Extending the MILF List Ch. 25

"So we were wondering, Howard wants to talk to you and we'd like you to hear him out."

We? Howard? Hear him out? Curiouser and curiouser. "Why? What's he want anyway?"

"He wants us, not all at once, just like on a rotating basis...one of us staying at his house...yes...fucking him. He wants to fuck us all but one at a time."

"Good work if you can get it." I muttered. Georgia waited to see if Sonny would stuff his foot in his mouth as per normal but this time Sonny kept his shoes on. Held his water. Kept his mouth closed. I did however, stop fucking pet and she want back to work mining for gold in sister's needy cavern. The look of chagrin on Georgia's face as time vectored along in the one direction that makes any sense she surely hoped would be attributed to pet's tongue and not my silence which she must know she could not let me know was affecting her. She groaned. Tap.

Pet's head came up and she looked her umbrage at me, so I pumped her once just to let her know I wasn't teasing, much.

"Howard wants to trade for us though...to you."

Okay, this made no sense to me. "Trade? With me? Why don't you three witches of Eastwick just pack up and move in with that long dong shiver?"

"Because he wants to trade, since he'd be taking us away from you, he thinks that would be greedy so he suggested just the one at a time. On a rotating basis."

Add 'basis' into any proposal it seems to automatically sound reasonable, for some damn reason. Didn't help at all in this situation. I fucked pet while I considered it. I had to stop, that made no sense, focus on one thing and do it right then move on. I planted my flag in pet and she responded in kind, kindly clinching her tight little sheath on my sword over and over which allowed sister Georgia to make a little more sense, distracting pet as it must have done from her licking duty.

"He wants to trade, so it's not like he's just taking us away from you."

Oh now this was interesting! "Trade? So, he assumes that I own you three bundles of joy? As in own own so that I can transfer that ownership in some manner to someone else? Where do you suppose he got that idea?"

I watched as the light dawned in my sister's eyes. I felt my chest go all tense with the thrill of it. Their carefully laid plans for mouse and man had a rather glaring flaw. I am not a brute though. I helped her out, sort of, by not making her answer that question.

"What is it you people do anyway? How did all three of my sisters end up working at the same place? You do right? I have been entirely too incurious. What does the 'Howard' do, anyway?"

"We work at an aeronautics design company. We work on government contracts for the government."

I had to chuckle. "From the department of redundancy department in charge of memos about memos I suppose. Is Howard an engineer?" Pet continued to lick and munch.

"No. He's barely even a bean counter." This was not out of Georgia's mouth, but from Mavis who was sitting up again or still. "He and Jarvis Pace started the company. Jarvis has the sense god gave a goose about business, or less really, and Howard has kept him from getting fleeced. A genius engineer and is great with new, young talent...but can't manage a dust mop in a sand storm."

I wondered then if the whole "trade for Mavis" thrust of the discussion had penetrated her brain. It seemed sufficiently "king's new clothes" -ish as to be easily ignored. Couldn't let that happen but a guy has to be subtle once in a while just to keep in practice.

So I ignored Mavis and focused on Georgia's lovely tits, the easier path, much more followed.

"And what does he have to trade? Or is that the issue?"

"He wants to trade you Mavis. You know, one for one...you take her, and he gets one of us."

The light finally went on. I had this urge to tell all I know again like the old days but this was the dawn of a blue day. Mr. Howard needed Mavis out of the way, and this was how he proposed to do it. The pretty deception was pretty, that I owned my blisters but it seems that they had all signed onto that idea. They were all counting on Sonny to not notice the base implication and that they could finesse him to get what they wanted...and oh was that going to cause weeping and gnashing of teeth. I wasn't sure how yet. I wondered if they knew, or Mavis noticed? I didn't much like this sort of move, but it could grow out of a lust for my sisters and the honest desire not to shunt Mavis aside in a way that would hurt her sincerely. Gives him the benefit of the doubt but Satan has his good points, he tries hard.

I glanced at Mavis, feeling fearful that my slightest twitch would cue her in if she wasn't there already. She had the dull, "fuck mornings!" look in her eyes so I doubted she'd glommed onto the implications of this whole discussion. I'd need to address that. And I would. I wasn't quite sure that the blisters were onto this or not...and it didn't make a lot of sense that they'd fit with this arrangement, and why would they? How it is good for them was not obvious, which made me suspicious. So I asked about that.

