Chapter 28
Jake was sitting out by the ranch's swimming pool a couple of days after their return from the Big Apple; he was enjoying the early autumn evening. The French doors from the master suite opened and Nina and Leslie trooped out of the house to join him. It was Friday, so Nina was there for the weekend. The teens sat down at the table on either side of him.
"Jake, why are you mad at my mom?" Nina asked.
"What makes you think I'm mad at her? I love your mom, she's terrific," Jake answered.
"Then why haven't you been with her? She thinks it's because she's old, but I know that's not a problem for you 'cause we are pretty sure you did Doctor Jan and she's even older than Mom."
"What makes you think I've had anything to do with Dr. Pritchett?" Jake asked.
Leslie cut in, "Well, duh, maybe it's because, if someone mentions your name around her, she turns red and acts all goofy."
"Yeah, well, you'll have to ask Melissa any questions concerning Dr. Pritchett. As far as your mother Mary is concerned, I think she is a babe, no doubt about it, but there is your dad to consider, Nina. I'm not going to do something that might hurt your family. It's bad enough that I took advantage of his daughter," Jake responded.
Both girls giggled when he said that.
"You mean daughters, plural. I told you it was something like that. Isn't he about the most clueless guy you've ever met?" Leslie said to Nina.
"Jake, Daddy already knows about you and me; he knows you were with my sister Claudia also. Mama said that Daddy told her your love-making saved Claudia from being a bitter lesbian shrew and he thinks you made me blossom instead of becoming an introvert. Daddy was really worried about us girls for a while, but mostly thanks to you, not any more. He still frets about Jennie but figures when Larry graduates from the academy and they get married she'll be ok. Daddy says you and Nina Mallory are the best things that ever happened to our family. As far as the jealousy thing goes, Mama and Daddy have a long-standing understanding about other partners. They were practically in grammar school when they got married so they decided that if they sowed any wild oats it would be by mutual consent and then he or she would come home. Daddy has had a few flings that Mama encouraged, specifically with Erika and Ms. Smith, the art teacher at my school. Mama herself has never done anything, though; I think because she's waiting for you just like I did."
"Did you talk to Melissa about this?" Jake asked.
Again, he got the 'you are an idiot' look in stereo from them.
"Jake, I'm starting to worry about how dense you are sometimes. Of course we talked to Melissa; we women tell her everything, she is the glue that holds us all together. She said that it was the right thing to do, but you were the O'Buckley so it was your decision," Leslie said.
Jake thought back to his talk with his grandfather and how Elliott had told him the same thing about pulling Mary closer into the clan.
"Ok, this is kind of weird talking about your mother like this; but here's what I want you to tell her to do," Jake said.
As he outlined what he wanted Nina to relay to Mary, both girls' smiles kept getting bigger and bigger.
Nina said, "Cool, I'm glad that's settled. Now we need to talk about my little sister, Donna. She is already asking me why you ignore her all the time."
Jake groaned and told Nina that he would talk to her about Donna some other time.
In Chicago, it had been an eventful few weeks for the Tremonts. Michelle had met the actress Cindy Sorenson at the black tie premier of Cindy's latest movie. Cindy hated making public appearances, but the beautiful and friendly Michelle made this one much easier to take. Cindy was traveling alone for once as Laurie was home with her ailing mother. It was not very hard for the seductive Michelle to convince Cindy to come stay a few days at her estate. Especially after Michelle gave Cindy the best orgasm of her life in the theater's powder room. Cindy was an amazingly naive and trusting young woman for all her fame and media exposure. Her mother and Laurie had always been there to protect her. Cindy's inability to see the bad in people made her ripe for the plucking. Michelle knew that Alfred would be thrilled, that thought brought her joy and buried the little twinge of conscience she felt.
Cindy had been at the estate for eight days. Days filled with spectacular lovemaking with Michelle. Cindy just knew she was falling in love with Michelle, she had all the symptoms: sexual longing, the inability to say no to her lover, and an empty feeling when Michelle was not there. She was even starting to love Michelle's husband Alfred, he was so kind and understanding as he would sit and watch her and Michelle make love. He never once tried to join them until Cindy asked him to and was always a perfect gentleman. He was so urbane and handsome Cindy, in her drug-induced trance, started to have feelings for him also.
