Synopsis of "The Night Manager" by John LeCarre'

Le Carre's book takes thirty five year old Jonathon Pine, who is trying to escape uncomfortable memories from his past, into an undercover venture to attempt to bring the "worst man in the world", Dick Roper, to justice. Pine is a man of many parts, and eventually falls under the spell of Roper's mistress, Jebediah. They fail in their mission to get Roper, and Jonathon is beaten nearly to death, but they eventually find solace in each other on a rocky pinnacle in West Cornwall, hiding from both their pasts. Pine's recruiter is Leonard Burr, a down to earth Yorkshireman who is dedicated to destroying Roper, and his ilk.

The novel is one of LeCarre's most romantic, and is the beginning of his recent imaginings(?) of worldwide conspiracies among unlikely crooks. But I have always felt that I didn't read enough about the subsequent relationship between the confused, sensual, yet adorable Jeb, and the somber, multi-talented, brooding Jonathon.

Herewith, Whiff steps bravely into the vacuum.

One

His romantic demon coveted desperately these occasions when she would return from a surrepetitious visit with her ailing parents. She always contrived to arrive at sundown, in time for dinner, and he always went full out. The mussels ala Mama Low, the steak au poivre, the carrot cake. And afterwards, the long sweet night with no demands on tomorrow's time.

Jeb had the uniquely english beauty which came in a package, a tall, slender body with surprisingly heavy breasts, long legs, and chestnut hair which she was letting grow in a vain attempt to hide her lovely, sensual features. "A reasonably good looking girl gets a lot of attention, Jonathon, and I was never terribly certain of myself, as you have pointed out to me on occasion. I do think I have a sensual nature though. I must say I never expected you to be such a good fuck, you seemed so well controlled. Oh my, that's quite nice darling. Quite........ahhhhhhh.......nice."

When they first got to their little shack, two rooms and a loo, their love making was frantic and enthralling, trying to make up for time lost. Even though he was recovering, his stocky body healing faster than his damaged, pugnacious face, she would mount him as he lay staring up at her, his heart full of need, and she would smile as they climbed a ladder of desire they were still not sure they had. He would prod her self examination, and his own, as they lay gasping together afterwards, while she would worry that she was hurting him. He would reassure her, even though she did indeed touch the wrong places some times, but he found he didn't care. She liked to imitate the arch, high handed conversation she had practiced with Roper, as a way of showing him her disdain for a past that haunted them both, but quixotically nurtured the obsession they felt for each other.

At least that was what Jonathon called it, obsession. He was somehow afraid to call it love, for not only did he fear his own understanding of their bond, he wasn't sure she understood it as something outside the usual affection she slipped into so easily. Jeb avoided even a mention of their feelings, instead letting him jibe her gently about little habits from the past, affectations which had become second nature to her, and as she realized their artificiality, she would bite her lip and whisper, "I'm trying darling. You know I am. And its working, don't you think? I feel much more, oh, open. I'm not afraid to show myself to you. Imagine, me, an aristocrat, with an army sergeant. Really, darling, we should invent a more interesting past for you. You could play the role of a Prussian cavalry officer and noble quite nicely I think. Though Jonathon, now really, you must learn to sit a horse. That would go with the story. A Prussian cavalry officer does not bounce."

There were certain times, however, when he couldn't imagine life without her. Although she was not a sailor, as he became well enough to take the twenty foot skiff out into the bay, she would sit beside him and squeal with pleasure when they were racing before the wind, tilted nearly into the sea. Her shirt plastered to those lovely tits, squinting into the spray, with an excited smile as she imagined the situation was dangerous, yet never seeming to be afraid. "I can tell when someone's good at something dear, and you are good at this." They would kiss as the wind whistled, and the salt water in their mouthes made the contact unforgettable. It was then that he thought about love.

But tonight was about lust. She had arrived a bit unkempt from her long drive, kissed him briefly, eyed the kitchen's contents, smiled her blazing smile to him, and said "I must shower and dress for you, my love. Give me fifteen minutes." But she would always take thirty, emerging from the bedroom in clinging outfits designed to provoke him. Tonight was a red strapless silk thing she had retrieved from home, he supposed. Her nipples, pubic bone, and navel were on vivid display. She walked in that longstepped way to the chair he was holding for her, put her hand on his face, and sat herself, wiggling her butt. Then she looked over her shoulder with her fuck me smile and whispered "Can you wait, darling? I think I can, but just barely." They had ruined a couple of meals when they couldn't.

But they ate a relaxed, elegant meal in the rustic confines of the small, yet well maintained cabin which had had a few improvements courtesy of the Whitehall budget of 1991. She told him about her parents, about a man she imagined might have been following her, and the lengths she went to escape him. She had written down the number, so that Burr could check during his next visit. He described a walk during which a couple of the locals, in their countryside way, had quizzed him about his relationship to Jack Linden, an alternate identity now wanted in several countries. "I visited three stores to find the meat. I wonder if Burr can bring in a good butcher." It was one of their jokes, for surely they owed their lives to Leonard Burr.

As she finished her second piece of cake, "Just a sliver, dear", they rose together and dumped their dishes into the small sink. He had the rest of the pots and pans already cleaned and put away, for he knew how intolerant she was of delay on evenings like this. He could hardly hide his erected cock, and she eyed it rather outrageously, then reached under her arm to unzip the dress. Her eyes hooded and she sighed as the bodice dropped to her waist, revealing those gorgeous breasts. They had another joke about moments like this, that her "aristocratic whore", or "oversexed duchess" persona emerged still intact.

She had gained a little weight in their hiding, and it had given her figure a new voluptuousness. Her tits had certainly grown slightly, and her hips, in spite of her constant riding, were more womanly. She had never been self conscious, and now as she leered at him, with her chest exposed, the nipples stiff in the cool air, and her hips rotating ever so slightly, he felt that surge of need, attraction, and desire she had always caused, and embraced her roughly.

She grunted as he collided with her, then kissed him with open mouthed passion, gasping, as he pinched a nipple with one hand and the other held her against him. They were nearly the same height when she wore heels, and the kiss went on and on, comfortable, erotic. As always, his head spun as they stood there, wanting each other even more than twelve months ago when they had arrived. "Come on, Jonathon. You have a long night ahead of you. And let me warn you, there are no knickers under this dress, in case you hadn't noticed, but there is a tampon inside me. You know I can't get near you without getting wet, don't you? Yes I know you do, you naughty man." After that, conversation stopped.

In the bedroom, on these occasions, they had a routine which suited them and never seemed stale.

As she approached the bed, she pushed the dress down her legs, not without difficulty, and threw herself down, legs spread, well short of the head. She reached down, extracted the tube of the tampon, and threw it at him as he tore off his clothes. He caught it and sucked the juice which had indeed been absorbed in it. It tasted like Jed. His heart soared again.

Her pussy had been shaved fashionably up to six months ago, but she had let it grow, as somehow more fitting for their rural retreat. So there was a thick column in the middle of a wispy triangle, though she insisted on keeping the area around her cunt lips smooth. He leaned down to smell her, seeing the wet, thin slice of pink seeming to wink at him, as he straddled her head. He heard her murmur "Jonathon", then felt her begin to suck in his cock, feeling little swipes of her tongue, as he licked up the gash of her cunt. Her hips jumped when he came to the top, and he raised his head to watch the clitoris extend, seeming to pop out of its sheath. He had always thought that with such a large, responsive sex organ, it was amazing she hadn't gotten in more trouble than she had.

He began to lick and then suck vigorously, for this would be her first climax of the night. She was incredibly sensitive when she had been away nearly a week, and her orgasm was not long in coming. His cock popped out of her mouth as she groaned and grunted, humping to his mouth while her torso twisted and writhed in passion. It went on and on, and after savoring the tart gush from her twat, he pivoted to watch her lovely face with the twisted smile she seemed only to get in the throes of her passion. "I always pledge I'm going to hold off, darling, like you do, but I can't seem to manage it. I mean its you, and it feels so good, and, well, it just is too strong to resist. You are good for me, you know."

Then they kiss, sharing her taste, as he caresses her heated body while she holds his penis lovingly. It is a small resting period that presages their next step, as he mounts her and their bodies merge, united in their desire. He dominates this time, stroking gently at first, feeling her encompass him, while she settles her legs on his calves to help her surge to him as they rise. She repeats his name constantly, and they share the wonder of their survival, and this glorious joining. She waits for him, whispering "Go ahead, darling, fill me, stay with me Jonathon, own me darling, own my puss, it's yours yours,.........yes , god, oh shoot it in me , ahhhhhhhhh......." Their completion is not as frantic as her first, but they are together, and it is long lasting, seeming to unite them in an overwhelming sphere of pleasure.

In his past, this had been enough for an evening, but she had changed him, holding him, cooing softly, keeping him inside her even though he had shrunk. "You recover very nicely, darling. I think there's an animal hiding in there, between the civility and the romantic. I know there is, I've seen it. I'm ready for the animal, Jonathon."He feels her cunt squeezing him in a rhythmic way. "I suppose you know you're rather big, don't you? But you don't think about it. I would love to see you, just once, parade it for me, show it off, advertise your masculinity. But even if you don't, my dearest, I know it's there. Perhaps that's what I can help you discover, while you teach me what I am. Aside from your whore, Jonathon. Always your whore."

They did not have a routine past this point, and one or the other would often seek some new ways of finding thrills. Their first experiment with sodomy, "My bum is a virgin darling, you must take it.", surprising them both with the pleasure they got from it. When he regained his strength, he liked to pick her up, and hold her while standing, or leaning against a wall, while she bounced on his rigid prick. The first time he had done that, after feeling the flood of fluid from her climax, he lowered her to the bed as she whispered "Oh Jonathon, my bull, god." She loved being on top of him, sometimes lying, sometimes squatting, opening and closing her legs.

Tonight, she pulled a dildo from its hiding place under the bed. When she twisted the end and it began to hum, he made a face. She smiled and whispered "Wait until you see how I use it darling. Its not a replacement for you, but a supplement. Did you notice my bum was greasy? I told you it would be a long night." Her smile was dazzling as she twisted to her hands and knees, and leaving the little plastic cylinder on the bed, pulled the cheeks of her firm, delectable ass apart.

Jonathon gently eased his cock into her tight anal passage, burying it as she sighed. He leaned over her back, his hands covering her breasts, tingling as he began to fuck, her body tight as always but welcoming in some perverse way. Suddenly, he felt vibration, and even more tightness, and realized she had inserted the dildo into her foaming snatch, and was wiggling her hips fiercely as her groans echoed in the room. He found himself riding a wild woman out of her mind with spasmodic pleasure. Their passion seemed to escalate beyond control as they rutted mindlessly, minutes on end, lost in whirling passion. "My god, my god, oh Jonathon stay with me darling, aiyeeeeeeee.........."He could feel spasms in her ass even as he felt the dildo ejected by her cunt, as her cum boiled through her. He fought for control, but her climax seemed to be never ending, and he finally whispered "You've done it, Jeb, here I ....mmmmmmmm."

As he lay beside her after this strenuous hour and a half, their closeness seemed to him at its most intense. Though he had never said it to her, he thought their love making confirmed rather than consummated their relationship. She cuddled and wiggled, content to plant small kisses wherever was convenient. Finally she sighed, as she realized that her best efforts would probably not succeed in reawakening his soft member, and said "Well alright old man, that will be quite enough." Then she paused, and Jonathon's antenna went up immediately. She was going to make one of her pronouncements, something she had been thinking about, and wanted him to agree to. But it was actually something he could quickly, and gladly, agree to. "Darling, I stopped the pills last week. So it could well be that you just made a little Pine. I do hope so Jonathon. You can send me away, you can curse me forever, but I want a child, your child. I don't care if we marry, I don't care if you desert me, I want to raise your child and watch him grow." She never asked him what he thought about her pronouncements, since they were usually their principal topic of conversation for several days.