"Why don't you girls just pack up and move in with Mr. Howard? Doesn't he want you there? All of you?" So much for subtle Sonny. I'd gone still in pet's cunt...and she seemed to be listening, head up and not attending her Georgia breakfast. So I pumped her a few times. It was funny to pump on one end of pet and have the response emerge from the other end of this female tandem. I'd pump in pet's cunt and out a moan or gasp would come from Georgia's mouth. I confess I got fascinated on that for a bit and lost the train of thought, but it came back round. Georgia actually answered, after a dozen or so thrust and mumbles.

"Well, um, Tawny has Chris to keep happy and Brent is a bit taken with Dalia. And I thought one of us should always be around to...uh...take care of you. You are our brother after all." Georgia is a lot of things, but an actress she is not. I could see the tendrils of Dalia's thinking in the fabric of this deception...what I could not see is why they were bothering to deceive me. That made no sense. Of course, the simple explanation could just be a thirteen inch cock. If he could keep it primed and happy dance hard, that should not be dismissed as a valid reason for them to all want to be in the queue for this Howard. I was rankled though by the idea that they should get what they want, give Ellen what she wanted, not just her job but the Sammy ride she obviously enjoyed...and what does Sonny get out of this? Mavis? Or what does Mavis get? Well, she gets Sonny but still...oh then something clicked, not the whole thing but something.

I was pleased enough with the idea that I shifted into overdrive and fucked pet hard and fast...first she lifted her head from Georgia's cunt, then she just lay her left cheek on Georgia's fine left thigh while I rode her. In moments she was keening and that suggested orgasm, along with the warm and welcome clinch of her cunt and the dripping sauce squelching out of the little minx when I drove into her.

I patted pet on the hip. "Cum for us, pet." I muttered. Cum she did...it was no human sound issuing from her mouth as she did. She went full fuck beast, squealing and screeching, her head thrown back like I was pulling on her hair, back bowed to get as much cock as she could capture...then she bucked a few times, shivered and literally collapsed. Her legs buckled and she dropped into a heap between Georgia's spread knees. Georgia watched this with real green-eyed envy that turned to horror as those licking lips of pet's left the environs of her bubbling cunt, never to be seen again. No, I overstate.

"What about me!" Georgia grunted through gritted teeth. Not the gritted teeth of regret, this was the gritted teeth of a woman in need. I saw that in her eyes. Pet's collapse had uncovered my cock so I nudged the pet aside and stepped in closer to my sexy naked sister. She stared at my smarmy cock and was licking her lips by the time I grasped hold of the back of her head and pulled her forward.

"Have a second-hand taste of pet, and then I'll fuck you for a bit to see if I have lost the knack of brotherly love." I said softly. Her mouth opened, my cock slid into it and she groaned then gagged in a very unsisterly fashion before letting the head of my cock drive past the entrance to her gullet. She then sucked me nicely but without any other moment. I gripped her by the hair when I felt nicely clean, pulled her gingerly off my cock and just flung her backwards onto the bed and on her back. We were in sync, we are family after all. This bed was just at the wrong height, not low enough for me to take her from my knees and not high enough to mount her standing.

I gripped my sister by the knees and lifted her legs to my shoulders. She whimpered again, the need, so well built in her by my pet, controlled her now. I had this moment when we were brother and sister once more and our bodies were still strange and glorious mysteries to each other. I felt the flow of her movements with me as I bent over her, inserted my cock into her bubbling cunt and penetrated her hard and fast, so smooth and slick she was. The odd height was difficult to do other than drop into her and that I did, driving into her with gravities aid.

Georgia bent as designed and I landed on the flats of the backs of her thighs, my cock slicking into her until I was planted deep...then I fucked her hard and fast. Orgasms came in threes...twice. She'd pant as I rammed her, then go utterly still and silent only to scream some inchoate prayer to her favorite fuck god...though she was saying "Sonny" in some language I am sure. The second time she tried to unbend, I had to hold her by the shoulders to keep my place in the world. I told her as she descended from that pleasing peak, that next she had to cry out that she was cumming for me. In short order, with the thump, thump, thump percussion of my metronomic thrusting, dulled by the stockings on her legs, she announced to the room and the world.

