Chapter 19
Jake looked at the twins as they sat proudly topless on the couch. Trish must have planned this; 'God bless her', he thought. Jake moved to the couch and sat between them. They were a pair of beauties each sporting a pair of beauties. The twins snuggled up against him as he draped his arms around their shoulders.
Hope and Faith were sixteen now and, for all intent and purposes, all grown up. Jake made small talk with them as they sat comfortably on the couch. It was a bitter-sweet time for Jake as far as the twins were concerned. The girls were moving to New York City in August to attend their last year of high school. They would be attending the Athena Academy, a private girl's boarding school on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, primarily so they could attend the Julliard School of Music's Pre-College Program. It was a seriously prestigious honor to get to audition at Julliard, let-alone be accepted.
The girls were able to attend the expensive schools thanks to 'Daddy' Carl McClelland. Carl's company, McClelland Pharmaceuticals (a division of Turner and Thornton Holdings) was raking in the cash with his baldness cure: Nomo-cueballerol. In addition, Carl had his impotence cure in front of the FDA for approval now. Mycoxa-rysinupnol had proven 95% effective in clinical trials with no more side effects than a placebo. The FDA was fast tracking Mycoxa-rysinupnol because of its well documented success and low occurrence of side effects. The drug would probably be on the retail domestic market within two years. Maria Thornton was already holding substantial bids from three major pharmaceutical companies which wanted to license the patent. Carl was months away from being stinking filthy Heinz-family rich, not that he cared.
Jake put thoughts of the future aside and concentrated on the little minxes beside him. When he suggested they adjourn to the bedroom, they flashed him twin grins. It was like watching a Cheshire cat looking into a mirror.
Jake spent a thoroughly enjoyable morning with the twins. His favorite part was putting them on their knees side by side and playing pin the Jake on the twin. Greedy little Faith managed to be in the right place at the right time to score all his emissions. Hope let her slide though, because he ate pussy as well or better than any girl ever could. Riding his tongue was right up there with riding her horse, Esmerelda. Hope left at lunchtime to go run some errands for the wedding but Faith stayed glued to Jake. Faith had had a major crush on Jake from the first time she met him. He was her first everything and she hated the thought of not being near him.
"I'm going to miss you, Jakey. You know I'm completely in love with you. What am I going to do without you while I'm up north?" she said.
"I love you too, my little sweetie, and I will miss having you around. But it's not permanent and I'm a phone call away if you ever need me," Jake replied.
Jake did love Faith. Oh, he cared a lot about Hope, but for some reason he and Faith had really bonded. This conversation was the first time that their special closeness had ever come up.
"Hope and I are changing as we get older," Faith said as if in answer to his unspoken question.
"We stopped dressing the same and aren't hanging out together as much now. Hope is a lot freer sexually than I am; she likes to experiment and likes women much more than I do. She is eager to go to New York. I have tried to date and even slept with a few different boys but I can't seem to find another you."
Jake kissed her and told her how sweet she was and how good what she said made him feel. He told her to quit trying so hard and maybe the right guy would fall into her lap. She was dubious about that but said she would try.
"But what if I still feel the same in a few years?" she asked.
"I don't have an answer for that," Jake said. "One thing I can tell you though is that I will always be here for you."
Mollified for the moment, Faith happily snuggled even closer to him as they lay on the bed. Faith left at five that afternoon after extracting a promise of more time together tomorrow. Jake had just sat down to catch the news when someone knocked on the door. Jake opened the door to find a smiling Louisa on the stoop. Louisa was all dressed up and looked great. She was carrying a grocery bag and a small suitcase. Jake took the bags and ushered her into the house.
"I am making you dinner, mi gallo," she said, as she breezed into the bungalow.
Jake gave her a kiss then showed her the kitchen. This was Louisa's first trip to his hide-away. Louisa fixed a feast for Jake featuring a hunk of dead cow bigger than the plate she served it on. They sat at the table talking as Jake demolished the large steak.
