Pixie
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Chapter 52: A Family Compound
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 52: A Family Compound - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
I heard a car pull up to the house on Sunday morning. I looked out but didn’t recognize the vehicle, so I went to the front door. Upon opening the door, I had a frantic but very hot female in my arms kissing me and telling me that she loved me and missed me and never wanted to leave again.
Jane!
“What are you doing here?”
I looked over her shoulder, and Troy was still in the driveway helping to unload the back of an Uber where four large suitcases were wedged into the small space. He waved. I would have helped but Jane was hanging from my body and still insisting that I kiss her some more. I did that for another couple of minutes.
The greeting noises brought Mel into the foyer from the kitchen. The second she saw Jane, she launched herself at our new arrival, and soon they were hugging and kissing. By then, Troy had reached the rest of us, just leaving the suitcases standing on our front stoop.
We did a man hug, and then I was pushed aside as the females in the house surrounded him with hugs and kisses.
I got a look at Jane, and no doubt but that she was expecting. I said, “You’re preggers! When are you due?”
Over the din of conversations, Jane announced, “Around the end of next January. Troy is the father, and yes, we’re married now as you know. Moreover, I got my green card about a week ago. We’ve spent hours with an immigration attorney and at the American Embassy doing various forms, being interviewed, fingerprinted, and just about strip searched. They decided the U.S. likes me, especially the jobs I’m helping to create with a couple of prudent investments. That piece of paper cost me about $10 million, but it is money invested and not just spent.”
We hugged again, and the entire group migrated to the back patio where the babble of conversation went on all morning. We were in a big conversation circle with the children playing in the pool under Ivy’s supervision.
Someone asked, “After you left St. Croix, what did you do?”
The couple laughed. Troy nodded for Jane to speak. She said, “Troy told me he really loved me shortly before we left. He also proposed. I was stunned. In answer, I asked him to come to the U.K. with me. I still hadn’t said ‘yes’. He’d been working remotely, so he just got an extension to be able to do that.”
Troy added, “I went bonkers over Jane from the moment we met. I realized that I’d jumped the gun with my proposal of marriage, but after we got to London, I realized that Jane was seriously considering it. That gave me a jolt of joy, so instead of a short stay and coming home, I stayed with her. We traveled up to the small town where she was from and met her mother, sister, and several cousins. Somehow, I impressed them and they gave me the seal of approval. Jane then told me her answer was ‘yes’.”
Jane picked up the thread. “We just had a small family wedding right there. Troy’s parents flew over for the ceremony. There were only about fifteen of us plus the vicar.”
Troy said, “Lest I be accused of going after her money, we did a pre-nup with the local barrister in her hometown. That said, I want you all to know that I consider that we are married for life. I love this woman.” He held up their joined hands.
Jane laughed and said, “Further, and perhaps you’re all wondering, we decided that when we could finally get back with all of you that we wanted to have the same kind of open marriage that Doug and Mel have. We love all of you and want to reestablish the same kind of closeness and intimacy that we shared with you on St. Croix.”
The couple were besieged with questions and congratulations, along with more kisses and hugs.
I learned that they were going to head off to Troy’s condominium later, try to get his car started, and also try to arrange a car for Jane.
Troy rolled his eyes and said, “I am way overdue to check-in where I’ve been working. My bosses must be the most tolerant people in North America. I was talking to them weekly about what was going on in my life and I guess they were exceptionally sympathetic to love, marriage, and the importance of the green card.”
Mel teased, “So, you’ve only been having sex with each other for over five months? That must have taken some effort.”
Jane and Troy looked at each other, and I instantly knew that something had been going on. Jane spoke, “Well, there were a few others involved during that time.”
Mel perked up, “Come on, spill the beans.”
“I did a few escort jobs, and also introduced Troy to one of my sexy friends. We’ve been ‘active’, so to speak. For certain, however, is that he’s the father of junior. My male ‘friends’ understood my situation and were accommodating.” She patted her baby bulge.
Katie spoke up, “Jane, you are an inspiration.” We all applauded the comment.
We fed the couple who’d arrive in New York the day before, and had then gotten an early flight that day to Columbus.
After lunch and more conversations, we put their luggage in my SUV and I drove them to Troy’s apartment. Troy’s car was right where he left it and covered in layers of pollen and dirt from dozens of storms. The battery was dead, so I got out jumper cables and with some effort we got it running and charging the battery. While Troy and Jane assessed the vacant apartment, I took his car for a half-hour drive and also to find a car wash. Once back at his place, we let the car sit for another span of time and then restarted it. It came right back to life.
I implored them to come back to the house for dinner and ‘whatever’ and they liked that idea. I left the two of them to unpack a few things and get a little better organized. Jane was planning a quick trip to the grocery store nearby as well.
When the couple rejoined us at cocktail time, I was able to show them the many photos that I’d taken only a week or two earlier of the addition to the St. Croix home. They were both jumping up and down and wanted to see it firsthand. They deserved first pick of the place since Jane had funded the entire renovation project. I had had nothing to do with the financial side of the project, which was rare for me.
