Mike & Karen Ch. 26

Jenny remembered when the old cottage had simply been a dingy old storage place for heavy equipment. She remembered it well, because every time she'd visited Blackwell Manor, she and Karen had snuck back there to do unspeakable things to one another. It looked so very different now, like a Thomas Kinkade painting, and she couldn't wait to see it surrounded by blooms in late Spring.

Jordan fixed a brandy for himself, and mugs of hot chocolate for the girls (another old tradition), and Jenny giggled as he added the tiny marshmallows to their cups. They sat around the small, round wooden table, talking about Jenny's life. Alexa quickly gleaned from how Jordan and her sister were talking that Jenny was being kept in the dark about how things were at Blackwell Manor these days, as a surprise. She followed suit, talking about her life in Europe.

"I cannot believe you know Graf von Kluck," Jenny said, laughing. "That old bird, hiding out in Monaco."

"I sorta knew him," Alexa said, shrugging. "I mean, I knew his son better. Like, knew him..."

"As I did with the father!" Jenny exclaimed. "My dear girl, we've been naughty with the same Junkers!"

"I feel closer to you already!" Alexa laughed, hugging Jenny.

"You two have been around Europe's royal pool like Esther Williams on steroids, we get it," Karen said dryly over her mug of cocoa. Jordan just observed quietly as host.

"Don't mind her, your big sister's just jealous that she's never boned a peer," Jenny said, waving it off. "Except for yours truly, of course."

"Well, that's no accomplishment now, is it?" Karen pointed out, and both Jenny and Alexa burst out laughing. "Either of you, really."

"Gotta admit, Kar," Alexa said, wiping away a tear of mirth. "It's a scary world where you're the well-behaved one in the group."

Karen's smartwatch buzzed, and she hit a button on it.

"Ma'am, your next surprise for the countess has arrived."

"Send it this way, Tatyana, thank you," she said simply before ending the call. Jenny looked at the smartwatch on her friend's wrist.

"I could almost want one of those, except then my servants would never leave me alone," she mused. "And that would interfere terribly with my misbehaviour."

Alexa shrugged. "Get one with a camera function, then you can record yourself being naughty close up."

"Oh, I do love how practical the younger generation is these days," Jenny cooed, reaching over and running her fingers through Alexa's hair, making her giggle. They continued talking for several more minutes before they heard the door to Jordan's cottage open and Jenny looked up.

In walked a young blond man, tall with very handsome features. He had the same golden hair as Alexa, but it was worn in a shaggy mane. His eyes were a piercing electric blue, as opposed to the dancing sapphire of Alexa's. He was dressed in faded jeans and a distressed leather jacket.

He looked at the table and then squarely at Jenny. His handsome face creased with a grin.

"You must be my Aunt Jenny," he said finally. "Always wanted to meet you. So that's why mom and dad've been so weird recently."

"We have not been weird, young man, we have been secretive, for your aunt Jenny's sake," Karen said firmly, pointing at Jenny now. "Come and say hello to your aunt."

Alex nodded and walked up to the table. Jenny held out her hand and he took it and lifted her to her feet. Jenny had to try not to squeak at how easily he did it. His smile was disarming and downright charming. "Nice to finally meet you, Aunt Jen."

He hugged her, and she returned the embrace. It was warm, genuine, and... safe.

"Dear Lord, boy, you're built like a rock," she said finally, moving back from the hug and looking him up and down while poking a finger against his chest. Even through the light sweater, his solid physique was obvious. "Do you eat weights for breakfast?"

"Only four days a week," he said cheerfully, holding her hands and letting her look at him. He was easily the tallest person in the room now, and no doubt the whole manor. Before, it had been Kat and her younger sister, who were taller than the others by a bit, even Jordan.

"He certainly doesn't talk like a Blackwell, Kat," she said, still looking him up and down.

"I squeezed that asteroid of a head out, I assure you, he's my son," Karen replied, watching.

"He and Alli could pass for siblings," Jenny observed. "Not aunt and nephew."

"Would you settle for husband and wife?" Alex asked, pulling Alexa to her feet now and letting her hug him close, snuggling into his side.

Jen stared at the two of them silently. She watched as Alex kissed the top of his aunt's head and she almost purred, snuggling in more. Jenny glanced over at Karen, her eyebrow raised.

