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story_codes: M/g(11) Man/pre-teen girl, M/g(4), cons

story_intro: George's plans for his granddaughters' debaucheries are about to come to fruition. Even little Chloe will not be immune - in fact, the preschooler is to receive the worst of it. But Nick and Mal have a knack for twisting plans around to their own advantage. 


story_language: English




The Guardian, part 7

Written by madvlad


	Note: If anyone has read "The Commissar" stories (not needed for this story), I've borrowed the character of Nikolai for use here.

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	George Rivers neatly folded the fine linen handkerchief that contained his semen before tossing it in the wastebasket by his desk. The thought of wiping his nose with it, even after being washed, held no appeal to him. Yes, it was expensive but, as many fine things were, it was also quite disposable. He considered the three young granddaughters living with him in the same vein.

	He had other grandchildren by his other two sons and daughter. His one dead son had been a disappointment, determined to make his own way in the world and marrying someone with no connections to the right people. After the couple's unexpected death, George had found himself holding custody of their daughters.

	He had put the oldest one, Brooke, to work immediately; satisfying the prurient desires of some of his associates and other useful people. She had been eight then and now three years later was having more of her body put to use. 

	George himself enjoyed the videos, as evidenced by his just-discarded handkerchief, and dallied in young flesh himself on occasion. But the idea of personally sullying his own flesh and blood was somehow distasteful. It was so much more satisfying to watch them be debased by others in his employ or business partnerships. He had pondered this preference and decided it was the business aspect - using their young bodies as collateral or bonus - that made their degradation more fulfilling.

	Just last night, his second granddaughter, Jessie, had begun her apprenticeship in whoring. The eight year-old had finished with her cherry intact but with copious amounts of sperm from her handlers residing in her ass and belly. She would get more of the same tonight while George's preferred henchman for all kinds of dirty work, Walter, would once again spend the evening pounding Brooke's cunt.

	But it was Chloe who was going to be of the greatest service tonight. Unlike her big sisters, the four year-old was going to get broken in and broken open tonight. The results would be fatal which was part of the point. It would be recorded on video as final proof to people in certain circles as George Rivers, a man who had a preschool-aged granddaughter literally fucked to death, was no one to be crossed or considered lightly.

	Brooke and Jessie would also be shown the video. It would break their spirits and make them subservient to whatever else he had in store for him. George sighed and poured himself a brandy. 

	The first problem in George's plans for that evening, though, was leaving a park with Brooke after having given his oldest granddaughter her first orgasm. The second problem was with the man who had been hired to rape little Chloe and cause such damage as to cause the girl's violent demise. The man's name was Dirk.

	The man was lying prone, staring with dying eyes at another man who currently held Dirk's beating heart, freshly ripped from his chest. Dirk's mouth moved but nothing of any significance emerged besides his final breath.

	Crushing the heart, Nick tossed it on to the corpse before uttering an ancient curse accompanied by precise movements of his bloody fingers. Dirk's body began to smolder and by the time Nick reached Dirk's car, the remains were completely ablaze.

	Wringing her hands a she paced in the guest bedroom, Brooke was at a loss to convey the seriousness of what was going to happen. Walter had been just one of the men whom she had been forced to suck off for the past three years and endure their various molestations. He was also the only one so far to have vaginally raped her after taking her virginity in this very room a week ago.

	But her friend, Mal, didn't appear very concerned. Yes, she had been angry when she heard about the abuse that Brooke and her sister, Jessie, had suffered but now she approached this meeting with Walter as if it were a game.

	"I really meant it when I said he does other bad things - scary things - to people. He hurts them and..."

	"Kills them, I know," Mal said distractedly while she teased her hair in the mirror. "He's also skilled with flammables and explosives, too."

	"What?"

	"Nick and I did research today."

	"What?"

	"You just said that," Mal noted as she pursed her lips at her reflection.

	"You did...research? While you were in school?"

