It's hot," I defended, pulling it right off and dropping it.

"Uh, I really think you should-"

"Oh, shut up, Gina. Show them your bum in those nice heels."

"(Gasp!)"

"Do it."

She did it, eyes wide, jaw parted and red faced. Why she seemed so surprised, I had no idea as I unbuttoned my vest. At the time, I figured she should have come to expect as much.

"Stick it out more," I said, irritation still in my voice. "Act like a whore. Spread your feet so we can all see your gap."

She made a desperate sound that I ignored as we all took a good look. The guys were already hard and eager to drop their shorts when I told them, Gina taking a look over her shoulder at the stiff, bobbing members, then at me with anxiety that didn't exactly relieve my irritation. Dropping my vest on the ground, I stepped over in my cammie and panties, licked my finger and poked it up her pussy.

"Ut!?" she expressed through a sharp inhalation.

I giggled some more as her hips jerked to my fingering, then I played with her clitoris a little before slipping that finger right up her bum.

"Uuaa! Slutty!"

"We've done this before, Gina."

"But... Uhh? Nu- not in front u- ohh! ffu... people!"

"Gina... I'm just gonna do whatever I want, Okay?"

"Ohhhh!?"

"Because I can," I explained further, pulling my finger out of her bum and looking over the three hardened men at my disposal. "I'm gonna watch you get used like a little pig. Don't worry, you'll love every second of it, maybe more than I will. (Giggle)"

Her expression of disbelief turned to a sort of anxious resignation moments later when Jack was lining up his cock up between her bum cheeks. Then it turned to shock again as his cockhead pushed inside her bum hole to my giggles. Still holding the hem of her dress in front, she allowed herself to be pulled into him from behind as her sounds matched her expression

"Uhhhh! Ohhh! Na-aa!?"

At my further direction, Rob approached her from the front and, reaching down, I shoved his hardened member under her hem for her. The way she looked at me was priceless as he began writhing and grinding against her and, by it, I could tell when his head found her opening. Taking less time, Rob hastily filled her canal to her short whooping sounds as smiling Jack in the back took his time working his way up her bum.

With one hand down my panties, the other stroking Bradley's cock, I watched him slowly accomplish this feat, my heart fluttering like Gina's eyelids when I knew both of them were buried all the way up inside both of her holes. Her vocalizations were so erotic, louder whenever her heels lifted from the ground between their boots to the force of their slow, powerful grind. Even now, she actually still tried to keep her hemline lowered, even with both pussy and ass full, and I had to comment.

"I told you a cock or two would be up that little dress today. Now aren't you glad I told you to lose the panties?"

"Ooo-oohh, slu- sluttyyy-yy!!"

"(Giggle!) Bradley, umm... treat me like a little whore, okay?"

With a gracious smile, he replied, "Yes, Ms. Burchell, coming right up."

A minute later, my panties were gone and I was left in Gina's little cammie, bent over so that I had to hold on to the top of the backhoe bucket with my feet spread. I groaned to the finger in my flower while I watched Gina's abuse beside me. By the time she noticed, his cockhead was already up inside my bum.

Surprisingly, Gina orgasmed first. She was a hooping, hollering cacophony that we all watched while the two just kept fucking her like that, her feet now coming right off the cobblestones at times as she held on to Rob. Her hem was now entirely forgotten and anybody could see she'd given herself over.

My vocals were much like hers by the time Bradley was all the way inside. I held my bum rotated up for him, my mouth wide as I tried to relax to his meat. I snapped like a whip when his hand slid around from behind and pressed at my button, orgasming ten seconds later with miffy in his strong grip.

I'd gathered myself just in time to see Jack's grimacing face. His hips bucked powerfully as Gina made a choking sound, her eyes widening as he bucked again and again, pumping his cum up my beautiful Gina's lovely little bum hole. Gina was sexually livid, her own chemicals brewing a second orgasm for my lucky friend who was now being jerked and ground mercilessly.

We were both walking funny on our eventual way back to the house, both of us with cum running down our inner thighs and both of us now ethically compromised in Daddy's eyes. Unlike her, however, I was smiling. Not just because I had Gina where I needed her, but because I was almost satisfied and very happy. She, while not appearing unhappy, walked in a bit of a stupor.

"My ass hurts, slutty," she said in a dazed voice.

"(Giggle!)"

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Well, so does mine. I like it. Isn't it fun acting like a little whore?"

" ... Uh..."

"Gina?"

" ... I wanna go home..."

"Not yet."

"Can I please go home?" she asked.

"I said no. I'm just starting to have some fun, and you're part of it."

She didn't bring it up again, but her spaced out attitude was getting on my nerves by the time we got back to my apartment. Once there, I remembered something Auntie Ashleigh once told me, so I sat her down to correct her in a specific manner.

"Gina baby, look at me."

I loved her green eyes, especially the way they turned all whoopee for me.

"There's nothing wrong with doing what I tell you. I'm in control here, not you, so the responsibility is mine. Not yours."

"Uhh. Not mine?"

"No. Nothing I tell you to do is your responsibility."

" ... No, it... it isn't."

"So, there's no need to worry about what's happened today, is there?"

"No need to worry," she agreed, chilling out almost immediately.

"That's better. ... Um, Gina?"

"Yes?"

" ... From now on... just when we're alone, I mean, I... I want you to always call me... Mistress Kitten. Okay?"

"Yes, Mistress Kitten."

"(Giggle!)"

Steven

Concentration on the economy at hand was eluding me before Mum called, proving that it wasn't the gnawing awareness that I was now Gina's lifeguard that was distracting me. I'd sobered up enough to have control over myself and I used the large monitors with their colourful displays to dodge my reactions to what happened at the hotel but, beyond even that, there was... something.