To Alfred it was one of the most enjoyable games he had ever played. And that drug! It was a marvel beyond anything he had ever heard of. The scientist who had developed this miracle worked for the government, the drug was a by-product of a form of truth serum he was working on for the CIA. Alfred had the compound analyzed and duplicated; once satisfied that he had the formula, Alfred disappeared the chemist. The drug worked by somehow reducing the recipient's resistance to persuasion. It took some time but, with patience, you could in effect mold a person to be exactly as you wanted them to be. The effect only worked while the person was taking the drug. The absolute best thing about it was that the person receiving it never felt drugged; it was diabolical.
The past evening, for example, they had retired to the drawing room for coffee; Michelle and Cindy were in plush armchairs as Alfred strolled around the room admiring his own taste in black-market looted art. As he stood next to Cindy, he turned so she could not help noticing the bulge in his trousers. He was amused as her hand seemed to have a life of its own as it moved to his cloth-covered erection and began stroking him. When she shifted and twisted in her chair, he merely moved to face her and she automatically slipped to the floor, fished out his semi-erect cock, and treated herself to an after-dinner treat. As soon as he mentioned that the room seemed very warm, Cindy began to unconsciously open her blouse, never allowing his now fully rigid rod to slip out. He did not have to hold her head in place as his rod went deep into her throat and began to pump his spunk down her gullet; she gripped the back of his legs to aid her own impalement. After that, when he mentioned how much he enjoyed a Columbian cleansing; Cindy eagerly took a mouthful of warm coffee and slurped his wilting cock back into her liquid-filled mouth for a good cleaning. Later, lying in bed with her fingers flailing on her clit, Cindy wondered what had possessed her to do those things.
Alfred was taking his time with Cindy; he was also secretly filming the gradual change in her behavior towards him as insurance against any claims she might make later. Cindy was not as disposable as his other little toys. Her disappearance after it was known she was at his place could be uncomfortable. So, when he had thoroughly enjoyed her, he was going to send her home, abused but alive. All this ran through Alfred's mind as he sat in his chair with a naked Cindy nursing on his cock. He pulled out of her mouth before he came.
"There a much better place that you want my dick, isn't there my pet?" Alfred asked gently.
Cindy looked up at him and nodded her head up and down. Yes, she knew just the place. What she had been saving for a feckless boy, she was now going to give to a real man. It would be wonderful having Alfred and Michelle both for her lovers. Suddenly she wanted him more than she could ever remember wanting anything.
"Would you do that for me, Alfred? Would you do me the honor of being my first?" she asked hopefully as the hidden cameras whirred.
Two days after discussing Mary Murphy with her daughter Nina, Jake wheeled his Honda into the Sea Vista Motel parking lot in Daytona. He walked upstairs and knocked on the door of room 227. Jake glanced at his Submariner, it was one minute until noon, and he was right on time. Mary opened the door. Sunlight streaming in through the sliding glass doors glinted off her coppery hair and silhouetted her slender body perfectly. Jake stepped into the room, closed the door, and held open his arms. With a small cry of joy, she leaped into them. Jake hugged her tightly to him for a minute then gently pushed her away.
"Let me look at you," he said. "You are a vision."
Mary blushed but stepped back and pirouetted for him. She was wearing a blue sundress with yellow daisies on it and baby blue three inch heels. Her hair was loose and flowed down her back in cascading curls. She wore just a hint of make up, yet she looked not much older than her daughter Claudia. Jake could not wait to see her and Irish cousin Corinne side by side; they could pass for twins. He decided right then that, the next time they were in Ireland, the O'Buckley would have them both in bed at once. Jake then had an epiphany. Could it be that Buckley women were also genetically predisposed to be bi-sexual?
It made a weird kind of sense considering that Buckley men were often gone, leaving their women alone. All four of the Buckley decedents of his generation that he had been with were, although his sister Angie was not as strongly bi as the others. Oh yeah, and Helen was too, that had to be more than a coincidence. He instinctively knew that Elliott would visit him tonight to answer that question so he turned his full attention back to Mary.
