Chapter 8

Diana struggled to contain the sick feeling in her chest as she approached the smoldering house. She scanned the perimeter. Dark old trees twisted in the horizon, the closest neighbors were a kilometer away. Their blackened windows suggested that no concerned citizens would intervene.

She covered her face during the approach. Black smoke gushed from underneath the door, and the intense warmth scorched what little hair protected Diana’s shins. She swallowed the last bit of self-preservation stuck in her throat and threw both hands on the doorknob. The shocking heat was instant, and the searing pain jolted through every nerve in her body. Diana pulled away with a blood-curdling scream and crumbled to the grass, followed by a thin trail of smoke. She sobbed as her blistering hands trembled. The approaching klaxons echoed in the darkness as the fire engines sped down the lonely dark road.

“Help me...” She shed a few more tears before passing out.

“Diana? Can you hear me?”

Maddi watched her sister’s eyelids flutter as Diana fought to regain her wits. She sat up in the hard plastic chair and rolled forward, the side of Diana’s hospital bed pressed against her chest.

“Maddi.” Diana’s voice graveled through the pain as she came to. “Where am I?”

“Brentwood Memorial. There was a fire at the house and-” Maddi’s bloodshot, veiny eyes shed tears down her puffy face. She had hours to prepare to break the news to Diana but knew the job to be impossible if she had years. “Di, Mom’s dead.”

“Oh my god.” Diana cried. “I tried to open the door, but it was so fucking hot.” Both her hands were wrapped with white gauze like two snowballs. It was all she could to stop her tears with the thick padding. “I couldn’t save either of them. Jesus fucking christ, I’ve lost my whole family!”

Maddi shook her head, breaking the sadness with a weak smile. “You didn’t. Christy’s alive.”

“What?” Diana jumped from her bed. “How’s that possible?”

“Apparently, Mom dragged Christy from her bedroom and got her to the veranda. But it must’ve been just too much smoke for her. She died not too long ago.”

“And Christy.” Diana cocked her head. “Will live?”

“They’re not sure.” Maddi sighed. She cast her eyes downward and sharpened her glare. “The doctors say she’s in critical condition. At least you weren’t home when it started, and you’ll be released soon. Did you move into your new place yet? Do you have a place to go?”

Diana shook her head in silence. “I didn’t have time to move a thing. I lost everything.”

A sickening epiphany struck Maddi, and it took all her wherewithal to stifle a grimace. “I see.” She moped, squeezing at Diana’s arm. “I want to ask the doctor a few questions.” She rose and dragged herself to the exit only a few steps away and only turned once Diana called to her.

“Maddi, I love you.” Diana smiled over her sobs. “And I forgive you for betraying me.”

Maddi stammered. “Diana, I-”

“No, Maddi. It’s okay.” Her voice faded as she turned away.

Maddi let the door close gently as she passed down the empty hallway. The only sound echoing against the bright, cold walls were her canvas flats sliding across the floor. Her eyes tried to relax more on the sterile, checkered floor and less on her weary fatigue. She had cried so much her eyes hurt, And the desperate grief balled in her chest. Then her sadness, fear, and exhaustion made way for a new neighbor—rage.

Maddi screamed. She turned to the wall and punched blindly -and again—then again. She hammered her fist against a padded column until her knuckles burned.

Savannah had paced a hole in the Emergency Waiting Room carpet until she heard Maddi burrow through the big double-doors. “Is Diana okay?” She turned toward her.

Maddi came within a whisper to Savannah’s ear. “She did it.”

“Maddi.” Savannah tried to reason. “You know I don’t like your sister. But even she wouldn’t-”

“She would, and she did. She all but accused me of telling Mom about Christy. You should’ve seen her face when I told her she survived.”

“Maddi,” Savannah’s voice grew stern. “She’s probably in shock.”

Maddi’s voice trembled as she cried again. She tapped her fingers against her right wrist. “That fucking charm she’s wearing. We made them one summer 15 years ago, and it might have been 10 years since she’s worn it last. It was her favorite charm. She said it made her feel like a Queen. There’s no way she’d willingly destroy it.”

