Mike & Karen Ch. 16

To everyone's amazement, including Alex's, she popped into a low stance and began pumping her hips back and forth, twerking with ease. She slowly turned away from the girls, letting them gape at her ass cheeks as she showed them how it was done.

"Ho-kay, didn't see that coming," Alex admitted, not sure if he was going to Hell for watching his mom twerk in barely-there lingerie.

"Your mom's full of surprises," Mike agreed, seeing no reason to point out that he'd already known his wife could do this, and had been able to for several years. Not that he was objecting, mind, since he happened to be the beneficiary of these 'hidden' talents.

Jeanie got up and joined Karen, running her hands through her long, curly brown hair and giving her wife seductive looks in the process. The song ended and Jeanie sat back down, snuggling into Freja, when a Rej3ctz song came on. Karen's ears perked up and she smiled wickedly, breaking into a dance while the other girls all looked on in utter astonishment.

"Um, dad?" Alex said in a quiet voice. "Why does mom know how to do the Cat Daddy?"

"She's obsessed with that Kate Upton video," Mike replied, not at all surprised by what he was watching. "We watch it a lot, and she learned the dance in just a few minutes so that she could do it for me. Looks like she might be spreading the wealth around a little, though."

Alex gazed on in wonderment as Alexa joined her older sister on the floor, slinking through the moves of the dance while the beat carried on. The sisters turned away from one another, bending down and resting their hands on their knees while squirming their shapely, tight behinds together. The other girls hooted and cheered in delight at the scene.

The music was still playing when the sisters stood up and turned, moving in close to one another, their bra-encased breasts pressing together. They were looking into each other's eyes and hands were beginning to wander while the other girls all hastened off the bed, closing in around them. Lingerie was starting to be removed while Alexa and Karen leaned in, their lips about to meet ...

"Annnnnd I'm done," Alex announced, standing up and pinching his eyes while he hit the mute button. He'd never be able to listen to the Rej3ctz again. "I don't need to see mom get ravaged by a bunch of horny teenage girls, even if one of them is my wife."

"Yeah, I don't need to see any more of Alli than I have already this week, so go ahead and kill it," Mike agreed, also standing up. "The activity in our basement aside, what really impresses me is how quickly you managed to link up from here with your cameras back home. That's no small feat, Alex, because you couldn't have been linked here already."

"Eh, I'm just good at that stuff, you know that, dad," Alex replied, shrugging. "Binary and computer languages are just another language to me. Harder to swear in, but still pretty useful, y'know?"

"Yup," said the giant blond man, patting his son on the shoulder. "Let's go and give the backups a look. I know there's even an old mainframe down in the one of the basements somewhere."

They walked along in silence down the long hall, with Alex noticing that all the portraits of his ancestors were still covered up, in storage until the move-in was complete. He knew they didn't bother his father, but then, Mike would probably have scared the bejeezus out of these men. Only Alex's grandpa had never been truly intimidated by him, and that was solely because of Jonathon Blackwell's ability to judge true character.

"I think you should bring Alli here," Mike mentioned as they stopped to check on a server box behind a well-concealed wall panel. "Just the two of you."

"But she's already been here with mom," Alex mentioned, watching as his dad used a pen light to check on some connections, judging them to be in perfect condition. "Think it'll make a difference?"

"Absolutely," Mike said, closing the panel, which seemed to disappear into the wall seamlessly; if someone hadn't been looking for it, then it would never have been seen. "She was overwhelmed the first time, here with her big sister that she'd lost, seeing this giant house she was born in but never knew, except from pictures your grandmother showed her. Alli probably has an encyclopedic knowledge of this place, everything Miranda could impart. She'd remember like it was holy writ. But this place will one day belong to the two of you, Alex, and it wouldn't be such a bad idea for Alli to get a feeling for that."

"So you think I should bring her over before the move?" Alex asked.

Mike nodded. "Spend the night, just the two of you, and find ways to make this place your own. Your mom had her whole early life to make her mark here, and even I have. And we'll continue to, but that doesn't mean you two shouldn't be getting comfortable and making your own spirit and presence felt."