Jake took Mary's hand and led her out onto the balcony. She stood at the railing looking out over the dunes toward the beach. Jake stood behind her, his hands around her waist. They talked in quiet voices.
"Did you do what Nina told you?" Jake asked.
"Yes, Jacob," she said with a shiver. "She even stayed with me to make sure I shaved completely. She bought me this outfit, including my underwear; I never felt this sexy wearing anything in my life. It's almost as if I were getting dressed up to get married again. Why do I crave you so much, Jacob? Ever since Nina told me that we were getting together my body has been on fire. I am a dripping-wet teenager; I certainly don't feel like the middle-aged mother and grandmother."
Jake answered her truthfully, "It's in our blood, Mary. I don't exactly know how it works but it's a powerful attraction. I bet you felt it towards your sons before you met me."
Mary looked at him sharply over her shoulder.
"Did Helen tell you that?" she asked.
"No; but it stands to reason. Like I said, it's in our blood."
She nodded and sighed as his hands moved up to cup her small breasts.
"That feels good to me, Jacob; but they are not the big firm ones you are used to."
"I like quality not quantity -- and I can tell by how big your nipples are getting that they are definitely my type," he replied as he nuzzled her neck.
"Someone might see us out here," Mary said although she made no move to stop his wandering hands.
"Could be, so maybe I'll just strip you naked right here and have my way with you."
Mary shivered again, half hoping he would do just that. Jake, however, pulled her backwards into the room as he unbuttoned the small pearl fasteners down the front of her dress. When he had unbuttoned the dress to her waist, he pulled the dress up over her head and tossed it aside. She shook out her hair and stood in front of him in a baby blue bra and panty set, matching garter belt, and taupe stockings. She had a nice tight body; its firmness belied her age and the number of children she had borne. She stood still for his inspection; she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. She turned her back to him and bent slightly forward to give him a full panorama. She thought her butt was her best asset; it was still small, heart-shaped, and very firm.
She turned back around and looked at him, basking in the obvious admiration she saw on his face. His adoring look, combined with the desire coursing through her body, helped her decide how she wanted this encounter to go. She closed the gap between them and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"So far you've had Buckley girls, Jacob. I'm going to show you what it's like to be with a Buckley woman."
Jake realized that she was mostly correct because, while Helen and Corinne were not girls, one had not known much about sex and the other was a vintage virgin. But there was no way he was going to start chatting at this point. Mary pulled his shirt off and sank to her knees to work on his pants. Jake kicked off his shoes as she pulled his pants down the muscular columns of his legs. She soon had him naked, his hard shaft bobbing in front of her face. Mary sank back on her heels and looked up at him towering over her. He was the handsomest man she had ever seen. He was muscular without being over developed, had a ruggedly handsome face, and his penis was large and sturdy looking.
Mary pushed him back until he was sitting on the foot of the bed. She grasped his steely shaft then leaned forward and engulfed him with her lips. Mary was proud of her oral skills; she enjoyed the act and had brought Sean off this way many times. Jake was bigger down there than Sean so she could not get as much of him into her mouth. She loved the smooth texture of her cousin and marveled at his hardness. Her vagina drooled its juices in anticipation of having him in her and filling her full.
Mary released his cock and Jake scooted back up into the center of the bed. Mary crawled slowly and gracefully up on the bed; she was a lioness stalking her prey. She sat astride his thighs and reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She shrugged her shoulders, causing the lacy cups to fall from her small orbs. Leaning forward, she hovered a hard nipple just above his lips.
"I love having my nipples sucked. I think it is because I could never breast feed. Suck them for me, Jacob; sometimes when I'm this excited I can even cum that way."
