Sera Ch. 20

"I've been thinking about everything you said, all the stuff you told me about who I am and what's realistic for me. About Langley and stuff. And I've been thinking about what's inside of me..."

"Okay," she returned.

" ... I don't want to sound ignorant or presumptuous, but I've taken it from your words that you consider this property and all the money and stuff as much ours as it is yours."

"True," she easily and openly agreed. "It's all in my name because I was the only one for Grammie to leave it to, but it's all of ours. I was actually going to get further into that at a future family meeting, as destructive as they seem to be."

"No, I like your family meetings, Auntie."

"That's nice to hear," she imparted with true thankfulness in her tone. "I'm really trying to get everyone on the same page, but do go on."

"Well... you know your garage?"

"My- where the Limo is?"

"No, the um, the other one out back with the tower on the end."

"Oh, you mean the service shed. Okay, what about it?"

"Well... there's this old car in there. Actually, I googled and it's a nineteen-fifty Dodge Wayfarer coupe."

"Ah yes, Grammie's car. She rarely ever used it, but what of it?"

"Well... can I have that?"

Auntie blinked as though she wouldn't have expected this. After a brief pause, she replied, "Of course you can have it."

"Um..."

" ... Okay, what else?" she asked with curious humour.

"Well... uh, can I also have the, um.... garage itself?"

"Absolutely, you can."

"And... I think I'm gonna need some stuff..."

"Yes, okay," she allowed, her curiosity giving way to a wide smile.

"Auntie," I sighed before explaining, "I'm not even going back for anything. Not even my car. Daddy got it for me and... well... Uh, Daddy and I love each other in... every way. If you know what I mean, so it's not just Gina that I... that I lost."

"I suspected as much," she softly informed.

" ... You did?"

"I found it odd that my investigators never once noticed this boyfriend you spoke of, and the fact that you never mention your father, a man whom I know you have much respect for, kinda made me wonder."

"Um... you don't think I'm a disgusting, incestuous degenerate?"

"No, Kitten," Auntie assured with that smile. "I love you. To me, you and everything you do is perfect."

I sat there, looking into her eyes while both she and her words soaked in.

"I'll have to go back to talk to Daddy at some point, but..."

"I completely understand, sweetie pie. In the meantime, you'll have an account in your name with internet access along with debit and credit cards in your hands by the end of business hours today."

"Wow," I said, not being able to help but be impressed. "Thank you, Auntie. I promise I won't abuse it."

She seemed to think this was funny, smiling wider as she gave my knee a loving little squeeze before saying, "I promise you'll never regret staying here. I love you so much, and I'm so happy you've chosen to make this your permanent home. If you like, I'll get Delores on organizing any personal issues as well, such as ID transferals."

"That would probably be pretty good. I can't really think about all that stuff right now, and I wouldn't know the first place to start anyway."

"I understand, but don't worry your precious head over it," she advised with a wink. "Auntie's got it all under control."

The next day was spent a little more sober than the day before. I was still thinking about Gina, still crying off and on, mad as hell at other times, but my heavy vodka diet kept the worst of it away. More importantly, it allowed this other side of me, this parasite as Stevie called it, to be in control, a side that could see things clearer and better, a side that wouldn't allow me to curl up in a tear soaked ball and whimper myself to an eventual and pathetic death.

Auntie was as good as her word and, with my new financial backing and a list I'd made up the day before, I got on the phone. After placing some orders, I made my depressed, but distracted way to the new and improved laboratory, this one without space set aside for Gina's cauldron.

From Jack, I learned of the entrance with a dedicated road leading to the rear of the cinderblock garage that he and his underlings were busily vacating. He gave me a remote key, much the same thing as what people have clipped to their visor to operate a regular garage door, and then I went around the side of the heavy, cinderblock structure to take a look.

I followed the service road in the same clothes I wore the day before, my ball-breakers lightly scuffing the cobbles until I came to a high brick wall. I guessed this to be a property boundary as I approached an inward protrusion where two huge, steel gates separated our property from an outer area. It didn't seem likely that the little electronic box in the palm of my hand could affect the heavy barriers, but the gates parted, each half sliding back and inside the thick wall with barely a sound at the touch of my button. Beyond the huge breach was a courtyard, less remarkable but larger than the one out front, that exited to what looked like a secondary service lane shared by the rest of the gated community.

On the other side of the gates, out in the courtyard, a red, steel phone-box was mounted below a sign informing anyone concerned that all deliveries would be offloaded there in the yard, and that no unauthorized personnel were allowed beyond that point.

Not long after, I supervised the offloading of my lumber, insulation and drywall there, watching how Rob operated the forklift with it in mind that I'd probably be using it myself later on. The ensuing delivery of my compressor, welder, tire changer, car lift, complete tool kit, air tools, electric tools, hydraulic floor-jack, axle-stands, etcetera and etcetera was a lot more exciting. Rob left it all in the courtyard along with my construction materials as the small army that Lynette had redirected to my new lair hurriedly cleaned the dust and dirt out before all my stuff went in. Rob went to join them as Jack approached, wiping sweat from his brow, but smiling at me.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted your real work," I sincerely apologized, even managing a little smile for him.

