The Other Child Ch. 01

"Thank you very much Maria, but I don't' want you to get in trouble," I cautioned her.

"Eh, my oldest daughter's husband's cousin came by last year to update the security and he showed me how to reset the system and check all the codes -- including how to enter a new code and determine its access rating," Maria got ready to head out.

"I repeat;" I said happily, "don't get into trouble on my behalf."

"Don't worry 'Duke'," Maria tapped me on the top of my head, "the only person who can legally do it is your Father, not a simple maid like me."

"I wouldn't know about maids," I kept chuckling, "I played with some boys whose mom's and sisters were maids but they never talked about it. They seemed to be happy to have their days off."

"Day?" Maria laughed. "You know maids. We get a day a week if we are lucky. What did your mother do?"

"She went to school with Dad but she went into Botany," I informed her. "She would go check moisture levels, air quality and sun exposure for small and medium-sized florists so that the flowers would grow full and beautifully."

"That sounds like honest work," Maria remarked in a way that implied that what Dad did, and whatever Zuiko did, if anything, wasn't so honest or even work. Sure enough, she returned to the Main house, I wolfed down my food and went she came back for my tray and gave me the numbers of my code. I slipped out and tested the two doors I needed then crept back home and went to sleep.

Morning Workout and Evening Roughhousing

The resistance machines were in such a stage of disuse that I feared they would be unusable. I checked the wires and resistance devices and with a little TLC I had them up and running in good time. I had built up a good sweat, taken off my tank top, dried off and built up a new layer of sweat.

Zuiko was half way to her exercise bike before she saw me.

"What are you doing here?" she squawked.

"It is the exercise room -- so I'm exercising -- Mom," I tried to keep things cool.

"Get out; you aren't supposed to be here," Zuiko snapped. "I didn't give you permission to leave the pool house."

"I don't need your permission, Mom," I said evenly. "Dad gave me free run of the property. Call him if you like or simply read the Custodial Agreement he signed." Zuiko huffed then turned and stormed out. That night she had a conniption when I enjoyed eating at the dinner table with her and Scout. Zuiko tried to drag Scout away from the table but she refused to leave.

At 9pm two policemen showed up and we four had a talk. I showed them the paper, Zuiko called Dad to have me tossed but -- surprise, surprise -- he didn't pick up or return her numerous messages. What tiny flicker of respect I had for my Father evaporated. All Dad would really have had to do was call his lawyer and I knew they would be rich enough to screw me royally. Maria got the officers some coffee and they left slightly annoyed with Zuiko.

The next day, Monday, we repeated the scene; I was there and she came in, screeched at me then stormed out. Tuesday she decided to outdo me and showed up very early. She beat me by fifteen minutes but was under the impression that 800 sq. ft. wasn't room enough for us both to work in.

"Good morning Mom," I greeted her as I strategically shed my shirt.

"I was here first," she pointed out. I nodded and headed to my first machine. She gave it a good ten minutes. "I was here first and you should leave," she came over to tell me.

"I'm comfortable working with you in the room," I tried not to tease. "If you feel uncomfortable for some reason..."

"You are a criminal in my lodgings under house arrest," Zuiko countered.

"We've been down this road before, Mom," I sighed patiently. "I was drunk in my car, my friends gathered up some weed and they got busted. Since it was my car, they had to charge me with some offense, so I ended up here."

"I know, I know and stop calling me Mom," she growled in frustration.

"What do you want me to call you?" I asked.

"Anything but Mom -- or Mother or Zuiko," she demanded.

"Fine, I'll call you Hotness," I grinned.

"You will not!" she shouted angrily.

"Sorry, but you said 'anything'," I reminded her.

"You will not call me that, here or in public," she demanded anew.

"My next series of repetitions are with bench press," I told her as I started moving to the next machine. She put a hand on my chest to stop me so I gave her a few seconds to rub my sweat beneath her fingertips. Zuiko lost herself as my warmth ran up her fingers which was a reaction I was totally unprepared for. I only wanted her to acknowledge that I had a place here.

I put my hands on her hips and she grew terribly still but this was not going sexual. She was the same annoying bitch and I had to live there for 20 months with her and her child. I picked Hotness up, she gasped then I turned 90 degrees and put her back down.

"Hey!" she exhaled.