Savannah shifted her eyes as she grew more pensive. “You think that’s enough to prove anything? Honey, she’s moving.”

“Not yet.” Maddi shook her head. “She fucked up when she told me she had moved nothing. I bet she went through storage for everything she wanted before she set the fire. Can you take me to the police station?”

“MADDI.” Savannah shook her girlfriend by her shoulders while raising her voice. “Let’s go home for now. If you feel like going to the station in the morning, I’ll take you.”

Maddi mulled it over breakfast and decided it was best to wait until the police determined it was arson. There’s no way Diana didn’t make a mistake, she thought to herself. Mom...

“You’re looking better.” Savannah’s kind words snapped Maddi from her thoughts. “Better than a few months ago. You’ve gained weight in your face and other right places.” She smiled, but it only lasted a moment. “I’m so sorry about your mom, Maddi.”

“Thank you.” Maddi looked down. “Mom rubbed a lot of her kids the wrong way. I doubt many will want to help make funeral arrangements. Then I gotta figure out what to do with Christy.” She rubbed her reddened, veiny temples. “Fuck...” Maddi sighed when she felt Savannah’s soft grip on her forearm.

“You won’t be alone in all this.” She cooed as she squeezed. “Can I make some phone calls for you?”

“That would be amazing.” Maddi burst into tears.

“Thanks for coming in, ladies.” Evan Wallace said. He was a sharp-looking man with a peppery hair in his fifties that sat solemnly across the sturdy oak desk in his downtown office. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, we’re meeting again under such circumstances. I’ve worked for your mother all your lives.”

Maddi sat, nodding in silence. She could hear the fabric from Diana rubbing her baby bump alongside her. She shuddered, knowing her niece/daughter was growing inside her own mother’s killer.

“As you may or may not know, your mother had 40 children. Eight are deceased, so Rochelle’s liquid cash assets will be distributed between the living 32. Approximately $2 million each. Madison, your mother passed you complete control of the Masters Foundation Non-Profit for Young Futanari.” He nodded knowingly. “There’s someone to manage the Foundation’s day-to-day operations, but I’m sure your heart and level head can bring-on lots of change.”

“Thank you,” Maddi said softly. She kept her eyes downcast, fixed on a discolored chip on the desk corner. There it was. Madison Masters was $2 million richer—a stark contrast to how absolutely hollow she felt inside.

“Diana.” Evan pursed his lips. He did so with such a reluctance that both sisters knew this is what Rochelle wanted to change. “At the close of business today, it passes all of your mother’s shares of Masters Energy to you. It’s a majority stake worth-”

“How soon can I liquidate the stock?” Diana cut-in, sitting up in her chair, as something had finally caught her attention. When Evan asked how much, she added “all of it.”

“Diana.” Maddi scolded. “The dividends from those stocks pay the mothers of our children. You can’t cut that off.” She shook her head with desperation. “You can’t sell the family company.”

Diana glared. She flattened her dress and stood. “It doesn’t matter what you think anymore, Maddi. If Mom wanted us to keep the company, she shouldn’t have given it all to me.” She side-eyed Evan. “Are we done here?”

“For now.” He nodded. “Come see me next week after I talk to the Board of Directors at Masters Energy. It will be a long process.”

“I’ve got time.” She sighed, holding her shapely hips and smiling. “Next Monday, then. Maddi, I’m running to the bathroom. See you outside?”

Maddi gave a muted reply. “Yeah, sure. I want to ask Evan a little more about the Masters Foundation.”

She wanted until the door shut tightly before asking. “Has the Fire Marshal determined the cause of the fire?” Maddi whispered as if the room was bugged.

“It was an accident, Maddi.” Evan kept his dismissive tone comforting. “Christy’s rabbit got loose and chewed on the Christmas tree wires. It’s tragically common. What exactly were you looking for them to find?”

“I—I don’t know.” Maddi’s troubled brow tense as she looked over her shoulder. She caught a glimpse of Diana through the glass door, stroking her belly and murmuring to herself. The blonde finally looked up and met Maddi’s gawking stare and returned a sweet smile. Maddi waved. “Nevermind, Evan.”

