The Novelist Pt. 05

Tom sent Alexis away. It felt unusual to have her leave, but this was a family matter now. She retired upstairs to his bedroom to take a long bath and wait for him.

"Mom," He said, "Jane needs you to help her."

"She does?" Marie asked surprised by this statement. Jane never needed her help in life, nor had she ever accepted it when Marie offered.

"I'm your son. You're her sister." He explained. "What we're doing together ... well... you can understand how it's hard for her to understand. I'm sorry for not telling you what happened between us yesterday. But... for everything to work out, she needs to feel like it's okay. I can't make her feel that way. You have to do it. So you need to tell me, is this okay with you? Will you help me?"

Surprisingly, it was difficult for Marie to come to terms with this thought. Of course, she knew that she wanted to help. She'd do anything for her son. She liked the idea of helping her sister and consoling her. It meant that she would have to watch him defile her though. It was the very reason she had felt so uneasy alone with Jane earlier. It was another incestuous act.

After a long silence, Marie looked up at him resigned to the truth of how she felt. "Of course, Sir."

Tom looked at her and caressed her cheek. "The last few days... I can only imagine the shock of finding out so many new things about me. You raised me well. It's important that you know that. Everything that's happened... it's a blessing. I have no regrets."

Marie gathered herself and headed for the foyer. She stopped in the doorway to living room and looked back at her son.

"I love you, Sir. No one will ever understand how much. Please, be gentle with her."

Tom smiled at her warmly and watched her disappear around the corner.

******

Marie stepped into the foyer and looked at the door. Her life was about to get even more complicated than it already had. She reached up and felt her collar. It still gave her confidence. She needed to tell her son that she loved him. It was important for him to hear it again. She hoped he understood the underlying meaning. She loved him as a son, a lover and a Dominant, and she trusted him more than any other person in her life. Part of her knew that he was right. She needed to do this next thing to preserve her relationship with her sister. It wasn't even preservation as much as a cement bond that meant that nothing could come between them.

She opened the door and saw her little sister sobbing on the porch. Marie was heartbroken seeing her so distraught. In some way, she was surprised at how juvenile she felt the last few days. She had so many thoughts and emotions that made her feel like a teenager again suffering the ups and downs of adolescence.

Jane looked up expecting to see the evil blonde woman preparing to berate her or dismiss her. When she saw her sister instead, her sobs worsened. Marie smiled at her and held out her arms in a silent gesture to come inside. Jane could barely get herself up, and then she walked through the door and fell into Marie's open arms.

The similarities to her own arrival at her son's house continued to affect Marie. She had been broken. She had needed comfort and guidance. It seemed that the lifestyle, and the dominant man that made her succumb to it, had done more than provide her with sexual satisfaction. She was feeling self-assured and confident and acutely aware of those around her. Marie felt whole in a way that she never had before.

"There, there." Marie whispered. "Why are you so sad? It's okay. It'll be okay."

Jane began to calm herself. Her sobs became sniffles. "I'm sorry, Marie. I'm so sorry."

"About what?" Marie asked as if nothing was wrong.

"About Tom!" She blathered. "I just don't understand..."

"Is that why you came back? For him?" Marie asked knowing the answer.

Jane nodded a reluctant yes. "What is wrong with me?" She sniffled.

"Nothing." Marie stated quietly. "I tried to tell you." Marie looked at her sister and wiped away some of her tears. "Listen to me, Jane. This pain... it's all in your head. There's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with wanting him. There's no reason to be sad. Go to him."

Marie took her hand and walked her back into the living room. Tom was still seated on the sofa. She pulled her sister toward him, and then she knelt down patting the floor next to her. Jane very tentatively knelt down. She felt uncomfortable and nervous in this position, and then she ever so slowly brought her eyes up to her nephew and met his gaze. Surprisingly, she found the most empathetic, warm look on his face.

Tom stood up in front of them, unbuttoned his pants and let them slip to the ground, and then sat back down. Jane gasped at the sight of him naked in front of her. It was still a surreal sight to see. Even yesterday, everything had happened so fast that she couldn't digest it. Now she sat next to her sister and looked at his solid, massive erection.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Marie said softly to Jane.

