Disclaimers: This fictional vacuous stroker's fuckers are over 18 and shun condoms. Tags: fuckfest, bisexual, pregnancy. Incest is implied, not explicit. If you object, stop reading. Voices and details may be unreliable. Opinions may not be the author's. Read prior chapters first. Comments are demanded. Enjoy!

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Stanley Steamer 16: Anny & Megan

Steaming into superstardom

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ANATHEA

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I wondered how long it could last.

Not my marriage. I wed my cousin Lazy Lazlo Feher only yesterday. Today is Palm Sunday. We should last at least until Easter if he doesn't do anything dumb. We've been loving and fucking half our lives so why stop now?

Yesterday's other weddings, including the royal ones? I mostly don't worry - they won't affect me. Two of Stan's three marriages in a row look strong. But his musical marriage to six women could be tricky because money. Way too much money. And stress. And too much distance - the seven are so scattered.

Oh well. This weekend's feasts and orgies left a mess. I was polite but firm as we supped on scrabbled-together debris.

"All you fuckers! GET dressed and STAY dressed for now! Don't you fucking DARE scare the cleaners I bribed to sanitize Rancho Relaxo this evening! Naked pervo decadence can resume after they leave. They cost a lot so don't fuck it up! Or I quit and one of YOU can organize the next after-orgy cleanup."

"Yes, Mom," Stan said. The turd. Just wait till the next time he sticks his dick in my mouth. He will be sorry, oh yes he will.

===== [Holy Monday 2003]

Our feast leftovers were enough for a week. Stan had no excuse for breakfast burritos. But all our fuckers crawled naked from various bedrooms when he brewed pungent coffee and potent chile verde and trimmings.

Jeri dressed in fashionable maternity denims for her studio job and Pam was in unfashionable fat-lady medical scrubs for her clinic shift - a relief from her ambulance paramedic exertions. The rest of us were bare-ass. The pregnant beauties were fun.

"If Mari and I blow you," Lorna asked, "will you let someone else cook?"

"I will gladly stop cooking Wednesday if I get three blowjobs today".

"That could take all morning. We are doomed," Lorna said. "Hey Mari, let's knock him down and sit on him."

"Then the food will burn and you'll have to eat granola and yogurt," he said.

"I'll sit on his dick," Mari said. "You sit on his mouth. That'll shut him up."

Stan kept cooking. Nobody had energy to fight him. And he always cleans up after he cooks so we cut him lots of slack. His lovely naked blonde Carole pushed him back onto the kitchen island when he was done and blew him.

"That's one," she smiled. She looked around. "Who'll do him next? I want paella on Wednesday."

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Lazy and I had been enough occupied with ourselves and my baby Callista to ignore the overnight hall-scurrying and bed-hopping. Stan's big bed was likely filled either with Pam and Jeri and maybe Pam's Megan, or with Carole and their twins and maybe Imani - although I know Imani started the night in bed with her folks Larry and Sharli, who had to leave early for their mundane jobs in Palm Springs, an hour away.

I expect Imani will offer to buy her folks and her aunt Jeri early retirement if she gets as rich as expected from superstar songwriting royalties, just as I expect Stan to offer freedom to Pam, and his first love and new wife Carole. Will any accept lives of abject leisure? Some really love the work they do.

Lazy and I are not really rich enough for sloth. But with his exalted new status as the conduit of the musicians' investment money, Lazy can work from here via computer now. He need only occasionally run the FlyMobil gyroplane to his firm's San Diego office.

Pam, Jeri, Sharli, and our Lorna are all due in about two months, as is Larry's mom Terri - she is almost 50! All but Lorna could take permanent maternity leave, and she will work from here. Mari is due only two weeks later. She will work from here too.

Rancho Relaxo is about to be swarmed with babies. I should hire a nanny so I can keep welding my giant sculpture commissions. She had better be old and ugly or she will be just another sex toy.

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Pam and Jeri kissed us and left for work. Dark naked Imani cuddled between her blonde naked twin best friends on the soft greatroom loveseat - a tight squeeze but they liked it. Talia and Tanya's lovely naked blonde mother leaned back in Stan's lap in a club chair across from them.

