The Abandoned Son Ch. 01
20 years has passed how will they cope with another.
All characters are over 18+
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A little after one in the morning anyone would be annoyed by the noisy doorbell as Damien was at that second. Yet that paled to what awaited to greet him as he opened the door. The flood of emotions that bombarded his mind as he looked upon the woman he hadn't seen in twenty year's. Narrowing his eye's as lightening flashed unrelenting hatred had won out as the rain hammered the roof.
"Uncle explain why you're on my doorstep with her," Damien said with a venom laced growl.
"Damien if you let us in I'll explain it all," Maison said, knowing how dangerous the situation was quickly becoming. "Please for me," he whispered as he leaned towards the door. "They need your help Damien," Maison said, hoping that his nephew would hear him out.
"That's obvious Uncle," Damien said, eyeing her bruised and battered face. "Still that doesn't explain why you thought it wise to show her where I live."
"Damien you remember what dad always told you," Maison said noticing the tick in his nephews right cheek. "No matter how much you dislike them, they are still your family and family helps family."
"Fine," Damien sighed inching open his door. "You know how much I hate it when you pull out papa. Take your shoes off," he said, eyeing his estranged family. "You know your way to the living room, I'll meet you there," Damien said, drifting off to his room to retrieve a shirt. He had no wish for them to see thing's any more than they already have.
"Maison what happened to my son," Martha asked as her twin daughter's took their place on the couch. The multitude of scar's that covered his body rocked her to her core, that rage she saw in his eye's was the same as always.
"Didn't know you had one Martha," Maison said, looking up to the second floor.
"You gave up that claim when you abandoned me," Damien said as his shirt slid down his chest hiding his scar's from view. "Leaving me alone with that woman, and papa when he was drinking. All so you can have those," he pointed between her two daughter's. "So obviously she has been beaten on so the question is why do you think I will help," Damien said, sinking into his recliner.
"Because you're the only one that the other's don't know where you live other than me and Charlotte that is," Maison said resting his hand on his sister's knee. "Plus we can't have him sitting outside my home threatening my family any longer."
"I see," Damien muttered while he cared nothing for the rest of his estranged family. His uncle and aunt felt more like a mother and father than anything else. This was the only reason he had even considered hearing him out. Yet if they were under threat from whom, he could only assume her future ex husband. Then Damien would help only his uncle, he could care less what happened to her. "Are they alright," Damien asked they were the only one's he felt any attachment to.
"Yea just shaken up a little," Maison said his shoulders sagging glad that at least this hurdle was cleared. He knew getting into his house would be the biggest challenge. However he knew his nephew as much as he would allow, Maison knew not to press him about his year's in the military. Especially after the drunken night when he finally told him how forty percent of body became covered in gruesome scar's.
"And how long do I need to hide them," Damien said, not bothering look at the woman across him.
"I don't appreciate being talked about as if I'm not here," Martha said, peering at her son through her swelling eye's. She knew it be day's before her black eye's would disappear. Her spilt lip throbbed painfully as she scowled at him, wondering how she was going to live with him. There was no mistaking the rage she saw when he answered the door of his manor. She was surprised when his handsome face filled the crack in the door. For twenty year's she had regretted leaving him behind with her mother. Yet as she looked around the lavished manor wondering how he could have been so fortunate to afford such a place.
"Oh I'm not the one asking the bane of your existence for help," Damien said, his gaze cutting her to the bone at her gasp. "Be thankful that he was the one to ask instead of you!" Her hand covered her mouth to contain her shock that he had overheard her and her mother's conversation those many year's ago. A conversation fueled by her own hatred of the man that raped her when she was twelve.
"Josh," Martha began to say as his cheek began to twitch.
"My name," he said, his nail's dragging along the fabric of the armrest. "Is Damien Richards the boy you knew as Joshua Whitman died twenty year's ago." How he hated to be reminded of that name, a name of a boy that no longer existed within him.
"It should only be a few month's Damien," Maison said, cutting in as much as he loved his nephew his stubbornness was very aggravating. "Just long enough for the court to throw Michael into jail."
"Fine," Damien sighed, knowing he had to put off taking on certain job's while they were there. "Three rules of my house," he said, holding up three finger's. "One my room and my office is off limit's. Two clean up after yourselves, three stay out of my way. If you can do that then I'm sure we can go back to ignoring each other once you're out of my house," Damien said, rising from his seat. "Come along I'll show you where you can sleep," he said hearing them file in behind him.
"These two rooms you two can use," Damien said, stopping at the first door to his left as he led them down the hall. Opening the door, ushering them in showing them the connecting bathroom. "The only room left unused is the one up stair's," he said leaving his half sister's behind.
"What about that room across the hall from them," Martha asked as Damien started to ascend the stair's to the second floor.
"That's my gym," Damien said before his uncle got his attention.
"Well I'm heading home now," Maison said, looking between his sister and nephew. Wondering how long it would be before they were at each other's throats. He knew Damien would keep his word until he wasn't needed any longer than he was, sure Martha would be back at his place. As much as he loved his sister what she did to her own son, he just couldn't look at her in the same light anymore. "You sure you don't mind us coming over next Sunday do you?"
"What ruin my cousin's birthday hardly," Damien said waving him off. "Though I wonder why have it here with only us around," he said offhandedly.
"How would I know," Maison said, shrugging his shoulders. "The mind of an eighteen year old woman is hard to fathom." Yet he knew of her crush on his nephew like any good parent would. Maison just hoped he would let his daughter down gently, or would he have to accept that Damien would always play a part in their life's. Pondering that thought as the door closed behind him eager to be home in his warm bed.
"This will be where you're staying," Damien said opening the door. Martha's eye's went wide when she saw it was bigger than her own bedroom complete with it's own private restroom. So in awe of the spaciousness, and imposing room, she failed to notice that she stood alone. Only turning in time to see his door closing behind his back. Sighing silently placing her thing's at the door before heading down to check on her daughter's.
"Amber, Lynn," Martha said, knocking softly on the door before sticking her head inside. "Are you all alright?"
"Yea just a little shaken," Lynn said as their mother stood by the door. Out of the corner of her eye seeing her sister rolling down her shelves to hide the bruises her father had given her. "Mom what are we going to do," she asked, her fear evident of the man that tormented their life's.
"I don't know Lynn," Martha said, walking over to the dresser. Hanging her head deep in contemplation on what their next move would be. "For now we are safe," she said, biting her lip, wondering if that was true.
"Why didn't you tell us we had a brother," Amber asked her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose.
"Your father wanted nothing to do with him when we were dating, and I am also to blame. You most understand when I first meet your father something very bad had happened to me. Something that led to the birth of your brother, my parent's wouldn't allow me to get an abortion. So I carried him to term giving birth to Josh a few week's before my thirteenth birthday. When I turned 18 your father and I had been dating for a year and when he asked to marry me I said yes. Then he told me to leave Josh behind with my mother, which at the time I was all too happy to do. Then you were born two year's later and a whole new chapter started and I slowly put Josh out of my mind."
"So let's try to keep out of his way," Martha said smiling at her children. "If something happens, you come to me, I'm the one he has a right to be angry with," she said moving towards the door. "Now get to bed, I'll see you in the morning."
A week had passed uneventfully for Martha and her kid's enjoying the splendor of her son's home. Who was avoiding them like the plague only catching glimpses of him out the corner of her eye as he moved around his house. Martha had taken a few day's off for her body to recover before heading back to work. At first she was hesitant about leaving her kids alone with her son given the anger she saw on that night. Yet as Maison dropped her off in front of his house tentatively entering his home. Blowing out a breath when her girl's were safe and sound watching TV in his living room. That was until on Tuesday afternoon her abusive husband showed up at her place of employment. How her heart soared when her boss and the security guard tossed him out. However he paced outside her office building waiting for her to exit.
"Josh," catching herself as he answered his phone. "Sorry, Damien I was wondering if you could come and pick me up."
"What happened to Maison?" Martha could hear the rustling of his sheet's she had wondered if he had taken to the night to avoid them as much as possible.
"He had to take Charlotte to the doctors," Martha said wondering how much he was cursing up a storm in his room.
"Fine text me the address and I'll be there in the hour," Damien said ending their call.
The stainless steel elevator doors opened with a ding as the cab reached the six floor of her office building. Martha rose from her seat at the sound of the noise, peering over the wall of her small cubical. Her eye's taking in the man her son had grown into. His raven hair tied back in a tight ponytail, two single strand's of hair drawing her eye's to his dark hazel eye's. His black leather jacket fitted snugly to his body, allowing all to view the taut t-shirt that did little to hide his hard earn muscle's with every sway of his saunter. Martha couldn't believe how she found herself attracted to her own son. It had been month's since she had allowed her husband to touch her. After he had raised a hand to her children that was it, she could take the abuse Michael had levied on her. However once he raised his hand to Amber something just came over her attacking Michael like a demon possessed.
Martha's eye's narrowed as Shannon the office slut approached her son. Her pencil snapped in two as her anger flared as she watched that woman flirting with her son. Always touching him, leaning her body in allowing him to feel the softness of her body. Then she saw that dazzling smile of his how she wanted that smile directed at her not the whore that had her paws all over her son. Martha bit down her chuckle when she saw the scowl form on Shannon's face before pointing in her direction. Ducking below her cubical wall before Damien could turn around.
"You ready," Damien said in a monotone voice as he stood at the entrance to her cubical.
"One second," Martha said, appearing to put the finishing touches on a report. All the while trying not to succumb to the fragrant cologne that drifted off his freshly washed body. "Sorry for the wait," she said, grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair. Smiling wickedly at Shannon as they headed towards the elevator knowing that he was going home with her. "Thanks for coming," Martha said as the door's closed them in within that steel cab.
"Uh huh," Damien muttered wishing for the floor numbers to pass quicker.
"I really mean it Josh," Martha heard his forced sigh. "Damien sorry it's just I will always remember you as my Joshua."
"I stopped being that a very long time ago Martha."
"Please son I know how much I have hurt you, you must understand why I had to leave," Martha said touching his arm lightly feeling his muscle's tense up.
"Oh I understand why," Damien said, trying to control his anger. "It was beaten into me everyday with papa's belt why do you think I left when I did. Or did they not inform you of my departure from their house," he said, his mind taking him back to that day. The day that would take him far, far away from his so called family. "Then again, I doubt you would have cared what happened to me."
"How can you say that!" Martha said turning Damien around so he could look at her.
"You remember these word's and I quote, "He's a grown man he made his choice he'll have to accept the consequences." You can imagine my surprise when the nurse in Germany actually called you," Damien said shaking his head. "Hell even uncle called me to check up on my rehabilitation yet not a peep out of you until a week ago. Then again I think that suited us just fine probably will be again once you're gone." Martha played back that night when a strange woman had called to inform her about her son. Of course she knew when he had left her mother's house, her mother had called her to inform that she had just signed a release form for Josh to join the military. Then she heard nothing about her son until that international phone call. Yet then why had she said those word's that night was that when he had gotten those scar's. "So don't test me Martha my tolerance for you is as thin as it is," Damien said exiting the cab of the elevator.
"I'm here now Damien," Martha said, catching up to her son. "Can we not work to repair our relationship," she said, stopping in her track's as she caught sight of Michael. Damien looked back, he knew that look all too well, the look of fear in his mother's eye's.
"Relax this is why you called me," Damien said, placing her on his right side to keep her out her husband's reach. "Whatever you do don't speak I'll deal with him you head to the car," he said, pointing out his black modified mustang mark one as they moved through the door's. Damien could feel the man's rage burning against his skin as he stalked towards them.
"You bitch where are my kid's," Michael sneered in disgust.
"Somewhere safe," Damien countered. "Somewhere out of reach of an abusive prick," he said, placing himself between Martha and Michael.
"And just who the fuck are you," Michael growled thrusting his face into Damien's. "Are you fucking that whore!"
"If I am what business is it of yours," Damien said pushing him back. Damien's battle reflects kicked in as the man reached into his waistband pulling out a nickel plated .9 mm handgun. In one swift motion headbutting Michael and disarming him, dislodging the clip, pulling back the slide watching the bullet bounce along the sidewalk. "Now," he said, tossing the gun to the side wondering if the cops had been called. "I would leave now before you get hurt or arrested," Damien said shrugging his shoulders. Martha gasped, waiting to put herself in front of her son to take the blow she knew was coming, yet as she watched on it happened so fast she couldn't believe her eye's. Her son moved like a blur and the next thing she knew was that Michael was on the ground struggling for breath.
"How does it feel little man, that feeling of helplessness," Damien said towering over the man. "To know I could have killed you yet," he said, looking up smiling at the surveillance camera's. "I didn't you want to know why," crouching down pointing at what the man failed to see. "Now I wonder if you even thought this plan through. Yet seeing how you pulled out a gun I wonder who will be in jail me or you," Damien said as police sirens roared in the distance.
"Take your damn hand's off of me," Michael shouted as the officers led him to their car.
"Sorry about that," the female officer said removing the handcuffs from Damien's wrist. "We had to make sure you were telling us the truth," she said, handing her partner the copy of the surveillance video.
"Not a problem you're just doing your job," Damien said, rubbing his wrist trying not to let his PSD kick in. "It's not everyday I get handcuffed by a beautiful woman," he said with a sly smile. "Maybe we could do it again in a more private manner." Martha huffed as she saw the woman's cheeks heat looking away wondering why she was getting jealous.
"Damien how did you learn to do that," Martha asked as they got underway. Yet as the minute's passed, she knew he wasn't going to answer her question. Sighing into her chest when she saw the wall forming around him, pondering how she could get around that cold shell of his. "So tell me, do you have a girlfriend," she asked looking over at him.
"No I don't," Damien said, feeling her eye's on him. Martha fought herself to keep her smile from showing. If he was single then maybe she could get him to see her as a woman since he obviously refuted her as his mother. Looking down at her attire, scowling at the pants suit that wasn't doing anything to improve her figure.
"Damien you wouldn't mind taking me shopping Saturday would you," Martha said, wiggling out of her jacket as the sped down the highway. Undoing the top two button's of her dress shirt, feeling her b cup breast swell at the thought of his lips tasting her skin. "I just don't want to return to that house," she said, her finger's tracing along the back of his hand.
"Alright," Damien sighed, moving his hand. Something was weird with her, something that he thought she wouldn't cross.
"Yay, good," Martha giggled leaning over. Her arm's wrapped around his neck, feeling his muscle's tightening as her lips graced his cheek. Pressing her chest against his arm, allowing him to feel her still firm breast. "I promise you, you won't forget it," she said, whispering softly into his ear. The spreading red blotch caught her attention as she looked down his chest. "Joshua your bleeding," Martha said in a horrified gasp.
"Yes I know where do you think we're going," Damien said, pointing at the approaching hospital. He had felt the shrapnel shard pierce his side, Damien had wondered when it would happen seeing how his captor's had failed to remove the non life threatening ones. He would have taken care of it himself, yet he doubted he could reach it.
"Damien just how on earth did it happen," Martha asked as she paced the examining room.
"It's just an old wound that won't stay in the past," Damien said ominously.
"But how," Martha asked, watching as he stripped out of his shirt. Biting her lip as she watched his muscle's dance beneath his skin. Yet the origin of the angry scar's held her enthralled she had to know how they came to be. "I know Michael didn't land a hit on you so why are you bleeding."
"If you must know it's shrapnel," Damien said thinking the matter closed.
"Ah good you disrobed," the doctor barely looking up from the cart in his hand's. "So just what is the problem today," his eye's running down Damien's chest. "Obviously we don't do scar removal here."
"My scar's aren't what you need to be concerned about," Damien said turning to let the doctor see the bleeding wound.
"One second let me fetch a nurse," he said, scooting out of the room. "Now you sure you don't want a local," Martha covered Damien's mouth before he could answer.
"I'm sure that would be fine doctor," Martha said, noting how his eye's lingered on her son's back. "Maybe something stronger so he can hopefully forget about all of this."
"And will you be taking him home," the doctor asked as the nurse prepared the dosage.
"Yes I will be," Martha said devilish light played across her eye's. With that Damien felt the slight pinch of the needle as he glared at his mother. Collapsing head first into his mother's chest, sucking in a breath as she felt his hot breath on her skin. Gooseflesh rose along her skin as she felt his lips brush along the side of her breast. Muffling her moan as his nose brushed along her hardening nipple. Pressing his head against her chest as the doctor made the first incision to remove the twisted piece of metal. "Shh baby it will be ok," Martha said stoking his hair. How her body burned as his hand's gripped her hips, ever so slowly moving his hand's to rest on the taut ample ass. After so long keeping her husband at a distance she couldn't keep her womb from clenching in anticipation. "It's almost over Damien," she said, watching as the doctor place the three inch shard into a Biohazard container.
"Who's perky tits am I face down in," Damien asked through the haze of the drug.
"Mine," Martha said, feeling her heart race as he gently squeezed her ass cheeks. "You need to be still Damien," she whispered into his hair. "The doctor is still stitching you up," Martha said, wishing that his hand's were in a more sensitive area.
"Doctor," Martha said, closing the examining room door after they had placed Damien on his side to allow the drugs to wear off. "I was hoping you might have an idea on how he got those scar's?"
"As he not told you," the doctor said he had a vague notion of how they were formed.
"No," Martha said, shaking her head. "I think he wants to keep that secret even from me."
"Then I can only say the scar's appear to be made by a blade, and from the amount I can only assume the man was tortured," he said placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.
"Torture," Martha said in a low whisper. Sinking into the chair by the door her mind going back to that phone call. Was that why they had thought to inform her of her son's plight, and yet she had brushed him off like yesterday's garbage.
"Will you be alright," the doctor asked as Martha wiped away her tears.
"Yes, thank you doctor," Martha said weakly getting to her feet. "I should be getting him home," she said, shaking his hand, watching him depart to continue his round's. "Come on Damien time to get dressed," she said helping him to sit up. Moving between his leg's knowing how close his slumbering cock was only inches away from her paradise. How her nipples cut against her bra as she helped him thread his arm's through the sleeve's of his shirt. The heat of his bare chest soaked to the depths of her core. Her hand's exploring his chest and back as she lowered the hem of his shirt. "Now let's get you home," Martha said as his leather jacket settled onto his shoulders. Biting her lip, wondering if she could risk the chance of a kiss, seeing his glazed eye's she knew he wouldn't remember anything for some time. Tilting his chin up inching down her lips lightly brushing along his, peering up seeing if that caused any reaction within him. Her hunger flared as their lips locked, her tongue slipping into his mouth, moaning as his hand ran along her inner thigh.
Quickly pulling away when she heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Letting him lean against her as she helped him to drag his drugged body through the parking lot. Searching his jacket pocket's for his key's, her eye's lighting up when she didn't find them. Slipping her hand into his right front pocket, feeling that Damien hadn't put on any underwear before he left his house. Feeling down his pubic hair, grasping his soft member through the fabric of his pocket. Martha just couldn't help herself as her hand started to softly stroke his member. Feeling how he started to grow in her hand, resting her head on his shoulder, biting her lip, wishing only to have his tool in her mouth. She had to stop herself when people started to look, opening the passenger door helping him into his seat. A sneaky smile graced her lips as her hand slid across his lap cupping his ball's in the process.
Sliding into the bucket seat of his mustang Martha looked around one last time. Wondering if she could get away with her little plan, seeing no one around peering over at him. Noticing how he rested against the door thanks to the drug the doctor had given him. She had to know how well his manhood had turned out. The thought of a hard cock ready to go with a single touch was blissful compared to the small limp dick of her husband's. A cock that she didn't have to wait for a certain blue pill to take effect. Smiling happily noting how the two truck's hide her from view. Leaning over the console, her hand rubbing along his package, licking her lips as his zipper yielded to her finger's. Reaching into his pants, bringing out his cock, softly blowing along his head, smiling triumphantly as it swelled within her hand.
Engulfing his growing member in her hot slick mouth, going slow at first so not to wake her son. This was something that couldn't be interrupted her mind told her. Martha could feel her canal growing wet as his cock grew and harden in her mouth. Slipping her hand between her legs rubbing along her slit as her pace quickened. Moaning around his shaft as her finger's rubbed vigorously on her clit. How her tongue loved his seven inch cock as it licked along the back of his rod. Feeling the twitch of his cock Martha knew he was about to cum. Her body craved for his hot seed to fill her mouth, to taste it's saltiness as it shoot across her tongue. Swallowing him to the hilt her eye's filled with desire as his ball's emptied their load into her awaiting mouth. Holding his hot load in her mouth, she didn't want to swallow just yet, looking into the mirror opening her mouth seeing that white substance begging to be fed upon. Undoing her own pants taking the bead of cum that hung on her lower lip. Spreading the hot goo over her clit as she worked herself to completion.
"Fuck Joshua," Martha moaned softly so not to wake him as her cream flooded her channel. "Yes baby fuck me," plunging two finger's into her throbbing pussy. "Fill me with that delicious cum of yours as you ram that hard cock into me," she said, leaning back fondling her breast as she succumbed to her orgasm. Breathing heavily looking over at her son glad he hadn't awoken and ruin her bliss. Slipping his deflated cock back into his pants hoping he wouldn't notice that she had just given him head in the hospital parking lot. Straightening out her own clothes just encase he woke during the drive home. Pulling up to his house the sight of it always left her in awe, silently getting out of the car as Amber came running towards her.
"Your safe," Amber said, trembling in her mother's arm's. "When he told us that dad was there and you didn't show up for hour's we began to fear the worst."
"Everything is fine sweetheart," Martha said hugging her close. She too had thought she wouldn't be alive when Michael pulled out his gun. "Your father I suspect, will be in jail for a very long time," she said smiling warmly at her daughter. "You should have seen him Amber your brother was flawless, taking down your father in mere seconds. Then we had to visit the hospital an old wound of his acted up and needed to be stitched up. Now help me get your brother into the house," Martha said opening the car door. Amber took his left side bring his arm over her shoulder, feeling his finger's trace along her left breast.
She should have brushed his hand aside yet something within her pressed it against her 36c sized breast. While wrapping her arm around his waist, feeling the dry, sticky blood that caked his shirt. Amber was never one that had the greatest luck with the opposite sex, that was her sister, she always had a boyfriend at any given moment except now. Amber focused her attention on her grade's so one day when she had graduated with high enough marks to get a full ride to any school she wanted. All so she could be halfway across the country away from her father. That was until they had met the brother they never knew existed. Now her mind was filled with the image of his bare chest as he answered his door that night. Every night since they had arrived at his house Lynn would sneak into her room through the shared bathroom. Amber was always silent just nodding along with her sister as she laid out plans to see more of his undressed state.
Hiding a go pro camera at the top of the heavy drapes' that lined the bay windows that overlooked his in ground pool. It only took two day's to get what they yearned for, catching him skinny dipping in his own pool late at night. It was only thanks the vast lighting system that surrounded the pool that they could see everything of the man. Ever since then they would watch the video over and over again touching themselves moaning out his name as they rubbed themselves to their own climax. Now his very own hand rested on her left breast she couldn't stop her heart from racing. Nor could she still the heat that was forming between her leg's as his hard body pressed against her. Wondering if he would be the one that would take her virginity.
