Hypergeniture Bk. 02 Pt. 02

Finally, she leaned back, satisfied with her work. "Very good... The patient's bath is complete."

Natasha got out of the water, properly stripping off her bikini before giving me a hand. I thought we'd be drying up, but she led me to the shower, starting the water and circling me until she had her arms wrapped around my torso.

"You are a billionaire, Oliver. I will bathe you from now on, and then we will share a shower afterwards. Of course, other lovers might join too..."

"I'll dissolve under all that water," I teased, enjoying the feeling of the water raining down on us.

My cousin didn't answer. She sank to her knees with her lips dragging down the tract of my spine as she did -- landing exactly where I wanted them. With one hand, she found my cock, taking a second to get the perfect grip before starting long strokes up and down. Her other hand spread my ass, helping give her tongue room to do its magical work. Her devotion was unrivalled, and her hunger extreme...

After the scolding hot bath, I was already tender. She didn't care for that tenderness -- it didn't slow her down -- as she made sure I could feel her in every sense of the word!

Standing on the verge of passing out, I closed my eyes as she stroked my cock and her tongue made laps of my asshole. The laps stopped, the strokes happened faster, and she started using the tip of her tongue to make fast swirling motions. I was at the edge, inhaling to hold on just a second longer -- my knees bending and back straightening. As my shoulders sagged, I knew a surge of energy would soon see my whole mind focus on one place.

Natasha could sense it too... She understood me. The stroking stopped, and she used both hands to spread my cheeks. All her energy was poured into rimming me, and with that came the ultimate climax. Without even touching my cock, she brought me to a beautiful release as loads of spunk blasted from my cock.

"Agh! Fuck yes," I exhaled, grabbing the wall to try and steady myself as Natasha didn't stop. "Fuuuck yes! Ohmigod!"

I could feel my cousin giggle as she paused for a moment of joy before continuing her care. She went faster and harder, and I was in no position to stop her. Eventually, it was her own exhaustion that saw her stop -- her lungs heaving and mouth dry as the steam from the shower threatened to knock us both down.

Together, we stumbled out of the shower, closing the taps and heading straight to bed. We were exhausted, but we wouldn't sleep long... No, there were still more 'procedures' for my nurse to conduct, and I looked forward to it.

I wasn't sure she could make it a daily thing, but my cousin's special pampering certainly made life worth living.

• • •

Natasha was fast asleep when I started stealthily searching for the key to her room. We'd slept through the morning and most of the afternoon, approaching another night of adventure. Our deal was to stay cooped up for three days, but I wanted to get out for just a few minutes; to make a single work call.

After a brief search in the dark, I found the key underneath the bed. Creeping towards the door, I carefully unlocked it, opening it just enough to slip into the penthouse proper. My phone was in the bedroom I shared with the twins, and they were likely awake, given I was the only one who kept an inverted daily routine. Still, I wasn't too surprised when I found Tecla under the covers with the aircon blasting -- her eyes closed as she gently snored.

I'd neglected to get dressed in my rush to sneak out of the cousin-bedroom. Being barefoot helped keep me quiet as I gently moved to the side table, taking hold of its drawer with two hands and pulling it open one inch at a time.

Everything was going so well until the drawer creaked. Tecla grumbled, turning onto her side until she was facing me. Her eyes opened for a second, but it seemed like her sleep wasn't broken. Luckily, I could see my cellphone and reached in to grab it between two fingers, slowly lifting it, so I didn't make another sound.

Straightening my legs, the pain of my wound flared, and I couldn't help but groan. This second disturbance woke my sister.

"Mmm... You're not supposed to be here," she mumbled.

"I just wanted to make a quick call," I whispered.

"Bull... You want to see if Alicia is mad at you."

"Of course not," I insisted. "I'm not even wearing any clothes."

Tecla shuffled back on her elbows and sat upright. The blanket fell to her waist, revealing she was topless.

I didn't think my sisters would continue to sleep in the nude with me out of the room. Though, I was happy they did... Intimacy, love and trust between them warmed my heart. I wanted our circle to be complete and for everyone to be comfortable with everyone else.

I was discovered AWOL and was bound to be in hot water thanks to my unauthorised escape from Natasha's hospital room. But Tecla let her curiosity overpower her disappointment.