"When I first got here," Carole said, "less than a month ago, they wanted to show me around, but I had a big question. What do I 'Need To Know' when I stay here? Stan said to learn local shops and services, roads, escape routes, danger zones. And the Rancho's power switches and alarm buttons.

"But mostly he said I needed to know that I'm loved and wanted. That all here will accept whatever I do. And to look inside myself for answers."

She picked herself up a little, guided Stan's stiff cock up into her, and sighed.

"I have answers. Love is sex. Sex is life. Life is sex. Life is love. Love is inside."

"You also need to know," Stan said, holding his new wife's breasts, "that we do more than fuck around here, but somebody is usually available." He bit her neck. She cooed. "And that I always have contingency plans in mind. I have a plan for today. But first I plan to enjoy this." He rubbed her.

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Stan and Carole's joining dribbled. Stan still rubbed his bride as he started to tell of his plan for today. But the landline phone rang. No cell service here.

"Hey Lazy," Stan said, "get that, will ya? For all of us." He blew in Carole's ear.

Lazlo lazily quit sucking my boobs and stepped over to punch the speakerphone on.

"Funny farm; quack quack." Stan's usual greeting. But Lazy's tenor was obviously not Stan's baritone.

"Have you been taking those funny pills, boy?" Ursula's voice filled the room. "No, you're never that far off. Put my boy on the line."

"Stanley is, er, occupied at the moment..." (with Carole still on his cock and his tongue in her ear) "...and I am fully authorized to speak. Don't worry, he's listening. What's up, Ursula?"

"So he's fucking somebody? Sure. Okay, Lazy, I have messages from Tahne'e. First, heap big thanks for the great weekend we managed to survive. Next, his father the king signed the papers Kauri expedited. My girl Pam and my sister Terri are now archduckies, quack quack. Stan is now an archduke. That means he's exempt from taxes on non-royalty. It's backdated so he doesn't owe rent for the pool when it was Rotarutan sovereign territory during the wedding rites."

Stan, his hands still on Carole's boobs, was sucking a big hickey on her neck. His muffled laughs sounded like farts. The laws of Rotaruta were amusing.

"Last message is a reminder - the state wedding is next weekend in Tu'palo, the capitol. It's a formal affair, no orgies - but the private 'consummation' later will include all the wives Tahne'e has on hand. I'll have fun then. Hey, we're having fun now! Anyway, all of family are invited to fly to Rotaruta with us on Thursday. Noon at the San Diego airport. Plan to be back Tuesday; that's the soonest Daimler promised a jet. Kauri booked a chopper for you, both ways."

Megan asked, "The crown prince is paying to fly us over and back, grandma?"

"Hello, my favorite girl! Love you! Miss you! No, corporate licenses in Rotaruta require firms to provide international travel for royal parties. Keep your eyes open for a Gulfstream in Hitachi livery. Don't anyone bring too much luggage."

=====

Pleasant farewells were exchanged. The call ended. Carole moaned and came on Stan's cock, fingers, and mouth. Their twin daughters watched, and fondled their best friend. Stan looked at Imani.

"Change of plan. I have a question." Oh no; I knew what that dangerous question would be. "Imani, what do you want?"

She kissed her best friends and held their thighs. Talia whispered in one ear, Tanya in the other. Angel voice versus devil voice? She thought, then spoke.

"What do you think I should want?"

"Cut the shit. This is no game. Your world just flipped over, oh my cousin, or second cousin, or whatever. You are going to be rich. Next week, K-Y Jam will record your words put to rhythmic magic music. Pop music. It will sell hugely. You need to think: What planet do you ache to inhabit? You can do and have fucking whatever you want, wherever and however you want, within a month. What do you want?"

The twins whispered in her ears again. She shook her head.

"I haven't thought it out. Hey, come on, this is all so fucking crazy fast! Only a couple of days!"

She almost cried but caught her breath.

"Okay, off the top of my head. I want my best friends." She kissed the twins. "I want my family. I don't know if I want to leave Kansas forever yet. Maybe, maybe... But do I want enough money to do anything? Of course!"

"Like I said," Stan said, "any college, any sin city, any desert island on Earth, it's yours. Tanya and Talia will be rich too, not quite as rich, but you won't need to buy them stuff. Reward or punish the deserving. Travel, and see and do exotic stuff. Lots of stuff is out there. Do you want stuff?"

