Chapter 273: Fooling Mrs. Norris (Diana's and Claire's Mother)

Thursday, July 28 to Thursday, September 1, 2005

Back at home, there was a great deal of catching up required. For example, Katie West had been laid low by her treatment, but had bounced back (that's what it was supposed to do), and now seemed fine. She wasn't fine, as the chemotherapy had only been a delaying action, but she looked better if you ignored that she was wearing a wig. Carson was also booked in for something similar soon. We'd talked to Ava every day while we'd been away, but it was good to see the situation face to face.

Claire and Diana Norris also reported in. They'd pulled the hymen stunt a couple of days before we'd returned, and they'd had an enormous amount of fun. They'd bawled their eyes out about going to Hell because they weren't virgins anymore. Claire's loss had ostensibly been a couple of months previously, but once Diana had started wailing about the peril her immortal soul was in, Claire had joined in.

It'd taken their mother a great deal of effort to calm the girls down, and to get them to understand that they were still virgins even without their hymens, so they wouldn't be going to Hell. That was good, because I had plans for them here on Earth. I had told them to act stupidly religious (a redundant phrase, if ever there was one), because that'd reassure their parents that the girls had every intention of being good; that being somewhat the opposite of what they really intended.

One VERY welcome development that'd occurred while we were away was that Vanessa had FINALLY gotten the Peoria Road property signed up. Exactly $2.5 million, right on the top limit of what I wanted to pay, but it was a good saving from the 2.9 they'd been asking for. If I could save $400,000 a few more times, I'd have enough money for a girls' shopping trip to Milan.

The other piece of good news, property-wise, was that the sellers wanted to move out quickly. We wanted to move in even more quickly, so things were finally moving rapidly. Vanessa had the various workers doing their various jobs already: measuring whatever they needed to measure, drawing up plans, getting building permits, etc. Closing date was three weeks after the date of signing, so it'd be all ours 4pm, August 9; actually "all mine", but I'll never make an issue out of that with the cooks.

August 10 was when the renovations would be starting. Mostly moving and rebuilding my detached house(s), creating my parents' master bedroom suite, laying the additional length of driveway, digging the tunnel and extra parking spaces into the mound, and bulldozing the grapevines. Most of the renovation jobs could be done simultaneously, so Vanessa already had half the builders, electricians, plumbers, roofers, etc., in the Greater Corvallis Area lined up for the 10th.

We'd be able to move in about two weeks later, so Occupancy Date would be about August 23. There'd still be a lot of work needed, where the grapevines had been bulldozed out would still be bare earth, for example, but those were things that didn't delay our occupancy.

Which takes us to the furnishing and decorating job. That had the females in a COMPLETE tizzy, including Carol. I soon learned to run away and hide every time I heard "furn..." or "dec...", and you can imagine how often that was!

To be anatomically correct, Donna is a female too, and she was only in a tizzy over the furnishings if I count her horse as a "furnishing". If so, then Donna was possibly even worse than the other females. Theoretically there was no hurry for Donna to get her horse, as she could get it any time after we moved in, but Donna has never put much store in theories. As far as she was concerned, we owned the house from August 10, which meant we owned the grass from August 10, which meant that August 10 was when she wanted her horse. Which gave her just two weeks from after our plane's wheels touched down, so she was in a complete tizzy.

To my surprise, I learned that getting a horse was not a simple matter, and I ended up spending a lot of time learning some of what needed to be learned, and helping Donna with it. Starting from scratch the way I was, and Donna not being much ahead of me, it was actually quite a major project, but it was a good thing to do with Donna.

I managed to convince her that getting her horse on August 10 was a bad idea. It'd be in a field with bulldozers, diggers, big trucks and a crane for the pipes, and even a helicopter as it was better to move the modular houses with a heavy-lift helicopter than by truck, mainly because one of the houses had to be placed on top of the mound and there was no vehicle access up there. There'd be a huge amount of noise and dozens of men, so the poor horse would get very panicky and upset. Donna could see that, so August 23 became Mansion Occupancy and Horse Possession Date.

It didn't take Donna long to work out that we could buy her horse before then, but keep it where it was until August 23, so she could ride it whenever she wanted. That's what we ended up doing, Patch becoming a much-loved (by Donna) member of the family on August 15. Donna dropped swimming and joined a riding club (she was very good at swimming, but was at the stage that to progress in it she would have to train for a ridiculous number of hours per day). I even rode Patch myself sometimes, he (a gelded "he"; remind me never to reincarnate as a horse) was apparently as smart as Belle, because he always did what I asked. Donna was very impressed. By the way, you would NOT BELIEVE how expensive it is to keep a horse! I know I didn't.