"I... I've never seen one so..." Jane fumbled over her words. She looked at her sister unable figure out what to say.

Marie smiled and then giggled a little.

"My son has a really big cock." She whispered. "Never thought I'd say that. Go on. Feel it."

Jane looked back at her for courage, and then she brought her hand up and wrapped it around his shaft. She gasped realizing her fingers couldn't encompass his girth. Marie leaned forward and licked his sack. She nodded at her sister, and then watched as Jane leaned forward and began to slide it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked it slowly rubbing her hand up and down his length. Marie continued to lap at his balls. Tom leaned back content and enjoyed the sensations.

After a few minutes, Tom stood back up. His erection wagged in their faces as they looked back at him. He reached down lifting his aunt to her feet. She still looked nervous and unsure. Tom very quietly and very slowly began to unbutton her blouse. He didn't rip it off like he had yesterday. He brought his hand up to the clasp on her bra and snapped it open. He felt Jane tense as the material slipped from her shoulder revealing her breasts. Then he brought down the zipper on the back of her slim business skirt. He gave it a slight tug over her wide hips and it fell to the floor leaving her naked.

Jane felt terribly exposed and conflicted in front of them. He was touching her so gently and her body reacted to his light touch as he reached around and massaged her breasts. It wasn't anything like yesterday. It was a kind and considerate touch. It felt electric. She couldn't believe it was happening, and she occasionally glanced down waiting for some type of objection from Marie. Tom sat down and pulled her forward straddling him on the couch. He sucked on her nipples.

"Mom," he said, "put my cock in her."

The words sounded all wrong to both women. Marie knew it was coming, though. She reached out grabbing onto his shaft as she watched her sister's ass hovering above it. She tentatively dragged the head of his cock across Jane's slit watching it moisten. She spit on the tip adding some lubrication and then lined him up with her hole. Marie grabbed her sister's hips and then pulled them down watching her little boy's thick cock disappear inside her only sibling. Jane let out a loud and approving groan as he stretched her open slowly. When he was fully seated inside her she looked back at him expectantly.

"What are you, Jane?" He asked.

"I'm... I'm a needy slut." She said finally accepting the truth.

"Sir." Marie whispered. "Call him Sir."

"I'm a needy slut, Sir." Jane repeated correcting the error.

Then she lifted herself up slightly and pressed back down on his cock. Oh yes, she thought as he filled her, she was a needy little slut alright. She rode him harder and harder getting lost in the pleasure. Her ass bounced and jiggled. She continued until she climaxed. Her breathing was shallow and labored as the intense sensations coursed through her. Tom grabbed her hips and guided them at the pace he desired driving himself inside her.

Tom hooked his arms under her upper thighs and stood up lifting her into the air. Jane stared wide eyed at the ease in which he could lift her body. She grabbed onto his biceps as he flipped her onto her back feeling the strength of his muscles. She had never been carried and moved about so effortlessly. She felt a powerful need for him to take her again and again. Tom looked at her laid out on the edge of the sofa spread wide. She caught a glimpse of his wry smile as he sized her up. It caused a flutter in her stomach.

Marie stared at her sister waiting for him to defile her again. It was incredibly hot to watch her son take a woman, but still there was something so wrong about this particular woman. As much as she wanted to be disgusted by the act, she couldn't find those feelings inside her. She wasn't sure what that meant.

Tom turned to his mother and pushed his cock into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily and then paused briefly realizing that the new taste on him was her sister.

"That's it, mom." He said confidently. "Clean off her cum."

Marie took him deep in her throat sucking him with her lips sealed tightly around his shaft. Then he took his cock and pounded it back into Jane's pussy. The entire act of controlling them together made him feel powerful. He pounded his aunt with every ounce of strength he could muster. It wasn't quite as hard or as mean as he fucked Fran on Thursday, but it was certainly harder than anything Jane had experienced. She came again. Her pants turned to loud moans. Tom kept her legs back making sure his cock slammed as deep as it could go. Her pussy squished as he attacked it.

"Ohohmygod. I can't... it's too deep..." She cried out.

Tom slowed for a second.

"No! Don't stop! Ohfuckkkkk."