"I used to want a pony but I was little then. I think I want a motorcycle. And a full set of... but no, those won't mean anything, will they? I could buy a bunch of sex slaves, couldn't I? Keep a few in each of my castles. Trade them in."

"I'll be your slave," Lazlo offered. Lazy is such a pig.

"Yeah, I want to go places, the places I've only seen in pictures. A world tour. Macchu Picchu, Kerala, Victoria Falls, Paris, Fiji - but Rotaruta is right next door, and I can go in a couple days, can't I? But if I go I'll miss a couple days of school. And I don't want to leave my best friends again, or be far from my family."

She squeezed the twins' thighs tighter.

"If you guys are in San Bernardino, then I'm in San Berdoo too."

I had to butt in.

"You guys know this isn't sustainable, right? Talia and Tanya, your condo with Kaylee and Nikki, it's no secret. It'll be a global magnet next month when your pop music is released. You'll draw crazies from all over. K-Y Jam will HAVE to find a safe home and it won't be here - the Rancho is no secret, either. Maybe a secured estate and theater somewhere. Maybe Trump Tower."

That drew groans.

"You're in this too, Megan," Stan said. "Even if you don't play the pop sessions, your piping so far will make you rich. You can continue your botany studies anywhere - or even start an institute for research and exploration. I know you're not so tight into K-Y Jam - sorry, girls, it's true - but the singers will love you forever, and so will the rest of us, and so will the money. There's no escape. 'You can check out anytime you want but you can never leave.' Fuck, that's just too true."

Stan looked at me. "I know we're in a bubble and it will pop. Soon, probably."

"You're leaving," I said. "This summer. You'll sell Rancho Relaxo me. You'll visit occasionally." I was ready to cry.

"You're logical," he said. "I like that in a welder."

"But Pam, and Jeri, and Lorna, and Mari, and their kids, they'll go with you! I've fucking overbuilt here! I'll have to run a boarding school to fill the place!" I did cry.

Lazlo asked, "Shall I pass out the cyanide capsules now?" Lazy is such a pig.

Imani held the twins tight. "I go with my best friends. Where they are, I am."

Tanya looked at Talia. They nodded. Tanya said, "Pam and Jeri, and Lorna and Mari, want to be with our Dad. We want to be with our Dad and Mom. And Kaylee and Nikki want to be with us. But we won't live in Trump Tower."

I felt a headache coming on. That fucking logic!

Megan knelt before Lazlo in his soft club chair. "Uncle Stan is busy but you'll do. Can I borrow Lazy awhile, Anny? Not for too long" She did not wait before sucking him to quick stiffness. She sat back on him and put his cock inside her. "Oh yeah..."

He pinched her tits and bit her neck. Lazy is such a pig. But he is mine, mostly.

"Oh yeah," Megan repeated, and sighed. "I'm at UC Riverside because Mom is here, not too far away. But Mom will go with Stan. And yeah, K-Y Jam can go on without me, mostly. I miss Tucson. I could finish my botany program there. I left a boyfriend there, his sister is a top composer, and maybe I could get him back. Maybe he hasn't hooked up, or if he has, maybe I'll like her. But yeah, it's all so crazy. Hey Lazy, no hickeys!" She climbed down. "I'll just blow you now."

Carole stood from her new husband's lap. His cock was wet and stiff. Jeez, that man has endurance! I went to him, slid his thick dick in me, and leaned back.

"My turn," I said. "I want you while you're here. Bite me." He bit me. Oh fuck.

"Best friends for fucking ever," Imani said, and rose. She led the twins to the couch and lay on her back. She opened her legs. "Tanya, c'mere." She held her arms out. "Talia, up here. Just like in Kansas."

One blonde twin nuzzled the half-black girl's groin and lovingly licked her pussy. The other twin carefully settled on her dark face. The twins stroked her café-a-lait body, and she theirs. They were so beautiful!

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I worked through the logic. That bastard! Stan was way ahead of me. His cock felt great inside me. I squeezed his balls. He grunted but did not cum.

