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 Title: Leave Me Alone!  Pt.  02


Summary: More painting, a lot more sex, including girlfriend's family.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chapter 7 - A New Muse

   The alarm goes off early in the morning like it does every day.  I moan
and sit up.  Stacy does the same, it's cute.  She stands up and helps me
up. I walk to the washroom for a pee and shower and she is right behind me.
I pee and then strip so I can take a shower.  She has already removed her
panties and is adjusting the water temperature.  I walk in, she closes the
curtain, then joins me in the shower.

   I smell bacon cooking, that must be Lizzy.  Stacy cleans me efficiently
while I do my hair.  We finish in half the time.  Mom is naked, waiting for
us to finish.  We leave the water on, step out, and mom steps in.  Stacy
dries me off and then herself while I dress.

   Stacy is acting like a crazy butler or something.  Later we will figure
that out.  Lizzy drops a bagel in the toaster as she finishes the eggs. 
She sets out three plates of eggs and bacon with toast.  She butters the
bagel and stands by the door.  Mom grabs it as she is running out the door.

   I sit across the table from my sisters and they stare at me like they
are ready to giggle.  This is a bizarre day, I eat breakfast and leave for
school without a word.  I see Jane during the day but give no hints about
tonight.  She looks worried, my smile restores her confidence.

   +++++

   I meet Jane after her last class and we walk to my place.  It's about
4:00 PM, mom won't be home for a while.  We walk in and Stacy is cleaning
the floors while Lizzy is peeling and cutting vegetables for tonight's
dinner.  She has taken over the cooking and is serious about it.

   Jane and I sit on the couch.  Lizzy serves us glasses of water with ice.
She returns to cooking without saying a word.  Jane looks at me, I shrug my
shoulders.

   With an uncertain voice, "It's been weird around here the last few days.
Not necessarily in a bad way but different than normal." I change the
subject.  "So, any word on mom at work?"

   Jane looks defensive, "I only told the HR lady that I knew someone.  I
did not explain the relationship or say she was special.  I wanted her to
make her own name.  The first day one of the guys tried to put her in her
place and explain that he was the big cheese.  Your mother in a very calm
and professional manner explained that he was wrong and then spent twenty
minutes ripping the quality of his work.

   "Yesterday they had her review contracts and she found several
significant errors that will be embarrassing to fix but will be fixed to
protect our clients.  She is a very sharp lawyer, she will do well. 
Without your dad hampering her career, the sky is the limit."

   I make her sit on the couch while I put some paintings on easels for her
to review.

   I take the cover off the painting, "This is last night's model.  No
breasts and lots of muscles made it a challenge.  I think it's good.  My
family saw her leaving and pointed out that her face and hair didn't look
like this walking out." I unveil the next painting.  "This is from memory,
a more realistic pose."

   Jane lets out a gasp, "That is amazing.  I know that look.  I can feel
it now."

   I smile, "I am glad you said that because, ..." I unveil the last
picture.  "I painted you the correct way as well, so you can always
remember that feeling.  This is yours if you want it."

   Jane tears up, then lunges at me putting her arms around my neck and her
legs around my waist.  We share a soft, sensual kiss.  She melts in my
arms. Her head falls to my shoulder and she hugs me hard.  I hear Stacy and
Lizzy say "Awwwwww."

   Jane softly requests, "My parents have an anniversary coming up.  Would
you paint me with clothes?  Something special.  Something different. 
Something that will force them to hang it in their stuffy old house because
it's so irresistible."

   I reply, "I will do anything for you.  Any suggestions?"

   Jane, "I want you to be creative.  Expand your horizons.  You need to
appeal to an older group for this one ..." Then she adds, "...  and I need
clothes." She giggles.

   We discuss possibilities until mom shows up.

   Lizzy announces, "Dinner is ready."

   +++++

   After dinner, the dishes wait for later.  Mom and my sisters sit on the
couch.  Jane sits on my lap as I am in a chair across from my family.

   As expected, mom starts the questioning, "Jane, the other day you
claimed to love my son." Jane nods her head yes.  "Yet, you are pimping him
out to other women.  From what I saw, they are enjoying your generosity
enormously.  Why are you doing this?"

   Jan explains the facts, "Your son was inexperienced when I met him.  I
had even less experience.  I wanted him to learn to please a woman from a
variety of perspectives."

   Mom continues, "Did you have other motives?"

   Jane continues, "Yes.  His work is better after sex.  He captures things
in a unique way.  It's something that can help him improve his skills and
make him a better artist."

   Mom brings it home, "You're full of shit.  You do love him but your own
insecurities about your ability to perform are bullshit.  You have
everything he needs.  You have a brain, your body is almost perfect, and
you care more about him than yourself.  He doesn't need other women, he
needs you.  He is learning about sex from these girls.  You can teach him
something more important.  You can teach him about love.  Like he
experiments with painting to improve, he needs you to experiment with sex,
to make it better."

   Moms attitude changes now to a caring mother, "I understand how you
feel. I was the same way with my husband and it hurt our relationship.  I
ruined my son's childhood to the point he says, 'Leave Me Alone!' when we
needed him.  I don't want you making the same mistake.  You are special, I
see that.  You need to be his boyfriend for good and bad.  You need to
experience, explore, and expand the love you two have, not sharing it with
women lesser than you."

   Now, mom is shy, "If you are really concerned about the bedroom, I have
experienced an enormous variety of things I liked and hated.  I can guide
you in anything sexual and suggest enough new stuff to keep you going for
decades.  You are good enough, don't sell yourself short.  Don't sit at
home when you could be riding his cock.  Do you have a counter?"

   Jane is choked up, "He has so much talent.  I don't want to hold him
back.  He needs variety."

   Mom fires back, "There are four of us that will do anything for him. 
That is more than he needs as long as you're here."

   Now it really gets interesting as Jane reverses direction, "Why did you
fuck him?"

   Mom is completely blindsided.  She stares at me.  She is furious.

   I am amused and explain, "I am in love with this woman.  I don't think
it's good to lie to her, especially when I have sex with someone else."

   Mom shoots back, "That wasn't so much sex as it was allowing Mark to
take his anger out on me and hurt me.  It doesn't make us even, but I
needed to do something to make up for my past.  I know he won't hit me so
how else can I get him to hurt me and cause me pain?"

   Jane retorts, "Didn't you just lecture me on my insecurities and
humiliation.  I was hurting myself.  This story sounds familiar."

   My turn to speak, "I think it's my turn now.  You two are so similar
it's almost funny.  The point of this exercise isn't to point fingers and
make you feel even worse about yourselves.  I planned this.  I want both of
you to see your flaws, face them, and then move on.  Jane, you don't need
to share me, you can keep me for yourself.  Mom, you don't need to punish
yourself, dad did that enough already.  I demand that you two stop feeling
sorry for yourself.  Let's move forward in a constructive way.  If you can
do that, the benefits are out of this world.  If you can't, I won't be long
for this world.  I need you two.  I am a shy quiet loner.  You both give me
strength.  You both make me a better person."

   Now I distract them, "It's time to do something amazing.  I am going to
paint a painting for Jane's parent's anniversary.  She wanted something
special and I know what I want to do now."

   I have a corner studio.  On two of my walls, I have a 20 x 20-foot
window.  They both share a common corner edge.  Each window is really
sixteen smaller windows with a very small metal frame separating each pane
of glass.  From a distance, it looks almost like a single large window.  Up
close you can see that each pane catches the light slightly different.

   I give orders, "Lizzy, prepare a canvas, Stacy, prepare my paints.  Mom,
I want two kitchen chairs spaced a foot apart, centered, in front of that
window.  Jane wants to borrow that blue slinky dress you bought for work.
She will need bright red lipstick as well.  I will prepare Jane."

   I grab Jane and put her over my shoulder.  She bellows a happy scream as
I lift her and throw her on the bed.

   I say in my sexiest, deepest voice, "Tonight I graduate."

   I pull up her legs and remove shoes, socks, pants, and panties.  Her
legs are hanging off the side of the bed.  I part her legs and her head
goes back.  She is expecting me to enter her.  I don't, I get on my knees
and gently, softly, tenderly, use my lips to kiss and lick her pussy lips.
Almost immediately she orgasms.  I don't dare stop.  I continue tracing my
tongue around her flower, never leaving her skin.  When I do, I attack her
clit for a while.

   I am stronger than I should have been, she orgasmed again.  While she is
enjoying that, I roll her over and stick my nose in her crack and lick her
lips over to the brown star.  I massage the brown star with my tongue and
then run back to her lips.  Again, I flip her over and start a blindingly
fast attack on her pussy bringing yet another orgasm.  She is leaking like
a river.  She is breathing hard and getting frustrated because I won't let
up.

   I stop long enough to strip and then enter Jane.

   I yell out to mom, "I will need a fan in front of the windows on the
side and on the ground pointing up."

   I start fucking Jane slowly.  She still needs to adjust to my size and
we are not having a repeat of last night.  Not with Jane.  My hips are
doing the work, I am pushing in and out at a nice rate.  My family watches
me with mouths open.  I am fucking Jane in front of them and I am naked. 
They see my huge cock ramming into Jane and causing her to moan and grunt.
They are mesmerized at the length and thickness.

