Mike & Karen Ch. 33

If they could have, they'd have known the sisters were congratulating each other on a new and wonderful phase in their lives.

Alexa found her breath first, cuddling everyone close and kissing both sisters on top of the head before smiling at them wickedly.

"So," she said breathily, her sapphire eyes glinting. "Wanna watch Jeanie, Fre, and I run a train on Alex?"

***

Mona's dorm room, 1987...

They were snuggled up in one another, still feeling deliciously mellow after the session up in Karen and Lisa's room. Mona's roomie was at her boyfriend's, so they had the place to themselves, even if Taylor was used to naked shenanigans with Janet around. Seeing the two wrapped around each other naked was no longer strange, even if they insisted they weren't lez.

"Mmmmm, that was a fun li'l party, wasn't it?" Mona mumbled, her eyes closed as she held Janet in her arms. Their boobs were squished together, and she had one of her toned legs slung over her friend's hip, keeping them close. Her hands slowly caressed Janet's back.

"Gotta admit, it's nice to know that DeBourne is mortal, y'know?" Janet said before they both giggled. "I feel better about him nearly rippin' my tit off. Now the whole campus is gonna know how he can't handle weed."

"Yep," Mona agreed. "Hit him with a nuke, he won't notice. But blow some White Widow in his face..."

They broke down snickering as they remembered the incident, thinking that now he was passed out in Karen's giant bed, probably out cold, while she and Lisa were squished into Lisa's smaller bed. They'd made sure to take pictures with his unconscious form and would now doubt plague him with them after they'd been developed. Even Princess had allowed herself to be in a few pictures, smirking for the camera with her huge tits next to his titanic head, the only thing larger than her tits.

They snuggled closer, kissing gently and caressing one another. They did this regularly, but when they'd been getting high, they were even more affectionate. They kissed and caressed, even fondling each other's boob for some time. But they were still high, and soon forgot they were doing, lapsing into silence.

After a while, Janet smiled at her friend. "Wanna get married, slut?"

"No!" Mona cackled, shoving the laughing brunette away from herself and rolling onto her back. "You'll get your skank all over me! I'm saving myself for a knight in shining armour!"

"Yah, right," Janet snorted through her laugh. "I've met Portuguese Chicken Boy, bitch. You don't have a knight in armour, that's a retard in tinfoil. Admit it, you can do worse than me."

"True, but right now I'm in love with Kar," Mona sighed, thinking of her new prize. "She's not gonna lemme know how she got that ticket to the Raphael, is she?"

Janet shook her head. "You'd already know if she intended to tell you. She might tell Li, so maybe you can coax it outta her."

"And how would I do that when I don't lick pussy?" the black girl pointed out, leaning up on her elbow now. "I ain't lickin' yours, so I sure as Hell ain't licking her lezbo ass up for info."

"Keep feedin' her dairy and threaten to not stop unless she tells you?" Janet ventured, making her friend snicker. It was true, Lisa's relationship with lactose products was best described as a restraining order, and abusive at worst.

"I mean, I'm really curious to know, but just havin' the ticket is more'n enough," Mona sighed. She tended to be insatiably curious, which was how she nearly got crushed by DeBourne's giant fucking can opener earlier in the day. Maybe she felt a little bit avenged for that indignity, now that his kryptonite had been revealed.

"I looked at some Raphael art in one of the books in the library after you told me, like the emo cherubs and shit," Janet mused, now rolling onto her back and letting Mona's free hand idly fondle her boob while she looked at the ceiling. "I mean, I guess it's cool, but it doesn't mean anything to me, really. Kinda like if I told you my fave lawyer to study was Clarence Darrow. You wouldn't give a shit."

"True dat, I nearly dozed off before you'd finished the name," Mona quipped, making Janet snicker. She leaned down and gave the brunette's nipple a gentle kiss, the one DeBourne had nearly torn off with his stupid Star Trek-ish mega-magnet. She rested her chin on the boob and smiled up at Janet now. "I mean, I guess I could show a li'l more interest in your law bullshit."

"Nah, I'm perfectly fine with you riffin' on me about it, same as I do with your cartoons," Janet said easily, running her fingers through Mona's lovely afro. "It's annoying enough that Princess knows all my stuff well enough to at least quiz me and keep me honest, meaning DeBourne probably does too. I know it makes Red crazy that Kar knows all sorts of activist stuff."