Louisa had undergone a metamorphosis of sorts in the last couple of years. She was now a full time nursing student at Daytona Beach Junior College, just finishing her first year. She had always wanted to be a nurse, plus it was a job that, if necessary, could support her and her daughter. She still gave riding lessons but had ceded her duties working with the horses to a young caballero Ramon had brought in from Mexico. Louisa was dating more now, mostly older guys. Her being a single mother quickly screened out the ones with no serious intent. She was currently dating a divorced, twenty-nine year old deputy sheriff with a six year old daughter of his own. His name was Glen Crowley and Jake thought he was a good guy. Louisa said that he was kind and considerate but a little pridefully macho. She liked him a lot. Jake admired Louisa's quiet resolve and loved her fiery personality. Glen was a lucky man.
Jake asked Louisa about the suitcase. Louisa said that she was spending the night, if he did not mind. Mind? She had to be kidding. It would be the first night they had spent together alone. Jake's previously mollified dick started to twitch in his pants at the thought.
Conversation switched around to the wedding. Louisa was going to be a bridesmaid and her daughter, Anita, was super excited about being a flower girl. Anita was now five, going on fifteen, and Jake was right behind Papa Ramon as her favorite man. Anita liked Melissa a lot but thought that it would be a better idea for Jake to marry her mommy instead. Anita was starting kindergarten in the fall along with Quincy and Tanya Nobles' daughter Alice. Anita and Alice were inseparable now and sure brought the ranch to life. They were sweet girls but both had a little devilish streak in them. Just last week they had collected about thirty tree frogs and let them loose in the kitchen on an unsuspecting Senora Lopez. The scamps watched through the window as a less-than-amused Senora tried to round up the slimy little color-changing amphibians.
Jake finally polished off his steak. His plate was clean enough to put back in the cabinet. He pushed back his chair and groaned contentedly. Louisa smiled at him fondly, pleased he had enjoyed her cooking.
"Ready for dessert?" she asked.
Jake gave another groan.
"I can't stuff another bite into my face or I'll explode," he said.
"Then take me for a walk on the beach Jake; I want one romantic evening where I can pretend that we are a couple."
Jake did not have much of a response to that other than to tell Louisa that he and Melissa were only formalizing their relationship and it would not change how they felt about her. Louisa was relieved to hear him say that -- but still wanted to pretend they were a couple for the rest of the evening. Jake went along with her plan; he fetched his car keys and drove to the beach in his Honda.
Thirty minutes later they were walking along the water's edge, veering every once in a while to avoid the lapping waves. Louisa was barefoot, carrying her strappy high-heeled sandals. Her smooth, shapely, cocoa brown thighs flashed enticingly as she strode along. Louisa never wore stockings or pantyhose; she didn't actually need them, as her legs were gorgeous in both form and color. Jake marveled at how Louisa was equally at home in jeans and boots as in dress and heels. The couple held hands as they strolled in the moonlight by the shimmering ocean, chatting about school and other inconsequential matters. It was the company, not the conversation, which made the moment special.
Jake had Louisa back at the bungalow by eight-thirty. He sat on the couch while she made him coffee to go with the apple pie she had baked. Jake had never seen this domestic side of Louisa and he was mightily impressed. After dessert, Jake tuned the stereo to a rock and roll station and poured them each a glass of wine. Louisa excused herself and went into the bedroom. Five minutes later, she reappeared in a deep maroon negligee that fit her like a second skin. She sat next to him on the couch, her raven hair billowing softly down her back. Jake played with her ebony tresses as they talked some more. They were both consciously drawing out the anticipation of going to bed. Jake gave in first as he stood up and offered her his hand.
They walked into the bedroom and stood by the bed. Louisa looked up at him with those large lipid eyes.
"They say you have ravished many an innocent senorita here, patron," Louisa said switching on her soft, seductive Spanish accent.
"I have indeed my pretty -- and you are my next victim," Jake retorted, trying to sound menacing.
"Will you tie me and take me as Erika says you took Senora Helga?"
"That is in fact my exact plan, my little Indian Princess," he said.
Louisa looked at him wide-eyed as he pulled the leather and fleece cuffs from the night stand. He made a production of affixing them to her wrists and ankles. Louisa watched silently in undisguised and increasing arousal as he fished out the ropes tied to the bed post and fastened them to her cuffs. Louisa could move her torso around a little but that was the extent of her freedom. She was soon truly spread-eagled and helpless. Jake let that thought sink in while he slowly pushed the negligee up over her hips to expose her puffy mound. Louisa shivered as he lightly traced his fingertips over her silky skin. Jake spent ten minutes reacquainting himself with her body. She lay there docilely, her only response a catch in her breathing when he hit a sensitive spot.
