Sera Ch. 17

"But, once I could turn my back and trust that everything was being properly taken care of, I could finally start to really ask myself what I was going to do. Of course, the answer was to continue pursuing the mystery of what we are, and there was no longer any question of ability in terms of time and resources. I'd learned a lot about us from Grammie and what she knew from our family history, and I'd spoken to a lot of people and done a lot of research on my own before I'd met her, but with the power of this estate came a much brighter, farther reaching beam into the darkness of that particular mystery.

"However, this wasn't all. As I said, I was lonely for my own kind, someone I could really talk to. I'd been dreaming of a family reunion, especially after Kitten and Steven were born, and my loneliness soon made this a priority. Since then, I've been working for our future, waiting for a time when we could all come together under the same circumstances. And here we are."

Auntie Ashleigh paused here with a long sigh as she again looked thoughtfully into her glass before speaking to its contents.

"I'd hoped Mum could be here as well. Like I said, I'd learned a lot from Grammie and, though she herself didn't think in terms of her abilities, I always have and I had reason to believe that Mum could have been helped. I'd hoped that we all could have... Well, that won't happen now... will it?"

Another short pause came up and I was almost startled when Auntie Kathleen cleared her throat and began carefully shifting me about in order that she could get out of the chair. We all looked at her, Stevie included as she looked at each of us in turn with a somewhat intense expression. Sheila's expression was hard to define, and it was she who Auntie Kathleen looked at last before addressing Auntie Ashleigh by stepping forward with a sudden, angry sneer and a hard, open handed slap across her oldest sister's face.

Needless to say, Auntie Ashleigh was as shocked at this as the rest of us but, also like the rest of us, she only sat there, taking her younger sister's spitting mad features very seriously. The rage within her barely contained, Auntie Kathleen took her turn to speak, cursing for the first time since I'd known her.

"Well, I'm just so fucking glad you got to spend such beautiful, loving time with Mum and your little god damned Barbie dolls! And I'm so sorry things didn't work out for you, but isn't it nice that you could just stick your head in the sand like Grammie, secure in the knowledge that Mum couldn't hurt you any longer while somebody else had to deal with her!

"And I know why you look at me like that when you speak of her sometimes," Auntie almost spat, her seething anger centered on our very attentive matriarch, "so let me just spell this out for everyone right here and now, okay? What you went through with her was nothing! Nothing! You didn't get to see when she started talking to herself, you didn't get to see her staring down the basement stairs into the darkness with a look on her face that would give you nightmares, you didn't have to get consigned to that basement of unseen horrors for hours on end while-!"

Auntie Kathleen, even in her rage, interrupted herself as though to go on with the horrible experiences with her mother would only cheapen their personal impact. For two or three seconds, her lips worked in a silent fury until she continued in a seething voice that gradually got higher.

"I killed her. I killed her and I enjoyed it. And Ash, I want you to know that I didn't just kill her, I terrorized her. I took her to a hell of her own worst fears before I sent her off to the real one, and I'd do it again! And if you think that was wrong, if you think that was a crime against our family, you should know that she had one of her caregivers fling herself from a bridge and to her own death! And that's just the tip of the iceberg, Ash! You get what I'm saying!? It didn't stop with us!!"

Auntie Kathleen was crying now and so was Sheila as she stared, again in awe of her little sister. Auntie Ashleigh didn't know what to do while Stevie sat tensed with Sheila still in his lap. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Auntie Ashleigh's whole story and now this stunning, emotional confession of Auntie Kathleen's.

"Yes, I killed her! If I heard today that she somehow survived me that night, I'd be back in Saint John by tomorrow to finish the job, but I went to the old hag's funeral and looked into the casket just to make sure! So, you can stop your little fucking looks, okay? I don't care if you felt guilt, I don't care if you still do, you weren't there!"

She stopped here, bare boobies heaving atop their turned down cups as they thrust from her sweater, staring Auntie Ashleigh down with an angry sob until Sheila spoke in a quiet, halting voice.

"Kathy..."

Auntie turned and Sheila slowly got off of Stevie, standing in front of his chair to regard her younger sister with tears in her eyes as well.

"Did you really...?"

