Arlene and Jeff
Chapter 98

Copyright© 2006 by RoustWriter

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 98 - While Jeff is away finalizing the sale of his invention, a local bully coerces Jeff's wife and daughter into having sex. Jeff has to put his family back together and clean up the situation with the bully, while at the same time, moving to a retreat that they are converting to an enormous home, high in the Rocky Mountains. He has to juggle keeping his family going, while protecting the secret of the healer, and where it came from. Smoking fetish.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Blackmail   Coercion   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Science Fiction   Extra Sensory Perception   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   Spanking   Group Sex   Harem   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Size   Slow  

THURSDAY AFTERNOON — SEPTEMBER 26

In Victoria's Secret, Cindy and Rachel held up various items to inspect, animatedly talking among themselves while covertly keeping and eye on the two women several aisles away. "Don't stare," Cindy admonished.

"'Don't stare?'" Rachel repeated, "Mom just showed Aunt Virginia a pair of crotchless panties, and they each kept out a pair to buy. That's not our mother over there."

"What are you getting excited about? We've been sleeping nude with her in that big bed for years."

"Yeah, but nude and crotchless are different. Our mother is having sex with somebody. I guarantee it, no matter what she says. There has to be a boyfriend somewhere ... Oh, shit," Rachel said slapping her hand over her mouth. "It has to be..."

"What? Tell me what you thought of," Cindy said grabbing her sister. "Who is it?"

Rachel's face blushed a furious red, then, "Remember that Mom never lies to us. She knows she can't get away with it, and she used to always tell us not to lie, so she has to set a good example."

"Yeah, well, she just told us she didn't have a boyfriend. So are you saying she has a girlfriend? That doesn't make sense. We've known about the two of them for years..." Cindy said, beginning to be a little aggravated at her sister for drawing things out.

"She's obviously got somebody, and if she doesn't have a boyfriend, then who does that leave?"

"Rachel, this doesn't make sense. The only man she's around is..."

"Exactly."

"What? No fucking way."

"Oh, yes, 'fucking way.' There's no other possibility. She's buying that stuff for Uncle Q."

Both girls stood for a moment staring at each other. "Fuck that," Cindy hissed. "I think you're right. She's beaten us to him. I told you we should have attacked him when we had him alone a couple of weeks ago. Shit."

Rachel thought for a moment, "Well, yeah. This puts a whole new light on what we're going to buy in here. We need to move over a couple of racks. And we need to start making some serious plans, too."

"Second that," Cindy agreed, "but Mom won't let us get away with buying crotchless panties."

"Oh, we're not going to be that blatant. But there are plenty of negligées in here that will show off our breasts while still covering them just enough to tease. Uncle Q is a man. He likes titties."

Shortly, Rachel pulled a white negligée from the rack. Its tiny white flowers and blue trim did little to obscure its near-transparency. With its matching gown and silk panties, the outfit was elegant, but still extremely sexy.

Cindy turned the price tag over. "Wow. No way is Mom going..."

"Wanna bet? She's feeling guilty right now. Pick out something. I'm going to keep this one. Uncle Q is going to shit."

"Yeah ... or something," Cindy said as she rummaged through the sexy sleepwear. "I'm just wondering where we'll be sleeping if this blows up in our face."

"You're the one who figured it out. Are you turning chicken on me?" Rachel said, pausing as she helped search.

"No way," Cindy said as she stared into her sister's eyes. "And, besides, I think you were the one to figure it out first, but we have to be careful, though. We don't want to hurt our mom. She's had enough go wrong, and she's self-conscious about the arthritis, besides. She doesn't think she's pretty any more."

"Mom, not pretty? I wish I could ever be as pretty as she is. But yeah, you're right about that. We've somehow got to make sure we don't compete with her. Now how in the heck are we going to do that and still get in bed with Uncle Q?"

Amazing both girls and making them even more suspicious, neither woman seemed to even blink at the price of the outfits.

Later, after they had driven back to Virginia's, Cindy and Rachel took their purchases to their house to try them on.


"What are we going to do?" Virginia asked her sister as soon as the girls had left. "Quinton told us that he wanted us naked and waiting on him on our knees when he got home."

"Yeah, but that was before we told him we were going to get the girls today, wasn't it? Surely he'll understand."

"Yeah, maybe. But you're not the one who got her ass beat."

"You need to get off that 'beat' thing. He spanked you. And not all that hard, either."

"Bullshit," Virginia said, turning to glare at her sister as they entered the bedroom. "Wait until he does that to you, then tell me that it wasn't that hard. I could hardly lie on my back afterward."

"Yeah, I could see that it hurt, but I'm going to do whatever he says, so I don't think I have anything to worry about. Besides, I want him to do anything he wants with me. But, crap, I doubt I'll be able to do it more than once tonight. My pussy is better, but it isn't completely healed."

Tossing her bags on the bed, Virginia stood for a moment, "I'm going to call him and ask. If it pisses him off, at least I'm trying to do whatever he asks. I want this to work out. I just never expected to be part of a ... harem." Sighing, "Well, if I'm going to be his Queen Bitch like Diana says, I guess I'm going to have to get with the part," she finished with a sick laugh. "Diana also said that if I didn't take the job, that someone else would be his Queen. Want the job?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Nope. I think I'll stay with the second wife position. I'll have fewer decisions to make and probably ... a whole lot less spankings," she finished just to see her sister flinch.