   Jane can't speak, her breathing is uneven.  Her eyes open, I see the
longing and desire in her eyes.  She is waiting for me.  I have been
holding back for her.  It has been agony, I can't leave her unfinished. 
The moment my first rope of cum hits her womb, she orgasms hard.  For the
first time, she screams out in excitement.  Then her body overwhelms her,
and she goes limp.  Eyes still open and a slow smile spreads across her
face.  Oh my, that is precious.

   While Jane is still unable to move, mom picks her up and applies
lipstick.  Together, we put the dress over her head as she regains control
and assists.  The dress is too big, but it works.  Lots of cleavage.

   I command, "Jane, I want you on the chairs, one foot on each chair,
hands on your hips, looking straight at me.  I want the fan moving her
dress and hair but softly.  You might have to point it partially away
rather than straight at her.  Last thing, I want your naughty girl look. 
You're dressed up but you have cum running down your legs because I just
fucked you, and now you are talking to your parents about a can of soup."

   90 minutes later and I have exactly what I want.  I removed the chairs,
so it looks like she is flying.  The city in the background is
breathtaking. Yet the star of the painting is obviously the woman on the
canvas.  She has a hint of naughty, nice, innocent, and mischief on her
face.

   Jane is in tears when she sees it.

   She hugs me and whispers in my ear, "It's exactly what I wanted.  Thank
you.  I will have it framed and wrapped and then present it at their
anniversary party we are attending."

   My mom and sisters think it is awesome as well and hug both Jane and me.

   Mom looks shy when she asks, "You have painted Jane, and you are going
to paint your sisters for your project.  I don't have anything of me.  I
certainly don't have the body of those three, I have twenty years on them.
I would like a portrait of just my head.  Feel free to hide the age lines."

   Lizzy starts preparing another canvas.

   I am still sitting in the chair trying to decide if I should do the
picture.  Do I follow my routine?  Has she earned it yet?  How will Jane
feel?

   Jane can see the emotions running through my mind, she makes the
decision for me.  Jane has a smile on her face as she gets up on the edge
of the bed and spreads her legs wide.

   Jane looks at mom, "Before he fucks you, there is a price to pay.  Come
over here and lick me to an orgasm or three."

   Mom's jaw drops to the floor.  I am positive she has been with other
women, dad would not pass on that opportunity.  Mom slithers over to Jane
with a finger pressed against her teeth.  She is debating or at least
making it look like she is.  I know better.  Mom kneels in front of Jane
and starts with the ice cream method.  Wide tongue lapping at her cunt.  I
never do that, its driving Jane wild.  She uses a finger to clamp the sides
of her clit and push up while sliding her fingers along the sides of her
clit.  Jane explodes.

   Mom keeps up the session with Jane but stands up and bends at the waist.
I assume this is my summoning.  I move in position.  My mom is munching my
girlfriend, yes, I am rock hard.  This time I slowly ease my way into mom
and I feel her relax.  She thought I was going to hurt her again.  Mom is
still working her way around Janes slit.  It's harder now with me
distracting her.  She seems determined to get her off again.

   I slow down, it's easier for mom to concentrate on Jane.  It's very
important to me that Jane gets lots of pleasure.  My sisters giggle at each
other and they sneak their way on to the bed.  Their clothes are still on
but that doesn't stop them from latching their lips onto one of Jane's
breasts.  I hear sucking sounds.  Mom is grunting now.  Jane is out of her
mind, she is thrashing on the bed before she goes limp.

   Mom motions for the girls to stop immediately.  Stacy gives Jane a kiss
on the lips before retreating to the couch again.  Mom is sweaty, her hair
is a mess, but she is loving this.  I am going as fast as I can.  It's only
moments more before I blast inside of mom which causes her to have a hard
orgasm.  She catches her breath and then holds it.  Only a little breath
escapes every moment she is like this.  Her legs collapse, and her arms are
like paper, no bones.

   Jane grabs a pillow and rolls on to her side.  She has no energy left,
her tank is empty.  Mom gets up with my help and makes it over to a chair
that we placed in front of a white wall.  She is more like a drunk,
stumbling as she tries to walk.  She plops herself down.  Her head is in
the back of the chair and looks close to being asleep.  Yet her eyes are
alive and active.  This is her pose and she freezes.

   I tell mom, "You have to keep your age lines.  You aren't 21.  Your
body, mind, and wisdom are all reflective of that.  A 43-year-old woman
with no age lines likes looks like a freak.  Nature is what it is.  You are
still good looking even with the lines.  It makes you more distinguished
and not like the little teenyboppers you are working with."

   "I am drawing you and trying to capture your essence and the way you
look right now which is divine.  There is a glow around you of ... 
happiness.  Something I have not seen before.  It looks good on you.  Thank
you for showing Jane a fantastic time, it seems evident that she enjoyed
it."

   A little over an hour later and I finish.  Mom is a challenge because of
her age.  The women I have been painting have been young with perfect skin.
Mom is older with age lines and uneven skin that has a pattern of age. 
Young women have soft moist skin.  It is just different.  Her eyes are
different than a young woman's.  She understands her place better and is
more comfortable with herself.  It is fascinating.

   Mom falls to tears looking at the picture.  Jane is up now and looking
at the picture.

   Jane admires the painting, "You sure have improved in the last year. 
This is the type of artwork that makes money.  The kind of money you can
raise a family on.  I need to go.  Since tomorrow is Saturday let's get my
painting framed and get you some clothes for Sunday when you meet my
parents.  I will even buy us lunch."

   +++++

   Saturday is a whirlwind of framing, wrapping, having people talk crazy
about my painting.  We go out to lunch before Jane buys me a suit, shirt,
dress shoes, and a real tie.  I couldn't get away with a clip-on.  I also
get my hair done at some fancy place.  She knew everyone there and showed
pics from her phone of my paintings.  The nudes got the rave reviews.

   Sunday, Jane wanted me to herself, I dress up at her place.  Shave,
shower, suit, and tie.  I am ready.  Two hours later and Jane comes out
with curls in her long hair and a long slinky dress showing off half of her
breasts.  I am instantly a wolf in heat which makes her quite happy.  A
stretch limo picks us up.  I am not drinking tonight, I skip the bubbly.  I
want to make sure I don't act like an ass.

   We arrive at a close intimate party of the family's 200 closest friends.
I glue myself to Jane and she introduces me to friends, family, and other
special people like politicians and business partners.  All in all,
everyone was very civil and treated me well even though I am just a lowly
starving artist.  Jane is very cordial to everyone and didn't seem to take
offense at their jabs at my profession.  Just the opposite, it seemed to
make her happier.

   The main reception ended at 4:00 PM.  The family stays for the dinner
and the presents portion of the night.  There are about fifty for dinner.
Bob, her dad, stands up and thanks us for showing up for the anniversary of
two old people.  I like him already.  But then he mentions that they are
all family, and nobody knows me.  So please John, just stand up in front of
50 strangers and tell them about yourself.  That isn't intimidating is it?

   Jane is furious at the pressure her father put on me.  I kiss her softly
on the lips, hold her hand to reassure her, and then stand up to address
the family.

   I clear my throat and then make sure I speak up loud and strong, so
everyone can hear me.  I am scared shitless, but I want to look good for
Jane and the belief she has had in me all along.

   I start with a thank you.  "Thank you all for inviting me to your lovely
home and getting a chance to meet everyone.  I hope there isn't a test at
the end where I have to match faces and names, there sure are a lot of
you." That got a laugh.  "I was born to a biker dad and lawyer mom.  My
family despised me.  I was only good for work.  I never had music, a
computer or TV growing up.  I only recently got a cell phone.  A few weeks
ago, a biker gang murdered my father and I am now hosting the family I hate
while trying to hide from a biker gang that wants to kill my mom and
sisters.  That's the realities of life."

   "But all is not lost in my life.  I have a beacon in my life, a ... 
friend, that believes in me.  She is beautiful and wise.  She has been my
best friend and shown me the light on many a dark night." I blush.  "I
didn't mean to say that she ..." They laugh at me.  "Ok, I have inserted my
foot deep enough.  Time to stop and say thank you again for allowing me to
help celebrate the anniversary of two wonderful people."

   I pick up my wine glass, "To Bob and Sally, may you have many more
nights like tonight.  Cheers!" Everyone toasts and says cheers.  I sit
down. A host of people start serving dinner.

   Jane has tears running down her face, she whispers in my ear, "I am so
sorry they did that to you.  I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
You, however, were awesome.  That was a magnificent speech.  You were
funny, real, sad, mad, that was awesome, everyone here will respect you
more for it.  I love you so much." She then gave me a good hard kiss on the
lips.

   Her parents notice the long steamy kiss and don't seem thrilled with me
breathing let along being with their daughter.  What a way to start with
the in-laws.