	"Played hooky. But yes, we know all about Walter and a few things about your grandfather. Nick plans to get more information tonight."

	"But I thought he was supposed to protect Chloe. You said we are all running away tonight."

	"He is and we are," Mal confirmed before she turned to face Brooke. "You're getting too upset. Do you want me to make you relax again?"

	The suggestive tone and the way Mal liked her lips made Brooke grow suddenly warm in her crotch. But this was not the time. If Walter walked in on them like that...

	"As for my brother, don't worry," Mal told her. "He has a certain way with people - a kind of disarming personality."

	It was true. Nick had ripped an arm off of a man at a truck stop here in the United States - the stepfather of his ten year-old slave girl (who was publically described as a niece). And then he had just recently removed the same limbs from two black market dealers in Oslo, Norway, who had been trafficking in magical items they knew nothing about. Nick had flown directly here last night, chartering a private jet after Mal called him. She also recommended that he stop with the "arm thing" as too many crime scenes with the same injuries might attract unwanted attention from law enforcement.

	Brooke stared at Mal as the girl seemed lost in a private joke. Then Mal snapped to attention and took Brooke by the hand. She secured them in a closet where they would wait for Walter.

	"What do we do when he comes in?" Brooke whispered. 

	"You stay in here. I'll leave the door cracked so you can watch. For now, just listen for him while I get busy."

	"Busy with what?"

	The answer came not with words but with the hands that went under her skirt and jerked her panties down. A moment later, Mal's mouth latched onto Brooke's hairless pussy and repeated the earlier actions from the park. Awaiting perhaps the most dangerous moment of her life, the sixth grader could only stifle her murmurs as the other girl lewdly ate and sucked her rapidly juicing cunny.

	Walter scowled when he arrived to an empty bedroom. Then he heard a movement and saw the closet door opening. When he saw the dark haired figure, he thought for a moment that Brooke had made some lame attempt to hide but this was a different kid. In addition to the color, her hair was long like Brooke's but free of Brooke's usual ponytail or the pigtails he sometimes requested. The jet black eyes were startlingly the same but her skin was olive-toned in contrast to Brooke's tendency toward paleness. For a moment, Walter figured this kid to be Hispanic but there was something more exotic in her facial features that he couldn't quite make out.

	"Are you Walter?" Mal asked with her eyes wide and just a touch of quiver in her voice.

	"Yeah."

	"Brooke said you know how to do things to girls like, you know..."

	"Fucking?" Walter asked with a lecherous grin.

	The girl quickly nodded and dropped her gaze to the floor as if embarrassed at the word. Walter's erection, which had wilted slightly when he didn't see Brooke, was now at full strength. A curious but shy little girl...

	"Are you a virgin?" he queried.

	"Um yes, but I do gymnastics and the doctor said I stretched myself...uh...down there and..."

	Walter laughed. He liked feeling a membrane snap apart around his dick head, but getting off and creaming inside a young snatch was the main attraction. He certainly hadn't tired of Brooke yet. 

	"If I'm going to show you, we'll do it my way," he growled. "Now raise your arms."

	Mal did as she was told and Walter quickly yanked her t-shirt from her. She wasn't wearing a bra and the action made her little breasts jiggle as much as their firmness would allow. Walter licked his lips as he surveyed the modest blooms on the preteen's chest. She was slightly more developed than Brooke but not by much. Still, they were shaped nicely for little girl-tits.

	He grasped the titlets with both hands, squeezing them until Mal made a peep of discomfort. That was good - it would show her who was in charge and give her a taste of the consequences if she did not obey. Lowering his hands, he pulled her shorts and panties down together. As she removed her sneakers and socks along with the lowered clothing like he told her, he was pleased to find her trim little pussy was completely clean of hair just like Brooke's. 

	Quickly the man stripped and then pushed the girl on the bed. She looked at him with doe eyes while he pushed her legs up and apart to utterly expose her cunt. The girl's smooth lips parted from the position enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse of shiny pink.

