The story involves themes of Incest, BDSM, Dominance/submission, bisexuality and some homo-erotica. If any of that offends you, just move on to another story. All characters are 18+ years of age. And this is a work of fiction. Thanks to John and Jake for their help with suggestions, editing and proofreading. Comments, Favorites, and Ratings are very much appreciated. Suggestions for kinks, characters or plot are often worked into future chapters. Thanks for reading.
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My mom left for my grandmother's this morning, my father's mother, Blue's mother-in-law. I don't know why we don't visit Grandma more. She only lives four hours away. And my mom's parents are both gone now. Anyway, I got a text from my mother, my lover, and my submissive slut, Blue.
Blue:
On my way to your Grandmother's. I don't know about this business of trying to seduce her. I don't even know where to start.
Bobby:
Don't text and drive! When you meet her, hug her longer than usual. Try to touch her butt, and kiss her cheek, maybe her lips. Use the word, "SEXY," some way.
Blue:
Sexy? She's not SEXY! She's an old bag! And I'm not driving. I stopped for coffee and a bathroom break.
Bobby:
OK. Say, sexy dress. Sexy eyes. Sexy legs. It doesn't matter. Plant a seed in her mind. Text me your progress later.
Blue:
Yes, Daddy. **kisses**
I called Blix Johnson, the black Private Detective Man-Giant. He told me where Ian and Gina's home is. Blix was also very grateful I had set him up with Gina, my newest submissive, a beautiful little person with oversized, fake hooters. He wanted to give me a play by play on their loving. I told him, I would get an update from my sub, Gina, later.
So, I met Gina and Blix at her house around 9:35 AM. I had decided to skip my school lectures that Friday, and hope I could catch up by studying the texts. My Calculus Professor actually has all her lectures in video files and available online. Sometimes the online lectures don't match up exactly with what got covered live in the lecture, but it's generally close.
There were two guys with Blix who had a moving van. They had boxes and a tape gun. We went through the house, taking stuff and carrying it out to the truck. We got all of Gina's clothing, a dresser, and an antique roll-top desk. We left the dining room and kitchen furniture. The only piece we took from the living room was a recliner sized for Gina. Gina is a little person, less than four feet tall. We took a china cabinet, with a set of china that had been Gina's mothers. We left all the kitchen utensils, pots and pans. Gina said she hated the stuff anyway. And then we raided a room in the basement that was filled with clown props! There were stage magic tricks. A tiny bike and unicycle! A mascot badger head that was stuffed with the rest of the badger costume. (Why a badger? I didn't know. And we were working so quickly to get the stuff that Gina wanted, I didn't take time to ask.)
At one point, I asked Gina, "Where would Ian keep his tattoo needles?" Gina's husband had given her a terrible, amatuer tattoo that covered the small of her back.
Gina shook her head. "I don't think Ian ever had any tattoo needles, Bobby."
I rolled my eyes. "Shit. OK. Then show me where your sewing kit is."
Gina took me to the laundry room. Up on a shelf too high for her to reach without a stool was the sewing kit. And sure enough, inside the box was a bottle of India Ink! This was the stuff that Ian had used to do his fucked-up tattoo on Gina's lower back, reading, "IAN'S LITTLE FUCK-DOLL!"
Gina didn't have a car. She doesn't know how to drive. She said Ian did all the driving. I guess it was another way Ian maintained control of Gina. Since last night, Ian had texted Gina fifteen to twenty times. He had called and left half-a-dozen messages on her cell phone. Gina said each one sounded angrier and angrier. Gina didn't want to return his texts or calls. She didn't know what to say to her husband (and twin brother).
We left Gina's house a little after 11 AM, and drove straight to the offices of Coulson and Coulson, her law firm. There was some confusion there. Ian wasn't in the office, but there were two secretaries there. We took Gina's desk, while Gina spoke to her secretary, a mousy blonde with Coke-bottle, horn rimmed glasses. Kinda cute. She looked meek, like maybe she'd be easy to dominate. But I really shouldn't think of every new woman I meet as a potential sexual conquest. It was a habit I needed to break.
We were in the middle of taking Gina's filing cabinets when her phone rang. It was Ian again. I told Gina she should take it this time. Gina told Ian she was leaving him. Ian was furious. He was threatening to call the cops. He said that all of the office furniture was owned by him. He controlled the business, and that all the furniture, files and clients belonged to him alone.
Gina was flustered. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to stand up to her husband. She just kept repeating, "I don't care. It's over, Ian. No, it's over."