It was Donna's 13th birthday on August 1. We had a fairly typical young girls' birthday party at our existing home. Better than our usual standard because Mom and Dad had more money to spend these days, by about a million dollars, not that they were willing to spend that much on Donna's party. Quite a few of the girls were Ducklings (but not all, and not all of the Ducklings were invited). I was in attendance and pretty much the main entertainment. Not just in the flirting sense either, as I did some juggling and magic tricks. Nothing too impressive, and I later explained how I'd done a few of my tricks, faking them out with the prior preparations I'd made, very much like 3B's magic tricks for the Norrises.

Some of the girls tried to move beyond the flirting level. The main complaint I had was with their timing: while Mom was in attendance was NOT a good idea. I made sure Mom saw that I was on my best behavior. Otherwise it was a successful party, and Donna was very happy.

^

Having caught up with the catching up stuff, my dating-life resumed at full speed, much boosted by Julia's, Carol's and Ava's boasting about their Parisian dresses (Ava is included in that list because Julia and Carol naturally brought back several clothing gifts for her). The girls took along their best new outfits to one of the Target Game dates, showing them off proudly, and talking about "When Mark took us to Paris", and "When Mark took us to London," etc.

That I'd bought a $2.5 million property didn't take long to get worked into the conversation either, "Although it's going to cost Mark well over three million by the time he pays for the extensive renovations and decorating he wants done. He's got very high standards, as you can tell by the way he dresses." I was wearing my bright yellow Speedos at the time, so the girls could certainly tell something about my standards.

Julia mentioned the address and described the house. Hardly any of them knew it, but I'm sure many of them made a side-trip at the first opportunity, to have a look at it from the road.

So between the Parisian fashions and my "well over three million dollar home," the Target Girls were VERY motivated.

Toplessness became more common than not on the Target Dates, and there was even a considerable amount of nudity, the Target Girls being at the forefront of that progression (good for them!). Not coincidentally, nearly all the Target Dates were at quiet river swimming holes or occasionally on sheltered beaches, so they suited our being unsuited, even if the water was sometimes so cold that any swim longer than a quick dip required a wetsuit.

Included in the nudity was yours truly. I surprised myself by not being too self-conscious about being pushed into that. It was a hell of a lot better than wearing the ridiculous G-string swimsuit, and I knew I looked very good naked. If I had any doubt about that, the girls' reactions would've set me right. I even got a "killer tan" ALL over my body. It quickly became so good, so even, and with such complete coverage (even in the creases behind my knees, for example, not to mention other sheltered places that I won't mention), that I suspected it was the result of my body's adaptability. I've always thought that dark tans look sexy, and amazingly quickly I had a superb one. My body can do things like that. I don't shave, for example. Dad frequently moans about the nuisance of having to shave every day. It's one of his pet peeves, I think because he'd prefer to get lazy and only shave sometimes, but Mom doesn't let him. I'm pretty sure I've subconsciously absorbed that shaving is a pain, so I don't grow any whiskers. I'd started growing a few wisps before my second merge, but they've all gone now, which is not what happens with guys when they go through adolescence.

The toplessness and nudity of these dates did cause me one little moral dilemma. On one of the earlier dates there were several topless girls around me and one of my frequent sight blob checks showed me that there was a party of people coming our way. Did I say nothing, which would result in the girls being surprised, embarrassed and reluctant to go topless in the future (i.e., it'd be a disaster); or did I get them to cover up? I had no believable reason to tell them to put their tops back on. Inventing some fake reason probably wasn't useful because the same situation was likely to repeat itself, and they'd eventually work out that I came out with peculiar "everyone cover up" reasons just before strangers arrived. I decided to announce, "Attention everyone! There are some people coming, so those of you who want to be modest should cover up."

Everyone looked around, but there were no strangers in sight, so everyone was confused. Everyone except for Julia, Carol and Ava. Julia and Carol knew about my sight blobs, and Ava couldn't have cared less how I knew. It wasn't as if I'd just received a phone call, and I was lying on my towel in the middle of a bunch of people, none of whom had a clue that anyone was coming. That there was no explanation for my knowing just made it another Mark-ism as far as Ava was concerned. Other than for my girls, the confusion caused slow reactions. Most of the topless girls covered themselves, maybe only holding their top in place; but a few of them just looked around, saw nothing, and didn't bother. Half a minute later the strangers arrived, causing a small flurry of activity, and then several questions, which I shrugged off.