"That's not a bad idea, dad," said the younger DeBourne, grinning. "I think she'd like that, just the two of us. Things've been a little hectic of late, so spending some genuine alone time is gonna be a good thing."

"And keep in mind that once we move in, we'll be needing to hire staff," Mike added. "Even if we personally feel like we don't need them, the Blackwell family has expectations of us as the stewards of this place, and they won't put up with it lying fallow because we can't look after it all at once."

"Staff," Alex sighed, shaking his head. "I had a hard time just having our cleaning lady, Fatima, coming around the old house to tidy it up."

"Sure, you did," Mike said, smirking at his son. "Didn't you lose your virginity to Fatima?"

"Well, my the choices were her or Aunt Janet, so you do the math," Alex grunted, trying not to blush.

"That settles it," Mike laughed cheerfully. "Your mom and I would never have heard the end of it from Janet if she'd had been the one to do it for you."

"Glad to know you have cherry-popping logistics down to an art, dad ..." Alex muttered as they descended the stairs to one of the basements.

***

Morning, back in Kleinburg ...

Karen was sitting and reading the newspaper quietly, enjoying the peacefulness of having nobody around. It happened so rarely, and it was quite the treat for her. It wasn't as if her house was always a beehive of frenetic activity, but truly solitary moments were few and far between. She sipped at her coffee and continued, reading the business section.

"Well, hello, naked Lady Prof," Jeanie mused as she emerged from the basement, followed by a somewhat groggy Freja. "What a --"

Without looking at them, Karen held out a staying finger that indicated there was to be no talking.

"Shhh," she said quietly, her eyes still glancing over the pages. "My coffee and I are having a moment. I'll deal with you two later."

Jeanie and Freja looked at one another and silently turned around and headed back downstairs, understanding the need to be scarce. Several more minutes passed before Karen smiled to herself and let out a quiet sigh.

"You can come up, Alli, I can hear you breathing, you know ..."

Her younger sister's head poked up from the basement stairs, and the blonde goddess stood and stepped up into the kitchen. Sure enough, her older sibling was sitting at a small, round table, completely naked, legs crossed elegantly, her elbow on the table and her chin on her hand as she read a newspaper. A mug of coffee steamed away beside her arm. Alexa couldn't remember ever seeing Karen do this before but had the feeling this was nowhere near the first time this had happened, either. Still wearing her lingerie from last night, Alexa felt decidedly overdressed.

"Kar, may I ... take a picture of you?" she asked rather sheepishly, feeling her cheeks warm. "You're the most beautiful and serene thing I've ever seen, sitting there like that."

"Why should my husband have all the fun?" Karen replied, still reading. "Just don't intrude on my Zen and we're good."

Alexa pulled her phone out from between her breasts and took some subtle pictures of her beautiful big sister, being careful not to disrupt her in any way. She was entranced as she quietly snapped away. She felt a need to capture this moment, much as she did just about everything else she could in life. She never wanted to forget anything.

"Thanks, Kar," she said in a soft voice as she tucked her phone away. "I'll go back downstairs and --"

She still didn't speak, but Karen pointed at the other seat just across from her at the tiny table, indicating that Alexa could sit if she chose.

"Oh, I ..." she began, wondering if it was really okay to join. "I know you banished Fre and Jeanie back downstairs, I don't wanna --"

"Yes, I banished those two yahoos back to the depths of Moria," Karen confirmed, nodding as she continued to read. "But you're my baby sister, and I can trust you with my serenity, so come and sit. Grab a coffee, there's plenty to discuss."

"You sure?" Alexa asked.

"If you're good, maybe I'll uncross my legs and you can take pictures of my goodies under the table," Karen added. "Now are you coming over or not?"

Alexa went over and made coffee for herself before joining her big sister at the table. Karen put aside the paper and smiled at her, taking her breath away. She couldn't help but just gaze sometimes, much like she did at Alex. Karen was so beautiful, enchanting to look at. Despite being nearly thirty years older than Alexa, in many ways she looked timeless, even youthful, and so very alive. Her golden-amber eyes met Alexa's sapphire blue ones and held her spellbound for some moments. She then shivered as she felt Karen's foot gently trace up and down her shin.

"Pity we've not had more moments like this together," the older woman said. "We'll make up for it, of course, but not here in this place."