Jake loved touching and looking at her. Jake knew he probably would not get many more chances to be with her. Louisa was one of the women in his life that would probably move on. He could see a husband, probably Glen Crowley, and more children in her future. But tonight she was all his, and he was going to make the most their time together.
Louisa was thinking in a similar vein; she intuitively knew that they were not meant to be together forever. She wanted, no, make that needed, a man whose focus was her and their family. Maybe, with a little work, Glen could be that man. Her mother seemed to think so and Papa actually liked him. These were thoughts for another time though. Right now Jake was licking around the downy hair at the top of her slit and slowly pushing her arousal higher. His tongue was exquisite agony as it lapped nearer and nearer her throbbing clit.
"Oh, Jacob, you are killing me with the teasing," she softly moaned.
Jake looked up at her from between her legs. At the exact moment he established eye contact, he swiped his tongue across her clit. Louisa's hips bucked upward as she reflexively sought to gain more contact with his lips and tongue. Jake semi-obliged her by licking and sucking on her engorged labia. Jake brought her to the verge of orgasm repeatedly only to back off right before she could climax. This was a new, albeit not unpleasant, experience for the usually hair-triggered Louisa as she felt herself rising higher on a high tide of euphoric lust. Just when she thought that she could not possibly take another second of his teasing, Jake fastened his lips firmly around her clit and strummed it rapidly with his tongue. That was all it took as Louisa arched off the bed and exploded in orgasm.
"AIYEE," she screamed.
Then she collapsed back on the bed quivering and moaning. She was still twitching when Jake mounted and impaled her in one long thrust. She shuddered, her suddenly super sensitized slit spontaneously spasming. Louisa's thick raven mane whipped side to side as she went from peak to peak. When Jake unleashed a torrent of his seed in her, she came so hard she locked up as if in rigor mortis. Her pussy clamped down on his rod tightly, coaxing more cum from him. Jake rolled off her; they both were drenched in sweat and juice from their coupling.
"That was incredible, Jacob. I have never cum so hard or for so long in my life. I see why the Senora Helga looks forward to her visits here so much," Louisa said.
"Helga gets lots more than just this," Jake replied as he loosened her limbs.
"There's more?' she asked incredulously.
Jake nodded affirmatively and told her what was normally next for Helga. Louisa's lust flared anew as he talked. She wanted that too, she said; top to bottom, left to right, front and back - the whole nine yards. So, for another hour, Jake put her through her paces. She sucked his dick back to life and he rewarded her by reddening her butt cheeks with the big wooden spoon. As he steadily skewered her lubricated backdoor, she began a keening that rose higher and higher in pitch until Jake's ears hurt; her siren stopped and turned into inchoate moans only when he came deep in her tight channel. By eleven o'clock she was totally, happily spent, cum dripping from every orifice. After a quick shower, they straggled into the bed and fell into an exhausted slumber. Louisa had a new perspective on her sexuality now. Maybe Glen was as macho as his posturing, she thought sleepily. That would be a good thing. If he was not, she guessed she could be like Helga, visiting the bungalow every few weeks for a tune up.
The next morning Louisa was up early. She had a group riding lesson scheduled for nine-thirty. Jake sent her on her way with a fresh deposit of sperm in her tight little pussy. Louisa was reassured about the future after her night with Jake. She was actually excited about the prospect of letting Glen get into her panties.
Jake slipped on his running shoes, a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. He felt energized this morning as he set out for a fast five mile run. He was covered in sweat and panting for breath when he arrived back at the bungalow. He had sprinted the last half mile out of sheer exuberance. He ended up in the back yard where he did his stretches and cool-down exercises. After an invigorating shower, Jake spent some time in the masculine study Liz had created for him. He leaned back in the huge leather executive chair and put his feet up on his desk. He always thought more clearly here, his mind sharper and more focused.
In four days, he will have been Jake Turner for three years. It had been two and a half years since his decision to change the future here. Was he making any progress toward that goal or was he fooling himself? As he tallied up his accomplishments, he thought he was making headway. For one thing, he was on his way to having the money to finance anything he wanted to do. For another, he was educating himself in matters that would be important in the future. What he needed to do next was make a name for himself. He needed name recognition on a national level. He needed exposure to build on the base that Sven started with Zero to Hero. Jake was going to have to get with Sven when he returned from his honeymoon and see if they could not come up with something.
