Those who have not read Chapters 1-4 should do so for the first parts of this story, as well as for background information. Chapter 2 is now fixed, and entitled "Ch 02". Thanks, Literotica guys!
For readers who might be interested in this plotline, the Ultimate Twist and answers to the issues are in this chapter. But there IS sex in here, so keep reading!
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Disclaimer: This story is fictional, and any resemblance to actual characters is purely coincidental. The author of this story does not condone rape, nor the use of drugs to incapacitate other persons for illicit purposes.
Part 19 - Legalities
I was in agony.
I had not worked out in several days, and it was showing. Sweat poured off of me. I looked at Todd and Melina, who seemed unfazed by their exertions.
We were in the hotel's gym room, putting their equipment to good use. Todd was using his workout to show off for Melina. My wife, however, was thoroughly into her workout with the intensity of effort she gives anything and everything that she does.
I had awakened Todd and Melina earlier as they slept in their spoon position. Melina reached back and stroked Todd's hair, then leaned her head back to let him kiss her. Her exposed neck looked graceful and sensuous as my teenage nephew gently kissed her lips, then kissed her more deeply. Just as he began to feel her up, however, Melina broke the kiss and slithered out of his arms.
"Let's go work out, boys." she said. Pinching my hip, she said "You definitely need to get down there with us."
And so here I was, half dead, as I watched my lovely wife work out, feeling somewhat ashamed that she was doing so much more than I was, but not ashamed enough to try harder.
After working out, we were showering, shaving, and other toiletries when the phone rang. Melina answered, then a moment later told us that Laura was meeting us in the dining room for breakfast at 7:00. Melina was wearing the same white pullover blouse and black slacks from yesterday, but she was wearing high-heel sandals with thin straps, showing off her feet. She also was wearing an appropriate amount of makeup, and she looked very good.
Dr. Laura Fredricson met us as promised. She looked stunning. She was wearing an off-white dress that clung to her sensational body. The hem only ran halfway down to her thighs. My prediction about her legs proved true. They were gorgeous, long and shapely. Laura was wearing a pair of high heel slides, the off-white color matching her dress. Her feet were every bit as elegant and sexy as Melina's, perhaps more so. I tried to think of anything I could to stop my stirring cock from becoming a raging erection. However, I followed Laura down the buffet line, and the sight of the clingy dress outlining her marvelous asscheeks was too much. I think she noticed my discomfort, also.
As we ate, I noticed that my wife was very hungry. She ate quite a bit from the buffet, and drank a lot of juices and water. During the breakfast, Laura outlined what our physicals would be like and what they were going to do. It was mostly blood work, but Laura was going to give Melina a full gynecological exam, and Todd and I were going to have to produce semen samples.
We arrived at Laura's office half an hour later, where Lieutenant Brittany Maxwell was waiting for us. The police detective also looked very good this morning. She was wearing a very light tan blouse and a darker tan skirt, and a pair of Candie's slides with a tan strap. Her legs were athletic, but I certainly would've had no problem staring at them for a while.
As we sat down, Britt's aide, the young guy who took my statements the day before, called her to the telephone. She flashed a smile and walked out of the room.
"I think she was smiling at you, Todd." my wife said to my nephew, perhaps teasing him.
"No, at you." Todd said. Melina looked as if Todd were teasing her back, so he added, "I'm pretty sure, and I think she dressed that way for your benefit, too." Melina's face showed surprise, then became thoughtful, but she registered no other emotion.
Britt came back in. "We've talked with Ned several times during the night, but we haven't gotten much further. At times he's cooperative, at times he gets very resistant."
"First: He readily admits to trying to create a scenario where Todd would have sex with Melina. First with Don's approval, then he was going to give Don one of those red pills, the anger pills, and hope that Don harmed Todd, or vice versa."
"Second: Todd, Ned really hates you. He babbled on for hours about how you were always verbally and physically abusing him at home, and that you would take girls away from him." Todd rolled his eyes. "I don't think you're actually to blame," Britt added, "as he said everyone at high school picked on him and beat him up."
"I think he's way exaggerating the physical abuse." Todd said. "But he was a scrawny geek in school, and sure, everyone picked on him. He brought a bit of it on himself, too."
"I understand," said Britt, "but I just don't understand why he snapped. We've taken blood samples to see if he's been taking drugs, but the prelims show nothing, and I suspect we won't find much of anything."
"Now," Britt continued, "comes the other part. I brought up the email you gave me, Melina. I also tried discussing Ned's mother with him, asking if she was involved in any way with his activities. Whenever I did, he became angry, glared at me, and wouldn't say anything. He did say once that she was the only person that loved him and wasn't mean to him, but when I came back to that, he clammed up again."
Suddenly, the door to Laura's office burst open. A tall, slender man walked in. He was wearing a dark gray suit, white shirt and silk tie, and carried a black briefcase. His black hair was slicked back, and his forced, set smile revealed brilliantly white teeth, almost too much so. He was handsome, but had a slick, oily look to him that bespoke of a snake-oil salesman.
We were all shocked by his entrance, but I whispered to Melina "I'll bet he's a lawyer."
Britt was already frowning at the man. Laura had risen at his entrance, angry that the privacy her closed office door entailed had been so abruptly and brutally breached. I thought I heard Todd slightly groan.
"My name is Charles Jefferson Worthingdon The Third," he announced, in a half-English accent, "of the Sommes, Worthingdon and Williams law firm."
Melina pinched my leg, and we both suppressed smiles as the shyster continued. "I am the family attorney of Ned and Todd's parents, and I am here representing the interests of young Ned and young Todd."
"Not my interests, Slick." said Todd.
"And just who has hired you to represent these interests?" said Detective Maxwell.
"The mother of these young men." said the shyster.
"Lieutenant Maxwell--" began Todd, but the lawyer interrupted him.