Karen just nodded subtly, smiling.

"I see there's a lot more for me to catch up on," Jenny said as she eased herself back down into her chair.

***

Alex and Alexa's bedroom, some time later...

Alex was lying on his back on the large bed they shared, his hands reaching up to massage her large, soft breasts as she rode on top of him. Alexa was sighing in pleasure as she speared herself on his throbbing cock, so deep inside her. She was kneeling up straight over him, moving up and down, her hands running through her long, glorious golden hair.

"So that's my aunt Jenny," Alex mused as he fondled her tits. "Mom and dad've told me about her over the years. I know dad's never met her, and she and mom were really close when they were younger. I've always assumed they were a lot closer than most people would expect."

Alexa nodded. "They were in love, before Kar met your dad," she breathed, breaking her rhythm and now undulating her hips on him in slow sensual circles. They had no idea what the night held with Jenny's presence, so they were getting their time alone together while they could. "Mom never told me much, just that they were good friends. I think she was reluctant to tell me much more, in case I got emotionally attached."

"Well, she took the news about you and I without blinking, so that's good," Alex said, squeezing her nipples and making her groan and shiver. "She seems like she's pretty open."

"God, she's so pretty too," sighed his wife, now pushing her hips back and forth, changing rhythms again. Sometimes it was necessary with Alex, because his cock was big enough that if he touched her in a certain spot a certain way, she'd just lose control and cum. Not that this was a bad thing, but sometimes she came so hard that she needed a rest. She wanted multiples right now. "Y'can see why Kar was in love."

"You can see it in their eyes, they're so happy to be back together," he said, pulling her down to him and hugging her close. She moaned and writhed as he began pumping with his hips, sliding in and out of her with long, slow strokes. "Bet mom can't wait to show her off to dad."

"Gnnnn, Alex..." Alexa almost whined, her fingers clenching on his skin. She squeezed her pussy around him as he pushed inside and she pushed back against him. She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him feverishly, their tongues tangling. She squirmed back and forth on him until she found her rhythm again and calmed herself. She had her face next to his ear, kissing his jaw lovingly.

"It's gonna be fun... to have her around..." she whispered between kisses.

"Never a dull moment around here," Alex agreed, squeezing her ass cheeks as he split her wide and kept fucking her. He could feel her squeezing around him, felt her heart fluttering in her chest, as her warm, wet skin flushed. Her pussy got more slippery with each passing moment, and her breath was coming in gasps. She was getting so tight that he wouldn't be able to take much more.

He slowly began to roll himself up onto his knees, and Alexa hissed as she pulled herself off his cock. She turned and lay on her back while he knelt between her legs, his erection pointed at her. Alexa raised her knees and then reached down, using her fingers to pull her thick netherlips apart, beckoning him back inside her. Her sapphire eyes smouldered with desire.

Alex nestled down on top of his aunt, looking into her eyes. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance and he pushed inside, slowly. Alexa groaned in relief as he filled her, his hips finally meeting hers. She wrapped her long legs and her arms around him and kissed him deeply, lovingly. Alex began pumping against her with long, slow thrusts.

"I love you, Alex," she murmured, her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensation of him deeply penetrating her. "I love you so much..."

"I love you too..." he replied, flexing his hips and ass as he pushed deep, making her gasp. The young couple writhed on the bed, making love as they expressed their desires and passions. The huge bed, big enough for them and two other couples, was silent except for the rustling of the sheets tangling around them.

"Kar says... that Jenny is staying for a month," Alexa breathed. "They must've really missed each other."

"I go nuts if I don't see you for a day, imagine waiting over thirty years," Alex replied.

She nodded hastily, pushing her hips up against him to somehow get him even deeper inside. "I hated it... in Quebec City without you... if it hadn't been for Kar, I'd've died from not having you with me..."

They stopped talking as they moved in unison, eager to climax together. Alexa squeezed her pussy around him, her arms and legs holding her nephew tight. Alex thrust harder, touching spots deep inside her that only he could. Alexa grunted and strained with the thrust, desperate to cum for him. To have him cum inside her.

This floor of this wing of the house was theirs, and nobody was nearby to hear them if they got loud, unless Trilby or Valentina happened to be tidying up in the guest room. But they didn't care. Panting became gasping, and Alexa clasped her husband's face, looking up into his intense blue eyes, while he looked down into hers. She wanted him to see her soul as she came, to know her at this most intense, this most raw and vulnerable moment of bliss.