Jake raised his head and captured her distended nipple between his teeth. She sucked in her breath as he pulled her by her turgid tip. Mary leaned farther forward so he could keep his head on the pillow. He rewarded her by sucking most of her breast into his mouth and tonguing her tender nubbin. Mary moaned in pleasure and hunched her panty covered mound against his erection. After a few minutes of his attention to her breast, she slid off him and quickly tugged off her panties. She straddled his groin again then grabbed his stalk. Jake looked at her newly bald slit, framed by the garter belt, as she placed the head of his dick against her pleasure portal. Mary closed her eyes as she started working herself down his rigid ramrod.
"Oh, Jacob, you are stretching me open and touching places I've never felt," she moaned.
Hers was not the tightest sheath his sword had ever been in but it was snug, hot, and wet. He could feel the ripples of little orgasms dance through her channel.
Mary fell forward and glued her lips to his. Kissing must run in the family thought Jake as she explored his mouth with her tongue. Mary never broke the delicious kiss as she started moving her hips in a rocking motion. She liked to rub her clit against him just as Nina did; only Jake did not have to show her what to do. She ground herself to a shuddering climax, moaning into his mouth as she came.
"Oh, damn, that was good," Mary sighed, "but you didn't cum. I'm too loose for you, aren't I?"
Jake chuckled at that.
"No, you are just right; I didn't cum yet because I'm holding out until your legs are wrapped around me while I'm on top gripping your gorgeous ass and stroking deep."
Mary beamed him a smile at what he said then yelped in surprise as he lifted her up by that nice little ass and maneuvered her until her knees were on either side of his head.
"Before I do anything else, I want a taste of this bald little thing," he said.
He got no argument out of Mary as his talented teasing tongue slipped into the frothy folds of her flower. Jake parted the upper folds of her quim with his fingers and went after her large, erect clitoris. She moaned her approval as he latched his lips on it and drew it into his mouth. She climaxed quickly from his oral attention, bucking and grinding herself on his face. She did not squirt the way her daughters could, but she produced a prodigious amount of liquid. Jake's face was covered in it and it was running in rivulets down his cheeks.
"You do that so well, Jacob; you could give love lessons to lesbians," she sighed.
"What do you know about lesbians?" Jake asked.
"Not much," she admitted blushingly, "but a few times I've looked at a particular woman and thought about it. Having Nina and Claudia tell me how much fun it is, both shocks and intrigues me. Nina told me that she loves being with you and Melissa at the same time. Is that what you will want me to do?"
"If we keep doing this; that's the way it will be. Melissa and I are a team; we share everything. Does that concept bother you?"
"Not as much as it probably should. You know I'd do it anyway for you, Jacob, whether I liked it or not. I can't get no past my lips where you are concerned. At times, I get flashes where every fiber of my being craves to be with you; yet, I still love my husband with all my heart. The strangest thing is that I'm not conflicted between my feelings for you both. Wonder why that is."
Jake filed her admission away to answer later. Right now, he had some immediate and pressing business as he flipped her ass higher and her knees back to her breasts. She had been rather blasé about their sex to this point. Her tune changed significantly when Jake got between her legs and sank into her. Mary went wild beneath him in that position. She shook, moaned, and started having violent orgasms almost from the first stroke. Another piece of the puzzle fell into place as she thrashed beneath him. The act of being commandingly mounted by him had brought every one of his female relatives to their highest peak.
Small wonder that the interlocking relationship between the O'Buckley and the Buckley women that the De Danann had instituted had weathered three thousand years and was stronger than ever.
When Jake unleashed a torrent of his sperm into her, Mary had a monstrous orgasm that lasted for over a minute. When she slumped back onto the bed, she was barely conscious. Jake fetched her a glass of water and a damp cloth.
In Chicago, Cindy Sorensen was not having a totally good time. The planned session had started off well enough when Michelle used her tongue to get Cindy's juices flowing at full-tap. Her actual deflowering was not painful, but there was no sense of exhilaration when it happened; Alfred simply plugged her twat with his dry dick and banged away on her. Then things went from neutral to not-so-much-fun when Alfred wordlessly flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips into the air so he could get at her backroad; he also made Michelle get in front of Cindy and grind her crotch into Cindy's face to keep her occupied as he pried open the anal sphincter with two fingers. Alfred was not about to get his precious cock abraded, so he slathered on a dollop of cold lube before sinking his greased gristle into her brown-eye. After Alfred exploded into her bowels, Cindy was released and slumped in fetal position on her side. What, she wondered, had she been thinking about to get in this fix.