"It's extra weird that she does because she's an heiress and blue-blood," Mona agreed, nodding. "So why she knows any of it is beyond me. At least it makes sense with Mongo, since he's from a blue-collar family from the Great White North."

"Apparently Mongo's already made an enemy of that visiting prof, Frogmorton, or whatever his name is," Janet mused. "Princess said Mike almost had the dude screaming in rage during his intro speech."

"Well, annoying at DeBourne can be, he's almost always right, even more than Kar, so there's gotta be something to his disdain for the guy," Mona allowed.

They lapsed into silence again, losing their train of thought. It was a few minutes before Janet got a sly grin on her face.

"Wanna put baby oil on and squirm our butts together?" she asked.

"Do I?!" Mona squealed, pushing herself up enough to reach into her nightstand...

***

Blackwell Manor, Wednesday evening, the present...

She yawned and rubbed her eyes as she tottered down the hall, wondering where her Mistress Re-be-kah had gotten off to. Nanu had wandered into the compassion greenhouse, and the smell had made her drowsy. She curled up on a cozy little bench she'd found and promptly taken a nap.

The Egyptian girl hoped she hadn't missed dinner, apparently a fancy fish was involved. Oh well, even if she had, there'd be leftovers, and the nice woman who was the kitchen slave would look after her. She always did.

She paused as she came around a corner and saw a straw-haired boy staring at her. He was slightly shorter than Nanu, and he was scowling, as if he was offended by her presence.

"Who're you?" Percy demanded, looking at the dark-skinned girl standing in front of him. She wasn't much taller than him, but she was clearly an adult. She had baps.

The girl didn't respond, simply staring at him.

"You're stupid," he said harshly. "I'm a earl, that makes me better than you!"

He jammed his finger at the floor in front of himself. "Kneel!"

Nanu didn't understand what the boy was saying, but his intent was obvious. He was commanding her, and treating her like a slave.

Her hazel eyes narrowed into evil slits.

The Hastings Lounge...

Jenny was sitting in a comfortable chair, flipping through an old Eton primer she'd found on one of the shelves, amusing herself with the contents when there was a commotion outside the room. She glanced over.

"Tima!" Percy cried out in terror as he shot by, half his shirt torn off his pudgy frame.

A few seconds later, the little girl called Nanu stomped by, heading in the same direction Jenny's grandson had fled, her eyes flashing with indignation.

Jenny considered for only a moment before going back to her primer. Oh, look! Tringle of Harlech! I never did understand that story. What utter bumf! I-

"Mimi!" Percy gasped, standing in the doorway, looking like his clothes had lost an argument with Edward Scissorhands. "Mimi, save me, keep her aw-"

His head snapped around to look at something before he yelped in fright and dashed off, in the direction he'd originally come from. Seconds later, Nanu stomped by again, shreds of Percy's shirt in her tiny hands.

"I'm not saving you from consequences you so richly deserve, young man," Jenny called out unconcernedly, still reading Tringle. "Maybe you'll learn to be nice to people now."

Children were so hard to get through to nowadays.

***

Back at the condo...

Alex was lying on his back on the living room rug, reaching up and fondling Alexa's large breasts while she groaned loudly, plunging herself up and down on his throbbing cock. Jeanie was kneeling over his face, shuddering and gasping while he lashed her pussy with his tongue. She leaned forward and was kissing Lexi hungrily, their tongues tangling between them. Freja was squatting over Alexa's rear, pushing a strap-on in and out of her dear friend's ass while gripping the blonde's hips.

Tangled up next to the trio were Peg and Shana, holding one another close and kissing, watching all the action with lust and excitement. They ground their pussies together while they gazed at Alex's huge cock splitting Alexa open.

"Alex, pull out for a sec," Alexa panted, holding herself still while her husband complied. He withdrew slowly, his tool glistening with her lubrication. The sisters were staring at it in awe. Freja had stopped moving as well.

"Oops," Alexa said, putting her fingers to her lips and pretending to seem surprised while she turned her head to look back at Peg and Shana. "Oh no, he slipped out of me. Somebody'll need to put him back in..."

Peg looked at Shana for a second and nodded. The younger sister slowly reached out a tentative hand, gently touching Alex's cock. She wrapped her little fingers around it and held it steady, marveling at the feel of it, soft and hard all at once, slippery and sticky. She'd never touched a real cock before.

She teased the tip against Alexa's slick slit, making the blonde coo and squirm for some moments. Then Shana held it still, and Alexa sank back down, taking him back deep inside her wanton pussy, moaning loudly.

