Mike & Karen Ch. 30

"Perhaps, yndling, but she has her quirks, after all," Freja sighed, her pussy still glued to her wife's. "After all, do you like seeing your parents fuck?"

"Ew, no," the brunette said, making a wry face. "Point taken. But I'm glad we were watchin'. Y'think Ari recorded it?"

"I ams doubting he watched, but it was my understanding that everything we see through these cameras was being recorded and saved, ja?"

"Poor Alex," Jeanie snickered, making her boobs jiggle as she thought of something. "He's probs gonna have to edit and curate that li'l fuckathon that just happened, isn't he? As part of his whole penance thing."

"Poss," Freja agreed, sitting up now and stretching. "Maybe we should go find Alexandra and bathe or shower with her? We are a sticky mess now. The delivery person for dinner tonight might not appreciate this."

"Yeah, sticky, hours-old cum isn't fun," Jeanie agreed, missing her wife's point entirely. "We'll shower an' then get covered in new cum for when they arrive, right?"

Freja just shrugged, not really interested in correcting the assertion. It would hardly be the first time that they'd received a food delivery naked and covered in cum, would it?

***

Downtown Toronto, the Mink Mile, a very posh spa...

"Do we know how Lord Harding is doing?" Millie asked, lying on her stomach, her chin resting on her forearms as the delightfully attentive masseur worked her shoulder and back muscles. Much more of this and she would be tempted to give him a very nice tip.

"My last report from Kerkyon was that Dr. James has given him his physical and declared him to be in good health, although possessed of a grating personality," Jenny sighed out in response, receiving a similar treatment to her sister right beside her. "She put the little brat in his place easily enough after he traumatised poor Nurse Katie no end."

"These colonials had no idea what they were in for, clearly," the younger woman said lazily, not really able to care at the moment. "Should I feel bad for dropping him off at their daycare function when he doesn't know anybody?"

"Mill, knowing people hasn't kept him from being a prat now, has it?" Jenny pointed out. "The clinic has that function and a very well-paid daycare staff for just this occasion. They know the DeBournes intimately, and they'll take excellent care of my grandson."

"You don't look anywhere near old enough to be a grandmother, ma'am," her masseur said helpfully.

"Oh, you're sweet, lovey," Jenny cooed, melting under his touch. True, it wasn't quite as compelling as being massaged by Michael DeBourne, but that man's sheer power and presence required a complete surrender to relaxation and was a unique experience and sensation she'd grown addicted to.

She wondered if Kat was right and Mona and Janet had fucked him already. Apparently this would play true to type. Not that she blamed them, mind.

"Mmmmmm, there are no massage services on Sheppey that come close to being as good as this," Millie sighed.

"I'm not sure I was aware that such services even existed on Sheppey," the older woman mused before turning her head slightly to look at her sister. "Don't you need opposable thumbs to give massages?"

"Be nice, Jen," the baronetess giggled.

"Tosh, you complain about them more than anyone, I might point out," Jen said.

"Yes, but I'm their baronetess, and they're my problem, so I'm allowed. You don't hear me complaining about your backwards-speaking Janners in Ilfracombe, do you?"

"Only because you never visit, you tart," quipped the blonde.

"I most certainly do, and in any event," Millie continued. "The services on the island are simply beastly, so I must go into Sittingbourne or Rochester, which is little better. A girl could expire from a lack of proper effleurage treatment, you know."

"Which is why I keep a masseur stashed away on retainer in Exeter," Jenny breathed, closing her eyes and melting again. "One never knows when the need might strike, after all. And hearing the modest-living Lady Chudleigh speaking about not being able to live without proper massages is unusual. Is Blackshack getting to you, Mill?"

"Oh, can it, you degenerate," Millie mumbled. The sisters lapsed into silence and let the masseurs go about their duties. They'd both opted for full massages, and they didn't even have towels on to cover their private zones. Neither saw or felt the need.

All too soon, the services were finished. "There we go, ladies," said the young man who had been working on Jenny. "That is all, unless you commission us to continue. We have the availability."

"Mmmmm, sounds divine, lovey, but much more of this, and a happy ending will end up being involved," Jenny sighed languidly.

"I... we don't offer that kind of service, ma'am," her masseur said somewhat hesitantly.