Jake ruminating was broken by a knock on the front door. He was surprised and delighted to see Helen Turner and her cousin Mary Murphy standing there when he opened the door.
"Get dressed, Honey, we are taking you to lunch," Helen said.
Jake ushered them in and gave them each a kiss. The women looked cute in little sun dresses and sandals. Jake was pleased they were wearing his favorite outfits. He sat them down on the couch and got them each a glass of tea. Jake marveled at the disparity in appearance between the women. Helen was medium tall with black hair, Mary petite with flaming red locks. Helen was as radiantly beautiful as ever, she had regained her figure after the twins, larger breasts were the only apparent aftermath. Mary was very pretty also, her red hair and freckles making her look years younger than forty-two. It was hard to tell by their appearance that they had borne a dozen children between them.
Jake zipped into the bedroom and threw on some slacks and a shirt. They were on the road five minutes later. Helen had broken out her Mustang from the garage; the little convertible was still in immaculate condition. Helen drove a Volvo station wagon mostly now what with the twins and their paraphernalia to tote around. She had the top down as they cruised to the Breakwater Restaurant on the beach. They slipped into a booth in the back and ordered burgers as they yakked. It was great to see Mary again; their paths had not crossed since Christmas. Jake asked about Sean and her clan, the only members of her family he had talked to recently were Claudia and little Nina.
Mary told him that her twins were doing great, they were starting seventh grade in the fall. Jenny was still in nursing school; she had two years left. Her beau Larry was excelling at the Naval Academy and would be down for the month of July. Jake looked forward to seeing the big guy. Michael was cutting a wide swath through the coeds but still making excellent grades at Boston College. He was presently in Maine visiting a girl he was infatuated with but would be home in time for the wedding. Sean and his wife Nina were off in their own little world. Sean was working on a book of poetry and Nina was doing very well financially and working with Marty Sterling as an investment advisor. Nina was six months pregnant now and she and Sean were still hopelessly in love.
Sean senior was taking to corporate life like a duck to water. Mary's only complaint was that he traveled too much as he spent two weeks a month visiting different stores and businesses. Sean was training two new men to take some of his workload. Mary hoped that the new guys would cut down on his time on the road. Helen had the same grouse about Charles. In fact, the men were traveling together now, visiting TFA Superstores in South Carolina.
Jake enjoyed lunch immensely, the food, conversation and company were all first rate. After the meal, Helen drove them along the beach. They talked about his wedding and asked about his plans for after he graduated. Jake admitted that he was having a hard time deciding what to do. He surprised them both when he said he might give acting a shot.
"Well, you are certainly handsome enough," Helen said, "but I don't see Melissa being thrilled with the idea."
"I don't either. That's why I haven't mentioned it to her. Besides, it's just a thought right now. I need some exposure if I'm going to get into politics. Something that gives me name recognition. That was what I was thinking about before two beautiful women kidnapped me."
The women laughed as Helen maneuvered off the beach and headed back to the bungalow. It was pleasantly cool and dark in the little house after the hot, sunlit beach. Jake offered the women a drink and was surprised when Helen asked if he had any beer. Mary chimed in that a cold brewski would taste good so Jake fetched them both a frosty Michelob. They were on their third bottle laughing and joking around on the couch when Helen leaned over and kissed him. He was shocked to his toes at the passionate kiss. He started to say something when she released his lips but Mary turned his head toward her and locked onto his mouth with hers. Mary broke the kiss and Jake looked at the women mouth agape.
"It seems, Jacob, that the Buckleys have always been much closer than other families. Mary told me some things my father never got around to sharing. Daddy, it seems was the last male in the Buckley clan, as such he was the clan chief. That makes you, Jacob, his direct descendant the head of the Buckley family. According to Mary, that is supposed to be a big deal, especially among us women," Helen said in a rush.
Helen looked at Mary who nodded her agreement. Then Mary took over the narration.
