Mike & Karen Ch. 24

Outside the library, the intern from the ROM was listening from around the corner and going pale. He'd fucked up and brought the wrong case entirely!

He was very thankful when nobody saw him sneaking out of the manor quietly and heading to his car.

Karen slapped her hands on the tabletop loudly before flinging her hand and pointing at the door without looking. "Somebody close my front door so that people stop walking in unannounced. This isn't an open-house."

She turned her gaze on Ari again. "Where is the intern? Didn't you leave him in here?"

Ari swallowed. "Yes, ma'am."

"And yet, we are decidedly missing an intern," she said flatly, her hands on her hips. "Who was on duty here in the library, supposedly waiting for the drop-offs?"

"Ummm..." said a tiny voice from above. Everyone turned and looked up.

Trilby waved at them all rather nervously from the third floor. "Hi..."

***

Some minutes later...

"At least we made it out with our skin still on our bodies," Theresa sighed as she walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, accompanied by Marie. "Except for Trilby, maybe. But where on earth did that copro- whatever, come from, and how did we end up with it?"

"I have no idea," Marie replied in French, shaking her head before reverting to English. "But I hope Mrs. DeBourne and Tatyana get to the bottom of it quickly. This day has been scaring me quite frequently, and not just the explosions."

Theresa scowled as she looked around the hallway, still covered in flour from Freja's little disaster. How the Hell would they get the flour off this old wood without damaging it? She put it out of her mind, knowing it would have to wait until after the bishop was gone. They still had nearly a month before the grand reception that officially opened the Manor, so there was some wiggle room there. Maybe a professional company could be brought in to-

Suddenly she stopped in the door of the kitchen, her eyes widening.

Alexa was standing by the liquids fridge, just draining a bottle and screwed up her face as she made her final swallow. Two deep breaths followed and she opened her eyes, pausing as she saw Theresa and Marie on the far side of the room, both looking at her.

Theresa had her hands over her mouth.

"Heya, Theresa," Alexa said, smiling and waving. "I was really hot and sweaty from loading all that soil into the greenhouse, and found this cold tea in the fridge. Sorry I drank the whole thing, but I was really thirsty. That stuff's strong. What's in it?"

"You drank the whole thing?" Theresa asked in disbelief as she walked forward.

Alexa nodded. "Like I said, I was thirsty. Why? What kinda tea was it?"

"Alexa... that was a special tea for Dave," Theresa said quietly, while even Marie looked uncertain, bordering on concerned. "It was actually a tea concentrate that I make for him to take at night to help with the discomfort of his mild arthritis."

Alexa paused, now also looking uncertain. "Uhhhh... whatsit made of?"

Theresa swallowed. "White Widow, Sour Diesel, and LAPD, flavoured with honey and vanilla to mask the taste. Sweetheart, that bottle was nearly a month's worth of tea."

Alexa's eyes went wide. "Oh, shits..."

Theresa stepped up to her and put her face on the younger woman's cheeks, examining her. "How are you feeling?"

"To be honest, I don't even know anymore..." Alexa said, her pupils already dilating.

***

Tatyana's office...

"Yes, hi, I'm glad I got through so quickly," Karen lied into the phone while sitting on a corner of the desk, trying to sound amiable, something she was decidedly not feeling. "I hate to say it, but there's been a mix-up and I think your man grabbed the wrong bag. Why? Because I have an attaché full of coprolite. I'm assuming that belongs to the geology department at your establishment? Somehow it ended up here at the Manor, and... oh, it was meant to be delivered to the satellite branch for display out in Langstaff."

She listened for a moment and began trying to laugh the whole thing off, bouncing her knee in her attempt to sound convivial, waving her hand as if the person could see her dismissing the gaffe. "I know, what are the odds, right? What's important is that I get the attaché case you currently have back, and I'll send the Sargon to you, naturally. How does that sound?"

She listened again before her eyes widened and then her face contorted in irritation.

"Yes, of course this is Karen DeBourne, who the Hell did you think it was?!" she snapped before almost slamming the phone down on the receiver. She folded her arms and glared at the attaché case, the source of so much aggravation today. Nearby, Tatyana waited patiently in one of the guest chairs, knowing better than to speak until spoken to.

"Ma'am?" came a voice from the doorway.

Karen's head snapped up and she looked at Theresa and Marie, her golden eyes flashing. "Now what?"

