Chapter 13: The Marlfield mansion

9th Grade: January 17th - January 18th, 1986

The black limo pulled into our driveway filling nearly the entire drive. Even before the vehicle had been taken out of gear, I had my suitcase waiting by the trunk. I had a feeling that this was a different vehicle than the last one I had ridden in, but there were no exterior markings to indicated this besides the license plate which I hadn’t taken note of.

A different driver got out, came around to the rear passenger door and opened it for my father. I nearly dropped my suitcase. Not only was my father clothed, but he was all decked out in a black and white tux.

I did drop my suitcase when my mother came out. I had never seen her so dressed up, so beautiful, so ... sexy. I swallowed hard when she walked over in her black and white sparkling blouse and matching skirt, accenting her curves while still being conservative enough not to appear - as Suzi would say - slutty. Her legs were perfect, and her smile was genuinely warm. And she had that smile pointed at my father, which was even more shocking. She had been so nervous about finally seeing him she had called in sick to work that day. But there wasn’t a sign of that now.

I followed my suitcase to the ground when the pair nearly ripped each other’s clothes off while they kissed. The squawking sound I made when my backend hit the ground was probably the only thing that stopped them from raping each other on the spot. They straightened out each other’s clothes while my mother wiped off the lipstick she had smeared all over his mouth, giggling like a schoolgirl as my father said things which were beyond my range of hearing.

The driver helped me up and then opened the trunk and put my suitcase in. I had packed enough for five days even though it was only for the weekend. When my father asked where my mother’s suitcase was, she held up her small matching purse saying, “Right here.”

I stared at my suitcase as the driver shut the trunk, realizing how stupid I had been. I wouldn’t be needing any clothes once I got there. Even my mother knew that.

My father called me over, and for a moment I felt like the three of us were a family. When that reality hit me, I shuddered internally. In another life, I might have simply accepted letting my grandmother suck me off whenever I got a hangnail or something, just to make me feel better. “Grandma, would you blow me? I’ll even hold your teeth for you.” Shudder, shudder.

I had a strange duality when it came to my father. Yes, he was my father, in some ways I respected him, and I suppose I cared for him even though I didn’t really know him. But I also despised everything he stood for. I knew everything I would be enjoying this weekend, everything I had been excited about for the past month was his gift to me for being his son. But it also was an attempt to corrupt me with his way of life. A life I so desperately wanted to reject but knew I had already started to accept.

But I actually didn’t mind a little corruption as long as my friends were with me. They were my insurance, my protection from allowing the corruption to take my soul. Perhaps this notion was a bit naive, but as it turned out, they indeed were my saviors, and I theirs.

As we climbed into the limo, I saw it was a different one. There was no bed, just incredible plush velvety seats that I imagined folded out to become a bed if needed. There was plenty of room for Joey and Suzi when we picked them up on the way to my father’s Marlfield mansion.

Joey’s house, of course, was just down the street. As we pulled into Joey’s driveway, Joey was already standing right where the door would be, making it appear as if we had pulled up to him. Joey signaled for me to roll the window down before opening the door.

When I had done so, he said, “Welcome to Joey’s. May I take your order please?”

The driver put Joey’s suitcase in the trunk next to mine. While Joey’s parents checked out the limo and chatted with my mom and father, Joey motioned me out and we went to the rear, out of earshot.

“I saw your suitcase in the trunk,” Joey said. “That was good thinking. I mean, I had to pack like I was going to need clothes and stuff. But when my dad saw the limo coming back down the street, he said something about wondering how much room the trunk had. I nearly shit when I realized you wouldn’t be taking any clothes with you, and the trunk would be empty. So when did you start seeing into the future too?”

My face went red, but luckily Joey’s dad called saying it was time to leave. I climbed in and watched Joey’s mom hug and kiss him, followed by his dad. Joey squawked when his dad gave him a peck on the cheek and turned all red about it.

He got in, and they all repeated their good-byes through the window.

Once we were on our way, I said in a low voice like his dad’s, “Oh, Joey ... I’ll miss you!” and gave him a real kiss.

That really made him turn red with my mom and father sitting right there. My mother whispered something to my father, and his eyes moved to Joey’s left hand and grinned.