"You were in my way," I informed her as I grabbed my towel and moved past her. She studied my back until I lay down and began the next stage of my workout. She eventually got back to whatever wacky routine she had. I couldn't tell what she intended with her exercises and I was not going to antagonize her any further by trying to help.

It is a little past three when Cybil/Scout came back from a hard day at school. Normally I could barely hear anything at the front door from the 'entertainment' room of Dad's mansion. This one room was nearly the size of my childhood home. It was bigger than the apartment my Mom and I ended up in when she was ill and this sofa was bigger than my bed.

"Duke?" Scout shouted.

"I'm watching TV," I replied then realized that half the rooms in this house had TVs. "Back of the house - by the pool," I clarified. Only when she got close did I realize that she'd brought a friend. I quickly took my foot off the futon and scanned around for something to cover my ankle monitor with. I had no such luck.

"Hey Daniel," Scout greeted me, "This is my friend Jacye." What was it with rich people and those freaky names? J-C? Or was it Jacye? "Daniel goes by 'Duke'."

"Duke," Jacye stared at me like I was a tall glass of ice water offered up to her in the midst of a burning desert. "So you are a criminal. What did you do?" Well, that was rude. I had to think fast.

"I'm not supposed to talk about it," I said in a low gravelly voice.

"Cybil, could you get us something to drink -- I'd like a Bottled Water please," Jacye requested of her friend.

"I'll have a whiskey sour," I glanced over to Scout.

"Right," Scout teased me in response, "that is two waters and one chocolate shake."

"How old are you?" Jacye inquired.

"Nineteen," I confessed.

"Oh, you look...older, more mature," she observed as she settled close beside me on the sofa.

"Well," I emulated my namesake, "when you've broken a man and left him bleeding at your feet, it changes you inside." Jacye scooted closer to me.

"Really, what happened?" she insisted.

"You can't tell Cybil or her Mom -- they've been told a cover story," I held back until she acknowledged my code of secrecy, "but I had to shoot a man three times."

"Oh my God," she gasped and rubbed her hand over my thigh, "how did this happen?"

"I had a good friend and I was -- familiar -- with his sister," I said in a conspiratorial voice. "My friend owed some money to a drug dealer. This big-time drug dealer beat up my friend and took his sister as payment."

"Oh my God," she repeated with the definite bonus of rubbing a hand over then under the top band of my gym shorts. "What happened next?"

"I had to retrieve the girl, I knew the back way into the Drug Lord's hangout and I knew where he preferred to take the women he was going to force to fulfill his needs," I absolutely and totally embellished the lie.

"What happened?" she murmured with a sexual curiosity that was new and intriguing.

"She was nearly naked and handcuffed to the bed when I found her. He had stepped out for some reason so I started to pick the locks on her cuffs when the door opened and he came in," I dragged this farce out a bit longer. Didn't all low-lives like me know how to pick locks?

"Were you scared? Was he armed -- I mean, packing?" Jacye panted as her hand moved past the waistband and grabbed a solid handful of my cock.

"Yes, I was scared, and yes he was packing but I couldn't leave the girl to suffer at his hands so I rushed him," I looked intently into her eyes. Oh, come on, it isn't like poor people can't call the cops too. Apparently the idea of me being dumb enough to go after a known, armed drug dealer was giving her an endorphin rush from hell.

"He had his gun in his belt but I grabbed it same time he did. The gun went off, hitting his thigh. Rico, the drug dealer, was stronger and bigger than I was and he wrestled the gun up. I squeezed the trigger," and she began squeezing my trigger, "and a second and third shot went off."

"Oh God," Jacye moaned sensually. She gave up the pretense of actually listening, working my shorts down past my ankle monitor and totally off instead. "Were you hurt?"

"Umm -- no; the second shot went wide but the third hit him in the foot. He went down screaming and the gun went flying. I'd have done something worse to him, but his buddies were close by so I freed the girl and fled the scene," I groaned. "Your shorts are still on," I reminded her.

"Did she reward you for all the danger you faced?" she licked her lips while staring at my raging rod.

"Oh hell yeah," I growled, "I had blood all over me from that other guy, so she stripped me when we got back to her house and I was -- appreciating her, legs hooked over both elbows, when the cops broke in. I never got to cum -- it's been months now."

-

"Oh poor baby," she said as she started licking my assembly like it was one big fleshy lollipop.