	"Hell, you're already wet!" he exclaimed.

	The girl looked to the side as if guilty before looking up at him.

	"Brooke and I touch each other sometimes and we get wet. I'm sorry if you're mad."

	Damn, thought Walter. So the girls like to get dykey with each other. That should make for one hell of a party once Brooke showed her ass here. For now, he jabbed at the preteen's quim with his tool, moistening the head with her fluids.

	"Now this is a cock," he lectured. "Save your questions for later."

	He drove into the eleven year-old's bald twat, finding her slick and clenching around his hardness as he forced her narrow passage to enlarge around him. She writhed beneath him and he was surprised but pleased to find that he could sink his entire length into her even if she was petite like Brooke. Must be the gymnastics. As he began pounding the youngster with his cock, she whispered something to him, something oddly sibilant that made his senses blur for a moment. He trolled over and when his mind cleared, she was on top of him.

	That was odd but he simply grabbed her by the ribs and began pumping her up and down on his prick like she was a rag doll. The light brown nipples were stiff as they jutted slightly from her quivering little breasts.  She was tight - of course she was at this age - but it was more than that. Her muscles seemed to contract and release in a series along the length of her tunnel. The force of it threatened to bruise his sliding meat but he didn't mind. It was almost like her cunt was trying to swallow him.

	She was moving faster now; so fast that he simply let go and let her ride him at will. Her small snatch was warm and bubbling, drooling juices all over his dick and groin. Walter made a note to look into girl's gymnastics as a recruiting ground for his interests.

	It was the last coherent thought of free will that he had.

	Oh damn, he needed to cum. The slim preteen slid up and down his prick; the tight sleeve and rolling muscles of her pussy milking him. But she clamped on him in such a way that would not let him ejaculate. Walter was whimpering as the pressure in his scrotum grew to agony. 

	She was speaking - he could see her mouth moving - but her words were heard only inside his head. All his ears registered was the wet slapping of their carnal union as his cock bludgeoned into the girl's cunt. It was just a little thing, her quim; with the hairless lips spread widely around him. But on the inside she was gobbling him up, cooking him in her liquid.

	"If you want to cum," her wordless voice sounded in his mind. "I will let you. All I need is one thing."

	He gave it to her and then he felt the sweet pain of his cream exploding from his testicles and surging unimaginably through his member and into the girl's insatiable sex. When it was done, she leaned close to his face and told him what he must do. He understood perfectly now that he was hers.

	Brooke carefully emerged from the closet as Mal and Walter were dressing.

	"Say hello to Brooke," Mal told Walter.

	Walter gave his rape victim a friendly smile.

	"Hello, Brooke," he said amiably.

	"Walter knows where Chloe is and will take us to her," Mal explained as she retrieved her backpack which she had yet to open.

	Walter suddenly looked serious.

	"I have to make a stop on the way," he announced. "So I can get everything done."

	"Okay," Mal chirped as she took a confused Brooke by the arm with Walter following behind.

	Twenty minutes later, Walter pulled into a self-storage place and explained.

	"There are some things I don't want to keep in my condo."

	"I understand," Mal said sweetly.

	As Walter went to his storage unit, Brooke tapped Mal on the shoulder and conveyed her worry. She clearly didn't believe Walter's demeanor and was dreading when he would revert to his usual form.

	"Don't worry," Mal replied. "I made him need something in the worst way and he had to give me himself to get it. It usually lasts three or four days before the spell wears off."

	"Then he'll be back like he was," Brooke spat.

	"Mm...not so much. I wouldn't have that hanging over you."

	Brooke was going to ask more when Walter returned with a brief case.

	"It's all set to go," he happily informed Mal.

	It was another half hour and getting dark when Walter pulled into a seedy shopping center. Most of the store fronts had plywood covering broken windows and it was one of those that Walter chose. He had a key and went in alone. 