But now he lay thinking that against all good sense, he was filled with a happiness he had thought unavailable to him. Suddenly, there might be a future. There could be a life of some normalcy. He could talk to Burr, perhaps some new developments might let them rejoin, in some tentative way, the human race. He turned to Jed and embraced her, feeling his cock suddenly stiffen into the space between her thighs, choking in his unfamiliar joy. "I would love a child, Jeb. Ours."

Her leg moved over him, and she reached down to insert him inside her. As her pussy engulfed his raging tool, and their mouthes locked together, he felt tears wetting his face. He wasn't sure whose they were.

Two

Two weeks later they were sipping coffee, both a little down. She had started her period the night before. He was, as usual, more stalwart than she, and talked instead of Burr's visit. "He seemed rather excited on the phone. I'm not sure what an Eton Don can do to rival his old life, but he would not have called out of school if something weren't brewing. And he's bringing Rooke. That's a sign."

She asked "Mightn't that shakeup of the new cabinet have something to do with it? Perhaps our Leonard is back in favor. God knows he did in that bastard Bradshaw, with his own people."

Jonathon shrugged. "He might not tell us if he were, just spin out some story. He's all spy and a mile wide." She frowned at his contraction. But she brightened when he suggested a sail on the morning tide. Burr always came for dinner. Jonathon had learned his culinary trade very well.

"Oh let's darling. I brought a new bikini from home, and its a nice warm day. If you're nice, I'll take off the top for you."

Burr had to admit he felt a surge of attraction every time he saw Jebediah. She had never lost the kind of english gentlewoman enthusiasm she projected as she came loping down to embrace him, and shake hands with Rooke. But he was unable to work up any jealousy towards Jonathon. He had seen brave men, and foolish men, and talented men, but thought Jonathon the best combination of these he had ever known. He had feared that Jonathon would lose the capacity for illusion when he first escaped Roper, but time had given him back his imagination. Yet his smile of greeting was still the reserved, careful thing that only partially hid his independence.

Burr knew he had no real hold on them. They were in fact totally devoted to each other, and to no other. Pine had a carefully hidden bank account, and her parents were going to leave Jeb a substantial estate. They were joined in the turmoil of the past, their intimate knowledge of each other's sins and failures, and their shared hate for Roper and his ilk. Burr had, through his contacts in the shadow world, arranged their false identities, though Jeb's cover was shallow. But they seemed content here in this rustic, remote hideaway, and he sometimes sensed that Jonathon was waiting for a chance to go to war once again. He harbored an anger that Burr knew to be fierce, and unresolved. He was counting on that.

But he bided his time with small talk and gossip from Whitehall. "They are still really overgrown adolescents, though Mrs. Thatcher did her job well. The market forever, and bugger any government interference. Rex is sort of coasting to retirement, but there are still a couple of believers scattered about. And he has me buried so deep no one can find me." They were still sipping cocktails, with Jed and Jonathon relaxing on the wooden couch and Rooke and Burr in chairs. From the first, Pine had insisted that Jeb always hear their plottings. "She must grow up, Leonard. And I don't want to ever surprise her."

Finally, as they gushed over Jonathon's "langoustine locale", the base for which he somehow contrived to trap in a local spring, Burr charged into the breach. "We've discovered that Roper has not exactly retired from the scene, old chap. To wit, he has charged a cousin of Lord Langbourne the job of finding you two. There is something a trifle mysterious about that, since the man lives within thirty miles of this very spot. I hope it is but chance, though that stretches credulity a tad, don't you think? Aha, but Leonard to the rescue, an old chum has prevailed on the minority leader for a sanction on said renegade. Possession of state secrets, etcetera. So what do you say, old man? As a favor to Leonard? A forty mile sail up the channel, a sniper's justice, a little message for the Roper camp?" Silence settled over the table.

It was not quite off the wall for Jonathon, because Burr had occasionally averred to "little favors" which might come up that an ex-army, special force trained man could do for him. But this was a bald invitation to murder. It would not, of course, be Jonathon's first, nor his worst, though he had a somewhat strained and extended definition of murder. He sat there , staring at Burr, feeling his heart beat, sensing the abyss facing him, but with a fire of revenge burning bright in his gut. Before he could even sort out his feelings, Jeb pulled him from the table and into the bedroom, closing the door and pushing against him feverishly. She whispered savagely "I've met that man Jonathon. A true villain if ever there was one. Tell him you'll do it, that I can help you, and I promise you I will be your slave forever. Oh please, darling."
His mind strayed to another woman, asking him about his betrayal, his bold faced lie to her. One of his recent kills. With Jeb's body writhing against him, and her lips capturing his, Sophie whispered out of the great calm, "Do it, darling. For me, and for her too."

Which is how he found himself grounding the skiff on a sandbar near enough to a great manor house, with a breathless Jeb in tow, wondering at his foolishness, yet feeling the surge of pleasure to be at war once more. She had insisted on learning fighting skills with the knife she carried tucked in a sheath on her calf. "I mean, come now Jonathon, I'm not letting you go alone, and you don't expect me to go into battle without some weapons, surely. I already know how to kick a man in the balls, actually, so a knife is logical. An ideal thing for a woman, don't you think, kitchen utensils and all that?" She developed a surprising proficiency with the large jungle knife he gave her.

He carried the sharpshooter's rifle and telescopic site Rooke had dropped off two weeks before, "Cache it at sea, old boy, it will be very hot." His Hockler pistol was in its holster on his hip. The close observer was on the alert, searching the woods for signs of life, watching the woman for signs of fear, and both amazed and, despicably, pleased to find only anticipation. He slipped into the woods, not bothering with the night vision glasses Rooke thought necessary, the map in his mind, and the instructions always at the ready. "He'll appear around twelve, in his robe at the balcony. It's when he drinks his last brandy. You do want to be absolutely certain it's him, let Jeb confirm if she insists on going."

It turned out to be a rather easy shot. There was no wind, the woman who came out with him stayed well away, and Jeb whispered "That's the bastard, Jonathon. Mmmm, right between the eyes would be so poetic." They both watched, she through the binoculars and he through the sight, as the bullet exploded the regal visage, forever wiping the self satisfied grin away, along with most of the back of the noble head.

The guard who came running up as they trotted down the path toward the skiff threw him into jungle mode, as he tried to push Jeb aside and drew his pistol, but she instead walked toward the hired gun, and in her most arch, gentile, upper class voice, demanded of the man "What was that shot? Has something happened? Answer me, fool, what in hell is going on?" With that she reached him, grabbed his head and pressed her mouth to his as she struck into his chest with the knife, and Jonathon saw her shoulder strain as she tilted the blade upwards to sever the heart's connections. He had taught her this tactic in a frontal assault, but her enthusiastic quick thinking again, despicably, caused a surge of admiration for her pluck, and affection. As she let the man collapse, her hips were wiggling, and when she turned and came toward him, her smile contained triumph, excitement, and passion. Jonathon thought what a truly dangerous woman she had become, even as she embraced him desperately, to give him the kiss of life that only moments before had been the kiss of death. Yet he clutched her wildly, his heart again full of her indecent, savage pleasure.

On the sail back, as soon as he let her rise from hiding and they tacked into a speedy quartering for the point, she ripped his cock from his pants, pushed down her own, and sank onto him backwards. In the warm evening, salt spray causing a tingling touch of chill, and the motion of the boat somehow aiding her hips movements, she came within moments of his insertion, and then leaned back whispering "Oh Jonathon, I have never been so happy, fuck me darling, I'll wait, but don't be too long about it." He supposed, at the end of the day, he had never had so many thrills concentrated in one evening. Uncharacteristically, as he came into her amazingly wet pussy, they both screamed into the wind, though only the sea gods could hear their song.

Three

They were aboard the "Iron Pasha", headed for the Mediterranean Sea. "Eh" said Roper, "the fuck you talking, Sandy? Shot with a rifle on his own balcony? Did he have enemies we don't know about? Screwing some randy wife?" Even as he said it, he knew Lord Langbourne was right, it must have something to do with his search for the girl. Burr was imprisoned in a tiny set of rooms at Eton, Bradshaw was in exile, convicted and shunned by his former friends, and Roper's empire still hung by its toes. The lawlessness of the middle asian nations where he had planned to flog the dope was scandalous, and substantially reduced his profit. He'd often wondered whether Burr had somehow caused some of those troubles too, but Darker assured him it was all under control, even though Darker himself was less secure under his new masters.

"Sit down, man, and calm down. Lets think this through. Wait, lets get Corks in here. " Shortly, Major Corkoran, former army officer, former intelligence officer, full time fag, entered breezily. "Has Pine written all over it, though he's getting logistical support somewhere, Burr I don't doubt. Really old man, we ought to get Darker to find them, wherever they are, and just put an end to it. Nothing Burr can really do. Use professionals, off shore types. Next thing you know that creep will come at us."

Roper let his mind drift back to the pair, missing Jeb's sexy elegance, and even Pine's casual competence at everything. His mistake had been trying to use an empty headed noble, no matter how venal. "You're right, Corks. Let me get on to Darker, cut off his account until he finds them. Can't be that hard." Yet he felt a pang of regret for the two lonely lovers, sure they were at each other's throats by now. That woman could never manage without excitement, he thought.

The woman in question, at that moment, was standing nude in the hatch of the skiff's cabin, her arms gripping the overhead deck, her heavy breasts quivering with the skiff's slight roll. Her newly shaved pussy ("They'll shave it for the baby anyway, dear") was pushed forward by her stance, and she was leering at Jonathon. "I really think last night did it, darling. It just felt right, women know these things. But just to be sure, love, why not put the auto on and come down here for a quick nooner?" Jonathon found himself constantly surprised by her ability to seduce him even in circumstances that were dangerous, and his inability to resist her casual carnality. But they were well out to sea, and it was a gentle wind, so she was right, the auto would do for a few minutes.

She had demanded he teach her to shoot the rifle, which could only be done at sea. Otherwise, the noise would be heard up and down the Cornwall coast. She was getting rather good, he thought as he stumbled down the stairs, seeing her lewdly on display atop the table. He left his shirt on while he pushed off his shorts, and buried himself inside her, surprising her with his haste, yet bringing that erotic, burbling smile to her face as she took his weight. He muttered "What a horny, selfish bitch you are. You really have earned a spanking". Her face lit with anticipation, even as he felt her hips match his. "Just fuck me, Jonathon. You can torture me tonight. Actually, I may insist."

But Jonathon had taken some new precautions, little traps spread around at a distance from the cottage, trip wires that would both call an alarm and injure. Several shallow pits concealed by brush could easily seen by day, but were invisible by night. It seemed obvious to him that Roper and Darker would not take an assassination lightly, and he was not convinced of Burr's ability to keep their location secret. Shortly after their return from their adventure, once the glow had eased in Jeb's mind, he had sat her down and, sitting opposite her, spelled out the increased danger he was sure they were now exposed to, and also his reasons for wanting to stay here, rather than flee once again.

"When they come, they will be sloppy, thinking we'll not be ready. If we can somehow expose this octopus, perhaps Burr can finally bring them before some law. At least, we may be able to trace Roper. You see this 39 foot sloop advertised in at Fallons? With that boat we could sail into the Med and perhaps come upon the Iron Pasha. I've asked Rooke for some C-4, we could blow him out of the water." Her face had assumed a grave mien, matching his serious expression, but with her lover's plan to take the offensive, her excited leer returned.