I liked Jack, although I had to run to stop him just before he could start shoving my Dodge with the forklift a little earlier.

"Other work?"

"Yeah. Like the grounds and everything."

"No, Ms. Burchell, you're my work. What's important to you and your family always comes first, and there's not one single person who works here who doesn't understand and abide by that."

"Oh," I said simply, although somewhat turned on by this. "Um... I wanna suck your cock now, okay?"

"Of course, Ms. Burchell."

I know. I was shameless. Right in front of all the others, I went to my knees, got his cock out and stroked him hard, popping his delicious prick into my mouth afterward to suck like a whore until he came in my mouth with a subdued yell. I gratefully swallowed, caressing his thigh, pumping his rod to get all I could from it with my eyes closed, suckling from his member and wishing it was Stevie's.

Steven

Looking at Mum in her bikini, especially how she fiddled at the waistband of her bottoms shortly before she left, had gotten me quite turned on. Since everybody knew about us and since she now knew they did, I was tempted to jump her then and there, but that old habit of secrecy she'd spoken of stopped me.

Instead, I got back into the pool, doing a few laps while my erection persisted to the point of definitely needing some attention. Crawling into the inflatable lounger that floated in the pool, I looked around for Monique. I was already pretty smashed, but my parasite's ensuing control and ability to soak up even more alcohol made the idea of another drink alright. In addition, I intended to have the beautiful, dark skinned pool attendant suck me off while I enjoyed said drink, but none of that happened because it wasn't her that my searching eyes found standing at the edge of the pool.

It was my stunningly gorgeous and exotic Aunt Ashleigh. She stood with her hands on her hips, weight resting on one leg to accentuate one of those shapely hips quite nicely. Unfortunately, her expression wasn't quite as pretty as the face it rested on, reminding me quite a bit of her spy, Mrs. Toole's expression after, thanks to me, all life in her showcase aquarium had ceased. To put it simply, she looked a lot less than happy with me, and I had a pretty good idea as to why.

"God... dam you!" she suddenly, vehemently spat. "I don't even have to ask, I can see it in your shit disturbing face!"

With a raised brow and some affront in my tone, I asked, "Excuse me?"

She wore a long sleeved, thin red dress that laid over her curves like water and made her braless tits look as though they were about to fall right through the low necked, heart stopping garment that ended just below her knees. The dress was such that it was just as obvious that she wore no panties and this sexy older woman who looked nowhere near her age made it hard (no pun intended) to concentrate on my little act and not her hips and nipples. Yet again, I had to give her the highest points for style.

"You know what I'm talking about! You stuck your nose in where it didn't belong after I told you to mind your own business! You got rid of Gina! Didn't you!?"

She was really mad this time, so much so, that my attention was mostly, but finally drawn from her inviting and presently dangerous curves.

"Are you asking, or accusing?" I calmly inquired while adjusting my erection.

"Don't get smart with me!" she shouted, pointing her finger for effect. "You and I were supposed to be working together!"

I hopped off the floatation lounger and started making my way through four feet of water to the edge. She, getting off that wonderfully voluptuous hip, walked around to meet me where the loungers were, her anger threatening to escalate just for looking at me. As I reached the edge, my parasite didn't need much convincing from me to be careful from there on.

"You accuse me because I complained to you about how she was getting used a couple times," I pointed out.

"I accuse you because it's true!"

By now, I'm standing, dripping wet and she's right on me, those big tits actually touching my chest and I was wondering if she was going to try to beat me up, or what?

"If that were the case," I returned, you'd be hitting me with actual proof instead of shouted accusation and intimida-"

"If that weren't the case, you'd have denied it by now! But you didn't because you have too much fucking pride to deny it, don't you? Don't you!?"

Now she was practically screaming right in my face, following me when I tried to back off and finally grabbing my forearm to hold me still while she made a few points.

"You think you can flout me 'cause I'm not your fuckin mother!? Huh!? I'll slap you down so god damned fast and hard, you won't believe it! I'll turn you into a chimp for a FUCKIN MONTH!!!"

Okay, this was very bad. Not just because I could easily believe her capable of backing up her threat of mentally reducing me to one of the lower primates, but because of the sheer intensity of her rage. I didn't dare look her in the eyes now, rather her much safer forehead while she shook my arm menacingly, somewhat like Mum did to Sheila's when they were speaking in her foyer two nights before.

You see, I was taken aback by something at the time, this being the answer to a recent suspicion I'd had of her, or whoever it really was that called herself Ashleigh Burchell. It wasn't Ashleigh. There was no real Ashleigh, perhaps hadn't been for a long time and, even without daring to look her in the eyes, my parasite now instinctually knew this of her and this is where my fear came from, however short lived it was.

"Now, you TELL me what the fuck you did, you little ASSHOLE!! And if you say one more FUCKIN word that implies you're not responsible for this, I'll take your FUCKIN HEAD OFF!!!"

