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 Mark's Fate

   by Citizen

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of any kind.  However, imagining illegal sex acts of any kind is fine by
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   Chapter 1 of ?

   No matter how you slice it, I'm fucked.  Sure, I just made partner at my
lawfirm last year, and I'll make almost seven figures this year.  But it
doesn't matter.  My wife has cheated on me with the pool boy, the gardener,
and her personal trainer...and those are only the ones I know of.  But
she'll still get half because she has dirt on me.  Fucking kiddy porn.  I
knew it'd be my downfall, but I kept doing it.  I thought I covered my
tracks pretty well, but she caught me anyway.  "You're going to file for
divorce," she told me.  "I'll get the house and half of everything you ever
make.  You won't fight it."

   My brother Rob told me not to marry her; she was just a trophy.  He
never made a lot of money, but he had it right.  I thought I knew it all,
but he had always known better.  If he was here, he'd say, "I told you so,
you little geek." I miss that.  I miss the old fucker.

   Rob was about thirteen years older than me, and about the closest thing
to a father that i had.  He was twenty when Mom died.  He dropped out of
college to take a construction job, and take care of me.  He was a bit of a
perv.  He was always looking at teenaged girls and saying how he'd like to
get some of that.  I guess that's where I picked it up.

   As I grew up, Rob's tastes seem to grow up too.  By the time I was in
college, Rob was into college girls, and he got plenty of them.  We moved
close to campus and there was a party at our house every night.  Rob made
sure that I didn't get too distracted, though.  While he was bedding my
classmates, I was sent to study at the library.

   That's where I met Laura.  I was twenty.  She was only sixteen, but she
was a freshman in college.  She was such a nerd!  But we became fast
friends.  I loved her, but because she was only a kid, I kept my distance;
we stayed "just friends".  I wound up dating my destiny: Susan, a spoiled
rich girl, heir to the biggest law firm in the state.  Laura wound up
dating Rob.  Yes, Rob, my brother.  They got together and she got pregnant.
I was pissed, but Rob said he'd do the right thing.  They got married. 
They had kids.

   I, on the other hand, was on the fast track to being a high-powered
attorney.  Susan and I got engaged, and I went to Law school.  Susan and I
got married, and I made Junior Partner.  Susan hired party planners and
decorators while I worked my ass off to make partner.  I had very little
contact with Rob and Laura until Rob developed cancer from some chemical he
was exposed to at work.  My firm filed a class action lawsuit against the
manufacturer.  We wound up settling and the firm made a lot of money.  Rob
made enough to pay off his house, but it was little consolation.  He died a
few months later, leaving his wife and their three daughters to fend for
themselves.

   Rob had no life insurance.  Laura hadn't finished college, and had never
worked a day in her life.  But she managed to get a job at an espresso
stand.  It didn't pay well, and she still had trouble making ends meet.  I
offered to help her out by covering expenses while she went to school. 
When she finished, she'd be able to get a decent paying job and free me of
the burden.  There was still a chemistry between us, but we kept our
distance.  In any case, she was grateful to me for helping her out.

   Susan, on the other hand, did nothing but bitch about it for two years,
up until she kicked me out.  I was lost and I wanted to cry to my mom or to
Rob, but of course, they were both gone.  I just drove around until I found
myself at Rob & Laura's house...well, just Laura's house now.  I hadn't
even seen them since the funeral.

   It was 10:30 on a Wednesday night.  I composed myself as best i could
and rang the bell.  It took a while, but through the thin curtain, I saw a
shapely silhouette coming down the stairs.  My mind went back to college,
and the memory of Laura at 16, of her awkward beauty.  The face in my
memory, minus the awkwardness, was suddently peeking out the window.  It
had to be Stephanie, my oldest neice...she must be about 16 now.  She
opened the door a crack.  The chain was still attached.  "Uncle Mark, what
are you doing here?" she asked.

   "Is your mom here?"

   "No, she's at a study group with some of her classmates."

   "When will she be back?"

   "I think about eleven or twelve.  What's wrong?"

   "I left Susan.  I just needed somebody to talk to."

   "Oh, Uncle Mark.  I'm sorry.  Why don't you come in and wait?"

   "Okay.  Thanks."

   She opened the door and I stepped inside.  "Come into the kitchen.  I'll
get you something to drink." she said.  As she led the way, I could see she
was in a thin nightgown that wasn't meant to be sexy, but was sexy as hell
on her.  We made our way into the kitchen.  "Sit down," she said, vaguely
indicating the table.  "Can I get you some tea?"

   "Please."

   They had one of those instant hot water taps so she had the tea brewing
in front of me almost before I had settled into my chair.  She sat down
with her own cup kitty corner from me and put her hand on my shoulder.  I
smiled halfheartedly as her deep blue eyes looked with pity into mine. 
"What happened?  Was she not, you know, taking care of you?"

   Okay, that's a little awkward from such a young girl.  I couldn't help
but raise an eyebrow, but I decided to just go along with it.  "Uh, hehe,
yeah that might have helped, but no, that wasn't the reason.  I'll tell you
one thing...I'm sick of her bitching to me about money when she won't even
lift a finger.  Hell, we have a maid for Christ's sake, and a gardener."

   "I thought you made plenty of money at your job."

   "Not enough for her.  She wanted a new Beamer, and I told her no way."

   "But she already has a new Beamer."

   "No, it's two years old."

   "God, what a bitch."

