Epilogue

“A car just turned into the driveway,” Nick reported. He and Michelle were on security duty, watching the CCTV camera that looked for such an approach. There were four such couples who stayed in the converted shack that Joe had used for his painting, each taking shifts, night and day. Boring stuff, so they did other things. Sometimes working for Karissa, or Laia as they knew her, in other ways. Promotion. Logistics. Accounting. Sometimes working on their own thing. Most had second jobs they could work from home, so to speak, and used the top end computer equipment that Karis supplied.

The cabin and the property around it had been purchased by the twins a few years before from Joe’s younger daughter, given to her by Joe’s will. Money from Karissa’s growing escort business, Karis managing it, crazy tales of a nymph and satyr providing offspring who become great leaders became targeted advertising to a select elite providing the greatest income from those who actually believed it, but otherwise from an ever widening pool of johns, was still needing some funds from Simon, freely given. At first Joe’s daughter, Betsie, was both reluctant and skeptical. But meeting the two changed her mind. And not just satisfying her bisexual, mostly lesbian needs from the most beautiful woman she’d ever met and a man, though ugly to look at, who knew how to please her like no other man had and would ever have. But also the promise that she would always be welcomed to stay there whenever and however long she wanted. And perhaps some beguilement as well.

“No one expected?” Karissa responded via speakerphone to Nick’s warning.

“No. It’s a woman. She’s alone. And...”

“And?”

“Let me send you the feed.”

He did.

“Oh,” said Karissa.

“We’ll take positions,” said Michelle.

“Of course,” said Karissa.

“What is it?” Karis asked from the kitchen.

“Come look,” said Karissa.

“Oh,” he said when she showed him the image. “I’ll take position.”

“Maybe dress first?”

They laughed.

The drive, which they had paved, took a couple minutes. Karissa waited at the front of the cabin wearing a tight tank top t shirt and soft shorts, revealing her voluptuousness and strength. She didn’t bother arming herself. Her security and her brother focused guns at the unknown guest, hidden in the trees or, in her brother’s case, at a cabin window.

The woman stepped from her rented Jeep dressed in casual business attire. A buttoned shirt and knee length skirt. Looking like Karissa.

“Who are you?” Karissa asked.

“I’m Leda, the daughter of Mephisto. I’m not here for revenge. The opposite in fact.”

“Step away from the car.”

Leda nodded and did as asked. Michelle, a slim and petite Japanese woman appeared and came to her and frisked her. “You should look in my purse too,” Lena said. “I’ll need it.”

Michelle nodded to Karissa. “Let’s go inside,” said Karissa. “Michelle will bring you your bag.”

“Thanks,” Leda smiled.

Karissa noticed the disappointment in Leda’s face entering the small cabin. “Not what you expected?” she asked.

“Not in the least. I would expect your clientele...”

“Are here to have the best fuck of their life.”

“Still.”

Karissa laughed. “Some prefer the simple rustic experience. Others prefer something more ostentatious and ... ceremonial? We had a temple built on the other side of the stream.”

“Can I see it?”

“What do you want?”

Karis, who had slid out of the house during the brief moment by the jeep, came in with Lena’s large purse. The three sat together at the dining table.

“I want to thank you for taking care of my father,” said Lena.

“You mean killing him?” Karissa asked.

“Yes.”

“He hurt you?”

“He raped me. He turned my mother into a drunk with his abuse. She basically killed herself driving off a road.”

“She looked like me?”

“Maybe more than I do. She had your green eyes. He was disappointed mine were brown.”

“You’re welcome. He was the source of a great deal of pain for me as well. He killed the man that built this cabin. And my two favorite people in the world. Not directly, but...”

“Of course not. I took over his business because there was no one left, and with a great deal of trouble.”

“You had no brother?”

“He was killed by you when you killed my father. No loss there. He was learning to be as cruel as his father.

“I was determined to learn the business,” Leda continued. “Learned business and financing in college, and seduced my father’s accountant to get to know the business specifically.”

“You planned to take over?”

“You mean killing him and my brother? Probably wouldn’t have been able to get away with it. But I wanted to learn the business. Maybe to make it less ... parasitic?”

“And have you?”

“I think so.”

“Good for you. So what brings you here?”

“A couple reasons. One business. The other ... personal.”

“Business first then,” Karissa smiled.

Leda pulled a folder out of her bag and handed it to Karissa. Karissa opened it. Names and addresses and other information.

“What’s this?” Karissa asked.

“I keep getting contacted about a new Naia. Rumors from your ... assassination and ... hopeful thinking. I told them I’d get back to them.”

“Go on.”

“What you’re doing now. It’s mostly Americans?”

“Mostly.”

“You could broaden it to Europeans. Others too. I think you could even charge more.”

“Money is helpful, but it isn’t all that important,” Karissa replied.

“Speak for yourself,” said Karis.

“I thought maybe you could work out of Naia’s temple,” Leda added.

“That would be impossible,” said Karissa.

“Why? I know you sometimes visit your...”

“Johns? Yes. And we have another location in the Appalachians. But those places, here and there, both have something that old temple doesn’t.”

“What’s that?”

“Pristine water. Or as pristine as any available that I’ve found.”

“Why do you need that?”

“Let me show you. Follow me.”

They exited the cabin and went to the stream, where Karissa and Karis stripped. Karissa to enter the water and become one with it. Karis because he preferred to be naked. When Karissa dove in and came out glowing, Leda was amazed. “Join us,” said Karis, hip deep in the water. “You definitely have nothing to be shy about,” he smirked.

Leda shrugged and stripped. Not the perfection of Karissa, but smooth and voluptuous and toned. “Cold,” she murmured when she entered the stream.

“Best to go all in,” Karis chuckled, dunking in the water.

Lena did the same. It helped. Swimming helped more. “Where is she?” she asked.

Karis moved in front of her. “She can stay under water for a long time. It’s like she can breathe it, but mostly she just becomes one with it. If you look closely in the pool you can see a glow.”

“I can see it!”

“What was the personal thing,” Karis asked, moving behind her.

“I ... wanted to be with her. And with you. I ... it’s hard for me to relax with men.”

“Understandable,” said Karis, kissing her neck. “But it would have to be separate. Karissa and I ... don’t have sex together.”

“Oh.”

“But we sometimes share a room.” Karis carefully caressed her nipples.

Leda reached down and found his penis, which, though flaccid, soon began to harden.

“I heard you were like your father,” she breathed.

“And it doesn’t scare you?”

“It does. But ... I heard you can make me more ... relaxed? Oh my.”

Karissa had risen from the water. Somehow she looked even more exquisite. And sexier.

“My sister’s hot, isn’t she?” Karis whispered into Leda’s ear between nips.

“Yes!”

“I think you’re hotter. In fact the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“But you’re sister.”

“Looks like you. But I don’t see her like others do. I love her, and she’s beautiful, but it’s never sexual with us.” One of his hands continued tending to her nipples, while the other slid between her thighs, gently caressing her pussy. “Would you like to see our temple? There’s a room we can play.”