“I understand your suspicion, Maddi. Really, I do.” Evan sat down. “From what I hear, the investigation is ongoing, yet thorough. Futanari aren’t exactly the most popular protected class, so it’s naturally the Rochelle Masters, and Dory Drakes of the world have enemies. But I can’t imagine anyone going to such extent to hurt your mother.”

It started to sink in that despite her certainty, any evidence of such had gone up in flames. Moreover, Diana’s scars made her seem more like a victim. Maddi met with her, the Teflon-clad futa in a dress, on the bustling sidewalk outside.

“Did you think that was cute?” Diana quipped. “Questioning my decisions? I thought long and hard about selling the business and what that meant.” Her eyes sharpened with disdain, locked on her sister.

“If you had thought about it, the girls would have come to your mind.” Maddi’s voice stood firm even though her frame shrank. “I’m just saying.”

“I think it’s time these leeches stopped depending on the Masters to take care of them.” Diana stepped off the curb and extended her hand at the incoming line of taxis. “They know what they’re getting into when they sleep with a futa.” She stepped back as the red and white minivan eased to the curb. She turned to Maddi, whose feet remained planted. “I’d imagine we won’t be seeing much of each other after this, yes?”

That’s when it hit Maddi. Time was running out. She had to stop Diana and soon. “How about dinner tonight?” Her lips seemed to blurt without her brain’s consent. “My place? Six?”

Diana scrunched her stubby nose and turned away, disappearing into the van without a reply.

Maddi couldn’t seem to get comfortable. She crossed her legs as she stretched the length of her sofa, letting the cold black pleather chill her bare skin. Rarely wearing shorts as tiny as these khakis took time getting used to. Besides, tonight was to be a special, special night. She rechecked her phone for the time. “Seven o’clock.” Came from her lips in a whisper. Her thumbs sent another quick text: I’LL BE HOME AT 8PM. PLEASE B READY.

She stood and licked at her dry lips when the doorknob jostled. Her heart thumped with fearful anticipation as Diana came through.

“Hey.” Maddi mewed, eyes downcast to the hump under her sister’s purple plaid dress. “How’s our baby?”

“MY baby.” Diana’s venomous tongue spat as she caressed her stomach.

“Fine.” Maddi bowed. “YOUR baby. Um ... to tell you the truth Di, I’m not that hungry. Being apart from you makes me nauseous. I miss you, Di.”

“Tell me one thing.” Diana took a step forward. If you were so against my relationship with Christy, why didn’t you stop us when I asked her to blow me? Why’d you just watch?” She cocked her head and smiled, watching Maddi squirm with discomfort against the wall.

“You already know the answer to that,” Maddi answered with a breathless voice. “Because I WANTED to see it. I WANTED to see how far you’d go.”

Diana came even closer-close enough to smell the oniony stench of Maddi’s stress sweat. She hissed in her ear. “And tell me you didn’t run straight home and jack-off thinking about me.” Diana grabbed the stiffness growing between Maddi’s legs.

“I did.” Maddi winced under each individual finger wrapped around her cock. She grinded her thighs together as her loins ached for release. “You were right, Di. I should have shoved my cock in Christy, and we could have creamed her together.” She bit and licked at her dry lips. “I’m sorry I ran.”

Diana laid a gentle kiss on Maddi’s neck, raising the hairs on her supple skin. “What am I going to do with you?” She nibbled and licked. “What am I going to do with-”

“-Fuck me.” Maddi cried. “Fuck me properly this time. Fuck me hard. As hard as you’ve fucked anyone.” Maddi’s voice squeaked with a surprised gasp. Diana’s fumbling fingers had spider’d under her skirt and gripped her bare cock like a vise. Maddi clutched the wall as Diana jacked her with a painfully slow rhythm.

“Why should I?” Diana growled. “You abandoned me. You betrayed me.” She dug her claws into Maddi’s rigid, throbbing flesh and smiled as her sister screamed. It took her a moment to calm down before Diana could go on. “Why would I even WANT to fuck you at this point?”