"That was so fucking cool," Shana breathed, pulling her hand back to look at it. It was shining with Alexa's lubrication. "Peg, you have got to try that..."

"You looked so hot doing it, Shaen," the older sister whispered, kissing Shana's ear and going back to squirming her cunt on her sibling's. "Wanna do this again?"

"All the time with you," Shana panted, grinding back against her sister. "We can do all these things all the time now... we have friends we're safe with, Peg."

Peg nodded, mewling as she fucked her sister, right next to Alexa getting railed by Alex and Freja while she made out with Jeanie. The brunette was churning on Alex's face, driving headlong toward her own climax.

"I love you so much, Peg," Shana panted, looking up into her sister's eyes, lost in them. She always had been. All this eroticism was driving her wild. No more sneaking hurried moments together, no more furtive glances in dirty magazines or clips of porno movies... now they could make love properly, all they wanted, for as long as they wanted. Not only here at Freja and Jeanie's, but soon enough they would be renting the top floor of a house they could afford, thanks to Alex and Alexa!

"I love you too, Shaen," Peg whispered back, kissing her again, biting her lip. Peg reached over and fondled Alexa's ass while she made love to her sister. Shana was caressing Jeanie's thigh, tracing her fingertips over the smooth skin. She heard Jeanie sigh and place a hand on top of hers, squeezing gently. It felt wonderfully validating.

The quintet writhed and ground, wrestling into different positions, although the sisters stayed mostly separate, able to caress and be caressed. Alexa was on her back now, with Alex kneeling between her legs and pushing his erection in and out of her. Freja was sitting on Alexa's face now, while Jeanie knelt behind her, having taken over the strap-on and fucking her wife's ass. Peg and Shana made sure to fondle her butt while she reamed Freja.

Freja popped first, grunting and crying out as she climaxed, mashing her pussy down on Alexa's mouth. Alexa followed moments later, shrieking into Freja before Alex shuddered and began dumping his cum inside her. Jeanie gripped her wife's tits hard as Freja came, since her wife loved having her tits almost mauled. Shana and Peg squealed as they shared another orgasm.

Before long, they were all lying in a tangled mess, sweating and breathing heavily. Hands caressed whatever weary flesh was available. Peg shivered as her hand passed over Alex's sticky cock, free of the confines of Alexa's pussy, but still hard, throbbing. She'd never felt anything like it, of course. It sent a tingling thrill through her.

"Wanna hold him steady while Fre'n me clean him off?" Jeanie offered. Peg and Shana managed to get onto their knees, and Peg kept Alex's thick cock steady, holding it near the base. She couldn't even get her little fingers around it. Holy shit, how did any girl fit it inside her?

Peg watched raptly as Freja and Jeanie knelt over him, taking turns plunging their mouths up and down, moaning in pleasure the whole time. Freja looked at her while she sucked on Alex's cock and winked. It sent another chill through Peg. She and her Shaen had been hiding their love for so long, terrified of discovery, and now they were doing this... it almost felt like a dream.

There was a tiny part of her that wanted to panic and retreat from all this, a niggling urge to turn tail and run... but she wanted to be liberated with her sister, she wanted Shana's happiness and freedom more than anything, and here it was, open to them after over a decade of fear for their love.

Just once, this first time, take her hand and dive in. These are good people, they're helping you. Ignore the panic...

She moved her hand up and down a little on the base of Alex's shaft while Freja and Jeanie continued cleaning him. Then she and Shana watched in shock as Alexa took her turn to clean her husband. Peg had to move her hand as Alexa did something she'd considered impossible and pushed all the way down Alex's cock, her lips reaching the root. 'Deep-throating', she thought it was called.

Alexa looked up at her and gave her a wicked smile, still sucking on her nephew-husband. She popped her mouth off the cock and tilted it toward Peg, as if offering it to her.

"Nnnnot yet," Peg breathed, feeling Shana kneeling next to her and also watching in quiet awe. "That thing scares the Hell out of me. Holding it for a sec was enough for now."

"No rush," Alexa said cheerfully, giving Alex's still-erect dick a kiss before wiggling down to squat and then sinking down onto it. Alex sat up behind her and cuddled her close, keeping her in a sitting position on his lap. She parted her legs wide enough that Peg and Shana could see him splitting her pussy open while she squirmed around. The sisters stared, almost dumbfounded. "But we do have a question for you both."