"Just remember, darling, we go together. I shan't be denied my place at your side. If you die, I shall die with you, and either way we will know. Its not knowing I couldn't stand, Jonathon." So she was only momentarily surprised the night weeks later when he woke her with a hand covering her mouth. "They're here. Let's go." They slipped into the night, the world glowing green in their night goggles, she to the south, and he to the north. There were five and they were spread out, but as Jonathon had predicted, rather sloppy in their approach.

Jeb slit the throat of a bearded occidental who trapped himself in one of the pits, and Jonathon silenced two, one of whom he guessed to be the leader, bound and gagged at their rear. The other he dispatched with a garotte, a length of wire secured to two pegs, wrapping it around his throat. He had no pity for these paid cuthroats.

The remaining two, wondering where their mates were but anxious for the kill and its reward, ("You can play with the woman before you kill her, all we want is her finger"), charged in the house, causing the lights to blaze automatically, and presenting themselves as easy targets for Jonathon's silenced Hockler. He carefully let one flee the house, shooting him dead on the stone veranda, while Jeb tripped the other, and once again plunged the knife through the rib cage and into the cold heart hiding there. Jonathon smiled, accustomed now to the enthusiastic savagery of her actions.

There was a particular division of Scotland Yard which handled gang violence, and it conducted its queries with care. They took Burr's gentle guidance seriously, and soon were able to trace the source and means the villains had benefited from. Burr was brimming with enthusiasm several days later when he came to see them, and surprised to see a new boat moored on the beach below. "Well done, old man, keeping that bloke alive was a masterstroke. Things are aboil in Whitehall, and there are several rats deserting the ship. I think it shan't be long before we can clear your names, and find a more suitable home for you and your horses. Ummm, but what is that boat down there, Pine? It's a big'un. I hope this has nothing to do with that package Rooke brought down. What's that you say? Going to sea? Well of course I understand you feel safer there, but really old man, I'm sure we could arrange something. Yes, just off Gibraltar, and headed for Sicily. Just don't do anything silly, old man."

Four

Jeb huddled to his side as the boat slid smoothly through the sea, on the starboard tack she knew, feeling the incredible sense of belonging she always had when he embraced her. Not really that good looking, she thought, especially after those beatings, but the face of a good english bulldog. Strong, competent, without fear. She really did feel sexual heat anytime he was near, and thought she was finally getting him out of the shell he had built around his affections. He had told her about Sophie, Yvonne, and she tried to silently help him vent his guilty feelings.

But more than anything, she wanted to bind him to her. She wanted to believe he would always be there, his huge fat cock always ready to thrill her, his sarcastic wit always ready to bring her down from some new flight of fancy. She had moments when they were making love, and she was soaring in that unique way he caused, when she wanted to scream "I love you Jonathon, and you love me too you boob. Get over all that garbage, keep fucking me, and admit to me and to yourself, we are meant for each other." She had missed her last period, and when he heard the news, his smile, it seemed to her, came a little more quickly, with a little less reserve. Yet he reacted the way he always did, thinking first of practical things. "Then we'd best get a move on, eh old girl?"

The big boat moved silently yet speedily, ten knots he had said, and the special outfitting he had had done in Plymouth was paying off. They had intercepted radio signals from the Iron Pasha which gave her position off the tip of Sicily, moving East at only a knot or two, as Roper entertained potential customers. "There was one Italian who snuck a feel of my tit every time I got near him, darling. Roper just smirked. You have my permission in advance to kill anyone who henceforth takes such grimy liberties. Failing that, I shall insist that you maim him."

The long range radar had not yet picked up a signal, but Jeb snuggled closer to him, the cool night making his warmth and strength an almost palpable stimulation for her. "Darling, I know we're close, and you have things on your mind, but you really must fuck me tonight. We pregnant women have hormones which are completely out of control, I mean, I have to have a steady hand with the rifle one of these days, and you can't expect a horny woman to shoot straight." He looked down at her, and lowered his mouth for a gentle kiss. She thought his smile was happier than usual. I suppose he's anticipating battle, she thought, but at least some of it is for me. She hugged him even harder, but of course he didn't flinch.

He always amazed her at sea, seeming to know when the wind would change, walking without touching the safety lines even though the boat could swing wildly. His expression was always that relaxed yet vigilant look he got under duress, and it moved her in strange ways. It was as though his masculinity reached out and burrowed under her panties, tickling her clit, making her wild with need. And lately, even when she knew she was pushing him away from something nominally more important, he would accommodate her, so she knew he would tonight. He would heel the boat over, set the rudder so they still made progress, then silently take her in his arms, staring down at her with those penetrating eyes. Often he would pick her up with that amazing strength, lead her to the forward cabin, and gently satisfy her.

But other times he would grab her hair, bend her backwards on the after beam and push his hand down under her pants, fucking her with first two, and finally three fingers until she screamed in violent pleasure. Then he would pick her up, manhandle her to the small couch, and nearly rape her, satisfying himself, trusting her to accommodate him, which she always did with explosive results. These were often the times they would cum frantically together, which she thought rather extraordinary, and scream out their passion. She thought he only felt really free to express his rapture when they were totally isolated there in the heaving cabin, at sea.

They shared a sense of nearing resolution, a chance to grapple with the obscenities in both their pasts, and, finally, granted with new violation of the conventions of civilized living, bring their devils to heel. They had stated their intentions to each other clearly from the beginning: kill the bastard, and destroy his entourage. The plan was simple, and they talked, as co-conspirators, of the possible variations which chance might bring. But they both knew that a small misstep, a chance false step, or simple bad luck threatened the whole enterprise. Still, they shared a sense of needing this final inning, to climb to a clean slate, no matter the new ghost that might haunt them.

"You will be sure the boy isn't aboard, darling?" He would. "You shouldn't take too much of a chance at Roper, blasting him to small bits is just as sweet." He wouldn't. "You feel you can manage the rifle, even with a bit of a sea?" She could.

But tonight she had vowed she would show him her love by debasing her body for him in a new way. He had acquired a taste for the dildo, the buzzing and the nastiness of it piercing his restraint. She fed him a meal while he steered, keeping to what he called a bowline, and rubbed against him as he ate. Then she strutted with her most hip swinging walk to the door of the hatch, loosening the string of her bikini bra, and flashed her tits at him. "Darling, I really can't wait. Now come along like a good boy, I have a surprise for you." In the dark it was hard to see, but she thought she caught a hint of a grin from him, as she pranced into the cabin. She had taken down the table and pulled the cushions off the couch to form a bed, and pushed down her thong.

He came down to her after she felt the boat change course slightly, and stripped out of his shorts. She stood, arching her nude, voluptuous body for him, and whispered "We're going to do this right, darling, naked as Adam and Eve, maybe our last fuck." She minced up to him and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the muscular, scarred torso that made her gasp every time she saw it, thinking of the pain that he had endured, some of it for her. Then she guided his taut body to his back, that lovely thick cock sticking back toward his stomach, and engulfed it as she swung her hips over his head. They both loved to sixty nine, she because she always orgasmed, he because he loved her heady, tart pussy.

Jeb thought it particularly memorable tonight, she could feel herself gushing into his sucking mouth. His penis twitched and leaked in her mouth, and she savored the little drops of juice he oozed. But then, as always, she lost control of her body, and soared into a wild climax that left her shaking with relief and pleasure. She knew she filled his mouth with her own fluids, and that he liked her taste, but he never said so. She took it for granted that he would be willing to now use her body. She loved to feel like his sex toy.

She twisted around to lie on top of him, their stomachs wet from the juices of their mouthes and her cunt. Their lips met and tongues dueled, the wildness she loved matched by his here at sea. She reached back and slipped his cock into her wet hole, sliding down so his entire length filled her. As always, the first entry stretched her, then became a sense of wonder that their bodies fit so well, Her hips began to writhe, she held his eyes, saw the passion there, and reached to the drawer right beside them. She pulled out the smooth plastic tube, slightly greasy from the soaked cloth she had wrapped it in, and inserted it gently into her rectal passage. He grinned up at her, as she wormed around on his body,

Then she plunged the thing deeper than it had ever been, causing her some pain. "Jonathon, you take it. Plunder me with it darling. Hurt me, use me, whatever you want Jonathon, I'm yours, you know that, don't you? Yours to use, abuse, to humiliate, to violate. It's what we are, darling. Our bodies. Ummph." He had taken her at her word, as though testing her, and she smiled through the pain as he pushed the buzzing toy deeper and deeper. He began to fuck her ass as his cock stroked viciously into her cunt, and she lost herself in a miasma of pain, love, erotic pleasure, and finally, minutes later, a completion during which they both groaned in joy.

She fell asleep, and awoke what seemed like moments later to find herself covered with a light blanket, and Jonathon, still nude, with his face glued into the hood of the radar. She felt a shiver. It's time, she thought.

She held the rudder on a port tack around noon, as Jonathon, high up the mast, watched the Iron Pasha through binoculars. Then, with his wave, she spun the wheel left, and the mainsail snapped as they came around before the wind. As she was spinning it back to steady on, she felt his arms around her, gently keeping the rudder a little over, briefly. In her ear, she heard "You're learning, love. Soon you'll be arguing with me about sailing too." She spun about and wrapped her arms around his head. She put her soul into their kiss, humping her hips to him. She felt his hand dip into her black pants and begin fucking her wet pussy, and she arched to his hand to help him, humped twice, and drove herself into a snapping, crushing cum.
When her head cleared, she discovered she had bit his ear, and drawn blood. But floating on waves of pleasure flooding her groin, she took the fatal step. "Darling, we're going to win. Have our baby. More. Live happily ever after. I love you Jonathon, and even if you can't say it, you love me too. God can't let us down, the sex is too good. I don't ask much. Just a fuck two or three times a day." She sighed, realizing the new ground she had trod, and clung to him. But her heart soared as he whispered "God, you horny bitch, I love you too. Now quit bothering the Captain and fix us a bit of lunch."

At two o'clock that morning, she wiggled provocatively into her black wet suit. He pointed out "You're supposed to wear a bathing suit under that, love." She leered at him as she began drawing up the zipper, and answered "I like the way it feels on my skin, darling. I think I look rather sexy, don't you? Kind of the dominatrix, BDSM thing. Well, lets be off then."

They were ten miles from the Iron Pasha, and in the inflatable with the quiet but powerful outboard, closed the gap to a couple of hundred yards in half an hour. "We can't get too close and get them alarmed, Jeb. At ten miles, we'll be just a little blob of a pleasure craft, no threat at all." He kissed her, smiled confidently, and slipped into the sea. She watched him though the scope of the rifle as he moved silently through the black water, then slid effortlessly up the anchor chain, pausing to be sure there was no one there. "You can warn me by firing at something metal. They shouldn't hear the shot in their lee."

She watched intently as he strode along the starboard rail, swiftly but, she was sure, silently still. Then he disappeared through an after hatch, and she knew the plan was to wire the explosives adjacent to the diesel fuel tanks, but she endured fifteen minutes without a sight of him. Then her heart soared as he appeared back on deck, but he headed for the forward living area, and she knew immediately he was deviating from their script. "He's going for Roper", she thought, "Oh you stubborn, determined bastard."

Jonathon came out the hatch pulling a gagged Roper clad in pajamas, and Jeb heard the platinum blond's scream even from her vantage a hundred yards away, She could see Jonathon whispering in Roper's ear, even as that great long blade knife plunged into his heart. Then around the corner came Corky, his pistol pointed, and without thinking, the female assassin squeezed off a shot. She watched as the familiar head exploded, and Jonathon held up a hand as he dived into the sea.

She revved up the motor to race for him, and just as he came aboard, a muffled explosion roared across the water, sending a wave that nearly toppled them, and moments later, an enormous, rolling fireball as the diesel tanks ignited as planned. The inflatable flipped over, but was easily righted, they took a lap around the burning wreckage, but heard no voices, and there were clearly to be no survivors.