Amber had thought her own sister had lost her's a long time ago. Yet, apparently she was wrong when she saw her sister's hymen was still intact. She had thought after all her boyfriend's one of them would have taken her cherry. However her sister had told her every one of them cared nothing about her own pleasure, just seeing to their own need's when she so wanted to be with them. Lynn was always disappointed when they balked at the idea of tasting her virgin cunt, yet they always wanted her to go down on them getting them off with either her mouth, or hand, or both. Telling her sister that was why she had stopped dating the boy's at school. Thinking that once she was in college, she would find a man that would be willing to do that for her as she was willing to that for them. That was until they met Damien they didn't know why yet something about him made their heart race.
"Mom what's going on," Lynn asked as they entered his home. Amber felt her cheeks burn when her sister's eye's fell upon her. She knew Lynn wanted to be as close to him as she was at that moment. How she fought herself not to bite her lip as she felt the heat of his skin, the rippling muscle's of his back as he moved.
"Oh nothing just the drug he was given hasn't wore off yet," Martha said, getting a better grip on her son as they moved towards the stair's.
"Here I'll get his door for you," Lynn said, slipping passed them heading towards his room. Her breath was taken away as she viewed the splendor of his room. The dark walnut dresser and armoire set opposite from one another against their corresponding wall's. His four poster bed dominated the center of the room, black spider lace trim ran along the crown to the finials of the four post. Stainless steel ring's were bunched at each end of the railings as the black silk curtain's were loosely tied to the walnut post. How she wanted to crawl naked along that bed as he watched her breasts sway with every move of her body. Making him watch as she traced her hand up his leg to his awaiting member.
"Wow!" Amber gasped behind Lynn as she took in the sight of his room. Her mind raced wondering just how rich her brother really was.
"I know," Lynn said in a sultry voice. Throwing back his bedding loving how soft it felt, yearning to feel how they felt against her naked skin. Watching as her mother set Damien gently onto his bed.
"Amber be a dear and fetch a washcloth I wouldn't want him to stain his sheet's," Martha said as she started to raise the hem of his shirt. Hearing her daughter's soft moan's she began to wonder if they thought of him as she did. "Amber," she said, snapping her finger's in front of her. "Washcloth," pushing her daughter towards his bathroom. "Lynn do you mind taking his shoe's off so we can get him undress. I need to get his clothes in the wash before the blood set's."
"Now I think it would be best if you girl's leave the rest to me," Martha said pressing in face into her bosom.
"No," Amber quipped shaking her head.
"And let you have all the fun mom," Lynn said cocking out her hip. "Why else are you pressing him so close," she said, stepping close her hand resting under his arm. Waiting for her mother to move so they could get his pants off.
"No I can't allow that," Martha said, wanting her son to herself.
"Mom we're eighteen you can't really stop us," Lynn said with a smirk. "Plus me and Amber have already seen him naked so it's nothing we haven't seen before."
"And just when did this occur," Martha said in shock that they had seen more of her son than she had.
"Last Wednesday when he went skinny dipping," Amber said, her cheeks burning. "I'll show you the video if you want," she said lifting Damien off the bed.
"I think you should," Martha said, fumbling with his belt. Tossing it behind her how she wished he was coherent for this as she moved in close. Her nimble finger's making quick work of the snap button and the brass zipper, releasing her hold on the denim jeans, listening as the fabric pooled around his feet. Her eye's drinking in his nude muscular form as her daughter's to enjoyed what stood at their side. "Amber since you're already standing there see that what traces of blood is removed, before we place him in his bed."
Amber knelt at his left side gently wiping off the dried, caked blood, getting as close as she dared to his wound without getting his stitches wet. Yet, her eye's were enthralled as his soft member was only inches away from her. Biting her lip focusing on her task, trying to keep her mouth from watering as she thought about how it would feel in her mouth. Her left hand rested on his upper thigh, hoping no one saw what she was about to do.
"You know if you're not going to touch it, I will," Lynn said beating her sister to the punch. Moaning inwardly as her hand cradled his tool, her thumb brushing light circles along his head.
"That's enough now," Martha whispered upon hearing his soft moan. Knowing if they weren't careful Damien could awaken at any moment, and she didn't think he would all that thrilled with them standing around his naked body. In a room, he had forbade them to be in. Leading Damien back to his bed gently laying her son down onto his right side so not to aggravate his wound. Shooing her daughter's out as she lifted the sheet if he woken at that moment it was her hope that only she would bear the brunt of his anger. Yet he lay motionless in his drug induced slumber, Martha purred hungrily as her hand ran down his chest. Leaning over her lips softly grazing his ear as she spoke. "Joshua when you're ready to accept us we're going to fuck your brain's out. We're going to tease you, torment you until that hard cock of yours is deep inside each of us. No longer will you be alone with this house all to yourself, so be prepared to see us in a new light," Martha said wondering how much he heard or understood.
Midnight approached as Damien thrashed in his bed, the pale light of the full moon shone through the curtains of his window. Sweat beaded along his brow as his mind replayed that fateful day. His finger's curled around the linen sheet's, his head jerked left to right as the sound of machine gun fire roared in his mind.
"No! No! N0!" Damien screamed bolting upright as the mortar shell exploded behind him, breathing heavy as his past continued to torment him. Bring his knee's up to his chest, resting his arm's on top of his knee's, pressing his forehead against his right forearm. Wondering why that part of his life won't seem to let him be. Always roaring it's ugly head replaying the death's of his friend's, his family, his brother's in arm's.
"Damien," Martha whispered sticking her head into his room. She had just exited her bathroom when he heard his scream. Grabbing her robe not caring that she wore nothing underneath, tying a loose knot in her terry cloth belt she wanted him to see her body. Especially her freshly shaven pussy that she had painstakingly prepared just for him. "Are you alright, I heard a scream," she said, slipping into his room yet she didn't move further into his room.
"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you if I did," Damien said, not bothering to look at her. His emotions were too raw, to jagged to deal with his mother at the moment.
"I was up," Martha said slowly approaching his bed. Resting on her left leg allowing her robe to open slightly, feeling her channel opening the hints of her arousal to linger in the air. "Joshua tell me what's wrong son," she said, her left arm resting along his shoulders as she pulled him into her. Resting his head against her collarbone giving him an unobstructed view of her right breast and her honey dew covered lips.
"It's was just a bad dream," Damien said, trying not to look down at her partially exposed body. Trying to pull away so he wouldn't be faced her firm perky breast and her taunting paradise, yet she wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.
"It sounded like something more than a bad dream sweetheart," Martha said stroking his hair, while keeping his gaze directed where she wanted it.
"A memory of the past that continues to haunt me," Damien said morbidly.
"I see what was it about?"
"The day I became like this," Damien said touching the long jagged scar on his chest.
"Will you tell me about it," Martha asked, running her hand down his back to soothe his tormented mind. Damien chewed on his lip pondering if it was wise to divulge that part of his life. Yet their constant nagging about his scar's were starting to annoy him, but he knew they would never give up until they finally broke him. That was something even his captor's could never do.
"Fine I guess," Damien sighed. "First I need you to leave so I can get dressed, and the question is do you want them to hear this. It will be gory and very unpleasant," he said, trying to push away, yet his mother kept him rooted.
"I'm sure they have already thought of that Joshua," Martha said, knowing how it will irk him when she used his given name. "Baby no one that's gone through whatever it was and not shed blood to cause this much damage. Now come I've seen you nude before son," she said, smiling down at him seeing his cock coming to life. As Damien got a good look at her bald cunt as she rose from his bed. Martha felt like a teenager again seducing her first crush. Flinging off the sheet that covered his nude body when he had let to move. "Well," Martha said, cocking out her hip feeling the knot loosening.
"What the hell," Damien thought to himself as her belt fell away exposing her body to him. His eye's moved up her toned legs, her glistening labia, her flat stomach to her tits.
"Has something caught your eye Joshua," Martha said smiling seductively. "I'm sure you have seen a naked woman before," she said, biting her lip as his cock grew before her. "Or is it that you find me attractive," Martha said, moving close to him as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Would you like for me to take care of this baby," she said in a husky voice. The pads of her finger's dancing along the length of his shaft. "Would you like to stick this hard cock into my wet hungry cunt," Martha purred her tongue teasing his lip.
"What are you doing Martha," Damien asked, taking hold of her hand.
"Why I'm seducing you," Martha said, pushing him backwards onto the bed. "Seeing how you don't see me as your mother, you will fuck me like a woman that's been deprived of such pleasures," she said allowing her robe to fall from her shoulders. "You do see me as a woman don't you," Martha asked, as her breast brushed along his chest, as she loomed over her son.
"Those perky tits, an tight ass are kind of a dead give away," Damien said, trying not to give in as he felt her wet box sliding along his rod. "What make's you think we're going to fuck?"
"Because baby I've already tasted your cock and I want more," Martha purred claiming his lips before he could refute her once again. Watching as his eye's went wide as her hand positioned his head at her entrance. "Fuck yes! That it baby relax," she moaned as her body slowly lowered herself onto his engorged cock. "God you cock feels so good in me baby," Martha said her hand's curling around the sheet's as she began to ride him. Feeling her juices flood her canal after so long without someone to fill her as her son was doing at that moment. "Can you feel it Joshua," she asked as her hips slammed down onto his cock. "Yes that's it, that's the spot," Martha said screaming in ecstasy as her orgasm surged through her body.
"Fuck it's been too long since anyone has ever made me cum that hard," Martha cooed lifting herself up. Her hips grinding into his pelvis, her muscle's trembling as her clit rubbed along his stomach. "See Joshua your cock belongs deep inside of me. Just feel how my cunt wrap's itself around your hard rod, carcassing it, milking it, making it known that it wants to be filled by you," she said fondling her tits as her juices resounded with every thrust of her hips. "I can feel you growing Joshua," increasing her pace, knowing he was almost there.
"Fuck about to," Damien grunted, feeling the burning of his testicles. Trying to throw his mother off of him before he shot his load into her. Yet her legs dug underneath him locking together, keeping him from ever escaping from what was about to happen.
"That's it baby shoot that delicious cum deep inside my womb," Martha moaned loudly as her second orgasm boiled in her vein's. "Come on Joshua don't you want to creampie my hot wet cunt," she said, reaching behind her cupping his testicals in her left hand. Smiling triumphantly feeling the twitching of his cock as her folds massaged his rod. "Yes!" Martha screamed as she felt his seed shooting deep within her pussy just as her own orgasm hit.
To Be Continued.The Abandoned Son Ch. 02
Lynn and Amber have their fun with Damien.
All characters are over 18+
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"You done," Damien growled pushing his mother off his spent cock. Wondering why he had just let his mother fuck him, yet he couldn't deny how good it felt as she came upon his cock.
"Don't be like Joshua," Martha said, spreading her legs letting him see the white goo that oozed out of her satisfied cunt. "You can't tell me you didn't liked how I fucked you," she said her eyes flickering down biting her lip as his tool held her enthralled. "This hot cum," Martha said, plunging two fingers into her cunt. Showing off his and her orgasmic juices that coated her wet fingers. "Tells me you did baby and its ok that you did there's nothing wrong with fucking a woman senseless, " she said with a coy smile.
"Fine I did and how many times do I have to say it my name is Damien, " he sighed as he pulled on his pajama bottom's. "Now let's get this over with I'm only going to tell this tale once," Damien said, as he approached the door unaware that his half sister's had listened to their encounter.
"Alright I'll wake the girl's," Martha said as she put her robe on. Kissing his cheek as she passed feeling his cum running down her leg, biting her lip only wanting to stop and have a taste of it once again. "Amber you awake," she asked sticking her head into her daughter's room. Wondering why Lynn was sitting on her bed and not in her room as she's suppose to be. Yet first she needed to clean herself before they joined Damien, plus she didn't want her daughter's to smell his cum on her. Closing their bathroom door running her fingers through the spunk in her twat, savoring how good they tasted together. Studying herself in the mirror seeing the satisfied glow she normally got from a good fucking. Surprised how she was going to fuck her son again and again, lifting her tits smiling how firm they still were at her age. "Since your up, your brother has something to tell us," narrowing her eyes when she noticed Lynn wasn't wearing any panties. Letting it go in a shallow breath she couldn't berate her daughter not after what she had just done with her own son.
"Now," Damien said switching off the lamp to his left. They didn't need to see his pain when he spoke about that time in his life. "What I'm about to tell you I'm not going to repeat so listen up. As Martha probably knows I joined the military at the age of seventeen to finally rid myself of her mother she dumped me on," smirking when he saw the scowl on her lips. "As I went through my basic training I was tapped to try out for the Rangers which I excelled at. Trained to be a sniper among other thing's you don't need to know, however, as I progressed through my training my achievements caught the eye of the Delta Force. From there I and my team were sent out on mission after mission hunting down insurgents wherever they lie. We consisted of a five man squad for weeks we would crisscross the the Afghan country side eliminating foes, destroying stash house's, breaking up their cash flow. Only returning to our base when we had need to resupply never taking part in official military movements."
"However, that all changed the day we were helo dropped into the Hindu Kush Mountain's. We had reports of a good size cell had made a base in one of the cave's system close to the Chinese border. Yet how little did we know that we were betrayed by one of our own," Damien said a tear running down his left cheek. The screams of his friend's dying roared in his mind as Ak-47 muzzle flashes were sheared into his haunted memory. Lynn looked to the other's wondering if they saw what she had just seen. "Matthew was the lucky one a bullet to his brain pan took him out the moment our boots hit the ground. An hour dragged into two we knew there was no way to defend our position. Then William was hit with an incendiary grenade, I'll never be able to get the smell of his cooked flesh out of my mind," he said his lip trembled unable to do anything to save his family. "I looked for our captain for order's yet the man wasn't to be seen, then I heard Charles grunt as he was hit multiple times trying to drag William's body back under the cover we were using at the time. Then came the shrill cry of the mortar, exploding a few yard's behind me, its metal shards penetrating my tactical vest. My sniper rifle absorbing some of the fragments yet I felt the burning pain as the shards perforated my body."
"I laid there in a daze knowing I was about to join my family on that mountain we thought to be desolate. Wondering where was my captain, the man we all trusted to lead us," Damien said, his hands gripping the armrest as his rage boiled in his vein's. "That was when I heard his voice speaking in Farsi, unbridled rage burned through me as I crawled towards William's Mk-19. When your in the field as long as we were you tend to pick up the local language so I knew what was spoken. As the traitor to his brother's ordered my capture for interrogation. I wasn't about to go so easily taking one of William's 40 mm frag grenade from his belt. Locking it into the tube aiming it the best I could knowing the blood loss was hindering my vengeance. How I smiled as I heard their screams as I blacked out, I don't know how long I was out for, nor when they took out the shard's that would have proven fatal."
"Water splashed in my face as I hung suspended from the cave ceiling, there he was standing within the shadows watching as I swung aimlessly. My torturer stepped out directed by my former captain for days they cut on me, and cut on me trying to break me," Damien said his hand running down his bare chest. Lingering on the angry jagged scar's that painted his body. "When they couldn't get any information out of me they started breaking bone's first a few fingers, then my ribs, toes," he said examining his crooked fingers that he had set as he escaped his torment. "Then came the electroshock," Damien said looking down at the burn scar's on his obliques. "I knew my time was running out when they couldn't get anything out of me. However, until then I knew they needed me in some what of a coherent state. Faking a seizure the guard's that stood at the entrance to alcove they had strung me up in, rushed in taking me down so I wouldn't injure myself."
"Even in my weaken state they weren't prepared to face down an very rage filled black ops commando. Snapping their neck's with ease, taking the keys to my shackles, setting my fingers so I could hold a blade. Pain was a way of life for me for the two weeks during my captivity, so I thought nothing of it as I set the jagged bone's. Slipping through the darkness of the cave killing as I went their blood saturating the soil as I made my way to freedom. Coming upon their communication center taking what Intel I could gather in my blood soaked hands. I was still a soldier, however, much I wanted to plunge my blade into the throat of the traitor. Yet I never did find him in that dank cave, two days it took for me to reach an army base," Damien said in a sigh he truly never thought he would ever recount that tale. "The rest while that's another story one I'm not about to divulge," he said rising from his seat noticing the glistening tears in their eyes. Amber and Lynn rush towards him knocking back down into his chair, their hot tears soaking into his bare chest. Briefly looking down seeing Lynn's bare ass trying to keep his body from responding to the lewd thoughts that swirled around his brain.
"Oh baby if I had known," Martha couldn't bring herself to finish her sentence. What word's could she say to her son that wouldn't sound so hollow.
"Ah but you did Martha," Damien said his eyes flashing dangerously. Pushing himself through their bodies as he rose, feeling their braless clad breast running along his arms as he got to his feet.
"Wait! Damien what happened to your ex captain," Lynn asked rising the hem of her shirt knowing how her pink lips were peaking out. Smiling inwardly seeing his eyes darting between her face and her ass.
"Do you really want to know," Damien said feeling his member growing along his leg. It was bad enough that he had fucked his mother Damien just didn't want to be attracted to his sister. Yet as his eyes roamed up her silken smooth legs lingering on her firm youthful ass he knew that was impossible.
"Yes," Amber said shaking her head vehemently. Sitting cross legged feeling her canal opening as her sweat shirt rose revealing her virgin cunt.
"Do you want details or just the end result," Damien said thrusting his hand into his pajama pocket cupping his erection against his leg.
"Details," Amber and Lynn in unison. Giving each other knowing looks as he fidgeted with himself as pulled out the dining room chair crossing his legs to hide his hard rod.
"When I was transport to Germany to recover from my wound's swarm's of intelligence agencies peppered me with questions. That I rightly couldn't answer like I knew the fuck turd would walk us into an ambush. Selling us out to the enemy etc. etc," Damien said rolling his hand. "Then after two months of recuperating one of my friend's that worked in recon got word that he was sighted in France. Word got out that an ex Delta Force had turned mercenary excepting whatever job from those that could pay his price. I was already dressing to sneak out to hunt down the bastard when my commanding officer walked in, holding the black folder that contained the kill order for Captain Renaldo. Took me a few weeks to track him down in Arles, France living off the blood money he was paid for selling out the men he sworn to protect."
"Showing him the thing's his friend's did to me on his own body," Damien said darkly. "Now that's enough, your curiosity has been satisfied now let's not speak of this again," he said departing towards his room. Two weeks had passed uneventfully since that night Damien tried to keep away from his family as much as he could yet that proved to be fruitless as Lynn stood at the door to his gym. Her blue eyes running down his back as she watched as his muscle's became taut as he exercised. Listening to the sharp intake of air as he pulled himself over the bar, watching the glistening sweat as it beaded along his body before dripping down onto the floor. Feeling her nipples harden against her sports bra, hoping that her yoga shorts wouldn't show the wet spot she knew was forming between her legs.
"Damien," Lynn said softly knocking on the doorframe. "You don't mind if I work out with you," she said as his feet touched the floor. Biting her lip as he turned giving her a unobstructed view of his tone abs as he wiped the sweat from his face.
"Sure I guess," Damien said peaking out from around his towel eyeing her attire. To Damien she could have just waked naked into the room as much as her garments failed to hide her womanly shape. Turning his back to her as he wiped down his body so he wouldn't have to see her breast bounce as she walked around studying the machines.
"Damien which one would be best for me," Lynn said innocently rocking on her heels, her arms behind her back trying to still the heat in her body.
"Do you want definition or muscle," Damien asked wiping up the pool at his feet.
"Hmm I don't know," Lynn said drawing his gaze. "Would you find me attractive with a more tone stomach," she said running her hands over her already flat stomach teasing the bottoms of her breast. "How about my ass," Lynn said, bending over slightly allowing her brother to see how the yoga shorts contoured to her hips, her ass, showing off her mound. "Wouldn't my ass look better if it was a little more toned," she said giving her ass a little smack. Peering over her shoulder seeing how he had moved the towel to the front of his shorts. Knowing that her teasing was working albeit far to well on herself as well. "Here how about we close this door so we have a little more privacy," Lynn said walking towards the door locking it as it closed. "Ah that's better don't you think now no one will interrupt us," she said, walking around him. "Here I'll dry your back can't have my trainer all sweaty now can we," Lynn teased blowing softly into his ear.
Reaching around snatching his towel out of his hand, peeking around seeing tent that had formed in front of his shorts. Sending a silent thank you to whomever had made gym shorts so free from the restrictiveness of other articles of clothing. Wiping down his back being gentle around his wound, yanking down his shorts before he could offer any form of protest.
"What the hell are you doing," Damien protested yet was blocked from retrieving his shorts as his sister moved in front of him.
"I told you bro I'm cleaning off my trainer," Lynn said draping the towel over his rod. "I thought that was self explanatory," she said a mischievously light dancing across her eyes as her hand moved along his shaft. Knelling down drying his balls as her hand continued to work his shaft, tossing it away once she no longer needed the ruse. Her tongue running up his shaft tasting his skin loving how his cock responded to her touch. Swirling her tongue around the tip of his head as her fingers ran along her wet lips. Moaning around his shaft as his hands held her against his tool as he thrust his hard rod into her mouth. "You know we heard you and mom," Lynn said after she came up for breath. "Now I want what she had," she said rubbing his tool along her lips.
"Will you eat me bro," Lynn asked getting to her feet tossing aside her sports bra. She knew her b cup breast weren't anywhere as big as her mother's yet the look in her brother's eyes told her that really didn't matter. "Oh Damien," Lynn moaned as his lips captured her left breast. She never had any one ever to please her as she felt his hands moving to the waistband of her yoga shorts. Her arousal filling the air as the thin fabric pulled away of her wet throbbing lips. Yelping as her brother carried her over to the bench press, watching nervously as he knelt between her legs. Tossing her shorts over his shoulder as her snatch stared at him. "Please be gentle," Lynn whispered as she felt his hot breath flowing over her mound.
"Wait please tell me this isn't your first time," Damien asked looking over her golden brown lading strip.
"Yes," Lynn said weakly. "Me and Amber never have gone this far," tossing her head back as his lips sucked gently on her hot mound. "No one's ever don't that," her hands gripping his head as he slowly eased a finger into her. "Fuck yes!" Lynn screamed out echoing off the walls as his tongue spread her lips open playful teasing her clit. Squealing in delight as her folds clamped down on the second finger she added to her virgin cunt. "That's it Damien lick my pussy," moaning as her hips grinded against his face. "Don't you like my taste brother," she groaned arching her back as her womb flooded her channel.
"You sure your ready for this," Damien asked looking over her mound as Lynn pinched her nipples, while his tongue continued its playful teasing of her clit.
"Yes brother fuck me! Make me into a woman," Lynn said, looking down at him with pleading eyes. Lynn's heart raced as Damien slid her ass down towards the edge of the bench. Lynn felt his rod rubbing along her entrance, her hands held onto the edge's of the bench with trepidation.
"Let me know if it hurts to much," Damien said, pressing his head against her hymen. Listening to the plastic of the covering as her grip turned deadly as he pushed into her canal. Rubbing her clit to ease the pain as he inched his cock into her tight cunt.
"Oh god! I never knew," Lynn said lustfully as she felt him sinking deeper into her. "Now fuck me!" Lynn commanded bracing herself against the pain, yet as her wet twat grew accustom to his girth. Her body was alit with euphoria as her brother's cock glided through her folds. She knew he was going slow for her benefit, however, she wanted to be fuck like her mother was. If her brother could survive his ordeal then she could withstand the pain. "Harder Damien fuck me like you fucked mom, I want to feel everything brother," Lynn demanded lifting herself up looking straight into his eyes.