I went to bed.

It was dark when I awoke to my doorbell. Without looking at the clock, I sleepily made my way to the door wearing nothing, my dick hardened and pointed at the ceiling.

It was Delores.

"Good evening, Mr. Burchell."

"Hey, Delores. Uhh... what time is it?"

She looked at her watch, then informed, "Almost half past ten, Sir."

" ... Wow. What's up?"

She actually glanced at my dick for a split second, a tiny smile at the corners of her mouth before she answered me.

"Mistress Ashleigh will be holding a family meeting tomorrow afternoon at one o'clock, Sir."

"The library?" I asked, looking at her bust line.

"Yes, sir."

"Thanks again."

"You're very welcome, Mr. Burchell."

"Delores, show me your tits."

"Of course," she said.

Less than ten seconds later, holding her blouse open for me with her professional smile, wearing a little white bra that seemed to hold her moderate sized breasts very nicely. I took it upon myself to pull the cups down and, of course, she never resisted.

I grabbed them and started making out with her, she responding in kind and allowing me to awkwardly move her into my apartment. Without even closing my door, I hustled her to my bedroom and pushed her down to the bed on her back. She gasped as I grabbed her between the legs, spreading hers and hiking her skirt for me. Her white panties were no obstacle as I pulled them aside for my meat, finding the entrance to her canal and shoving forward as she cried out.

And she was great. I stood at the edge of the bed and nailed her good, she taking it like she loved it because she did. In an effort not to mess up my bed, I withdrew my tool just before I came, pulling her up to a sitting position before ejaculating wildly into her hair.

It worked and she left minutes later with my jizz running from her hairline and down her forehead and face, down the sides of her neck and exposed chest. She laughed and said it tickled.

A half hour later, I was out of the shower, dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms and nicely buzzed with my parasite still on the sidelines. Unfortunately, so was that niggling, unaccounted distraction at the edge of my psyche. I sat down and glanced at the array of monitors, all of them still active, none of them holding my attention.

"What's got you so off balance?" I asked myself, not getting an answer right away.

" ... Something... It's like there's something we should be seeing, but we're not."

"Well, let's see," I sighed in return, wanting another drink, "First of all, there's Mum. I'd say she's really no big worry for the immediate present, though I wouldn't take my eyes off her."

"She does seem a lot more... stable. Different, though."

"Stable is good, different or no. Second, there's Sheila."

Yeah, Sheila... You know, I hate to say it because I really do love Sheila but, now that I know her better, I can see why Mum would feel the way she does. Kitten, too."

"She's not that bad."

"Gimmie a break. Any man that resists her does himself a huge favour. She's not for the faint of heart, that one."

"Heh! Fuck, you're right about that," I laughed. "Okay, so... what?"

"So, maybe Sheila should never leave here either, not so much for her own good... but the good of the rest of the world," I judged with a further laugh.

"Alright, so that's Sheila. Then, there's Kitten."

"Yeah. I have to say, as much as I'm falling for her, I'm becoming a little concerned on this Gina thing."

"She just needs guidance, like Mum said."

" ... No. No, I really don't like what I'm hearing. You made it pretty clear to her about how innocent people, our own loved ones, can get hurt by us. The first time was a mistake, but now she has no excuse."

"You weren't even there. Maybe you should give her a chance to explain before you judge."

"I'm sure we won't escape her first opportunity to explain. What I'm getting at is what kind of a person it takes to do that to a loyal friend."

"I understand, but try to keep in mind who and what you're dealing with here. Even you're beginning to see that you can't have a normal sex life, and we pretty much spelled it out for her at the hotel. What do you expect?"

"Yeah, okay, let's just drop that for now until I can look into it," I stressed, getting up and wandering closer to the balcony's open doors.

"Good enough," my parasite easily agreed, going on with, "Finally, we have Aunt Ashleigh."

"Our hostess with the mostess," I joked.

"Yeah, she's fuckin' hot."

"She also pisses me off. I hate the way she dangles things just out of our reach, leading us around through the dark to god only knows where for her own mysterious reasons..."

"I tend to trust her more than you."

"That's not exactly big news. Look, it's not like I hate her- I actually like her as a person- it's just how she always gets her little way, how she assumes she will because she always fu-"

My mouth actually snapped shut as I realized what it was that I wasn't seeing. My own parasite brought my attention to it in his last comment.

"What?" I asked.

"It's her. Ashleigh. You said you've always trusted her more than me and I've always taken that for granted..."

"So, what?"

"Tell me... Have we ever actually seen our Aunt Ashleigh? Hasn't it always been our other Aunt Ashleigh?"

" ... Ye- yes. ... Yes, I see, except I've never smelled booze off her. I've never seen any effects of it either, so how can that be?"

"Maybe our in-house pharmacy..."

" ... Meds worked for Marie."

"You're damned right they did, but you're still not grasping the real significance of this."

"Okay," I sighed, bracing myself. "What's the real significance of this?"

I didn't reply right away, instead taking a moment to gather my thoughts on the statement I needed to make to myself as I looked out over Ashleigh World.

"The reason you've always trusted her more is because you're of her ilk. As you pointed out, the attraction to Kitten is instinctually from you, so it follows that you would instinctually align yourself with Ashleigh for the very same reasons as your natural attraction to our cousin. Furthermore, since we're both pretty sure for the moment that my other aunt is the one we've been dealing with since we've been here, that means that I'm depending on mum's affliction being dealt with by, or with the help of, the very disease that inflicts her."

"Huh?"

"Put simply, it's like the Americans giving the Russians the key to the country and asking if they wouldn't mind coming to the states to find all those pesky Iranian spies."

" ... That would be stupid."

"Precisely my point."