   I smile at her and she rubs her eyes clear.  Dinner is nice, lots of
talking and stories.  Several were at the expense of Jane who blushed quite
a bit.  We all gather in a large room with many couches.  Jane and I being
younger stand, so the old people can sit.  Her parents alternate opening
the presents and get all kinds of weird things.  Food, clothes, pottery,
etc.  The usual stuff for older rich people.

   Jane's mom spoke as our gift came up, "I saw this box and it intrigued
me enough that I kept it for last.  I know a framed picture when I see one.
I am intrigued to see if my daughter has clothes on or not." The crowd gave
a huge laugh.  "I have heard much fanfare about this young man.  Now it is
time to see if he has any real talent."

   Jane, not to be outdone says, "You need to stop by my apartment sometime
mom.  His painting of me is the most cherished item I own.  No pictures
though, I don't want to be on the internet." Then she gave her famous
smirking laugh.

   Her mom rips the paper off.  There is a tab on the box to unseal the box
easily.  She pulls the tab and one end of the box opens.  Her husband holds
the box as she pulls the painting out.  It is facing her, meaning we can't
see the painting.  Her mother instantly tears up, she holds back on crying.
Her father has a look of shock on his face with a mix of amazement.

   Jane walks up to them, "He painted that in his apartment.  Those windows
are just like that.  It took him only 90 minutes." I can see her mother
asking "How?" "I stood on two chairs which he removed on canvas.  It gave
me that flying look."

   Her mother asks, "What I meant is how did he get that look?  It's
perfect, it's exactly you."

   Jane blushes and pauses, wondering if she should say anything.  She
does.

   Jane spoke loudly, "He has an 8-inch monster in his pants.  He made love
to me for an hour and then painted me while naked." There is a collective
gasp in the room.  "You have to admit, nobody has ever painted or
photographed me so accurately.  I can't believe the emotions he caught in
my face."

   Her mother turns the painting around and there is an audible gasp again.
Then there are a hundred comments like "that's amazing, I want one like
that, incredible, stunning, I want to see her naked picture."

   I tell my story, "Growing up I had nothing, I used pencils to draw
anything and everything until I got good at it.  It was the only positive
thing in my life.  A teacher, an ex-girlfriend, and a principal back home
are funding me through college, so I could get away from home.  I like
painting and Jane seems to think I might have a future."

   Her mom says, "We need to talk later.  I would love to see more of your
work and might want one of my husband and myself."

   I reply, "It would be my honor."

   For the next two hours, I discuss painting and some of the work I have
done.

   Jane's dad pulls me aside and asks, "Who does your mother work for?"

   I big smile crosses my face, "You, sir.  Jane made a phone call to HR
and she started at the bottom with all the paralegals.  She wanted my mom
to earn everything she got which is why she never asked for favors and I
assume didn't tell you.  Last I heard she is reviewing contracts for you."

   Her dad looks amazed, "Valorie is your mom?"

   I add, "Her real name is Kim, the police set her up with a new identity
for safety."

   Her dad continues, "Jane has always been ...  different, rebellious, but
as you pointed out, wise beyond her years.  I haven't seen her this happy
in a long time.  I knew all she needed was a good fucking." I almost fall
over dead.  "Steady there my boy.  Just be nice to her and we will get
along great."

   I snidely ask, "Is a mere artist worthy of your daughter?"

   He is sharp and retorts, "A mere artist no, an artist such as yourself,
yes.  Besides, I can't control her, and she is going to do what she wants
anyways.  I fear I may be in the market for a building soon, for Jane to
sell works of art from around the world.  I have had worse investments."

   I sharply reply as well, "I hear she has her eye on a new artist and has
exclusive rights to his work.  She is sharp, it may end up being one of
your better investments." Her dad smiles large at that.

   Jane comes and takes me away, "My dad likes you.  You impressed him. 
That's not easily done so quickly.  The party is long past done, let's make
our escape.  I need to take you home and thank you properly for the
present, for the nice speech, and because I want your big cock.  Next
weekend is the art show, I need your homework by Thursday, so I can get it
framed.  I will stop by early Thursday night, have them ready to go."

   Chapter 8 - Finishing Homework

   I know when Jane said she wanted a picture of a student she wanted a
naked one.  I just can't show a naked picture of someone that did not give
me permission.  It is early afternoon, after my classes.  I head to a local
park that has a pond.  This is my park picture.  I sit on the ground and
look at the reflecting pond in front of me.  I paint an illusion.  Is the
foreground the pond reflecting the city or the real city?  There is one car
in the painting and it has a license plate.  The mirror image has the
letters backward.  It's the only way you can tell.

   There are two young children playing near their mother.  They are close
in age and facial features, one is a girl and one is a boy.  I paint their
likeness with half of the boy on the right side and half of the girl on the
left side.  With similar facial features, it is an interesting contrast. 
The face looks like the same person yet not quite.  Everything else is far
different.  That is my student picture.

   I go home, and dinner is ready for me, we eat immediately.  They marvel
at my pictures.  As we finish Lizzy prepares two more canvases and Stacy
preps my paints.  I guess I am painting tonight.

   Lizzy says, "I always wanted you to paint me on the edge of the bed.  I
am on my stomach and my two arms holding my head in an inverted V.  My
fingers are interlaced under my chin."

   Lizzy starts to undress.

   I tell Lizzy, "You don't have to undress, I can just paint you."

   Lizzy looks at me differently now like she is hurt and says, "You paint
better after sex.  Even if you don't need this to paint me, I NEED this to
quench MY needs.  Get your ass up here and fuck me like you mean it.  You
are going to be rough with me and spank me.  You can do anything you want
me to and any hole is open for your use."

   Is this really my shy sister?  Where the hell did this come from?  She
is naked and up on the bed in doggie position.  I shed my clothes quickly
and mount my sister.  I do like to eat pussy, but she isn't in the mood. 
She wants me to treat her like mom but that isn't going down.  I won't hurt
her like that.  Not now, not ever.

   It takes some time to slide into her.  She is wet, that helps.  There is
fire and lust in her eyes.  She doesn't want teasing.  I slowly push into
my cute sister.  She lets out a groan of satisfaction.

   Lizzy screams out, "Too fucking long.  I need this bad."

   My sister has had an active sex life, she takes me in easily.  Who would
have guessed?  I start my thrusting in and backing out motion over and
over. I slap her ass hard.  She growls like a lion.  I start thrusting
harder.  Lizzy is sweating and pushing back in time with me, I slap her ass
harder.  She is loving this.

   Lizzy is able to talk, "Oh my, that feels wonderful.  So much better
than my dildos.  I love the flexibility as it adapts to me and winds it's
way up into my lungs.  Damn, that thing is huge.  Not the longest I have
seen but the biggest when you add length plus girth.  It almost feels like
a Coke can going into me.  I ...  am ...  getting ...  close.  Speed ... 
up!"

   Lizzy is grunting with each thrust into her hole.  Her body is shaking.
I slap her ass twice more and she hits the moon like a rocket.  She lets
out a yell that hits eight different notes.  Amazingly she never passes
out, she is high as a kite, a wound-up top that is ready to be set free. 
She uses the washroom to flush my cum out and then gets dressed in a pretty
yet simple sundress.  It shows off her curves and breasts although she
doesn't show anything.  She is just inside the line of decency.

   She sits on the tile floor and pulls her legs up to her body, so she can
wrap her arms around them.  She then looks up at me with the most adorable
and innocent look on her face.  I take just 45 minutes to capture her and
it is perfect.  I half want to keep this one myself.  In the dictionary,
this picture is next to the word innocence.  The picture is that perfect.

   Meanwhile, Stacy is on the bed, naked, knees bent, and legs spread.  She
looks recently shaved.  This is going to be fun.  Like a leopard stalking
its prey, I slink up to the bed and then slowly crawl up to my sister.  I
try mom's ice cream cone method and like mom, my victim came almost
immediately.  She is extremely excited.  I give her a few seconds before I
try my techniques.  I use a much narrower tongue and less stiffness to lick
the inside and outside of her pussy lips.  I lick from her rectum to her
clit.  Back and forth, I lick her lips.

   Expectedly, she orgasms again.  Her legs are down now, she can't hold
them up.  I go in deeper and brush her clit with my palm.  She is on fire.
Stacy's tits are rounder and stick out like fake ones.  I start mauling
them and tweaking her nipples.  She is mewing like a baby kitten.  She is
bucking up and down on the bed.  All the signs of a massive orgasm, if I am
right.  She is fighting her inevitable orgasm, it's a losing battle.  I
slurp louder, and she explodes with energy.  She throws me to the side and
her body shakes for a minute before calming down.  She lays motionless for
a few minutes.

   As she lay motionless, I start thrusting into her tight tunnel.  She is
the best fuck of the four women in my life.  With Stacy, I use long strokes
in an easy, leisurely pace.  We are in no rush and she wants to take her
time and enjoy this.  I am enjoying this just as much as Stacy is.  I am
almost mechanical at my pace and I love this feeling.  I won't keep up this
pace much longer, I have needs.  Stacy is breathing very heavily.  It
sounds like it hurts, yet, I can see the huge smile on her face.  She is
enjoying this very much.  Not sure I have EVER seen her this happy.