As he headed back toward the sailboat, she began to strip off the wetsuit. Jonathon stared eagerly as her tawny, sensual body emerged like a butterfly from the dark plastic cocoon. She was talking throughout the sexy process. "Oh Jonathon, I didn't think, didn't feel, just squeezed, just as you always say. I remember thinking the head, so Corks can't pull the trigger. I think I had a little bit of a cum when his skull exploded. Oh this has been such fun. I love being here with you darling. Surely Burr can find us more occasions for such successful skullduggery. After the child is born, of course. Now let's get you out of that suit, old boy, you have a very aroused private whore to satisfy. And a victory to celebrate. That's a twenty year old Dom Perignon back at the boat, love. Oh do hurry."

Five

Sir Jonathon Pine, K.B.O.E., lay on top of his bed, his wife of fifteen years gently caressing his wet cock. He had been down in London for several days, and their evening had played out much as always, adjusted for their two teenagers. The cook he had trained had prepared an excellent meal, though "She never can seem to manage the saffron", said the former hotelier.

Jeb was wearing the white two piece suit she liked to taunt him with, the short skirt revealing her bare tush, which she took pains to flash at him. Their children just sat there, Alexander at attention as he often was in the presence of both his parents, in spite of the time the two males had spent together while Jonathon passed on what he considered to be the essential tools of a young man who must eventually go out into a cruel and unforgiving world, and Rebecca simpering at her father, her cheesy grin signaling her understanding of the sexual tension her parents displayed.

Even before dessert, Jeb rose and told her husband "Enough wasting time, old chap. You have your husbandly duty to perform, so lets get on with it. Hup hup." As she passed out of the baronial dining room, her hips swinging, the bottoms of her ass just visible under the wiggling skirt, Alex, the fifteen year old, blushed, and Becca, at fourteen, leered with doe eyes at her father. They climbed the stairs of her parents' old manor, which required a large portion of their joint incomes each year to repair and improve, and she stripped away her top, letting her amazing tits bounce for him. He had been sure when she had insisted on implants after nursing both children that he would object, but in the event they were even larger now, and lovely both to watch and to touch. She had refused to let him see her torso while they healed, and the night she finally revealed them, even his natural reserve failed him as he ogled their new size, fullness, and beauty. "I knew it, even you, the great stone face, are impressed, so much so that you're actually gaping, old man. Well come on then, have your way with me. And they aren't fragile."

So after the frantic, urgent coupling they always enjoyed after a separation, here they were, either taking a breather, or having a new pronouncement, or both. "Darling, we must discuss the children, more specifically their sex education. I gave in to that deplorable local day school, but I refuse to have my children stumble through their puberty in the same way we did, untaught, unhappy, and unlovely. They are both maturing very fast, I note you have closely observed your daughter's tits, in addition to her other assets which you may notice she takes great pride in displaying for you at the pool. I have had occasion to observe the size of your son's penis, which I assume reflects your genes, and the fact that he has been entertaining a rather stupid eighteen year old from the village out on the lake. This is no way for him to learn about sex, blind leading the blind.

So I have concluded that you and I must seduce our children, and teach them the essentials of sexual pleasure. Before you object on societal grounds, I dare to point out that you and I have broken any number of civilized society's rules on occasion. And when it makes sense, I shall not shrink from the more

important duty to the future happiness of my children." She nuzzled in his ear, and squeezed his cock, the impulse to rise being fought desperately by Jonathon. "She has the cutest little blond puss, dear, and just a bit of wispy hair. She's broken her maidenhead with tampons, and for god's sake she took a ride home with a hulking great senior while you were away. That's what happens, you see. Some football star fancies her and confuses her about the sexual act forever, when what she wants is you, the father is always a girl's first love. Aha, you finally flinched. She'll be so grateful, and will have a lovely future, not spending time as a roundheel slut like her mother. "

They discussed the matter for fifteen minutes, but Jeb had thought the matter through thoroughly, and he eventually ended up conceding her point. "Fine darling, then we will drive down to Cornwall this weekend, and Alex can take me out in the boat, while you teach young Rebecca something about cooking, she shows no inclination at all in that direction. I suspect she shares some sexual genes with me, dear, and that has amused you lo these many years, so I am certain you will find her instincts suit you. Now then, you may notice my bum is rather moist. Your duties are not yet complete."

And thus Jonathon found himself alone with his daughter, her five feet of blooming, nubile blond loveliness encased in a very light sundress under which, he had noticed on their trip to his private stream in search of langoustinos, she wore nothing. She had been letting her young, swelling though not yet fully mature breasts swing about as they tromped through the woods. When they got back to the kitchen portion of the main room, she stood back as he tried to draw her attention to the sauce he used, and when he looked to her, a small tear was running down her cheek. "Daddy, Mom said....I mean, don't you want me? I love you Daddy, I want you to teach me, oh Daddy don't you want me?"

In answer, Jonathon embraced her and pressed her body firmly to his. His cock rose into her waist, and he felt her wiggle against it. "Oh you do want me Daddy, oh I'm so glad, wait, wait a moment." She stepped back and pulled the dress over her head, then leered winningly at him as she posed her naked teen age body for him. "Mom says I'm going to be beautiful just like she is. I hope I get her tits. Mine seem small, though boys do make a fuss about them. Mom says you're the best lover she's ever known, and that I should pay careful attention to everything you tell me. I think you and Mom are just the greatest, and this .....". Just like her mother, he thought, can't stop talking, as he locked her lips to his, exploring her sweet tasting mouth with his tongue. He felt hers battling, and suction as she tried to pull him even closer to her cool tanned nudity.

He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, laid her gently on the coverlet, and spread her legs. He heard her sigh when he covered her little pussy with his mouth, and began the knowledgeable licking and sucking that always worked on her mom. She began to gasp, then her hips pushed at him, and she began to climax. Quick like her mom too, he thought, as he waited out her orgasm, his cock twitching on her leg. He felt her hand reach down and surround his member, and she squealed "Daddy, it's too big. Mom said my puss can stretch a lot, but oh my, this thing can't possibly , oh, oh, Daddy, oh it's going in, it really is isn't it, mmmmmm, thats it, oh go ahead now Daddy, it feels marvelous I....". He covered her mouth again as she took him fully inside her, and felt her gasping into his mouth, climbing toward release again, and he let himself go with her, thinking she might be sore when she finished. She grunted and humped even before he squirted into her sucking cunt, and as he released her mouth, she groaned "Oh that was so good, Daddy. I took all of it, didn't I? But it was awfully quick Daddy. You can do it again can't you? I can see why Mom says you have to love the person you fuck, or its just animal behavior. I do love you Daddy, you know that, and I can tell you love me. I mean not the way you love Mom, but......". He kissed her again, chuckling as he began to move his stiffening cock inside her. A running commentary, just like Jeb, he thought. As he felt her hips begin to move with his, he realized she did indeed possess her mother's instincts.

And thus three miles at sea, in a light wind that moved the old sloop gently along, Jeb cuddled her nearly naked body against her son. "You're almost as tall as your father, Alex. I found those panties of mine in your room the other day, dear, are you having nasty thoughts about your old Mum?" As he blushed, she giggled "Oh you are, aren't you. Darling I love you, and have nasty thoughts about you too. How far have you gone with that ninny from the village? She seems rather dull to me. A blow job, ahhh, but I suppose you're hoping for more? Of course you are, but I'm going to teach you a lesson today. Sex is hardly worth the effort unless you love someone, at least a little. Now in return for your giving up the village idiot, I'm going to fuck your brains out today, my sweet child, and anytime you get horny until you find someone your own age. I don't want you going through life counting coup about pussy, or sticking yourself into every hussy that spreads her legs for you. Are you as big as your Dad down there? Oh my, quite impressive." She rose and pulled off her bra. "Pull in the jib and come below, darling. We'll have a lovely old time." She heard him hurriedly winding in the forward sail as she minced sexily down into the cabin.

She was surprised as he came to her that he displayed his nearly grown cock with some pride. Jeb had always wished Jonathon would do that, flaunt his manhood. Alex had reason to be proud, she thought as he entered her gently, an apprehensive look on his face. "You needn't worry, darling, it feels lovely and full, as though it belongs inside mummy. Now pump me with that lovely cock, pump that hot puss, a little faster darling, yes, yes, mmmmmmmmm.......... Oh darling, I came too, just relax, stay there, inside your mum, and let it get hard again, there you see, you're your father's son, that's the way darling, smooth, deep, oh darling I'll take you anytime, but do get together with your sister, she wants you too, you know, like that idea do you? Come on then, fill me up, yes, squeeze down just that way, agggghhhh...."

And thus two weeks later Jonathon lay on his back with Jeb atop him, their bodies joined and fucking lazily as they listened to their children in the next room. "That was very nice, Alex, Mum's been teaching you how to eat puss, I suppose. Now come here and fuck me, you brute, thats it, we can't dawdle, oh god, smooth like that, oh Alex that is nice, ....... Mom wants to suck your stuff out of me when we finish, darling, then she wants you and Daddy to do her at the same time. So come on, stud, fill me up, so we can get on with it. Mmmmmmph........." Jeb and Jonathon smiled at each other. She rose, twisted around to sink his lusty cock into her bum, and they waited for their newly educated son and daughter.

And thus Pete Hosken came to speak to old Mrs. Trelawney, the local guide to manners and etiquette, concerning hints of misconduct from what was now known as the Pine cottage. "And Margret says there's just the two beds, and on the weekend there's plenty of evidence they're not just sleeping. Those two handsome young things being misled that way, why we should tell the constable."

But old Mrs Trelawney scolded him sternly. "They've had a difficult life, damn you, and deserve their happiness and their privacy. Besides, you've no room to talk, after your sister. I take pride in the fact that our cooperation and circumspection has contributed to their happiness, and do not propose to stop making every effort in that regard. So shut up, Pete, and go home to Margret."

Which he did, for no one disobeys old Mrs Trelawney.

Interlude

Daniel Roper could remember his shock the night his mother awakened him to the news that his father had been reported missing along with the "Iron Pasha" in the Mediterranean. It had really been twenty four hours, and the authorities had found debris from the yacht near Sicily. A week later, Lord Langbourne, by a happenstance of timing ashore that night, visited to whisper to his Mum that he and his associates were certain that "That creep Pine had been the culprit, along with his father's enemy, Burr." Daniel, from his hiding place in the passageway behind the old stone walls of their manor house, heard the accusation against the man he knew as Thomas, who had saved his life on a Caribbean island, taught him to sail, to climb, and, in truth, to enjoy life better than his father.

And when he heard their suspicions about Jebs, his father's former mistress, now married to Thomas, he had cried himself to sleep, remembering her sweet smell when she held him gently, his mind whirling with love, and perhaps, he later thought, a bit of lust. In the intervening years, he learned enough to know some strange things about his father, apparently rather irregular ways he made his immense fortune, and about the dramatic departure of Jeb and Thomas from his life. When he had sailed with his Dad the next year, there was a rather brassy platinum blond who had become his companion, but though she had a placid and easygoing nature, she was nothing like the sparkling Jeb. The two, who had, in that curious way that certain events become magnified for youngsters, made his life so interesting for a summer, were simply not present, and he was cautioned not to mention them in front of his father.

His mother was never particularly interested in discussing his father, and he spent the next twelve years without much of a male presence in his life, as the rare visits home from his various schools included only glancing contacts with a succession of consorts. So he stared, with wildly mixed feelings, at the video tapes of Sir Jonathon Pine and his family made by the investigators he had hired recently. Thomas had aged, though still seemed fit, as he and Jeb walked hand in hand into a ballroom. She seemed just the same, her face unlined, vivacious as she greeted friends, and Thomas stood there with his stoic, reserved expression that Daniel still remembered.