"I told you I would. I told you. Why didn't you trust me? Why did you have to go and do that!?" she demanded, crying harder now and looking accusingly at Sheila. We could have been together!!"

Here, Auntie Kathleen came to a breaking point, turning and hurrying from the room with her broken sobs, Sheila now totally breaking down as well. The expression on her face was almost heartbreaking in itself.

"Kaaa-thyyy!!" she whined in a long sob, the only person in the world allowed to call her that suddenly running out of the room and after her.

This left three of us sitting quietly, but for my crying. Auntie Ashleigh was crying a little too and even Stevie looked at the floor with a somber expression.

"(Sniff) Well..." Auntie quietly said as she vacated her seat a few seconds later, "I guess I deserved that."

She left the room without another word, and Stevie and I looked at one another. Our interesting and informative family meeting was over, leaving me in a sad mood, and I wanted to be alone. I got up and quietly left behind Auntie Ashleigh, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way, not even thinking of my clothes until I got back to my apartment.

Steven

After the meeting, I felt like I'd been drained. Most likely, all the vodka I drank before I got there was the biggest culprit in this, but there was no denying the emotional drain, either. I went back to my apartment and crashed for almost three hours.

I awoke to Stanley pouncing on my feet and toes with his needle like claws, starving and still a little drunk. Leaving the rambunctious devil in my room, I made it to my kitchenette for three slices of whole wheat bread with a beer chaser. Standing there, Ashleigh's story came flooding back.

Ashleigh claimed she could have helped Marie and, to me, this implied that she really could help Mum with these control measures she spoke of. That was quite encouraging, otherwise, none of the things she'd mentioned about the parasite was of any immediate, practical value. Even so, it was quite a story and it was no wonder I couldn't help liking her.

As for Mum, I found her behaviour quite interesting, both with her teasing Sheila and in how she ended the meeting. It seemed as if she was actually coming around and, if Ashleigh would ever get to the big answers she'd been promising, maybe I'd be able to finally get some results where Mum was concerned. Beyond the muddied waters at Ashleigh World, I reminded myself, Mum was what it was all about.

Four beers later and as the clock passed eight PM, I stepped into the corridor. Quietly closing my door behind me, I moved down to Gina's door. I wasn't sure if she and Kitten were bunking together or not, but I did manage to weasel the fact that she had her own official quarters from one of the staff before the meeting. (I think she finally told me just to get rid of my drunken ass) It was next door to Kitten's place and I threw an almost fearful, sidelong glance in that direction as I rang. As much as I'd fallen for her, there were things about her that still bothered me and, without my parasite in the driver's seat, I was a lot more wary of these things. I was also painfully aware of who encouraged what happened to her at the hotel, my so-called beloved. Yet, the memory of her on that table, flat on her back while those guys took turns at her made me horny again as I rang a second time.

Still no answer.

My hand hovered near the knob and I looked again to Kitten's door in hesitation before I grabbed it, twisting to find it unlocked, and then slipping inside.

Beyond the foyer, there was very little light with all the curtains and blinds drawn, however a quick search turned up Gina's clothes and some other personal effects, but no Gina.

"Shit. Now what?" I asked myself.

"Try Kitten's door."

"What if Kitten's there?"

"Then, get Kitten out of there and get her occupied somehow so we can get back."

"Fuck... this is..."

"I know."

"(Siiigh!)"

Kitten's doorbell yielded exactly the same results as Gina's, that being none, however, it was a lot harder invading her private space. I stalled, ringing again as my anxiety climbed, steeling myself for a violation of her privacy that an investigative curiosity demanded.

And then the door opened and I was looking at Gina herself. Even without knowing her, I didn't have much trouble figuring out that she hadn't been quite herself lately. She wore a short, pink nightie with wide, see through pinstripes and the tiniest shoulder straps, one of which was at her elbow to allow an erect nipple to peek out. Her hair was a mess and she looked and smelled like she'd really tied one on as she hung on to the door, swaying and smiling at me from a million influenced miles away.

"Hi!" she said, collapsing against the doorframe to look up at me from there.

"Uh, hi Gina. How's things?" I asked, well knowing by the look of her.

"Pretty good till you woke me up just now. Heeehhh."