	There were seven men playing cards when Walter walked in. They were surprised to see him but knew who he was. Nearby were several video cameras around a soiled mattress that Brooke's eight year-old sister, Jessie, would soon by occupying.

	"Where's the girl?" Walter asked.

	"Locked in the rear office," one of them replied before he took a swig of beer. 

	"'What? Did you already wear out the other little bitch and are looking for something tighter?" another one asked, drawing laughter.

	They had all been drinking which, Walter noted, would slow their reflexes. That made for a poor match against his quick movements. In one fluid motion, he drew out a silenced pistol. Then in quick succession, he fired three head shots. The others were now well aware but two of them only stared dumbly in shock before he planted lead in their foreheads. The last two were scrambling away from the tables but he made short work of them.

	Whistling, he went to the back office and unlocked the door. Jessie was huddled in a corner and turned her tear-streaked face in dread toward the newcomer. 

	"I'm going to take you to Mal and Brooke so you can be safe," he pleasantly informed her.

	Jessie was too stunned to do anything but take his hand. Walter, ever considerate in his new state, was sure to shield the sight of the seven dead rapists from the girl with his body until Jessie was outside. 

	Brooke ran to her sister and they hugged. Walter tilted his head and smiled at the scene. 

	"Walter," Mal called to him. "Car keys."

	"Oh, sorry!" he laughed. "Old habit - I always take them with me. I'll wait until you're gone and finish the job."

	"You're the best," Mal replied as she took her backpack from the car. 

	Walter went back inside to wait. Still holding her trembling sister, Brooke watched as Mal stripped. Oh no, she wasn't going to do that again - was she? Then Brooke was annoyed by the churning reaction in her sex at the thought of it. Good heavens!

	But Mal did not approach Brooke. Instead she began chanting something. Then she grew. At first, Brooke thought it was a trick of the poor lighting. But no, Mal was getting taller and her chest was, oh my, growing too. Then it stopped and what used to be a girl Brooke's age was now a woman in her mid-twenties. Although her body may have changed, the cocky grin was definitely Mal's.

	Beside Brooke, Jessie gaped. Unperturbed by the staring girls, Mal pulled some clothing suitable for a small-built woman from her backpack and donned them.

	"Was that magic?" Jessie blearily asked.

	"Yes," Brooke answered. "It just keeps going and going."

	"Now," Mal said as she ushered the girls into the car. "We'll go back to my room and get you cleaned up. You'll be safe."

	"What about Chloe?" Brooke asked.

	"Did they hurt Chloe?" Jessie said as she started to cry again.

	"Don't worry. My brother, Nick, will take care of her," Mal assured them. "We'll meet back at the hotel. He booked an adjoining suite."

	Walter heard the car drive away. It was his car but he was glad that Mal had it. Now he just had to do one simple thing. It was so easy he kind of felt guilty about calling it a task. But Mal wanted it done and who better but himself to do it? 

	Opening the briefcase, he paused to consider the digital timer. There was no need for the dramatic, so he simply set it to five seconds. Then he stood calmly for those five digit changes before the abandoned store and the seven corpses joined him in a violent incineration.

	Chloe wanted to be with her sisters. Although her sense of trouble wasn't as refined as Brooke's, she was certainly aware that something was not right. She had first been aware of it when her nanny, Roberta, brought her to this place. The woman was different; cold and (although Chloe didn't know a word for it) ruthless. Roberta had brought her to a man named Leo and then removed all of her clothes.

	In the past, Roberta had scolded Chloe when the four year-old went wandering about undressed or even in her panties. Now she left the little girl naked and alone with Leo who looked at her kitty like he was hungry. Under duress, Chloe's extra-sensory abilities were sharpening and she felt the man's hunger was for seeing her in great pain.

	Whimpering, she rolled to her side and curled into a ball but Leo wasn't having any of that. He rolled her onto her back and then tied ropes to her wrists and attached them under to the table legs under the top. Now she was bound and exposed and something about that made the man rub the front of his pants.