"You sure I don't want to hurt you Lynn," Damien said knowing if he quickened his pace it wouldn't be long before he came in her tight cunt.
"Damien," Lynn said through wave's of pleasure. "If you can survive this," her hand ran down his chest tracing along his scar's. "I can survive being fucked by that cock of yours," gasping as he thrust hard into her. "Yes, yes fuck me," Lynn moaned loudly as she felt his balls slapping against her ass. "Yes pound my cunt brother make it yours!" Her muscles quivering, her nail's dragging along the surface of the bench as she felt her orgasm erupting around his slick cock. "Oh fuck me!" Lynn screamed wrapping her legs around his waist. Feeling her cream coating his cock as his pace quickened, Lynn was so lost in her own ecstasy she failed to hear his question. Quickly looking down as white strand's of cum shoot across her heaving chest. Wincing at the pain of her womanhood as she sat up seeing his cock coated in her blood. How she pride herself in marking him as her own.
"Thank you Damien," Lynn said kissing him as she pulled his exhausted body into her. "Thank you for being so gentle with me and treating me like a woman," she said before running her finger through his seed. She knew she had to taste it, she had to grow accustom to the taste of it, because after this day she wasn't ever going to go without him fucking her. Or at least that's what she told herself as she ran her cum coated finger across her tongue. "You taste so yummy brother," Lynn said in a giggle. "I can't wait to have some more," she said lustfully gathering her discarded clothes before heading to her bathroom to clean off the blood.
"You did it," Amber said bursting into their shared bathroom. Watching as her sister cleaned herself off in the shower. Seeing the pink hue of the water as it ran down the drain. "Are you ok Lynn your not hurting to much are you," she asked peeking around the shower curtain.
"The pain it's not to bad little sore but I asked to be fucked like mom was so its only fitting I'll be hurting," Lynn said as the soothing water washed over her throbbing mound.
"How was it," Amber asked taking off her glasses as the steam began to coat them in the tiny water droplets. Sitting on the counter as the blurry image of her sister danced before her.
"Better then I thought it would be," Lynn said with a smile. She wondered how it be once she was accustom to taking his cock, would she still love it as she did just a few moments ago. "Amber I think we need to get rid of your hymen," she said shutting off the water. "Unless you want him covered in your blood," Lynn said with a smirk as she pushed the curtain aside. Moving up to her sister rising the hem of knee length skirt Lynn never could understand why she covered her self like a nun. They were identical twins as much as she thought herself fit Amber took it up a notch. While her own stomach was flat Amber's had well defined abs, due to her once sports like nature, yet that was three years ago when their father started his unwanted advances. Since then she had always had her body covered unless Amber was alone, or with their mother, or herself. Lynn began to wonder how their brother would view her body. From her just barely b cup breast, her tone thighs, and she knew he had seen her naked twat. "Amber why not show Damien this gorgeous body," Lynn asked as water droplets hung precariously from her firm nipples.
"I don't know Lynn," Amber said, her sandy brown hair cascading out before her hiding her blushing cheeks. "What if he doesn't like how I look," she said softly moaning as Lynn's thumb rubbed along her clit. "I can't see without my glass and I know I'll have to set them side during it," lifting up her ass allowing her sister to remove her panties.
"You still got those contacts don't you," Lynn asked feeling her sister tremble at her touch. Smiling as she nodded her head feeling her sister's cunt growing wet the longer she teased Amber. "Then let's find them and no more of those baggy clothes, or these skirts at least while we're here," she said tugging on Amber's skirt. "How else is he going to she know hot you are if you're always covered up?"
"You sure he'll like me if he saw more of me," Amber said innocently rocking her hips as her sister sank down onto her knees.
"Oh sweetheart he'll love you," Lynn said before her tongue began its assault on her sister's twat.
"See what did I tell you Amber," Lynn said from behind her sister as Amber viewed herself in the full length mirror. The low cut jeans contoured nicely to her taut ass making Lynn a little jealous that her own pants looked better on her sister then they did on her. The yellow halter top nearly looked painted onto her torso, her light brown areola's faintly showing through the thin fabric. Lynn knew without a doubt Damien wouldn't be able to resist her younger sister. "Now let's go show Damien," Lynn said tugging her sister out of the room.
Amber stood on the concrete that surrounded his pool watching as her brother cut through the water. They had searched his house to show him her new look only to find him outside sunbathing in the summer sun. Amber's blue eyes savoring every inch of her brother's hard body. Envious that her sister had beaten her at giving herself to their brother before she had gotten the courage to do so. Her body was on fire as she watched his body ascending out of the water as he neared the shallow end of the pool. Biting her lip as the light caught the water droplets that hung suspended from his black hair like tiny gems.
"Hello Damien," Lynn said nudging her sister forward. Noticing his reddening cheeks as his eyes ran down her body, smiling sweetly when she saw his hands moving out in front of his package. "Don't you like Amber's new look, doesn't she just look delicious," Lynn purred.
"Yes," Damien said, looking away as the sunlight shone through the thin fabric. Revealing her breast to his eyes cursing himself for giving into his body. "You both do," he said shyly.
"See what did I tell you he's getting hard," Lynn whispered into her sister's ear. Right as she was about to tease her sister about how good he felt when he was deep inside her her cell phone buzzed in her pocket. Scowling at the device when it was just getting good.
"Do you ready mean it Damien that you like seeing me like this," Amber asked squatting down at the edge of the pool. Trying not to appear as if she hadn't notice that his hand's had yet to move from what she could only assume covered his erection. "You don't think its to much," she asked rising giving him a little twirl. Shaking his head, her heart fluttered as he gazed at her with those warm eyes of his. "So if I wanted to go out would you be my date," Amber asked slyly as she squatted down again. Her finger drawing symbols on the concrete, her blue eyes flickering up watching his mind race.
"If you want," Damien said reluctantly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Good then you won't mind escorting us to a party tonight," Lynn said standing at the edge of the pool. Her cut off blue jean shorts felt more like a bikini then actual denim as she cocked out her hip. Her hands resting on those shapely hips as she looked down at her brother. Her mouth hungering for that tool that she knew he hid from their view.
"You want me to go to a party," Damien said, looking down at his body. "You sure that would be wise Lynn," he asked taking a dry swallow as she squatted down beside her sister. Opening her legs just enough to know that the thin strip of fabric allowed her pink puffy lips to peek out around the material. "I would think someone more your age and not monstrously scared would be better to be seen beside two," Damien said stopping himself. He just couldn't fathom why he was affected by these three women that had come to inhabit his home.
"Two what Damien," Lynn asked tilting her head smiling devilishly. Lynn had to get him to say it she knew once he did then they would forever be seen as women not his little sister's he knew nothing of.
"Please Damien tell us," Amber said softly biting her lip as he looked between the two of them.
"Beautiful women," Damien said in a low whisper.
"What was that I couldn't hear you," Lynn said placing her hand behind her ear to catch the low sounds of his voice. Smirking when she heard his grumbling.
"I said "Beautiful women," Damien sighed tossing back his head in frustration.
"You think we're beautiful," Amber gasped her hand cupping her mouth. Her lip trembled as his words settled on her shoulders. Since they had arrived at his home she had always watched him whenever he wandered his home. Staying up late just to catch a glimpse of the man that stood so alone. Ever since her own father tried to force himself on her she had thought no one would ever see her like ever again. It was what had caused their abrupt move from their home. The only one that truly knew what happened that night was Lynn, her mother had only thought he was beating her. Which was true when she failed to give him what he wanted.
"Yes," Damien said moving through the water when saw something behind those blue eyes. "Amber your a beautiful woman as is your sister," he said taking her hand into his feeling her trembling. He knew it wasn't from his proximity to her, wondering just what happened to her to make her act so frightened of her own beauty. "Don't yet anyone ever tell you otherwise," Damien said smiling sweetly at her.
"So will you go with us," Amber asked wiping away her tears. Her hand squeezing his drawing strength from it, her thumb running along the pale scare that marred the back of his hand. Hoping that one day she could banish the pain she saw that night as he was doing for her own.
"Do you want me to," Damien asked looking between the two who nodding vigorously their answer. "Alright time should I be ready," he said not missing how their eyes lit up at his answer.
"The party starts at eight but we can be late if you want to," Lynn said gooseflesh running along her skin as his hand rested on her thigh. Her hand twitching wishing for him to only to touch her like he did earlier.
"Eight it is," Damien said following his sister's gaze quickly covering himself.
"Well then let's leave Damien alone I'm sure something need's his attention," Lynn said winking at her brother, pulling aside the the strip of fabric flashing her wet cunt as she rose.
"Joshua," Martha said as she stood in the doorway to his bathroom. Smiling as she heard his sigh over the sound of his shower. "I heard about tonight," she said her white dress shirt growing damp in the steam. Her brown skirt became taut as she leaned against the sink basin, crossing her legs her white silk stockings detailing her shapely legs. Loving the feel of the cool marble underneath her ass and the soles of her feet.
"Yea what about it," Damien said unaware how his mother's eyes ran down the distorted naked image that filtered through the bubble glass shower door. Watching as he lathered his body biting her lip as he paid extra attention to the area she knew would soon be returned to her.
"Only that I wanted to thank you for going along with them," Martha said silently taking the towel that hung on the shower door. "Its that with everything that their father has done to them I'm glad that they have you," she said hiding the towel behind her back. "I haven't seen Amber so happy in such along time I nearly forgotten my daughter's beautiful smile."
"Oh hmmm I see now," Damien muttered to himself as he lathered his midnight shoulder length hair. Wondering just what their father did to Amber to cause her to close in on herself. "Martha can I ask a question without you getting angry," he asked reaching for the towel to dry his eyes.
"Yes what is it," Martha said hiding her mirth as she watched his arm looking for that soft towel that he knew hung on the door.
"Has Amber been assaulted before," Damien asked shutting off his shower. Slightly opening the shower door reaching behind the wall cursing at himself that he forgotten to replace the towel. "Close your eyes."
"Why we have seen each other naked Joshua we did have sex just the other day. Don't you remember bending me over ramming that fine cock deep into my hot wet pussy," Martha said smiling wickedly. Watching his cock growing as he thought about that night, how she moaned as Damien spanked her ass as her cunt milked his cock. "To answer your question her father use to beat her that was why we showed up on your doorstep." Helping him directing his blurry eyes and fumbling hands to find their home on her awaiting bosom. Moaning softly as his hands kneaded her breast.
"That's not what I meant Martha," Damien said leaning forward drying his face between her cleavage.
"Hey my chest is not a towel!"
"That's what you get for taking my towel," Damien said pinching her nipple feeling her body shudder underneath him as he reached behind his mother.
"So why did you ask about if that wasn't what you meant?"
"Just a feeling I have," Damien said over his shoulder as walked into his bedroom. Looking through his armoire for the right outfit for this outing. Tossing the leather jacket onto the bed Damien never went anywhere without it, due to the numerous hidden compartments he had installed into the garment. Well he didn't think he'd be needing his .40 caliber Glock pistol nor the throwing dart's tipped in neurotoxin for a party the jacket was still conformable even in the height of the summer. Wondering how his sister's would view his own take on the James Dean look, albeit if a little darker then what the man was before Little Bastard killed him.
"Joshua tell me I need to know," Martha said, taking him by the arm as the plain white t-shirt landed softly on his bed.
"Have you not noticed how she carries herself," Damien said arching an eyebrow wondering where was this forceful, protective side when he was with her. "The way she hides herself in those baggy clothes to hide her sexuality, the way her body language screams out that something more than beatings took place?" Martha sank onto his bed her mind racing back to four year's ago when she had to constantly yell at her daughter to cover her scantly clad body. Then all of the sudden like a switch being flipped dressing like a woman would back in the 1950's.
"Why didn't I see it," Martha whispered her hands shaking thinking she had failed to keep her daughter safe.
"Mom," Damien said his tongue felt strange calling her that as he lightly touched her shoulder. "I'm not saying something happened to her but I just get that feeling."
"Joshua," Martha said in shock her eyes glistening a warm feeling swelled within her chest as her son had finally said the word he hadn't spoken since he was five. "Oh my baby boy," jumping to her feet hugging him tightly wondering why she was so foolish to ever give him up.
"Here I am hogging you when you should be getting ready," Martha said, wiping away her tears of joy. "Now you don't do anything inappropriate young man," giggling as she lightly smacked his cheek. Fully aware of what he and Lynn had done earlier that morning. "Have them home by midnight," she said smiling at him as she exited his room. She needed time to figure out away to talk to her daughter about what her son had suspected.
Damien stepped out onto the landing of the second floor his door closing behind him in a soft whisper. Lynn and Amber stood down at the foot of the stairs as they watched with baited breath as his jacket settled over his shoulders. Taking hold of each other's hands as his shirt detailed his scalped muscle's as he descended the lofty stairs. His ebony hair slicked back with a single strand hanging freely down along his forehead. The gentle brushing of the chrome plated chain kissed softly against his leg with each step. Their eyes couldn't look away as they caught the hints of his cologne.
"My, I think I'm underdressed," Damien said with a smirk. His eyes running down Lynn's strapless black dress, and Amber's sky blue backless dress the spaghetti straps tied behind her neck. Each stopping mid thigh showing off their smooth legs, taunting their brother at what lies underneath.
"Oh my," Amber whispered as she reached out her hand running up his chest. "Umm I don't think you'll have a problem fitting in," she said smiling nervously.
"More like will have to fend off the women," Lynn said nodding in agreement at his choice of attire.
"Girls," Martha called down to them as she stood behind the railing. Silently agreeing with them wishing she could join them, yet she knew they needed this mainly Amber. She had seen her daughter slowly coming out of that shell she had built around herself since arriving at Damien's home. "Don't wear out your brother to much," giving them a knowing smile. "Be safe and have fun," she said her hand trailing along the banister as she headed to her room.
They could hear the booming bass as Damien pulled up to the curb. Lynn eyed the bodies that passed and danced in the large bay windows of her girlfriends parent's house. Looking over at her brother as he killed the engine wondering how many of the sluts from her school would gravitate towards him. Lynn and Amber stood on the sidewalk as they waited for him to lock up his car. The gentle breeze tugging at their hair threatening to reveal their translucent panties.
"Now let's show Damien what he missed out on," Lynn said looping her arm around his taking the left side as Amber did the same with his right. Her heart racing as her hand held onto his strong arm knowing how far she was falling for her brother. "Damien you don't mind if we tell everyone that your our boyfriend," Lynn said hoping to make it a reality.
"I think that would be best," Damien said not wanting anyone to know about the feelings that were forming within his indifferent heart. Smiling behind his back seeing Amber's smile lighting up her eyes as they strolled up the cobblestone walkway.
"You made it," Beth said as she opened the door, wrapping her arms around her childhood friend. "I thought your dad would flip out once you told him you were coming here tonight," she said all the while eyeing Damien. "So who's this," Beth asked looking over the girl that looked so familiar. "No it can't be Amber, oh my god," squealing in delight loving her new look. "Just look at you I knew you had it in you," Damien just stood there uncertain about their offer to bring him along. "Now tell me who this fine hunk of handsome is," Beth asked eating his chiseled body with her chocolate brown eyes.
"Beth this is Damien," Lynn said her hand running down his arm.
"Our boyfriend," Amber said snuggling up to her brother.
"I see," Beth said her tongue clinking against her teeth. "Well get in here," she said ushering them in. Pulling Lynn aside as Amber dragged that gorgeous man behind her. "Do tell how did you met that stud," she asked itching for details.
"Well long story short dad's in jail probably be there for some time, and he happened to live beside my uncle's house," Lynn lied keeping where they truly lived a secret as long as she could.
"Oh sweetheart I'm so sorry," Beth said drawing her friend in a crushing hug. She had known what a sleaze her father was when he tried to pin her in the bathroom one night two year's ago. "I hate to say it but he deserves to be in jail," Beth said grimly.
"Don't tell anyone not even my mom and especially not Damien but the reason we left was because he tried to rape Amber," Lynn whispered into her ear. "I don't want to know what Damien would do if he found out."
"Lynn you sound like he would kill him, sure he a douche but isn't that a little overreacting, " Beth said looking at her friend skeptically.
"That's the thing Beth I believe he would so please keep this to ourselves," Beth saw the unwavering certainty in her eyes.
"Ok I won't say a thing so let me ask is he as hard as he looks," Beth asked they walked over to the make shift bar they had set up for the occasion.
"Oh you should see him without clothes on," Lynn moaned loudly. "Muscle's that just go on," she said dreamily.
"Then you best go save him from the sharks," Beth said pointing towards the crowd that was eyeing the new wonder in their mitts. Beth wasn't ashamed to admit she to was checking out the eye candy.
"Right well I think its time I see how well that ass shakes," Lynn smirked before leaving her friend to help save her brother from the approaching sharks. "Alright Amber let's get this tight ass of his shaking," she said grabbing a handful of his right ass cheek telling everyone who he belonged to.
"Yay let's go," Damien tried to voice his protest yet he was drowned out by the blaring music.
"Damien help outside patio I can't stop him!" Two hours had passed since they had arrived when he got that frantic text from his sister. Damien tossed people aside as he pushed himself through the crowd. The moment he exited the noise deafening house his sister's cries and screams pushed him into action. Knocking aside the group of teenage boys that just stood by and video the assault, his rage flaring as the would be rapist clawed and tore at Amber's dress. Lynn frantically beating her attacker over his head only to be tossed aside by the hulking brute. Taking the fiend by the collar of his shirt and his leather belt tossing the two hundred pound fool across the patio table. Glass shattered against the brick as his flailing body struck the hard pavers.
"Lynn take your sister to the car and call the police," Damien said knelling down by Amber taking off his jacket to cover her exposed left breast. "Tell them to hurry," he said handing her the keys. "Tell them to send an ambulance as well," Damien said darkly watching Amber's attacker stirring. He had seen far to much of such dastardly deeds committed by friend and foe alike, always told never to interfere while he was forced to listen to the screams of the women and children that they were fighting to protect. However, he was under no order's to stand down as the fool got unsteady to his feet. His sinews became taut as his fist clenched in rage longing to pound some sense in the poor fool who thought to touch his sister.
"Damien don't kill him," Lynn pleaded as she skirted around his back.
"That's up to the boy," Damien said in a monotone voice. Taking in his surroundings eyeing those that he thought would jump to the boy's aid. He was always taught always know your surroundings before getting into a fight. Right that second Damien wanted nothing more then to show the poor lad how deadly he could truly be. "So what you can't get women on your own you have to rape them to get your rocks off," Damien spat. "Your friend's here are just as vile as you are if they had any ounce of wit in their tiny head's. Then they would know that standing by and doing nothing to stop you makes them just as guilty as you are," he said dodging the boy's lounge. His fist flew swiftly pounding on the lad's hepatic nerve cluster in three quick jabs before he could recover. Smiling wickedly as he listened to his diaphragm convulsing as he tried to draw breath. "Having trouble breathing," Damien said toying with the boy. Yet he knew the cops should arrive soon and he wanted to leave the boy with something to remember him by. His fist flew the air guided by his rage seeking out the only thing that would satisfy his desire. Overwhelming gratification set his nerves on fire as Damien's fist connected with the lad's jaw. The killer within him lit up as two broken teeth skidded across the pavers.
Damien wanted to beat the boy into the ground for the audacity to think he could have his sister in any manner. Yet that would only land him in jail and he wasn't about to join those rogue's as much as he knew killing the boy would please him to no end. Walking away allowing the police to deal with the thug that would prey upon defenseless women. That was when he heard the clicking of the blade turning in time as the boy lounged. Damien felt the fire of the pain as the steel blade cut through the fabric of his shirt sinking into his flesh cutting diagonally across his abdomen. Rising his right forearm to block his downward slash watching as his hot rich blood flowed down his forearm as the blade drank its fill of his body. Grunting against the pain as the blade sank deeper into his skin he knew he had to end this here and now before the boy hit an artery. Bringing his knee up slamming into the lad's solar plexus buying himself time to bring his left arm underneath his, taking his right snapping the two bone's in his forearm in a loud pop. Just as the siren's of the police cruiser's roared, tire's squealing as they came to an abrupt halt before Beth's house.
"Awe well now aren't you just lucky," Damien said kicking the knife away that had fallen from the boy's grasp. "If I hear or see you," he said snatching back the lad's head. Smiling sinisterly seeing those tears of pain as the boy stared into his murderous eyes. "Near Amber or Lynn ever again I will kill you slowly, very slowly," Damien growled in a demonic voice before releasing his grip on his body as the officer's surged through the crowd.
"Oh my god Damien," Lynn cried out as the officer's led Damien towards the awaiting ambulance. Tears rimmed her blue eyes as his blood saturated his shirt, dripping down his fingers as the EMTs worked to stop the flow of blood. "Are you are right," she asked reaching out tentatively.
"I've had worse Lynn," Damien winced as they applied antiseptic to his wounds. "How's Amber," he asked looking over as Amber stood surrounded by three officer's taking down her account of what had transpired. Damien watched as they led the would be rapist towards the furthest cruiser smiling as his curse's filled the air.
"Your girlfriend is going to have to wait," the EMT said holding the bandage to his abdomen. "You're probably going to need stitches maybe staples as well."
"You got your license right?"
"Yes," Lynn said with a nod.
"Alright follow the ambulance to the hospital, and call your mother she's probably going to need to take you home. I'm sure the police are going to question me once I get there," Damien said climbing into the back sitting on the gurney smiling at her as the door's closed. Damien wasn't surprised when two detective's waited for him as the ambulance pulled up to the ER wing of the hospital. Peppering him with questions as the doctor worked to stem the flow of blood. Watching the shadow of his mother as she paced behind the curtain. Only wishing to see her son that had saved her daughter from the fiend.
"My brave foolish boy," Martha shouted bursting through the curtain as the detective's and the doctor left once they had what they needed. Who was quickly followed by Lynn and Amber, Damien quickly found himself surrounded by their warm smile's and loving hugs.
"Are you alright," Damien asked Amber as he studied her swelling black eye, her split lip, the bruises that were forming on her inner thighs.
"Yes," Amber said, her lip quivering as her tears streaked down her cheeks. "I should be asking you that Damien," she said, eyeing the wound's that he had received saving her. She didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't been there to save her. Amber knew her sister tried her best to help her yet he was just to strong for them to fend off.
"I'm fine Amber," Damien said running his hand down her arm to sooth her woes. "Just means I have new scar's to add to my growing collection," he said jokingly.
"You sure," Amber asked sitting down next to him on the medical bed. Resting against his left arm her fingers tracing down, interweaving her fingers between his as her hands cupped his. "I'm sure you're in a lot of pain Joshua," Amber said, she wanted to feel how his given name felt as it left her tongue. She just didn't think it would make her heart flutter as it did at that moment. Amber didn't miss the smile on her mother lips as they heard him sigh.
"I'm use to pain Amber," Damien said grimly. "How many times," he said stopping himself hanging his head. Sighing shaking his head growing tried of repeating himself. "Call me what you want I'm not repeating myself anymore just don't expect me to answer to that name."
Two o'clock rolled by as Damien's mustang pulled into his driveway Amber had insisted on driving him home once the Doc had warned him of the dizziness he was likely to experience. Amber was glad for one thing that bastard didn't get a chance to take her virginity. The only one that she saw worthy of taking it was the man that sat beside her. Her heart raced as they sat in silence, his brown eyes looking at her waiting for her to hand him his keys.