Joey’s body blush deepened even more, and then he said, “God, I HATE being fair-skinned and blond!”

My mother said, “Oh, don’t be, Joey. With your blond hair and blue eyes, girls are probably following you around everywhere.”

I said, grinning, “No they’re not, mom. With Suzi around, the other girls don’t dare.”

“What do you mean?” Joey said, seeking revenge. “Everyone at school thinks Suzi is with you and I’m just your best friend. I don’t think Suzi scares them away, so it must be you.”

“Ha ha,” I said, letting him have his minor victory.

Suzi’s house was a good fifteen minutes from Joey’s and mine. We were talking about nothing in particular for most of the trip when my mother and father began to shock me again.

My mom asked, “How is your mother? Is she well?”

My father said, “Oh, she’s fine. Getting on a bit, but she can still suck a golf ball through a garden hose if you know what I mean.” My father laughed at his own joke before he asked, “And what about your father? Is he still on that island? I would have had it bombed while you were mine, but I couldn’t figure out what island he was on.”

I said, exasperated, “MOM! You said you didn’t know where Grandpa was!”

“Whoops. Sorry, Samantha. I didn’t realize...”

My mom said, “That’s okay. I was going to tell him anyway.”

She turned to me and said, “I don’t know where he is, Timmy. And as far as I know, but he doesn’t know about you. After I discovered my abilities, I accidentally triggered his own. I’m afraid he is a little confused...”

My dad said, “A little? He thinks he’s God Almighty, Samantha. That is not just a little confused. That’s plain loony.”

“Well, at least he had enough sense to go and get an island in the middle of the Pacific to play God, unlike your father...”

“I suppose you’re right. Most of his slaves killed themselves when he did. Some of them I remember taking their virginities from. Pop didn’t leave many of those around when I was growing up. He always said...”

“Um, excuse me?” I interrupted. “Do I have any other living relatives that I should know about? What happened to my other grandma? And do I have any uncles or aunts?”

My mom said, “My mother truly died before you were born, and that’s what made my father lose touch with reality. As far as uncles and aunts ... Well, there’s my brother George, and Charles’ brother Larry, and what was your other brother’s name? The one that tried to take over that country with the army of women?”

“No no. That was Larry. You’re thinking of Spud. You know, here Spud! Good boy. And then, of course, there are your three sisters that pretend they’re witches. They do know how to throw a good party. All my sister does is go around collecting human testicles. But she has quite a collection.”

“What about brothers or sisters?” Joey asked quietly, yet very amused.

I exclaimed, “Yeah! What about brothers or sisters? Oh God! A month and a half ago, my only living relative was my mother. Then I meet my father, then my golf-ball-sucking grandmother. Now I have a family tree longer than my arm. And they’re all power-mad perverts or grown men who think they’re a dog!”

At that point, I covered up my face with my hands.

My mother and father burst out laughing, followed by Joey.

I screamed, “WHAT IS SO FUNNY!”

Joey sputtered between his giggles, “They ... were ... JoKINg!”

“ARRRGGGGH” I exclaimed, covering up my face again and sinking down in my seat almost to where my butt was about to fall off.

As if on cue, I felt the car stop. I looked up and there was Suzi’s face right where Joey’s had been when we pulled up at his house.

Reaching for the door, I muttered, “Great. Now I’m really going to get picked on.”

I got out and greeted Suzi, then I poked my head into the cab and said, “I think it would be safer if I rode in the trunk next to my suitcase full of five pairs of clothes. Just honk the horn when we get there, okay?”

I had my head out earshot before they could reply, and all I heard a moment later was a mild trio of chuckles.

I then heard Suzi ask the occupants of the limo, “What was that all about?”

I waited for the driver to open the trunk to put Suzi’s suitcase in and then asked him to wait a moment before he shut it. I opened my suitcase and took out four little boxes. I also slipped my coin and another object into my pocket. I wanted my coin just in case I needed some sympathy. Suzi could really get you if she was in the mood and I imagined I was an easy target right then.

I felt Suzi’s hand slip around the back of my waist and then she said, “What do you have there?”