Theresa tried not to wince. "There might... be a small problem. With your sister."

Karen waited, her expression still dangerously unreadable as she stayed sitting on the desk and gestured with one hand. "Go on..."

"Come here, honey," Theresa said, beckoning to someone who wasn't in view yet. "Right here, that's right... little more..."

She pulled Alexa by her hand into the office. Alexa was walking rather awkwardly, and she seemed decidedly slack-eyed and silly, a goofy smirk on her face. She swayed slightly as she finally stood still.

Her pupils took up almost her entire eyes, with very little of the normal dancing sapphire blue to be seen.

"What's wrong with her?" Karen asked quietly, not sure what to make of this. Alexa was looking around the office rather absently, as if she'd never seen it before.

"When we were all occupied in the library, she returned from working in the greenhouse," Theresa began. "I guess she was thirsty, because she knocked back an entire bottle of tea concentrate that Marie and I concoct for Dave to deal with his arthritis."

Karen just stared at them, saying nothing.

"Nearly a month's supply of the stuff," Theresa added, looking at the floor, because she couldn't handle looking into Mrs. DeBourne's eyes. They hurt her head.

"Hi, Kar!" Alexa said in a drunkenly lyrical voice, waving happily.

"Alli, I'm over here," Karen said in a flat, unimpressed tone.

Alexa turned away from the wall she was facing and tried to focus on her sister, giggling because there were three of her. She chose the one in the middle. "There you... are... you, yes you. Oooh, pretty. My sissy is pretty. I'd do her."

Karen pinched her eyes while Tatyana looked at the ceiling. Theresa and Marie just seemed confused, but then, Alexa was very, very high. Theresa didn't even want to think about how many individual hits were in a single bottle of concentrate.

"I'm afraid to ask," Karen said quietly, looking at her sister again. Alli was trying to catch her thumb, but kept missing. "How long is she going to be like this?"

The two women shrugged rather helplessly. "We're no experts on the effects of THC or cannabinoids, ma'am," Theresa confessed. "But, well... she drank a lot. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say she's going to be messed up until at least tomorrow."

Karen pulled her hand down her face by way of response, and then slipped off the desk, taking a deep breath. This day could not possibly have it in for her any more, short of literally slicing her into ribbons. And even that was looking preferable at the moment.

She looked at her seneschal. "Tatyana, summon my child. Tell him that he is to get Alli cleaned up and somehow presentable for the visit from His Excellency in a few hours. That is now officially his only task until then."

Tatyana nodded and hurried out of the room, past her co-workers. Karen now looked at Theresa and Marie, her hands on her hips. "I suppose you two had better get back to it. Marie, don't forget that the bishop likes spare and subtle arrangements, so make sure the Bishop Hooper Study is decorated accordingly. Theresa, I... well, godspeed."

The two women turned and made their exit and Karen shook her head as she tried to clear it. When she opened her eyes again, Alexa was directly in front of her, leaning in close and staring at her boobs with wide, unfocused eyes.

"Wow, sis, your tits are huge..." she said in awe, poking one of Karen's nipples through her blouse. "When'd they get so big?"

Karen let her head fall back and looked at the ceiling, pleading silently for strength.

***

Some minutes later, in their suite...

"C'mon, let's get this done," Alex said patiently, pulling his aunt-wife into the large bathroom attached to their suite. "Mom's not exactly the type to wait on results."

"Your mom, she's my big sister," Alexa mentioned in a spacey voice, her eyes still wide and glassy as she looked around at her surroundings. "Did you know that?"

"Y'learn something new every day, I guess," Alex sighed, glad that he was much stronger than her and could keep her more or less on course with one hand. "Now hold still while I undress you."

"We're being naughty!" Alexa giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Nephews shouldn't see their aunties this way! It's naughty!"

"Alexa, we're married, remember?" he pointed out while he pulled her out of her t-shirt. Despite her claims of what they were doing being naughty, she made no attempt whatsoever to stop him from exposing her large breasts. Good to know that orbiting Jupiter wasn't enough to quell her tendency for casual nudity. "You're not just my aunt, you're my wife."

"Ooh, my nephew's claiming me," she tried to say in a deep voice before breaking into giggles again while he undid her jeans and wiggled them down. Predictably, she wasn't wearing panties, anymore than she'd been wearing a bra. "An' now he's got my all nakey..."