"I am climaxing, oh oh oh, god for my brother Sonny who's fucking me, oh my god!" Another moment. They came almost as fast as my sister was. This one touched me with the magic but fickled finger of fate that let me see that she did indeed not merely obey me in this little suggestion, but found a curious fulfillment in doing so. This was indeed a new thing. The previous times with her, while satisfying for her I have no doubt, she had still encountered me as more of a sex toy that served its purpose beautifully. Here, now though, something had changed.

The next trinity of ecstasy galloped through my lovely sister in much the same fashion but with the same sort of intensity and results as the third orgasm. I merely hammered her hard in that bent position. The struggle for air surely made her lightheaded but her cunt was alive and greedy, pulling at my cock with all its inner need. Each time orgasm shook her, her voice rang out clarion clear, announcing to the world that her brother was fucking her to a new orgasm. The last was barely a shudder but the quake in her voice told the truth of her words with eloquent simplicity. For some reason I didn't pursue my own dreams of ecstasy but withdrew from her doused cunt leaving her much as I found her, well, better I had to hope and as pristine as a lesbian.

My sister Georgia, the Nova of the family, whimpered when I extracted my cock from her clutching cunt. I went to take a shower. It was a quick thing to wash away the sweat and sisterly slush she'd sprayed onto me. Pet had watched with wide eyes and a sort of mesmerized delight. Mavis just stared as I fucked my sister before her eyes. I think the idea that her husband was proposing a trade of her to me for this puddle of lust that was my sister greeted Mavis brightly as her mind and body roused through the layers of wakefulness into the sensual sister songs my sister was singing.

I dried myself off, my cock finally seemed to realize this was a "pump and go" moment, not a plow and seed the furrow. He receded to bide his august time. Georgia stood by the bed, heeled, and skirted, with her stockings and garters still in place. I stood naked looking into her eyes.

"I...uh...told Howard you'd call." She said then, speaking softly in that breathy voice that barely made her bare breasts quiver...my gaze remained on them, marveling at the rosy hue they retained and how the flush made the field of freckles seem darker still. I lifted my eyes to find her staring intently at me. She crossed her arms under her bare breasts and then shivered at the touch of her own skin on them.

I nodded. "Mavis has the number. I'll call." I had little idea what to say but I resolved to make the call. I glanced at Mavis and she nodded.

"Can I go now?" My eldest sister asked.

Nothing told me something was different more surely than those four words and the smallness of her voice. She was really asking, not snarking out some sarcasm to make some snarky point. Her eyes flickered then and I imagined her realizing what she'd done, how it sounded and what I must surely take from it. She couldn't leave it alone.

"Can I have one of your shirts?" She asked, surely intended to belie her last question but it failed when I shook my head.

"No. Your's is where I left it, I imagine. You may go." She turned and went out into the world, topless, freshly fucked and flushed from the glory of it. I imagined her discovering that some assiduous maid had gathered up her shirt leaving her a trip to the lost and found, topless, or the long walk through the lobby, topless out into the cold. The habit of dancing out without a coat had caught up with her. I imagined my sister striding proudly through the lobby, her tits bobbing defiantly as the surprised denizens there stared. Oh to know what that would feel like to her! I almost hurried down the hall to catch the lift with her but I had a call to make.

"I can call Howard for you." Mavis said. "I need to find out how long we have this room for, for sure."

We like to think that things arrive in the mind unbidden and the lack of any tracks to trace each thought back to some origin and cause may be the most logical augment for God, as the cause of all things, for our thoughts are the most personal and private but they cannot just appear unbidden can they? I say this because the thought I had then seemed perfect and magically uncaused even though it connected to her question rather neatly.

"Mavis, I have the feeling I am going to need someone to organize my life...there is more than meets the eyes and having someone to keep me from stepping on my dick might be a benefit. I might even be able to arrange a salary." I saw the thought in her eyes then, chagrin of a sorts with a sort of relief too. "Oh, my dear, don't worry, you will be fucked, a lot...handed off as I wish and we'll see you have plenty of opportunity to tour the shadows and the darkness beyond." I had some touring to do myself and I realized in that moment that I fully intended to do so. The change in her demeanor was so obvious and immediate I could verify that my interpretation of that fleeting cast in her eyes had been accurate.