“Oh, just something I made. Where’s your mom and dad? Joey’s almost climbed in and came with us.”

“Oh, they’re delaying coming out to show how limos aren’t a big thing with them. Here they come now.”

Before I could greet them myself, Suzi’s dad exclaimed, “Charles! I didn’t know you were Tim’s father! Well, I’ll be. How’s...”

Suzi and I looked at each other. Her dad had known. We moved closer to listen.

“ ... and that Greek goblet was an absolute hit. It fetched over ten grand! You wouldn’t believe how many people bid on that one.”

My father said, “Really? Well, I have another twelve in storage. The one I donated to you was a last moment kind of thing. I suppose I let my superstitions get the better of me. I couldn’t stand having thirteen of the silly things. And you can’t drink out of them without one of those rubies popping off. Perhaps next quarter I can donate the remaining twelve. Never hurts to get those tax deductions wherever you can.”

“Well that would be splendid. If they get as much as the last one did, I imagine they would name the new library after you. The Charles Grodmen Library. Sounds pretty good, if you ask me...”

“Now stop it, Frank,” Suzi’s mother said. “Can’t you see they want to get going? It’s been nice seeing you again Charles. And you, Samantha. You two make a charming couple. Now I can see where Tim gets all his looks.”

“I think I will ride in the trunk,” I said loud enough for everyone to hear and turned around like I meant it.

Suzi grabbed hold of the back of my coat and said, “You don’t need to ride in the trunk.” She pulled me past the back door, and opened the passenger side front door and said, “Here. You can ride with the driver.”

After the standard farewells, I waited until we were on our way before I passed out my little gifts.

I had given them each a metal outlined colored glass symbol. I had made them at school that week during a couple of periods I didn’t share with Joey, Suzi or Brad. Each symbol was palm-size, had a different color of glass and resembled each other, but obviously were not the same.

Suzi exclaimed, “Ewww, Timmy! It’s gorgeous!”

My father said “You made these yourself? Impressive.”

My mother said “It is very beautiful. Thank you dear.”

Joey said, “Yeah, Tim, they’re really cool. I don’t recognize them, though. Did you feel them out yourself?”

I said, “Yep. And they’re all different. See if you can guess what yours is, Joey.”

“You felt all four of them? How did you do it?”

“I can feel the symbols out just as well as you can. You just can just fit the shapes to them faster, that’s all. Now come on. Everyone guess what they are.”

“I don’t understand,” my father said, frowning at his red one. “Have you figured out what these symbols mean?”

Joey and I filled him in on what we had had been doing and the plans to get other students to help draw the symbols. My father seemed impressed.

I said, “So, everyone has to figure out what their symbol means. I’ll give you a hint. They each represent the person I gave them to.”

My mother said, “I know what mine is.”

Joey asked, “What?”

She wisely answered, “I don’t want to give it away, dear.”

My father was staring intensely at his. Then suddenly he did an almost double take.

He said, “Good Lord! I know what this symbol means!” His face was almost giddy with his realization. “It stands for Father!”

I said, “Yeah, that’s what I thought at first. But it actually means a little more than just father. But wait until Joey figures his out. I know he will.”

“Well, I won’t,” Suzi said a little crossly. “It’s obvious your mom’s is mother, but what’s mine. Sister?” Then in a much softer voice, “Lover?”

“Actually you almost have it. Come on Joey. I know you can figure this one out.”

Joey had shut his eyes, running the symbol around in his head. I hadn’t expected him to take this long.

He opened his eyes and said, “I keep coming up with something that doesn’t make sense.”

I asked, “Why doesn’t it make sense?”

“I keep getting ‘female lover’,”

I grimaced and said, “Whoops. I wondered if I got them mixed up when you opened it. Sorry. Maybe you and Suzi should switch.”

My mom and father laughed again, and even Suzi giggled. My ears were burning, but Joey wasn’t even paying attention. He had both Suzi’s and his in his hands, turning them around and around.

“Go ahead, Joey. I know you want to collide them.”

“I don’t think I need to. They fit like ... this?”

He had fit the two symbols together, the strange juts and dents locking into each other.

“Yeah. I couldn’t get them exact so they fit kind of loose. I barely got them done in time for today.”