"Damien," Amber said turning around in the leather bucket seat's. Her back resting against the door, the hem of her dress rising along her thighs revealing her red translucent panties. His leather jacket felt warm and comforting as she wrapped it tightly around her chest. "I know tonight wasn't how I wanted this night to go. I had so wanted it be special," she said reaching over resting her hand over his.
"Amber what do you mean," Damien asked with suspicion.
"I think you know," Amber said inching closer to him. "You might play dumb about most thing's Damien but I know your not," she said bracing herself on the console as she leaned over allowing his jacket to fall open. Exposing her breast to his eyes feeling her skin heating underneath his gaze. "I've watched you ever since we have been here," Amber said resting her hand over his heart. "You've been through so much throughout your life," feeling its steady beat steadying her own fragile nerves. "I wonder if there's any room in there for us, for me," Amber said resting her forehead against his. "Joshua, brother you're the only one that's been so alone in this world I can see it in your eyes. Let me fill that void that's formed in this stalwart heart of yours. Let me love you as a man," Amber whispered wincing as her lips tasted his.
"Amber you just had something horrible done to you," Damien said taking hold of her shoulders. "Your not thinking clearly, " he said yet he couldn't refute what she said about him. He did have a void that had formed along time ago, what frightened him the most was she was right. Damien could see them filling that void that was once filled by his brother's in arm's. They were the only thing he could truly call a family. After their death's he had felt the vacuum dragging him back down into to that darkness he had thought he had escaped.
"No," Amber said softly shaking her head. "This was meant to happen tonight Damien. I wanted this to happen brother," she said climbing into his lap. "I wanted you to see me as a woman as you saw mom and Lynn when you made love to them. Do you not find me beautiful Joshua," Amber said her body quivering as his name escaped her lips.
"That's not the point Amber," Damien said trying not to give into the heat he felt radiating off her womanhood. "I would feel I was taking advantage of you given what you just gone through."
"It wouldn't be taking advantage when I want this," Amber said her hips slowly grinding on the bulge she felt forming. Rubbing her mound across his hardening tool as her hands ran up his chest. "I want you Damien, I want everything you will give freely brother," capturing his lips, snapping the button of his pants. Feeling his girth straining the cotton fabric of his underwear, moaning into his mouth as his hands ran down her back cupping her ass. Needling his cock out from the confines of his undergarment, pulling aside the crouch of her panties plunging herself down upon his shalt before he could protest. Her body became still, her breath jagged as her cunt grew accustom to the steel rod buried deep within her. She knew it would have been painful yet that seemed to melt away as she looked at the man beneath her. "Relax Damien let me take care of you," Amber whispered as her arms rested across the back of the seat. "Let me love you as a woman," she said slowly rising and lowering herself upon his shaft. "Touch me Joshua, feel my body, feel the heat that only you can produce in me," her body shuddered as his lips trailed down her neck.
Amber couldn't believe this was happening, she had dreamt of this since they caught him skinny dipping. Tossing back her head as her brother's lips captured her tit. The warmth of his mouth was so euphoric, so tantalizing she couldn't help it when her womb clamped down on his cock.
"Amber stop I'm going to," Damien grunted he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck!" Their moan's vibrated the glass of the window's as his hot seed shoot deep into his sister's womb.
"Yes Damien I can feel it oozing into me," Amber groaned as her nails dug into his shoulders. Collapsing forward onto his chest as her body gave into the orgasm that flooded her vein's. "You shouldn't worry Joshua we been on the pill for year's better safe then sorry," she said as she pushed herself up. "Now that we come this far what happens now that we are more then siblings?"
"I don't honestly know Amber," Damien said caressing her right cheek. "What do you want to happen?" Before Amber could answer his question his cell phone rang violently in the inside pocket of his jacket. Placing a finger to her lips telling her to remain silent.
"Agent Metalbane?" His handler's voice came over the line.
"Affirmative."
"You've been activated," nodding his head as his order's were read out to him.
"Confirmed," Damien said taking out the encrypted phone from the other inside pocket. Scrolling through the order he was given looking at Amber wondering if they would be a good cover story.
"Agent Silermane will supply you once you touchdown."
"Roger," Damien said closing his phone. "Amber have you ever wanted to go to Italy?"
To Be Continued. The Abandoned Son Ch. 03
Amber takes their relationship further while in Italy.
All characters are over 18+
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Florence, Italy
The warm sea air flowed through Damien's raven hair as he assembled the Remington CSR. His partner Agent Silvermane stood over him peering through her binoculars at their targets location. The snapping of the components caused her to peer down at her counterpart. She knew he was one of the best snipers they had within their organization. It was the reason why they had recalled him from his temporary leave. Her auburn hair fluttered in the breeze as the scope snapped into place. The muted brown stock fading into the stone of the bell tower as Damien took up his position.
"Distance 1.5 km, wind seven knots east/southeast," Silverman's said peering down as Damien made the changes. "We only have one shot at this can you make it?"
"Obviously or I wouldn't be here," Damien said arrogantly peering down the scope.
"30 seconds," she warned looking at her watch. Three black sedans rolled down the ancient cobblestone streets. Steadying his breathing as their target's men bustled around the middle sedan. Stilling his heart rate as his target stepped into view.
"3,2..." pigeons scattered to the wind as the bells rang out in the morning air. The copper jacketed lead bullet cut through the air in its spiral fight to find its home. His finger tapping the seconds before the 7.62 mm found its home in the skull of the Czechoslovakian weapons dealer. Damien had been sent to eliminate the man before he could sell off the stock pile of yellow cake uranium currently in his procession. Smiling sinisterly as the red spray of blood was followed after the jerking of the man's head. "Excellent work as always Metalbane," Silvermane said watching as he broke down the rifle. "Go I shall take care of it," she said as Damien stuffed it into the art portfolio. She had used to smuggle it into the church.
"That's not how I work and you know that," Damien said as he zipped up the bag. The first rule he learned never trust anyone especially those in his line of work. Damien knew it would only be a simple matter for her, or someone within their company to plant the weapon. Damien wasn't about to have that blow back onto him. Plus, he had to pick Martha, Lynn, and Amber up from the airport. He knew the prefect spot to dispose of the pieces of the rifle. Repelling down the shadow side of the bell tower another rule Damien had was always have your own escape plan in place. Escaping across the courtyard's rear wall dropping down into the small alleyway knelling down as police siren's roared passed. Walking casually towards his rental car tossing the portfolio into the rear seat of the Bentley Mulsanne. Wondering how the girls would enjoy the luxury he had in store for for them.
Damien leaned against the metal frame that housed the enormous window planes of the arrival terminal of the airport. Checking his watch then looking to the arrival board. He had left a few days earlier to take care of the job now he had to play the role of brother and son. Which to him relaxing in the Italian country side wasn't such a bad thing. He had been in far less hospitable places, and the Villa he had rented for the next two weeks. Would probably blow their minds, plus the owners had built their own fresh water lagoon on the property. Damien had already scanned the home for any electronic listening devises. Knowing his organization he wouldn't put it past them too listen in on their little get away.
"Damien!" Lynn and Amber screamed in joy as they caught sight of their brother. Their bags bumping into his legs as they crushed him in their warm embrace.
"I've missed you so much Damien," Amber whispered lustfully into his ear.
"My bed has been so cold the last few days without you in it," Lynn purred her tongue teasing his ear.
"Hello Joshua," Martha said her linen sun dress clung tightly to her body. "I hope you got whatever business it was taken care of?" she asked longing to spend her days at his side in that foreign land. Where none knew that he was her son and she was his mother. Where for once she could treat him like the lover he had turned into be. To spend the Italian nights lounging beneath the star filled sky. Exploring each other's bodies without hindrance to her fun with his glorious body.
"Just wrapped up this morning," Damien said taking Amber and Lynn's bags. "Come the car is this way," he said leading them out of the airport.
"Wow!" Lynn gasped at the sight of the expensive luxury car.
"Damien is this for us?" Martha asked as he set their bags into the trunk of the car.
"While we are here yes," Damien said as the trunk closed with a loud thud. Martha's hand rested high on his inner thigh as the sped through the countryside. Her eyes savoring the rich culture that zipped past them, listening to the gasps of wonder from the lips of her children in the car. Knowing her daughters were as pleased as she was that he brought them along.
"Oh my!" Martha gasped her hand covering her mouth as the Villa came into view. She had seen some very exquisite places either on TV, or in magazines yet she never dreamt of ever being in such a place.
"Damien, brother just how rich are you?!" Lynn asked from behind him.
"Oh, just enough to be a nuisance," Damien said smirking as he pulled the car to a stop in front of the entrance to their vacation home. "Go on I'll get your bags," he said before they dashed off to explore the place. Chuckling at their shrieks filled the home as he set their bags by the door.
"I so love this place!" Amber said smiling down at him from the second floor mezzanine. His eyes running up her smooth legs her skirt did little to hide her naked womanhood. "I can't wait to break it in," she purred seductively.
"I have to said Joshua I'm impressed," Martha said hugging him as her chest pressed into his back. Softly kissing the back of his neck as her hands ran up his chest. Since he had been gone on his business trip they had their own conversation about the man that tugged at their hearts. They had agreed since they all had a taste of the man they would no longer tiptoe around each other. No more sneaking around having their fun with him whenever they could. Now they would do it openly before each other ensuring that each one of them were taken care of. "I can't wait to show you just how much," Martha whispered her hand slipping beneath his waistband of his jeans. Biting her lip savoring the tool that rested in her hand.
"I just wish we were closer to the beach," Lynn pouted knowing the little swim number she had brought along would go to waste.
"We are," Damien fought to steady his voice. "The owners of this place have their own private lagoon just out back," he said pointing towards the rear door. Fighting back against the pleasure of his mother's hand as she stroked his cock.
"Oh, do they," Lynn said hungrily as she watched her mother pleasure the man they hungered for. Sinking to her knees as her mother held him, the days they were separated were murder on her body. Working his jeans free of the button that shielded her for their prize. Licking her lips as his rod stood proudly before her. Her mother's hand softly caressed his hard tool. Looking up to her mother who offered it to her hungry mouth.
"That's it baby suck his cock," Martha cooed as she watched her daughter servicing his manhood.
"No fair!" Amber pouted as she leaned on the railing. Her hand slipping between her legs playing with her moist lips. Blowing Damien a kiss as he looked up at her.
"Yes, baby work his cock!" Martha purred as Lynn worked in time with her hand. "Are you ready to shallow this huge load baby?!" Smiling wickedly as her daughter nodded in response. "Make sure you don't waste any of it," Martha said nibbling on his earlobe. Wishing it was her on her knees swallowing his hot cum she felt surging forth from his cock. "Didn't that feel good Joshua?!" she purred as she turned his chin towards her. Her lush lips capturing his she had waited days to do this so freely. "Mmm... baby I've missed you so much," Martha said breathlessly.
"Uh huh," Damien said indifferently wondering how got himself into this mess. "I going to take a nap explore the place we will be here for two weeks," he said drifting off to his room.
"Mom, Lynn!" Amber cried out in glee as she stood on the pale sandy shore of the lagoon. "Look at this place," she in awe as she looked around the secluded spot. Her turquoise mini bikini did little to hide her womanly body, her sister's crimson matching outfit showed far more then she was comfortable with. Then there was her mother's pale white two piece which she suspected was translucent once it was wet.
"Oh my, your brother sure knows how to find the hidden places," Martha said in wonder as she surveyed the grandeur of the estate.
"Though, I wish he would get up so he can see me in this," Lynn pouted the g-string felt uncomfortable in the crack of her ass. Knowing she should have gone with the thong piece instead.
"Come on Lynn he's only been sleep for two hours now. I'm sure he had a rough day already so what if he's resting," Amber said her toes testing the temperature of the crystal blue water. "Plus this way we can explore this place for you know," she said feeling her cheeks heat. It's only been three days since she lost her virginity, and she couldn't wait to be in his arms again. Hopefully she could learn to be a better lover to Damien. She knew how inexperienced she was in such things, even Lynn knew how to properly pleasure their brother with her mouth.
"Amber what's wrong sweetheart?" Martha asked she knew her daughter enough to know when something troubled her mind. Even if she couldn't see her face her body language spoke volumes to her.
"Mom can I ask you something?" Amber asked as she turned around as her mother's beach towel bellowed out on the breeze before settling onto the warm sand.
"Of course sweetheart! You know you can ask me anything," Martha said in a loving motherly voice.
"How do you suck a..." Amber stuttered her cheeks glowing in a ruby red. Her hands fidgeted at her sides as she worked her tongue to say the word. "Cock," she said in a low whisper.
"Oh!" Martha said tilting her head to the side, her index finger tapping her chin in her contemplation. "Well the sucking part is straight forward baby, now if you want your brother to curl his toes. Then you'll need to work on your tongue technique," Martha said smiling to herself as she lowered herself onto the towel. Wanting to work on her tan while they were under the Mediterranean sun. Thinking that would answer her question closing her eyes eager to show her son her newly tanned body.
"Mama," Amber whispered kneeling in the sand at her feet. "Can you teach me?" she asked with doe like eyes.
"Baby I don't have a cock for you to practice on," Martha said resting on her elbows as she looked at her daughter.
"But, we want to get better mom," Lynn said pleading with her as she sat at her side.
"What are you two asking me?" Martha asked looking between her twin daughters.
"That if we practice on you," Amber said inching forward. "That if we can get you off with our tongues then we would know Damien would enjoy it as well."
"Plus, we all know how horny we all are, ever since Damien left before us we all have taken care of our own needs. We know how lonely you have been since he's been gone mom," Lynn said her hand slipping beneath her mother's top cupping her left breast.
"Lynn! Get your hand off of my tit!" Martha said nearly screaming at her daughter. Yet she knew she couldn't not without the neighbors hearing if there were any around. Yet as her daughters hand remained on her breast playfully teasing her nipple. Martha couldn't refute her daughters words ever since she and her son have started having sex with one another. Her libido has been rocketing skyward with no signs of slowing. Every part of her body seemed to be sensitive making her womanhood moist at the slightest touch. Then she felt Amber's hands on her thighs as she neared her covered snatch.
"Please mom! All we want is to please Damien," Amber said sneakily untying the strings that held her bottom piece taut. Seeing the growing wet spot as Lynn continued to play with their mother's tit. "And, what better way to learn then with you," she said quickly exposing her mother's naked cunt to the world.
"Amber you give that back right now!" Martha screeched trying to grab her garment yet Amber quickly tossing it into the grass. "Lynn what's gotten into you?!" she asked as Lynn exposed her breast, trying to cover her body yet her daughters batted away her hands.
"Who us! We aren't doing a thing are we Amber," Lynn said smirking at her mother. "I think you have an excellent idea mother," she said undoing her top before tossing it aside. Doing the same with the g-string bottom glad to have that irritable merger piece of cloth off her body. "Amber don't you think we shouldn't leave our mother all alone do you?"
"Good point Lynn," Amber said with a nod. "We shouldn't leave our mother out here all alone that would just be wrong," she said loving how her naked body felt underneath the sun. Leaning down blowing softly along her mother's slit.
"What's wrong mom surely this isn't affecting you," Lynn said leaning down capturing her left breast before Martha could offer any words of resistance. Kneading her mother's right breast while she toyed with the one in her mouth. Her eyes glanced over to Amber seeing her mother's legs slowly opening. Holding back her sister's hair as her tongue ran through their mother's moist lips. Exposing her throbbing clit to the warm air of the afternoon sun. "Is Amber doing it right?!" Lynn asked as she tweaked her mother's nipple.
"N... fuck right there! Yes use that tongue baby!" Martha moaned pressing her daughter against her sex. "Stick that tongue in me baby taste your mother!" she growled her back arching as Amber's tongue penetrated her channel. Martha's eyes went wide as Lynn's landing strip hovered over her mouth.
"Mama you can't be the only one here getting pleasure now that wouldn't be right," Lynn said smiling down at her mother. As her fingers spreading her lips as she lowered herself onto Martha's mouth. Martha wondered how or when her children became so forceful yet she wouldn't deny her daughter either. Lynn bit her lip thinking of the time Damien was between her legs giving her what none of her former boyfriends would ever do for her. "Yes! Right there mama!" Lynn moaned falling forward. Her fingers digging ruts in the pale sand as she ground her hips on Martha's tongue. Unaware of the pair of eyes that watched from the tree line. Damien had awoken just as they left the Villa to partake in the cool waters of the lagoon. Slipping out from the other side of the house shadowing their every move as they neared the lagoon.
While he might be called a peeping tom and what not for staying hidden as they pleasured each other. Yet what straight man would break up the show that was happening before him. None that he knew off and if he did there was the off chance they would be furious that he was spying on them. While the risk was a small one still a risk he wasn't about to test. Not when Amber was working furiously on their mother's cunt. The soft moans that escaped Lynn's lips as Martha tasted her teenage twat. Scowling as he felt his member straining his underwear wondering why his body was so disloyal. Sighing knowing if he didn't take care of it then they would wonder why he had a hard on. Stroking his rod as he peered around the tree he was using for cover. As Amber now was the one on her back and their mother between her legs. Lynn sat off to the side playing with herself as she watched on.
"Yes! Yes Damien right there!" Amber cried out in a state of bliss. Causing Damien to increase his pace along his hard shaft. "Make me cum Damien!" watching as Amber pinching and tugged at her nipples as her orgasm peaked.
"Fuck!" Damien hissed as streams of semen jetted out from the tip of his cock.
"Mmm if you do what you did to me Amber I doubt Damien will stand a chance," Martha said smiling down at her daughter all the while her juices glistened along her chin. Looking down at her towel that was now soiled in hers, and her daughters juices. Damien sneaked out from the grove of tree's that shielded the lagoon from prying eyes. Back tracking to the house making sure he wasn't seen in the process. Making it appear that he had exited the rear door as he head back to the lagoon.
"Hey," Damien called out as he neared the beach. "Seems you've found the lagoon without any trouble," he said innocently his eyes running over their naked bodies. "Just what have the three of you been doing while I was asleep?!"
"Oh a little this and a little of that," Lynn said grinning up at her brother. Showing off her womanhood to his wandering eyes, loving how her body seemed to please him.
"I see," Damien said trying to still his rebellious body at the sight. "Well, I was wondering if you all want to go out for dinner, or should I go buy some charcoal for the built-in grill here?" Smiling inwardly as he watched as Martha and Amber quickly washed their faces clean of each others sex.
"You don't mind if we just in for tonight do you Joshua?" Martha asked as she rested on her legs.
"Nope I'll go run to the market and pick us up something to eat," Damien said his right foot moving behind him ready to pivot his body back towards the Villa.
"Wait I want to come with you brother," Lynn said quickly getting to her feet. "You don't mind waiting a bit do you?" she asked picking up her discarded garments before heading off to get change.
Lynn leaned against her brother as drove causally through the country side. Her red tube top was so tight to her chest it-might-as-well-be-painted-on. Her red mini skirt would give her brother easy access to her hot mound. Which she hoped to get filled while they were away from the others. While they had agreed to please him in front of each other. Yet Lynn wanted him all to herself. Even if they would get angry with her. She knew they too were planning to have their own private rendezvous. Lynn didn't mind that it was fine with her. It was the act of having their own one-on-one time with each other. She knew they couldn't expand their own relationships with everyone clustered around Damien. Her blue eyes peered at him as the sun haloed his face. Taking hold of his right hand she knew where it truly belonged.
"Touch me Damien," Lynn purred seductively into his ear. "Can you feel the heat pouring off of my pussy?" she asked as she placed his hand over her covered mound. "Here feel for yourself, brother," Lynn said pushing her panties to the side to give him access. Her hand guiding his touching her in the most intimate of places of her womanhood. "Yes, right there brother," she moaned as her folds squeezed his fingers. Grinding her hips on his fingers smiling joyfully as her sex coated his hand. "Take me somewhere old and fuck me in those ruin's," Lynn commanded pointing to the outcrop that loomed over the hill top. Lynn pulled him along as they entered the ancient temple of Cybele. Leading him through the crumbling marble columns, to the small sanctuary that lay dead ahead. Pine cones decorated the walls, two lions laid at the foot of the stone throne. A stalwart woman sat proudly her stony eyes watched their every move. Lynn wasted no time wiggling out of her matching panties. "Come fuck me on her lap," Lynn said beckoning him with her index finger.
Lynn licked her lips as her hands ran down his chest. Her fingers made quick work of his zipper as she scooted back onto the statue of the goddess. Looking into his eyes as her hand worked along his rod. In the back of her mind she wondered what the temple was once used for. Sending whomever it belonged too her apologies. She just couldn't wait any longer to have her brother once again.
"Now fuck me, brother," Lynn demanded positioning his head at her wet entrance. Gripping his shoulders as his rod thrust into her canal. "Yes!" she howled in joy as her womb welcomed him home. Breathing heavily as her folds squeezed his penetrating member. "Do it Damien play with your sister's tits!" Lynn growled inhumanly her blue eyes shimmered in her lustful desire. Her hips rocking in time with his thrust seeking to grow accustom to his girth. Lowering his head her lips locked around his. Her tongue tasting the man she had so desperately missed the days he was gone. Feeling the stone beneath her becoming soaked in the juices as Damien's cock refused to yield to her tightness. "Cum with me Damien, fill me with that seed that my womb has missed," she said before nibbling on his lip. Her legs locked them together as his sperm surged forth. Lynn could feel the vast amount that flooded her cunt. Reaching down between her legs as Damien pulled out of her. Running her fingers through their mixed fluids, her eyes fluttered loving how they tasted together.
"There you are?!" Amber huffed as Lynn carried in the bags filled with all manner of vegetables. "I've been worried sick something had happened to you," she said running into Damien's arms. "Did your sister do bad things to you?" Amber asked pressing her chest against his.
"That's enough teasing Amber," Martha said entering the kitchen. Her blue slip dress swayed with every step she took. Her eyes running down his body wishing to feel his strong hands on her body. "Come help me prepare dinner while Damien sets up the grill," she said pulling Amber off of Damien. "You naughty boy mama is going to punish you," Martha hissed into his ear. "Fucking Lynn before I got a taste of that cock! Now you better have saved up some of that tasty cum for your dirty mother to drink down," she whispered before tugging on his earlobe. "Now you get out there I'll see you soon," Martha said cupping his groin as she pushed him towards the door.
Damien lounged in the patio chair as he waited for the coals to turn gray. Fingering his scar on the back of his hand wondering how his brothers' would view his life now. Would they condone the job he had taken with a certain agency? Would they reprimand him for what he did to their ex-captain? What would they think of how his female relatives serviced his body? Trying to block out the sounds of that dreadful day. Yet the sounds of machine gun fire, exploding mortars, the screams of his dying brothers' wouldn't leave his mind.