And then the scene shifted to a large sailboat, exiting a marina near Cornwall, where the report said they had a summer home, that they actually used year round. These were sharper pictures, still with a telephoto lens, but a bright sunny day. Jebs stood beside a young blond man, who Daniel knew was the son, Alex, now in his first year at Oxford, her familiar body in a tiny bikini, thong style. She had her arm draped casually on his shoulder, but there was a look of intimacy in their posture.

The one who drew most of his attention was the fair haired girl who sat on Thomas's lap, her arm tightly around his neck, as she watched the sails and her smile seemed to light up the scene. She was a blond version of Jebs, but younger, the same slim, firm breasted, lovely body, her face so gorgeous that it compelled Daniel to watch again and again, as just before they exited the harbor and were out of camera range, she wiggled on her father's lap, and kissed him on the mouth with a sensual grin. He knew her name was Rebecca. Sandy Langbourne kept telling him he should hate these people, but he felt several very different emotions, as he rewound the tape and started it again. And his mind was full of the sensual look on the daughter's face, calling back his memories of a long ago summer of affection, of adventure, and confusion.

Six

Although it was a perfectly good office building, full of glass and chrome, efficient in the new way of easy access for the actual residents but requiring cautious security checks of visitors, Daniel had always felt his father's office was a trap for him. In it, he could not escape the Roper legend, which seemed to demand of him adventurous financial risks, startling new roads to wealth, and the casual greed all the employees assumed was his legacy. Nearing thirty, he sensed the disappointment many felt at his more mundane, conservative management of his father's holding company.

He strolled through the right hand security lane, with a casual wave to the uniformed guard, and stepped into the open elevator waiting there for him, though it serviced several other executives in the building. As the lift rose to the top floor, he felt his anger rise again when he had demanded to see the current cost of the entire top floor of offices. He had mentioned wanting to see it several times, and it had taken a direct order to finally find out. The lease was up next year, and he cursed Sandy again for the rank waste of nearly five million pounds per year, just for a fucking office. Lord Langbourne was persona non grata in the offices now, though Daniel would usually consent to talk with him once or twice a quarter, for he still knew where some skeletons were hidden. Daniel tended to chuckle each time he used that phrase, since it was both metaphorically and, he suspected, physically true.
His mind drifted back to the interview he had had with Caroline Langbourne when he turned eighteen. At the time, she was still living with her parents, after divorcing Sandy five years before, and he found her already drunk, or nearly so, at five in the afternoon. He told no one, least of all Sandy, who as the executor of the will had great sway over his life until he attained majority. Daniel could not help comparing the rather stocky, florid woman whose hand he shook as she sat on a pink divan with the rather nice looking person he had spent several of his young summers with.

But she talked freely, all he had to do was ask, and she spun out the story for him. "Well darling, you know Jeb was just the tiniest bit naive about your father, I really think she didn't want to know the truth. But that summer was some sort of crisis, I was never quite sure about what, you know, but anyway there was Thomas, our hero because he had saved you, and so bloody good at absolutely everything. I mean, a cook to die for, surely you remember his carrot cake, the best tennis player on the bloody island, and an absolutely expert sailor. And almost from the start, you know, there was something between them. He was rather brooding, when he wasn't on show, and I could always sense their eyes meeting, at funny moments. She would never admit it, of course, and he confided in no one.

It was rather a bad time for me, Sandy was being an absolute shit, and a couple of times, in my cups, you know, I told Jeb a few of the hard truths about her Roper. I mean, I know he was your father dear, and you must idealize him, but he was doing some rather nasty things. Sandy would leave papers hanging about. I remember those huge eyes, staring at me when I told her how Roper really made money. I mean, how your dad made money. You know, I'm sure, the weapons, the drugs. I mean flogging these super modern guns to Wogs, for god's sake. I was in a great snit, and just poured it all out to her, and I know she talked to Roper, your dad dear, because I thought Sandy was going to hit me when he found out. He didn't, of course, that came later.

And about then, I've never been clear about the timing, there was this change between she and Thomas. She would be just edgy and difficult until he showed up, and then suddenly gay and happy. The staff all thought she was getting it on with him, down there at the old house he lived in, but then he went away, and we never saw him again. Jeb was a total disaster for a couple of weeks, you went home about then, as I recall, then she flew away never to be seen again. And never a word, from anyone, Sandy, Corks, none of them. That usually meant it was some sort of failure, and Roper didn't want reminding.

I remember the next year, darling, you kept asking anyone you could find 'But where's Jeb, and Thomas.' Roper would look away, and you had this nanny, and she would take you to your room." Daniel could see her head nodding sleepily, through the tears he realized were clouding his vision, and asked one last question. "But Caro, surely Thomas and Jeb couldn't have murdered Dad, could they?"

"Well Daniel, it was known that Thomas had killed people before, as a soldier, and as a criminal. He never seemed the sort, but you know he could slip in and out of a role so easily, awfully like Jeb. I was pretty well gone when it happened, but I know Sandy went around in government trying to find an ear, but things were going badly for him then, and all my money was gone, and Daddy wouldn't do anything, so it was all rather sad. I gather he's squeaking by on the stipend from your father's will. I should be careful about him, dear, he has no morals at all, basically."

Daniel chuckled about her comment on Sandy's morals as he stepped out of the lift into the waiting room of "Ironbrand Trading". and headed for his office, though it would always be his dad's. The will had specified an audit of Sandy's conservatorship on Daniel's twenty first birthday, and the scene in the Managing Partner's office of Sandy's firm came back to him. "These irregularities have persuaded us to either buy out Lord Langbourne's partnership interest in this firm, or dissolve the partnership. We will, in any case, make good the amounts that seem to have been out of school."

Sandy had been sitting there, a scowl on his face, and immediately stood and spoke directly to Daniel. "Now look here old man, you know how I stood with your father, I'm sure he never intended to have me broke out this way, surely you can forgive these trifling sums, no more than your father would have gladly approved." Daniel had sat and stared at the man he had grown suspicious of long since, as he pleaded for mercy. He thought it an interesting dilemma, and pondered it even as Sandy ranted on.

Then suddenly, both men were staring at him, waiting for a decision, he supposed. One can't make decisions like this at twenty one, he thought, there's been no time, no experience. One needs training, some sort of notion of reality. "I've read letters at Oxford for nearly four years" he thought, "how can I decide this issue which has its genesis so long ago?"

Yet in the event, he spoke most positively. "Mr. Ashforth, please don't trouble yourself about Sandy's little indecencies. He is the sort of man who couldn't have resisted temptation with so large an estate. I should think you are right in choosing not to be his partner. And you Sandy, just clear out, alright? I don't want any unpleasantness, but I couldn't possibly bugger things up any further than you already have. I will send the things from your office to your home. You will receive a statement of unreported taxable income from us shortly." He was pleased to see Mr. Ashforth smile, and Sandy look crushed.

So here he was, eight years later, watching over a progressively more conservative portfolio of stocks, his only accomplishment of the last eight years being the sale of the money losing iron plant in Tabago. But in truth he was content. One of his favorite books had been "Catcher in the Rye", typical of American writing which he thought had much surpassed English efforts in the later twentieth century. He thought he was hurting no one, and was making an effort occasionally, with gifts to various charities, to catch the little girls if they fell over the edge of the meadow.

The pretty receptionist smiled brightly, still hoping to attract his attention, even though she had been there two years. "Morning, Mr. Daniel." Meg was waiting for him just inside the office door, her usual post. She liked to push out her rather large chest as he approached, showing off the effects of implants some years before. She was closing in on forty, and her face had the weathered look of a woman who had never worried much about her skin, or appearances. Her brown hair curled around her head like a windblown halo. Her skirt this morning was slit to her waist, having been unbuttoned in anticipation of his arrival. She could become very quickly a reserved and normal administrative assistant if necessary. Daniel felt his cock spasm to stiffness, just at the sight of her, remembering the feel of her body, the amazing joy of their shared climaxes, her accommodating temperament.

The first day he had taken control of the firm, sitting in his father's chair, in front of the old oak desk, his dad's secretary, a sixtyish lady, had come in just as he sat down, and said "Mr. Daniel, I am retiring today. I have been training a replacement, and though you will of course do what you wish, I would ask you to show her the courtesy of a fair trial." Right behind her came Meg, striding purposefully to his desk and holding out her hand. She was over thirty even then, but somehow she detected the lust in his eyes, held his hand longer than necessary, and in a throaty voice, murmured "So happy to meet you sir. A cup of tea?"

The very next morning, she was standing inside the door, a transparent blouse covering her full but pendulous breasts, and a leg clad in only a thigh high stocking bent fetchingly out to reveal her uncovered bush under the long skirt. When he stood beside her, staring down at her tits under the gaping blouse, she licked her lips, and whispered "A cup of tea, sir? Or perhaps a quick morning fuck, to take the edge off? That would be my choice." When he leaned down as though to kiss her, she leered and pushed him into the large room, shutting and locking the door as he stumbled a couple of steps. In moments, she was naked, her fit, well tanned body with just a white triangle surrounding her pussy displayed eagerly to his avid eyes. He remembered her mouth engulfing his cock as she pulled at his clothes, a moan of pleasure at his size, and when she felt him pulsing in her mouth, pushing him onto a couch and mounting him, her pussy welcoming, engulfing him in wet, firm rapture. "It's awfully big, Daniel, it fills me so, oh yes darling, ohhhhh yessssss." As he orgasmed wildly into her cunt, she twisted and moaned, her whole body consumed in lust, her eyes closed, pussy clutching at his cock. Though she didn't scream, her climax seemed to go on and on. Finally, collapsing onto his body, her hips still twisting, she choked "Oh Daniel, I've been dreaming about fucking you. Take me anytime, anyway, just do it, again and again, darling."

Since then, though he had dated many women, Meg had always been there, never jealous, always available, but never surly if he did not choose to make full use of her services. She had asked him for the implants a year later, when he was going around with a Playboy model his new lawyer had introduced. "Daniel, I want to attract you as long as I can, darling. I can take care of my body at the salon, all but these tits. I've nursed two children, and it shows. So what do you say? You know you'll always have first call on them, don't you?"

It helped that she was quite competent, though she had never been conversant with the seamier aspects of Ironbrand. Those matters rarely found their way into files, and Daniel, with Meg's help, was only able to piece together a few details. Sandy's office had yielded quite a few secrets, all of which confirmed the worst rumors, and Caroline's accusations. But the broader matters were still a mystery to Daniel, and after a few months, he gradually forgot about the pursuit of these truths. He remembered his embarrassment when Meg had found the list of call girls that Sandy had been providing to Daniel since his fifteenth birthday. It turned out she knew several of them, and that they all remembered him fondly. "They all said you were kind, had a big cock, and that you were a good gig. That is the highest compliment we whores can give, darling."

Her body was still in extraordinary condition, pampered and toned at a nearby, company paid salon. Her face was always tanned, but showed both the years and the wear of the sun. They vacationed yearly together at various remote African resorts, where they spent most of their time nude. She was a richly earthy, sensual woman who had never failed to please him. He had once asked her whether he wasn't taking advantage of her, for she knew she would eventually lose him. She responded that "I know you will be kind to me when that time comes, Daniel. And I'm having so much fun now."

