Family Business Ch. 03

"Yo, Jeremy speaking, whose--"

"Yo J, it's me. Do you remember me?" Santiago chirped like a happy bird in a birdbath fountain.

"Oh sheeeet, My man Santiago the Saint, it's been a mothafuckin long time dawg. How's everything been with you, homie. Are you good? You caught me off guard here."

Santiago looked like he could shed multiple tears, but he pushed them back and instead smiled as he spoke. "Just wanted to hear an old friend's voice. How have I been?" he looked at his arm and his reflection in the mirror on his bedroom door.

"I've been better, bro."

"I don't like the sound of that. Something happened to you when you returned home, and it wasn't good. You can tell me If you like, or don't. Wait, let me guess, it's about Ena, isn't it?"

Santiago remained silent. That was all Jeremy needed to hear. "I knew she was trouble from the day you introduced me to her. Bro, you know, like her, I'm also American. And us Americans that were born r raised there, we come with this unique and sometimes arrogant personality that is rare on these shores. If she wasn't so Japanese, she could have been a Hip-Hop video bunny with that attitude. But besides that, tell me what happened."

"Jeremy, you remember how I told you that I live in an isolated village."

Jeremy chuckled on the other side. "How can I forget. You told me it was special and different. Let me guess; you can't tell me anything about your hometown yet, can you."

"Unfortunately, not yet, but I can tell you that Ena and I are...well, we're over."

"I don't think you are, though, Santiago. You were enamored with her throughout the years you spent in T.U. Whatever must have happened, I have this strong feeling it was either she or neither of you were in your right minds when whatever it was that happened, happened." Jeremy could hear Santiago sniffling, unsure if he was weeping or just sick.

"Has anyone else asked for me back in T.U?" Santiago's previous depressed demeanor lifted when he asked the question, his tone rising with hope in his heart to hear if anyone wondered about what happened to him after he left.

"Santiago, people have. Do you remember Jennifer?"

Santiago's heart skipped a beat hearing that name. Besides Ena, Jennifer was an Irish transfer student who caught not only his eyes but every man's attention for many reasons. One of those reasons was her orange hair as orange as the fruit that bears its name. Her eyes were green and sparkled like emeralds when the light of the sun hit them. She had slight freckles on her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, making Jennifer look innocent yet seductive. Then there was her ass.

Santiago and Jeremy snickered and laughed on the other end and spoke together,

"Jennibuns!"

"How could I forget that booty. Biggest ass I've seen on a white girl like that. Did she ask about me?"

"I do hate myself for telling you this only because this made me jealous, but after you left, she asked me when you would be coming back. I told her you wouldn't be. Then she asked me if I could give her your number. But I asked her if she would like mine. That red-headed bitch said she wasn't into black guys."

Santiago cringed on his side. "Sorry to hear that, bro; better luck in your next life I guess."

"I should have told her to suck my dick then kick rocks, but I kept it cool and told her you wouldn't be interested in a ginger-like her and that you already were with Ena."

"Bro, seriously! You didn't have to make me sound like an asshole."

Jeremy laughed but settled down shortly after. "she said she didn't believe me and asked me if I would give her your number. I withheld it because I told her I would ask you first. She's still waiting for your answer, but I think she may be in a relationship with someone now. Soo, whatever you want to do, it's up to you."

Santiago wanted to hit those pale round buns, but he was with Aira now; at least he thought he was. Would she be open to having an open relationship? Perhaps he should let old past crushes just lie there, in the past.

"Nah, that's okay. I meant, don't get me wrong, I want to make those cheeks claps as much as the next man, but I'm in a relationship with someone already. But if I could take a little bit more of your time, Id likes to ask you another question."

"Shoot, brotha, go ahead; I have lots of time on hand." Jeremy sounded like he was getting comfortable.

"Well, I know this is going to sound strange. But what would it take to take down a whole town."

"Uh, what? Do you mean like domestic terr--"

"No, no, no, no, I'm not talking about anything like that. I mean, if a town had a powerful secret organization running everything, how would one take it down."

"You aren't talking about the Illuminati or the Bilderberg group here, are we?" Jeremy chuckled, but his excited tone dimmed and turned slightly concerned.