Alexa peaked and pushed up with her hips as hard as she could, craning her neck and moaning loudly. Alex thrust down, digging into the bed with his toes as his cock throbbed. He began cumming, lashing her insides with his warm, pearly offering. Alexa's pussy swallowed it greedily, clenching around him and milking him.

He sagged on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. She was kissing him along his cheek and jaw, almost purring as she let the final waves of her orgasm ripple through her. She wanted moments like this to last forever. They were her Heaven.

Once they'd both caught their breath, she smiled up at him and slowly rolled him onto his back, keeping him inside her. She stretched and sighed, allowing him to look at her breasts as she pushed them forward. She was still impaled on his hard cock, pulsing within her. Finally, she pulled herself off and gently coaxed his legs apart, kneeling between them. She bent over and took his cock into her mouth, sucking their mingled cum off it. She hummed gently and swirled her tongue around the head and shaft while she cleaned him. Alex lay still, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation only she could give him.

Once she'd finished, she stretched out next to him and snuggled in, her head on his broad shoulder, her hand caressing up and down his chiseled abdomen. Alex smiled and hugged her close before running his hand through her hair, caressing and playing with it the way he knew she loved.

"Mmmm, things're so good right now," she murmured, her eyes closed. "And in two weeks, I get to meet my other aunties."

"Yeah, they're a good time, for sure," Alex agreed, chuckling. "Lisa's always grumbling about being left out somehow, even though she isn't, Mona's always sketching everything, and Janet's macking on every guy in sight, even if it's just to tease them. She's prone to grabbing my crotch to try and make mom crazy."

Alexa smiled. "Yeah, I remember hearing that. Does it work?"

"Nah, mom just calls her a harlot and puts on a show for form," Alex said shrugging. "Apparently they had an agreement that if I couldn't get laid, Aunt Janet could take my virginity and show me the ropes, turn me into a man. She was pretty unhappy when Fatima, our housekeeper, took care of that issue."

Alexa giggled. "Did she show you the ropes, big boy?"

"I guess," Alex mused. "She just made me promise not to tell mom and dad, of course, given my age."

"Well, if Janet is sexually stifled and needs release, she can borrow you, I suppose," Alexa said airily, drawing a pattern over his strong chest with her finger. "I don't mind sharing you."

"I can't fuck my aunt!" he laughed.

"You're already fucking your aunt, you naughty boy, not to mention married to her," Alexa pointed out, poking his nose. "And you do a splendid job on both counts, I must say."

"Well, a nephew-husband's work is never done, y'know," Alex said, rolling over onto Alexa and pinning her. Before she was ready, his powerful thighs had parted hers and he sunk his still rock-hard cock deep inside her again.

"Alex!" she squeaked as she found herself overturned. "At least let me catch my brooooooooooohhhhhhh..."

She promptly forgot anything else she had to say. And she didn't much care, either.

***

Late afternoon...

Karen and Jenny were sitting in a small study together on a chesterfield, looking through old photo albums Karen had found for the occasion. This album was mostly full of images of their time together at St. Evangeline's Academy. They were laughing and pointing things out to one another, and it felt like old times. It meant the world to them both that they could feel like no time had passed. There was so much to catch up on, but they still knew one another intimately. They still cared so deeply for one another.

They still loved one another.

"Oh, look, Kat, the old Mennonite chapel!" Jenny exclaimed, pointing at an old picture. "Remember all the studying we did in there?"

"I remember studying many things in there, including female anatomy," Karen said slyly, smirking at Jenny, who giggled and fanned herself. "How about that time we nearly got caught in there with Miss Haigler?"

"Bless her, she tried so hard on our behalf," Jenny laughed, remembering that particular teacher fondly.

"We were a handful," Karen agreed.

"We were both quite a bit more than a handful by the time she'd joined St. Eve's," quipped the English girl, making them both laugh again. They rested their heads together as they kept scanning through old photos. True, Karen had the vast majority of these transferred onto digital formats, but there was something so personal and wonderful about photo albums...

They'd gone through another two albums when Karen checked her smartwatch and decided that she would check on the dinner preparations. They left the study, once again, arm-in-arm. When they'd arrived at the kitchen Theresa was working in, Karen stopped and looked at Jenny, holding her hands and smiling.