"The Buckley name is legend on the craggy western coast of Ireland, according to my mother. There are even the remains of an ancestral castle dating from the 14th century on the south side of Clew Bay. The highest peak in the area, Clough Patrick was named for the first Earl of Clew, Patrick Buckley. Mother told me that the Buckley's were supposed to have mystic powers and that the people on the Earl's land were somehow always protected and always prospered. Your great-grandfather was the last Earl, he fled Ireland after his lands were confiscated by the British for his part in some kind of Republican uprising."
"Wow," Jake said, "I think a trip to Ireland is definitely in my future."
"Jacob, part of the clan's tradition is that the clan's chief is responsible for protecting the women. In exchange, he has certain personal privileges; isn't it weird that you assumed that role here without even knowing about it? I believe more and more that your Grandfather Elliott somehow works through you," Helen said.
Jake nodded. He did not dismiss that notion out of hand. He still remembered the dreams he had of his grandfather and the things about the man that often popped into his head.
"Jake, have you noticed that all the Buckley descended women have red hair except your mother? We think that because Helen's mother died during child birth, and Helen was an only child, that the traits of the clan chief passed to her. We also believe that if not for his untimely death, Elliott Buckley would have been your father," Mary finished.
Jake nodded again. They had given him a lot to assimilate. Helen stood up and pointed to her watch.
"We have to go Jacob; I need to get back to my babies before they wear your sisters out. I don't want to sound like a bragging mother, but the twins are much smarter and more advanced than they should be at nine months. They will be walking in another month and are already trying to talk."
Jake escorted them to the door and collected a couple of very warm kisses. Helen headed out to the car but Mary lagged behind.
"So, Jake, now that I know you are the Chieftain, I won't hold back next time we are together. It also explains why young Nina is so hot for you," Mary said.
She gave him another smoldering kiss and followed Helen.
Jake went back to his study to reflect on this new development. Jake realized that it was the first concrete indication that he was significantly bending this timeline. He picked up the phone and called Claudia Murphy. He needed his cousin, Phyllis Kaufman's telephone number. Jake wanted his scandalous cousin Philly to confirm Mary's take on family tradition. He also wanted to quiz her on what she knew of the branch of the family still in Ireland.
Philly confirmed Mary's story. He asked her if she believed all that mystic stuff. She said she was Irish, of course she did. Then she added that she would show him how much she believed if he came up to Boston and invoked his privilege as Chieftain. Jake hung up the phone and sipped his Tab as he thought about the earliest time that he could get to the Emerald Isle. This fall, after he graduated, might work.
Jake called Muffy at the house to see how things were going. She sounded as excited as he had ever heard her. Things were moving along fine she said. Erika was on her way from the airport with Halston and two seamstresses for the final fitting of her wedding gown. Trish, she raved, was a godsend. They were going to have to do something really special for her after the wedding. Jake had just hung up the phone when someone rapped on the door. He looked at his watch surprised it was already six-fifteen. "Who now?" he wondered.
The who turned out to be Faith Phillips, although it took Jake a second look to be certain. Faith had applied makeup and her brown hair was swept up on top of her head. She looked like a beautiful woman in her twenties. So that is the way he treated her. He showed her in and fixed her a glass of wine. She turned toward him as he sat beside her, she was calm and composed.
"Do you like this look, Jakey?" she asked.
Jake allowed that he liked it very much. Enough in fact, that, if she would excuse him for a few minutes, he would get dressed and go show her off. Faith tried hard to suppress her delight. They were actually going on a real date. It was something she had fantasized about for over two years.
Jake took Faith to the Amore and showed her the time of her young life. It was so romantic and sweet she never wanted the night to end. They left the cub at eleven and went back to the bungalow. Faith's feet barely touched the ground as they walked into the small house.
Jake took her in his arms as they stood in the living room.
"What time do you have to be home?" he asked.
"Tomorrow or never," she answered, seeking his lips with hers.
Faith had had a long talk with her mother that morning and Diane had agreed that she could stay the night with Jake. They discussed her love for him and what it meant for her future. Faith had a mature and realistic understanding about everything; she just wanted a night with him. Diane knew Jake well enough to know that he would never do anything to hurt Faith. She knew her daughter well enough to know that she was not going to go off the deep end over him. Why not let her have a sweet memory?