   Suddenly, her look changes.  She looks serious and desperate.  Her mouth
opens but no sound escapes.  She is just on the edge of an orgasm.  I
quickly pick up the speed and slam fast into her.  She is already on the
edge and I need that, so I can blow my five ropes of cum deep into my
sister.  Her pussy clamps down on me and she goes rigid, her smile
increases as she watches me.  She never takes her eyes off me.

   It's about 10 minutes before Stacy gets up, showers and then comes out
in only a pair of shorts.  She stands up next to a wall and wraps an arm
around her body hiding the lower half of her breasts.  The top part and her
areolas and a bit of nipple are visible.  Her other arm is up and behind
her head.  Her face turns slightly so it isn't straight on.  That killer
smile is there.

   I have to ask, "Are you sure about this?  A lot of people are going to
see you."

   Stacy looks me square in the eyes, "I know exactly what I am showing,
and I am comfortable with that and the way you will paint me."

   This will certainly spice up the showing some.  I wasn't thrilled with
the pose or the arm placement.  However, her face and smile are the best I
have ever done.  It is spooky, like she is looking back at you.  In one day
I finish four of the five pictures I need.  This is going great.  We are
all tired, we go to bed.  Stacy doesn't even start on the bed, she comes
straight to me now and we sleep on the couch.

   +++++

   Tuesday it rains all day.  It is cold and damp, my paints didn't flow
right so I give up.  We have a nice dinner and discuss what to do with my
last painting.  Nothing sounds good.  Nothing yelled, "paint me".  I am
getting worried.

   +++++

   Wednesday I am sitting around thinking of a subject.  Nothing.  I go out
onto the balcony and look out on the city.  Street lights are on.  Cars and
buses are moving around.  Sirens are running somewhere.  A bus stops and
opens the door with that distinctive sound.  Then something caught my ear,
a motorcycle.  Perfect!

   I stand in the corner with the back of my canvas to my family.  They are
curious but I don't let them look.  I take two hours to make this
masterpiece.  When I finish, I am both physically and emotionally drained.
I turn the picture around.  Shock and tears run down their faces.

   On the painting is a sleek yet dirty black motorcycle.  In the driver's
seat is my dad.  Bloody around the mouth from a fight, drunk, and
exhausted. He is barely able to sit in the seat.  He is unkept, dirty,
scruffy, wearing three-day-old clothes.  No helmet but lots of aged leather
gear.  Everything about him and the bike is tattered and tired.  Dad has an
expression of not giving a shit and too tired to care what you think.  A
cigarette is barely hanging from his lip.  That, in a nutshell, is dad, no
family in the picture.  Somehow, I captured his charisma in that painting,
you want to be his friend.

   Mom brakes down from seeing the picture.  I turned it back around to
save her from looking at it more.

   None of us sleep well that night.

   Chapter 9 - Lets Show Some Art

   Thursday came around as did Jane to pick up my paintings.  She is
furious with me for not taking one of the nude students up until I explain
why.  Once she thought about it she knew I was right.  I can tell she is
excited by the paintings.  She has a critical eye and agreed with my
assessment that only Stacy's wasn't perfect yet was the best because of her
face and smile.  She brought help to carry the paintings and they are on
their way to get framed.  I am to be ready at 4:00 PM on Saturday when she
and her limo will come for me.  I'm excited.

   +++++

   4:00 PM Saturday, Jane is at our door all dressed up in a silver dress
and enough diamonds on her to buy a small country.  It's about an hour
drive to the expensive part of town.  A big gallery has a special show on
tonight featuring new artists.  Sheets are hiding the regular paintings to
show off the mini-collections of newly discovered artists.  I am at Jane's
side.  She introduces me to many people.  She knows everyone in the entire
city.  She laughs, listens, and then moves on.  It's an artform she has
mastered.
It's a huge place and there is a lot of nice stuff here.  Paintings,
drawings, sculptures, all kinds of styles from classic to crap.  But none
of it is mine.  I am starting to get nervous, was it not good enough?  Jane
senses my anxiety and holds me tighter.  She whispers in my ear to relax,
it's ok.  I can't.  I am sweating and nervous.  I try to take deep breaths,
but it doesn't help.  I can see the last wall and it has fruit baskets on

it.  I am devastated.

   Jane asks me with a cute smile on her face, "Where is everyone?  No
people in this area."

   She continues leading me towards the back.  As we get closer I can tell
there is a room to the right, a hallway.  There is more.  It's a huge room
where there is a woman up on a stage talking about the paintings.  The
paintings are spaced 10 feet apart allowing people can gather around.  The
room is dark but there is a spotlight on each painting.  I notice there are
six paintings.  Jane has her parents painting here as well."

   When I turn the corner with Jane, the lady on stage gets excited and
asks us to come up.  She introduces me and then she peppers me with
questions about my inspiration and many details in the pictures.  They had
the park pond picture upside down and I showed them how I can tell.  I
noticed each of my paintings has a $1,250.00 price tag on it.  Her parent's
picture has no price tag, "Not for sale".  Someone is sniffing glue, I am a
student, the rest of these people are professionals.

   Jane whisks me away to meet her parents again.  They are super nice to
me, but they had also been drinking more than they should have.  Jane
leaves me with her parents and snuck off somewhere.  About twenty minutes
later she came back with a huge smile on her face.  I know not to ask.

   We go back to the limo and Jane give orders to the driver, "Joe, you
know I love you like a second father.  However, tonight I want the window
up and for you to drive aimlessly around town for a while.  Pretty sure you
will know when to take us home." She giggles as the window between the
driver and us goes up.

   Jane continues, "You were awesome tonight.  When I dropped your stuff
off they were like, oh swell, more paintings.  Ho hum.  Then I took out my
parent's painting, and they were all mute.  Finally, one asks if I have
more of this unbelievable art.  I start taking them out of the wrapping and
they were drooling.  Obviously, you were the star tonight.  But right now,
I have needs.  And you have the prescription I need.  Please apply a
generous dose."

   I remove my coat, she takes off a shoe.  I remove my tie, she removes a
shoe.  I remove my shirt and she removes her panties.  I remove my pants
and shoes and she unzips her dress.  I remove my boxers and help her remove
her dress.  She has no bra on but that was obvious already with that dress.

   She wants me to fuck her good.  I lay her on the floor of the vibrating
car, pull up her legs, then spread them apart.  I bend over and start
lapping her outer lips.  The vibrations in the car are doing half my job.
In 30 minutes I get her off six times.  She is gasping for breath and begs
for mercy.  I grant her mercy.

   I turn her over into doggie and slip inside of her.  She moans as I
shove my man meat into her slot.  I get a big "OH!" as our bodies meet, I
am all in.

   Jane requests, "I am so fucking horny right now, I want you to pound the
fuck out of me.  Make me yours, mark me, own me.  Make me hurt so good."

   Not one to disappoint a woman, I pound the fuck out of her.  The moving
of the car does not help.  Start, stop, turn, change lanes.  We bounce
around, however, it makes it more interesting.  I am all in and am fucking
her as hard as I can.  She is sweating bullets, breathing heavy, and
grunting with each thrust into her body.  At the bottom of her neck, I
latch on with my mouth to mark her.  I slap her ass hard like I am at the
Kentucky Derby riding a horse.  Faster, faster.  I pump faster.

   I hear a "Grrrrrrrrr" increasing in pitch, she is close.  I am close.  I
grab her hair and pull back.  Her back arches, she is moving back to me,
nothing to hold on to.  At that moment I shoot six heavy ropes of baby
batter into Jane's raw pussy.  She clamps down on me and wails like a
banshee.

   She then screams, "Oh fuck that was great!"

   We sit in the back of the car, on the floor, naked, holding each other.
Jane's phone rings.

   Jane says, "Hello.  Yes.  Yes.  I did.  You did what?  No fucking way.
Yes.  Yes.  Thank you.  Goodbye." Turns off her phone.  She screams.  "No
fucking way, unbelievable.  Every painting of yours sold tonight."

   I am thinking in my head, 5 x 1250 = $6,250.

   I say, "Six grand is a lot of money.  That sure will help."

   Jane gives me that look, "Remember when I left you?  I went back to your
paintings and added a zero to each painting.  Then Ava, the owner, she
added one more.  She takes 20% of the gross and after taxes, you will end
up with about $350,000.  She said you can stop by tomorrow to pick up your
check."

   Stunned, speechless, unable to move.  This is the greatest day of my
life.  I hug Jane and cry.  The last few weeks have seen a dramatic change
in my life.  Jane starts to dress.  I do the same.  She uses the intercom
to talk to the driver, "we are ready." Two minutes later we pull up to my
building.  It's very late, Stacy is in the bed asleep.  I am quiet and get
on the couch.  I quickly fall asleep.

   Chapter 10 - Wanted: Dead or Alive

   I wake up the next morning because a guy throws me out of bed.  He
punches me in the face, kicks me in the ribs, hits me again in the face,
hits me in the ribs, and hits me some more.  I know these guys, they are
friends of my dad.  They are screaming at us, "Where is your mother.  We
want that slut." I hear the neighbors bang on the wall, "We called 911".  I
am unconscious before help arrives.