Alexa stepped back away from him and covered her large breasts with her hands, turning her hips to the side slightly to conceal her pussy, and giving him a sassy look. "Wha's my li'l nephy gonna let me see in return?"

Alex shook his head and stripped out of his t-shirt and then his jeans, finally stripping off his boxers and standing before her completely naked, his hands on his hips. Alexa's eyes went wide.

"Hoooooo," she murmured, staring at him and then running her tongue over her lips. "My nephew is a total hardbody. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Alex rolled his eyes but stood still as she came closer and knelt down, inspecting him intently, from his sculpted pecs to his huge cock.

"My nephew's built like Claude-Jean Van Damme..." she breathed, walking a hand over his pronounced eight-pack abs. "In that... that fighting movie he was in."

Well that narrows it down...

"What was it called?" she asked, tracing a finger along his shaft, marvelling at its girth before poking the tip. "Boopsnort?"

"I think you mean 'Bloodsport'," he said, taking her hand and gently bringing her to her feet. "And thanks for the compliment, but I'm supposed to get you showered. Mom's orders."

"Eeee, and be rudie-nudies with my nephew?!" she squealed before giggling again, dancing from foot-to-foot and making her tits jiggle. "Naughty! Let's do it, before my big sissy finds out!"

Alexa sighed and brought her over to the huge shower, keeping hold of her with one hand while manipulating the controls with the other. Alexa occupied herself by staring at and molesting his pronounced bicep while he got the temperatures right.

"I don't wanna freak you out, Alex," she said as they stepped into the deluge from the two showerheads, letting it inundate them. She was still holding his hand, squeezing it between her boobs now. "But I am so turned on by your body, an' I... I wanna be really naughty and do things with you."

"I'm supposed to get you cleaned up for when the bishop arrives," Alex felt compelled to point out, even if the sight of her glorious body and her skillful manipulations of his hand and wrist were beginning to get a response down below.

Alexa frowned. "There's a bishop coming? Tha's no fun. What if... what if he comes in here and sees me fucking you? We'll get in trouble."

"I'll make a deal with you," Alex said, moving closer and putting his hand on her cheek, looking down into her wide, glassy sapphire eyes with his piercing, electric blue ones. She seemed spellbound. "Let me get you washed up. If there's time left, we'll have some fun here in the shower, okay? I'll make you cum real hard."

Alexa burst into snicker-giggles, doubling over in laughter. Alex raised an eyebrow, wondering what set her off.

"My nephew wants to make me cum!" she almost wheezed, her body trembling. "You said 'cum'! That's a big person word! And we're being all rudie-nudies in my big sissy's house, in her shower!"

She stood up again somehow, looking into his eyes, a serious expression in hers. "Oh, gosh, I really hope you're eighteen, nephy, I... actually, who gives a shit..."

Before Alex was ready, Alexa lunged in and kissed him ferociously.

***

Down on the bel étage...

Karen was striding down the hallway, her eyes glinting with intent. She was going to keep the bags as far apart as possible until this was all resolved. The attaché case was in her hand as she made her way toward the Bishop Hooper Study. She turned her head to make sure Valentina was still with her. The shorter girl trotted behind dutifully, determined to not be left behind.

Making her way into the study, Karen put the attaché case on top of a small table in the middle of the space while Valentina entered the study. The tall, bronze-haired matriarch snapped her fingers and pointed at an ornate chair near the table.

"Your only job, Miss Prospero, is to sit in this chair and watch that case, until I personally come to relieve you of it," Karen announced, her voice leaving no doubt as to how serious she was. "Nobody else, just me. Do not take your eyes off this case. Do you understand me?"

Val curtsied. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good, because I am very behind on several projects now," Karen muttered, turning and marching out the door. Val sighed heavily and looked around the room, never ceasing to be amazed by it. Apparently it was named after a Bishop Hooper, an ancestor of Karen's who had been burned at the stake by 'Bloody' Mary Tudor for not renouncing the new Anglican faith some time in the sixteenth century. Even though she was Catholic, Val didn't much go in for all that internecine squabbling of the churches.