The first time was with three teenage couples who moved on to the far end of the area, and we pretty much ignored each other; some of my group even going topless again after a while. But other occurrences were more intrusive, as groups of guys behave appallingly when they encounter a group with many 'spare' girls in it. The main point is that I always gave my group something like a minute's warning, which mystified them and prompted more questions.

I explained, "It's easy. I'm VERY observant, and I pay attention to the environment. There are several small clues that people are coming. Birds fly differently, insect noises change, things like that. If you pay attention you'll see what I mean." It added to my prestige. I suspected not as much as my being a multi-millionaire who took his girlfriends on expensive shopping trips to European fashion capitals, but it helped a little and allayed their curiosity.

My four soccer teammates still weren't "getting any", but they certainly weren't complaining. They were having a GREAT time! They'd never seen so much top-quality female flesh, let alone got to rub suntan lotion on it. The lotion rubbing had started with my girls, but it'd slowly spread, so several girls now asked them to provide that service, especially because I SUBTLY encouraged it. I never explicitly praised it, but girls that favored my teammates got more of my attention later. I never raised the topic of how they treated my friends, but after a while they made the correlation. I even denied it when they asked, saying something like, "I didn't notice. I only came to talk with you because I think you're a nice girl. Were you talking to one of my friends before? That's good of you, thanks."

Most of the girls who responded to that weren't Target Girls, as those girls tend to be too self-absorbed to pick up on what other people are doing if it doesn't involve them, but that didn't diminish my teammates' happiness at all because they didn't care which girls' bodies they rubbed lotion on.

My teammates played their role pretty well, managing to convey a cool, mature attitude. They weren't perfect, as sometimes the temptations got too strong and their control slipped, but they did well enough to avoid messing up the plan. Several of the girls even told me something like, "Your friends are nice guys. They don't act like most guys do when they see a girl's body."

To which I'd say something like, "They're very mature; that's how they got to be my friends." Or if I was talking to a Target Girl, I'd say something like, "They're soccer players." For some reason I usually had to explain that further, but the idea was to make the Target Girls think that soccer players were all good guys, so it'd be okay to be fucked by all of them as party entertainment.

So the Game plan was rolling along nicely, especially in my mates' opinions, because quite a few girls were happy to talk with them, even sitting topless or naked beside them and talk, which must've been a hell of a strain on the guys. I was surprised nothing burst.

My teammates had initially been reluctant to follow my lead to go naked. My body intimidated them, plus it would've been very difficult of them to hide their erections. I never got inappropriate erections of course, as I was FAR too mature, apparently. Early on in the Target Game's dates, it'd been all too obvious (literally) that my teammates weren't going to be able to stop all of their erections. They did pretty well, but there's a limit to how much control guys have got (and it's a pathetically low limit). Julia and I had been quite up-front about the problem, making sure all the girls and my mates heard when we several times made the point, "Don't worry about your erection, Logan. We all know you're too mature to act inappropriately toward anyone here, so we don't care about your subconscious reaction." After some more reassurances, my mates eventually started going naked too, and their erections were generally ignored. Although Alexis did like to say, "That looks too good to go to waste. Come here so I can play with it." It usually suddenly went away a few minutes later. Alexis was enjoying herself.

^

With some good hysterics over being ashamed, and with assurances that they were physically fine, Claire and Diana managed to put their mother off taking them to their gyno for a checkup. The longer they could delay, the less chance there was of their doctor finding anything to be suspicious about.

A week later there'd been no hint of any parental problem, Diana was fully healed, and both girls were frantically eager to do the dirty deed with me.

I was quite looking forward to it myself, and it wouldn't have been polite to keep such nice girls waiting. I'm nothing if not polite (for example, I'm not moral). So the Norris sisters and I had a wonderful, long session in Julia's bedroom.

I ROCKED their cute, little worlds! They'd never experienced anything like what I did to them, and got them to do to each other. The girls would 69 each other while I fucked one of them, or one would sit on my cock while the other sat on my face and they made out together while I watched with a sight blob. Or we concentrated two-on-one to get the one off until she begged for mercy, and then we swapped 'victim'. Or I just plain, old fashioned fucked them, as that worked pretty well too.