"How does it feel to be fucking our cousin again?"

"Great," I confessed, making Tec smile proudly.

"She's the lucky one... But I'm glad you're having fun. Plus, my pussy really needed a break from that magic cock of yours."

"If your pussy ever gets tired, we could always switch to your mouth," I teased daringly.

Tecla liked my commanding tone. "And if my mouth gets tired, we could always try something else..."

"Something else? I like the sound of that."

"Good... I'm slowly working up the courage for it, but I'll only agree if Elle feels ready too."

I smiled, happy to see the twins were still as twin-y as ever. They demanded to do everything together, and they'd never leave each other hanging. While I didn't plan on letting my enemies take me out any time soon, I was grateful the family seemed capable of living without me.

Tecla and I looked each other in the eye for a while -- content. The room was dark, but there was that blue glow that often filled space when the moon and the night sky mingled to inject romance into our world.

"Grab something from our wardrobe and go see Alicia," Tecla instructed. "I promise, she's not angry about you hallucinating the whole half-sister thing."

I decided that my little sister was more than a little on the money. The work call was an excuse to get out into the penthouse proper and find Allie for a chat. I moved to the wardrobe and pulled on some sweats before making my way out of the room and to the dining room.

As expected, I found Elle working alongside Alicia. They were sitting apart -- my sister's porno empire on her screen and some security arrangements on Alicia's screen. Both seemed happy to see me.

"You're supposed to be locked in Natasha's room," Elle asserted.

"I have to make a call."

My sister rolled her eyes before getting to her feet. "I'll leave you two, but get back to Natasha before she wakes up. Otherwise, she'll keep you for longer, and I'll miss you too much."

With Elle gone, I took her place. She'd left her laptop, and I couldn't resist a little snooping, especially knowing she wouldn't mind.

It seemed her plans for the pornography studio were advancing well, and I spotted an email to our mother. The former was all about colour palettes: What the site and videos would look like. I'd forbidden her from getting too involved with production (thinking it was inappropriate for a young woman). Nevertheless, I was happy to see that she took an interest in something. Reading her notes, I got a better idea of her tastes and sexual proclivities -- seeing a memo to her creative team demanding that the girls make eye contact with the camera as often as possible.

"Such a sweetheart," I whispered to myself, knowing how much my sister loved intimate sex.

As for the email to Mom? I didn't open it, assuming Elle would tell me anything I needed to know about her sensitive diplomatic mission. I hoped she would achieve her objective.

I missed our mother, as absent as she was during our childhood.

"She's going to do it," Alicia interrupted my thoughts. "You put the right person on the job. Delegating is important, and your sisters are more than capable."

"As always, you know my thoughts better than I do," I said, attempting a compliment.

Alicia shook her head. "No, sir, you seem to be the one who can read minds."

"I'm sorry about that--"

"Why? You couldn't help what you hallucinated."

"You must feel a little violated."

"I don't... You... You could never make me feel that way, but... But it did freak me out a little. The truth is that I seem to know everything about you, but you know nothing about me. For god's sake, Liz Wharry paid me to follow you while you were in university... So... if anyone should feel violated..."

I saw an opening. "Maybe you can tell me something about yourself. Like, what's the deal with your sister?"

"Her name is Nicole," Alicia started, avoiding eye contact. "When our father died, I realised he'd left her nothing, so I decided to go see her. It was the first time we met: I arrived at her tiny apartment to give her half my inheritance. When I reached the door, I heard screaming... She was on the ground; her boyfriend was kicking her. I was too weak to bust down the door, so I desperately started looking for another way inside.

"Once I got through a window, I confronted him -- demanding he stop hurting her -- but he attacked me instead. I wasn't well trained, and I didn't have much experience. The fight got ugly, and I was convinced he aimed to kill me. I grabbed a kitchen knife and..."

"And the rest is history?" I completed.

"No," Alicia shook her head. "Nicole was furious at me. No matter how much he hurt her, she would always love him. We made a plan to cover up the whole event, but she didn't stick to it. Once I was out of the country, she went to the police and confessed, claiming she'd done it all herself in some strange effort to salve her guilt. I... I wanted to go back and fix things, but they sent me to protect you from afar -- basically to stalk you -- and I fell in love with the mission."