"Okay... Is Kitten in?"

"Nnnope!"

"Do you know where she is?"

"Nnnope!"

"Uh, do you know when she'll be-?"

"Nnnope! Come on in and let's get dirty, sailor!"

I could only gawp at her and, judging by her laughter at this, I can only imagine the look on my face.

"Oh my god," I finally toned, taking a dreadful look around before I slipped past her and inside.

"Alll-riiight!" Gina cheered as the door shut, laughing and clapping. "Woohooo!"

"Gina, come here," I nervously instructed as I moved beyond the foyer, taking a half fearful glance around before seating myself on the couch.

I watched her, now laughing almost uncontrollably as she made a great effort to make it to the couch without falling. She did, but not without flinging herself into me with the expectation that I'd catch her.

"Haaaaaaa! Oh! Heh heh!"

"Gina, don't- this is serious!" I exclaimed, trying to get her off of me.

"You're fucking right this is serious!" she seconded with her hand at my crotch. "You're already half hard- Hey!"

I managed to free myself, then got both of us to a sitting position, having to hold her while she swayed with her dazed and confused expression.

"Gina, look at me."

"Oh sure, sailor. That's what you all say, then when ya least expect it, Wham! Out comes that fat prick and straight down my thr-"

"Gina! Look at me!"

Her mind was closed and I needed to get in before I could do anything, so all I could do was give her a bit of a shake and try again.

"He-eeyyy...! Not so rough, sailor! I'm a fine, Chinese work of art! Not some-"

I gave her a rougher shake, raising my voice further when I said her name, and I finally got her eyes. Three seconds later, I was in and she went to a slack jawed smile while I tried to relax. The first time I found her under the Jedi spell, all I had to do was tell her to forget me, close her up, and send her on her way. Easy. The time I found her in the library with Kitten and Lamarr's dick, I did much the same thing.

Now, things were a little bit more involved. Not only did I have to get the incident with Mum, Kitten and Ashleigh out of her head, along with any talk of it afterwards, but I had to leave some motivation in the poor thing's mind that would get her out of there without endangering the family. It was a bit hair raising, and I wished I'd let my mother's other son behind the wheel for this after all, but I was trying to find some balance between my over caution and his loose cannon. With a jittery sigh, wondering when the Jedi Kitten would come through the door, I got down to business.

"Okay, Gina?"

"Yeah?" she asked, allowing a string of drool to run from her parted lips and down her chin without seeming to notice.

"Do you remember when you and Kitten went to the library last night?"

"Yeah."

"Forget everything from that point up until now."

"Sure."

I paused, somehow not liking that reply.

"Forget everything that happened to you after you arrived at the library with Kitten last night, right up until you let me in the door just now."

"Why, what happened?" she asked.

"Never mind," I said, raising the strap of her nightie back to her shoulder.

With the feeling that something wasn't quite right, I sat there, staring at her while expecting Kitten to walk in at any time, ever more franticly wondering how in hell I was going to get Gina out of her life, when she did something I wouldn't have expected. Her slack jawed grin got wider, dirtier, and she whispered at me, mocking a thick, Asian accent.

"Two dollah, I make you hollah."

" ... What?"

"Two dollah, I make you hollah," she repeated, laughing and adding, "I love you looong tiiime!"

In my surprise, I lost eye contact and she started howling in laughter. I had no idea what was going on while my focus on a job more intricate than I counted on slipped completely in favour of a mild form of panic.

"Two dollah, I make you hollaaaaahhh!!"

Kitten

Events of the family meeting completely occupied my thoughts after I returned, bare naked, to my apartment. Gina was just the way I saw her last, passed out on my bed in her pink nightie and matching panties. It was definitely a well-deserved sleep, and I knew she'd need it for later on.

I stood at the foot of the bed, watching her with a smile as I recalled the evening before. It was the best sex I'd ever had with her, both when I allowed her own opinion of what was going on, and after I told her she loved it. The memory of her being slam-fucked while a small group of staff watched and her red faced enjoyment of it started heating miffy up.