"Are you all right Joshua?" Martha asked holding the tray of steaks that she had trimmed the excess fat from. She had seen that look before - it was before she had taken her son as her lover. Setting the tray down beside the grill her motherly instincts kicked in. "Joshua, I can't begin to understand what is going through your mind," she said tentatively approaching him. After he had told them about the ordeal that was forced on him. She had scoured the net for everything she could find on PTSD. Hoping that she could help ease his mind of the memories that tormented her son's mind. "It's ok baby," Martha said slipping into his lap. "I'm here," she cooed softly pressing his head against her chest. Trying to stop her body from reacting to his hot breath on her breast. However, to Martha that was easier said than done. "I can understand you still morn their deaths Joshua. Yet ask yourself this would they wish to see you so broken by it. Your friends will always be in here," Martha said placing her hand over his heart. "Now would they tell you, you have mourned long enough, that I can't say. Would they tell you, you have suffered enough both in body and soul? Again I can't say, but only you know the truth of that Joshua. I am here if you ever need me baby," Martha said tilting his chin up. Placing a long loving kiss upon his lips hoping he accepted the truth of her words. "Now come help me with the steaks," she said smiling down at her son as she pulled him to his feet.
Playfully slapping away his hands as they worked over the grill. Her hip bumping into his as they seasoned the steaks. Her hand cupping his arse as she watched as smoke rose above them. Smirking as Martha slipped her hand into his left pocket. Grasping his soft tool through his boxers. Teasing it while they waited for the raw side to get seared. Gasping as his hand breached the hem of her dress. A deep rumbling purr emanated from her chest as his fingers ran along her moist lips. Yet she didn't stop him as her mound welcomed his exploring appendages.
"Don't stop Joshua!" Martha begged as her womb was on the verge of a meltdown. However, she wanted something thicker filling up her neglected canal. "Fuck me," she said in a hush whisper. "Joshua, I need you inside me baby. Fuck your mother with that fabulous cock of yours," Martha begged for release. Bracing herself on the granite severing area of the grill as she felt her son lifting up her dress. Smiling as her hair cascaded down shielding her face as she felt his head running through her lips. "Give it to me baby," Martha pleaded as her legs trembled. Gripping the lip of the granite counter as her son's cock inched it's way into her cunt. "God, how I've missed that feeling Joshua!" she said tossing back her head as he thrust into her.
"You like fucking your son don't you?" Damien asked his hands held onto her hips as he sent his rod deep into his mother.
"Yes, I fucking do baby," Martha said through gasps of breaths. "Spank your dirty mother's ass for enjoying her son's cock so much," she moaned her folds tightening around his shalt with each blow of his hand. "Yes, give it to me! Punish me for being so bad!" Howling in pleasure as her son reached up taking hold of her hair. Ramming his cock deep into her cunt. "Oh, fuck!" were the only words she gave of warning as she came upon his cock.
"What kind of a mother cums so easily on her son's cock?" Damien asked keeping his smirk to himself.
"One that hasn't been fucked so well in a very long time Joshua," Martha said looking over her shoulder. "One that can't get enough of her son's cock filling her horny pussy. One could wonder about how the son could so easily ram his cock deep into his mother," she said smiling wickedly as she thrust backwards. "That he would allow her to cum all over his hard cock. Letting her cunt squeeze, love, caress that cock that stirs her womanhood like none before him," Martha said her voice becoming shaky. Knowing she was on the verge of another orgasm. It was something not even her ex-husband could ever preform much less alone one orgasm a night. She knew she would never give up her son, nor the fine cock that was currently lodged inside her hot cunt. "Now make me cum baby!" Martha braced herself as his hips thrust hard into her sending her over that cliff. "Joshua, your making your mother cum!" Martha cried out euphoria flooded her mind as her womb flooded her canal. "It's ok baby fill me to the brim with that hot sperm that I know is just waiting to shoot out," she said reaching back touching his hand.
Martha breathed heavily as she rested on the counter. Feeling her son's cum dripping out of her satisfied cunt. She couldn't believe she came so much in one day. Michael used to be able to do that for her, yet as the years wore on he failed in his role as a husband. Leaving her to satisfy her own needs. Where she had become an expert on getting her own self off. However, the force of her orgasms had never been as strong as they were when her son's cock pleasured her. Picking herself off the sweat covered stone. Her eyes falling on her daughter who glared at her evilly. Before Amber marched off to her room.
"Joshua, I think you need to go and speak with Amber," Martha said taking over the cooking. "It seems she is either mad at us or me," she said yet she wouldn't change anything. Martha loved how her cunt hummed from the fucking her son just gave her. "Go on I'll make sure nothing burns," Martha said waving him off.
Damien could hear the soft sobs through the door. Wondering what could have cause her to be so emotional about their encounter. Was it not she that came onto him while in his car? Plunging herself down onto his cock when he knew it was wrong. When she had almost been raped at the party that night. Shaking his head he would never understand women.
"Go away Mom!" Amber shouted as Damien knocked on the door.
"Amber it's me," Damien said through the door. He listened to the scurrying of her feet across the floor. Listening as she cleaned herself from the salty trail her tears left. "Amber is something wrong?" he asked knocking once again on the door.
"Hello Damien," Amber said through the crack of the door. Pop Evil's: Torn to Pieces played in the background as she leaned against the door. Her heart fluttered as his smile greeted her. Since the night she had given herself to him. Amber had spent enormous amount of time thinking about their relationship. Was it more than the one act of sex they shared? Could they truly be together in the way she wanted? Would he love her as she was falling for him? Was there anything in his heart that could love her in any way? These questions plagued her teenage mind.
"Mind if I come in?" Damien asked placing his hands behind his back. Arching an eyebrow as 'If only for now' begun to play. "If you lay here with me now, I promise the stars won't make a sound," he sang along. Oddly Damien found the song soothing to his troubled mind.
"If only for now," Amber whispered a coy smile graced her face. Opening the door wide enough to admit him entrance to her room. Pressing her back against the door as the latch fall into place. Her heart raced as her brother stood in the center of the room. Hoping that he didn't hear the lock falling into place. What she had to say was for him and him alone. "Damien why haven't you come to me like you did with Lynn and mother?" Amber asked trying to keep her voice steady. Her heart melting as his soft brown eyes fell upon her body. "I know I might not be..." Damien held up his hand stilling her words.
"Amber if you say your not as pretty as your sister I'm going to smack that cute little ass of yours," Damien said with a teasing smile. Amber felt her cheeks burning she had never heard anyone calling her ass cute. That one statement had her completely befuddled. "May I sit?" Damien asked gesturing to the chair to his right.
"Sure," Amber said stuttering wondering how he had gotten her so off kilter. "So... what else about me do you find cute?" she asked biting her lip as his eyes ran down her body.
"Those lips," Damien said gesturing at her. "Your laughter," he said feeling his cheeks heat looking away. Unsure of the emotions he was starting to feel when he was around them more so with Amber then the rest.
"Yes, go on what else?" Amber asked taking a step forward.
"That moan," Damien said in a whisper.
"Oh," Amber's mind raced at a hundred miles an hour. Hoping what she saw wasn't a lie. "What about my breast brother are they not cute?" she asked cupping her firm breast. Noting how his eyes lingered on her body.
"No, they are very lovely," Damien said knowing she was leading him into a trap of her own making, and he was willing to go along into that unknown place.
"So... it's not my body that you haven't came to then it must be my personality that drives you away from me?" Amber asked closing the distance between them.
"No, that's not what I said," Damien said not enjoying that light he saw in her eyes. He had been the hunter many of times yet it felt that he was the one on the menu.
"Then what is it Damien?" Amber asked as she leaned on his knees allowing her shirt to hang open. "Surely there must be a reason why I have yet to feel the touch of my brother?" she asked as he hands ran up his legs. "To have the one man that made me into a woman. Touching me in the places only meant for him," Amber said lustfully. "To be satisfied and to satisfy my lover," she said resting her knee on the seat. Her heart raced as Damien grabbed hold of her arms. Yet it wasn't the same feeling she had felt when her father tried to force himself onto her. This was something else as she saw the burning passion in his eyes. Yelping as he picked her off the floor coming to a rest in his lap. "Damien tell me why have you waited until now to find me?" Amber asked studying the man beneath her. "Is it because you don't like how we forced ourselves on you?" she asked as he shook his head. "Is it because you are starting to feel something?" she asked hoping that was the case. Her blue eyes flared as his nod answered her. Her fingers weaved through his hair as her lips assaulted his.
Moaning into his mouth as she felt his passion. The exploration of his hands over her body. The growing bulge beneath her as she savored the man she loved. Gooseflesh rose along her skin as his hands slipped beneath her shirt. Nodding as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Grinding her hips on that hard bulge beneath her. Her tongue swirling around his as his hands moved up her chest. Purring loudly as Damien captured her breast. Leaning back the Mediterranean sun bathing her chest as her hands anchored herself on his knees. Falling into her bliss as her brother kneaded her breast. Her blue eyes flared hungrily as he played with her nipples.
"I love how you play with my tits," Amber said in a deep sultrily voice. Her hips pumped rubbing her clit against the material of her jeans. "Make love to me Damien," Amber said softly. "Make me feel the passion that burns within you, brother. I told you once Damien let me fill that void that's formed in this stalwart heart of yours. I meant every word of it. I want to be the one you come too, the one you lean on when you can't handle what's troubling you," Amber said somberly. "I want to be yours now and forever brother."
"I don't think that would be wise Amber," Damien said yet he knew he could fall for her. "I'm not the kind man of man you want to be tied to sis."
"I don't care about that Damien! I love you!" Amber growled pressing her forehead against his. She couldn't believe she just said that out loud. "I understand you may not know what that means. However, I am not going to give up on you. So you better get use to me being around," Amber said wondering where she got the strength to say the words. Never before has she felt such emotions for the boys that went to her school. Yet as she looked into his eyes. She knew her brother was the one that she could spend the rest of her days with. "Now you carry me to that bed and make love to your woman. Am I clear soldier?!"
"Yes ma'am!" Amber smiled triumphantly as his hands gripped her ass. Only to be stopped by the knocking on his door.
"Amber, sweetie dinner is ready please come down," Martha said from the other side of the door.
"We'll finish this later tonight," Amber whispered before capturing his lips one last time. Pressing her body against his telling him he was hers and she was his. "Ok, mom I'm coming!" Amber called out rubbing her hand across his bulge as she slid off his lap. "Well, we don't want to keep them waiting," she said her hips swayed as she approached the door. Damien just couldn't take his eyes off her firm taut ass. "Well, come on," Amber said containing her smile seeing where his eyes were lingering.
"So I was thinking we all should go to a museum or some place fun. It's not everyday we get to see Italy," Martha said reaching for her wine glass. Her eyes lingering on her son, she had heard some of their conversation. Wondering just what about him that made them all fall in love with him. She knew it was when he stood up to her abusive ex-husband. How he had single handily took Michael down with such ease. That was when she knew she loved him. "Now girls I haven't heard you thank your brother for bringing us here," Martha said the candle light dancing across her eyes.
"Thank you Damien," Lynn said winking at him. Feeling her body heat wondering if they could christen another ruin.
"Yes, thank you brother I'll make sure to repay you later," Amber said reaching underneath the table. Her hand running up his leg squeezing his thigh. "I heard they are having an art exhibit in town tomorrow maybe we should go?" she asked loving how she put him on the defensive. (At least to her), it showed her how his mind worked boxed into a corner.
"Sure why not," Damien said focusing on his steak as Amber's hand inched higher along his thigh. Jumping in his seat as her hand squeezed his manhood.
"Something wrong Damien?" Martha asked with a knowing smile.
"No," Damien said his fork becoming shaky as he held it between his fingers.
"You sure, your fork seems offal unbalanced?" Martha asked smiling into her glass. "So I have been thinking," she said setting down her glass. "We all love Damien," Martha said looking at her two daughters. "It has become apparent to me that we all can't have Damien's attention at once. So, what do you say what we spilt the days between us? During the day we can tease him as much as we like. Yet at night only one of us shall share his bed. So we each get two night's of uninterrupted bliss, and the last day is for group activities," Martha said hinting at what she hoped her daughters would agree upon.
"Two night's of having Damien to myself," Lynn mused liking the idea her mother put forth.
"Yes, I do find that most pleasing mama," Amber smiled sinisterly. Knowing that for two whole night's he would be hers and only hers.
"So since Lynn and I have already had your brother today why don't you have tonight to yourself," Martha said smiling motherly at her daughter. "Plus, tomorrow will be the group activities so don't wear him out to much," she said ominously winking at her daughter.
"I can't guarantee anything Mom," Amber smirked. "I might just have to punish him all night."
"Your so bad," Lynn teased giggling into her glass.
"Well, just make sure he's aware enough for us to have our fun," Martha said waiting for her son to refute everything she said.
"I shall try," Amber said looking over at her brother. "Though, it be hard to give this up," she said squeezing his cock. "But I shall try," Amber said looking back to her mother.
"That's all I can ask," Martha said matching her daughter's smile.
"I'm going to go take a shower," Amber whispered softly into his ear as she leaned into him. "I'll give you an hour if you aren't in your room by then I shall hunt you down. Do you understand me soldier?" she asked her lips brushed against his ear.
"Yes ma'am!" Damien said with amused smirk.
"Good, don't disappoint your sister," Amber said her hot breath flowing along his skin. Her fingertips skimmed along his jaw as she moved passed humming happily as she approached the stairs.
"Well, what are you sitting there for Joshua? Get that ass upstairs and make love to my daughter that loves you more then you know," Martha said shooing him out of the room. "Lynn what do you think of Amber marrying your brother?" Martha asked when they were alone.
"Well, I guess I would be fine with it I guess. Would that mean we would have to give him up?" Lynn asked trying not to be jealous at her sister, or mother for suggesting it.
"Lynn I know you love him yet I think Amber sees it as more then sex. I think she truly believes they could have a real relationship. Don't misunderstand sweetheart I'm not saying we leave your brother. Just that we give Amber this chance. I have never seen her so driven when it comes to the opposite sex. I believe he has mended something within your sister. Something that we ourselves could never do for her. So while she maybe legally his wife on paper, we shall also be his common law wives. I doubt that man could maintain a relationship with out us around," Martha said joy swelled within her heart at the possibility of seeing her daughter marry.
"So we would be married to him as well just not in the eyes of the law?" Lynn asked trying to comprehend what her mother was saying. "Is that why you suggested the the two nights for each of us?"
"Yes," Martha said vigorously nodding her head. "This way we can maintain our relationship with Joshua. Plus, a wife will always want to the only one his mind during the act of love making. Though, on the seventh day we could give him sometime to himself, or we all can share in his body," Martha said smiling wickedly.
"Heavens forbid we leave him to his own devices," Lynn said matching her mother's smile. The thought of becoming Damien's wife sent a warm feeling throughout her body.
"Now you're thinking like a woman married," Martha chuckled.
"So shouldn't we pick out rings for us? When do think we should tell Amber? Where do you want to hold the wedding?" Lynn asked peppering her mother.
"I tell Amber in the morning after she has her fun with your brother. As for the wedding what do you think of having it here? Just us mind you, I don't know how the world would see our family marrying ourselves to Joshua. What do you say doing it on last day we are here? I can't think of a better stage of holding a wedding," Martha said recounting how Michael had only paid for the court to marry them off. Now though it would be only them in attendance Martha was determined to make theirs one to remember. "As for the rings," she said her index finger tapping the table. Her eyes glanced down at her ring finger seeing the white band missing the feel of the metal. "How about we go shopping after the art exhibit?"
"Sounds good to me, however, how about we get a head start," Lynn said smiling pointing over to the computer.
Steam bellowed out of his bathroom as Damien rubbed his towel through his hair. The waning sunlight highlighting the scars that marred his chest. The scents of strawberries and lilac drifted on the air. Slowly lowering his towel as he peaked over the edge.
"Hello Damien," Amber said her eyes running down his wet, clean body. Resting on her side her arm propping up her head as her naked body was on display for her brother. "Come to your woman Damien," she said beckoning him forward. "Make love to the woman that yearns to have you in her arms once again," she said seductively rising from her spot displaying her chest to him. Enticing Damien to pluck at her forbidden fruit. Biting her lip as she smiled as his towel jetted across the room. Watching how the sun danced across his body as he crawled across the bed. Gooseflesh rose as the pads of his fingers skimmed along her thigh. Giggling in joy as he slid her body beneath his. Her hand traced his face as she stared into his eyes. She knew without a doubt there in his bed, underneath his fleshly clean body was where she truly belonged. "Kiss me," Amber whispered her heart raced as his lips inched down.
Her body was on fire that tentatively kiss slowly grew into a roaring passion. Bring her arms up and around his neck sinking in that turbulent waves that burn through their joined bodies. Running her nails up and down his back as his right hand trailed along her left side. Breathing heavy as she came up for air. Arching her back as his thigh interweaved with hers. Her hands balling the comforter in her hands as Damien kissed down her neck. His lips plucking softly along her skin moaning as his delicate touch dance along her moistening lips. Her right hand gripped tufts of his hair as his lips captured her right breast.
"Yes, Damien taste every part of the woman that loves you," Amber moaned as her muscle's trembled as he teased the entrance of her paradise. "Yes!" she screamed out as his fingers penetrated her channel. Pushing his head down as Damien kissed down her stomach. "Taste me Damien, taste how sweet your little sister is," Amber cooed lifting her leg onto his shoulder. Gasping as she felt his hot breath along her overheated mound. Arching her back, her hands taking hold of his hair as he sucked gently on her clit. "Oh, Damien!" Amber cried out in ecstasy. She knew if he kept it up it wouldn't be long before he would taste her hot cream. "Fuck!" she yelled clapping her legs around his head. Grinding her hips on his tongue as it joined his tantalizing fingers. "Now it's my turn to take care of her man," Amber said before tossing him into his back.
"I may not be great at this," Amber said her breast teasing his leg as she straddled his left leg. "I'm hoping that you give me time to learn how to please you, brother," she said reaching out grasping his semi hard cock. "Because we are going to be together for a very long time Damien, and I want to learn everything I can about this body," Amber said slowly beginning to stroke his rod. "So you lay there and watch as your sister tales care of you," she said looking up at him posing his manhood just centimeters away from her lips. Smiling around his shaft as she heard his primal grunt as her mouth engulfed his rod. Slowly working her neck and head at first. Gradually getting the feel of servicing his manhood Amber knew she had to take her time. To learn every muscle tremble, every gasp, every reaction her tongue made on his sensitive head. Yet as his hands pressed on the back of her head she hoped that was his way of showing that he was enjoying it. "Cum in my mouth Damien I want to know how my man tastes like on my tongue," Amber commanded before returned to her task. The only warning she had was the bucking of his hips as his cock swelled in her hungry mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as his seed surged forth.
Sitting on her knees, tilting her head back so she wouldn't spill any of his salty treat. At first Amber had trouble dealing with the taste. Yet he had swallowed her cream without a word. She was determined to do the same. Swallowing it down in three trys her eye twitched, her cheek trembled at the strange foreign taste. However, she told herself she would grow to like it. She wasn't about to deprive her love anything that her body could provide for him.
"Now that we got the appetizers out of the way," Amber said smirking as she loomed over her brother. "I have a question that needs to be answered Damien," she said lowering her hips onto his deflating member. Running her throbbing wet lips along his cock hoping the sensation would reignite his fires. "You know I love you, how I want to be yours and only yours," Amber said running her hand up his chest ignoring his jagged scars. "Will you let me be the one that fills your heart brother?"
"Is that what you want to be with me like that?" Damien asked studying her.
"I know the others would say the something Damien. With all my heart I want to be your woman, your partner, your rock when you have the need for one," Amber said feeling cock lengthening beneath her. "So will you have me as a girlfriend maybe more down the road?" Damien remained silent for a moment contemplating her question. He knew he could never tell her what he did for a living. That would only get her and the rest killed if they knew the truth.
"If that is what you want Amber then I have no objections too being yours," Damien said watching her pleased smile spreading across her face.
"Good, then its time for you to return to your girlfriend's tight cunt," Amber said before positioning his head at her entrance. Smirking triumphantly as she watched his eyes rolled back. Gliding along his rod biting her lip as it stretched out her canal. Loving how his manhood fit so perfectly within her womanhood. Pondering if it knew all along that his cock belonged within it. Pushing herself up giving into the pleasure she felt building within her. Her moans echoing off the walls as her hips raised and lowered herself on his cock. Dragging her nails down his chest as her womb detonated. Flooding her canal, coating his cock as Amber plunged down on to his rod. "Fuck me Damien!" Amber screamed out pinching her nipples in her orgasmic bliss. "That's it brother pump that cock into your slutty sister!" she growled collapsing forward. Biting his shoulder as his hips sent his cock deep into her body. Ravishing his mouth forever locking them together as his spunk filled her womb.
To Be Continued.The Abandoned Son Ch. 04
Damien and the family get found out during their outing.
Amber rolled silently out of the bed she had just shared with Damien. She could still smell her sex in the air. For three hours she had made sure that he had filled both her mouth and her pussy with his hot seed. She wasn't one for anal she always thought that hole was meant as an exit and not an entrance. Amber never could understand some peoples fascination with it. Yet as she watched her sleeping bother as he rested so comfortably underneath those soft warm sheets. While she did love him, the events prior to her becoming his girlfriend would never leave her mind. The night her father forced himself into her room like a mad beast. Tearing at her clothes to try and take what he couldn't have. The insane look she saw in his eyes as she tried to fight him off as his fist pounded on her. The hurtful words he spat at her as he shook her violently when she failed to yield to his demands. The rushing of feet as Lynn came rushing into her room.
His annoyance filled grunts as Lynn jumped onto his back pounding his head with her fist. Then her mother rushing into her room adding her own blows as their father slapped Lynn across the face. The crashing of furniture as her mother fought valiantly against him. The shattering sound of her lamp as her mother bashed her father over the head knocking him out cold. Then her mother's frantic state as she ushered them out of that home they once shared before turning up at her uncle's place. The days she spent in fear as her father sat outside his house shouting insults at her, her mother, and her uncle and his family for hiding them from him. It was only when Maison exited his home with a drawn gun did her father high tail it out of there, and yet it didn't keep her father away for long. When Damien had told them he was going to pick up their mother from work since their father was pacing threateningly out side her office building. How her heart raced in fear as the hours passed and they hadn't returned. When her mother told her how Damien had disarmed and beaten their father so easily the feeling of relief and security washed over her in the first time in three years. She hoped her father would be behind bars for a very long time. Then there was that boy at the party. She knew soon she would have to appear in court to make sure he faced what was coming to him. Amber just hoped Damien would be there with her.
Amber didn't know why she felt so safe around Damien, yet she was glad she did; because if it wasn't for him she doubted she could ever be so strong. Slowly, closing his bedroom door she needed to speak with her mother. She knew that she too had gone through what had happened to her, although her mother never had anyone to save her from the man that forced himself onto her. So maybe her mother could help her deal with what still lingered in the back of her mind.
"Mom?" Amber said as she entered the kitchen as the dawning sun peeked over the horizon. Martha stood in front of the stove flipping over the current flapjack she was cooking for her small family.
"Yes dear?" Martha asked humming happily over the sweet smelling pancakes.
"Can we talk?" Amber asked sitting across from her twin sister.
"Of course dear!" Martha said, smiling sweetly at her daughter as she sat down the towering stack of pancakes. "Now what is it would you like to talk about?" she asked as she set the warm plate of bacon on the table that she had kept warm in the oven.
"Could you tell me about the time..."
"Amber, sweetheart what's going on?"
"Mom, I think she's talking about how you got pregnant with," Lynn said pointing to the ceiling.