And that's when something I maybe should have expected happened. While, in a sense, this wasn't my aunt Ashleigh at all, neither was I that long lost woman's nephew. No, this was my mother's other son and he quite abruptly, as he usually does, made that known.

"GET OFF MEEE!!!" she raged after I'd spun her around and forced her face down on the lounger Mum had been using.

Her rage mushroomed into something like Grammie Marie's the day I fled Shoreline Residential. If I didn't have her held securely, she might have actually hurt me, or even herself in the mindless, but useless frenzy she unleashed against her restraint. The more useless she saw it to be, the angrier she got and the harder she struggled until I thought she was actually going to pass out with both the physical and emotional strain. In her own way, she made Kitten's attack on Gina look sane by comparison.

Fortunately, she tapped herself out before she had a heart attack or stroke, both her energy and rage fizzling somewhat quickly for all the intensity and duration I'd witnessed. When she was down to panting her dire guarantees of my horrible personal destruction, I began.

"Yes, I got rid of Gina," I calmly sneered from just behind the back of her head. "You're damned right I did, and you know why. My question is: Why didn't you do it? Why was I the one who had to save her from becoming the family plaything? You say you like her, and I'm sure you do, but I don't think you really know what that means anymore, do you?"

"Get... off... of meee!" she managed to seethe through her teeth.

Some breath and sanity had returned to her as she lay pinned beneath my knee with the side of her face pressed against the lounger. Her right eye rotated madly in its socket in an attempt to lock on mine while I focused on her diamond studded ear.

Mocking a bitchy, female voice, I repeated, "'You and I were supposed to be working together!' Pah! If you know the slightest thing about working together, I've yet to see any evidence of that. What you mean is that I was supposed to be your boy!"

"No!"

"Yes! From the very beginning, you've been strong arming me against my mother, making me involve myself with Kitten whether I wanted to or not, working behind my fuckin' back while keeping me in the dark all along! That's not working together, that's me working for you, and I don't work for other people unless I'm getting a damned good return, bitch!"

"I told you what your fuckin return would be! We'd get the family on the same page and look after your mother! Have you forgotten about her you little piggg!?"

"So you say," I quickly returned with a helpless glance at her ass, "but so far, that's yet to come about and your past methods don't instill confidence. What I'm telling you is that I don't fuckin trust you and I don't like being fucked around, especially not where Mum's concerned."

"I already told you about her!" she snapped, having regained yet more breath. "God dammit, you moron, I told you that nothing much could be done until-"

"Prove it."

"I will! I'm going to tell all of you everything, and I keep telling you that, you fuuuck!"

"Yeah, you keep telling me that. Don't I fuckin know how you keep telling me that but, today, I'm telling you: You don't want me to find out you've been lying about that, Auntie."

"You... How dare you threaten me!"

"No," I coldly refuted in her ear. "Don't make the mistake of thinking that way. This is not a threat. I've allowed you a lot of leeway for the sake of my mother, and if I find out you've been wasting my time, I'll kill you."

She had no answer for that. She knew I meant it, and a long moment of silence went by while I shared her astonishment at this, but I was far from done.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you," I cautioned as she fell silent, her eye trained vacantly on the pool as she listened. "I know more about you than you think. In fact, I even happen to know the real reason you're bothered about Mum killing Marie."

She'd given up trying to influence me at this point, but at this her eye rolled back up to my face as I went on speaking to her ear.

"Yeah... What bothers you about Mum doing what had to be done is that you never had the nerve to do it. You were scared of her. You said so yourself, and that's why you were so curious about how strong Mum is, and about her technique. Mum threatens you."

"No!"

"Bullshit! Even though you're older and stronger, even though you have the knowledge along with the complete control to apply it, you never would have dared what Mum did!"

"Fuck you!"

All that shit about Marie being your little Barbie buddy was just to cover your jealousy and grudging admira-"

"SHUT UUUUUUPPP!!!"

"- grudging admiration of what she did! And ya know what? Huh?"

"FUCK AAAAWWWFFFF!!!" she guessed in an earsplitting scream of fresh rage and a renewed lunge against my pressure.

"She thought nothing of it. Nothing! She waltzed right the fuck into that room and took care of the old freak like your staff takes out your garbage!"

Ashleigh's physical struggle was on again, along with her maniacal screaming and cursing, spittle flying from her mouth as her vicious, sparkling, bright black eye again searched out mine with frustrated failure. Yes, a very dangerous game I was playing, but a very necessary one. I showed Mum, and now it was time to show this one.

"And as far as Gina goes, you have nothing to say about that," I sneered. "Gina's life is her own, and I made sure it would stay that way. I have nothing to apologize for, no regrets and I'd do the same thing again if I had to. If you and your morals see it differently, then you can just go fuck off! And don't be bugging Mum about this, cause she had nothing to do with it!"

Regardless of her spitting, teeth gnashing fury, I jerked her to her feet and marched her for the pool. She knew what was coming, but could only struggle uselessly, screaming all the louder, her voice actually breaking as I sent her cart wheeling into the shallow end. As I left the pool area, I wondered if her spluttering, incoherent screams even coherent to her.