"Is the mission really what you fell in love with?"

Alicia snickered. "Don't push it."

"I won't... I'm glad you're opening up."

There was a brief silence before we returned to our work. I decided that I did actually want to make some calls. Most of these were about setting my sisters up with mentors and staff to fulfil their new roles. Plus, there was the not insignificant matter of their education.

For the time being, I avoided calling Cassandra Nash again. I wanted to go to her with something concrete down the line -- something she could really help with.

Things were falling in place. Friendships were intact, family members were drawing closer together, and I'd decided that if the choice was between man or mouse, I much preferred to be the former.

10 • Recurrence

Natasha looked devilish as I returned to the bedroom.

I'd been caught out!

My cousin raced forward, snatched the key from my hand, and made sure to lock us inside before hanging it around her neck. She came storming past again, grabbing her bag of supplies from behind the bed, unpacking half-a-dozen items: scissors, shavers, creams, waxing strips... All very frightening considering she was neither a hairdresser nor a beautician!

With her hands on her hips, Tash twisted her lips and gave me a disapproving look. Her outfit was hardly intimidating: For this evening, she'd decided to go with red fishnets, white heels, a white g-string and red cross nipple pasties (naturally tied together by her nurse's cap).

I couldn't help but snicker naughtily. "My life, man... It's crazy."

Shaking her head and waving at the implements, my cousin explained her plan with no small amount of seriousness behind each word. "Your valet should actually take care of this, but I don't think it interests Skylar... Don't get me wrong, you keep things quite tidy, but I think we can do even better. C'mon, let's show off that hunky body by getting it nice and smooth!"

Gulp!

Before I could protest, Natasha grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into the bathroom. For the next thirty minutes, she executed a carefully laid plan to ensure I looked my best and felt my best. I didn't get a chance to consider the pros and cons, and I was glad about it. Thanks to Tash's expert work, I not only liked what I looked like in the mirror, but I also felt lighter.

With the first phase done, I got dragged again -- this time, we made our way back to the bedroom and she declared that she would now cut my hair.

Mega-gulp!

"Are you sure about this?" I asked as she grabbed the scissors.

"I take this very seriously, Oliver," my cousin assured. "If you're going to take care of the family, someone needs to take care of you. I've been doing online courses about all sorts of things. I'm even ready to be your trainer... And your massage therapist."

Without another word of protest, I allowed her to do what she'd been planning as she waved me to a chair in the bedroom and started the haircut.

It turned out there was no need to worry as Natasha carefully styled my hair. I'd grown to like the longer length, so she only trimmed and styled, conservatively shaping my slightly wild mane into something resembling an executive with his affairs in order. Now and then, she simply couldn't resist giving me a peck as she took breaks between focused snips that strained her concentration. I got kisses on the cheek, shoulder, neck and lips.

It was a haircut like no other.

"I should pay you," I remarked.

"Living with you means none of us is ever wanting," she replied. "We have food, security, luxury accommodation..."

"I want my sisters to accumulate their own assets, and I want you to do the same. All as part of the Orwell Organisation, of course."

Tash grinned with a heart overloaded with delight. "The Orwell Organisation! I like the sound of that... The Family. The Firm. The Team."

I liked the sound of it too.

With us both enjoying the idea, we found each other as if for the first time, pulled closer by our family connection; brought together. We inched towards each other, face to face, as romance once again invited itself into our world.

"If you kiss me now, I'll be yours forever," Natasha whispered. "If you kiss me now, it'll be like walking down the aisle in a white dress with a veil over my eyes. If you kiss me now--"

"It will be like lifting that veil," I completed.

Natasha nodded, playing with my shirt as her stomach pressed against mine. "You've turned me into a damn hopeless romantic!"

"I like it... Tell me more about your hopeless-hopeless-hopelessness."

"Well," my cousin pouted, "I love it when you kiss me."

So, I kissed her.

"And I love it when you hold me tight."

So, I held her as tightly as I could.

"But most of all, I love it when I look into your eyes and feel you inside of me and wish that life could always be as simple as two people joined, making love."

I guided Natasha across the room, helping her onto the bed, ending up on top as we shared one more kiss to cement our already unbreakable bond. She tried to wrap her fishnet covered legs around me, but I kept my back straight -- all my attention on her tiny g-string that left little to the imagination.