   +++++

   I wake up in the ER.  I have a patch on one eye, I have a tube down my
throat.  100 wires and tubes going in and around me.  I hear dozens of
beeps and alarms.  I hurt like hell.  They ask me questions.  My right-hand
works, I make like I want to write.  I answer their questions about what
hurts and 10 on the level of pain.

   +++++

   Later a policeman comes in.  There are fewer sounds now, things have
calmed down.  He asks me if I can describe the people.  I use my hand like
I want to write something.  He has a guy that wants to make a composite
sketch.  I shake my head no and again make like I want to write.  They give
me 30 minutes and I sketch out three people, profiles, names, height,
weight, and exactly what they were wearing.  They take the paper.  I write
down, Lizzy?  Stacy?  Mom?

   The officer looks read sad, "Your sisters are in bad shape, 50/50 if
they make it.  Your mom was there?"

   I write down her new name, her old name, and where she works.  I write
down my dad's name, three men killed him, sisters and mom hiding from them.
The officer is in shock.  I fall asleep.

   +++++

   I wake up later, no hose in my throat.  I am in pain.  Mom is there and
is happy to see me, but she has been crying for hours.  I still have pen
and paper, I write, "Get word to Jane.  They know her family name, they
will find her.  Pain!"

   I fall asleep.

   +++++

   I wake up in the ICU now.  Guys in suits, police officers, my mom, and
JANE!  She is tentative to touch me.  I hear yelling, "I have the whole God
damn city looking, nothing more I can do!"

   Jane giggled, "Dad is giving the police chief shit.  Poor guy, he starts
his day off getting shit from his wife and now mom AND dad are beating him
up.  Word got to him about three brutal beatings.  His wife sees the
pictures of your sisters and starts crying.  She tells him, I just bought a
painting of that girl last night.  He is questioning his wife, she bought a
painting?  His wife goes and gets the painting she purchased.  She tells
him, 'I bought this beautiful painting last night.  She is adorable.  Now I
see that picture of her.  You better not come home tonight unless the guys
who did this are dead or behind bars.' Poor guy."

   "He does a video-conference with the city police departments.  Shows
your cute sister, tits and all.  Then shows the beat up and bloody girl. 
Then the Chief shows your sketch of the bad guys.  Every cop in the city is
looking for them and they are turning over every pebble.  Every cop in this
city fell in love with your sister when they saw your painting.  When they
saw her beat up and bloody, well, they are mad as hell.  This will be a
short search."

   Jane is holding my hand.  "You don't need to be here, but dad insisted
because it was easier on your mom as both of your sisters are here.  There
is no better care than here for them." Her parents come by and they are
both red with veins popping out from yelling.  I start sketching them but
fall asleep.

   +++++

   I wake up later to silence.  Jane is in a big chair, holding my hand,
and fast asleep.  Her mom is along the back wall, also asleep.  Her dad is
pacing.  With my twitch he notices me.  He smiles.

   Her dad says, "Your sisters have been upgraded to stable but serious. 
There are no guarantees, but they are responding well and making progress.
They should survive.  There was a shootout with the bad guys tonight.  Two
of the three of them are dead and the third is talking his head off.  There
will be more arrests in Oakland soon.  I will make sure they don't get
off."

   I write "Thank you", then "Go home, nothing more you can do here.  Take
your wife and Jane.  Make sure she eats.  She can spend the day here but
not 24x7."

   He chuckles at me, "Son, I like you a lot.  However, there is no way I
am telling the little woman what to do.  I like breathing.  I will meet you
half way.  I will make sure she eats three square meals a day.  I pity
anyone that tries to move her from your side though."

   I smile for the first time in a while.

   +++++

   Life gets into a routine.  My sisters have rooms next to me and as I get
better I spend more time with them.  They are happier when I am around,
it's obvious to everyone.  Jane got me a sketch pad and I draw everyone. 
The nurses love the pictures I do of them, especially when I catch them
with just the right look.  Jane's parents stop coming, mom went back to
work after the first week.  I will be going home soon.  I get homework at
the hospital, allowing me to keep up.

   The police chief stops by daily to check up on my sisters.  He usually
has a small group of male officers with him and they say hi ...  to my
sisters.  While they are there Ginger shows up to say hi.  I haven't talked
to her in years.  She isn't there to see me.  She is there to see my
sisters and the police chief.  She is turning herself in.  She is the one
that gave my address to the three guys.  When I demand to know why she gave
me some bullshit answer that she can't say no to bad boys.  They take her
away in handcuffs.

   Her family has enough money she will never see a day in jail.  I can see
the fire of hate in Jane's eyes.

   After Ginger leaves Jane says to me, "Her family may have a lot of
money, but daddy will ensure she sees the inside of a jail for a while.  It
will do her some good.  Daddy is not a man you want to cross, especially if
it involves his little girl."

   I look her dead in the eyes, "I will make sure I remember that."

   Jane playfully slaps my arm, "Ha, you are one of very few people he
respects.  Your dinner speech and the painting you created of me made him a
big fan of yours.  I forgot to tell you.  Mom took me home one day and came
inside to see your painting.  I was expecting her to go apeshit due to the
nakedness.  She marveled at the painting and then said, 'He really loves
you.' I was like duh, no kidding."

   I laughed, "Not the reaction I would have expected either.  Better your
mom than your dad."

   Jane covers her mouth, "I would be too embarrassed.  I would die on the
spot."

   I ask inquisitively, "Why does the Police Chief show up every day with
ten policemen?"

   Jane blushes, "Sorry, I can't say.  Trust me though, he IS up to no
good. You will see soon enough.  The art gallery you showed your work at,
they would like to sell more of your paintings.  They are eager for any
painting you want to sell.  It's a great offer, you should go for it."

   I laugh at her, "Tell her thanks but I can't sell my art to her, I have
a better offer."

   Jane looks at me with pain in her eyes, she wants to ask several
questions, I stop her.

   I explain smugly, "I have heard there is a new gallery coming to New
York, I will only sell my work through the new place.  It's an exclusive
offer to that owner." Jane gives me a questioning look.  "Your father told
me he was feeling pressure to buy a building for a new art gallery.  I
don't know who might run it, but I suspect I might know and trust that
gallery owner and want to reward her with this year's hottest new artist."

   Jane sat speechless before hugging me.

   She finally says, "Daddy didn't tell me this.  I have been begging for a
year now and he won't even listen to my business plan."

   I knowingly explain, "Jane, he doesn't need one from you.  You owned him
the day you were born."

   Her parents pick that moment to show up.  There is a whole procession of
people with him.  My mom and sisters among the group.

   I ask, "Mom, aren't you supposed to be at work."

   Jane's dad, Bob, answers, "She is.  She is now my personal assistant.  I
needed access to your apartment.  It's a shame they ruined all that
artwork. We needed to get you some clothes.  You are going home ...  kind
of.  Your sisters still need help and your place is too small.  I won't
separate you three, so I am bringing you to our home.  I think you will
heal better in a home with real food.  And since you let the cat out of the
bag, I need to discuss the new art gallery location with my daughter.

   "We will set you up with painting supplies.  Before you start
complaining, I am doing this, so I can see my daughter more.  I want to
help nice people like you, and frankly, we are lonely now that everyone has
moved out.  It will be wonderful to have a house filled with family again.
I will have a nurse there 24 x 7 and anything else you need."

   Her mother shyly says, "There will be a price to pay though."

   Jane yells, "MOTHER!"

   Her mother bravely continues, "I want a painting for the bedroom of me
and my husband.  I saw the painting of Jane in her apartment.  I want to
have a great painting of us that shows the love we have for each other
before we both turn into dried up prunes."

   Jane continues to complain, "I am his exclusive distributor, you can't
make him do this.  I forbid this."

   I smile, "I agree on a few conditions.  I have an unusual way to prepare
myself and my subjects."

   Jane shouts, "Oh no you don't.  They are my fucking parents!"

   I smile at her wording and it's double meaning, "Yes they are, and you
will assist.  In fact, my mom and sisters will as well."

   They all raise an eyebrow at me.

   +++++

   Thirty minutes later we are all dressed and in a stretch limo going ...
home.

   I know the house some.  It's a huge grand old house.  They have more
than enough bedrooms for us and about another two-dozen people.  The staff
seems happy to have us all there.  We start with a wicked prime rib dinner
that any restaurant would be proud to serve.

   Stacy admits, "I hope I never get better.  That was a fantastic meal."

   We are led to the basement where they have a home theatre, surround
sound, reclining chairs, love seats, and a popcorn machine.

   I curl up with Jane and she whispers in my ear, "I haven't seen this in
close to ten years.  This is special, just watch."

   For the next two hours short movie after short movie plays.  These are
very old movies: Charlie Chaplin, W.  C.  Fields, Laurel and Hardy, and
Buster Keaton are the silent stars.  It was some very funny stuff.  Exactly
what everyone needed.