"Oh, I didn't say you would be the one providing it, dear boy," the countess purred, pushing herself up just enough to give him a wicked smile, and expose the swell of her large breasts just below, pressed to the massage table. Only her nipples couldn't be seen. "Thank you both, you have been exemplary, and your superiors will know it. Off with you now..."

The two men gathered up their things and left the Penrose sisters relaxing in the room, the soft Zen music and the sounds of a babbling brook playing around them. It was almost two minutes before Millie sighed and gave a little stretch.

"Mmmmm, that was a delight," she said quietly. "There are, perhaps, some benefits to your obnoxiously patrician lifestyle, Jen."

"I like to think so," Jenny said easily, slowly getting up into a sitting position and facing her sister, whose own massage table was a mere four feet away. They'd opted for a couples' massage, just so they could stay together. "You don't let me spoil you nearly often enough, you know, Mill. I love doing it, I always have."

"I know, and it's tempting, I assure you," Millie agreed, exhaling as she sat up now, facing Jen and then slowly slipping down to the cool floor. "I just don't dare lose myself in it, Jen. I'm not as strong as you."

"Codswallop and lies, the lot of it," Jenny lilted, also slipping down to the floor and then stepping forward to stand in front of her sister now, smiling lovingly. "How weak can you possibly be, if you've put up with me my whole life?"

Millie giggled as she leaned her butt back against her cushioned table and then smirked at the blonde. "It might have taken some resolve and patience over the decades, I admit. It's a good thing I love you, Lady Greymoor."

Jenny had come in close enough that her breasts were pressed into Millie's, their bellies flattened together, and their hips meeting while their pussies kissed. The sisters looked into one another's eyes for some moments.

"And there's no one I love more than you, Lady Chudleigh," Jenny said as she pulled her sister into her arms and kissed her warmly.

***

Blackshack, second floor, Trilby's room, mid-afternoon...

"They are so cool," Val breathed as she got naked to change into another outfit. She'd spent some time assisting Marie in the compassion greenhouse, so she thought it was prudent to put on clothing that didn't smell like Keith Richards' jacket. "I mean, I got a total lady boner meeting them."

"That happens to you a lot, Bubbles," Trilby mused, making a point of looking like she wasn't watching her co-worker change. Except she totally was. Val's body enthralled her, which had been confusing her for weeks now, and not even masturbating furiously seemed to sort things out for her. "But yeah, they seem pretty nifty, don't they?"

"Nifty?" the shorter girl almost exclaimed, turning to look at her friend. She hadn't made it as far as putting anything on, her tiny, lacy black thong panties still in her hand. Trilby tried to not stare at Val's gorgeous breasts. "Tril, Mona is a renowned animator everywhere, Janet is one of the highest-profile lawyers in the country, and Lisa is a famous social activist. She's so famous that she's wanted in some countries. What's not cool about them?"

"Okay, y'got a point, Bubbles," Trilby admitted readily. As a hippie and rights activist herself, she was becoming a fan of Lisa, now that she'd seen what the older woman had accomplished. And the lawyer was striking the right notes with Trilby's sense of justice and fair play, fighting for indigenous rights in Alberta against big oil companies. And the Mona chick just seemed plain cool. "The boss lady sure knows how to keep a really broad bunch of people around, doesn't she?"

"These're some of her oldest friends, it's amazing they're all around and can be here," Val gushed, finally slipping into her panties. That helped Trilby's circumstances, but only a fraction. She kept her thighs clamped tightly together, in case the wet spot on her panties became obvious. "Lemme know if you ever want a shift lookin' after 'em, okay? I mean, I'm happy to do it, but I wanna share the fun with you, y'know?"

The whole 'servant' thing is kinda contrary to my life outlook, but I know what you mean," Trilby sighed. She'd been hired on for housekeeping, and that was the vast majority of what she did, aside from occasionally serving drinks and helping with serving dinner if it was a formal affair. Mostly, though, she was simply happy with her job description as is. "I guess I wouldn't mind lookin' after 'em once in a while. I'll let you know, promise."

"You can tell Andrea has the hots for the Mona chick," Val giggled as she began fitting on her lacy black bra. "I just know she's gonna tell me all about it, and want me to get off with her while she thinks about her."

"TMI, Bubbles," the hippie girl sighed, shaking her head. "Is their room ready?"

"Set up just the way Master told me to set it up," Val said readily, nodding while she slipped into her stockings next. "Even though they've set up the bedroom next door for Mrs. Heyman-Blefary just in case, he seems pretty convinced that she'll wanna keep with the old tradition and sleep with her friends in the special room."