"Are you sad that we're moving from here, Kar?" Alexa asked as she sipped her coffee. There was no such thing as white sugar in the DeBourne household (unless you were making something very specific), and the piloncillo added lovely, creamy sweet notes to her beverage.

"Of course," her sister replied, smiling. "Michael and I bought this house together, and we raised Alex here. It's been mine for just over twenty years. I love it with all my heart and soul."

The bronze-haired goddess put down her mug and traced her finger around the rim, pondering. "But change happens, Alli, and we are lucky enough to be moving somewhere that means something to us all; and we will still own this place, even if others will be living here. I'll be sad and emotional, but that's not an indication of regret."

Alexa smiled. "I was sad as I boarded the plane from Heathrow, realizing I was leaving my old life behind. But I was so excited to start my new life, Kar, with you, and Mike, and now Alex... so yeah, I get it. Sounds silly, but if you ever decide you're feeling emotional enough to cry about this place, can you tell me, and we can go somewhere and cry together? I... I've only been here for just over half a year, I know, but this became home to me, instantly, and I felt like I belonged, you know?"

"Because you do; this home is in your blood, even if you weren't here for most of it," Karen said softly. "I remember the day we officially got the keys and moved in. Mom and dad had you with them, and you were the third person to come inside."

"Third?" Alexa queried. "I couldn't've been more than a few months old."

"It was a big procession. The DeBournes were here, and quite a few Blackwells... mom passed you through the door to me, so that if I could bring you in," explained Karen. "Michael carried me across the threshold, but then put me down and I came back and took you from mom, bringing you inside."

"Oh," Alexa cooed, blushing and squeezing her hands together, feeling waffy. "I love hearing about how much you took care of me. I don't remember mom ever mentioning that bit, but it wasn't long after that when things went dark with dad, and ..."

Karen held up a hand and smiled gently. "Alli, listen to me, okay? There's no need to worry about that right now. The next few weeks are going to be plenty busy as is, with moving and then getting everything and everyone settled in. I want nothing but excitement and joy in our lives for the next month or so, because come the spring, life may get grueling again. There's the court challenge to consider, wrangling the families, and other tribulations lying ahead. We need the serenity where we can get it. I'm trying to convince Michael to let me have a coffee nook in our bedroom, so I can keep having naked coffee moments like this. Otherwise, it will be the end of an era today."

"Of course he'll let you," giggled Alexa, smirking. "He never says no to you. He practically can't. You two never say no to one another."

"True enough," Karen allowed, stretching her arms over her head, her large breasts jutting forward proudly. Alexa couldn't help staring. Her phone was instantly out and recording a video. Her big sister didn't seem to mind. "But to continue, I want this time to be a happy one, especially for you, Alli. You'll be going home, to the place you were born in, and there will be so many memories to bring to life."

Alexa smiled warmly at the notion, looking down at the table now. She was so full of emotion, she didn't have anything to say.

"There's all the time in the world for words, Alli," Karen cooed, reaching across to take Alexa's hand and squeeze it. "And all the time in the world for pondering life's problems, soon enough. For now, just contentment and happiness, promise?"

Alexa nodded. "Promise."

Karen rose from the table, keeping Alexa's hand in hers and brought her to her feet. She then walked around the large marble kitchen island, Alexa in tow, and stopped at the counters, smiling at the younger girl. Leaning back against a counter, she pulled Alexa in gently until their bodies were touching, their foreheads pressed together. Alexa was still wearing her silky blue bra and thong panties.

"However, you are simply much too dressed for a Blackwell-Gordon sisters morning," Karen whispered, her hands moving up from Alexa's hips to her torso, undoing the front clasp of the bra and letting her sister's magnificent breasts free. They both sighed as their nipples kissed, and then their breasts squashed together. Karen undid the side knot that held Alexa's thong in place, pulling the garment off her easily. Alexa looked up at the ceiling somewhat warily.

"Jordan?" Karen asked, smirking while Alexa's hips touched her, their pussy mounds barely kissing. "Darling, he's eighty-seven and upstairs down a hall in the guest room. He won't hear us, and he won't be up before noon in any event. We're fine."

"And the yahoos?" Alexa asked, a hint of a smirk on her lovely face.