"Did you enjoy watching us suffer? You're a shit! You won't move, will you? You'll buy up land for a buffer and fortify the Rancho. Like that old rockstar's place above Pioneertown where you found the singers, only tighter. You'll pave your heliport and add a hangar - and let Sony build K-Y Jam that theater in Las Vegas. A tower with a helipad on top."

He tongued my ear. I shivered, and thought some more.

"And you and the singers will endow chairs for professors Newt and Babs Moon at an upgraded UNLV botany program, just for Megan. Maybe get her psycho boyfriend to transfer from Tucson, maybe not. That depends how much the other girls like him. And..." (my thoughts fumed) "...you'll deed a small lot to Tahne'e to build a Rotarutan consular office. And you'll probably want ME to be the honorary sub-consul!"

He tongued my other ear and laughed, the bastard!

"It'll be just inside the inner wall, with the main gate. Sovereign territory. Diplomatic immunity. Justification for security, something The Agency can't touch without staging a coup in Tu'palo. And more than that. Hey, get ready!"

He pressed my hand to my vulva and pinched and bit me just right. I groaned and came. The bastard!

"More than that. Tahne'e will fly all the family women to Auckland to give birth. The kids will have New Zealand and Commonwealth citizenship as well as Rotaruta and USA. Tahne'e financed a medical center there. Official friends owe him; the place here will be a New Zealand consular office too. You'll be sub-consul for TWO nations, and the Commonwealth. Up the Queen!"

He laughed again, quietly. "When Lazy quits cumming in my niece's mouth, I'll ask him if he'd like Feherways LLC to expand from just his little gyroplane into the helicopter business. Based at Yucca Valley airport, sure."

I climbed off and knelt, facing his juicy, still-stiff dick. I sucked and pumped him and got a good spurt of not-too-bleachy semen before long.

"That's two," I said. "I want jambalaya on Wednesday."

Talia, riding Imani's tongue, turned her head.

"Shut up now, you guys. Oh fuck. Oh fuck..."

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MEGAN

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I knew my uncle Stan had some hidden tricks. But he sure can be mean. Leading on Anny like that! But it's a good plan. I'll just have to be totally anonymous at UNLV, not let ANYONE suspect I'm in K-Y Jam. I'll go disguised whenever I'm with them and not private.

Whatever other plans he had for the day were not mentioned. We adjourned to the dunking tank's clean water and soaked awhile, chatting, joking.

Imani is what? Stan's second cousin, and my and the twins' third cousin or something. Imani sat real close to her not-too-close cousin. One hand held his mouth to hers. The other moved underwater. She was jerking him.

He pulled his face away. "Hey, what-"

"Shut up, Stan-O," she said, and pulled his face back to continue playing tonsil tag and rock-a-cock. Then she took a deep breath and dove underwater. Stan's eyes widened, then closed. Imani was under for almost a minute. She surged up, gasped, inhaled, and dove again. Stan obviously orgasmed before long.

She surfaced. "That's three, Stan-O," she said. "I want teriyaki on Wednesday."

=====

We sent out for pizza Wednesday. The promised meals would wait till after the state wedding.

The wedding went fine. Most of the official guests drank too much. The other wives of Tahne'e were all beauties, and very friendly to us. Very friendly. But we were not admitted to the 'consummation' ceremony. That was private.

We flew back on Tuesday - corporate jets serve excellent snacks - so the twins and I missed two days' classes. Embossed invitations to a royal wedding around the world on Easter were not accepted as excuses but we will not be in these schools much longer. Imani will not retreat again to Kansas; Stan will have her stuff shipped out.

Shock! Carole and the twins DID go to Kansas the day after we returned. Some family emergency they MUST deal with.

And that left me nervous. K-Y Jam is scheduled for a Really Big Show in Las Vegas this weekend - our pop music premiere. Stan is doing stuff. That leaves me as the backing player. I know tunes and chords on melodica for a number of Imani's songs but... but I'm no performer, not really. I hope I can handle it.

=====

I cut class Friday and drove to the singers' condo to play with them - not rehearsals, just playing with lyrics, melodies, harmonies. Damn, but we sounded incredible! We slept fitfully in their big bed - jitters got us.

Sony put us on a jet copter Saturday. The pilot told us not to make music or we would crash. I think we all dozed a little.