She was a rock for him, a substitute mother, a date for dinner when needed, and a lover at a moments notice. All of these things flashed through his mind as he approached the office, but as he smiled and gave Meg a quick kiss on the cheek, he whispered "Work, Meg. Get Leland on the phone will you?" She smiled, squeezed his arm, and pivoted toward her desk in the anteroom, buttoning her skirt as she went. A moment later, his phone rang, and he heard Leland Burrows voice ring out "Daniel you old sod, what trouble must I bail you out of this time? I do hope it includes at least two girls, darling, otherwise you shall be a loser, which is not good for public relations, lawyer client wise."

Leland worked at the firm which had ultimately fired Sandy, but was a only a year older than Daniel, and they had gotten along famously from the beginning. It was a relief to trust an adviser, and he trusted Leland completely. Leland made good use of the several specialists that Daniel had needed to tame the company, but always delivered final verdicts himself. "Awfully sorry, old man, but it can't be done. Our man Clover, yes, I said Clover, says government is watching these transactions very closely, as they have been abused in the past. Perhaps after next election, should there be some changes." "Our tax man says that is quite acceptable, Daniel my boy, and rather a good idea. He wonders, bye the bye, what a B of A from Eton is doing with good tax ideas. I told him you were a bloody genius, but mired down in morality. He said do keep him in the picture as you become more worldly."

"Look here Leland, I need some information on a Jonathon Pine, and family. He has a K, rather mysterious I believe. Yes I know I have the tape, but I want to see what he is doing, and what kind of lives he and his children are leading. There's no particular hurry, but I thought it might be wise to use someone other than the man who took the videos. Leland, this is not an unhealthy obsession, just a focused curiosity. I'm anxious for places frequented, that sort of thing, for the kids as well." He looked up to see Meg standing by the tape machine. The tv picture was frozen on Jonathon and Jeb, Alex and Rebecca, a beautiful family, nearly nude, at leisure. Meg was pushing down her panties, leaving the stockings on. As she straightened, her large, full tits high on her chest, her hand rubbing in her now shaved pussy, Daniel told his friend, "Listen Leland, gotta run. Don't dally now." Leland chuckled as the phone went dead. Daniel headed for Meg, pulling off his clothes.

He threw her to the couch with her head toward the machine so he could see the screen. She sighed as they kissed frantically, he fleetingly wondered how she always knew his moods, then entered her forcefully, drawing a groan of pleasure. As he stroked wildly into her foaming, slippery cunt, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, grunting and choking with effort and passion. His head lifted as he began to climax, and he felt her hips writhing feverishly, as she managed to join him in release. But as he filled her with spurt after spurt, the face in his mind was the pretty blond on the tv screen.

Seven

"Alex, you don't have to bring a date for me, surely we can be civilized together with your new girlfriend. I just want to show off our dancing, look how hard we worked at it, and we're really good, darling. Its been months since we...... Well alright, three weeks, but you'll be surprised how the place has changed, the new floor, and better music, I think. I promise not to monopolize you. Oh good, big brother, now seven sharp, I'll have to catch the eleven o'clock home. Oh Mummy's fine with it. I'm eighteen after all." Rebecca hung up the phone, grinning to herself.

Jeb was primping in front of the mirror, wearing her new wraparound silk, that showed off her tits so well. Jonathon was coming back tonight, after a short trip, but she never lost a chance to practice their frantic, lusty homecoming sex. She was humming, thinking about her new dildo. She hoped Rebecca would leave Jonathon alone, she had interfered with their homecomings a couple of times. Not that it wasn't a pleasant sort of change of pace. Bec had graduated to the supplemental pleasures of toys long ago, and it was quite handy when they both were fucking her husband.

"Mum? Could we talk? I'd like to go down to the city tonight, just until the last train. Alex is coming down, and he wants to go dancing at the Lollyboy. It's been months since we went dancing." Jeb grinned, recognizing the little lies her daughter often used to try to get her own way, and didn't like to frustrate her too often, though she was a bit transparent to a mother who had been sneaking out of the house before she was twelve. Besides it would be nice to be alone with Jonathon.

"Alright, dear, so long as your careful to catch the last train. Take the Saab down to the station. But I forbid you to wear that skirt you had on last time, as a matter of fact, please report for inspection before you leave."

"Thanks Mum. You look absolutely verve in that silk. Could I wear it sometime? The big dance is coming up at school, and I would dazzle in that frock." Jeb looked over her shoulder at the blond bundle of loveliness her daughter had become, amazed at the combination of sophistication and childish joy she radiated. She had gotten through her school years with a minimum of fuss, a couple of lovers, and two or three one night stands. She had always returned to the family fold, because she said the sex could not be equaled by anyone under twenty five, except for Alex, of course. "Darling, come give your old Mum a kiss."

It was not the casual cheek they shared, but a full fledged, tonguing, firm lovers' clutch. Becca pulled away, and looked fondly at her beautiful mother, whose eyes were bright with the prospect of Jonathon's return, and a long, erotic evening with her husband and lover. She whispered "Night, Mum, I know you'll have a lovely evening", congratulating herself on her timing. She was still treated as the baby in the family. Getting away like this on a weeknight was a rare treat.

She threw on her dancing skirt, that came almost to her knees but was split on both sides to allow for energetic movement, with the tan thong underneath, that looked almost nude. Bec loved showing off, though she was warned regularly that it was close to indecent the way she wiggled herself. She didn't take the risk of not wearing a bra, which she almost always preferred, because Mum might notice and ground her at the last minute. Becca had been as intimate as two women could be with her mother, but had never managed to win her complete freedom.

She passed her Dad as he stood looking through his mail in the foyer. He was still the handsomest, most masculine man she had ever known, even passing through his middle fifties. She walked up and pressed herself to him, holding his gaze. "Welcome home, Daddy."she breathed. He smiled, and their lips met, holding firmly, tongues gently dueling. She felt his cock spasm into her groin. She was only two inches shorter than her father, and she loved to feel him reacting to her firm body. She pulled away, and whispered "Your Mum's tonight, Daddy, but we'll just see about tomorrow night. I'm off for some dancing, Mum said it was okay, have a lovely evening. I'll be on the late train. Love you."

As she applied heavier makeup in the train's ladies, and took off her bra, she wondered if tonight might be the night. Lately, she had been having intuitions that she was going to meet her destiny soon. She laughed at herself, remembering she had had the same feeling with that soccer player who had whirled her around at last year's hop, only to discover he was a disaster in bed. She had insisted he work her up as Alex and her Dad did, and he had cum before she even got excited, as she sucked his modest sized cock. He couldn't get it up again, so she dressed and took a cab home.

It was unlikely she would meet anyone new tonight, for it was a familiar place, and she and Alex had been going there for two years. But it was still exciting and fun, and she loved the fancily named drinks they served. When she arrived to find she was first, she was disappointed in the crowd. She had hoped to show off her new boogie steps to a lot of her buddies. She chatted with the headwaitress, and got a table right by the dance floor. As her tall orange confection arrived, complete with an umbrella and cherry, another waiter set a silver tub with a bottle of champagne in it. "Compliments of the couple there under the scotch tartan, Bec. Christ, its Dom."
She scanned the area, not able to zero in on anyone, when Alex appeared. "Hey Bec, been here long?" He leaned over and gave her a wet, sloppy kiss, as he had taken to doing lately. She would have complained if she didn't like it so much.

"Look what someone has sent us, darling. Dom Perignon. Stick with me to live the good life, baby." They both grinned.

"Who was it, Bec? Over there, under the tartan? Umm, ah I see, there's a couple over there, your broad street type, with an older woman. They're smiling at us. Must be them. Lets have a glass, then go over."

"Where's your dolly, then, Romeo? Not up for dancing on a weeknight?" Alex frowned, just as the older woman he had noticed at the table that had sent the wine walked, or rather strutted toward them.

"Mmmmm, bit of alright there, eh Bec? For a senior. My dolly, as you call her, must complete a paper for tomorrow and declined." He rose as the woman stood before them, a wide smile on her face.

"Hi , my name's Meg. That dishy fellow I left behind's Daniel. We hoped we could induce you to join us. Can I have the waiter carry the bubbly over?"

Alex looked at Bec, squinted again at the woman's bosom, and said "Sure, Meg, but I'll carry it. I'm Alex and that's Rebecca. Awfully good of you."

At the table, they shook Daniel's hand, and began to talk in the desultory fashion of strangers. Alex and Becca danced twice, the best on the floor by far, drawing applause. Meg danced one long set with Alex, and though in the swing tunes she was not as skilled as Becca, her toned sexy body could wiggle both frantically and erotically, and she drew whistles, which caused her to smile widely and wave to the crowd. She was an altogether pleasant, and Bec noticed, erotically attractive woman. Her casual carnality reminded her of her mother. Alex was nearly drooling over her.

Daniel was another matter altogether. He stared raptly at Rebecca, which she was accustomed to, and spoke very little. "Sorry, never learned to dance." What he did say was often distracted and superficial, as he continued to stare at Rebecca, though she could sense that rather than lust, his mind was somewhere in another universe. Finally, as Alex danced with Meg, Bec addressed him directly. "Daniel, you seem quite distracted. Somewhere else, old boy. I am accustomed to men staring at me, but not to having my attentions ignored. Can you give me some idea about why you are being such a bore?"

Her words jolted Daniel. He had been seeing Jeb and her daughter, staring at him lovingly, anguish blooming as his cock spasmed, a mixture of want and lust, tempered by not wanting to embarrass himself in front of this gorgeous creature, churning uncontrolled through his body. He blurted "I knew your mother once, Rebecca. She was kind to me, and I have often thought of her over these years. You remind me of her in a way that is almost unbearably attractive." There he thought, I've said it, and be damned.

Rebecca smiled, for she and Alex had always been curious about events in their parents' lives before they came along, from which they had been carefully shielded. "Oh Daniel, do tell me about it. Alex and I have always wanted to know more about how they met, and those first few years. Mum and Dad don't talk about it, as though it was a great secret." Just then, Meg and Alex returned. "Alex, stop drooling over Meg, you'll embarrass her, and probably her escort as well. He was about to tell me about our parents lives before we were born."

Both Alex and Rebecca saw the quick look which passed between Meg and Daniel. Daniel looked crestfallen. A silence settled over the table, further heightening the curiosity of their new acquaintances. Finally, Meg told them "I think Daniel is concerned that he would betray confidences your parents do not wish you to know. The best course would be for you to tell your parents you have met Daniel Roper, and see what they say."

Then Daniel broke in. "Please be sure to give them both my fondest regards. Meg, give them both cards, will you? Now I'm afraid I shall have to excuse myself, hoping to see you soon again." His face was red, and looked uncomfortable as he made his way toward the exit. Meg looked at Alex, put her hand behind his head, and kissed him in the most ardent way imaginable. Bec could see their tongues working. Meg whispered "So you'll remember me, big boy. Bye." Alex stared at her ass as she wiggled out the door after Daniel.

Becca reached under the table, and rubbed Alex's hard cock. "I should think the problem will be forgetting her, eh Alex my boy. Nice ass, I must concede, but those boobs are plastic, don't ya know. Now if you can get your mind upwards, what did you make of that bit about knowing Mum and Dad? You ever hear of Daniel Roper?" She continued to rub his prick.

Alex choked "New to me, Bec. He did look rather done in, though that's a two thousand dollar suit, and he must be thirty, if he's a day. The card says 'Ironbrand Trading', and he's the Chairman. Never heard of that either. Lets just ask Mum and Dad."

Becca had his cock out of his pants, and was jacking it smoothly. "Goodness, you're rather excited. We should have gotten a room. I'm not sure we should reveal this to them, big brother. They'll probably stonewall us, and we'll never hear the real story. Goodness, you're going to burst. Dolly not taking care of you, eh? Well leave it to your little sister then, but you owe me." She knocked an ashtray to the floor, and ducked under the table. He felt her warm, sucking mouth taking his cock right down to the root, relaxed, and let his climax overtake him. Through an orgasmic haze, he felt the familiar mouth swallowing his copious spend, his heart swelling. How would he ever find a woman like Bec?