There was a central area she was sitting in was where comfortable chairs and a chesterfield were set up facing one another, to allow for dialogues with some small tables spaced around. There were three successive rows of bookshelves radiating out from the central hub, all of them packed with books about theological matters, some of them very old. Two of the shelves were airtight, almost hermetically sealed, because the tomes they contained were hundreds of years old, and very delicate, brought out only under the most particular circumstances. The bookshelves, like the room itself, were all rich, dark, detailed wood, looking very antique to her. She wouldn't be surprised if the shelves were a few hundred years old themselves.

She sat in her chair and stared at the attaché case intently before turning it around to stare at the other side, nodding in satisfaction. She liked the patterns in the grain of the distressed leather on this side better. She didn't know why, it just suited her.

She wouldn't take her eyes off the case.

***

The shower in the west master suite...

Alex had Alexa pinned up against the wall of the shower, his hands holding her behind while her legs were wrapped around his waist, ankles crossed to keep him locked in place. They were lost in one another's eyes while he thrust deep inside her.

"This feels... so good..." Alexa panted, her tongue almost hanging out of her mouth. "We need to... do this more... a lot more..."

Alex dutifully ignored what his wife was saying and kept plunging into her, shuddering as her wickedly tight pussy clamped around him. His strong fingers gripped her toned ass cheeks, helping move her against him. Her shapely arms were around his neck as she looked at him, her eyes glazed with what he hoped was longing but knowing that she was also unbelievably high, through no fault of her own.

Maybe some endorphins and dopamine might counteract the immense amounts of THC in her system? Couldn't hurt to try, right?

Alexa's breath caught in her throat as he thrust deep inside her, penetrating all the way back with his huge, throbbing tool. Now that she knew what a magnificent cock he had, she'd want it all the time! All they had to do was not get caught by her big sissy, right?

God, she loved her sister's tits! She wished she had them.

"Oh, God..." she breathed, her fingers tangling in his golden blonde hair, so like her own. "Fuck me... fuck me, Alex... make me scream, make me yours..."

He didn't have a lot of time, and while she was technically clean now, he didn't want to get her dirty again, so he had to hurry up and rinse her off once he'd fucked her into oblivion. At least her eyes couldn't betray her orgasm rapture, since they were already glassy, unfocused and wider than dinner plates.

He began thumping her against the wall with a series of powerful thrusts, driving deep into her throbbing pussy. Alexa gasped and cried out repeatedly, surrendering to his strength. Her fingers clutched his shoulders, her nails straking into his flesh. He ignored it and kept pounding her, driving her relentlessly toward orgasm.

Her eyes widened and her could see the building shock in them. The pupils were a cascade of dislocated emotions and chattering thoughts, all at once. She gripped him tighter, her strong legs squeezing like a boa constrictor.

"Cum in me..." she panted, her face radiating a desperate lust. "Cum in your aunty... what if I'm not on birth control? What if you put a baby in m-"

He jammed his lips against hers just in time as the climax crashed over them both like a tidal wave. Alexa shrieked into his mouth as her pussy clamped down around him fiendishly. He felt his cock swell and throb before releasing a torrent of hot cum deep inside her, pumping at what felt like the same rate as his pounding heart. His body felt like one big sexual tool when he fucked Alexa; it was the most incredible sensation.

Alexa seemed to sag against him and the wall, but her chest was heaving slowly as she breathed. Luckily, she was still awake. How she was after accidentally ingesting all that THC was beyond him. He went down to his knees slowly, dragging her gently down the wall, the water from the showerheads still inundating them. Her limbs slowly slipped off his and he held her in place while pulling his cock out of her. She trembled at the sensation but otherwise stayed still, seemingly in a daze. He took a detachable showerhead and began cleaning her off, making sure that any signs of their ferocious sex were washed away. Hopefully the scent wouldn't follow them.

He somehow picked up his slippery wife and carried her into the bedroom while she giggled and whispered about how naughty they were. Once she was deposited on top of a large towel he'd had the foresight to place on the bed, he began to dry her off, starting with her long, golden blonde tresses and working his way down. She had so much hair that he couldn't actually dry it, he simply toweled it off so that it was mildly damp. Alexa mostly just stared blankly at whatever was in front of her, whether it was his naked body or the far wall. She blinked and started looking around the room while he dried her legs and feet.

"This is a big room," she murmured. "We're lucky someone's lettin' us use it..."

Jeez, she's so gone I'm amazed she remembers who she even is, Alex thought to himself as he dried her shapely calves. Guess I shouldn't be surprised that she remembers how to be good at sex, though.