I freaked out, as my grandma Ursula would say, four hours before showtime. I could not help myself. I had to call Stan.

"Funny farm; qua-"

"Stan! Uncle Stan! Help!"

"Megan! Hon! What's the matter? Are you hurt?"

"Uncle Stan! Oh shit, oh shit, I just don't think I can do this by myself. I don't-"

"Stop! Whatever it is, I'll be there. What do you need?"

"I don't think I'm up to playing, to playing..."

"Lazy has his FlyMobil here. I'll be there with a mandola in under two hours. Calm down. Archduke Stanley Kamehameha Ovshinsky to the rescue!"

I tried to calm down. I do not think chamomile tea helped. We had rooms on this tall hotel's top floor; its helipad was on the roof. I sat at the window staring west. The singers - my partners, dammit! - held me and hummed in my ears. That helped.

I saw Lazy's gyroplane approach, heard it land, and thought, "What did I do?"

Stan hugged me. Oh damn, he is so strong! Nikki and Kaylee hugged us. Lazlo hugged us. Stan sang a line from one of Imani's verses. I knew that tune. I sang too, just the chord roots - I can't sing, not really. Kaylee and Nikki sang with us. We went to heaven. Lazy gasped.

I felt better then.

"Domino masks for us," Stan said, and fitted them to me and him. We were escorted to the ballroom and its video cameras. The singers were spot-lit in their brilliant gowns; Stan and I sat in darkness in our ninja wear.

We waited. I thought of a lively verse of Imani's and started on melodica. Stan added a chop-chord rhythmic part on mandola. We had not played anything like this before. Nikki's mezzo told the first couplet; Kaylee's soprano took the next. Then their voices moved together - and I felt a hot wave of orgasmic joy.
We fucking ROCKED! And the next tune that came to me, and the next that Stan started, and then me again, oh fuck, we were GREAT!

The audience thought so too. They roared after each number. All except the last. I felt something... so I blew a slow, sad, renaissance elegy. The singers rode it wordlessly. The audience was crying.

Kaylee and Nikki bowed. We all left the stage. The audience roared. And more.

Stan asked, "Any idea for an encore?"

I said, "Let's go do one."

We hugged and went back onstage, the singers to the lights, San and I to the dark. The audience still roared.

Stan had given strict orders that he and I were NOT to be lit by the stage crew. A spotlight moved toward us. Stan pulled a pellet pistol and shot it out. The audience gasped but shut up when the light exploded.

What came to me was a fast, non-trivial ragtime piece, one of my great challenges. But I felt perfect tonight. Stan's chop-chord cadence was perfect. Nikki and Kaylee's scat-singing was perfect. We cooked. We stomped that ballroom flat.

Wait, it is True Confessions time. I was NOT perfect. I missed a few notes - too many, I thought. That piece is even hard on a full piano with a trained player. But Kaylee and Nikki and Stan caught my goofs and made them part of the tune, like they were intended, like Charles Ives' Variations on My Country 'Tis of Thee. How did they do that? The singers say telepathy. I cannot argue.

So we finished. The singers bowed and we walked off. We let the security cordon get us and Lazy out to the elevator and back to our room alive. And that is when I broke down.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh what happened oh what did I do what did I do?"

Kaylee held me. "You drove the whole fucking show."

Nikki kissed me. "You picked most music. You made us happen."

Stan squeezed me. "Do you think desert plants will get you higher than this?"

His cellphone beeped. "Oh shit." He flipped it open. "What? WHAT? Don't shit me. WHAT? Up its ass, that's where. A red-hot poker. Yeah, yeah. Fuck off."

His face was gray. "Ladies. Lazy. This is critical. Like, real world critical. The Agency... No, belay that. You heard nothing. Everything is fine. But I must run."

Three security goons stood in the hall guarding our door.

"I need your secure commo room," Stan said urgently. "NOW!"

He flashed an I.D. card. The oldest guard blanched and said, "This way, sir."

"Woah," Lazlo said to Stan's vanishing back. He flipped open his own phone and punched numbers.

"Anny, listen. Something's happened and Stan is dealing with it... no, not here, but... yeah, we won't be back tonight. I'll be in Vegas till I hear otherwise. Oh, the show was miraculous, the best ever. Security is even keeping the Sony guys away. They're animals. Everything you said would happen WILL happen. Yeah. I'll call as soon as I know anything. Love you, cuz. Bye."