"Oh? Umm, Amber, I don't think that's a suitable subject to talk about while we are having breakfast," Martha said nervously. She has never truly spoken at length about the fifteen-year-old boy that had raped her one warm spring day on her way home from school. Even after twenty-five years it was still a subject she dared not touch; because she could still feel his hands on her, his breathe on the back of her neck as he held her against the ground while he took her innocence.
"Please Mom!" Amber pleaded with her.
"Alright, first I want to know why you want to hear about a very dark time in my life?" Martha asked staring intently at her daughter.
"Because I want and need to know how you have dealt with it and came out rather stable from that ordeal."
"Honey," Martha said, reaching across the table taking hold of her hand. "Is this about that boy from the party?"
"And Dad too," Amber whispered trembling fearing at any moment her father would appear out of the shadows.
"What?!" Martha roared surging from her seat the her chair skidding a few inches behind. "Amber Kaylyn Edwards! You tell me right this moment what you meant by your father too?!" Unaware Damien had snuck down the stairs soon after Amber had left his bed. His jaw set fiercely as he leaned against the wall. It wasn't until he had decided to leave his grandparents home for the Army that his vile grandmother spat out 'that she didn't want a child of rape any longer in her home and she hoped he died far away from them', among the other vile things she levied against him throughout his childhood. It was a wonder that Damien had turned out so mentally stable: mostly.
Amber squirmed underneath her mother's gaze as she tried to get her tongue to work, "Since I was fifteen Dad's been trying to get me to do things to him," she said her voice sqeaked as she tried to hold back the emotions that she had kept buried for so long.
"Oh baby! Why didn't you tell me?" Martha asked rushing to her daughter's side, wrapping Amber in her arms placing a kiss on top of her head as Amber softly cried into her mother's chest.
"W-w-when y-you f-found him beating on Lynn. H-he tried rape me that night," Amber said through sobs and hiccups.
"Oh my god," Martha said, remembering what her son had asked her a week ago. How was it that he had noticed it while she the parent missed out on all the signs. She knew once they got home she would be telling the D.A. to add attempted rape charge's along with the attempted murder charge Michael was currently facing. "Baby? Did he?" Martha breathed out a sigh of relief as Amber shook her head.
"He almost did but Lynn came and saved me," Amber said. She would be eternally grateful to her big sister for saving her that night. "And so did you, Mom," she said, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother's waist.
"And I'd do it again," Lynn said fiercely.
"Oh, sweetheart, I wish I had known sooner so you would never have known the fear I felt when Brian Williams raped me."
"So you do know Damien's father's name," Lynn said in shock.
"Of course, I do. How could I not the man lived a few houses down from my mother's. Every day I had to see his face! Always smirking, always looking at me, always taunting me with that smug face of his! God, I just wish my parents believed me. But no! They believed that thrash that raped their own daughter then they did me, however, your uncle did beleive me though. The beating he gave Brian telling him if he ever caught him looking at me or near our house again he would kill him. Yet that was before I learned that I was pregnant with Joshua. Then... well I took my anger out on your brother for no fault of his own only that he was the child of the boy that had taken what wasn't freely given. The things I said about him and to him in my teenage years," Martha said, a single tear ran down her cheek wondering why she had been so cruel to a innocent child. It wasn't his fault that his father had raped her. It wasn't his fault of the hardships she had to endure in her teenage years, nor was it his fault she got attached to the wrong man either that was all her own doing.
No wonder she always saw the anger and hurt in his little eyes whenever she visited her mother and father. Then his disappearance whenever she brought Amber and Lynn over to visit their grandparents. Why hadn't she been more concerned with how her own son had practically disappeared whenever they were around? Why hadn't she shown that small boy the love a mother should have? Why did she allow her own anger to fuel her judgement when she left that house? Sighing inwardly, she knew the answer to those questions. It was because Damien looked far to much like his father. How could she ever blame him for the anger and the betrayal Joshua must have felt as he watched as she drove away with Michael. Then a sudden noise from the stairs stilled all three of their bodies.
"Fuck!" Damien cursed softly. He had wanted to retreat silently back to his room and contact a friend of his back at his agency. He never knew the name of his father. Now that he did, Damien was going to pay the man a special visit. It was because of him he had suffered. It was because of him he felt what no child should ever feel -- abandonment!
"Joshua!" Martha said, standing in the kitchen doorway as she viewed her son. Her feet propelled her forward, her body crashing into his as he held onto the banister for support. Her arms wrapped around his neck bringing her son into her warm embrace. "I'm so, so sorry baby! I know, I can never take back the words I said, nor how I left you so alone all your life," Martha said, her tears soaking into his bare chest. "No words can ever truly heal what I have done to you my sweet Joshua. I wasn't a very good mother to you and that's my own fault. I wish I could go back and redo it all, but I cant, I can't take back my words, the feelings you most have felt. The things that were said about you when you never did anything wrong baby. But I just couldn't look at you and see the boy that gave me you," Martha said, her lip trembled as her fingertips skim along his right cheek. "I'm not going to ask you for your forgiveness Joshua, I know that may be impossible for you to do. I just hope you can understand why."
"I-I do Mom," Damien said, patting her back as her hug tightened. In truth, he did understand how she felt. He had seen it far to many times at whichever base he was visiting on his tour. Women that had been raped either by their parent, an uncle, or some other family member. Forced to bring up the child they never wanted only to be raped again to expand their family line. The hatred he saw in their eyes as they looked at the children when they weren't looking. No mother should view their child as something that remaided them of their attacker.
"Are you hungry... of course, you are," Martha chuckled softly wiping away her tears, "Come. I've made pancakes for breakfast," she said, taking hold of his hand leading him towards the kitchen. "Sit," Martha said, holding out the chair at the end of the table. "You're a good man Joshua," she whispered into his hair as she kissed the top of his head. "Now everyone let's eat we have a big day ahead of us."
"Ring shoping?" Amber stared in confusion at her mother and sister. While they waited for Damien to get out of the shower so they could go view the art exhibit in town.
"Amber, sweetheart, we've talked about it," Martha said, glancing sideways at her eldest daughter. "And we want to marry Damien and we want you to be his legal wife," she said, smirking inwardly at Amber's gapping mouth.
"I don't know," Amber said nervously, her head was swimming. Sure she had just asked him to be her first boyfriend ever in her whole life. Yet was she really prepared to get married to him.
"I'm a little jealous sis, you get to be his true wife while we have to be his common law ones. However, if you don't what to I'll be more then glad to fill in for you," Lynn said teasingly.
"No!" Amber said a little to forcibly, "I mean... no, that won't be necessary sister," she said, sticking her tongue out at her. "Though Mom we don't have money for rings. Who's going to be paying for all of this?"
"I am," Damien said, startling the three of them as his crisp black suit jacket settled onto his shoulders. Martha, Lynn and Amber gasped as their eyes ran down the ironed white dress shirt noting how it contoured to his chest. His brass belt buckle shone in the soft light of the lamps. Martha bit lip as his pants hugged his legs, as she peered at her daughters she could see how his grand attire was affecting them.
"Oh my! Joshua, we are only going to an art exhibit there is no need for such... for such an outfit," Martha said, only to be elbowed in her side by Lynn. Not that she could blame her for it. Martha couldn't take her eyes off of her son.
"Damien? Are you trying to impress us?" Lynn asked rising from her spot on the couch. Now that it was their shared day she couldn't wait to have him all to herself. She felt a little undressed as her blue jeans hung onto her every curve as she approached him. "I do have to say it is working," Lynn purred as her hands ran along his obliques then up his back as she rose to kiss those tantalizing lips of his.
"And you're okay with marrying me?" Amber asked feeling her cheeks flooding with heat at his nod. "Do we have time to go dress shoping?" she asked with misty eyes.
"Sure, I'll put it on the to do list," Damien said, straightening out his cufflink before it fell off.
"Joshua, do the two of us not get kisses too?" Martha asked pouting. How her eyes flared in hunger as he beckoned them to him. Martha and Amber moaned wantonly as Damien squeezed their firm posteriors.
"Now shall we go?" Damien asked gesturing to the front door.
"I do hope I'll get to feel your hand on my ass too?" Lynn whispered into his ear. Her muscles rippled as his strong hand softly squeezed that soft muscle. "Mmm... brother, I do love it when your hands are on my body," she said, resting her head against his shoulder as they walked out the door together. Amber was waiting in the from passenger side seat as Damien held the rear door open for Lynn. "Why thank you," Lynn said, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Such a gentleman you have become."
Martha had forgotten when the last time her soon-to-be ex-husband held a door any door for that matter open for her. She did hope that she too would be on the receiving end of such displays. However, she did enjoy knowing that her son was taking them serious.
The privately own art gallery sat on a sandstone cliff over looking the rolling waves of the Mediterranean sea. It's white stucco facing was the canvas of the mural of vibrant colors of the flowering plants that covered the surrounding area. Four valets rushed out as Damien's car rolled to a stop underneath the covered entrance way. Handing each of the valets eighty euros (the equivalent to a hundred dollar tip), offering his mother and Amber his arms before walking up to the entrance of the art gallery.
"Mr. Richards, I presume?" the curator asked eyeing the women that hung onto him.
"Yes, I do appreciate you catering to my odd request so early in the morning," Damien said shaking the elderly man's hand.
"Not at all, not at all," the man said smiling warmly at Damien. He was more then willing to close the gallery for a few hours with what the man was offering. '10,000 euros wasn't something to pass up.' the man told himself. Plus the money would help keep the gallery open when the tourist season was over. If he had to cater to the whim of a mad rich man so be it. "Now I know you asked to have the gallery all to yourself, however, I must tell you my assistant -- Mary, here," the man said gesturing to the fiery red head to his right, "She shall remain should you have questions or when you wish to leave so she can lock up the gallery. I do hope you can understand?"
"Of course, of course," Damien said laying on the charm, "I wouldn't want to leave such wealth alone with strangers, that's just asking for trouble."
"Please, if you follow me," the woman said gesturing to the glass doors. "Now," locking the doors once they all were inside, "I shall be in the office when you wish to leave please press this buzzer," she said pointing to the button at chest height on the wall. "And the most important thing," she said leaning in. Her nostrils flared catching a whiff of the man's colonge. "Please don't touch the art."
"You did this all for us Damien?" Amber asked in awe.
"Yeah, what good is having money if you don't spend it every once in awhile?"
"Oh baby! I'm so glad you did," Martha said, turning his chin towards her. Placing a long lingering kiss upon his lips letting him know how much she appreciated it.
Unbeknownst to the four of them Mary watched the four of them on the security screens. The man was an enigma. How could he have three women just hanging onto him like that? Sure his car was expensive looking and the money he drop to get her boss to close the gallery also the rich material of his clothes; yet all that was nice, but that didn't explain why they were clinging onto him. Zooming in, her eyes were glued to his hands as they stood discussing the Picasso painting before them. Angling the camera down, her eyes zeroing in on how his hands dipped low watching the two women's reactions. Reaching over turning the volume up on the monitor.
"Mmm... Joshua," the older woman moaned. Mary arched an eyebrow she had thought his name was Damien.
"F-f... yes, harder!" the younger woman by his right side moaned. 'No, he couldn't possibly be doing that in public?' Mary asked herself. Quickly, looking over making sure there was a DVD in the drive to record everything. They only used the DVD when the gallery had guest the rest went onto the cloud server, should there be a break in during the night it was an easy task burning it to a blank disc.
"No fair!" Mary thought it had came from the woman to his right, yet no, it came from the woman who currently was pouting. Mary cocked her head to the side she hadn't noticed it earlier, but the more she studied the two younger women the more the similarities stood out.
"Twins?" Mary asked puzzled why two sisters would share the same man, "No, that's just to absurd to even think about," she said shaking her head.
"Damien, brother..."
"Brother!" Mary shouted cupping her mouth hoping they didn't hear her. "Wait! Are they all related?!" she asked the monitor as if it could ever answer her question. Yet she wasn't expecting the tingling sensation that flooded her womanhood as she continued to watch the display.
"Why am I the only one not being touched by you?"
"Lynn, you know your brother will make sure you're satisfied. Isn't that right my Joshua."
"Of course."
"Then," Lynn said sashaying over to him, "How about I take care this for you big brother?" she asked sinking down the length of his body.
"No! She wouldn't!" Mary gasped quickly switching to another camera fed that would give her a better view. "Oh my!" she cooed as Lynn needled Damien's cock from his pants. "Yes, suck on it!" Mary said nodding as Lynn slowly worked along then length of his shaft. "Does that cock taste good? Is that why you do that for your brother?" she asked squeezing her left breast through her shirt instinctively.
"Oh, Joshua you're going to make your mother cum!" Mary's mouth hung agape she just couldn't believe it. 'Was their entire family into incest?' Mary asked herself. She found herself strangely drawn in as her hands quickly pulled up the hem of her skirt. Placing her feet on the lip of the desk ripping open her pantyhose.
"Why am I getting wet from watching this?" Mary muttered shaking her head while licking her palm, "Fuck! I'm just as depraved as they are," she said as Lynn's head bobbed rapidly on Damien's cock. "That's it girl suck your brother's big cock!" Mary cooed as she rubbed her clit.
"Baby? Can we fuck?!" Martha purred.
"Yes! Fuck that bitch!" Mary hooted, "Use the bench you big hunk of handsome. Bend those women over it so I can watch," she said hungrily.
"Lay down," Amber said patting the bench. Mary's eyebrow twitched as the older woman placed Damien's coat along the arms of the statue closest to them.
"At least she didn't knock it over," Mary said in annoyance. Yet it didn't last long as her attention was drawn back to the squeaking of the leather that covered the bench. Mary watched as the three women looked quickly around before they shimmied out of their blue jeans.
"Baby, mama needs you to eat my throbbing cunt," Martha said as she stood at his head.
"Hop on." Mary felt her peach quiver at his words. 'Fuck! Why can't some man ever say that to me?!' she asked herself.
"Oh baby! Your tongue feels so good inside me!"
"I bet it does you lucky bitch," Mary muttered as her fingers skimmed along her labia. She watched at the twins took turns sinking that cock of his down their throats. Tilting her head, it appeared to her that Lynn was teaching Amber just how to do it right. "Oh, sweetheart, I'll be glad to come down and show you how it's truly done," Mary said, her tongue running along her lips.
"Since you had him all night sis, I'm going to be the first today," Lynn said, swinging her leg over Damien's hip. Clicking rapidly on zoom in button, Mary wanted to capture every second as his head penetrated her wet mound. "Fuck Damien! God, your cock feels so good inside of me brother," Lynn moaned loadly, as she slowly rose and lowered herself on his steel rod.
"Would you allow me to have a ride?" Mary asked the monitor as her fingers slipped into her canal.
"Fuck baby! Mama's going to cum again!" Martha yelled as she pinched her nipples.
"So Joshua or Damien, whatever you call yourself, does your mother's cunt taste good to you? Obliviously, it does seeing the look on her face. Is that tongue of yours that good that your own family members will fuck you?" Mary asked again hoping the monitor would answer her questions.
"Amber!" Lynn shouted as her twin leaned over sucking on her clit as she rode their brother, "Yes! Make me cum!"
"Fuck! Yes, lick that clit!" Mary shouted her fingers plunging in and out of her wet snatch. "How long have you naughty girls been eating out each other, hmm?" she asked as she pinched her nipple.
"Husband?" Mary stopped in her tracks a wicked grin spread across her face.
"Fuck! God, what a dirty, naughty, sinful family you have Mr. Richards," Mary chuckled, "I fucking love it!"
"Yes Amber?"
"Please taste your wife," Amber said, spreading her lips her juices glistening in the fluorescent lighting. Amber's body shuddered as her aching mound graced his lips.
"My turn," Martha said as Lynn came down from her orgasm. Licking her lips, as she viewed her son's juice covered cock. Martha leaned over her tongue twirling around his shaft as she clean off her son's hard cock.
"That's it Mom show that boy how it's really done!" Mary cooed as she felt another orgasm approaching. She could already feel the chair beneath her already soaked in her juices. How her pussy ached to be filled with something hard. She couldn't remember when anyone of her lovers were so daring to fuck her like Damien was pleasuring them in public; nor how he was obliviously making sure each one of them got off. The men she normally date were only after their own needs. Yet as she watched as his mother rode his cock like a pro how jealousy roared in her mind. She too wanted what was happening inside her own gallery. "Fuck it!" Mary grunted getting up from her chair. Kicking off her heels, tossing her skirt onto the back of the chair then her stain shirt soon followed after it. Using her pantyhose to wipe up her juices so that no one could tell what she had done. She wasn't going to allow them to get caught that is if that man gave her want she wanted. Her bare feet resounded as she raced across the cold hard concrete floor of the back store room as she raced towards the closest door to them.
Mary silently slip out, her breasts bouncing as she tiptoed through her gallery. Peering around the bust of Michaelangelo, her hunger flared as his mother's hips slammed down onto that delicious cock she had been watching.
"Well now, this isn't how one views our works of art!" Mary said, startling all four them as she stood naked before them. "My what a fucking naughty family fucking each other in public like this," she said, smiling wickedly at the ladies frightened looks. "If I was a better woman I would have called the local authorities, I still might. However, this is if you don't give me a ride on that cock that belongs your darling son," Mary said walking towards Damien's head, "What do you say big boy? Either you fuck me while they watch, or all four of you will know the prison cells here intimately. The choice is yours. Don't believe me," she said, pointing to the hidden cameras in the ceiling as she bent over him filling his view of her dangling breasts. "I have all the evidence I need to ensure you all spend quite a bit of time here; or you could simply fuck me."
"If he does this t-t-then you'll destroy the evidence?" Martha asked as she still had Damien's cock hilt deep inside her cunt.
"Heavens no! I just won't call the police is all. Plus why would I ever get rid of something so hot as mother and daughters fucking this stud that just happens to be your son, hmm?" Mary asked as her hands ran over Damien's chest. She felt something odd as she did. While she did feel his hard earned sculpted muscles, yet it felt as if something marred his skin. "So what do you say stud? You don't want to see you mother, and your sisters locked away do you? Fucking me isn't to much to ask now is it?"
"You take your hands..." Amber began to say only to be stopped by the woman's smirk.
"Off your husband? That is what you called your brother wasn't it Amber? Do you know a woman as pretty as you won't last long in prison, right? So why don't we just stop all this silliness shall we, because we all know your going to agree..." Her words stilled in her throat as Damien's hand wrapped around her neck.
"Becareful of who you speak to," Damien said darkly.
"Let the woman have a taste baby," Lynn said rushing to his side. She had seen that look once and once was enough when that would-be rapist tried to take Amber by force. "Please!"
"You sure?" Damien said looking over at her.
"Yes," Lynn said smiling, glad to see that she could soften that hard exterior of his.
"Fine. How do you want to do this?" Damien said, releasing his hold on her neck. Tapping Martha's hip, if he was going to fuck this woman that was blackmailing them he wanted to get it over with quickly. Plus he didn't think Martha, Amber and Lynn would enjoy being cockold.
"Protective aren't we?" Mary said rubbing her neck, "I can't say I don't blame you. Now you just lay there like a good little fuck toy, and I'll make sure to make you cum deep inside of me," she purred before claiming his lips. Her nails racked up his chest as his tongue rolled around hers. Mary had put most of herself into her work over the past three years since her divorce.
"Now be a good son and eat this pussy like you do your mother's," Mary purred as his muffled grunts reverberated along her mound. "Yes, get that tongue in that wet hole!" she moaned biting her lip loving how he lapped up her juices. "God! He is good at that isn't he?" Mary asked flashing the three a smirk. How she enjoyed the fiery looks in their eyes as she made the man they love service her. "Now to have a some of this," Mary said hungrily, as she stared at that wet hard cock of his. She made sure they could see how his tool disappeared into her mouth. Chuckling inwardly, when her mother and sister had to restrain Amber. "Behave dear, I'll have your brother back to you before you know it."
"I hope you choke on it!" Amber growled.
"Not a change," Mary said before bobbing quickly on his rod. She didn't know how he hadn't came yet with everything they had done. Now she was determined more then ever to have a taste of it, however, that would be after his cock had thoroughly fucked her, she told herself. "I think we've demonstrated that you can eat a pussy," Mary said, her body quaking as her womb went into meltdown. "Fuck yes!" she screamed out as her juices flood his mouth. Smiling up at the camera, she had positioned it so she could get a good recording of her fucking his cock.
"So how does my pussy taste, hmm?" Mary asked coyly over her shoulder as she positioned his head at her entrance.
"Let's just get this over with," Damien said, spitting out the woman's pussy juice onto the floor.
"Damien, you cum quickly so we can go," Amber said, shoting the woman a look so evil that it could peel paint.
"Oh darling, I promise you this won't be quick," Mary said, leaning back resting her hands on the bench. Making sure the cameras caught how his cock glided in and out of her cunt. Smiling wickedly at the spot on the ceiling spreading her labia so it would an even better view.
Mary had drawn out this ploy for over an half an hour. Making sure at she had thoroughly drenched Damien's cock. Now her thighs ached in over use, her arms trembled from exhaustion, her chest glistened in her sweat as she felt his cock swelling within her canal.
"Mmm, see that wasn't so bad was it," Mary said, blowing Damien a kiss over her shoulder as his cum sat so perfectly in her womb. "Well, I've had a lovely time, you can have your man back," she said, taunting Amber one last time before she left rather satisfied and full of cum. Mary sat in her chair swinging back and forth sucking on her finger as she replayed the DVD, enjoying the taste of his cum on her tongue as she watched herself fucking that cock of his. A little sadden that they were gone because she could go for another spin. She wondered if she could find out just where that man was staying, yet she doubted she could. Sighing to herself as she placed the disc into it's then tucked it safely into her purse, going through the mainframe one last time making sure no traces of the video was left. She always kept her word. Maybe, just maybe with this she might earn herself another spin, if only she could find him once again.
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"The rings can wait I'm taking us home so I can get that woman's stink off of you," Martha said, as she sped down the Italian streets. She always wanted to do this, yet not when another woman's cunt was staining what was rightful theirs. Though she was a little surprised to see Amber's reaction. She could have sworn her daughter was going to rip that woman's face off.
"She didn't hurt you did she, Damien?" Lynn asked rubbing his arm. It was her idea that lead to all of this. She would hate herself if that woman did something that harmed her brother.
"No, why?" Damien asked his hand held on tightly to the door handle due his mother's reckless driving habits. He had survived fire fights in the poppy fields of Afghanistan, hand to hand combat in the jungles of the Amazon, and numerous other black ops around the world. Yet he feared it would be her driving that would be the cause of his downfall.
"I just couldn't forgive myself if she did," Lynn said wrapping him in a loving hug.
"I can't believe that woman! Hands all over my boyfriend!" Amber growled.
"Wait, did I get demoted?" Damien asked shooting his half sister a smile.
"N-n-no..." Amber said blushing hard, "It just slipped out," she said quickly turning away.
"Hey," Damien said tugging on her sleeve, "Don't ever lose that fire Amber, it makes you very hot," he said drawing out the word. He was pleased to see this side of her. He knew she had spent to much time trapped in that shell of hers. Damien just hoped he would never be on that side of it.
"D-do you really think so?" Amber asked.
"I wouldn't have said it if I did mean it Amber," Damien said winkingbat her. He just couldn't understand why that these three women had such a calming effect on his troubled heart. Yet as those lustrous blue eyes of hers fell upon him those horrible memories seem to fade away. However, he knew they would always be there nothing could truly take those away, although they did make it to were the retorts of the muzzle blast and the crackling of the mortar shell were beginning to slowly faded into the background.