In Florida, Jake was still using a warm damp cloth to tidy up his partner, Mary. He gently cleaned her up as he explained why she felt the way she did about him. He told her about the clan's history and his dream talks with Elliott.
After he finished, she just nodded her understanding. In the context of how she felt, it explained everything perfectly. She had had an inkling of most of what he said anyway; the only new ground he broke was about the longevity of Buckley women. But even that had precedence, as her mother was still youthful and pretty until she succumbed to breast cancer at the age of fifty-two.
"So, now, are you going to release me as you did the others?" she asked with a sad note in her voice.
"Not yet," he replied, "maybe after we get back from Ireland. I've got some plans for you."
"Goody", Mary giggled happily as she scooted down his body to take his semi-erect dick in her mouth. She was not ready to give up her status as the clan chieftain's woman yet and she knew that Jake wasn't the type of man who would make her do something that would hurt her marriage. She was also much more aroused by the thought of being with a woman than she had let on. She was more than ready for whatever Jacob's plan was for her.
Jake had made Nina very happy by taking such good care of her mother. Nina said that Mary was cheerful, bubbly, and spoiling her dad to death. Jenny and Donna were curious about her change in mood but Claudia knew immediately what had happened; Claudia felt more than a small reminiscent tingle in her belly as she thought about Jake and her mother. So too, did the older Nina. Nina One was thrilled beyond words that Jake had taken her younger self under his wing. Nina knew that her younger incarnation could not be in better hands and other appendages.
Towards the end of the second full week of October, the Turners and Murphys flew out of Orlando on a chartered McDonald-Douglas DC8 headed for Shannon Airport. The trip from Limerick to Keelmira was much shorter than from Dublin. It was still a four hour trek by motor coach before they jounced to a halt in front of the Keelmira Inn. Rory and Shelia O'Brien came out of the inn to greet the visitors, as did most of the townsfolk. Jake made introductions all around -- he saved Corinne for last.
"Mom, Mary, this is Corinne Buckley. I might have forgotten to mention her to you. Mary, she's your cousin; and, by the way, Mom -- she's your sister."
Helen Turner stood dumbfounded looking back and forth between Corinne and Jake. Corinne and Mary could have been twins, they favored each other so much. No denying she was a member of their family. Her sister! Helen grabbed the smaller women in a hug; both were crying by now. Everyone was getting a little misty-eyed as the two women embraced. Shelia took everyone into the pub for refreshments while Rory took Jake on a tour of the new cottages to figure out who would stay where.
The townsfolk had done a great job getting the cottages built. They had finished the last one just the prior week. Already, adventurous advance visitors from the States occupied four of the cottages. The other new building was the general store that Jake had financed for Corinne. The store carried some groceries and necessities to make life easier for both residents and tourists. Corinne had two of the village ladies as part-time helpers. Corinne and her baby, a boy named Patrick, just as Elliott had foretold, spent most days at the store. Corinne's status as an unwed mother did not cause the stir in Keelmira it would have anywhere else in Ireland. The clan closed ranks around her; she was one of them and thus not subject to the whims of any vitriolic Irish Catholics.
Rory and Jake walked back to the inn and assigned everyone their selected cottages. They all ate lunch before Rory started taking their baggage to the assigned houses. By four in the afternoon, everyone was settled in. Most everyone went out visiting or exploring. Melissa was both tired from the trip and uncomfortable so, despite her protests that he was not needed, Jake hung out with her in their cottage.
While his wife napped, Jake played with his son and read him a few stories. Jakey's favorite book was Fox in Sox by Dr Seuss. Jake would read the tongue twisters as fast as he could while Jakey giggled hysterically. Jake did not think he was being some typical over-proud father by being convinced that his son was way gifted. Jacob was not even two years old and he was already talking. Not just ma-ma and dada either; he used clear words in complete sentences. Yep, little Jakey had inherited his mother's brains and hanging out with the four women that were seriously in his life gave him an edge in learning to talk. It was a good thing he had the women in his life, Melissa had said, unfairly. If the baby had to learn to talk from his father, she sometimes mused, all he would be able to do was point and grunt.