He looked at us. "Hey ladies, I'm going--"

"You are going nowhere," Nikki said.

She and Kaylee tugged his arms. I pushed his butt into the bedroom suite and shut the door.

Kaylee hugged and kissed him. "You brought Stan here - and his being here ignited Megan's magic. You are responsible. You will not leave here tonight."

Nikki brought iced champagne in from the outer room. She set the bucket on a table and started undoing Lazlo's trouser belt.

"We are not going to fuck you," Nikki said. She pushed his pants around his ankles. "We fucked Stan not long ago and we have pledged. But we ARE going to suck you to death. And you ARE going to lick us to death. No complaints."

I pulled his light jacket and shirt off and shoved him on the king bed. Kaylee pulled his shoes and bunched pants off. She rolled naked Lazy to the center.

"Stay!" she ordered. She stripped off her gown, fell on him, and sucked.

I liked what he could do with his tongue. "Stay," I said. I shed my ninja garb and sat on his face. I think he enjoyed my crotch sweat and other flavors.

Nikki's gown hit the floor and her mouth joined Kaylee's on his cock. They worked slowly, painstakingly, teasingly, sucking and licking, up and down and around. He almost lacked the focus to slurp me to orgasm. But he managed.

I moved off his face and slapped Nikki's ass. She took my old position. He squeezed her boobs. I sucked his scrotum, trading that and cock-licking tasks with Kaylee. We tortured him.

When Nikki squealed and fell off Lazy's mouth, Kaylee took over, moving into a 69 on top of him. I knew well how that felt. Not bad, not bad.

Nikki held me. "We were not wrong to marry you," she whispered between kisses. "You are so special, so magical. You are us. We are you. We are one." We clenched, and kissed, and rubbed pussies, and 69'd. I loved her taste and she seemed to appreciate mine. We slurped and fingered happily.

We all usually made love after a performance. Tonight felt wondrous. Tonight, I knew I belonged. I WAS K-Y Jam.

But I also belonged with Lazy Lazlo Feher, fuck-cousin and new groom of the Rancho's housemother Anathea. Kaylee groaned an orgasm but did not suck him harder. I pushed her ass off his head and her mouth off his cock and took her place.

"Help me," I said, and licked his shaft. The singers lay between his spread legs. My mouth, Nikki's mouth, and Kaylee's mouth, triple-licking his lucky dick while his tongue did nice things to my pussy. Very nice. I oozed all over him.

He came. I got the first spurt, Kaylee the second, Nikki the third, and then our mouths were together on his dickhead and we shared his semen. He was bleachier than Stan but not too terrible.

I rolled off him. We all kissed his shrinking dick. He sat up.

"Can I have some champagne now?"

Poor baby!

===== [Sunday after Easter]

We drank more champagne overnight, spilled some on skin, had to lick it off, went overboard and licked other places, and managed some three-way and four-way daisychains. Nothing outside disturbed us overnight. We slept in late. Room service threaded past the guards with a not-too-bad breakfast.

We four wore drab clothes and large sunglasses when we elevatored down and strolled the hotel's environs. Newspaper headlines blared of a political mess somewhere. Below the fold were pictures of... Nikki and Kaylee spot-lit in brilliant gowns. We were the talk of Las Vegas. L.A. and N.Y. Times had K-Y Jam on page two. We absorbed some sunshine and returned to our lair.

Lazy called Stan twice but went straight to voicemail. Stan reappeared around noon. He looked like shit.

"You do NOT want to know," he said wearily. "But we done good. Hold me, ladies..." (we clutched and soothed him) "...and then Lazy, take me home. Sony wants you ladies to do another show tonight. They are posting a LOT of cash to your accounts. And to Imani's - she'll soon find she was a star last night, and she'll shine again when you play her stuff from now on. But you don't NEED me here and I have some serious unwinding ahead. Let's go, Lazy."

We hugged and kissed and loved Stan and Lazy, and then they were gone... but not before Stan snarled at some suits, from Sony I guess, "Stay the fuck out of their faces. You have problems, call Ellise. It's her job to deal with you shits, not the ladies'. Fuck with them, we'll jump to Warners and that's a promise."

