Chapter 3

‘There you go. All of you are barefoot or socks only, just as you should be. No shoes inside my brother’s flat, you know. Now, you’re all presumably in a bit of shock, to put it mildly, to find yourselves now in a strange place with strangers, but it is a temporary lodging until we can find nicer ones for all of us. All of us including my wife and daughters when they arrive, too. It’s gonna be a bit ... crowded in here until moving time, of course,” I informed the new residents of this flat as they tried to settle in a bit.

“We have places to live in, you know,” Esme Bianco observed.

“Yes, and perhaps we’ll move into one of them, perhaps not, in time. But for the moment, I wanted you all collected first. Now you are. Your needs will be simple, thus your baggage light, too, during your stay here. And if you think that it’s crowded now, just wait until my wife gets here from Sweden with our daughters!” I winked at the ginger actress from Game of Thrones who played the prostitute Ros.

“At this rate, we’ll really need to bustle at the move, won’t we, Uncle Frank?” Tammy licked her lips now.

“I’m ... to serve her? She’s how old again?” Emilia Clarke expressed more shock than anything else.

“Eighteen. And just for that, you have to suck my toes,” Tammy giggled as the woman who once played Daenerys Targaryen on Game of Thrones now took her toes into her mouth without any resistance at all.

“Wow ... this really works ... we’re all mind-controlled to serve your family, aren’t we?” Elizabeth Hurley responded now.

“That you are, my dear. In fact, I want you to make me a sandwich ... in just your panties,” Ernie beamed as he watched the one-time supermodel who had been with such men as Hugh Grant now stripped down to her silk panties and making a BLT for him.

“And ... what do you want from me?” Esme inquired now of Olivia.

“I want you to ... bare your tits, so I can suck them. I really want to suck your tits ... badly!” Olivia insisted on Esme nursing her, naturally getting instant obedience on that score.

“And us ... what are we to do ... to please?” Kate Beckinsale demanded to know, her daughter Lily squeezing her mother tight.

“Strip Lily below the waist and start licking her pussy. I want you both used to incest, because I see a lot of it in your future. There, that’s good ... unhook her panties ... that’s good, spread her thighs, sink your tongue between her folds. Service your own daughter, hon. That’s what I want you to do for now,” I instructed Kate while watching her eat her own daughter out at last.

“Oh, God ... Mum ... your tongue ... your tongue ... it’s got me about to cream myself!” Lily screamed as she felt her mother’s tongue exploring her drenched quim.

I now unzipped my pants again, slid them off, and moved behind Kate. I began lifting her skirt and sliding her panties down as well. She shivered as she felt my lips pressed to her bottom, a kiss on each buttock as I parted her cheeks. I inspected the former Underworld star, enjoying the way that her lovely pucker winked back at me. It was clean ... smelled sweet, and a nice shade that was impossible to describe.

I let my tongue dance a little playfully before swiping it across Kate’s butt-crack, tasting the sweetness of her bum at last. She flinched for a second, then gasped, and soon she shivered as she felt my tongue glide along her backdoor. I saw goosebumps form on her sleek skin as well. I could tell that it caused her to eat Lily out more aggressively, making her daughter moan even louder now.