My mom and father were trying to see how theirs fit together and after a couple of tries got it right.

Suzi asked, “Joey, can I see them?”

Joey passed the interlocked symbols to her. Suzi took them apart, then reassembled them. She was looking at them closely, then suddenly saw part of my hidden markings.

Suzi asked my mom who was studying theirs, “Can I see yours too? I think they all go together.”

My mom passed the interlocked symbols over while Joey exclaimed, “Wow, Tim. You mean you got more than two symbols to fit together?”

“Yeah. But you won’t be able to get these to fit together like that Suzi. You have to break yours and Joey’s apart, and you’re missing one piece.”

I dug out the piece I made for myself and handed it to Suzi.

Suzi teased, “So, this one means, what? Self-love?”

“Nope. And I’m not going to tell you yet.”

Suzi fiddled with it for several minutes. She connected mine to my parents almost right away in a sort of T figure. Just as she was about to get it, Suzi handed it over to Joey and said, “Here, you do it.”

Joey turned their pieces around and finally fit them like legs that didn’t touch anything but my centerpiece. The assembled figure looked like the combination of a T and an upside-down Y. They were too loose to stay together, but there was no mistaking they had fit correctly. Joey carefully placed the assembled figure in the center of the floor so everyone could look at it.

Joey said, “I’m really impressed, Tim. I could have never figured that out. How did you do it?”

“Actually, it wasn’t that hard. You see, mom’s piece really means parental female mate, and similarly dad’s. Mine is the product of my mom’s and dad’s mating. Yours and Suzi’s are my male and female lovers. It’s kind of confusing at first, but it does make sense if you do this...”

I took the female lover and my symbol, still connected to each other, and placed them upside down over the mother and father. While they weren’t identical, they obviously could fit in the same spot.

“The male lover and mine are actually the same piece. And the male mate is just a mirror copy of the male lover. Same thing with the female lover and the female mate. As you can see, the female lover is supposed to fit in the same spot as mine in the middle with the male and another female lover switching spots. Pretty neat, huh?”

We talked about my symbol gifts and the symbols a while before moving on to other topics such as where my parents were going. They were flying on a private plane to Kansas City where they had met at a dance club that didn’t exist anymore. But the restaurant and fancy hotel they had used were still in operation, so that’s where they were heading.

My mom and father didn’t get out of the limo when we arrived. They were going straight to the airport. But as I got out of the limo, my father called out.

“Tim, while I’m gone, you’re the master of my household. Your mother and I won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, so you may do whatever you wish with my staff and house. If you like, tell Sherman to take you for the grand tour. But don’t wait too long to take care of my girls. The twins have been waiting a long time for this.”

I said, “I’ll try and not get too distracted. Take care of my mom. She’s been looking forward to this a for long time too.”

My dad smiled and said, “Believe me when I say we both have.”

I ran up the steps as the limo pulled away, catching up with Joey and Suzi.

Whereas the Hamilton mansion had the look of antiqueness with its marble walls, steps, 1800’s plantation architecture, and country atmosphere, the Marlfield mansion was very modern looking. We were entering through my father’s private wing which looked more like a very large house from the exterior. The ground floor’s walls were made of stone of different shades of tan and brown while the upper floor had stained wood framed columns of the stones reaching up to some of the peaks in the roof. It hid the size of the place very well.

As we approached the two large front doors, they began to open. Sherman and twelve other servants were waiting for us. One of them was holding the twin’s leashes whose collars and leashes were white.

“Hey, Sherman. What’s up?” Joey said being friendly.

“Honored to be of service to you, sir. I trust you had a pleasant trip?”

“Yeah, it was pretty good.”

I was more interested in saying hey to the twins, but I saw there was a certain protocol expected to be performed.

“Sherman, do we already have rooms ready? Or do we get to choose?”

“The Master selected the one he believed you would enjoy the most, but you may choose to use any of the rooms you wish.”

“Let’s check them out first. I take it those robes are for us?” I indicated to the three attendants holding robes.

“Yes, sir. The attendants will remove your clothes for you. The Master arranged some food and entertainment for you in the study. You may wish to go there when you are properly attired. Food and servants are already waiting for your arrival.”