   +++++

   The next morning, I am up early.  I sit in a parlor looking out the
large windows at the flowers outside.  It is raining, or I would be
outside. I am dreaming in my mind, thinking about my family and our future.
Someone nudges my shoulder, breaking me out of my reverie.

   I look up and a smiling older woman says to me, "Orders are you need to
eat a full breakfast.  I can't leave until I see you finish."

   I ask her, "Please sit down, I am slow."

   She smiles as she sits down.  I pull out my drawing pad.  I sketch her
as I eat my breakfast.  I finish the drawing before breakfast.

   I rip the page out and give it to her, "Thank you for a nice breakfast."

   I fall asleep in the chair thinking.

   Jane, her parents and mom are next to come down to breakfast.  I sketch
them as they eat.  I sketch the old gentleman that is serving them, but I
put him on a tricycle.  I found it amusing to see such a distinguished and
proper man riding a child's bike.  He got a great laugh out of it and I get
a hug."

   Jane smiles at me, "I take it you are feeling better?"

   I reply with a smile, "Yes, it is much nicer here.  I can't tell you how
much I appreciate you taking us on and being so generous with us."

   Jane's mom, Sally, laughs at me, "Generous?  Oh no, Bob is being
selfish. You were the bait to get Jane back for a while.  In his eyes, he
got the best of this deal."

   Bob has had enough, "The Police Chief brings in the officers to meet
your sisters then shakes them down for donations.  He is trying to get
enough to put them through nursing school."

   I smile, "Funny, I had been thinking the same thing.  I want to use my
money to put them through school.  I will cut off the funding from Oakland,
I don't need their money anymore."

   Jane's dad is gruff, "I am only putting you up for a while."

   Jane laughs at her dad, "Mark sold all of his paintings the other
night."

   Her mom scoffs, "Do you know what school costs?"

   Jane fires back, "Do you know what his paintings sold for?"

   Her mom retorts, "$1,250 each.  That gets you books."

   Jane smiles big, "I added a zero to each painting."

   Her mom looks shocked, "Still, that's not enough for 4 years of school."

   Jane scolds her mother, "You never let me finish.  Ava, the owner of the
gallery, added an additional zero to each painting herself after seeing me
do it.  He has a check for about $350,000 waiting for him."

   Both her parents fall back into their chairs.

   Mom yells, "What?  You sold those painting for over $600,000?"

   Jane proudly says, "Your son is now a professional artist.  We will
limit his production to one a month to keep the demand up.  Maybe a few
more at Christmas.  We will be ok.  I like Mark's sisters going back to
school.  It will be good for them.  We may have to paint a few more
pictures so we can buy a house and live comfortably.  It will never be like
living here but as long as I have Mark, I can do with driving myself,
cooking, and cleaning.  I will do anything for Mark."

   Jane looks at her dad, "I am ready to open a Gallery.  I take it you
have already found the right location?"

   Her dad looks at her hard as if he is making a tough decision.

   Her mom says, "Don't tease her dear.  I know you have been looking for
six months and have consultants offering suggestions."

   Her dad relents, "We happen to already own a building in a certain area
of town that several people say is a prime high-end area.  Two spaces are
open as are a bunch of condos in the same building.  The build-out has
already begun.  The condos come in two, three, and four bedrooms.  How
about we spend the day looking at your showroom and offices.  Then we will
look at the Condos and see which one you want.  Since it is Saturday, most
of the staff is gone, so let's go out to dinner later.  Finally, tonight,
we can get Mark to do our painting."

   The showroom is huge.  His consultants know exactly what to do, Jane
will end up with a world-class gallery.  We only look at four-bedroom
condos.  Some are terrible, a few are ok, and one is awesome, but it had a
terrible view.  Her father assures us that the one on the top floor with
the awesome view will be ready when we need it.  If not, we can stay with
them until it is.

   Chapter 11 - Pay Up, Boy

   It's Saturday night.  Outside there is a chill in the air and it's
lightly raining.  Dinner is awesome, and everyone got along like we are old
friends.  Lizzy and Stacy aren't as shy anymore.  They feel comfortable
around family and Jane's family is like family.  After the assault they
were very withdrawn and timid.  Now they are laughing at all the jokes and
telling stories.  Jane's parents seem the happiest.  They love spending
time with Jane, this is a real treat.

   Yet there is more to this.  They have accepted me and my family as
friends.  I know mom is working out great and they are thrilled to have
her. She double checks everything important, especially contracts.  They
seem to like having her around the house as well.  I wonder if something is
going on there.  They seem to get along very well.  In a few months, my
sisters will start school, I won't see them much.  They may even use my old
apartment because it is close to the school.

   The ride home is quiet.  Obviously, everyone knows about my ...  unique
warm up.  How will it go with Jane's dad there?  Do I still fuck Jane's
mother?  Is that what she wants?  What does Jane want?

   I start the conversation in the limo while drinking bubbly, "This is the
first time tonight nobody is talking and laughing.  I gather everyone is
wondering how I will handle this.  Will I change my warm-up routine?  Who
will be there, who will watch, who will participate, and who will
participate with who?  I can see the questions in your eyes."

   I am very uneasy about this, but I continue, "When one of my models have
great sex, she is energized, and the emotions spill out easily.  They don't
hide who they are.  It's easy to paint their emotions.  When I have sex, it
heightens my senses and opens me up emotionally, I can see the feelings and
emotions of my models.  In my typical routine, I fuck the model.  Then we
are both ready to go."

   I look up, "Obviously, this situation is a bit different.  I want to
give you the full experience and paint an awesome painting.  My thought is
Bob and Sally will make love on their bed with all of us there.  With us
watching, it will add a whole new element and will drive you both wild.  I
don't know how mom fits in with you two yet, but I suspect if you want, she
is up for fun.

   My rule: Sally decides.  You decide if, when, and what happens.  Man on
woman, woman on woman, man on woman on woman, my mom is down with it all.
You get to run wild or stay comfortable with Bob.  Tonight, he doesn't get
to decide, it's all you.  He will love you no matter what, you are safe.  I
don't know if you have ever experimented with a woman but tonight is the
perfect time if you do.  Mom and Bob will do anything you ask of them.  Bob
nor my mom can say no to you."

   Feeling more confident now I add, "At the same time, Jane and I will be
making love right next to you.  My sisters get the same rules with Jane
making the decisions.  I don't know how this will end up tonight.  It's all
up to Jane and Sally.  I am up for anything.  When we finish, Bob and Sally
in each other's arms naked on the bed, no sheets so I can paint.  Does
anyone object?"

   Mom asks curiously, "What makes you think they even want me?"

   I smile, "I have no idea one way or the other.  I just thought that if
Sally wants to do something different tonight, this is her chance.  My
guess is she has not had the opportunity to use a woman or share her
husband.  I am not pushing, either way, just leaving the door open.  I
sense that you three are closer than you have let us believe or want to be
and don't know how to start.  I could be dead wrong, we shall see what
happens.  I have set the buffet up, now we shall see what Jane and Sally
select to eat."

   Jane gives me a steamy, lusty, kiss that melts me into her arms.  She
has a very satisfied look on her face.  After that, the conversation is
back to normal.  Bob makes eye contact with me, smiles, and winks at me.  I
hope that is a good thing.

   We go back to the mansion.  My painting supplies are already set up. 
The canvas is a bit larger than I normally use but with my plan, this will
be perfect.  They have a classic bedroom.  Huge king size bed and huge old
furniture stained dark and weathered over the years.  Lots of lace on the
bed.  It has four tall posts but no canopy on top, that will make watching
easier.  I will draw the bed without the two posts at the bottom of the
bed. There is an old humpback trunk at the foot of the bed.

   In the corner are double doors to the washroom that has double marble
sinks, marble shower, and two claw-footed antique tubs.  The staff has
stacked twenty towels on a chair.  I have no idea what they think we will
be doing but they planned for us to do it about four times I guess.  Jane
and Sally get a good laugh at the number of towels.

   Jane takes charge, "Mark has made enough rules, time for us women to
start.  Like Mark suggested and we agree, my mom and I run this show from
now on.  You are free to leave at any time.  However, if you stay, you will
do what mom and I tell you to do.  We are the choreographers of this party.
Just because you're naked does not mean you will participate.  It just
guarantees we can watch you masturbate while we are screwing." She smiles
hugely with that last statement.

   Still grinning big Jane says, "Mom, Valorie, and dad, strip."

   Sally looks defiant, "You don't tell me what to do.  You two, don't
move."

   Sally stands in front of the group and slowly strips naked.  She makes a
show of taking her bra and panties off by teasing us.  Start, stop, start,
stop, put back on, pull down some.  It is a nice show.  Her large breasts
sag but they are very big.  Being older, her body is more mature, curvier,
and healthy looking.  She shaved, and Bob's eyes go big with surprise.  She
didn't miss his smile as she giggles.