	Leo saw the girl flinch when he reached for her bald baby cunt but her defenselessness merely added to his arousal. His fingers manipulated the delicate mound, making the shape compress where he squeezed. She was so soft and plump there and he was thrilled in the knowledge how she would soon be ripped and bleeding in her fragile place at the start of a pornographic snuff video. And to think the kid was George Rivers' own granddaughter.

	Leo admired his boss and took pleasure in the dirty work that he did on the man's behalf. The pay was great, too, but he would have done it for far less. Unlike his counterpart, Walter, Leo liked his nasty work up close and messy. He wouldn't have minded raping this little one to death but George wanted someone heavily endowed to really drive home the size difference and make the act even more gruesome. 

	Twisting his finger, Leo managed to get the tip to her entrance and could feel her virgin membrane just inside. Chloe didn't like that and Leo would have gone further but the cherry popping had to be part of the video. Still, Leo was enjoying the feel when the door opened and an olive-skinned man with dark eyes and a shaven head entered.

	"Are you Dirk?" Leo asked.

	"Yes, is this the girl?"

	"Yeah, have at it."

	Leo stepped back, eager to watch the action. Perhaps he'd get a chance to nail the kid once the fatal damage was done but she was still hanging on to her ebbing life. He watched as the newcomer quickly disrobed and displayed an erection of impressive proportions. There were some porn stars that were bigger but this guy had nothing to be ashamed of.

	Nick had considered simply killing this servant of George's and escaping with the girl, but he wanted to be sure that George, who was watching remotely, would have his attention here and not with Mal's escape with the other two girls. This would cost little Chloe her virginity but it would certainly not be the horror that George had planned.

	When he touched the child's belly, Nick felt an unexpected mental hit. The girl had some kind of powers - a latent product of his lineage - and he could feel their minds connecting. He could have done this on his own to get information from her in the form of memories and feelings but this link was stronger as she was projecting to him.

	He sent a sense of comfort to her and felt her growing calm. Then he gave her a wink and she actually smiled. She knew he was up to something that would make the bad man mad. And her grandpa, too. She understood through the bald man - ah, his name was Nick - that her grandpa had men hurt her sisters.

	Nehktu. Nick's name had been Nehktu and she felt his surprise as she surveyed his own memories of a time and place much different than now. The language was different, too, but she understood it perfectly now. Nehktu/Nick had two sisters and she saw what he did with them in their kitties and they all liked it. The younger sister was named Mafket but now she was Brooke's friend, Mal. 

	Leo was none the wiser to any of this as it all transpired in the few second that the man he thought was Dirk rubbed his prick head over the tyke's tiny, pudgy mound. The kid started squirming like she enjoyed it. With a feral grin, Leo waited to see her reaction when she got popped. The guy was saying something but the words were weird. Must be part of the act but Leo hoped he wouldn't prolong this.

	Nick pushed into his four year old descendant, making her smooth mons widen obscenely as he entered her. Chloe squeaked as her maidenhead ruptured but then she only felt the immenseness of the man's cock as it made her preschool pussy expand beyond anything natural. There was no pain, only the overwhelming grinding of hard flesh as it slid against her immature sex tubing to fully penetrate her. 

	Leo gaped as he saw the little girl's soft tummy bulging to show the track of the invading prick. It was like he saw in those Japanese sex cartoons but this was really happening! The bulge kept going up until the guy was fully inside of her. Yet when the man pulled out, there was no gory mess; just a few faint streaks along his shaft to show that he had deflowered the tot.

	The initial entry and withdrawal had agitated Chloe's sex and it was now lubricating heavily. She didn't know why she felt so wet and warm inside but she was quite happy when he moved into her again.