When he opened his eyes, his sister sat beside him, sipping champagne, with a little trail of white fluid leaking out of one corner of her mouth, and simpering at him. As soon as she knew he was watching, her tongue licked up the jism, and he sighed as she made a little show of swallowing this last bit of his cum. "Jesus, Bec."

She grinned broadly, and spoke with the authority of one owed a debt. "Now say nothing to Mum and Dad, I'm going to call him and demand he take me to dinner and treat me better than he did tonight, including some juicy tidbits from our parents' pasts. I think I shall make my request for this Saturday night, and I suppose, if you wish, you could attempt an attack on old Meg, though what she can see in a young primitive like you I can't imagine. I must say it appeared tonight that against all good sense, she might be willing to consider such a proposal."

Eight

Meg and Daniel were nude, resting on the leather covered couch in his office, relaxed and comfortable as she leaned against him, after two drinks and lovely oral sex. Though both their groins were wet, they paid no attention, as the next few minutes they would take their next step, which Meg suspected might involve sodomy upon her. He was in that sort of mood, rough and urgent, churning from the call she had put through an hour ago. He's gaga over that girl, she thought, and the mother too. He was such a good fellow, had been so put upon in his life, and Meg loved mothering him. Her own children were grown, and she considered herself lucky to have a young, handsome and ardent lover at her age, when so many of her friends were abstinent from necessity.

"My god but she's cheeky, Meg. 'You were rather indifferent to me last night, Daniel, so I think the least you could do would be take me to a nice dinner, so we can correct the rather unhappy first impression you made on me. No, just book a table, and Email it to me. I'll meet you there. You can drive up some other time. You realize of course this is all rather mysterious, you know so much about me, though I suppose I'm flattered.' Never a thought that I might be busy or anything."

Meg opined "She wants to get you alone and pump you about her parents, darling. You're going to have to decide how much you want to say, and for that matter how you feel about the whole thing. She really is a beauty, dear, and I suspect is not above putting that and her vivacious personality to work loosening your tongue. If you wish my opinion, I think you should try to get to know her, and practice a bit of your own charm on her. She would do you rather well as a wife, and my sense was she is rather sexy. She certainly likes to show off her assets."

Daniel sighed. "Yes, I suppose that's her plan. I wish I was more certain about how I will feel if it turns out that her parents did indeed kill Dad. I know he was a bit of a cad, and perhaps a crook as well, but I never saw any true evil in him. Though I suppose a child never does."

Meg twisted around, holding his gaze, letting him see her affection. "Darling, eventually, after a pleasant meal, tell her your story. If you want a future, you really must. Anyone with half a mind, and you might have noticed she took a first in the examinations so she is no fool, will understand the complications of your life. I think you have survived it all rather well, you might have noticed my bias in your favor, and are closing in on a discovery that will perhaps free you from some of your psychic angst."

Daniel smiled at her, and leaned down to kiss her gently. "You are a prize, my dear. what would you like to do with my body next?"

Meg leered at him. "Fuck my ass, stud." So he did. She omitted the fact that Alex would be taking her to dinner Saturday night. Their agreement was, what you don't know won't hurt.

So Rebecca was quite pleased with the intimate table at the Savoy, for which she had carefully achieved what she thought of as her "classy slut" look, a translucent gown that hinted at the charms beneath. Daniel was waiting for her in the lobby, and seemed a very different person, charming and confident. He kissed her cheek, then guided her to the table as the head waiter trailed behind. Once they were seated, and the man had listed the nightly specialities, he poured the Chablis that had been chilling, and left them alone.

"Well Daniel, that was a great improvement. I'm so pleased that you do indeed know how to show a girl a good time. I've never been here, so help me to make the most of it." She leaned over and whispered "I'd say you are charming the pants off me darling, but I'm not wearing any." In spite of knowing she was manipulating him, he felt his body respond to her casual, rather free spirited sensuality. So much like Jeb, he thought. He grinned at her.

The meal was a great pleasure for them both. The elegant food, good wines, and careful service made them relax and exchange ideas in an altogether enjoyable way. Daniel was conscious of his lust for her, but let it show only occasionally. Rebecca sensed it, but smiled and did her usual flirtatious but superficial teenager imitation, which was well practiced. She had begun to react to an undefined and vague unease that was like an aura around him, in spite of his practiced sophistication. He was a troubled fellow, she felt, not in the nasty way some men were, but an ungrounded, confused sort of discomfort. In spite of this, his casual wealth and sincere, almost worshipful admiration pleased her greatly, so it was easy to say yes when he invited her to his apartment.

It was a spectacular place, the penthouse of a five story building in a fashionable downtown section. The twelve foot high walls of the main room were connected to skylights which gave an impression of openness and size, and a great feeling of being outside. The fashionably modern interior was beyond classy, and the whole effect took one's breath away. After staring around for a a long moment, Rebecca turned and embraced Daniel, lifting her face to his, and breathing "Okay darling, I'm suitably impressed. You may kiss me now."

He was a good kisser, she thought, and relaxed her body against his. He allowed the kiss to become slowly more passionate, which she knew was an intended prelude to seduction. One of the things her mother had taught her, and an occasional experiment had confirmed, was that seduction never resulted in good sex, much less genuine affection. It was simply intended to confirm the male's power.

She drew away from him, smiling up at his handsome but not quite certain face. "Darling, I'm not sure we're ready for each other, though you're awfully attractive. When we make love, I want us both to be fully committed and clear. Honestly Daniel, you would make an awfully good husband, and I would make an excellent wife. But a quick bump and giggle is no way to begin. So lets relax, please tell me what you can about my parents, and you're relationship to them."

Meg's apartment was about three blocks away, a pleasant, airy third floor flat, two bedrooms and a nice view. Alex was stroking smoothly into her quivering quim, working her toward her fourth orgasm. They had dined casually but well, nearby, at her suggestion. There had been a hot, viscerally erotic character to their conversation, leaving no doubt in either mind that their evening would end in their present naked, missionary position. Meg, however, was having her breath taken away by the young man's lovemaking.

"Migod, Alex, ready again? Oh no, darling you don't have to....... yes, yes keep sucking just like that, ooh darling ohhhhhhhhh.........." And later, "Don't stop, don't stop, Alex cum with me, that would be so nice, so, now darling, oh now you lovely naughty man aggghhhh......" She lay gasping, watching his face smile down at her after grimacing as he filled her swampy pussy for the second time. "Darling, you've had an awfully good teacher somewhere along the way. And such confidence. Mmmmm. Oh stop wiggling like that, or you'll have to do it all again. Really? Well lets shower, my dear. I haven't your energy, though I might have twenty years ago. But don't get the idea that I'm finished. Oh stop that, I'm impressed, but don't start showing off."

Feeling lethargic and sated, they were spooned together in her bed, covered by a light blanket, when Alex whispered "You know all the bit about my parents don't you Meg? Knowing Bec, I'm sure she has it all squeezed out of Daniel by now. Can't you tell me about it?"

Meg twisted around and stared at him. "Fucking me for information, Alex? Oh that's so seedy and nasty. I know, I know, I'm a good fuck, no doubt about it, and you aren't the nasty sort. I can tell you this, Daniel is troubled by the death of his father, which people have accused your parents of causing, and he remembers them fondly. He is confused and not entirely clear about his feelings. I think he must eventually confront your Mum and Dad, though it's not obvious that they would go along with that."

She rolled away, reached in the drawer of her bedside table, and pulled out a cigarette. She lit it quickly, waved the smoke away, and twisted around, her breasts in profile to him, with a seductive smile. "I love Daniel dearly, Alex. Part of it is a mothering thing, and part is the pleasure an old gal like me gets from young studs like the two of you. He's very generous, and truly has a good heart. But he will never be content without somehow dealing with this strange ambivalence. You see, he thinks he loves his father's killers. That's a confusing burden to bear."

She took a deep drag, closing her eyes as she felt the smoke hit her lungs. Alex thought, through his confusion, what a sensual woman she was, seeking pleasure so forcefully. "I don't know the truth of it, dear. Nor do I know how it will all come out, but I hope for the best. Rebecca would be a marvelous mate for him, particularly if she is as wise sexually as you are. He has some way to go before he can be the lover you are, and I don't seem to be able to teach him." Her eyes were closed as she inhaled another puff. Then she stubbed out the thing into an ash trey inside the drawer.

Twisting back to him, she pressed her body to his, whispering "So we're ships passing in the night, darling. I'm the same to you as to Daniel. I can comfort, give affection, sexual pleasure, but it is temporary, because you must each eventually live your own lives. So be kind to your substitute mommy, Alex. And don't forget me. Now, I find I have regained my strength, and I can feel that you have revived. I don't think preliminaries are necessary darling. But do try to wait for me."

Interlude

Jonathon walked in to the living room to discover Jeb with an angry look on her face, by itself a rare thing, and his children on the couch opposite her, looking cowed, an even rarer thing. He said "Good Evening", and sat down on the arm of Jeb's chair, looking down at her. She looked up and he saw a tear, lingering in her eye, and a hint of fear beneath the anger. He looked over at the kids. "Will someone tell me what's going on."

Simultaneously, Rebecca blurted out "I didn't think it was so bad to want to know about....", and Jeb groaned "They have met with Daniel Roper, Jonathon, and pumped him about our past." With that, both children were shocked to see their mother break down in tears, big, heavy, anguished tears. They both thought "Mother never cries, not at funerals, not when a horse dies, never. Well, weddings, but not like this." Jonathon had his arm around Jeb, but she kept her head up, staring now into space, tears rolling down her face.

"He was such a darling little boy, just wanted love, quiet, thoughtful, so unlike his dad. You remember Jonathon, the night you rescued him, I danced with him, on that veranda to that stupid calypso band, and he got a little stiffy, right there against my tummy. It was the last time I felt innocent, the last time the world seemed bright and fresh, the last of simple minded, naive, helpless Jeb. I miss her sometimes, darling, and then I think of that poor boy, no father, a shit of a mother, with no one. No one for god's sake. It always seemed so cruel. And he loved your father. Every morning, when he was going sailing, or climbing, or whatever, he would be bright and smiling. But he was always careful around his father, not to fuss too much over Thomas. That's how he knew your dad. And I remember how he hugged me when I put him on the plane back to England, crying, not wanting to leave. But he went, with his lip quivering, not looking back. I remember the pain I felt, thinking I would never see him again."

She looked up at Jonathon. "But it looks like I will, dear. God what are we going to tell him? It sounds to me as though your daughter has her eye on him. And your son is having it off with his secretary."

Nine

Meg was very impressed with Jonathon in person, as he stood in front of her desk, an intense, penetrating stare, and announced "Jonathon Pine to see Mr. Roper." He looked slightly younger in person, and the sense of harnessed power he projected was awfully sensual. Not handsome, but virile as hell. She realized, suddenly, that he had, without doubt, killed Daniel's father. For the first time in many years she felt flustered. "Um, well, yes, Mr. Pine, Mr. Roper is expecting you. Please go right up, I mean in." He smiled quickly at her, seeming to see into her soul, and as he walked past her, she felt her pussy gushing.

Daniel stood beside his desk, as Thomas, he couldn't think of him with any other name, strode directly to him and shook his hand. Suddenly, he remembered the feeling, that this was a man you could have complete confidence in, a man who would never let you down. "Please sit down, do you mind if I call you Thomas? I know that's strange, but its the way I have thought of you all these years." As the man waved his hand, as though to say "Whatever", Daniel felt a rush of affection. He took a deep breath, but Thomas was talking.