In that moment I realized I had just obtained a lay down assistant of my own. She'd be a strong presence, not obsequious or overcompensating with bluster and demands for insecurity. Mavis knew something of who she was but accurately with less of the wishful thinking that confuses what we teach to others about ourselves. My life was getting complicated and that made me nervous.

I completed the curation of my body while Mavis made the call, settling on a dim sum joint they both knew, the Schway Shaun, it sounded like, what she said meant "mountain water" which she imagined was like "fountain" but could not claim she knew Chinese well enough to say for certain. She ended the call and got off the bed, found my phone and loaded a GPS app and the address so I could find the place while I dressed. I was at the door when she stopped me with a word.

"Sonny, let me show you a pic of Howard, since you have never met, one of you should know who to look for." She had a point but as sometimes happens, it wasn't what either of us thought it was. The true significance was there, we just didn't notice. On her phone she had a pic of their six pack family...two sons, two daughters and the blunt bodied parents. Howard looked like the male version of Mavis, bluff, stout, broad as a nose guard tackle in American football but not rotund, just, Mavis big, with short pale crew cut hair. I tried to imagine the two of them fucking and thought of two Volkswagens, one mounting the other doggy style and I chuckled...but some part of me was focused on the family picture.

"Your daughters?" I asked casually tapping the screen of her phone.

"Yes. Barbara is the brunette and Carrie Anne is the blond. Pretty aren't they?" Her pride bubbled over then and told me something that would need time to become clear. "Howard dotes on them and they'd do anything for him. I always had to rein them in and they hated me for that, well resented it at least. He was Santa Claus in your family and I was the Grinch. To them at least."

I nodded politely with the nagging feeling that I was missing something. I left then but by the time I was in the elevator...up, down, up down...my mind had finally apprehended the true significance of the picture. Howard was going to be surprised by the turn my tactic took in that moment. That glimmering inspiration converted the unhappy prospect of meeting him to something much more inviting!

The lobby was a mass of chaos. What had been a placid lagoon sheltered from the world by the early morning when Georgia lured me down stairs was now a seething mass of humanity. I heard frenzied clerks shouting, "computers are down" as I wended my way through the people sitting on luggage growling at the delays.

The drive to The Fountain or whatever the fuck Schway Shaun meant was peaceful compared to the hotel. My mind, however, churned with the evolving vision of my immediate future. One idea dominated my mind but I could not see the path to it, namely getting all my friends to fuck D. Debra Hamilton, all at once, until all her holes were fully filled. I had promised both ends of that stick the same thing, so it seemed like it should have been easy, but I just couldn't see how to manage it.

I parked in the glutted lot beside the big garish building, with the ancient Asian motif of bright colors and the swooping curves of the roof so that demons would fall out of heaven and be sent back whence they came. Good riddance, earth has enough demons without getting heaven's rejects! I realized as I walked to the door that I had the plan fully formed for facing this man and his lurid proposal.

It turned out that having a picture of the man gave me an immediate advantage, I say advantage as it became immediately evident to me that we were never going to be friends, and the antagonism between him and Mavis was far understated, by her, to me. In the bustle and roar of the place I found the man sitting in a booth twiddling his thumbs in the way my grandmother used to do that constituted waiting in every context. I slide into the seat opposite to him and he glowered.

"I say, I am waiting for someone, that seat's taken." He growled. Howard Percival was a bluff man with a head that reminded me of the pictures of the Easter Island statues, flat on the back with a face on the front that seemed little more than filigree. He had small but brilliant green eyes, ruddy flesh that didn't bag but was hardly taut. His features where all blunt, like they'd been defined with a hammer rather than using the finesse of a chisel. He had full, almost feminine lips that glistened wetly around a set of brilliantly perfect teeth that would surely arouse a dentist while inspiring fear of poverty at the same time. Everything about him was thick, neck, jowls, shoulders...he had sausage fingers with chewed down fingernails, even his ears had sufficient meat on them to make a carnivorous cannibal drool...is that an oxymoron? No, just redundant I think. How these two slabs of meat could have given genes to the two daughters and slender boys in the family picture seemed a marvel, but beauty and innate sensuality seems like a recessive trait or even a sporting accident, rather than a family distinction. I had the unbidden flash of Mavis and this man in throes of coitus which put me again in mind of two Volkswagens fucking and I grinned. Howard must have thought me an idiot for sure. I didn't care.