   "Yeah, but she'll get it now.  The truth is, she's been upset for the
last two years since your dad died.  She doesn't like the fact that I pay
for your mom to go to school."

   "Oh.  So this is all because of us?"

   "It's not your fault.  I promised your dad I'd take care of you...all of
you."

   She reached over and touched my leg.  "You're a good man.  She's a
fool."

   "I guess."

   Her lips curled in a wry smile.  "Believe me, if you were my man, I'd
take GOOD care of you."

   I was just beginning to digest the implications of THAT statement when
we heard the garage door open.  Seconds later, Laura walked into the
kitchen.  "Mark!  What are you doing here?"

   "I left Susan.  I just needed somebody to talk to."

   Steph excused herself and went to bed.  Laura and I talked for an hour.
I shed a few tears, mostly because I was sorry I was so absent in their
lives until I needed something.  She hugged me and consoled me, and said it
was okay, that there was still time to make up for the past.  I looked into
her eyes and knew that she was talking about more than just the last two
years.

   Finally, she said she needed to get some sleep.  "The sofa in the den
pulls out," she told me.  "It's yours for as long as you like."

   "Thank you, Laura," I said, still teary-eyed.

   "Don't worry," she said, placing her hand on my cheek.  "While you're
sleeping tonight, all the pain and tension of today will melt away, and in
the morning, things will look a whole lot better."

   "Ever the optimist.  Thanks.  I hope you're right."

   She gave me a wink as she headed up the stairs.  "Trust me."

   Ten minutes later I was asleep in the den.

   I was having such a good dream.  I was getting the best blow job of my
life.  First it was Susan, but that wasn't right.  She was far too selfish
for that.  Susan turned into Laura and I was in heaven.  Suddenly Laura
stopped and looked up at me, and said in Stephanie's voice, "I told you I'd
take good care of you, Uncle Mark." Then Steph went back to sucking my
dick. It felt so real, I was about to blow my load.  Oh God.  Oh shit. 
Oooh.  I was cumming.  I became aware of the bed.  It was dark.  I was in
Laura's den.  There was a hand gently massaging my balls and a mouth
milking the last drops out of my cock.  I tried to see who it was, but as
the mouth pulled away from my cock with a final "pop", my head fell back on
my pillow.  I was aware of somebody leaving the room.  My head was
swimming, floating in and out of conciousness.  In my head, I heard Laura
saying, "While you're sleeping tonight...."

   I woke up the next morning not entirely sure if I had dreamt it, but I
thought that Laura had come into the den and given me a BJ in the middle of
the night.  I recalled my brother saying how "You gotta marry somebody that
lives to please you.  Laura swallows my load with a smile on her face just
because she knows I like it." Once again, I found myself wishing I'd
followed his advice.

   I went into the kitchen with a smile on my face and a spring in my step.
My three neices were at the table and Laura was cooking some eggs or
something.  The two younger girls, Karen (who was maybe 7), and Lisa (who
was maybe 12), greeted me with big hugs.  "Well, you look good this
morning," Laura said.  "I told you things would look better." "Yeah, thanks
to you." I said.

   "Oh, it was my pleasure," She said with a slight smile on her face.

   "...with a smile on her face," I heard my brother saying.

   I took my time eating and visiting with Laura and the girls.  The girls
were so cute and sweet, I thought how I could get used to this.  Finally,
though, I was pushing into my commute time.  "I'm not sure how traffic's
going to be from here, so I'd better head out."

   "See you tonight?" Laura asked.

   "Sure thing." I said, beaming at her.

   "Can you drop me off at school, Uncle Mark?" Steph asked.

   "Sure," I replied, and we headed out the door.

   ----------------

   "So, did Susan ever let you cum in her mouth?" Steph asked suddenly.

   "Excuse me?" I said, wondering where that came from.

   "Did you like your blow job last night?"

   Now I was REALLY confused.  "What do you know about that?"

   "Well, who'd you think it was?"

   "It was you?"

   "I told you I'd take good care of you, Uncle Mark."

   "It WAS you."

   "Did you like it?  It sure tasted like you did."

   "Steph, how could you?  You're only 16 for Christ's sake.  If your mom
found out I don't even know..."

   "15...and a half.  Don't worry she won't catch us.  She takes sleeping
pills.  Take a left."

   "You're damn right she won't catch us because you aren't doing it
again."

   "Try to stop me." she said with a big grin.

   "I'm going to a hotel tonight."

   "No you're not."

   "Yes I am."

   "Then I'll tell mom how you came into my room last night.  Turn here."

   "You wouldn't."

   "How you were came on to me in the kitchen last night, and I was so
flattered, since I had a crush on you for a long time, and it made me
happy, and then you started groping me, and it was so exciting and scary,
but then you came up to my room last night and..." she burst out in tears.
It was such an unbelievable performance, I almost felt sorry for her, but
then she stopped just as if it had never happened.  "Plus, I saved a little
bit of your cum in case I need to put a little evidence on my sheets."

   Twice in 24 hours, I was trapped by a woman.  I pulled up to her school
in stunned silence.

   "Don't look so glum.  You're going to enjoy it.  See you tonight!" she
said, getting out of the car.

   As I watched her walk away, I couldn't help but look at her fine, tight
little ass, and wonder how far she'd go.  Would I be fucking a fine piece
of teenage ass in the near future?  I wasn't sure, but something in my
pants sure hoped so.
   (Mf oral)