After a quick shower, hair and makeup procedures, I started getting dressed, choosing a pair of half worn out jeans that always made Daddy ask if I'd cleaned out his paint gun when I was done with it. My upper body attire consisted of a strapless halter that was really just a stretchy, medium blue, cotton band that covered the bottom of my boobies while leaving plenty of bouncing cleavage. My nipples were visibly erected and, along with my snakeskin ball breakers and black hair band, I stepped back out into the corridor.

Auntie Kathleen answered her door with a slightly wary, but tired expression that brightened a little when she saw me.

"Hi, Auntie. Can I come in?"

"Of course, sweetie pie," she assured.

She wore soft gray slacks that looked sensational on her. Her deep red top with long, loose sleeves and short, narrow waist barely reached the beltline of her slacks where it was pulled loosely in. Medium sized black buttons started just above her belly button and stopped high enough to adequately reign in her bust, but not enough to cover her impressive cleavage. In addition to her red, three inch heels she obviously wore no bra, but the lines of her bikini panties could easily be seen under the fine material of her slacks, and the horny I'd had since the meeting ratcheted up another notch or three.

"Auntie, you look so good, I could lick you."

She responded to this with subdued laughter, turning around as she led me into her apartment to display a marginally happier face than the one that answered the door.

"Thanks. You look pretty appetizing too," she complimented.

After a short, though slightly awkward pause, I quietly said, "Um, I hope I'm not intruding, but I was worried that you were maybe feeling bad."

"I'm alright. I appreciate your concern, though. Uhh... I hope I didn't freak you out when I told you all what I did. I love you."

We were standing in the middle of her living room at this point, about three feet away from each other as I settled my eyes on her, openly thinking about it before I answered just as openly.

"I won't lie; I was and still am... shocked. Uh, but after the things you told me about your mother and what Stevie told me about her... Yeah, it's shocking, and I don't know how you did it... but I trust you. I don't believe you'd ever hurt anyone without good reason, and I've heard some pretty good reason."

She grabbed me so fast, I was actually startled. I'd never seen anyone move that fast, but the end result was a nice, firm hug while she rubbed my back and bum.

"I love you too, Auntie."

"Ohh, sweetie pie, you're so precious," she whispered.

After a minute, we separated. She seemed a lot more comfortable and I was even more turned on but, after a nice kiss, I went to the couch while she went to her kitchenette, forcing my eyes from her bum and my mind to something else.

"I couldn't believe it when Sheila just took her dress off like that," I commented.

"She always did have that... way about her."

"A lot of people back in Langley have mentioned it. Daddy calls it 'the Sheila effect'."

Auntie laughed at this, nodding her head in further agreement as she fixed our drinks, saying, "That about covers it alright, but with she and I, it's different."

"Like how?"

"It just is. We're sisters, but we loved each other... more than sisters should, I suppose."

"It's okay, Auntie," I told her, trying to imagine them together.

"After all this time and for as many hard feelings as there are between us, I don't think that's changed, and maybe that's the only real reason I'm still mad at her. I don't know."

"Um, did she catch up with you after the meeting?"

"I brushed her off. I wasn't in any shape to deal with her then, and I don't know if I ever will be. To be honest... I want us to be together again, but I just don't know if I can ever forgive her."

Auntie Kathleen was becoming depressed again, I could tell by her tone, but more so when she returned with our drinks. I took the one she handed, but she didn't join me, instead walked out to her balcony without a word. I rose from the couch and followed to find her standing at the railing with a frown that in no way took away from her beauty.

"Do you remember when we were talking about how we compared to her?" I asked in the warm, early evening heat.

"Yes."

"Well... during that first family meeting, when me and Sheila were in the chair, necking and stuff... and after some stuff that's happened... Well, there we were, really connecting in that way and I knew that nobody would ever understand me the way she would. In fact, I think she does already. What's more, I'm coming to understand her. I'm... her daughter."

Auntie turned to look at me with a raised brow, her smile now wry as she said, "So, I guess you can understand where I'm coming from."

"Unfortunately, it appears that we're both influenced by the Sheila effect."

She chuckled at this and I joined her. After that we stared into each other's eyes and made a different kind of love for what might have been five seconds, or five minutes, but we ended up in each other's arms afterward. She bent a little and I went to my tippy-toes for an open mouthed kiss, licking each other's lips afterwards while I got turned on even further.