“Because I know I you’re just as hard as I am right now.” She groaned. “And you want one last chance to knock me up. And I’ll let you do that on one condition.”

“I’m listening.” Diana said between kisses.

“You gotta tell me what you did to my mother.”

Diana stopped dead in her tracks. She recoiled and gave Maddi an icy stare. “You think I killed her? That’s an awful thing to say to an orphan.” She growled before straightening her lips. “But fair. Strip. Now.” Diana slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and the flowing garment spilled to the floor. Maddi was right about one thing. All seven of Diana’s vein-bulging inches stood at full attention. Her eyes followed Maddi’s nervous twitches as she clumsily disrobed. Her boney ends slowly came into view.

“Cell phone, Maddi.” Diana barked. Maddi’s hip popped as she turned to fetch her purse. She placed it in Diana’s hand without a fight. “We won’t be needing these.” She paired Maddi’s phone with her own and tossed them on the sofa. “Shall we retire to your room?”

“W—why’d you-?” A sudden fear grabbed Maddi by the throat as Diana tugged on her flimsy arm.

“Calm down.” Diana cooed. “We’re both about to get what we want.”

Before Maddi knew better, Diana’s tongue was down her throat. The exchange of their warm spit as their mouths locked stuck a sick, yet satisfying sensation in her belly. “Hmm...” She moaned. “Suck my cock, Di.”

Diana giggled. “You remember that phase when I was into boys. I convinced that new boy at school Johnny—whatever his name was to let me suck his cock before anyone had the chance to tell them I was a futa. I’ve never seen someone come so fast.”

“Think you can make me cream like that?” Maddi jokes.

“Hpmh,” Diana smirked before falling to her knees, she lifted Maddi’s cock with care. Her tongue left a trail of hot dripping saliva on Maddi from her balls to her throbbing head. She licked Maddi’s shaft again, nibbling on her tip before devouring the hardness.

“Fuck...” Maddi grit her teeth. She grabbed two fistfuls of blonde hair and fucked her sister’s mouth with perverse delight. Seeing the nasty blobs of drool fall from Diana’s lips made it that much sweeter.

“Still got it, I see?” Diana pulled her face away. “Now, do me. But don’t make me come.” She reclined onto the bed and spread her legs.

“Got plans for that load, do we?” Maddi winked as she got into position.

“Honey, I’ve got plans for both our loads.” Diana’s voice grew deep and husky. “As hot as our video is, I wish I remember how it felt. I want to feel my sister inside of me. I want to feel her dripping out of me.” She rubbed her bulging belly.

Maddi took note of her Diana’s navel. Her usual ‘innie’ was peeking out. In another few months, she’d have a full-on ‘outie’. “That’s—kinda cute.” She grinned, kissing a path from her navel down into the blonde wisps of her pubes, over her pulsing cock and against her hardened clit.

“Gooood Maddi. Gooood.” Diana hissed. She ground herself against Maddi’s thirsty tongue until she slipped inside her tightness. “Fuck—YES!” She cried. “Eat your sister’s pregnant pussy.” Her cried degraded into a whimper as she continued to squirm. “This is incredible!”

With one fist-pumping her sister’s cock and the other firmly stroking her own, Maddi maintained her attack. She munched with such intensity her chin dripped with Diana’s excitement. She stroked and licked until Diana begged for her to stop.

Diana recovered quickly. She popped off the bed and grabbed Maddi’s waist, picking her up and practically slamming her on the mattress. Their sweaty, filmy bodies made a sticky sound when they parted. Diana lined her cockhead against Maddi’s cunt and pushed.

“AGGHH!” Maddi’s guttural scream echoed in the empty house. Never before had she anything this big this deep inside her. Her legs flailed around Diana’s pumping hips as her virginity, for all intents and purposes, was ripped away. Her tiny breasts bounced, slapping against her body with a muted sound under the squeaking of box springs and her own moans. Lengthening her strokes, Diana plunged deeper. Her balls slapped against Maddi’s frail ass as she rested her pudgy belly atop the girl’s cock.