“Thank you,” I said, as my attendant and another woman began removing my clothes.

Once we were in our robes, I was handed the twin’s leashes and they led the way. My eyes became hypnotized by the twins’ butts. They were absolutely amazing and my dick was standing straight out of the robe. I was considering skipping the entertainment and just get on with the sex when I realized Joey couldn’t see.

“Joy, could Joey walk you? I want him to see something.” The response was a reluctant yes.

“Here Joey,” I said as I passed him the leash.

After Honey began leading the way again, I heard Joey gasp.

“Nice view, eh, Joey?”

“Yeah, no shit...”

“It’s even better with two of them side by side. They always walk in step.”

Joey said, “Joy, you got the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”

Suzi teased, “Thanks, fellas. You really know how to make a girl feel wanted.”

Joey said, “Well, if you wouldn’t keep walking behind or beside us...”

Suzi said, “But then I wouldn’t see your two butts.”

I rolled my eyes at that. She couldn’t possibly see our butts with our robes on.

At that point, I was distracted by the opulence of the hall we were walking down. As amazing as the Hamilton mansion was, it was nowhere near the magnificence just the hallway we were in had. The ten-inch high woodwork running along the wall at waist level was detailed with a continually changing depiction of nature, structures, people and animals from all over the world. Archways, doors, and various wall treatments were all seamlessly integrated, and the lighting was hidden inside the ceiling’s shallow arches and left no shadows. The woodwork was all framed with white-gold like metal that gave it all a warm, shiny modern feeling.

And that was just the side hall.

The elevator we took to the second floor was pretty standard, though it had the same theme as the hallway. The second floor had different carpet and the woodwork was a stained white instead of the cherry red of the ground floor. The metal accents were gold instead of white gold.

The guest rooms we went past were all decorated in variations of the halls, some were solid paneling while others were painted or papered walls with various wood accents.

And then the twins took us inside one.

“Wow!” Joey exclaimed as we entered the room my father had selected for us.

Pointing up on the wall, Suzi exclaimed, “Look at THAT!”

“Holy Shit! How did he get that!” I said, amazed.

Joey pointed behind us and said, “I guess the same place as that one.”

“Shit,” was I could say.

We were looking at life-size paintings of the moment I lost my virginity along with when I had taken Suzi’s second one and a third larger one showing the scene from the north study on New Year’s Eve. They were all labeled Timothy’s first.

I couldn’t believe it. I had felt no minds near us watching, and I was positive no one had peeked into our heads.

I said, almost getting angry, “But how did he do that? Look! The pillows are even under Joey to prop your butt up. There must have been someone watching us. But I would have felt them! How did he DO that!”

Suzi analyzed, “Well, he didn’t get it from one of us. It looks like the person was standing around the bed. You can even see all our faces in that one, so it couldn’t have been from one of us.”

Joey said, “I think I know. It would explain why you didn’t feel anyone.”

I asked, looking at him, “How? You think someone could shield themselves somehow?”

“Nope. I think your dad got it from Mission Impossible or something. You know. Hidden TV cameras.”

I blinked several times, trying to imagine where they would have been in the room nearly two weeks before. I couldn’t.

Joey continued. “Tim, you have a strange family. Most people only take pictures of you and your date to a dance or something, not your first sex. Heh, I can’t wait to see your family portrait. And I bet your family album is so pornographic, you could start your own magazine company and make Playboy go out of print ... Hey Suz, did I really make a face like that?”

“Yes, you did. Am I really that fat? I think I’m going to have to go back on that diet.”

“Na. I think it is just the way you’re lying or something. Besides, your tits aren’t that big either.”

“Oh, thanks. Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but they gave you a bigger thingy too. And Tim.”

“GOT it!” I suddenly exclaimed. I walked over to a mirror on the wall and said, “Here’s the camera for this room.”

I made faces at myself for my hidden audience.

Walking up beside me, Suzi asked, “How do you know?”

“I’m watching myself through the painter’s eyes. No wonder he made you look a little bigger. The screens aren’t all that big. I guess he had to improvise a bit. So, do you want our peeping Tom to go to sleep?”