"No, nothing like that, just humor me for a little bit."

"Well, as a famous man once said, the dark cannot live in the light, so too secrecy can't live with transparency."

"Really? Who said that?"

"Me."

"You asshat."

Jeremy laughed but answered Santiago sincerely. "Transparency is the enemy of secrecy, brother. So if you want to take down a secret organization, just expose them to the world. If you can't fight them, expose them."

"But what if they decide to take vengeance on you, then what?" Santiago asked with concern in his tone. Jeremy could hear the growing terror in his friend's voice.

"This is why you're supposed to have a plan B and C in case the shit hits the fan. But if you want, stop by here sometime, and we can see what's what. How that sounds to you, pawtna?"

"Sounds like a plan, but first, I need to get permission from my town el...council members to leave."

"Yeah, bro, that sounds real--"

"--Weird. I told you before that my town is extraordinary. I hope we can see each other next month, Jeremy. I gotta go."

"Aigh, bro, take it easy."

**NEXT DAY**

Opening his eyes, Santiago awoke to the warmth and light of a new day penetrating through his windowpane. He had a strange nightmare; well, it wasn't so much a nightmare as it was just a bad dream. Four white rabbits surrounded him and acted as guard dogs. They traveled from outside his home to the edge of his family's land, where an army of black coyotes marched on them. The air felt heavy and oppressive. Hunger and violence radiated from the predators, but when it seemed they were doomed, an army of lesser equal size marched forward to meet the coyotes from behind them. The opposing military consisted of different strong breeds like rottweilers, German shepherds, Dobermans, Mastiffs, etc.

Santiago kept the rabbits behind him and watched the dogs and coyotes battle it out. Their blood stained the land, their snarls and pained whimpers echoed throughout the hills as their battle raged on. Before seeing the battle's conclusion and who won, he awoke. Standing in front of his window and blocking out the sun's light was his mother, who at first looked like a pure black silhouette.

"Honey, you fell asleep and never had dinner," Hitomi said to her son. She moved closer to his bed, stepping out from under the light in front of his window. She sat down next to him. Her weight made him sink towards her.

Santiago rubbed his eyes and stared back at her. She had a black shirt, long maroon dress skirt, and black fuzzy slip-on slippers. Her hand hovered over his legs and stopped above his morning wood, where she gently settled on top of it and rubbed. He moaned as her fingers squeezed gently around his manhood and stroked him.

"Mom, what are you doing here? What time is it?" he moaned.

"Good morning, my sunshine. Its morning. We missed you at dinner last night. I was going to bring you your dinner last night and wake you so you could eat it, but you were sleeping."

He looked around his room and still felt like he was dreaming. The air felt light; the light seemed brighter. His mother's usual perfume was strong this morning.

"I was talking to a friend of mine from my university days, and then I watched some videos, and then I fell asleep. I was also playing music, but why is it turned off?"

"Because I turned Monica off. Are you sick? Do you have a fever?" She pressed her head on his own and checked to see if he had an elevated temperature.

Santiago blushed as she kept rubbing his morning wood. But tucked between her skirt and shirt was a letter. He pressed his hand on hers and put a pause to what she was doing to him. "What is that, mom? Is that a letter?"

He reached up to grab the letter, but she grabbed it and held it up over his head, and dangled it like a carrot in front of a hungry horse. A sly grin came over her face as she flung it across the bed. "Mom, what the--" She pressed her head against his neck, smelling him and pressing her chest against his own. He could feel the erection of his own and hers pressing against one another.

"I missed having my son inside me last night, but as a wife, I have duties I need to uphold and honor to your father. I'm sorry if our activities last night bothered you."

"Why would it bother me? The sounds weren't responsible for my or Hana's conception, but they were there when we happened. Besides, as much as I love having sex with you, mom, I have to have my own woman eventually. Now, mind telling me what the letter was about mother?"

Hitomi looked hurt by his words; true as they might have been, she wouldn't mind having him to herself a bit longer. She felt him trying to move out from under her, but she wasn't finished with him just yet; she was only getting started.

***

"Mom, can you get off me so I can wash up"

"Aw, but why Santi?" Hana said, walking into his bedroom. She had only her panties on, which did nothing to hide her erection throbbing behind the delicate fabric.