	Although Nick's spell allowed the girl to stretch inside, she was still exquisitely tiny. As he slid back into her hairless pussy, her juices squirted out and made her widened labia and inner thighs shiny and slick. On the interior, her smallness crushed him as he bored into feverish tunnel. But Chloe's arousal was rampant, making her slippery so that the huge, hard cock could plumb her four year-old twatlet with unfettered, lustful thrusts.

	Squealing, Chloe kicked her widespread legs as her ancient ancestor pounded her soupy little cunt. The flashed of heat shooting in her loins made her rock her hips and twist the stretched sheath of her taut snatch around his plundering tool. Nick rammed into the preschooler's buttery twat, making her belly expand and fall with every stroke as the heavily aroused child made all kinds of sexy noises in her high-pitched voice. 

	Chloe's body jolted when her orgasm wrenched its way through her. Nick joined her and inundated the four year-old's baby-making chamber with thick loads of hot seed she could not yet process. More of the gunk came spurting out from the seal of the little girl's bald lips around his turgid prick.

	Sated, the conjoined pair panted together. With Chloe heavily relaxed, Nick was able to probe her mind. She willingly shared memories that meant nothing to her - conversations that her grandfather had when she was in earshot. George had known this would mean nothing to her but Nick quickly understood secrets the man had.

	Leo had been gawking as the little kid had been deflowered and supposedly raped. But it was no rape as she had clearly loved it - even with the way her stomach had done that thing.

	"Hey!" he blurted at Nick. "She's not supposed to be getting off on this.

	Nick turned his head and smiled at the man and then gave Leo a pat on the side of his face before suddenly pulling his hand away.

	Leo wondered if that guy was a queer from the way he gently put his hand on his cheek. When he jerked his hand away though, it made Leo's head turn hard enough to make it hurt. Then Leo felt strangely disoriented. His view was changing and for a moment he could see the bloody stump of his own neck as his body was tumbling to the floor. 

	While his head spun in mid-air for a couple of seconds, George mentally said to himself, "Oh, this isn't go..."

	Nick watched the head land between Leo's shoulder blades before rolling down the back until nestled in the small of it with the mouth nearly touching his rear end. It made Nick think of the modern phrase he found rather amusing - telling someone to kiss your ass. Then he turned to one of the video cameras where he knew that George would be watching from afar.

	"Mr. Rivers," he spoke politely. "You've now lost three granddaughters but there are things you must answer for directly. I think an audit will be in order."

	Then Nick took the camera from its tripod and smashed it against the other camera to destroy both. As he untied Chloe's wrists, she peered at him with the dark eyes that were so much like those of he and his sisters. 

	"I'm going to take you to your sisters now," he told her.

	Chloe looked thoughtful as she processed the visions and memories she had received from Nick. Rubbing a hand over her gooey little snatch, the preschooler made a request.

	"Will you play in my kitty again before we go?"

	Nick proved to be an indulgent many-greats grandpa.

	Mal told Brooke that Jessie would sleep for several days under the spell.

	"So she won't remember anything bad when she wakes up?" Brooke asked.

	Mal shook her head and explained.

	"Anything that completely wipes out a memory doesn't work forever. Eventually, everything will come back with a vengeance which could be far worse than living with it. No, what this will do is muddy the memory. Jessie will know something bad happened but not the exact details. This can be used for any memories both bad and good."

	Nick had told Mal what he had done with a young babysitter and the little girl she had been watching soon after he had risen from his sarcophagus. The spell had been somewhat similar and Mal had lustfully imagined what games the two girls played now when they were together with the bits of pleasurable knowledge they retained.

	Brooke left the suite's side bedroom and sat on the couch in the living room. Chloe had decided that she and Nick were now best friends since arriving last night and the two of them went somewhere for the day. 

	"So what do we do now?" she asked.

	Turning to Mal, she was momentarily startled.  Lost in her own thoughts, she hadn't heard the spoken words but now Mal had transformed back to the age of eleven. Shucking off the oversized close, Mal licked her lips before she pounced on Brooke.