"That's not very funny," Virginia complained.

Chuckling, Elizabeth hugged her. "I thought it was worth a giggle or two. But seriously, I think that calling him would be just fine. Just don't do it on the recorded line," she laughed.

Virginia shivered. "I can just imagine what his reaction would be," she quietly said.

Picking up the phone, mostly because she couldn't think of another solution, she dialed his private number.

"Hey, Babe," he answered after checking the caller ID.

"Hi, Hon. Uh ... we picked up the girls today, and we each bought a dress..."

"Well, that's good. All of you will look nice for the wedding, then."

"Uh, Quinton, you know what you told us to do when you got home?"

The Sheriff thought for a second, suddenly realizing the problem. "You mean with the girls home?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah."

"Hmmm, guess we had better let that slide for the night. We'll talk about it later. What's for dinner?" he asked, changing the subject.

"We're just about ready to start. Do you have anything in particular that you would like?"

The conversation went on for a couple minutes before Virginia hung up with a sigh.

"So, no problem, then?" Elizabeth asked.

"No, and he picked up on it right away. But still ... I think we need to work that in as soon as we can. He seemed to really like that this morning, and I'm pretty sure he's still pissed at me for ... what I did to him for the last years. Oh, shit, Elizabeth, I can't believe I got my head so screwed up."

"Don't dwell on it now," Elizabeth quickly said. "And remember, Scott's death screwed me up so much that it brought on this autoimmune thing. Whatever Jeff did to us seems to have made that go away, but I'm still scared that it will come back. I don't want to get upset again like I did with Scott, just in case it will bring on the disease again."

Virginia, surprising her sister, said, "Let's go get dinner started. Our man will be home in a little while."

Arm in arm, the two pretty sisters started for the kitchen.


Fred walked back in with a giant bowl of popcorn. Putting it on the coffee table, he made another trip to the kitchen, returning with a cooler full of ice and beer.

"I know that none of us is much of a drinker, but I thought a beer would be appropriate tonight."

Wainwright chuckled. "Well, I could think of one or two things that might also be appropriate. Certainly the retreat's wine cellar has an acceptable beverage or two."

"Ah, that's for stuffy ol' rich folks," Fred teased. "This is a man's drink." He almost managed to keep his face straight.

"Well, wine isn't the only thing in the cellar," Wainwright defended. "Now there is a single malt scotch that has..."

"Uh, I had better pass," Captain Madison said.

Deciding that they didn't care what he had in his wine cellar, Frank looked hard at his pilot as they all sat in Carla's living room. "We are not flying anywhere tonight, Bill. You can relax and enjoy yourself."

"Well, there could be an emergency at Saint Louis, or any of your other companies, and we would have to leave out in a hurry. It's happened before."

"Well, with what little we manage to get down you, by the time we get to the airport, your blood alcohol will be zero again, anyway. And we are not flying tonight. Whatever happens will wait until tomorrow, and even then, it would have to be a true emergency. I am not missing those weddings tomorrow night. The earliest that we're leaving is Monday morning, and that's not going to be very early. Now drink up and relax. Get shitfaced if you like. I doubt if Jeff is going to drink too much to drive us back up that mountain."

"Try one," Jeff laughed. "No way am I going to risk a hangover for tomorrow."

"Likewise," Dave said. "Those two are probably going to kill me..." He cut the sentence off as he realized that Linda's father was hearing him talk about his daughter like that. "Sorry," Dave mumbled. "Sometimes, I excel at the ability to insert my foot into my damned mouth."

Bill reached into the cooler and tossed Dave a beer. "Relax. Remember what I told you about her doing to Kathy and me. Nothing like having your daughter walk in on you while you're lying there with your dick still wet. Let alone her reaching over and grabbing hold of it and telling me that she wanted to be with me for a night after she got married. Besides," he said with a bit of false bravado, "if I had a son, I would expect him to do me proud on his wedding night. Why not my daughter?"

At Fred's questioning look, Dave chuckled as he opened his beer. "Well, don't look so shocked. She's in love with her dad, but held it in check I guess. Then somehow, I was thrown into the mix. When she realized that Jeff and Arlene were father and daughter, she made up her mind to spend at least one night with her dad — with my permission, which I gave..."

"And I can only imagine how hard that was," Bill broke in. "And regardless of what she says, she might still change her mind after she's married to you, Dave."

"Yeah, and she might not. She's reminded me about it, and assured me that she loves me, wanting to know if it was going to hurt me."

"And is it?" Bill quietly asked as he opened his own beer and took a tentative sip.

"I ... don't think so. How can I refuse her? I'm going to be making love to two other women — Evie and Kim."

"We'll talk about it later, after you two are married. I can tell her no a lot easier than I can rebuild our relationship. Just promise me that you will let me know how you really feel about it before it happens. And I'll promise you that there won't be any hard feelings on my part if you decide it's not a go."

"It's not here yet," Dave said. "Too soon to tell, but I told her she could. We're both Alphas, we'll ... know before then."

"Yeah, I think you're right," Bill agreed.

"Okay, if you two are through reassuring each other," Fred laughed, "Let's watch a little blood and guts to get our minds — read that Dave's and Jeff's minds — off their slaughter tomorrow." Laughing he pointed the remote and hit Play.

 
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