"There might be a few small dinner surprises, so why don't you go and take a look in the greenhouses, see if anything new jumps out at you." she suggested. "Tell me if you think that they measure up yet to those lovely ones you always had at Heatherly."

"As you wish, Kat," Jenny said in her easy manner. Still holding hands, they pressed their foreheads together and closed their eyes, letting out quiet sighs of relief at being back in one another's lives after so many years.

"We're on track in here, ma'am," Theresa said as Karen entered the kitchen, inhaling the wonderful aromas of the cooking. "I think our guest will be quite pleased."

"I don't know how anyone couldn't be, Theresa, it smells wonderful in here," Karen remarked. "You never cease to amaze."

"I aim to please, that's all," said the chef modestly. "Speaking of, where is our guest? You two have been attached at the hip since her arrival."

"She's headed to the greenhouses right now," Karen replied, taking the lid off a pot to smell the contents and then sighing happily. "She hasn't seen them in over thirty years."

"Any surprises in there she hasn't seen before?"

"Oh, I daresay..." Karen remarked, nodding to herself.

***

The tropical greenhouse...

Goodness, what a lovely tropical tree, Jenny mused as she took at look at the plant. It was a good five meters tall and wouldn't take much more time to reach maturity. Such an interesting thing to have in any personal greenhouse.

She walked around, gently trailing her fingers over the various hibiscus plants she came across, and delighted in the small pool garden that held water lilies. A cute little frog sat on one of the round leaves, staring at her.

She heard the door into the greenhouse open at the far end. It was no doubt Marie, checking on her precious exotic charges. Jenny welcomed an opportunity to speak further with her about her horticultural opinions and practices. Heatherly's gardens were very organized and pretty enough, but they needed to be jazzed up in her eyes.

She turned and headed back toward the door, walking through the minor maze of walkways, her vision blocked by tall trees and burgeoning tropical vegetation. She wanted to catch Marie before she started in on her project, and-

Jenny stopped as a figure towered over her. She looked up, and the new arrival glanced down at her.

He was more than a head and shoulders taller than her. He was wearing a T-shirt that did nothing to hide his vast and powerful build. Under a lion's mane of golden hair were eyes, a piercing electric blue that seemed to bore into her, finding her soul, and her innermost thoughts.

But the eyes were kindly, and the strong features were not intimidating as he cast his gaze down on her.

And she knew she'd already met this man's son.

"Countess..." he said in a deep, rich voice that gave her a shiver.

"You are Michael DeBourne," she said softly, unable to summon a louder voice. She held out her hand to shake. "Hello. I am Jenny."

"I am honoured," he said easily, now smiling, and she nearly lost herself in it. Another chill as her hand disappeared inside his. "Have you settled in well and met everyone?"

"Y-yes, I have," she stammered, trying not to flush as he spoke to her. "I think I have. If there's someone to meet after you, I... well, I should fear that I was dead, and it was the Day of Judgement."

He laughed, and the noise touched something deep inside her and made her want to dance for joy. "Well, I can assure you, countess, you're not dead. Gordon's been planning these little surprises for you all day, timing them out. She says you love surprises."

"I... I do," Jenny admitted, reminding herself to look up at him and not bow her head. God, she was enthralled and terrified. "I must... and I must say, you are both a surprise and not a surprise, sir."

He tilted his head slightly and smiled. "How so?"

Her heart was pounding. "I... Kat told you about us, yes?"

He nodded.

"And she told you why I went away?" she asked. "Please, be honest with me."

"She did," Mike confirmed, nodding.

"You are a surprise because I did not know what you looked like," Jenny explained, noticing her heart was racing. "But you are also not a surprise, because... because who else except you could Kat possibly have fallen more in love with than she was with me?"

She found herself blinking now as she willed herself to look up at him, not because of confusion, but to keep the sting out of her eyes. "My God, I understand now. And I... I did the right thing..."

Mike started to speak. "Lady Greymoor, I-"

"No, please," she interrupted, almost pleaded, holding up a hand to stay him. "Please... I can't... I cannot have you calling me that, it seems so wrong, even absurd. To be called by my titles by you is... please, I beg you, sir. Call me Jenny, or I'll never feel right. I am no Lady, or Mistress, or Countess to you. Please."