"Good on 'em all for keepin' that spirit alive," Trilby mused. Val was wiggling into her abbreviated skirt now. Trilby stood up and walked over, knowing that Bubbles was going to ask for help getting into her bodice. "D'you think they'll all lose it when they see the countess and Alexa?"

"Look how they freaked out over Mister Winson," Val pointed out while she let her friend stuff her into the bodice and begin tightening it. "They haven't seen the countess in over thirty years, apparently, and Lexi in twenty. Apparently that's the one that'll really reduce 'em to tears."

"And they'll also get to meet Percy," Trilby mused, smirking. "Can't wait to see how that goes for him."

"With any luck, they'll kick his ass," the Italian girl muttered, frowning as she remembered her fiasco with him. "I never did find my bra, wherever the little brat hid it."

"He stashed it in the dumbwaiter on the third floor," Trilby said plainly as she made some adjustments.

"You found it there?" Val asked, surprised.

"No, Alex did," the senior housekeeper replied with a shrug. "He seemed to know where it would be. Guess he's done that sorta thing when he was younger. It's in the laundry, waiting to be washed."

"I'm just glad it's back, and thanks for telling me, Tril," Val breathed, nodding while Trilby fluffed her boobs, making sure they looked right in her outfit. She stood up straight now, smiling brightly. The only thing she wasn't wearing yet was her heels. "So? Do I pass the motorboat test?"

"You dork," Trilby laughed, pushing her face into Val's glorious cleavage and then wiggling her head about, proving that her co-worker was indeed presenting properly. She stood up straight again, smiling. "I've gotta go hit the ballroom wing and check on supplies in the closets. What're you up to now?"

"Pretty sure Master and Miss Bresciani and Miss Remington are finished with their... activities, so I'm gonna see if they need refreshments."

"Still wild to me that none of this is cheating, y'know?" Trilby said, shaking her head again. "And after refreshments?"

"Makin' sure doors that oughta be locked are locked, just in case our new guests decide to go for an unscheduled tour," Val answered, slipping into her shoes now. Trilby knew what she meant; they didn't want Lisa, Janet, or Mona wandering into the rooms of Millie, the countess, or Alexa, and finding out anything they shouldn't just yet.

"Okay, gotta jet," Val said, trotting to the door to get to work, but not before stopping in the doorway and lifting up the back of her tiny skirt, exposing her panties and wiggling her butt at Trilby. She winked back at her friend. "See ya at dinner, Tril!"

Trilby sighed and plunked down onto her bed, trying to gather herself. Bubbles sure knew how to make things hard without knowing she was making things hard.

She glanced over at her little clock and saw that she still had about twenty minutes left on her break. It was enough time to sneak into the bathroom she shared with Val, lock both doors, and take care of business. It was, after all, pretty slippery between her legs. At this rate, she was gonna become a 'once-a-day' kind of girl.

Trilby let out another sigh before she got up and walked over to the bathroom, unable to deny the tingle in her pussy any longer.

Darnit, Bubbles...

***

The west wing master suite...

"So, how's it all goin'?" he asked while he sat at his office desk, looking over an assignment from one of his courses.

"It's kinda agony not bein' there, but I guess it'll help me adjust a little too," Alexa replied, still downtown at Freja and Jeanie's condo. "Bein' away from you is hard enough."

"Hey, at least you can get laid," Alex laughed. "Freja and Jeanie'll take good care of you."

"You could get Val to do that for you too, y'know," Alexa pointed out. "I mean, I've done it with her a few times, and she blew you that one time. She's pretty good, admit it. Orrrrrrrr, I'm sure your Aunty Janet would willingly fill in for me..."

"Harrrr, you're funny," Alex said while his wife giggled. "Seriously, though, get some endorphins in you, tonight, and before you show up. I want you lookin' relaxed and absolutely radiant when you meet them. Watch the cameras, but also have fun tonight. Don't be so on edge about things."

"I'm tryin' to relax, for real," she sighed. "'course, Fre and Jeanie're planning on answering the door for our food delivery naked, give the driver a nice surprise."

"Sounds like them," he chuckled, writing down some notes for himself. "Y'gonna do it with them?"