"Yeah, I really wanted to hammer her into next week -- and you look a lot like her too," I grinned. I didn't know if she's bought any part of this but if this was her 'faking it' I couldn't wait to see her being sincere. She was proving to me that she was hardly an oral virgin when I started to think that Cybil should have been back by now.

I made a gentle half-turn of the head and caught sight of Cybil with three large glasses filled with a variety of things, hovering by the entrance to the room and watching us covertly. I got back to stroking Jacye's light blonde hair with black roots and a chic comb-over that looked kind of punk. It took me a few second for me to figure out that Cybil could see Jacye and vice versa.

"Hmmna mmph mmapah," it sounded like as she was impaling her mouth on my meat. Jacye pulled back up, her eyes watering. "I can't get it all in," she related with some wonderment. "I've never had one I couldn't swallow before."

"Uh, sorry," I apologized.

"Oh, don't be," she gulped hungrily. "I thought Scout was pulling my leg when she told us about you, but I owe her a big YGG for bringing me here today."

"YGG...'us'," I muttered. She shot me a very carnivorous grin as she started crawling up my body.

"YGG = you go girl; and 'us' as in our Art Study group which is only the eight of us girls who are studying the modern expression of body art," Jacye informed me.

"Are we worried about a condom," I put a break on our progress.

"Do you get blood tested in prison? Because I was clean at the last Red Cross blood drive," she informed me. My nod suggested that I did get tested when I was processed in jail and that I was clean.

"Don't worry, we are very discreet," she assured me even she's rubbing my cock through her fluid labia, letting me discover two piercings that decorated the entrance to her vagina, and then flickered her gaze toward Cybil at the same time.

"God, this is a Monster," she moaned wantonly. I'd heard that before but usually with more fear and respect. "I'm not sure...oh so big and firm," she exhaled as she relaxed her thighs and gravity helped me transfix her womb. I reached out and cupped each ass cheek to slow her progress.

"Take your shirt off," I directed Jacye. That was the polite way of saying 'show me your tits'.

Jacye clearly got that memo because she immediately started rolling up the bottom of her shirt. Her eyes weren't locked with mine; she was shooting Cybil a daring look with a smug smile on her face. She was challenging Scout to 'interrupt' us.

I was really happy she didn't because it really had been months since I entered a pussy, much less one this accommodating. Jacye made a great show of peeling her shirt over her head; let it 'trap' her arms over her heard and finally twirling it around. She was definitely playing to an audience that wasn't me.

"We are not going to piss Scout off, are we?" I requested of Jacye. Her eyes flashed down with a wicked cast.

"I don't think so but she's your sister; don't you know?" Jacye countered.

"I don't know," I sighed sadly. "She doesn't like me much. Maybe because we aren't really brother and sister she doesn't feel we need to be close."

The blonde started tantalizing her sports bra upward, languidly allowing her nicely fashioned breasts to bounce free and then lowered her left nipple toward my lips.

"Too bad, Scout is a really fun girl," Jacye waggled her breasts before me. "She must take your relationship very seriously to be giving you your space. She's normally rather saucy."

"Well, she's a sweet girl to her mother and the staff here, but that's the reason there is never going to a relationship between us; her mother hates me," I explained.

"Oh," Jacye pulled me into her breast. Before my vision was obscured I could see her eyes flicker above me -- she was looking at more than one person -- shit-tastic; Hotness was in the audience too.

I let her drop the last inch or so down my shaft which bought a grunt from her, and a sliver of space for me. I sucked her left nipple in between my lips and roll the pronounced tip between my teeth. This earned me a prolonged moan as well.

"Her Mother is a really nice woman," was Jacye's guttural response. I started to push her upwards with the assistance of her thighs flexing as well.

"Oh, she's a wonderful woman," I panted, "Do you promise -- not to -- tell anyone..."

"Sure," the blonde vixen lied convincingly, at least omitting the fact that my audience was listening in.

"If you promise you won't let a soul find out," I ground out as she gyrated on my rod. She nodded her affirmation of my goal to not be found out, "I call her Hotness when I don't think anyone else can hear."

"Oh -- oh -- oh -- oh, why is that?" she purred, temporarily shutting me up with a nipple.

"I -- I use that term because I can't decide who is hotter; mother or daughter. What do you think?" I teased between lip-smacking mouthfuls of puffy areola and nipple. We were also starting to make wet fleshy sound as she got up 2 or 3 inches of my shaft than splashed back down hard onto the top of my ball-sack.