Melissa woke up after an hour and a half nap and joined them in the living room. Jake thought that his wife was the prettiest pregnant woman who ever lived. She said she was a fat cow but Jake saw her as radiantly and serenely beautiful. Jake figured Ramon Diaz was not far from the truth when he called Melissa the Madonna. Toddler Jacob crawled up on the couch by his mommy's lap, kissed her belly, and said 'love you' to her belly. Melissa had told Jacob that a sister or brother for him was growing in her stomach. Jakey was anxious for his new sibling to get here to play with him.
After supper at the pub, Trish sat with Melissa and little Jacob while Nina and Leslie dragged Jake down to the blustery beach. The air was thick with fog and mist as usual --but the sound of waves crashing against the shore kept them heading in the right direction. The two small girls were on either side of him and snuggled under his arms. The noise of the wild, untamed ocean racking itself against the boulder strewn beach both scared and excited the teenaged girls.
"This is so romantic, Jake; just the three of us in our own little world," Leslie said.
"I wonder how many girls have come down here with the O'Buckley over the centuries?" Nina asked.
"A lot, I'll bet," said Leslie. "But I'll also bet I'm the first half-black, half-Jewish one."
Jake hugged them both tighter and kissed them in turn. "And I'll bet that no O'Buckley ever brought two sweeter or prettier girls down here," he said.
They stayed at the beach until the chill damp air was too uncomfortable then walked back to the cottage. Both Melissa and Trish yawned and kissed them good night before heading for their respective bedrooms. Jake sat up with the girls for awhile, snuggled up under a blanket on the couch. He enjoyed listening to them talk about how the Keelmira valley affected them. Leslie was filled with peace and contentment here, much as Jake was. For Nina it was as if the very air energized her. She said she had been on the edge of having to relieve herself with her fingers all day she was so excited. Leslie took the hint and kissed them both before heading to bed.
Leslie was no sooner out of the room than Nina attacked Jake.
"You are in serious trouble, Jake, because every Buckley descendant I've talked to tonight feels the same way I do. I'm going to get mine while I can," Nina said as she pulled him on top of her.
The next morning Jake was up early and out of the house by half past six. He went to the inn and scrounged a cup of coffee. He was pleasantly surprised to see both his sisters and his cousin Claudia already there sipping from steaming cups of hot chocolate. It was a rare treat for him to get to spend any time with his sisters, especially Angie. Angie was a senior at the University of Florida; it had taken a lot of coordination for her to miss class for two weeks and be here. She had brought along her books and assignments. Claudia and Debbie were both out of college, having graduated the prior May. Both were heavily involved in the rapidly expanding HERZ Fitness Centers. HERZ was piggy-backing on the market research and market development of Turner Furniture Superstores.
Jake went into the kitchen, said hello to Rory, and got his own steaming mug before he sat down with the ladies. Jake thought that all three of them looked especially pretty and vibrant that morning. It was not hard to tell they were related either, especially Claudia and Angie with their flaming red hair and freckles. His sisters and Claudia were the tallest of the women in his family; Debbie and Angie were five-nine and Claudia was five-seven. Angie was still small-breasted and slim, Claudia was more voluptuous and curvy. Debbie was a blend of feminine curves over firm muscles, the fitness model for women that would become the rage in the new millennium.
Jake complimented them all on how pretty they were this morning and even strong-girl Debbie blushed cutely as he kissed each of them. They chatted while drinking their coffee and cocoa. Angie, sitting to his right, held his hand as they talked. Debbie and Claudia left after about ten minutes, Debbie was heading to her parents' cottage to help Helen with Joseph and Julia. Claudia was going to see her brother Sean and Nina. She was Godmother to Sean and Nina's baby daughter Colleen and doted on the little angel.