Thinking aloud, Joey said, “Hey. Those two are at different angles. There probably will be more cameras and more painters.”

“There are five cameras,” I confirmed. “Just one painter, though. Huh. There are also film cameras that take a still picture that they use to base the painting on. They just use the TV cameras to know when to snap the pictures. Okay, but that still doesn’t answer my question. Do we want our love immortalized? Yea, or nay?”

Suzi said, “I don’t really want strangers watching us like that. It’s embarrassing.”

As Suzi blushed, I said, “Well, that’s one vote yea. Joey?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing one with the twins,” Joey said, blushing towards Joy.

“Joy? ... Honey? ... Okay. I’ll leave our peeping toms alone then. Let’s check out the rest of the room.”

Joey and I took the twins’ leashes off and tossed them on a table while Suzi tested the bed.

Suzi announced, “It’s a waterbed. AND there’s a huge mirror above it! Wow. I never thought about watching yourself make love.”

Hurrying over to Suzi, Joey said, “Aw! I like that idea.”

I said, “Go check out the bathroom and see if there’s a jet bath or something. I want to ask the twins something.”

Joey said a little suspicious, “Okay...”

Suzi said while giving me a warning glare, “Oh, don’t worry, Joey. He’s not going to pull any more tricks.”

Then they went into the bathroom and immediately started their eews and awes.

“Hey,” I said softly to the twins. “You two right now are free, remember? You don’t have to be so willing or servant-like. What I mean is, Joey and Suzi won’t be comfortable if you wait to be told to do something, you know? Just do what you feel like doing, and don’t worry about how you could be pleasing us. The best way you could please us is to let us please you. Try to act a little more ... well, like us. Do what you want, you know?”

The girls stood there, looking at each other. Then they looked at me and sent a few emotions that took me a few moments before I understood.

“Yeah! That would be great! I know we all would like that. But you only have to do it if you want to, you got that? Good. Oh, man. This will be so cool. See? You’re getting what you want, and I am too. Works better this way.

“Oh, hey Joy? Joey really likes you ... Maybe because your name and his are so much alike. I don’t know. But if you want - and only if you want - do you want him to take yours instead of me? I could do your back door, while Honey...

“No, nothing like that. I could never choose between you two. It’s just that ... well, Joey really does like fancy you, and I kind of feel that you should have special feelings for the person who takes your virginity. But if I do both of you, I have to do someone first, and then the second one wouldn’t be ... as special, you know? Yes, he’s a good lover. Just ask Suzi. And like I said, I really couldn’t choose between you two. If you want, Honey could let Joey do her instead, or we could just flip a coin...

“Cool. Okay. You’re sure, right? I didn’t mean to talk you into something you didn’t want to do ... Okay ... Cool.”

“Oh, and Joy?” I said taking a step up to her so my face was in front of hers. “I love you, you sweet and lovable thing you.”

And then I kissed her like she was the greatest love of my life.

“Now, Honey ... You’ll get plenty of that later, so don’t be pu ... MMPHH” I said as Honey forced herself on my lips and gave me the same kiss I had just given Joy.

“Okay, okay. You’re right. Free women for the night. You don’t have to do a thing I say,” I said, looking into her sparkling eyes. “But we better get the others before we do anything else, otherwise we might not be able to stop ourselves. Let’s go find out what they were eewing about.”

We found Joey and Suzi in the largest bathtub I had ever seen, taking a bubble bath. Suzi was sitting with her back against the side of the tub, and Joey was kissing her, pressing his body over hers. It was a very tender and loving embrace and very inspirational. When the twins started to get into the tub ahead of me, Joey disengaged.

“Sorry,” he said. “But we figured you three were going a get started`.”

I said, “What, without you two? Never.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” Joey said as Joy sat down next to him, draping herself against him. Honey sat down next to Suzi and gave Suz a warm smile.

“Joey? Joy would like you to take hers instead of me. But first, they want to give Suz a little female attention so she doesn’t feel left out.”

“Huh?” Joey said, almost squeaking.

“Timmy,” Suzi began. “I know you’re trying to make me feel more comfortable, but I don’t want you making them do...”