Jane spasmed beneath him lost in throws of an orgasm. Her pussy tightened so hard that Tom couldn't hold out any longer, nor did he want to. He poured out inside her.

As if the sheer pleasure of her climax wasn't enough, she couldn't believe how it felt to have him cum inside her. It was different than yesterday. He had cum far more and much deeper. She could feel the heat of it hitting the sensitive walls of her pussy. She felt it oozing around his shaft as he continued to push himself inside her. It was a feeling that she didn't want to end. He pulled out slowly, and looked at her limp and helpless body. He lifted her torso and squeezed himself behind her. She leaned into his chest lost in the moment.

Tom wrapped his arms around hers and held her tightly. He didn't want her to move or to struggle, not that she tried to do either. He looked down at Marie.

"Clean her." He said flatly.

Marie stared back at him with pleading eyes. Sure, she had begun to enjoy performing oral on other women, but this was her sister. She didn't answer.

"My poor little slut." He said. "You can clean her, or you can choose the crop instead."

He watched her with cold eyes. She inched forward to her sister's untrimmed pussy. Marie stuck out her tongue and closed her eyes and then dragged it across her little sister's freshly fucked cunt.

Jane's eyes shot open. She looked down at Marie between her legs. "Oh no! no. no."

Tom held her tight and brought one hand to her mouth holding it shut.

"Not a word out of you. Just watch her clean that tight little pussy. Look at how obedient she's become."

Jane did watch with wide terrified eyes. Her sister's tongue was deft as it dipped inside her and licked up her labia and around her clit. She felt the cum dripping out of her, and she looked on as her sister lapped it up. It only took a moment for Marie to forget whose pussy she pleasuring. Jane tried to think of something else. Anything else. But Tom forced her to watch as her body betrayed her and she came on her sister's face.

Tom eased his grip and uncovered her mouth. He slid her from the couch back down to her knees. Jane couldn't help but stare at his cock.

"Everything is going to be just fine, Jane. You don't need to worry about being a slut anymore. Didn't I tell you that you'd feel better once you realized how you need to be treated?"

Jane didn't know what to think. She was still on a high from her orgasms. Tom leaned forward and gave her a tender kiss on the lips, and then he left them both kneeling on the floor without another word.

******

It was well past midnight. Angie tossed and turned in her bed. She was tired, but despite her best efforts, sleep would not come. She was still angry with John for showing up earlier. Maybe she was upset that, even though his accusations had been wrong, they hadn't been entirely wrong.

It was that man. It was that strange and confident man that plagued her thoughts. Angie might have slept with two other clients, but she'd never had a one night stand, nor had she ever slept with someone on a first date much less no date at all. Of the five men she had slept with, none had ever pleasured her the way that he had. She wondered how he got her to do such dirty things. She never considered herself to be that kind of girl. She liked sex, but he didn't have sex with her. He fucked her.

She kept thinking about his taunt. She thought about the sheer amazement when she pulled his towel off. Part of her wished that she had just covered him back up and went on with her massage. She had been overwhelmed by the size of him. Even thinking about it made her wet. She pushed her hand inside her loose fitting pajama pants and touched herself. He had filled her so completely.

It occurred to her that sex just might not be the same. She couldn't imagine John's average sized cock giving her the same pleasure. He usually came quickly anyway. But even if he didn't, she wouldn't have the same satisfaction of being stretched and filled. She needed it. She wondered if Tom was still in town, or if he had flown home. She wondered if he visited often. They hadn't discussed it.

Angie crawled out of the bed and shoved her small feet into her slippers padding down the hall to a side door. She unlatched the locks and stepped outside. There was a trash can pushed up against the side of the house. She lifted the dirty lid and pulled a few soggy items aside with two fingers trying her best not get her hands dirty. She reached in and removed a small folded piece of paper. She opened it up and saw his email address written on the inside. He had left it for her, but she had thrown it out in fear that John might see it and be suspicious. She had no other way to contact him. No number, not even a last name.