   Sally then strips Bob.  Years of practice and his willingness help a
lot. Sally then steps behind mom and hugs her.  Sally's hands go to mom's
breasts and she squeezes them.  Her arms go around mom and she sticks her
tongue in moms ear as she whispers something in her ear.  Sally unbuttons
mom's blouse, button by button, then pulls it off.  She unzips her skirt
and lets it fall.  The wet spot on her panties is visible.

   Sally slips a finger inside the panties and inserts a finger into mom's
slit.  Mom moans and bucks her hips.  Sally's hand comes out and unclasps
the bra.  She pulls the straps off the shoulders and it falls free
releasing the second set of large breasts of the night.  Sure, they sag,
gravity is a constant.  But even with the sag, they are big and squeezable
and a dream to have pushed into you.  Sally bends her legs so that her body
lowers itself.  As she does she takes mom's panties down with her hands
while Sally's tongue slides down mom's ass.  Mom giggles at that.

   Sally taunts her daughter, "Now, wasn't that much better than just
stripping?"

   Jane looks beat, her mother is right, but she can't let her have the
last word.

   Jane smugly replies, "I got to hand it to you old experienced people,
you know how to get things started.  However, we look better, perform
better, and we have a secret weapon." She licks her lips sexily.  I hiss
for effect.

   Jane is wearing a dress, so I help her start the unzipping.  She struts
in full view of all, in the center of the group.  She wiggles her hips and
arches her back, thrusting out her chest.  In this pose, she finishes
undressing and the dress slowly slides off her body with little prompting.
Her stunned parents stand in awe.  No bra.  No panties.  No hair.

   Janes puts a finger to her mouth and says, "I am a bad girl."

   Jane stands in front of Lizzy.  She grabs her behind the head, by the
hair, and pulls her close for a hot steamy kiss.  She releases Lizzy and
pulls the sundress over her head.  A nice matching purple set of lingerie
is remaining.  The latch is in front.  Jane holds the orbs together and
then using a thumb, releases the latch.  She reveals a single breast.  She
kisses and then sucks the nipple.  Lizzy moans and shudders on her feet. 
The bra drops and Jane latches on to the other nipple.  She pulls away, we
can see the breasts standing out.  Slowly, Jane descends to her knees and
thus releasing the breasts for our viewing.

   They are magnificent, almost no sag.  They are round like melons, they
don't flatten like you would expect.  Once on her knees, she pulls down the
panties.  As her shaved slit becomes visible, Jane attacks it with her
tongue.  It only takes two minutes to get Lizzy off.  Jane's face is wet
with pussy juice.  Sally looks shocked.

   Stacy is a repeat of Lizzy, but she orgasms almost immediately.  Jane
has a lot of fun with my sisters but now her eyes are devouring me.  Her
eyes are ablaze with fire.  She did my sisters, she knew I would be hard as
a rock.  I am.  She uses a finger, points at my arms and then points up.  I
reach my arms up high.  She uses her hand from the open position to
bending, like at the waist.  I bend over at the waist.  She pulls my shirt
off.  I stand back up.  She stands behind me like she is going to help me
pee.  She removes the belt then unzips my pants.

   I kick my shoes off.  She rolls my pants down and I kick them off.  I
lift my foot and she removes the socks.  Mom and Sally's eyes are staring
at my bulge.

   Jane laughs at a memory, "The first time I did this I almost got a black
eye."

   She moves her head to the side and teasingly, in slow motion removes my
shorts.  Once my head passes the boxer's waist-band, it pops up.  Her
parent's eyes bulge out of their heads.  Mom and my sisters are pure lust.
Jane smiles, she owns it.

   Jane taunts Sally, "You may have the experience at stripping, but I own
this monster."

   Jane stands up and takes me by the hand and leads us over to Stacy and
takes her by the hand.  She leads us back to the bed.

   Jane says to Stacy, "Lay down on the side of the bed, head on pillows."

   Stacy gets up on the bed and lays down on her back.  She looks nervous.
Jane gets up on the bed over Stacy's legs, so she can eat pussy.  Stacy
smiles now, so does Jane.

   Jane says to me, "I am going to be eating pussy so go easy as you fuck
me."

   I get up on the bed and start lazily fucking Jane.  Stacy is already
moaning, she won't last long.

   Sally gets in the bed in a missionary position and Bob follows her.  He
starts fucking her much more eagerly than I am Jane.  He stares at us a
lot. Especially, how I am plowing his daughter.  He pulls out of Sally, she
has a look of horror on her face.  He flips her over, ignoring her
protests. He thrusts into her harder than before.  Immediately she is
moaning and smiling devilishly.

   Sally eggs Bob on, "Look at your daughter.  Those young beautiful tits
and that huge wonderful cock plowing her tight cunt.  His sisters are
adorable, the most perfect tits I have ever seen.  Is that why you turned
me over, so you can feel like him?"

   Bob is embarrassed now.  He concentrates on Sally.  He pushes harder and
faster, she is moaning now.  No longer able to talk and embarrass him.  He
is horny, much more than normal, he looks like a teen again.  He has a
silly happy look on his face.

   Stacy orgasms from Jane's attention.  After she recovers, Stacy gets up
and is replaced by Lizzy.  Jane eagerly goes after her slit with her
tongue. Like Stacy, Lizzy is quickly moaning at Jane's ability.

   Bob and Sally yell out in unison as they both orgasm.  Bob will be
sidelined a while, did they plan this?  Sally gets out of bed and pushes
Bob to the foot of the bed.  She then goes to mom and takes her by the hand
and leads her to the bed where she wants mom to lay down on her back. 
Sally climbs on top and they start with soft light kisses.  Both sets of
hands go to the opposite breasts and play with the nipples.  Both women
start moaning and breathing hard.

   Sally breaks the kiss and repositions mom, she is now on an angle.  I
find this odd.  Sally gets back on the bed but backward and over mom.  They
engage in a 69.  Their both engaged orally with the other's pussy and
lapping at it eagerly.  Mom had more experience, but Sally seemed to be
doing ok.  I now understand why they're at an angle, it's so Bob can see
everything.  They are quickening his recovery, and this seems to be
working. Hell, it's working on me.

   Lizzy blows up with an orgasm.  Lizzy gets up and then Jane follows her.
Huh?  Jane lays down on the bed like Lizzy was.  She has Stacy come back
and take Janes old position on top.  Stacy eagerly starts in on Jane.  She
has longer hair so, from my point of view, it is awesome to see her hair
all over Jane's body.  There is a pussy in front of me, I stick my cock in.
Same speed as with Jane.

   Bob's eyes are huge with realization.  Sally and mom are oblivious of
his look.  Sally looks at Bob.  She moves the 69 so she is on her back,
head on the pillows, mom facing the headboard.  Sally nods at her husband.
He looks surprised.  She nods her head.  He points at mom.  She nods her
head again.  He looks like a child in a candy shop.

   Bob pulls up behind mom and in one quick thrust, thrusts his cock into
mom.  She felt him moving around but assumed he was going to enter his
wife. Mom is now moaning the loudest and yelling "YES".  She arches her
back and Bob cups her breasts.  He is slamming into her hard and fast. 
Sally is playing with her clit using her hands.  Mom will soon explode.

   Stacy explodes on our side of the bed.  Lizzy quickly pushes her over
and takes her place.  She wants cock and to eat pussy.  Jane has been
surprisingly quiet.  Later I would find out that between my fucking her and
my sisters eating her pussy, she had about a dozen small orgasms.

   Bub grunts and shoots his load into mom.  She orgasms and screams in
ecstasy.  The three of them look worn out.  Bob lays in between Sally and
mom.  They curl up together watching us.  I speed Lizzy along by tweaking
one nipple and sticking my thumb up her ass.  Jane has her close, I push
her over the cliff.

   Stacy is ready to take another turn, but Jane put up her hand like a
stop sign.  Jane smiles and gets up on all fours with ass towards me.

   Jane instructs me, "Ok big boy, time to end this.  I want that huge cock
of yours going full speed into my cunt.  I want it hard.  I want it fast.
And I want that cock spurting your seed up into my womb."

   I get back on my knees.  I show off my cock and then I slowly thrust it
into Jane.  Quickly I am thrusting away.  Soon I am sweating and grunting.
Jane is yelling, "yes" over and over.  She is on fire and won't last long.
My sisters spur her on.

   Stacy says in a low husky voice, "Look at the size of that cock.  How
can she take it all?"

   Lizzy continues, "Look how it slides evenly into her fuck hole.  I know
it's filling her up.  She is wondering how it's not coming out her ass."

   Stacy counters, "She is so lucky.  Look how fast he is pounding her. 
That must hurt the way his body is slamming into her.  What I wouldn't give
to be getting that."

   Lizzy uses her hands to cup a breast and sucks on it.  Stacy attacks the
other.  This is too much for Jane.  Too much stimulation.  One of my
sisters uses a palm to cup her pussy and plays with her clit.  Jane turns
into Mt.  Vesuvius.  She stiffens and releases an earth-shattering scream
that continued far longer than the norm.  I thrust seven more times to
shoot my cum deep into Jane's waiting body.  After I finish she passes out
and collapses.