	"I can think of a few things to do," Mal giggled as Brooke grinned. "Okay, more than a few. About four hundred and sixty-three, give or take a dozen."

	What a cluster-fuck! George had seen what that guy had done to Leo after doing the impossible with an obviously happy Chloe. He didn't know what had exactly happened with Walter but the police were still trying to identify all of the charred remains from the other place.

	Since the bald guy had mentioned an audit, George had hastily left the country while teams of accountants and lawyers made sure there would be no troubles with the IRS. Yes, this was disruptive, but it gave George time to regroup.

	He was in Russia now, the guest of some business partners with whom he had made quite a load of money. They had done well, too, although not as well as they could have. For all of their so-called mastery of capitalism since the end of the Cold War, the Russian syndicates were still woefully unsophisticated into how numbers could be manipulated.

	Anyway, their hospitality was top-notch. That was in full evidence by the excellent vodka and caviar as well as Oksana. The blonde thirteen year-old was still unconscious and somewhat bruised from the previous night when he left his hotel room in the morning.

	The limo brought him in comfort to the syndicate's headquarters where he was to meet with Nikolai, one of the top advisors. The old man was reportedly ex-KGB but George did not ask to hear any stories when they had met before. As Nikolai's protg, Andrei, served them tea from an ornate samovar, they made small talk. 

	When Andrei went to the office door, George mentioned some business opportunities.
"Ah, perhaps now is not so good time," Nikolai interrupted with a shake of his head. 

	Hearing movement behind him, George turned to see that Andrei had not left. Instead, he had two large, unsmiling men with him.

	"We have heard some unkind things about how you are dealing with when our backs are turned, no?" Nikolai sighed as the two newcomers took their places on either side of George's chair. "So I'm afraid we must conduct a...how do you say this...an audit."

	
Maureen Akers knew that her life would be interesting when she had married her inventor husband, Sid, nearly twenty years ago. But now it looked as if their family was growing by three. Apparently, Sid was a distant relative of the three recently orphaned girls now sitting around the dining room table while their own four kids, three boys and a girl, Stephanie.

	Sid, wearing an adhesive bandage on his head from one of his latest lab mishaps, seemed perfectly delighted to meet new family. Apparently these two other people in the room, Nick and Mal, had discovered their mutual family connections. Would the Akers' family manage the extra kids?

	Money wasn't a problem. While not fabulously wealthy, they were well off with regular royalties from some of Sid's work (the stuff that didn't explode). And having the three extra girls meant that Sid agreed to clear the two extra rooms in their large, rambling house of the junk he had collected from various aborted projects in the past. 

	Brooke, just a year younger than Stephanie, would get her own room while Jessie and little Chloe seemed happy to share the other. While the boys seemed okay with it, Stephanie had remained silent. Unlike her brothers, the girl had taken after her mother with light brown hair and hazel eyes. As she looked her cousins over, the oldest boy, Mike, teased her.

	"Hey Steph, are you sure you won't mind not being the baby anymore?"

	Steph turned to her brother and gave him a wicked grin.

	"No, because now the girls will outnumber the boys," she laughed. 

	Brooke and Jessie joined her and, going along with it, Chloe did too. 

	Mal surveyed the twelve year-old and sent a slight mental push, a suggestion of sorts that there may be some things she's done with her slightly maturing body in private that might be more fun with other girls - her cousins - involved. Mal couldn't be sure where it might lead but she made a note to follow up.

	As they left, Nick called back to his penthouse where he was speaking with Marcy, his slave girl who had been left alone for the past week. Mal's extra sharp hearing allowed her to eavesdrop.

	"I will be back tonight," he announced. 

	"I can't wait, Master" the ten year-old gushed. "It's been lonely here."

	Marcy's voice fairly dripped with arousal. And if Mal wasn't mistaken, Marcy was probably dripping somewhere else right now, too.



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