She went back into her bedroom and grabbed her laptop from her dresser before climbing back into bed. She lifted the lid and began to compose a note. She was frustrated trying to word it correctly. She didn't want to seem overeager. She didn't want to seem disinterested either, although she thought the fact that she was writing him at all was a testament to the fact she'd been thinking about him. It took her twenty minutes and quite a few rewordings. Then she hit send.

Angie was nervous, and wondered if it was a bad idea to reach out to him. She thought that it might have been better to wait a day or two longer. It was a moot point now. She laid back staring at the ceiling still unable to fall asleep. Then she reached into her nightstand drawer shuffling through some papers before she found her vibrator buried in the back. She pulled up her covers and twisted the end hearing the dull electronic buzz muffled by the sheets. She pressed it into her clit, and then she closed her eyes and thought about his wonderful cock filling her.

******

Tom quietly stepped into his bedroom. The light from the bathroom was still on illuminating the room in a faint glow. He looked and saw Alexis fast asleep. It occurred to him how tired she must have been lately. She was about to be in her second trimester, and the fatigue must have been difficult. He turned off the light, and climbed into bed alongside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and rested his head on the pillow holding her close to him. Within a minute he had drifted into a deep slumber.

******

Marie led her sister up the stairs toward her bedroom. Jane looked at her shyly. She hadn't said much since her last orgasm. She wasn't sure what to say. Part of her wanted to acknowledge it, and part of her wanted to pretend like it hadn't happened.

Jane fawned over the room. It was large and beautiful. She opened the French doors on the other side of the bed, and stepped out onto the large tiled patio. Everything, even the house, was still hard for her to digest.

"Marie." She finally said meekly. "What's going on here? I really don't understand."

Marie looked at her sister empathetically. She knew how she felt.

"This is his life." She said.

"The house? The writing?" She wasn't sure where her questions began.

"I had no idea either. Oh god, Jane. You should have seen me a few days ago. Showing up here all emotionally backward expecting to find my son struggling and hoping to stay for a couple days. This is what I found. You can imagine my surprise."

"How did you not know? How could nobody know?" Jane struggled to comprehend it.

"You have to understand that he's private. I'm serious, Jane. You can't say anything about his life to anyone. He's serious about that."

"But..." She asked. "Wouldn't he want people to know he's successful?"

"Alexis says that he doesn't much care for acknowledgement. She always tells me that he likes his life. He likes to write. He likes his home. He likes his women. Nothing else matters to him. Trust me, he's very particular."

Jane scowled at that name. "Alexis. What is her problem? Why is she so mean?"

"I don't know what you did to upset her." Marie said seriously. "But you better fix it. You don't understand. She's maybe the most important thing in his life. There isn't anything that happens here that she's not a part of. You don't want to be on bad terms with her."

"But I didn't do anything to her!" Jane whined.

"Have you ever been in a situation where you feel like everything is a test? Where every move you make is being watched and analyzed? I sort of felt like that when I first got here. Alexis started to explain the lifestyle to me. You know, dominance and submission and all that. It's fascinating and nerve wracking. If you didn't do anything then you're being tested, I think."

Marie was grasping the lifestyle better with every passing moment. She thought about Alexis displaying her in Stephen's shop, and thought that this spurt of dominance over her sister may have been intended for some larger lesson.

Jane thought about that for a moment. "Marie? Be honest with me, okay? What are you doing here? I mean really. Are you really doing this? You're going to be a sexual submissive to your son? I... I understand the attraction... and he seduced me too... but what now? You can't live this way."

Marie hadn't heard someone lay it out so plainly. It sounded like an entirely rational viewpoint. It took her a second to mull it over and seriously weigh out the options in her head. Then she looked up at her sister.

"Why can't I?"

"Why can't you?!" Jane exclaimed. "Because he's your son, for one. Because what happens in a week, a month, a year? What happens when he doesn't want you anymore? What about your life back in Saratoga?"

"My life in Saratoga is gone. I don't want it back. I don't want John. I want Sir. Jane, I hadn't sex in so long I couldn't even remember the last time. And now, I've had more sex in the last few days than I have in the last few years. It's not just that either. I like it here. Alexis makes me happy. Sir makes me happy. The other girls make me happy. Why can't I have this life with the rest of them? I'll take it for as long as he keeps me here."