"I've missed you way too much, baby brother. Debbie, Claudia, and I all feel that way. Being here with you makes me realize how much I love you. Do you think we could spend some time together alone, soon?" Angie said.
Jake replied that he had likewise missed his princess and would love for just the two of them to hang out together. Jake invited Angie to go for a walk with him. Angie quickly accepted and they walked hand in hand out into the misty morning. As Nina and Leslie had been the day before, Angie was drawn towards the ocean, so they hiked down to the beach. The tide was in and the fishermen were already out on the water of the bay casting their nets for cod and sea bass.
Jake and Angie climbed up on a large boulder and sat watching the sea. Angie huddled under his arm as they talked. Angie loved the family business and worked at TFA during the summers doing an internship that earned her college credits. When she graduated from college, she was going to work there full time with the goal of eventually taking over from their father. She already knew as much about TFA as anyone except her father and Terry Steyaert.
Angie said she had dated some but had not been serious with any one guy since Tyler Thornton. Jake made a mental note to kick Tyler's ass for breaking her heart. 'What was it about Thornton men that made them such assholes?' he wondered to himself. Angie brought his mind back to the present when she told him that she wanted to re-establish a relationship with him much as they had had before, when they were in high-school. Angie said that she knew Melissa's ground rules and she was fine with them. Angie blushed as she mentioned that Melissa was the person who had taught her to kiss and masturbate. Jake was speechless when she finished talking. Every single thing she had said after talking about Tyler was a surprise to him. He hugged her tighter and kissed her. He would definitely have to think about what to do with Angie long term.
"I'd like that, Princess; I've missed you very much. You'd better talk to your cousin Nina first. There are things about our family you need to find out; you are going to be amazed and are probably not going to believe a lot of it," Jake said.
She favored him with one of her rare smiles and pushed him back onto the rock. She molded herself against him and gave him a kiss that sent every blood cell in his body straight to his dick.
"It must be this sea air, Jake, because I swear I have been so horny for you since we got here I can hardly stand it." Jake slipped his hand up under her cable-knit sweater and captured one of her little cone shaped breasts in his hand. She smiled down at him.
"I know you like me braless so I will never wear one around you again, Jake."
Jake made a date to finish what they started later. He walked Angie back to the inn and then went to his cottage. It was eight-thirty and everyone was up now and ready to go to breakfast. Jake held hands with Melissa as they walked to the inn. Melissa told him that Nina had explained how all the women were acting and said that he would be responsible for them all having a good vacation.
In Chicago, a distressed Cindy Sorensen was in a taxi driving away from the Tremont estate; she was in shock, in part, because Alfred had disclosed his taping of her sex sessions. As the drug slowly wore off, remorse and revulsion took its place. Had she really done all those things and enjoyed them?
The sex with Alfred and Michelle got better after Alfred had so forcefully disseised her virginities. The Tremonts had little trouble convincing her that she liked being taken that way. She glowed with drug induced love for them and did anything they asked of her. They had asked for a lot. Cindy's vagina got a work out after her twenty-one year dry spell as Alfred, or Michelle with a strap-on, repeatedly ploughed her. Cindy admitted to herself that she had actually enjoyed the intercourse. She had been stupid to make such a big production of guarding her virginity.
Cindy was the guest of honor at a small gathering Alfred threw just two nights ago. Michelle had dressed her and fixed her make up so that she was beyond beautiful. Alfred and Michelle had lavished attention on her that evening and she glowed with love for them. She even drank a little champagne and felt wonderfully giddy.
When the lights dimmed and the party became more intimate, Cindy loved being the center of attention. Every man there wanted to dance with her as did some of the women. Alfred told her to not worry about wandering hands, it was innocent fun, and they all loved her. After Alfred's reassurance she let them touch her and it was enjoyable. As the partiers made themselves more comfortable, Alfred had stripped her down to her designer underwear and heels. She proudly strutted her perfect little body for her new friends. Before the evening was done, she had had sex with at least ten men and half as many women. She had almost thrown up when Alfred showed her the video of her slavishly taking three men at once.