We also told them about the purchase we’d just made a week earlier of a larger home in New Albany that we were turning into a similar building project, adding more rooms, bathrooms, and bedrooms. We promised a tour in the near future as soon as the closing took place. All I’d managed to do so far was get the house and property inspected, countered on the price as a result, and settled on a final deal. Mel had moved the money from one of the investment accounts to the escrow account ready for the closing in a couple of weeks. I had the job, shared with Devon, of lining up a general contractor for the additions we wanted to build.
We flew through dinner and then got down to ‘whatever’. That involved Jane and I making love for almost two hours beside the pool. She was keyed up and really wanted me. Mel joined us after a while, and the three of us had a lovely and highly sexual time together.
Troy had spent time with Mel and then Katie by the end of the second round. There was some sapphic playtime by some of the women, as others joined the men in a rest period in the pool or hanging out at our patio bar.
I ended the evening with young Devon and after I got some light blankets we slept on a chaise outside under the overhang of the upstairs balcony to avoid the morning dew. Also, sleeping near us on another chaise were Carson and Ivy. I drifted off listening to them whispering to each other.
Zach Williams of Columbus Construction, Bob Reynolds – our architect, and Dale Cooper – our engineer, sat around the makeshift table in the living room of the house we’d just bought. On the table were the blueprints for the addition to the house, as well as modifications that we’d be making to the existing house, including some decorating features that required the contractor’s skills. Mel and Katie were still going to be working on the decorating features for the next few months.
It’s nice to have money and also a position in a property development company that spends large amounts of money with people just like these three. Besides that lure, I’d also offered a premium to Zach for an accelerated construction schedule rather than the estimated year to eighteen months such a job would usually take. I suggested six months and Zach winced so badly, that I let him counter with eight and some likely slippage on punch list items in the addition.
The next day after signing the contract, the backhoe and bulldozer prepared the space and trenches for the new footings and foundation for the new wing. We were doubling the size of the house from about 5,000 to 10,000 square feet with a mix of bedroom and active living space for both adults and children. We’d planned ahead for more children too. We were also adding a swimming pool, which the house did not have.
Zach thought that he could get the foundation, frame, roof, and windows done by Thanksgiving. With a dried in house, the construction crews could then focus on the interior work. After Thanksgiving in Columbus the weather became cold, rainy, snowy, slushy, and not the kind where you’d want to work outdoors. Zach was motivated.
I explained to him that we’d disappear sometime to our other home on the islands, but still hoped for progress with an end of April target completion date. The ground breaking took place the last day in August. Everyone in the extended family had come to the new home site to watch the start of the project.
At home that night, Katie and I were creating gales of laughter in Taylor, as she stumbled awkwardly from one of us to the other with her early try at walking. She was also happily talking in gobbledygook about ‘ma-ma’ and ‘da-da’. Some of the others were watching up and laughing at the family scene.
The other children, Ashley and Meghan – both age nine, and Catrice – age seven, were creating a whole new game based on Chutes & Ladders. I noted that my youngest Pixie with Mel seemed a social equal to the other two girls. She had no truck with the older girls pushing her off because she was younger and smaller.
Ivy had gone off for dinner and an overnight with Carson – the head of, and my boss, at Steele Property Trust or SPT. He’d also engaged Mel and Katie again for some design and decorating work on an aging apartment complex that he’d bought on the north side of the city.
With the St. Croix project finished except for some minor punch list items, I floated the idea of heading to the island right after Thanksgiving.
The resistance came from Mel, Katie, and a couple of others that had hoped to involve their parents in the celebration in some way. I countered with the suggestion that we now had the room in the villa for everyone, and also the money to fly them down either commercially or by private jet. That spurred some reconsideration of the idea, and phone calls with their elders.
Ultimately, everyone unanimously agreed that we wanted to be in St. Croix starting on December fifteenth. Patti and I took on the task of arranging everyone’s travel plans. The close-in extended family would travel together in a private jet. We up-sized our jet so that we’d stop and pick-up passengers in Massachusetts and near Marietta, Georgia, before heading to the island. A smaller jet would pick-up passengers in Milwaukee, Rockford, Washington, and Tampa. A few others opted to come commercially at different times.
Our rental flight to St. Croix was a Boeing business jet based on the B737 design. The cabin, however, was ultimate luxury. Including our stops to pick-up passengers and top-off the fuel, we made it to St. Croix in time for cocktails on the veranda of the villa. Diana met us at the airport with two large jitneys and hugs for everyone to welcome them back to the island.
When we left Columbus, the weather was 40ºF, rain, with sleet forecast for later as a front passed by. St. Croix was 82ºF, sunny as the sun set, with light trade winds gracing the island.
Milza and Analee, our hired staff, had brought in two additional staff to contend with the needs of the thirty-five people that would be staying at the newly enlarged villa over the holiday. Eliza and Desiree doubled up as maids, cooks, servers, and anything else that was needed. Diana had approved the expansion of the staff.
As we arrived and came out on the pool patio, Eliza and Desiree were smiling broadly and staffing the patio bar, serving up drinks of choice. Margaritas were popular along with a few others requiring little umbrellas in them.