"They can occupy themselves for an hour or so," said the older girl simply, her hands now gliding up and down her sister's body. "This is sisters-only time."

"One of my favourite times," Alexa murmured as their lips met.

***

Alexa was walking down one of the hallways having just finished one of her advanced Russian classes, laughing and talking with some classmates. The conversation was mostly about the impending move, since people had accepted her relationship with Alex and saw no need to comment further. When the court case began, there would no doubt be much to discuss.

"Kar said Alex and I can pick our suite of rooms, with the exception of the master suite, since that's where she and Professor Hulk are gonna be," she explained, eliciting laughter and giggles from people. She'd come to understand that one of the great things about having Mike and Karen around was that everyone respected them and thought of them so highly, that even if they would normally be inclined to question the morality of Alexa's relationship with her nephew, the fact that her sister and brother-and-law were behind it made people question their own beliefs on the subject. She certainly wasn't objecting. "Apparently I was born in the master suite, and I-"

"Uh, Alli? Maybe you should see this, there's a bunch of them around campus ..." a young woman who walked up said, blushing. She held out a sheet of paper, which Alexa took. Glancing down at it, she frowned while other gasped and whispered, appalled.

On the paper was a caricature of her, having sex with a toothless, drooling Alex, while a small brood of deformed children sat nearby. The statement below the picture called on students to stand up for decency and morality.

"Would you all excuse me for a few minutes?" she asked quietly. Everyone nodded and departed, a few of them giving her pats on the shoulder before leaving. Her radiant sapphire eyes hardened as she pulled out her phone and called a number, the colour coming to her beautiful face.

"Alex?" she began, staring at the wall, trying to keep her temper. "If I told you that I was shown the worst cartoon of us yet, what would you do next?"

She listened for some seconds and then nodded. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria. I think I'm officially done with all this nonsense, and I don't care who gets destroyed. Five minutes, yes. See you there ..."

Alexa hung up her phone and began marching toward the cafeteria where she was to meet her husband. If anyone would have normally stopped her to say hello, this time they stepped out of her way quickly, intimidated by the blazing fury in those normally joyous blue eyes.

***

Alex looked at the obscene cartoon, grimacing, but not terribly upset. He'd been expecting this nonsense, after all. Alexa sat beside him, wondering what he was thinking, her hands in her lap.

"Sorry to bring this up," she said apologetically, blushing. "I got really angry, and I --"

Alex smiled and clasped his aunt's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you did. May be time to nip this in the bud, before these jerks get any traction or momentum."

"What can we do?" she asked. "I mean, even if this constitutes harassment, it's being done anonymously, so it'll be hard to prove who's spreading this crap around."

"One thing you can count on is that anyone who's got time to do this is probably not a freaking genius, and they're gonna make mistakes," Alex mused, still looking at the picture, scrutinizing it. It hadn't been drawn freehand ...

"C'mon," he said, standing up and taking Alexa's hand in his to bring her along. While they'd initially avoided physical contact with one another, once he'd announced their relationship to the world, he was mostly beyond it by this point, and was certainly going to hold her hand. "We're gonna break a few campus rules of our own."

***

"Couldn't we have used the computer in your dad's office?" Alexa asked as she watched Alex crack his knuckles while sitting at a console station in one of the computer labs and then begin opening programs. "I mean, I'm pretty sure it's the most powerful single personal computer on campus."

"And you'd be right, but I don't need power at the moment; what I need is anonymous access, which dad's comp couldn't give me," Alex replied, watching the screen while his fingers blurred over the keyboard. "In fact, because these comps are low-security, they often have an easier time accessing files no one would think to look in ..."

Alexa watched in fascination as Alex accessed screen after screen, opening new programs and logs one after the other. He'd always described computer languages as just another language set to him, as sensible and basic as Celtic or Semitic language groups. It fascinated her to watch him work, even if she had no particular idea what he was doing yet.

"That cartoon, it was done on a computer," he explained, as if reading her mind. "And I'm willing to bet that whoever did it thought they were being clever by using one of the computers here. If they were found out and sued by us, they could prove that they had nothing on their computers at home. That, and it's probably cheaper here. Idiots."