"Well, you go get washed we shall wait here," Martha said closing the front door of the Villa. A smile of content spread across her face as she watched her son drifting up the stairs. Not seeing Amber sneaking off behind her back to use the back stairway.
Amber stood at the side of the bed she and Damien had shared. Her fingers running along the comforter looking towards his bathroom. She hated how that woman had blackmailed them just because she loved being with her brother. Was it her fault she had fallen for him? Amber didn't think so. When Damien had defended her when that woman had threatened her with prison how it made her heart flutter. Sucking on her lower lip, Amber knew there was only one way to get that woman out of his mind.
Amber stood there watching the silhouette of her brother as he shower. Quickly, looking at herself in the mirror as the steam began to fog up the glass. Staring at her naked body, Amber didn't know how she had done it, yet she was proud to have caught his eye. Snatching the shower curtain aside, Amber smiled sinfully as her eyes ran down his wet naked body.
"Well, you do know how to keep your wife hungry," Amber purred as she stepped into the shower. The hot water bouncing against her back as Damien closed the curtain. "Mmm, Damien, do you know much you tug at my heart?" Amber asked as her hands ran up his chest. "Brother? Tell me how you got this scar?" she asked as her thumb ran along the long scar that ran diagonally a few inches below his right hip to his inner thigh. All the while, Amber stared lovingly into his dark hazel eyes.
"A very wiry Columbian cartel soldier got lucky with his knife," Damien said, trying to keep his arousal from showing.
"What about this one?" Amber asked holding his hand in her left while her fingers traced along the scar that marred the back of his right hand.
"A foolish childhood decision that lead to a few hours in the ER. Not that our grandmother cared, I had to walk five miles just to get a few stitches. Oh, how she bitched and wailed when the cop that the hospital called to drive me home stood at her door. Saying she didn't know etc. etc., yet the moment the officer left I didn't hear the end of it. I looked up at that old face of hers and told her, 'If she was so goddamned worried about what the neighers would think. She should have gotten off her fat muumuu wearing ass and drove me then.' Though that did earn me a few nights of no dinner," Damien said shrugging his shoulders, "But she barely gave me enough food as it was so I learned how to be sneaky."
"I see," Amber said, wondering how the two of them could have so different an experience with the same person. Whenever they visited her grandparents she and Lynn were always treated warmly. Yes, she knew her grandmother had a temper, she had seen it a few times; yet never as cruel as Damien made her out to be. "How about this one?" Amber asked tracing along the scar that ran from the corner of his left eye down to the tip of his cheek bone. While feeling the heat of his erection soaking into the skin of her stomach.
"A rather drunk Marine was getting a little to handsy with one of the female Army officers at this bar off base in Japan. I didn't throw the first punch I simply told the man it would be wise for him to leave and sleep it off before he faced discipline. Yet it seemed the many drinks he had thought for him. This," Damien said. The tip of his finger tracing along the scar. "Was from the beer bottle he smashed against the bar."
"What was your rank soldier?" Amber asked sensuously, while her hand softly stroked his phallus.
"Staff Sargent, ma'am," Damien said smirking.
"Well then, Sargent!" Amber said, pressing her breasts against his chest, "Your wife stands naked before you, what is the first thing you do?" Her heart raced as the palm of his hand ran along her right cheek. Her nerves were on edge as Damien slowly pulled her to his lips. Her hands found their home on his hips as she sank into that wondrous bliss. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as his fingers skimmed down her spine. Moaning into his mouth as his hand cupped her ass. Amber always dreamt this was how it would be when she kiss the man she had fallen in love with. She knew how foolish it sounded in her mind, yet given how she spent the past three years in fear of the man that was supposed to raise and guide her; not torment, harass and beat her when she would never give her father what he wanted. It was her hopes and dreams that a real man would show her what had been missing in her life. As her eyes slowly opened as Damien's lips tentatively eased away from hers as if they could never get enough of her lush lips. She knew he was that man. "Damien, make love to me."
Her breathe filled her lungs to the brim as she felt his lips tracing along her skin. Her fingers held onto his arms as they sought out every inch of her skin in their quest to truly know the woman before him. Her heart throbbed in her heart as Damien kissed up the right side of her neck then along her trapezius. Amber felt a rush flooding her womb as Damien kissed along the tops of her breasts. A sinful moan escaped her lips as he explored every inch of her heavenly orbs.
"Yes," Amber purred low as his lips teased her right nipple then the left. Biting her lip, as Damien's middled finger danced along her velvety pink labia teasing her honey pot to no end. Amber had to fight back her orgasm from erupting, yet Damien tenderly rubbed her clitoris making that quite impossible. "Oh god! Yes brother! You're making me cum!" Amber yelled out as her womb sent a torrent of her juices down her canal. She could feel her slickness coating her thighs mixing with the hot water before seeking out the drain. "Ah fuck!" Amber gasped as two of his fingers penetrated her mound. She hugged her brother tightly for fear that her trembling muscles would refuse to support her. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Amber begged. She desperately wanted to coat those exploring fingers of his in her cream.
"I wasn't planning on it." Damien chuckled from around his sister's breast.
Amber braced her hands against the tile wall as she peered over her shower at her gorgeous brother. He had given her another two orgasm as he explored her body. Now as the hot water pounded on her back she eagerly presented her ass to him. Letting him see how her womanly mound waited for him to fill it with that hard tool of his. Sucking in a breathe, as she felt the head of his cock running through her saturated lips.
"Show your wife what she's been missing since she foolishly left your bed this morning," Amber cooed blowing Damien a kiss.
To Be Continued...The Abandoned Son Ch. 05
Sex, a wedding, and murder, what more can a hit man want.
"Oh Joshua!" Martha cooed softly in the early morning hours. She had awakened rather horny, and Damien was all the more willing to see to her needs. "You like that pussy don't you, baby?" she asked keeping her voice down. She had no wish to awaken her daughters while she fucked her son. This was her night, a night she might add had been one blissful event after another aside from the woman from the museum. The rest of the day turned out so spectacular even that event couldn't sour her mood. "Your mother is always going to take care of you like I should have when I was younger," Martha said lovingly as she looked down at Damien.
"Does that include the two o'clock fucking?" Damien asked his hands resting on her hips as his mother rocked on his cock.
"Oh yes! I can't allow this wonderful cock of yours to go to waste when my sweet cunt is all the more willing to entertain it," Martha said through ragged breathes as she softly kissed him. "Plus I didn't hear any complaints when I eased this cock into my pussy that you're currently stretching," she said moving her hips faster to bring her son over the edge.
"Well..." Damien began to say only to bite his lip against the sensation of his mother's cunt.
"Oh, are you about to cum, baby?" Martha asked teasingly. "That's okay my sweet boy, cum inside of me, Joshua. That is where your delicious cum will always belong," she said squeezing her folds, all so she could feel her son's spunk filling her eager womb.
"Joshua? Would you mind if we each went separately to get our dress' and rings?" Martha asked as she rest against him. Her cheek nuzzling his shoulder as her mind became enthralled by how her body hummed after their love making.
"Sure," Damien said yawning.
"Good," Martha said looking up at him. Inching towards his lips, her breasts brushed along his chest as she kissed him softly. "Now you go back to sleep we have a big day ahead of us," she said looking into her son's eyes as she reached over to switch off the light.
"Damien?! How does this dress make me look?" Lynn asked doing a slow twirl as she stood on the raised platform.
"Beautiful," Damien said his eyes ran down his half-sister's body.
"Really?!" Lynn said blushing hard as she looked down at him. "If say this was our honeymoon what..." Yelping as Damien plucked her off of the platform. Giggling as he held her aloft, her hands rested on his shoulders as she stared down into his eyes. Her body trembled it brushed against his as Damien sat her down. Her heart raced, her nerves were on edge as his right hand brushed along her left cheek weaving through the strands of her hair inching her lips closer to his. Her eyes fluttered, a soft moan filled her mouth as their lips touched. Pressing her body against her brother's as she sank into their kiss. Neither heard the seamstress entering the room, clearing her throat causing the two of them to jump.
"I didn't mean to intrude," the middle age woman said with a thick Italian accent. "But if you wish for this dress to be ready in such a short time, I'm going to have to ask the two of you to save that for later."
"When she's gone, I'm going to take you around the world in the changing room," Lynn whispered lustfully into his ear.
"So young lady it's a big day for you," the woman mumbled around the pins in her mouth.
"Mmmhmm," Lynn nodded as she ran her hands down her chest. Loving how the dress lifted up her small breasts. Winking at Damien in the mirror seeing how his eyes lingered on her cleavage.
"Are you ready to be a wife to that handsome man?" she asked in a low whisper.
"Oh yes," Lynn nodded vehemently, "Damien, is everything I could ever hope for," she said dreamily.
"I was like you all bright eyed when I was proposed to," the woman chuckled, "I do hope he won't turn out like the ass I was married to. A pretty young lady shouldn't have a problem keeping that man home and not bed hopping like...well that's neither here or there," she said pinning the hem of her dress.
"My Damien is a good man," Lynn said looking directly at him in the mirror, "I trust him to tell me if there was another woman that he fell for," she said knowing that wouldn't ever be the case. Not when she, her sister, and mother would be forever sharing his bed and heart.
"Well, I do hope the two of you have a happy life with one another," the seamstress said pinning the hem of the dress a few aches above Lynn's ankle.
"Oh, I plan on making sure my Damien has everything he will ever need at the house," Lynn said with all serenity she could muster.
"Spoken like a wife-to-be," the seamstress chuckled, "there that should do it," she said adding the last pin. "Now, I should have the dress ready by Thursday, will that alright with you?"
"That will be fine," Damien said unzipping his sister's gown.
"Then I shall leave the two of you be," the seamstress said with a coy smile.
"Now, that she is gone," Lynn send standing before her brother in a pearl white lace bra and panties. Placing her hands on her hips, smirking at her brother knowing how her lips hungered for his. "Damien, your sister needs to feel your kiss," Lynn said running her hands up his chest. Enjoying the feel of his hard muscles underneath her touch. Standing on her toes, her lips inching ever closer to his. Her nerves were on fire as she felt his hands brushing along her shoulder blades, her eyes flaring as Damien slyly unhooked her bra. She tried to hide how her body trembled as Damien gently brushed the straps off of her shoulders. Her tongue rolled inside of his mouth tasting the man she had fallen in love with. Her mind flashed back to the first time she had met her half-brother. To the time where she had given her virginity to him. To the other day where he made love to her on the lap of a statue of some long-forgotten goddess. Each time that she was in his arms it only reinforced the fact that she had made the right decision.
None of the boys she had dated before their flight from her former home ever made her feel so wanted, so desired, so irresistibly drawn to them like she was with Damien. She knew he was hiding something from them. Like how he could afford the villa they were staying at or afford that mansion of his. However, whatever it was she prayed it wasn't too dangerous. She didn't know what she'd do if something were to happen to Damien. Although she did know one thing there would never be another man like Damien. She doubted anyone could ever truly replace him.
Lynn moaned into her brother's mouth as the pads of his fingers skimmed along her swollen lips as he reached in-between her ass cheeks. Softly biting down on Damien's lower lip as her labia parted as he ran his middle finger along her moist slit.
"Damien, I doubt we have much time. So fuck me hard and fast," Lynn said in a wanton purr. Yelping in surprise as he grabbed hold of her ass cheeks lifting her off the floor. Feeling the fabric of her panties sliding off to the side as she wrapped her legs around her brother. Hearing the sound of his zipper lowering as Damien held her aloft. Sucking in a breath as he ran the head of his cock through her lips before she sank down on that hard pole of his. Her eyes fluttered as that steel rod filled her to the brim. Feeling her slickness coating that hot, hard phallus of his as Damien lifted and lowered her in quick plunges.
"Yes, fuck me brother," Lynn whispered hungrily, "fuck yes! God, I love this cock of yours, Damien," she hissed low. Her lips captured his to keep her moans from alerting those that worked in that bridal shop. Although she doubted, they couldn't smell the sex that was filling the air of their store. She was just glad she had someone like Damien to love, to cherish, to hold throughout their long years they would have together she hoped and prayed. "Now come on soldier and fill your sister's womb with that hot spunk of yours," Lynn commanded hearing her juices dripping down onto the floor.
"We're home!" Lynn called out joyously as they entered the villa.
"Damien!" Amber shouted in joy as she rushed into his arms as the front door closed behind him. "I've missed you!" she said rubbing her cheek against his chest as she hugged him tightly. "Please tell me it's my turn now?!" Amber asked looking up at him. Her eyes studying that handsome face of his. Knowing how splendid it looked planted in-between her thighs. Also how well her hot pussy juice looked when it was dripping off of his chin when he came up for air.
"Sure," Damien said looking down at his watch.
"Damien, before you leave again there's something that I wish to talk to you about," Martha said wiping her hands dry after washing the dishes they used after their meal.
"Okay," Damien said eyeing his mother.
"Amber, if you would," Martha said touching her daughter's shoulder lightly, "I shall try not to take too much time with him," she said shooting Amber a coy smile.
"Okay," Amber pouted as she pulled away, "just don't take all day," she huffed crossing her arms. "I want to see Italy with my man, alone," Amber said emphasizing the last word eyeing her sister and mother.
"Amber, don't be mad, there is enough of Damien to go around," Lynn said eyeing her half-brother lustfully. Feeling her nipples harden as her pussy throbbed as his cum dripped onto her panties.
"Yes, your brother is fit enough to keep up with our growing appetite," Martha said salaciously. While she no longer feared the unwanted pregnancy due to having her tubes tied after her twins were born. Yet the idea of carrying her own son's child had crossed her mind a few times since she had taken her son as her lover. She was a little envious and jealous of her daughters that they would get to experience the thrill of carrying their love child in their wombs. Nonetheless she was excited to become a grandmother. She just hoped that nothing would ever happen to them.
"True," Amber sighed her hand lavishing on Damien's taut chest.
"Come with me Damien," Martha cooed reaching for her son's left hand. Leading Damien across the villa away from the prying ears of her daughters. Damien huffed as Martha pushed him against the wall. Her tongue darting into his mouth as her hands traveled up his chest. Hooking her left leg around his right as Martha sank into the bliss of that passionate kiss. "God, Damien," Martha said breathlessly, "why do you have to be so irresistible to me?" she asked only wanting to strip off her clothes and allow her son to pound her into oblivion.
"I have no clue," Damien said wondering why they all wanted him.
"I'm not complaining though," Martha said pressing her breasts into his chest. Hoping that he noticed that she wore no bra. Praying that her son would want to cradle those lonely orbs in his strong hands to see how her body reacted to his touch. "When our vacation is over, I do wonder how we are going to act around other people. I-myself-doubt I'd be able to keep my hands to myself when you're around. Especially if you ever come back to my office. I can't have Shannon - the office slut - thinking she can ever have you," Martha said nibbling on his chin. "I know what that glow that surrounds my daughter means, Damien. Did you enjoy fucking her teenage pussy? Did her brother make her moan as you ram this hard cock into her tight little cunt?" she asked rubbing Damien's groin. "I know I woke you up a few hours ago, and that you allowed me to sate my own hunger of this wonder lust thing you call a cock," Martha said giving that soft phallus a soft squeeze. "Yet I long to feel you filling me up once..."
"Mom! It's been five minutes how much longer are you going to take?!" Amber shouted from the entrance way of the villa eager to spend time alone with her brother.
"I guess I must wait," Martha sighed into Damien's chest as she pressed her forehead against it. However, that didn't stop her from exploring the man in her arms. "Do hurry back my sweet boy, I too want my own private time with you out there in this beautiful country," Martha cooed sweetly before kissing her son.
"There you are!" Amber huffed crossing her arms. "I thought I might have to come rescue you from mother," she said sticking her tongue out at her mother.
"Amber, you best stick that tongue back inside that mouth or I will put it to use," Martha said devilishly.
"Oh?! Did you enjoy your daughter eating you out?" Amber asked over her shoulder as she looped her arm around Damien's.
"Mmmhmm," Martha said nodding. A smirk graced her lips at Amber's reddening cheeks.
"Come Damien," Amber said lovingly her hand traced down his muscular arm. "I know Mom wants her own time with you as do we all. Yet I'm going to enjoy whatever time I get with my future husband," she whispered standing on the tips of her toes placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Oh my!" Amber said in awe as she stared down at the rows of engagement rings that lined the black velvet cloth in the display case. With her own dress taken care of before visiting one of the many jewelry shops that populated that Italian town. Her eyes darting wildly uncertain on which style, which setting, which stones to choose from. Chewing on her lip as her heart raced not knowing what to do.
"What about this one?" Damien asked pointing down at the four-carat blood red ruby with a ring of one-carat diamonds surrounding it with a row of half-carat diamonds lining the palatium band.
"But aren't you supposed to buy me a diamond engagement ring?" Amber asked with uncertainty.
"Not necessarily dear," said the high-pitched salesman as he walked towards them, "An engagement ring can be anything it's the diamond houses that wants you to believe such things."
"Plus," Damien said looking over at Amber, "rubies are far rarer than diamonds are."
"No they aren't," Amber said argumentatively.
"It takes moving mountains to make a sapphire, and rubies are the rarest of the sapphires whereas it only takes pressure to make a diamond," Damien said with a slight smile.
"Your fiancé is correct sapphires are indeed rarer than diamonds," the salesman beamed at the both of them.
"Plus I would think you'd what to show up the other two," Damien whispered into her ear hinting at the two-carat diamond ring he had bought Lynn an hour ago.
"True," Amber said wiggling her nose at her brother, "just make sure they don't get bigger rings then mine is. Your wife should have the biggest ring of them all," she said feeling her cheeks heat seeing the mischievous light in her brother's eyes.
"Of course, I can't have the three of you fighting over who has the best rings now can I?" Damien asked giving Amber's hand a gentle squeeze.
"No we can't," Amber said snuggling up to her brother.
"Would the lady like to try it on?" the salesman asked.
"Yes please," Amber nodded. Watching as the man removed the ring from the case, her skin prickled as the cold metal slid along her finger. Pouting when the ring sat too loose on her left ring finger.
"Don't worry dear," the man said patting Amber's hand, "it's no trouble for us to resize the ring," he said smiling at her.
"Really?"
"Oh yes, all we have to is find out your size young miss. Just give me a minute to find our sizing rings," the man said squatting down behind to the counter. "Ah. Here we are," the man said coming up from behind the counter with a ring full of plastic sizing rings. "Lets just slide this off," he said taking the ring off of her finger. "A number five excellent then we won't have to make a new ring. It be a simple matter for our jeweler to resize this for you," the man said smiling warmly at Amber.
"Damien? Will you buy it for me?" Amber asked looking up at her brother.
"Of course," Damien said placing his hand on the small of her back.
"Excellent choice sir," the man said with a nod, "may I ask, when would you like for this ring to be ready by?" he asked writing down notes for their instore jeweler.
"By Thursday," Damien said matter-of-fact.
"Such a rush we will need to add on an extra two hundred euros," he said looking up from the paper, "I do hope that will be all right with you?"
"Yes, it will," Damien said with a nod.
"Now will this be cash or..." Before the man could finish his sentience, Damien's credit card appeared in-between his fingers. "If the two of you give me just a moment."
"Damien, one of the days you'll going to have to tell me just where you are getting all of this money," Amber sighed happily as she snuggled up to her brother.
Damien knew he could never truly tell them what he did. To do so would put them in far too much danger. The company he worked for wouldn't hesitate to end their lives if they ever knew the truth. It was fine for him, he knew the risks. Yet he couldn't and wouldn't drag his family into the shady world in which he lived. Even now he was sure they had eyes on the long-forgotten members of his family that had come to occupy his home. It was the reason he was never going to explain what he did for a living to them. It was safer that way.
"If you would sign here sir?" the salesman said laying the receipt and the ball point pen onto the glass display case. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said looking at Amber, "is there anything you wish to inscribe onto the wedding bands?"
"Yes!" Amber said gleefully before snatching the pen from Damien. Placing her body in the way so that Damien wouldn't be able to see what she wrote until their rings were made. She wanted that to be a surprise for their wedding.
"Well, now that I have both of your ring sizes, I'll give you a call once they are ready for your big day," the man said smiling at them as he shook each of their hands.
Amber gazed out onto the shore line, her hair fluttering around her, resting her chin in her hand as she enjoyed the quiet drive along the Italian shoreline. With their visit with the man which she suspected got his license over the web. She didn't care as long as she was legally married to Damien. Plus she had a feeling Damien wanted to keep their marriage as low key as they could. So she didn't complain when he agreed to pay the man's outrageous price. Then again, she did have a feeling with the man being so unknown whatever was on her brother's mind that no one would ever be able to trace the man back to them.
"Damien?" Amber said looking over at him watching how the Mediterranean sun played along his body.
"Hmm?" Damien mumbled turning down the radio.
"Whatever it is that you're worried about, promise me that you'll come back to me(us)," Amber said reaching over taking hold of his hand. "I don't know what you think may come to pass, and I know you aren't telling us everything about you. I know you probably have reasons to keep that a secret. Just please don't do anything that takes you from me," she said her thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand. "I wish you could tell me I am going to be your wife here in a few days, but I know you have your reasons. I know you're doing what you think is best to keep us safe, and I'm happy that you are. You don't know how happy I am that you are thinking of us in such a way. I know your life has never been easy, never been joyful, never knew what a family is supposed to be like. I just want you to know I'm going to do everything I can to make sure from now on you know what a family is meant to be," Amber said leaning over placing a kiss on Damien's cheek. "Now my handsome soldier take your sister to that beach and fuck me," she whispered wantonly into his ear as she pointed at the hidden cove.
Amber's hair whipped wildly as she giggled being chased by Damien around that empty beach. Sand flew through the air as she taunted her brother with her eighteen-year-old body. Doubling over in laughter as the wind sent her shirt right into Damien's face. Playfully beating her fist against his back as Damien plucked her off the sand placing her on his shoulder. Her eyes went wide as Damien's hands spread her ass cheeks exposing her chocolate starfish, and her youthful mound to the ancient heavenly gods. Her cheeks heated as he played her ass like the bongos. Yet underneath that embarrassment a smile formed on her shapely lips knowing he was only teasing her. Biting her lip as his fingers playfully danced along her labia. A soft moan escaped her lips as those hungry pink labia parted. Her nails scrapped along his back as his middle finger sunk into her glorious peach.
"Yes Damien, feel my insides, feel how wet my pussy gets when you're around," Amber said before kissing along one of the scars that marred his back. Wondering if it was one of the shrapnel wounds or from the time when he was tortured. "Harder Damien, make me feel those fingers for days," she moaned as he added another then another when she wasn't satisfied with only two. Growling in frustration when his pants failed to yield to her will. "Fuck!" Amber shouted out feeling her juices flowing down her dance floor then down onto Damien's shoulder. "No more teasing! It's time you fuck your wife," she said trying to wiggle out of his hold.
"You listen here mister," Amber said sternly poking her brother in the chest, "no decent husband stands there still somewhat clothed when his wife is nearly naked. Now strip!" she said taking on the tone of a Drill Sergeant.
"Yes ma'am!" Damien said snapping to attention. Saluting his make believe commander with a sly smirk. Trying not to chuckle at his half-sister's stern yet hungry demeaner.