There was a pause for a moment. "I keep forgetting you're okay with that. You sure, Alex? It'd be nice to have some crazy fun and unwind, even if it's just being seen naked for ten seconds by some rando delivery dude."

Alex smiled. He had to keep reminding himself that Alexa had been back for less than a year and wasn't quite fully integrated into how things worked in this family. "Alexa, sooner or later, you're gonna have to let yourself accept the fact that I'm not some thin-skinned, insecure and jealous male with no self-esteem. Like it or not, I trust you implicitly. If you and your friends wanna flash the delivery boy, go nuts."

"Yeah, I'm beginning to accept that," she said quietly.

"Just don't let those two lunatics get you raped and killed by some psycho," he added.

"We heard that, you jerk, she's on speakerphone!" Jeanie called from the background. Alexa giggled while Alex laughed.

"Okay, so no getting raped and killed, got it," Alexa said once she'd recovered. "Anything else?"

"Well, if they decide to take pics with him for posterity, don't be seen in the shot," he reasoned. "If that got leaked, it wouldn't play well with the press and in our future court case."

Alexa was snickering again. "It cracks me up that the reason I can't take naked pics with a random guy is because you think we'll look bad in court, not jealousy or anything. You're perfect, Alex!"

"Well, just don't let it get around, or people are gonna start having expectations of me," he laughed. "Make sure you take pics or videos if it happens, that'll be a hoot. And one day, we'll show it to incels, make them all seethe with hatred. I'd better book for now, check on our aunts. I'll message you in a bit. Love you, beautiful."

"And I am so very in love with you, Alex..." he heard her say softly before he ended the call. He smiled and put the finishing touches on his assignment's notes, and then headed out to find Janet and Mona. They were probably done with his dad by now.

It had been a fantastic day so far, and the best was yet to come.

***

The other end of the third floor, the east wing...

Janet frowned as she tried to open the door, but it didn't give. "Since when do you people lock doors around here?"

Mike shrugged. Janet had been trying to get into Jenny's VIP suite, right next to the master suite. "Lots of bigwigs and important names coming, and sometimes they insist that accommodations be locked up tight prior to their arrival. Would you expect less from some of the Blackwells you know?"

It wasn't a lie, so much as a misdirection. If he could get it by Janet the lawyer, then the rest was easy.

"Huh, well, that's true enough," Mona mused, standing with them both. She rubbed Janet's butt through her jeans absently. "Any other doors locked around the place?"

He made a show of thinking. "I don't know if Kar's unlocked your suite yet. There was one locked guest room on the second floor, west wing, and Alex seems to be locking his door."

"Teenage boys do that, big man," Janet snickered. "Have you forgotten what you were like at his age?"

"At his age, I was usually deep inside you two, and you insisted I leave my dorm door unlocked for easy access, so no," Mike pointed out, making Janet blush and Mona burst out laughing. He was absolutely correct, however.

"Well played, Mongo," the black girl said gaily. "As for Alex, hopefully his mystery girlfriend is taking good care of him, so that his floor isn't covered in wadded-up tissue paper. Any idea where Kar and Li are?"

"Kar had her downtown, picked up a few things with her, then they went to Richardson's, they should be here soon," Mike replied.

"Ooh, we're pretending she's a Scottish Jew again?" Janet laughed. "That was always one of my favourite scams. I hope they're back soon, I wanna see our room when Li arrives."

"Speaking of favourite things..." Mona chimed as Alex walked up. She pulled him into a warm hug, followed by a kiss on the cheek. "And how's my li'l stud muffin?"

Alex was amazed he couldn't hear Alexa snickering downtown, no doubt watching on the camera feed. "He's fine, aunty. I'm just glad you're all here. It's been too long since I've seen you, after all."

"Down, boy, no need to lay it on so thick, I'll blow you when daddy isn't around," Janet laughed, also hugging her surrogate nephew, not only kissing his cheek but then giving his ear a naughty nip. Alex was a much more manageable size than his father, even if he was still built like a hardbody and big all over. "Y'sure we've gotta wait 'til tomorrow to meet this mystery girl of yours?"

He nodded. "That's when she can get here. And yes, I've locked my door, just in case anyone begins snooping around looking for clues about her."

"It's like he knows us," Mona giggled, caressing his chest. Thankfully, he'd changed out of the damned QR code shirt. This new shirt just advertised one of his dorky roleplay games. "I've worked up an appetite, y'got anything to eat in this place DeBourne?"