"My children have told me how you met, Daniel, and I must conclude you are trying to find out what happened twenty two years ago. I am willing to tell you some of what I know, but my main purpose is to be certain you are not a threat to my family. So may I ask, why now? I know about both Darker and Langbourne's efforts, and I suppose they told you what they discovered. So why wait so long? Has something happened that I should know about?"
Daniel tried desperately to hold Jonathon's gaze, but found he could not. He thought for a moment he might be physically ill, the tension and churning seemed so strong. But finally, he whispered "All Sandy ever said was that they thought you and Jeb killed Dad. Assisted by some bloke named Burr. By the time they told me, I was already suspicious of Sandy's actions, so I didn't really internalize it. It's just recent, this obsession. I dream about Jebs, about you, the flowers from the top of that mountain, do you remember? The time I finally made the windward leg of the point? Catching that trout? How good it tasted that night? The feeling of Jeb's body when we danced, just before the trouble. I mean, I was eight years old. I don't know about my father. He was Dad. he built this company. I'm rich because of him. I cannot shake the strong feeling I have toward you and Jeb, and I can't resolve that with the idea you killed my father."

Jonathon sat passively, waiting until he was sure Daniel was finished. Even that was familiar, the patience to hear him out Thomas had always had, so unlike his father. And as always, as he spoke, there was authority in his voice. "I was there in Mama Low's at the behest of a secret government Ministry that was trying to bring your father to a court of law, in England, or wherever. A woman I was fond of, in Egypt, had died because I broke a confidence, and the corrupt web your father had built heard about it, and had her lover, a man named Freddie Hamid, kill her. I hated your father for that, and found that the more I discovered about his affairs, the more I hated him. And I found myself in love with Jeb. But he found me out, used me for his purposes, and then had his men beat me nearly to death on the Iron Pasha. The man who recruited me was able to extract me, along with Jeb, but it took months for me to recover. A great many deaths in South America and in middle Europe may be laid to your father's plotting, which so far as I know he pursued not for wealth, but just for the power of being able to do it."

"To this day, Daniel, I think of your father as the "worst man in the world". Jeb and I were both fond of you, and wished we could have somehow consoled you over the years, but since we are still involved in rather hush hush matters, it has been impossible. And now you have stumbled back to my family and involved my children. My wife extends to you an invitation for dinner, this next Saturday. Please do not come if you are going to blame us for your father's fate, which I assure you was caused by his own evil deeds. And I think you must face the reality of his own deep culpability in serious, world wide crime."

Meg found herself holding her breath as she listened over the intercom, almost hypnotized by the assured, convincing words she was hearing. He hadn't quite admitted that he had killed Roper, but it seemed clear to her. And she could feel her cunt bathed in juice. As Pine walked past her, with a quick smile, she turned and hurried into Daniel's office. Daniel was sitting in a chair, his face a mask of confusion, staring into space. She plumped herself into his lap, and whispered into his ear, so close she could, and occasionally did, lick its inside erotically. "Darling, he did it. Perhaps she did too. He told you his reasons, and all that we have discovered points to the truth of his opinion of your father. You have rebelled against such awful things, I think you have known but not admitted to yourself that what that man said was true."

She wiggled her ass on his lap, waiting for the usual sign of his excitement. After a few more moments of licking his ear, and letting him smell her inflamed cunt, she felt it finally respond. "Darling, you don't have to despair. Just choose love, Daniel, for that family, you know of course they are rather randy, and let yourself be taken by the affection we all feel for you. Stop fighting it on principal, you must make a choice for yourself. I will love you either way, but they will not. If you do not open yourself, darling, they will know it, and you will lose them." As she said this, Daniel realized he could not bear, this close, to risk losing this chance at happiness.

And thus he came to be seated at dinner, on Jeb's right hand, with Rebecca to his right, Alex across the table beside Meg. Jonathon had taken him sailing in the late afternoon, and they were all dressed in casual, swimming or boating costumes. Daniel was still slightly unsure that what Meg had told him about the situation within the Pine family was true, but without a doubt, there seemed a mood of debauchery, of seething sexual heat, which surrounded them all.

Jeb's bikini was tiny, and so loose that from his vantage point, Daniel could see the nipple of her left breast, stiff and pink as she chatted away in her offhand style. "So there was Daniel, poor boy, naked, with his dirty pants in hand, staring at me in the shower, his little thingy stiff. From what Rebecca tells me, dear boy, its not so little anymore. So I swooped him up and carried him back to bed, while his eyes were shut tight, and after I had put new pj's on him, he whispered 'Don't tell dad, please Jebs.' I never did dear, but I do remember that from then on, you tended to worship me. If it happened today, I'm sure I would act quite differently." Everyone was giggling except Meg, who seemed to be doing something in Jonathon's lap. Daniel noticed that Alex too was staring at his mother's tits.

Jeb looked first at Alex, and then quickly over at Daniel. With a dazzling grin, she murmured "There's a bit of plastic in there, Daniel, from after I nursed these greedy little blighters. Wouldn't stop until they were almost two. Men are missing a great deal, not being able to nurse their children. Its really a very sensual experience."

Meg looked up, her shoulder still moving slightly, and in her throaty, turned on voice crooned "Oh it is, it feels so intimate and sexy. Though I must say, Jeb, you've carried it somewhat further than I ever dared. I think it was my loss."

Rebecca interrupted by asserting "You older ladies seem to insist on the need for that cosmetic surgery. If you were a little smaller it would be easier." She leaned over to Daniel and whispered "I imagine I'll do it too, of course. One becomes accustomed to the attention there you see. And men do so like playing with them." He felt her hand caress his stiff cock gently, then retract.

Jeb rose from the table. Daniel's hand shook as she took it, pulled him to his feet and announced, "We'll be retiring to the bedroom, my dears, and you all have my permission to engage in whatever nasty excesses you choose. Come darling." As she pulled him up the stair, he saw Meg and Jonathon hurrying out the french doors into the night, Meg's boobs now bare and bouncing as they almost ran into the warm summer air. Rebecca was emptying the last of the champagne into her glass, as Alex walked around behind her, and cupped her breasts through the tee shirt hanging loose from her shoulders.

They hurried into the master bedroom, and by the time Jeb stood beside the large bed, she was nude. She began to talk as he pushed off his shorts. "We have decided we must take you into our little family circle, darling, because Rebecca seems to have decided you would be a suitable husband for her. Meg advises that you will have to deal with your fond memories, and I must say that giving you that relief will not be a burden for me. You display excellent judgment in your choice of secretaries, darling. And it is a requirement that all our men be rather larger than normal, but I see she was correct, you are qualified. Now Daniel, pretend you are again a little boy, and let Jeb take care of you. Lie down here, no don't touch, Let me."

She lay down beside him, her hand on his face. She whispered "You've waited twenty years, darling, take your time and enjoy this. Mmmmm, you can touch them now, the nipples were always so sensitive, gently darling, slowly. We have all night."

There was nothing gentle about Meg's writhing, anxious body as she straddled Jonathon's hips, squeezing and fucking his cock, using all her experience. She had pushed him to the soft summer grass as soon as they were out of the light from the dining room, mumbling "No foreplay you beastly, sexy man. Do you know my cunt begins to gush whenever you're around? That day you came to see Daniel in the office, I thought you noticed. God that cock feels so good inside my hot pussy, its a pleasure to fuck a man my age for a change. You know I'll still be his secretary after he marries Rebecca, and I fully expect to continue to enjoy the company of your beautiful family. Darling I'm going to cum already, but don't worry, I have rather good staying power for an older lady. Oh you lovely lovely man, ohhhhhhh......."

Jonathon reveled in her passionate nature, the wild yet freely expressed embrace of her vibrant orgasmic release. He had always loved it in Jeb, and Bec amazed him at times with her climaxes. He held himself in check as Meg came slowly down, her eyes opening to stare at him, then a sensual grin. "Why you evil brute, you want to see me cum again, do you? Oh Jonathon, I surely will, even harder, ream me darling, but do come with me this time, I want your hot seed deep inside me. Oh that's it, fuck me, FUCK ME.........."

Alex sat on the easy chair in the sitting room just off the dining room, the light reflecting off the windows. Rebecca, her nakedness enhanced by the shimmering moonlight, was rising and falling on his stiff member as it lodged deep in her bum. His hand was fingering her wet vagina, but they were not rushing, enjoying each other's familiar bodies. "Did you see his face, Alex, you beast, as though he was in a trance? Mother will fix him up. He'll be ready for me after this weekend. But I do feel I should taste old Meg's pussy before they go home. It's so fucking big, you animal, don't stop, don't stop, oh Alex, never stop."

Daniel stared up into Jeb's pussy as she lowered it gently to his mouth. "You see darling, it's a perfectly good cunt, though the clit is a bit large. No, no, just lick the lips for a while, wait, wait, mmmmmm, yes now the clitty, dear, suck on it, that's the idea, oh yes darling." He felt a strange set of pleasures, the realization of what he now knew was a lifelong fantasy, enjoyment of this sexy woman climaxing into his mouth, and wonder that she could be so free with him. It all added up to a building heat in his groin, waiting for her to sink onto him, to connect to her body, to release him into heady pleasure, to heal his broken soul. As he soared toward climax, too fast he knew but with a wonderful sense of freedom, he heard her whisper "Yes Daniel, fill my cunt, my pussy, oh you're going to be such a nice addition to our family."

Epilogue

Daniel marveled, not for the first time, as he watched his wife writhing in orgasm. He had known his share of women, but none remained as beautiful as Rebecca in the throes of passionate release. Even Jeb and Meg, experienced sensualists that they were, could not keep their well maintained beauty through the paroxysms of climax the way Bec did. Her blond hair would be mussed slightly, but only sufficiently to give her a windblown, casual look. Her face would blush light pink, but in such a fetching way that it filled his soul, and her smile was always bright and happy. Her body took on a little sheen of perspiration, making her glow.

He pushed his cock deep inside her, remembering her whispered "Keep it in there when I cum, dearest, don't let my nasty little cunt push you out." Even now, the little belly that betrayed her pregnancy and the slight browning of her nipples could not detract from her loveliness as she climaxed.

She had been in the grip of her cum for a minute or so, and as she began to come down, smiled up at him with her entrancing grin and murmured "Oh Daniel, you do know how to please a girl." It called up another time in both their memories, when he wasn't sure he did. But he knew her well by now, holding his own urge to spurt in check, for she would be demanding another fuck shortly, after a little cuddle and kissing. She was an insistent, unapologetic voluptuary, and he loved being able to satisfy her. They were practiced, comfortable lovers now, and would often spend three or four hours in an evening, naked, wet, and horny.

What surprised him was his own feelings, and the amazing sensuality he had gained in their three years of marriage. His day would often begin with a cum at the office with Meg, then with Bec as soon as he got home, and then once or even twice during an evening. Once a month or so, Jeb would come into the office and eat Meg's always ready pussy as Daniel fucked her. Jonathon sometimes came by and they doubled Meg, which she always maintained gave her the greatest orgasms "in Christendom". Rebecca loved to do the same with he and Alex, though lately "That french slut" had been keeping her brother rather busy. "I think he means to marry her, darling. We'll see then if she maintains that snotty attitude as a member of this family."

So as Rebecca Roper, nee Pine, to quote the London Times "The beautiful bride of one of our most eligible bachelors", pulled him down against her nakedness, murmuring her pleasure, he smiled happily, thinking that what he always thought of as Meg's choice had been so easy, and so thrilling. Jeb had whispered to him one weekend night recently, after she had spurted wildly over his stomach as he fucked her ass, "I think you've exorcised your ghosts awfully well, darling."

What ghosts, he thought.