"Hana? What the hell is going on here? I must still be dreaming," he said, struggling under his mother's weight. "Mom, what are you doing!"

Hitomi laughed and kissed his neck and jawline. He suppressed laughter and tried to move his mother, but Hana came up kneeling behind their mother after locking the door. She flipped Hitomi's skirt over her ass and made her mother bend in a way that raised her ass further up. Hitomi looked behind her and felt Hana pull her panties down her thick thighs.

"What if dad walks--" Santiag tried speaking.

"He's out tending to the animals with Marlon Brando and Masako." Hitomi said, kissing him.

"God, mom, your ass is so big and thick. Santi, you and daddy, are lucky to fuck mom, but I think it's time it was my turn to dig deep inside of her." Hana hissed, her cock throbbing on top of the two large mounds of soft flesh in front of her.

"At least let me brush my teeth!" Santiago struggled. Hitomi finally let him go, and he rolled off the bed, slamming down hard on his hardwood floor. "Fuck" he let out, annoyed, he walked into his bathroom to wash.

His mother and sister's combined panting and sounds of their bodies slapping together started almost immediately. It permeated through the bathroom door while Santiago brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth. He checked his eyes and brushed his hair back with water. He looked at his false acrylic teeth inside his mouth, the scars on his face and forearms. Permanent reminders of the transgression against his village. What would happen to him or his family if what he was thinking about came to pass? His worries and fears drowned with the sound of incestuous sex on the other side of the door.

Pulling open his door, Santiago walked out buck naked with a throbbing hardon pointed at both his mother and sister. Hana fucked their mother doggy style with her hands firmly gripping Hitomi's hips as her lower body slapped vigorously against her round-wide supple cheeks. Their mother kept her legs firmly closed together which made her foot-long cock jut out from between them.

With each thrust from Hana, their mother's cock flopped up and down, accompanied by the slapping of their skin right after. Hitomi bit down on the bedsheets and clawed at Santiago's pillows. Pleasure coursed from her pussy and cock, which she stroked in synch to Hana's thrusts. It was rather odd now that he saw it, but he couldn't remember a time when Hana and their mother were ever intimate with each other before.

"Uh uh uh, no masturbating for you, Mommy," Hana said, reaching over and pulling her mother's arms back and away from her cock.

Hana crossed her mother's arms behind her back, almost like she was an arresting officer. With one arm, she kept her mother's arms locked, and with her other hand, Hana reached in front of her mother and stroked her massive boner. Hana had to lower herself by widening her spread knees on the bed. This position was to help her pelvis move more smoothly as she thrust up and down and because her mother's ass was also wide and thick.

Santiago transfixed on his sister and mother. Hana moaned sharply in line with each thrust like an animal clenching her teeth as their lower halves continued slapping against one another. As Hana moved, her hard nipples rubbed against their mother's back. He saw his mother's neck crane; her jaw hung open, letting out deep sharp moans as her pussy and cock were both assaulted by her daughter.

"Well, I guess you two are busy with each other; let me see what the letter has to say."

"WAIT!" both Hana and Hitomi hollered, spooking Santiago, who jumped turned from fright.

Hana pulled out of Hitomi's wet pussy and grabbed and pulled Santiago towards her. She pulled him too hard and made him fall on top of her. Hitomi moved out of the way and watched her children kiss and caress one another. A feeling so strange, so taboo, and yet so sensual exploded out from deep within her psyche. Her nipples became more erect, her face and chest flushed brightly, and her cock throbbed just like her son's and daughters. And like Hana's pussy, Hitomi's pussy labia engorged with blood and vagina moistened to accept her son or her daughter once more.

"Fuck me, Santi, fuck me right in front of mom," Hana said, almost commanding. Hitomi's cock throbbed, and her cunt dripped as she watched her son take hold of his cock and rub it against his sisters, much to her pleasure. After rubbing cocks with Hana, he prepared to slide inside her until Hitomi stopped it.

"What's wrong, mom?" Santiago asked, looking up at her along with Hana.

"It's not that I don't want you two doing it in front of me; it's just that we should do this another time. I hope I didn't blue ball you, son."