I looked westward from the suite's big window. The gyroplane sailed to the horizon. A piece of my heart flew with it.

The singers held me.

"You can do it," Nikki said. "You can make magic with us. You ARE us. Stan helps. Talia and Tanya help. But you did everything right last night, and when it wasn't right, it was right anyway. You felt what we felt and you pushed us and we melted together. Last night could not happen without you. Tonight will happen with you."

"Let's do some music,' I said.

I did not pipe my melodica. I sang a boo-dada-boo-dada-boo bit of doo-wop. Their voices filled it in, extrapolated it, carried it to impossible heights, and let it down like a baby on a feather cushion. I finished humming, and held them.

"We can do it," I said. My tears were of joy.

"Let's make love," Kaylee said.

And we did. And again.

We stomped the hotel ballroom into rubble again that night. It was fun.

Ellise to us came afterward. She told us how much money we were making. She MUST have misplaced some decimal points. Were we really worth that much? She said yes. She was glowing, With her percentage, she SHOULD be fucking overjoyed.

We jet-coptered to Rancho Relaxo after the show. Ellise held some vapid suits at bay so we rode in peace, and they continued to L.A. Chopper noise did not wake Stan. Imani and I snuggled with Nikki and Kaylee. We were just right.

===== [Monday]

Breakfast. Pam and Jeri dressed for work; the rest of us ate naked. Stan smiled but looked weary. He put on cargo shorts, poured a tall mug of rum-spiked coffee, went into his office, and closed the door.

"More data to massage," he said.

Lazy's bosses wanted him in the office, probably to blow him for all the K-Y Jam investment money he was funneling into their coffers. He gyroplaned away to San Diego after Anny and Imani double-blew him.

Anny threw scraps of leather on her all-freckled body, strapped Callista in a papoose pack, and went to her barn to weld more vaguely obscene sculptures for well-paying corporate clients.

Lorna and Mari pecked at laptop keyboards on small desks in their shared room. They would have more living and office space when Anny's expansion proceeded. Lorna thought to call her publishing imprint RELAXED INK.

"Ellise says I own total rights to my verses," Imani told Lorna. "You could be my publisher." Imani licked Lorna's swollen nipples.

"We'd have to dig vaults to store all the cash that flows in," Lorna said. She kissed Imani's mouth and stroked her back. "Are you trying to drown me in filthy lucre? Can we hide in caves here?"

Kaylee and Nikki lounged naked in the greatroom's sheet-music alcove, poring over obscure scores, and OOHing and AAHing. They loved his library.

I dragged Imani outside to the dunking tank. We soaked, kissed, and talked.

"I am fucking delirious," Imani said. "I have been here from my Kansas exile for two point five fucking weeks. You and I were unknown distant cousins and now we are like sisters. My first weekend here was royal and group weddings and orgies. My second weekend was a royal wedding in the fucking South Pacific. My third weekend, I watched a video feed..." (thanks to Stan) "...of superstars, my sister-wives, making supermusic with my words - and YOU did it. I've fucked family and friends and goddam fucking royalty, and now some of my family ARE goddam fucking royalty. And I am almost rich already. I can live with my forever best friends and do whatever I want. I can go evil. I can be my evil twin. As Carole says, it's hard to process."

"I got caught in this four months ago, when the singers found we were telepathic like they are with my uncle Stan - and you," I said. Our tongues touched and danced. "They were great already. Then the twins, your forever best friends, showed up, and they were even greater. They reunited their long-lost folks, Stan and Carole. Now you're here and I don't know how we can get any more perfect. Even without a family of royals."

I pulled Imani from the tank.

"Almost everyone is gone or busy. Let's go inside and make love. We'll drag Nikki and Kaylee in with us."

So we did.

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Next: Something or other. Lots of babies. Lots of adult sex. Probably incest. I'll figure it out when I can see again.

Author's note: This story by Hypoxia Smurf is copyright (c) 2018. I tried to get details right, even what I invented. I hopefully caught most typos; my next eye surgery .happens right after I submit this. Your constructive comments, suggestions, fantasies, and bribes are welcome, really. I am begging you! If you like this tale, join the 1% and VOTE!