   I take over now, "Mom, out and to the chair.  Lizzy and Stacy, look
after Jane.  I am going to start." Now speaking at Sally and Bob.  "Can you
feel the energy?  All your defenses are down.  The true and honest you, are
here now, and I will capture it in paint.  The stiffness and boredom of the
day is gone, your body is reacting to the endorphins.  This will be another
awesome painting.  I can feel it."

   I then spend two hours painting.  The canvas is larger, and the subject
is more complex than normal.  Yet, I nailed it.  I don't let Jane or my
family watch me paint, I like to see their reactions after I reveal.  My
final painting is what Sally wanted, a picture of them naked for the
bedroom.  I have taken liberties.  I painted them naked in bed after sex.
Visibly exhausted and happy.  That is the right side of the painting and
the bed.  On the left side, I paint them as they were when younger.  I
based my view on some guesses, Jane, and old photo's I have seen of Bob and
Sally.

   The younger version of them are in the same position but their bodies
look better and of course younger.  I then have transition lines suggesting
the passage of time.  The younger couple is smaller and looks to be
slightly in the background.  I add to the illusion and make current couple
closer to the audience.  I thought it was cool.  I stand in front of the
painting when I finish, pick it up, turn around, and then walk to the side.

   All six of them gasp.  Sally and Jane are in tears, Bob is speechless.
Everyone moves closer.

   Sally asks, "You nailed us, how did you know?"

   I explain, "You are easy, I based you on Jane.  There are also paintings
and photos around the house that Jane has shown me, so I have seen that age
and older.  I had a sense of progression.  I just worked backward and
guessed some."

   Bob was first to move and hug me, "Spectacular.  Simply amazing.  I love
how you have the old and new."

   I smile, "When Sally said she wanted to capture your look now I sensed
she was unhappy with now and what you lost.  I wanted to try and recapture
the past yet tie it to how you got here.  From what I see, the here and now
isn't too bad.  Have you ever done much of this before?"

   Sally blushes immediately, "We have always had what I would now describe
as boring sex.  At the time it was great.  But the voyeuristic part is
amazing.  I have never thought of being with a woman.  When you suggested
it in the car I almost wet my pants.  Then I wanted to give my husband
something.  He has always been faithful, yet I knew there were many he
liked.  It was fun sharing your mom.  Bob has never manipulated me like he
did tonight when he threw me in doggie.  Oh my, I love that position.  I
can't even count the number of orgasms I had tonight.  My first was seeing
your cock release."

   Bob says, "I think having it mounted just above the headboard will be
perfect." He pauses and blushes.  "The painting, not your cock."

   Jane says, "I have a friend that frames paintings.  He is good and
discreet.  Have him frame it.  I will send you his contact information. 
Use my name or he won't talk to you.  He is quirky but very good.  He will
know what type of frame to use.  I am taking my man and his sisters to bed.
I am tired.  See you in the morning."

   Chapter 12 - Payback

   A few days after our group sex session, I get a text message from Sally
saying we are all going out for lunch.  She will pick me up at my apartment
at 11:30 AM.  Immediately I think this is odd.

   I text Jane, "Your mother is picking me up for lunch at 11:30?  You know
about this?"

   Jane replies, "Yes, don't disappoint her."

   Don't disappoint her?  We're going to lunch; how can I disappoint her?

   I text back, "You sure about this?"

   She quickly replies, "Absolutely.  Really.  I will meet you for lunch."

   As I am walking up to my building a limo is pulling up.  My lunch date,
Sally is here.  I walk up to the car, but she is getting out.

   Sally pleads, "I need to use your washroom.  Quickly!"

   We rush upstairs, and she runs into the washroom.  I hear a flush and
then the door opens.  Sally walks out confident and naked.  My jaw is sore,
it fell to the floor.

   Sally looks at me confidently and explains, "The other night we talked
about my faithful husband.  He admitted he wasn't as faithful as I thought.
I was devastated and furious.  Jane has perfect timing and just happen to
call.  She asked why I am crying and I told her, I was furious with Bob. 
She is with your sisters now having lunch.  When I saw you, I was envious.
You are so much bigger.  I want you to fuck me and make me your slut."

   She walked to the edge of the bed, falls to her back, and spread her
legs wide.

   She says to me in a deep sexy voice, "Lunch is served, come and get
some."

   I am still in shock but there is an open pussy in front of me.  I have
permission.  I pull down my pants and walk to the edge of the bed.

   Before entering her, "You understand once we do this, I will stretch you
out.  He will know this and who did it.  He will think less of me.  He may
hold it against Jane for assisting you, I suggest you say this was my
idea."

   Sally will have none of that, "That is sweet of you, but this is part of
his punishment.  He violated a sacred trust and there are consequences. 
His wife and daughter are judge, jury, and executioner.  He likes you a lot
more than you think.  Nobody stands up to him or accepts his challenges. 
That dinner party speech was a big deal and everyone there, but you knew
the significance.  You are the first to take the bait and your speech was
inspiring.  Now, how about you take it slow and make me happy."

   I push in slowly.  I am breaking new ground, clearing the passage.

   Sally groans, "Oh fuck you are big.  Wow, it feels so different."

   I comfort her, "From what I gather in my experience, each guy is
different.  Women like this or that better, but let's face it, having a
real man thrusting a cock inside your vagina is a pretty good feeling.  I
wouldn't get too hung up on best and worst, more how much you like the
thing in you now."

   Sally laughs, "Well, right now this thing is pretty special to me.  Now,
pound me hard and fast.  We have a noon reservation with the girls."

   I fulfill her wish.  I pound her hard and fast.  Quickly the sweat
appears, then the heavy breathing, then moaning, then grunting, and finally
a few ouches.  I tried to slow down with the ouches, but she would have
none of that.  I test a theory.  I spank her ass hard.

   Sally barely mutters, "You call that a spank, you are pathetic."

   I know taunting when I hear it.  The second time I didn't hold back. 
Whoop, (SLAP!)

   Sally screams out and then shouts, "Oh fuck that hurt!"

   I spank her hard again, overlapping handprints.

   Again, Sally screams at the pain and yells out, "Damn, that stings."

   She didn't tell me to stop, I let another fly as hard as I can.

   This time it's different.  She screams out in pain and clamps down on my
cock from her orgasm.  Her ass is stinging, she freezes with pleasure.  I
doubt she felt the four ropes of cum I deposit inside of her.  She orgasms
hard.  It takes several minutes before she moves.  It is a while before she
gets up and makes it to the washroom.  Shortly after, she comes out tired
looking but dressed for lunch.  She takes my hand like a little child and
drags me out the door, we are late.

   +++++

   Ten minutes later she is still holding my hand as we walk into a
restaurant.  I notice a few extra chairs at the table.  One each next to
Lizzy and Stacy.  In those chairs are two good-looking, young, police
officers.  They explain that part of the money collections for my sisters
included a raffle for a lunch date with them.  Within a year Lizzy marries
the guy she is with today.

   Through lunch, Sally shifts a lot and it's annoying Jane.  She finally
complains.  Sally doesn't say anything, she just sits in her chair. 
Finally, she gets up, grabs Jane and they walk off.  Sally pushes Jane into
a washroom toilet and closes the door.  She turns around and pulls up her
dress to her waist.  No panties.  Jane, being the educated, loving,
daughter that she is, falls into a deep laughter.

   The dress falls back into place, Sally opens the door and stomps out. 
The two women walk back to the table.  Sally is still furious while Jane
looks like she wants to die from a funny joke.

   Jane leans over and whispers in my ear, "I love your HANDY work." I spit
water out my nose.

   +++++

   Fast forward four years ...

   Lizzy is married to the policeman and has two children.  She is happy
with her life.

   Jane is convinced Stacy loves me as much as she does.  Stacy lives in
the same building but spends most of her time with us.  Both her and Lizzy
are nurses now and work at a nearby hospital together.  Jane makes the
decisions and Stacy is happy with any part of me she can get.  Jane is good
at sharing.  I never have to ask nor will I.  Jane has all the power. 
Stacy and Jane even do stuff without me occasionally.

   Mom never moved out of the mansion.  Nobody knows her position or title
or purpose.  Just don't mess with her or Bob and Sally come down on you
with a ton of bricks.  The three seem interchangeable at social functions.
We see them quite a bit and all three of them love that.

   Surprisingly, I get along even better with Bob after taking his wife. 
No, after she took me.  We do ok financially for a company starting up, but
Bob likes his daughter to have a certain status and level of comfort, money
finds its way to in our account, we share drivers and cars.  It's very nice
of him.

   Jane and I are married and have one child so far.  The gallery opened to
much success and then slowed down.  Jane constantly hunts for new artists
to represent.  Slowly, we are building the business.  I release my artwork
slowly, and it sells instantly.  We make great money on that, then some off
everything else.  The Gallery is slowly building a reputation for fine art.

   Sally told some friends about our night of group sex and the painting
she got.  She has even shown it off.  When the money is enough, and the
people are fun, we do special nights like that one on the side.  They are
never the same but some of those have been amazing.  Someday I will tell
those stories.


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