"Ugh, these outfits of yours," I groaned, plucking the fabric away to reveal my prize.

There was something intensely erotic about touching her thighs, feeling the slutty thigh-highs under my fingers, before sliding up her body. I was already naked -- my body more than prepared for this moment; primed for sex by the very woman who enticed me so intensely that we could touch without touching.

The world said two cousins couldn't do what we did, but the world clearly didn't know how damn good it felt to be so connected to someone in a moment of intimacy. Screw the world, I say, and let's have it all!

With that thought firmly in my mind, I slowly penetrated Natasha as she played with my hair and whispered sweet nothings. She let me guide us and lead our love -- and each moment was soft, kind, sweet, sincere, sentimental... We could play hard, and we could be gentle. We could drip with sex or set aside pure electricity in favour of a slower love that simple saw me remain inside her with slight motion, but with each shift of my hips feeling divine.

We held each other with our eyes closed as I slowly made love to her. There was no frustration to do more -- no desire to ravage and be ravaged.

"I love you, babe. I fucking love you, Olly."

As release came, I made same unequivocal decleration. "I love you, cuz. I fucking love you.

I laid back for the rest of that night and let her kiss me all over. We took a shower first, stripping down entirely before setting a romantic mood. Then each kiss was a massage and a moment -- not just a split-second but a touch encoded with eternity. I stared at the ceiling, watching as the flicker of candles danced around the room, listening to smooth music. As I did, each part of my body switched off, becoming heavy and sinking deeper into our luxurious mattress.

Eventually, I fell asleep... Before waking up.

The thick black curtains were drawn to block out most of the daylight, but a small slither managed to sneak through and inform me that it was the afternoon. As I adjusted my eyes to the creeping dawn, a warm body snuggled closer to me; her head resting on my chest.

"Good morning, Olly," she greeted. "Did you miss me?"

Suddenly, all the air was struck from my lungs, and I tried to roll away. The voice wasn't unfamiliar -- its owner, Sian Thomas -- but try as I might, I couldn't move. I was paralysed as she leaned on her elbow to look me in the eye with a smirk of total self-satisfaction.

"Finally, we're in bed together... Don't worry. You look stressed, but rest assured, I'm not here to kill you."

"No... No. You're nothing but a dream," I declared. "You can't possibly have made it into my bedroom!"

"Of course not," she assured. "How could a dead person sneak into your bed?"

"Dead?"

"Yes, Oliver," she groaned out of frustration. "I told you once before that I'm now deceased: Departed, defunct, extinct, lifeless and passed away."

I still couldn't move, but I could think, and I thought back to my session with the shrink. This dream -- this nightmare -- was my subconscious trying to tell me something. I had to find out what, and I had to find out why.

"How did you die?"

"Poison."

"Who did it?"

"Edward Sardonis."

"Why?"

Sian shrugged. "I can't be sure, but I think it's because I wasn't on board with the plan to have you killed. I planted the bug, but I wasn't interested in your murder... No, I thought we were just trying to learn more about you."

"Why would you want to learn more about me?" I demanded. "We'd never met, and I didn't even know Sardonis existed."

Now, Sian didn't have an answer. She rose to her feet, and I noticed for the first time that she was naked. I couldn't move my head, but it was impossible for my eyes not to follow her. Her body was perfection; her skin a crisp white that glowed as she approached the curtains. She peeked through the crack, sparing me the bright light as she observed the world beyond the penthouse.

Turning around to face me again, Sian pointed upwards, and I saw the roof was gone, leaving me with a view of the stars. "This makes no sense," I said. "It's the middle of the afternoon through those curtains, but it's nighttime above us."

"Yes," Sian confirmed. "Remember, your mind only shows you what's important -- what it's figured out while you've been asleep."

"Three stars again," I noted. "There are three stars: Orion's Belt."

"Three Kings."

"Three sisters," I completed. "Three... Tecla, Elle... You? Are you my sister?!"

There was a surge of vigour through my body, and I could move again. I shuffled back on my elbows to take a good look at the vision of Sian, searching for a family resemblance. In my dream on the train, she appeared as Hamlet's father... As a family member wanting to be avenged.