There was a tight squeeze on the uppermost surge of my cock as it speared something deep inside Jacye.

"Ah -- ah -- ah -- ah -- ah, that's my -- cervix, damn it," she exulted. "You are breaking past my cervix; this has never happened before." Sadly, it had happened to me before. The cervix was a vice like opening at the top of the vagina and its purpose in life was to keep a baby's head in the uterus.

Crushing the life out of my cockhead was simply basic training for this bad girl and it was getting to work right about then. In my defense, I'd been nearly decapitated penetrating a cervix before so my cock recalled that it needed to stay strong and that if I massage the opening and the valve itself, I'd be okay and give a mind-blowing experience in the process. The object was to stay in control.

That wasn't made easy when after the first full stroke in, Jacye started having convulsions and shook like a leaf in a tornado. In the distance of my perceptions (about 15 feet at the moment), I was aware of a struggle to intervene kept in check by both parties desire to keep quiet. I just didn't know if it was Cybil holding back Zuiko, or Hotness holding back Scout.

I switched from her left nipple which was rather abused to her unmolested right. I took in the large blood-pink areola, twirled my tongue over the nipple and scrapped my teeth from the edge of the fleshy breast to the base of the nipple but I didn't bite; the mere threat propelled her over the crest again and again. My shooting warm, milky cum into her womb was one final kick toward her psychological oblivion; all by it temporary.

When she finally couldn't take anymore I relented, letting her body rest, its sticky sweatiness against my chest with her head resting on my shoulder.

"That was -- that was -- indescribable," Jacye panted thirty seconds later. "I don't normally...jump my friend's brothers." She struggled up so that she could see both me and the people at the doorway. "I'm not a slut."

"No, of course not," I really didn't care if she was a slut or not. I cared if she was hurting Scout, who has attempted to be nice to me. "I think you've been helping me keep Scout safe. I was getting so horny and she and her Mom both look so great. You most likely saved us all some awkward moments."

"Like at the pool?" Jacye teased, still hot, sweat and riding my shaft which wasn't playing nice and going down.

"Yes, like what happened at the pool; that was embarrassing," I groaned. "Hey, should Scout be back any second?" I made a show of trying to look over my shoulder at the doorway. Jacye strategically got her chest in the way so all I could do was hear the scurrying by the entrance.

"Help me get dressed," Jacye demanded playfully. I happily obliged and by the time my shorts were up, Jacye's bra and shirt were fixed and her pants were flying up her thighs, Cybil announced herself.

"Hey guys, sorry it took so long," she rounded the sofa, handed Jacye her water and then rounded the futon before giving me my somewhat melted shake. Finally she crashed next to me on the sofa opposite her blonde buddy.

"So, what did you two talk about?" Cybil teased as she sniffed the strong odor of sex in the air.

"Mostly about you," I embellished.

"We talked a little about the Art Group," Jacye remained more truthful. "Duke, do you have any tattoos?" I leaned forward enough so that I could pull off my shirt.

"None," I displayed. "I've never been sure what my first should be -- it has to be something important and life-changing, right?" I got two sets of bobbing heads agreeing with my suggestion but I also got a right hand from Jacye and a left from Scout massaging my shoulders, pectorals and abs that were still sticky and salty from the earlier episode of sexual exploitation.

There was a feminine cough from the door.

"It is good to see you again, Jacye," Zuiko announced her presence from the doorway. "I see you've met out house guest, Duke La Roche."

"Oh yes," Jacye licked her lips in an obvious play at sexual superiority -- she had just gotten some sex under the older woman's roof and Mrs. Zuiko La Roche clearly has not getting any. "Duke gave me a warm welcome."

"I'm sure he did," Zuiko got snippy. "Don't the two of you have homework to get to?"

"Mom, it is the start of the semester," Scout became petulant but I doubted she was going to win this one.

"All the better to get a leg up then," Zuiko snapped; "leave Duke to his pedantic pursuits."

"Come on," Jacye stood and motioned for Scout to come along. She offered me a hand. "It was nice -- really nice to meet you. Maybe we can get together later after..." she looked to my government issued jewelry.

"I'd like that Jacye; any friend of Cybil is a friend of mine," I looked to my 'step-sister', "she's special to me."

"Ah -- thank you Duke. I'll see you at dinner?" Scout asked.