Faith broke the kiss and asked Jake to walk her to her car for her overnight bag. Jake was surprised and pleased about the turn of events. They went back in and Faith told him to wait on the couch while she changed. He fixed them a drink, put on some music and sat down. The fifteen minute wait was well worth it when he saw her emerge from the bedroom. She was wearing a black babydoll outfit that would have erected a corpse. She had scrubbed her face, brushed out her hair and applied some Shalimar. She was divine. Jake figured who needed a bachelor party when a different dream came floating out of his bedroom every night. He was startled when he realized that it was probably Muffy's plan all along. Sort of a farewell tour for him and the ladies. How could you not love a woman who loved you enough to do that for you?
Jake woke up the next morning in exactly the same position he went to sleep in. Faith was still nestled up against him, her head on his chest. She was a snuggle bunny, that was for certain. Jake admired her naked little body draped across him. Nothing could compare with the taut beauty of a teenaged girl and Faith was exceptional. Jake ran his hand over her smooth hip. Faith made a little noise and burrowed tighter against him. He lay like that for fifteen more minutes before his teeth started floating. Faith grumbled in her sleep at his departure so he gave her his pillow to snuggle. Jake finished in the bathroom, grabbed his running stuff, and hit the pavement.
He was back in forty-five minutes; Faith was still sleeping peacefully, still curled around his pillow and inhaling his residual scent. Jake eschewed a shower so as not to wake her. He stripped out of his running gear, toweled off, and padded naked to the kitchen to fix breakfast. He was sitting at the table working on his second bowl of raisin brand when Faith walked naked into the kitchen.
"Morning Jakey, I feel so good I could scream; you were wonderful last night," she said.
Jake stood up and gave her a hug. She looked adorable with her mussed-up hair and sleepy eyes. Faith wrinkled her nose and stepped back.
"Sorry Sweetie, I went running and didn't shower so you could sleep," he said apologetically.
"Well I'm awake now, feed me and I'll was wash your back," she replied.
Faith left at ten, she hugged Jake fiercely at the door. Do you promise you won't forget me?" she sniffed.
"I promise, Faith," he said solemnly.
Jake went to run some errands after Faith left. He had some things of a wedding nature to accomplish. He was back at the little house at two-thirty. A car was backing out of the drive way as he pulled up. When the other driver saw Jake, he put his car in park and stepped out. He was an older man, fit and ruddy. He was dressed in gray slacks and a blue blazer. He met Jake on the walkway and stuck out his hand.
"Jacob Turner? I'm Cecil Barrett, congratulations."
"Call me Jake, and thank you Mr. Barrett. Are you a friend of Melissa's family?"
Barrett looked at Jake quizzically for a minute then it dawned on him.
"That's right Jake, you are getting married Saturday, aren't you. Well, congratulations on that, too."
Jake was thoroughly confused now and looked bewildered.
"You don't know, do you? Jake, I am a scout for the New York Yankees. We drafted you in the seventh round yesterday and I'm here to offer you a minor league contract."
Jake's mouth fell open in total shock.
Chicago 1973
Alfred and Melissa Tremont celebrated their first anniversary by taking an extravagant cruise. They could certainly afford it now because they were worth millions. At the tender age of twenty-four, Alfred was the most successful trader the Chicago Board of Trade had ever seen. He was unerringly correct in his picks and ruthless in his dealings. The cruise also allowed them to avoid a little unpleasantness involving a young girl they had gotten carried away with. Alfred's lawyers and money were working to make the situation go away while they sailed toward the Bahamas.
Michelle was watching Alfred adoringly as he was picking their next
conquest on the boat. She was amazed at the way he spotted them. They
appeared so normal to her, yet Alfred could see their need from across
the room. He led them to a handsome young couple, honeymooners most
likely, standing by the bar. In less than an hour, the couple was in
their state room suite. The innocent young wife was on the bed with her
head between Michelle's legs as Alfred soundly sodomized her. The
husband was trussed to a chair; his rock-hard erection showed he was
eagerly awaiting the same treatment. Except he would be sucking
Alfred's cock, while Michelle buggered him with a seriously large
dildo. Alfred smiled languidly at Michelle; the young groom was a newly
appointed Federal Prosecutor. He would end up being a valuable asset to
them. His wife was from a wealthy family, also. Alfred would later
exploit that, using her even more submissive mother as a lever.