The Tremonts' love for her had been a lie, a ruse to get her to debase herself for their enjoyment. Cindy had never imagined that people that cruel existed. Worse yet, she had been such a willing participant; only now was she thinking about the consequences of her behavior. What if she contracted some social disease or, God forbid, what if she were pregnant? She was definitely going to see a doctor immediately.
God, I am so stupid, she thought, and selfish as well. I made such a big production out of holding out from Jake until he married me that he must have felt I was blackmailing him. To think that I turned down being with him and Melissa only to wind up doing the same thing with someone as evil as the Tremonts was beyond bizarre. Well the ice was certainly broken now, but would Jake even talk to her tainted as she was? Confused thoughts of Jake, her career, and the ugliness that just smeared her were twirling in her mind; she decided she needed sleep and time to get her head on straight.
"You know, Hubby, this might be the time I finally see you having trouble keeping up with them all. Maybe we should have brought some of Carl's wonder pills with us," Melissa teased.
"Could be," Jake admitted. Then he added, "But with you not draining me dry every few hours, I might be ok. If I need inspiration, I'll just picture you naked, you know that always gives me a hard-on that a woodpecker couldn't dent."
She squeezed his hand and leaned her head against him. She knew he meant what he said and she knew that he would have been content just sleeping with her if that were what she wanted. The openness of their relationship was all her idea and, so far, it was working exactly as she had hoped. Trish, Leslie, Nina, Faith, and Erika were family to her -- as sure as if they had been born Thorntons. That they were all intimate with her, Jake, and each other made them even closer. Melissa knew that society frowned on their live-style so they kept the exact nature of their relationships strictly to themselves.
How perfect was it that the only man for her fell into her life from out of the future? A perfect man from a family genetically programmed to provide what Melissa wanted. When she was younger, Melissa had always felt that she must have something wrong with her because she thought so differently than those around her. Her mother had abetted the feeling by encouraging her to hide her vastly superior intellect. She kept up her façade as a bright normal teenager until her father was killed and she sought out Jake. Why she instinctively knew he was the one for her was still as big a mystery as her ability in business.
Jake said that her brain was just wired better than everyone else's; he hoped that their children's brains would be also. Melissa knew that they would be; Jakey was already showing the signs. She now understood her own mother's dilemma. How could she let her son exercise his abilities without causing him social problems?
By the time they made it to the inn, Melissa had decided that Trish was probably the best person to help with Jakey's development. Trish would know how best to put a socially normal face on her son's extraordinary dual heritage. If Jakey inherited a full measure of both his parents' abilities, he was going to be something else. Better start dealing with that possibility early.
After breakfast, Jake felt a compulsion to visit the old manor house where his grandfather had been born. Jake had awakened that morning with a strong urge to spend more time there. He and Rory had given the manor a cursory initial visit last year and Jake had the thought that maybe he could buy and restore the manor. After all, it was his ancestral home. The Ninas and Leslie offered to baby-sit so Corinne, Mary, and Helen could go with him. The three women had, strangely, awakened with the same urge.
Jake borrowed Rory's old army surplus Land Rover and drove them to the manor that was perched like a bird of prey on a ridge just down from the ruins of Buckley castle on Cloagh Patrick. The manor was solidly built and well-roofed; it would not take much for it to be livable. Jake asked Corinne why no one lived there. She replied simply that it was the O'Buckley home. The people in the village and Keelmira Valley could not conceive of anyone else living there. Without knowing why, all four of them trooped through the main rooms and then down to the basement, the flashlight from Rory's truck illuminating the way.
Once in the basement, Jake felt a moment of dizziness as, for the
first time, he felt his grandfather's presence while he was awake. The
women followed him silently as Elliott urged him towards the south,
upslope brick wall of the basement. Elliott guided Jake's hand to a
brick only slightly larger than the rest. Jake pushed one corner of it
twice then the opposite corner once. The metallic snick of a lock
opening sounded loud in the tomb-quiet basement. Jake leaned on the
wall to the left of the brick and a small door sized section easily
rotated inward on well greased bearings. Everyone gasped at the totally
unexpected mechanism and gingerly moved toward the now-open doorway.