"No, mom, it's fine. Hana, can I be alone with mom"

Hana straightened herself on his bed. She nodded at him and kissed him, and went on her merry way. Santiago checked his bedroom door and locked it. His mother sat on the edge of the foot of his bed. She watched him grab the letter and open it. He read it slowly. His eyes moved from left to right slowly, every gaze drinking in the content of the letter.

"Why is the letter already opened, mother?" he pointed out, smiling at her with a cocky smirk.

"Well, it came from the elders, so it's automatically extremely imperative for me to know what was sent to you. You understand, son, given everything that has happened."

Santiago nodded and unfolded the letter, and read it in his mind.

***

Dear Mr. Salazar (Santiago)

I hope you will find this letter in good spirits, Mr. Salazar; you are receiving this letter as thanks for saving the eldest's unborn child by taking Ena Hirose to the nearest hospital when her labor pains began. Without your help and your friend's help also, Ena and the baby would not be here today. The eldest has invited you to attend a dinner and after-party held in your honor. This invitation cannot be ignored. It is highly advised that you and only you attend. The time, date, and location for the event can be found on the back of this letter. Wishing you all the best with your audience with the Eldest -- The Scribe

***

"There's no point in telling you what's written on the letter, mom, seeing as you already read it. So what do you think about the letter, mother?"

"I believe this opportunity came to you from Heaven, son. Just think about the events that have led you to this moment, first, there was the mess back in the bathhouse. You were found guilty without a trial, and then you were punished horribly for your actions. You are a social pariah in Nigen-Sei, Santiago. But with this, you can redeem yourself, son. After you attend this special event, The Longboard will put out the good word that Santiago Salazar, formerly the second criminal, has now been redeemed in their eyes and therefore should be forgiven by his hometown."

"Have you ever been in their home, their palace, or wherever it is they live at, mom?"

"When I was twenty years old, I went off to Mexico; you already know this story but what you might not know is that before I flew out, it was The Longboard who allowed me to leave Nigen-Sei. And before I took off, I was invited to their, let's call it, a mansion fit for royalty and the nobility. Something you may not know is if a futa is still not bonded to another futa and is still a virgin, that virgin's virginity goes to the elders, I mean all of them."

Santiago had to think about what his mother had just told him and froze up when he felt he knew what had happened to her. he swallowed hard and gripped and re-gripped his hands balled into fists.

"Do you mean to tell me that the elders...had sex with you?"

"I think the word you meant to say was 'gangbanged'. Yes, the elders gangbanged me into the dirt."

"They did what to you! You mean to tell me they did to you what you and Hana did to Ena?" he said with venom in his voice.

"I know it sounds horrible, but it's been a custom since the first elders in antiquity instituted this, let's say baptism and confirmation in our society."

"What about men, mom? Do they get baptized and confirmed into this society like Futas, or are we--"

"Well, when a futa gets gangbanged by all the elders, it means she is eligible to one day be elected as an elder when she turns forty so long as she pledges her life to maintain the secrecy and protection of our society. I'm not sure if they will do the same to you; I hope to heaven they don't. but if they do, suck it up and hope it lasts less than half if you were a futa."

**Bathhouse # 1**

In the bathhouse reserved for new guests ranging from ages eighteen to forty, Santiago was with his father Gael, making sure everything inside was prepped for another night of family business. The shampoos were new, as were the soaps. The walls and floor were clean, and it smelled as fresh as the surrounding forest.

"Papa, this feels so strange to me. I haven't been back at this in what feels like forever. Before, I wasn't in a relationship with anyone; now I am, with Aira. It feels like I'm cheating on her."

"Mijo, listen up and take this piece of life advice from your old man. Your girlfriend is a futa, a true futa based on what you shared about her with your mother and me. Your mother, even after we were married, her lust for sex could never truly be quelled by just the two of us having sex. She would have sex with Masako, different futas, usually single and sometimes married. I knew what I was getting into when I arrived here to live with her. Honestly, having sex with others made me extremely angry and insecure about my marriage and myself as a man and a husband. What I am trying to tell you is if you are serious about being with Aira, then you better be prepared to experience the same experiences?"

"Don't worry about me, dad. Aira and I understand what our relationship is about and where it's going. She knows like I know that there are no surprises and no misunderstandings."