Blix finally said, "Let me talk to him." Gina looked at me. I shrugged and Gina handed the phone to Blix. Blix took the phone and said in his deep, raspy, unmistakable voice, "Hello, Mr. Coulson?...Yes, this is Blix Johnson...Yes, I recognized your voice too, Sir... Yes, I've done some work for your firm, several times...Yes...Well, this time, I've been retained by Ms.Coulson, exclusively...Yes, that's right. In fact, she's has had me put you under surveillance for a number of weeks...That's privileged. No...I was wondering about your working relationship with Judge Nash...I know that you know her daughter, Cynthia, very well...How old is Cynthia?...Well, I know, Sir. She's seventeen, a High School Junior...Do you remember escorting her to a bar a few weeks ago?...Yes, she could barely walk when you two left together...Oh, it was you. You can clearly see it's you in the photographs. You can also tell that it's your car parked outside the Shangri La Motel...No. No, I haven't...No, I am not blackmailing you, Sir. I have not asked you for anything. I'm just wondering, do you really want to call the Police and have them interview Gina and myself now?...No?...No...We haven't decided...Yes. Ms. Coulson will be seeking a divorce, and a separation from your firm. Will you be contesting either of those moves?"
I touched Blix's arm and whispered, "Tell Ian, we'll have a Forensic Accountant go through the firm's and Ian and Gina's personal finances, to make sure there is an equitable division of community property."
Blix said, "Mr. Coulson, Gina will have her accountant contact you to go over your finances, so the business and personal assets can be fairly divided...Yes, I do recognize that the property and business is entirely in your name, but do you think that is fair? I don't...Well, if you don't agree, we will have to bring the matter before a Judge. Maybe we can get before Judge Nash...No. I am definitely NOT blackmailing you, Mr. Coulson. If you feel I am, please, contact the authorities. I am just letting you know what I think is fair. And that Regina's accountant will be contacting you next week...Yes. No, she won't be coming back...No...Fine." And he handed the phone back to Gina.
Gina took the phone and looked at me. She said, "Goodbye, Ian...That's none of your business now...No. You don't need to know...You can show those records to my accountant...Next week. Probably Monday or Tuesday...No, I don't. That's over...Not anymore. Goodbye, Ian...No. Goodbye...I will remember that's the last thing you ever said to me!" And she hung up.
"What did he say?" I asked.
Gina shook her head and wiped her eyes. "He told me to go to Hell."
I knelt beside her and said, "Come here." She melted into my arms, and we kissed gently. I gestured to Blix and he knelt next to Gina too. She turned and hugged him and kissed him too.
Then Gina looked up at her secretary, and said, "What, Vicky! It's like you've never seen a girl kiss her two boyfriends before!" Then Gina giggled. She asked Vicky to come come with her and continue on as her secretary, But Vicky hemmed and hawed, shuffled her feet and said that Ian would probably fire her if she did that. Gina said that Ian might fire her anyway, even if she stayed. She warned her that there would not be a position for her in the new office if she changed her mind later. Vicky asked if there would be a raise involved. Gina thought a moment and said that there would probably be an initial cut in base salary, until her firm got on it's feet, but she could offer her a percentage of the new firms profits, essentially part ownership, and a raise when finances looked up. But Vicky passed on the offer. Gina shrugged and said, "Your loss, Vic. I would've shared Blix with you too!" Then she winked at the shocked girl and kissed Blix again with even more passion.
I laughed.
We drove to Dad's office in town and set up Gina's desk and files in an unused office off the street. Dad was there. So was his Personal Assistant, Stephanie Bahl. They wanted to introduce Gina to the rest of the people working in the office, but I said that we had to get going. Blix had to be at Dr. Shapiro's before noon, before Eugene and Nancy arrived. And Blix and Gina were both getting the Twilight Special, a general exam and a battery of STD tests, so that the Family could have sex with Blix and Gina without using condoms. And Gina was having her breast enlargements reduced to a less painful size.
Dad and Stephanie hugged Blix and Gina and me. Stephanie was more stiff. She called me Bobby, not Sir, or Master. Then again, we were in her workspace, not naked and making out.
Blix thanked the guys in the truck and gave them about fifteen hundred dollars cash for their time. Blix just had a wad of hundreds in his wallet! As a poor college kid, I found the flashy display pretty impressive.
I got another text from Blue.
Blue:
I just arrived. I gave Grandma Kate a long hug, hello, and felt her butt a little. I kissed both her cheeks and complimented her dress. I said the color made her eyes look sexy. She laughed at that.
Bobby:
Keep finding excuses to be affectionate. When it comes time to discuss Red and Nick, explain how being free of Nick has liberated your husband's libido.
Blue:
Do you want me to tell her about you, Daddy?