"Well soldier, I'm waiting!" Amber said with a lustful glint in her eye. A lascivious purr emanated from deep within her chest, her fingers sensuously trailed down her bare chest as she watched his scared hands undoing the buckle of his belt. "Yes, that is what your wife should see when she stands before you in nothing but a bra and panties," she said licking her lips at the sight of her naked brother. "Now come and claim the woman that you are to be wed," Amber said beckoning Damien to her. Yelping in surprise as Damien carried her towards the water. Mocking horror, playfully beating on his chest as the salty water rose the further, he went in. Her skin heated, her breath grew still as she felt his fingers slowly pulling down her panties. Watching as those soggy undergarments went sailing through the air landing not far from where he had left his pants behind.
Their bodies boobed in the surf as waves lifted and lowered them. Her hand trailed down his chest, Amber gazed into her lover's dark hazel eyes knowing not a care in the world as Damien held her close. For two years she had only known fear. For two years she had suffered in silence as her father tried to have something that wasn't his to take. Now, as she was held in those strong arms of the man that had saved her from her own rape. Showing that not all men were out for one thing. That there were those that would put themselves on the line to ensure fiends got what they deserved. Amber knew true peace. Her left hand brushed along his cheek, her fingers weaving through his raven hair. Watching those salt laced droplets fell onto his skin, running down his body before rejoining its brethren. Her lips inched closer to his, feeling her heart racing; however, this time it wasn't out of fear of the man that sired her. No. Its frantic beat was of a woman that finally felt safe. That now she no longer had to hide her sexuality. Didn't have to worry about whether or not her father would slip into her room one night and rape her. No. Not with Damien, with Damien she felt those days were long over.
Sinking deeper into their embrace loving how the two of them fit so perfectly together. Reaching below the waves stroking his rod, lifting herself up moving her womanhood over that broad head. Their noses touching as Amber looked into her brother's eyes. She knew Damien would never push her into something she didn't want, and she so wanted this. Feeling her labia parting praying her brother loved the feel of her inexperienced pussy. Watching how his jaw clenched as her tight little cunt eased down onto that hard rod. Wrapping that fine tool in her hot moist folds. Allowing the waves to do most of the work as that salty brine lifted her body, all so that she could enjoy feeling her brother's cock surging in and out of her canal.
"I love you Damien," Amber said feeling the words slip from her lips. Her eyes fluttering feeling her womb quivering on the verge of an orgasm. "I know you may not know what love is, and that's okay, I can wait for you to say those words. When you feel them in here," she said placing her hand over his heart. Loving how his hands felt on her ass as her thighs burned in exertion as she plunged herself down onto that pole of his. Wondering how the ancient gods of the sea would take to the fact that her cream was mingling with their once vast domain. "For now I can live with the fact you are mine, and I'm not going to ever let you go," Amber said knowing her ovulation had just started. Wondering if her brother would be opposed to starting their own family. "Damien, make sure you cum inside me, okay? I want those little soldiers of yours to find their target," she said dropping a vague hint.
"Oh?" Damien asked arching an eyebrow.
"Mmmhmm," Amber nodded before kissing him, "don't you want to?"
"Never thought about it Amber," Damien admitted. For so many years he had thought he would have stayed single for the rest of his life. Yet ever since that night when his own mother came into his room after his mind replayed past battles that left their ever lasting mark on his mind and body. Those horrific memories seemed to lessen the longer they were around. While his mind still replayed the events of how he came to be the type of man he was. However, the very presence of his sister and oddly his mother had slowly started to lessen those terrible memories hold on him. Damien would never forget his brothers. They would forever live with him. Although, what his mother had told him on their first day at the villa was true. They would want him to move on, and not let what happened to him to hold him back. "This," Damien said pulling Amber close slowing their movements yet still making love to his half-sister, "I've never thought was ever going to be. I have and will do things that keeps me from truly being a part of society. It keeps me from this from ever happening for me."
"But I am here now, do you still feel that way?" Amber asked glad that Damien was being so open with her.
"Sometimes yes," Damien admitted, "although not so much since...well since this," he said squeezing her gently.
"Oh?" Amber said her eyes lighting up at the fact that she could bring some sense of calm to his troubled mind. Her hands tightening around his arms, biting down on her lip trying to keep herself from cumming and ruining the moment that they were sharing. Yet her body wouldn't heed her command, her back arched, her breasts brushed against his jaw as the sun's rays bathed them in its acceptance of their union. "Now give your sister the creampie she's been hungering for since last night," Amber said rocking faster in Damien's arms. Knowing they couldn't be floating in the ocean for much longer without drawing attention to their parked car along the road. Hugging Damien tightly as she felt his semen flooding her womb. Praying to whomever was listening that one of his swimmers would find the egg that awaited it.
"So, my turn then?" Martha asked leaning against the wall wearing a thin red dress. Its neck line plunging down to her naval allowing her son to view her the valley of her breasts and the sides of her breasts. Her silky smooth thighs showing through the slits of the dress, her red pumps matching the sexual feeling she has felt since Damien had become her lover. She didn't know why her own son made her feel so sexy, nonetheless, she wasn't going to fight it either. "Good," Martha cooed her ruby painted lips curved into a tantalizing smile. Her nostrils flared smelling the hints of the sea on Amber's skin as her daughter passed before turning to enter the kitchen.
"Damien," Amber said peering over at her brother watching how her mother's hands lavished on his chest. "I do hope what you said is true, and I hope in the years to come that still reminds true. We will need you know this," she said causing her mother to looked at the two of them in confusion. "You knew what it was like not growing up with a parent that didn't love you. Ask yourself if you want the same thing all over again, and if you would wish that upon...," she said stopping herself, placing her hands over her stomach before entering the kitchen.
"Joshua just what happened while you were gone?" Martha asked perplexed by her daughter's words. Watching something take place behind his eyes only wanting to know what had happen. Not to pry only to help her son if he needed it. "Come. Maybe a few hours with your," she said her lips brushing his ear, "hot, horny, lustful mother will take your mind off of things."
"Perhaps."
"Good. Amber and Lynn can't be the only ones you fuck while out on the town," Martha said taking hold of Damien's hand leading him out the door.
Martha huffed as Damien pushed her up against the wall of the changing room of the department store, they were browsing around to kill time. Her hands held his face still as she ravished his lips. Her tongue teasing, taunting his as she drank in her fill of the man that had come to command her bed. Her left leg hooked around his right, rubbing her calf against the back of his leg. Wondering how many thirty-eight-year-old women have a handsome man pleasuring them to no end in their lives. Breathing heavily praying no one could hear them as Damien kissed down her neck. Smiling wickedly watching the shadows moving beneath the door of the changing room. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as Damien pushed aside the fabric of her dress exposing her breasts to his eager mouth.
"That's it baby, suck on your mother's tits," Martha moaned softly feeling Damien's tongue ran over her left nipple. Her right hand reached up above her head bracing herself against the wall, while her left pressed against the back of his head. Biting her lower lip feeling the pad of his fingers danced along her thigh before coming to a rest on her ass. Glancing over as the doorknob began to turn. "Occupied!" Martha shouted having no wish for her son to stop his exploration.
"Sorry," came a young female voice.
Martha never felt so naughty in her life. She was never one to have sex in a public place. However, her son just brought something out in her that felt like her former life had been lacking; and there was nothing or no one that was ever going to break them apart ever again. Rubbing her mound against his groin urging that fine tool of his to harden, all so that she could rub her lips up and down his hard shaft. Running her tongue along her upper lip at the thought of coating Damien's cock in her hot juice. Pushing on the top of Damien's head as his fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties. The cool air of the store flowed over her naked cunt as Damien lifted up the front of her dress. Her hand flew to her mouth to muffle the gasp as Damien's lips plucked at her throbbing lips.
"Yes Joshua," Martha whispered in want, "doesn't your mother's pussy taste good?" she asked holding his head against her moistening mound. Her hands flew to her breasts, fondling them as her body gave into the exquisite feeling of how her own son sucked on her clitoris. Her muscles trembled as his tongue ran slowly up and down her lips before parting them. A soft whimpering bubbled up from her throat as the tip of his tongue circled her entrance. Biting down on the fleshy part of her hand as she came from his tantalizing touch. A groan ripped across her mind as his tongue slipped inside her hot wet cunt. "Yes baby, make your mother cum again," Martha whispered. Her body jerked, trembled, quaked as she ground her mound on Damien's tongue wanting her son to drink down her hot cream.
"Now," Martha said gathering breath before lifting her son up. A devilish smirk graced her lips as she pushed Damien to the other side of the changing room. "Now let mama take care of her boy," she said sensuously placing a light peck on his lips before sliding down his body. Sucking on her lip as her nose brushed against the hard bulge in his pants. A libidinous purr rumbled deep emanated from her chest knowing that she would be servicing his cock until old age took her. Tentatively lowering his zipper, holding her breath knowing how close she was to coming face to face with her son's cock. Not that she hasn't seen it, tasted it quite often over since that night, yet Martha was always mesmerized by it every time she laid eyes on it. Not because it was the longest, or the thickest, but because it belonged to the man that made her feel like a desired woman again. It had been the same when she married Michael, however, after a few months of marriage the spark that made him treat her as such was long gone. Then she truly saw the man he really was.
"You like that cock don't you Martha?" Damien asked looking down at his mother.
"Oh baby, you have no idea how much I love this cock," Martha said running her nose along the top of his cock inhaling the scent of the man that constantly made her cum. So much unlike Michael, whose idea of making her cum was roughly shoving his cock into her unaroused pussy and attempting to make her wet. "And I told you to call me Mom, I am about to have your cock stuffing my mouth. Don't you think we can stop with the Martha, although I do enjoy hearing my name on your lips when your deep inside of me. That can wait though, first I need to have my first course," Martha said rolling her tongue around the crown of his rod. Her eyes peered up at her son knowing how much he loved that. Making him watch as his cock inched into her mouth, the way she looked as her cheeks sunk in as she pleasured that pole.
"Fuck Mom," Damien hissed the word slipping from his lips.
"See was that so hard, I know this is," Martha giggled softly before sucking on the head of his cock. How she wished she could spend hours just licking, sucking, teasing his tool, but she knew time was short and that someone would be coming to check on them. This she couldn't allow. Martha wanted no one interrupting her time with her son. "Now come fuck your mother," Martha said slowly getting to her feet, "my pussy has been aching to be filled again since you came in me this morning," she said placing another kiss on his lips.
Flipping up the rear of her dress, giving her naked ass a light spank knowing how his eyes were on it. Widening her stance, bending forward bracing her hands on the wall. Bring up the rear of her dress laying it on her back. Reaching between her legs, running her middle and index fingers through her saturated lips. Spreading her labia showing her son her well satisfied hole as she squeezed her folds.
"Come to me Joshua, come stick that fucking cock back into the pussy that gave birth to you. Let it show you how much it loves you and that fine tool of yours," Martha said stuttering as she slipped her fingers into her channel. Trying to keep from smiling as she heard the shuffling of his feet. Fighting down a moan as she felt his headed teasing her lips. A primal moan rumbled in her throat as Damien eased his cock into her wet cunt. "That's it baby, fuck your mother, fuck her hard," Martha growled in lust.
Damien spread his mother's ass cheeks, so he could watch his cock disappearing into her cunt. He had to admit if only to himself he did enjoy his mother's pussy. He never thought he would given how she had started this, yet here he was deep in his mother's pussy. Making her moan like a harlot, making her juices run down her leg like he suspected her soon-to-be ex-husband never could.
"That's it baby, make that pussy cum for you. Make it know that it's your cock that belongs deep within it. Make it forget all about that stupid man," Martha said in-between breaths as her cheek pressed against the wall. Her nails scarped along the wall as she fought to keep herself from voicing her orgasm as her womb sent her cream down her canal coating Damien's cock. Forever marking the man as hers. "You love my pussy don't you baby, why else do you always watch as your cock fucks it?" she asked peering out the corner of her eye, shooting him a sly smile knowing she hit the mark. "It's okay Joshua. You're allowed to enjoy fucking me. There's nothing wrong with give a woman a fucking that leaves her longing for that cock again."
"Yeah, I do," Damien said finally speaking the words. "Who would have thought after three kids this pussy would feel so good," he said grunting as worked his mother to another orgasm.
"You don't know how much just hearing that makes me so happy. I want you to enjoy fucking me," Martha said her breasts swaying as Damien sped up his thrust. "You should love fucking me. I'm(we) are always going to make sure you are satisfied with us. That wherever you may go that you will always come back to us, baby," she said thrusting back onto Damien's cock. "Now fucking give your mother that delicious cum," Martha growled hearing the footsteps approaching.
A month had passed since the marriage ceremony on the shore of that man-made lagoon the owners of the villa had made. Life for Damien Richards and his family had been filled with joy when word reached them of Lynn's, and Amber's acceptance letters arrived in the mail. As well as the news of the new life growing within Amber's womb. Then there were their imitate encounters that saw every surface of his home felt the kiss of their naked flesh. That very thing was currently taking place before him as he watched as his mother and Lynn pleasuring Amber on the floor of his living room. Looking down at his encrypted phone as it rang beside his chair. Hating the fact he wouldn't be able watch as Amber came on Lynn's tongue.
"Hurry back baby, mama needs a cock to suck on," Martha said blowing her son/husband a kiss as he rose.
"Agent Metalbane," his contact spoke as Damien closed the door to his office.
"Affirmative," Damien said in a cold matter-of-fact tone. He had been waiting for this call once he had learn his real name.
"I know you wanted this as fast as possible. However, you know I had to go dark on this."
"I know, I do appreciate. I don't want this getting back to the company," Damien said knowing just what they would do using company resources for things that didn't pertain to whichever job they were on.
"Well, I found him. Took some doing to break into the files the man had sealed. I can understand why you want this man now. I'm sending you the details...now." Damien looked at his phone as it vibrated in his hand. "Please confirm you have it."
"Affirmative," Damien said feeling a cruel smile spreading across his face. Knowing exactly what he was going to do with that man.
"Good hunting Metalbane. I'll be in contact with your next assignment. Do make the man suffer."
"I had planned on it," Damien said before ending the call.
"Baby!" Martha called out hearing the door open. "Come feed me that cock!"
"Sorry Mom, I have to pack," Damien said sticking his head around the corner.
"What!" Amber shouted from around her mother's cunt.
"You can't be leaving now?!" Lynn said in shock as she turned to look at him as her sister's juices dripped off of her chin.
"But we haven't gotten to the best part, yet," Martha pouted.
"Sorry, somethings come up and needs to be handled post haste," Damien said with the undertones that it wasn't up for debate. Amber tapped her mother's hip, quickly getting to her feet quickly followed by the other two.
"Damien, whatever it is, whatever you have to do. Promise me you will come home to us," Amber said placing his hand over her growing stomach. "Our child is going to need his/her father."
"Yes!" Lynn nodded vehemently. "Maybe when you get back you can get me pregnant. Amber can't be the only one you let carry your child," she said wrapping her naked body around his.
"Now you go do what needs to be done, I'll make sure Amber gets to her doctor's appointment," Martha said placing a kiss on his cheek.
Damien's eyes stared down at his phone as he read the details of the text before he shredded the electronic message. His bag sat open as he stood in front of the hidden compartment that housed his numerous weapons. Laying his bulletproof vest on the bottom of the bag. Running the brush down the barrel of his Glock 23. Reassembling his weapon in record time, running the slide back a few times, pulling the trigger of his empty weapon ensuring everything was in working order. Damien didn't want any errors once his plan was sent into motion. To do so would only bring about mistakes that he could not afford once he breached the threshold of that man's home. Laying the silencer next to the pistol, along with the full thirteen round clip next to it along with his trust six inch knife if his primary weapon was a no go. Gently laying a buffer of clothes to absorb any gun oil that may seep out during his trip. Then the dark clothes, his form fitting gloves, his pair of night vision goggles. Damien didn't want the man to see him coming.
"I should be back within a week," Damien hoped. Then again, there were to many variables at the moment to truly say.
"Okay," Amber said looking downcast.
"We'll keep your bed warm until you do," Martha said rubbing Amber's shoulder as she brought her daughter into a reassuring hug.
"Don't worry Amber, Damien will be back before you know it," Lynn said trying to cheer up her twin sister.
"I know, it's the hormones," Amber said shaking off the feeling, "you remember what I said. No matter what you come back to me(us). You hear me soldier!"
"Yes ma'am," Damien said snapping to attention.
"Good. Now you better get going," Amber said placing a loving kiss on her husband's lips. Hoping her feelings for him would ensure his safe survival, and his quick return.
For three days Damien had shadowed his mark. Learning the man's every move. Watching how he carried himself, who he meet with, what he did on his free time. All so when the time came, he could be in and out before his body hit the floor. Sitting out in the rental car he had picked up from the airport where he had left his car. He wasn't going to have his own vehicle connected to a murder. Plus his mustang stood out in a neighborhood that were dotted with high end cars. Screwing in the silencer knowing tonight was the night his father was going to die. This one act was going to ease all the pain he and his mother felt for all those years. Damien was going to bury a bullet into his head for everything the man had did to them. His eyes flashed to the clock knowing Amber's appointment was earlier that day. Powering on the cars electronics, using the car's Wi-Fi to check his e-mail. "It's a BOY! Look at his wee wee!" The e-mail header read a warm smile appeared on his lips as he stared at the ultrasound of their child. Knowing it was far to early to tell the sex of the baby, however, he couldn't bring himself to correct his sister. He wasn't about to have his angry sister/wife on his ass when he got home.
Silently closing his door as he left the car. Quietly darting across the man's manicured lawn, leaping over the rear fence with ease. His feet making the lightest of noises as he landed. Crutching down, his ears scanning the area to see if his ingress had been seen. Once he was sure that no one had seen him. Damien made quick work with the house's basic security system. Making those monitoring the house believe their system hadn't been put on a loop announcing to the company that all systems were green. Inserting his lockpicks, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth it had been years since he had manually picked a lock. He berated himself for allowing a skill to grow rusty. Slipping his goggles down before entering the darkening hallway. Making a quick search of the ground floor ensuring he had it to himself. Coming upon the man's study, knowing this was where his father was going to die.
First, he wanted all the evidence he could find, so Damien could make it appear the man's secrets grew to great to bear any longer. Hacking into his computer which for him was child's play. His eyes narrowing finding the hidden portion in the hard drive. His anger flared as Damien saw hundreds of files of that very office as the man indulged in his sick twisted tastes. He knew the man would have never stopped the first time he raped someone, yet he didn't think the man would have made it so easy to find his hidden stash. Quickly looking down at his pocket feeling his phone vibrating against his leg.
"Joshua! I need you to come home now! They're going to release him in a few days. I don't know what to do! I don't want that man anywhere near Amber! Please Joshua come home!" Damien's jaw clenched knowing what that man had almost done to his half-sister. Glancing up noting the array of family photos that lined the man's desk. He wanted the man to pay for his sins, yet as Damien looked once more at the ultrasound of his child. He knew what he had to do. He had to protect Amber. His anger while justified would have to be put off to the side. Quickly opening up the side pocket taking out the blank portable hard drive he always carried during such hits. His plan B quickly forming in his mind as Damien plugged the device into the tower's USB port. The light of the monitor highlighting the smirk on his lips as the last video was copied to the hard drive. Destroying the originals so that only he had the leverage he need to make the man do what he wanted. Having the state's AG in his pocket was going to be highly pleasurable once that ass finds out he wouldn't be seeing the light of day for a very long time.
Damien sat up straight as he heard the scraping of slippers on the floor. Easing out of the desk chair slipping into the shadows lowering the goggles as he watched his groggy father sauntering down the hall towards the kitchen. Damien struck out like a startled viper. Muffling his father's frightened words as he wrangled his sperm donor into the man's office. Kicking his knees from out from underneath his father's feet. Pressing the cold metal of his silencer against his father's temple silencing the man's whimpering.
"You have two choices. One you either do as I say, or this will find its way to the state police. I wonder how the people of this state will react once word gets out that their AG is a serial rapist," Damien said coldly, "and all you have to do is make sure this fuck nut never gets out of prison," he said turning the monitor around displaying Michael's rap sheet. "If you do then this will disappear," Damien said pocketing the hard drive. He was never going to destroy it. No. That little treasure was going to go a very long way. He just hasn't thought about what yet. "If word hasn't reached me in two days then you won't be seeing me until it's to late. Nod if you understand," he said pressing the silencer hard into the man's forehead. "Good. See that you do your part," Damien said hitting his father in the temple with the butt end of his pistol grip.
Damien moved like a silent ghost as he slipped out of his father's home. Racing back to the airport, tossing his bag into the trunk of his car before driving like a bat out of hell for home. Dawn was creeping along the land as Damien flew into his driveway. Racing up the stairs knowing where Amber would be once word of her father's release reached her.
"Hey," Damien whispered into Amber's ear as she slept in a curled up ball on the left side of bed.
"Damien?!" Amber said sleepily. "Damien!" she cried out wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank God you're safe," Amber said weeping against his shoulder.
"Shh, I'm here," Damien whispered rubbing her back.
"Baby," Martha said rolling over. "I'm sorry if I pulled you away from something important," she said leaning on her elbows allowing the sheet to fall down her chest exposing her breasts to him. "I just don't want Michael harming my daughter."
"I know," Damien said wondering if he should tell his mother that he had found his father. "Mom put a robe on, we need to talk," he said laying Amber back down. "Go back to sleep Amber, don't stress yourself it isn't good for the baby," Damien said softly stroking her face.
"Okay, but you aren't leaving again, are you?" Amber asked not letting go of his hand.
"For now, no," Damien said placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Good." Amber smiled before drifting back to sleep.
"Joshua? What's going on?" Martha asked tying a knot in the belt of her robe shutting his bedroom door.
"You should have this," Damien said pulling the hard drive out from his pocket, "don't ask how I got it, I won't tell you. Just know I found Dad, and this is the blackmail you need to ensure he never comes near Amber ever again," he said placing it into her hands. "Just don't watch what's on it, you won't like what you see."
"I see," Martha said her eyes racing back and forth wondering how her son found him, and what was on the hard drive.
"If word doesn't reach you in two days' time then send it off to the headquarters of the state police tell them to watch what is on it. If you do, then I leave it up to you what fate you want for that man. I think you should hold his life in your hands since he hurt you far more than what he has done to me."
"You did this for...me?" Martha asked stunned at his words.
"Well...yes and no," Damien said rubbing the back of his neck unable to tell he that he was there to kill his father not blackmail him into helping Amber.
"Oh baby," Martha said jumping into his arms. "I don't care what you did, and I won't ask. But I promise you that man will get what's coming to him once I know that Michael is locked away for good."
Surprisingly, Damien's sperm donor worked quickly to keep his ass out of prison. It wasn't even noon before his mother called him with the news that Michael wasn't getting bail and that he would have to stay in jail until his court date. Which wasn't for a year until a judge would hear his case. However, by then Damien would have enough contacts in the jail to ensure that Michael never saw his court date. Never again was that man going to threaten Amber, Damien was going to make sure of that. What happened to his sperm donor well from the last he heard about the man he was on the run from the police. Unbeknownst to anyone Damien had returned to finish what he started, and if anyone truly cared about the serial rapist, they could find his body in an unmarked grave serval yards off of an old logging trail deep within the mountains.
The End.