Peg blinked and managed to look up at Alexa's face. "Huh?"

"We're having a proper housewarming this weekend at Blackshack," Alexa explained, borrowing her sister's and Jenny's term for where they lived. "Big to-do where Kar takes over as head of our family, first woman to ever do it over a thousand years. And that I'm pretty sure we could sneak you in there as guests, y'know?"

"Wouldn't we just be in the way?" Shana asked.

Alexa shook her head, shivering as Alex squeezed and fondled her tits expertly. Nobody was better at it than he was, even Freja. "No offense, but almost nobody's gonna notice you're there. We've got politicians coming, nobility from England and Scotland, military brass, celebrities from our neighbourhood..."

Shana gasped. "Is... is your rapper neighbour coming?"

Alexa nodded. "He said so. Lots of other musicians as well, since Kar and Mike are so well-connected with music. So trust me, you're no imposition. Even if you're at a card table during dinner, I thought you two might have fun."

Peg looked at her sister. "We'll need to play it cool, Shaen, we can't be glued to one another and holding hands all day."

"I promise, Peg," Shana breathed, looking excited. She wanted to meet or at least breathe the air around Alex and Alexa's megastar rapper neighbour. "Can we please do it?"

"It... it sounds great, but I don't think we have anything to wear, Shaen," Peg confessed. "This is gonna be a big, classy event, and we each own a white blouse, that's about it."

"Let my aunt Jen take you shopping tomorrow," Alexa suggested. "She's taking Alex's friends to get fitted for acceptable suits anyway, so it won't be hard to throw dresses on you two. Our treat if you agree to come."

"I guess we'd better say yes, right?" Peg said with mounting excitement while Shana squealed and clapped her hands. They'd never been to anything more fancy than a church function.

"And then there's the second housewarming the following weekend," Alex mentioned, still groping his wife while pushing his cock up inside her, making Alexa shudder and moan, forgetting how to speak. "It's of a more risqué and naughty nature. Big fundraiser for some project mom and dad are working on."

"I mean, we have our trust fund, but we shouldn't dip into it for a donation," Peg admitted. "We don't wanna freeload."

"Then we'll get you some sexy burlesque duds and you can work as temp staff," he reasoned, pulling on Alexa's nipples and making her mewl in pleasure at the delicious sting. "You'll get simple jobs serving drinks or canapés, and then you get to watch the fun all evening. Betcha there'll be plenty of chances to sneak off and get your sin on anyway. Say yes already."

Shana squealed and kissed her sister's cheek, almost toppling them over as Peg finally said 'yes'.

***

Blackwell Manor, sometime after dark...

Alex and Alexa had parked the vehicle and went inside, surprised when they were met in the grand foyer by two individuals. They paused just inside the door as Valentina and Trinian were standing there, waiting for them.

"Heya, guys," Alex said cheerfully. "Everything alright?"

"It is now," Trinian announced, walking up to them. She took Alexa's hand out of Alex's, keeping hold of Alexa's while she looked up at him. "Boys and girls can't share a bedroom if they're not married, you know. It's naughty. I'll stay with Alexandra for now."

She then pointed at Val. "You can stay with her. She's the help, so it doesn't count."

"Well, there's no faulting any of that logic, Trinian," Alex laughed while Alexa's head snapped around to look at him with wide eyes. He could've squashed Trinian like a bug or just told the precocious little thing 'no', but true to troll protocol, he seemed intent on going through with it. "Okay, you guys have a good night sleep."

"We will," Trinian sniffed before leading Alexa up the grand staircase. "I hope our pajamas match. How fun would that be?"

Alexa kept looking back at Alex as she got pulled up the stairs, her eyes narrowing and promising retribution. Val did her best to restrain a giggle, not quite successfully.

"So, Alex," she lilted, walking up to him and smiling prettily. "I guess you're my responsibility tonight. Trinian may have a bedtime, but I don't. What should we do before we turn in?"

"Well, we could go join your co-workers in the staff lounge, have some laughs and fun," he posited. "Or, we can find a quiet place and you can tell me more about your family back in Modena. We got interrupted last time by that cannoli explosion."

"Never try to have a peaceful conversation in a little mom-and-pop Italian restaurant," she sighed, shaking her head while she took his hand. "But yeah, let's talk about Modena, I'll fix some drinks and we can use the Caernarvon Lounge."

They were walking along toward the lounge when she turned her head, leaned in and took a deep inhale. "You smell like sex," she mused. "Busy night?"