Some Kind of Tragedy Pt. 04

Every once in a while, he'd see people walk by the waiting room's window, heading down a hall to somewhere else, but the weird thing was, every single one of them would stop at least a few seconds and look at him in curiosity. He spotted Paul once, the years having been kind to the man who had originally kept him from going to prison. There were others too; a mouthwateringly gorgeous redhead on the arm of one of the ugliest men he'd ever seen, an old woman who still looked pretty luscious, despite what had to be many decades of life in her, a dark, petite, mature woman, though with fewer years than the one before, who looked like she was going to cry when she saw him. Even Diane once, surprisingly. At one point, he wasn't paying attention and caught the tail end of someone watching him. He didn't see her face, but she looked pissed when she walked away.

The weirdest one, though, was a man, maybe middle aged, maybe more, it was impossible to say. Big, his dark hair holding only a few grey strands at the temples, he was objectively a top specimen of the male sex. He actually opened the door and started to say something to Herbie, but shut his mouth and turned to go, leaving Herbie scratching his head in confusion. The man had seemed familiar, like he was on TV or something. Herbie let it go, though, as soon as the office itself finally opened to reveal his guides at last.

"Mini." Of course it was her. His, and Iola's, mysterious benefactor of years prior. The woman was still possessed of all her golden beauty, even nearly two decades later, and watched him with that same intelligence. That same knowing. She did smile though, which he couldn't help but return.

"Actually... you can call me Althea. Althea Tellus."

"Should'a known." Herbie grunted. "Well, not known exactly, but... it makes sense. Paul's help, your resources and info..."

The man with Althea just laughed. "Quick enough... eventually. I'll give you that little br... uh, man." When Herbie glared at him, he hurried on. "I'm Herman. Where Althea's here for advice, I'm here for access."

"Access to what?" His glare took in both of them now. "What the fuck's happening? Why is the Tellus family so goddamn interested in my problems? My fucking life?"

"Time for that later. Right now, you have one last job to do, and we're going to help." Mini... Althea... tilted her head, like she was studying him. "What did Eugene tell you exactly?"

"To wait for you. I waited. Now what?"

"Hmm. That's problematic." Althea tapped her chin in contemplation. "See, your task is a front. You're supposed to get rid of the three heads of our Uncle Hayden's security; mean bitches, each one, nearly joined at the hip. Then Herman and I will... well, have a talk with our dear uncle."

"...Okay?" Herbie didn't know what the caginess was all about. "You know what, never mind. I hate sitting around in one place. Let's get this done."

The man, Herman, grinned. "I knew I felt a kinship with you."

And that was how Herbie found himself, an hour later, in the sub-levels of the company headquarters, slobberingly making out like a teenager with the darkest, wildest, most striking woman he'd seen... with the exception of her two sisters. The three, Cerena, Beryl, and Ursula, were bitches, that much was true, but hot damn were they ever goers, and they were inseparable. It'd taken some effort to capture their affections; first a lot of charming while showing that he wasn't there for anything other than to have some fun with them, and that he'd heard of them and wanted to see if they met their reputations, then he basically had to put himself on display to impress the hell out of them. It worked.

As Cerena tongue-wrestled him, Beryl had made herself at home lapping at his balls, while Ursula did the same to his ass; all while in their work station that was at the entryway to the personal offices of their boss, Hayden. The sisters had divested themselves of their smart suits, revealing bodies honed to hardness, yet still possessing a lush femininity that made Herbie drool. The only thing each was wearing was a red choker, like collars around their necks, in a homage to some custom from where they'd grown up. It was fine by him, the contrast made him nearly as excited as that of his light skin against their brown.

Herbie, needing to move things forward, picked Cerena up easily and put her on a table nearby, laying her flat on her back. He stroked her bushy hair as he fed her his steel-hard cock, while the security head's two sisters wasted no time in sliding up on each side of her to begin massaging her smooth, chocolatey tits with lusty abandon.

As Herbie watched Cerena shove her tongue down Beryl's throat, while Ursula lapped at her clit while his cock slid deliciously in and out, he couldn't help but think that, eighteen years ago, this would have seemed sick and twisted to him. That was before he knocked up his niece that used to be his nephew... and his cousin's barely-legal daughter. Fuck, let's be honest, I'm sure I got a slew of little bastards running around out there. He didn't feel the least bit guilty about it either. In fact, his ardor flared, and he braced his hands on either side of his twitching partner's head so he could slam her harder. We're all on the doorstep to hell. Might as well enjoy it.

"Holy fuck... you are... ohhh... you... you..." Cerena gritted her teeth and arched her back, and Herbie took the opportunity to run his fingers up and down her spine while he rubbed his other thumb around her ear. It was a move he knew she'd appreciate. Finally coming down from her high, she panted helplessly, looking at one of her siblings. "Sister... you must partake..."

Ursula wasted no time, and got up on the table on all fours, wiggling her rear eagerly. "Bury that bone. Right now, you're the master." To demonstrate her housebreaking, she puckered her sphincter in clear invitation, one that Herbie didn't wait a second to use. As he plunged deep into her bowls, to Ursula's accompanying grunts and growls of satisfaction, Cerena and Beryl took up new positions, and the fun continued.

The four of them carried on so long and so thoroughly, that they were still going when Althea and Herman emerged from the depths of Hayden Tellus's office. The pair took one look at what was going on, smiled in amusement, and vacated with a whispered order for Herbie to come find them when he was done. It took another hour.

When Herbie returned to that same waiting room, he found more than just the two "guides" waiting. There was also Paul and Diane... whose name was Arlene, apparently. The four each looked like they were about to burst.

Herbie just sat down, took one look at the lot of them, and laughed. "Let me guess; this is where you tell me all about how you people have been sticking your fingers in my life for the last couple of decades. About how you've been... watching me. Prodding me. Being a bunch of rich dicks who—"

"This is where we tell you, finally, who you are..." Althea apparently was speaking for the rest of them. "...and why you're life became shit."

As perturbed as he was, Herbie couldn't help but appreciate the sight of the woman as she bent over a desk to go through a drawer. She was probably actually a couple years older than him, but she had the face and body of a sorority sister in her twenties. For that matter, they all seemed amazingly well preserved; with none looking anywhere close to their actual ages, from what he knew of them. He wasn't jealous though, he knew he was doing pretty good in that department himself.

After a minute, Althea found what she was looking for and handed him a file full of large, glossy photos... the subject of which he was infuriatingly familiar with.

"June." Herbie's vision swam as rage decades in the making bubbled up in him.

"Yes. Believe it or not... though I think you won't have a problem... she's the architect of your current tribulations. She's been prodding your cousin all this time, pulling his strings." Paul spoke now, though he sounded reluctant to do it. "And what's more, her real name is Helen."

"Helen... Tellus." Herbie groaned. He knew who she was. The world knew who she was. That he'd never recognized her was a testament to how focused he was on the particulars of what she did specifically to him. In his mind, she was June; the fucking bitch from hell. He watched the others in the room, wary. "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

"Because of what we found from in Uncle Hayden's pit of an office." Althea took the thread back up again, looking at him with sympathy for the first time, rather than curiosity. "You'll hate it, but she needs your help. We all do."

"Why the fuck would I—" Herbie began in a rage, but, amazingly, the four of them had tears in their eyes. Finally, Althea spoke.

"It's what kin does for each other... little brother."

Well... Shit.