After three hours they were shattered, and utterly, utterly blissed. They'd been perfect; TOTALLY obedient, eager, and damned sexy. Their faces even looked similar, so seeing them go to town on each other while I fucked them was a major turn-on for me. Which explains how they got to be so shattered, as I'd been inspired.

We lay in bed together for well over an hour, resting and talking. The resting part didn't work too well, as I got inspired a couple more times, but I made them short, quick, expressions of inspiration.

They'd been blown away by the whole experience. The two sessions in the forest love-nest hadn't prepared them for how much pleasure they'd received today. Their cute, little brains had melted. To describe them as "putty in my hands" implies they'd had a little bit of resistance, which certainly wasn't the case; they'd EAGERLY done whatever I wanted.

I had to get over the "I love you" hurdle, that being something they both gushed with every fiber of their being. I'd long since learned that protestations of love were a normal reaction to the emotions girls experienced after good sex, and were especially common with girls who'd had little prior experience [and, I came to learn with more experience, an upbringing that had programmed them to equate giving a guy sex as a commitment to be quickly followed by attempts to make the commitment mutual. Mrs. Norris had certainly given her girls PLENTY of that programming, except she'd insisted the guys' commitment had to come first]. With these two having had no real sex before, and having just had three hours of full-on, brain-melting sex, I'd have been amazed if they hadn't sworn they loved me.

I wasn't too worried about it, as I had so much control over them that it'll be quite easy to wean them off me. Carol was having a sex session with Diana in three days time. Carol had asked me to tell Diana that, and I'd already passed the pseudo-request on, to Diana's wide-eyed amazement and acceptance. The next session I have with them will probably include Carol or Ava, or maybe Carol and Ava. I remember that Savannah had a thing about Carol and me being siblings, so maybe Savannah might enjoy having these sisters with me. That wouldn't be for a while yet, but that's the sort of direction I'm heading in. I might possibly go so far as to offer the delightful Norris daughters sex with carefully chosen other guys, but that'd be totally under Claire's and Diana's control. Their having control over their sex-life beyond Carol and me was VERY important to me. I'll be making SURE that they understand that. I'll build up their independence, their experience and knowledge, and let them decide. It won't be hard to give them confidence, dilute my own involvement, and eventually they'll decide to start making their own decisions. By then they'll understand exactly what they're dealing with, which is a far better approach than their parents are taking. More fun too.

In all seriousness, their parents had a soul-crushing approach to sex 'education' (joke!). It'd screwed up Mackenzie, and had half-screwed up Diana until her hormones and I had swept her parents' programming away. I was determined that Claire and Diana not only have a good time (and me too), but they also gain a very good understanding of sex. For example, I'd probably explain what the Target Game was, and let them see it in operation. At its core, that was all about the Target Bitches' sexual manipulation being turned back around on them, so it'd be a very good lesson for the Norris girls to learn from.

That was my plan. The plan was barely a week into its execution when it took a highly amusing deviation. It'll take a while to explain, so get yourself a coffee.

Carol had her own agenda for Diana: to use her to help Carol play games with the Cuties and Ducklings. That was something I was very happy to see happen, regardless that the object of the game was to make those two groups even more sexually accessible for me. I wanted Carol to gain self-confidence, and using the two young groups for that was an excellent idea. As per 3B-Prof's suggestion that I find my own project, this would be Carol's project for exactly the same reason and benefits. It should help Diana gain confidence too, because Carol wasn't the sort of person to "use" someone else in a bad way.

Before doing that, Carol needed to spend time with Diana. Initially in a couple of one-on-one sex sessions, mostly to make sure Diana would follow Carol's instructions. Later Carol would get Diana to play roles for Carol's plans in the same way as Ava played roles in Julia's and my plans. To give Diana an excuse to use with her parents to explain why she was spending so much time with Carol, Julia suggested to Carol that she pretended to ask Diana for help in decorating the three bedrooms that I'd assigned her: the two non-master bedrooms in the Main House and the second bedroom in "Mark's Wing", as everyone was insisting on calling it.

Carol had already gotten several decorating books out of the Library. One evening she turned up at Diana's house with a bag full of the books, ready to pretend to study them together. Diana introduced Carol to her mother just as "My friend, Carol", without bothering to give a surname, told her mother they were working on a project together, then retired to Diana's bedroom.

A while later, Mrs. Norris stuck her nose in the door to find out what they were up to.

Carol launched into the explanation we'd prepared, saying that I had just bought a $3 million house and that I'd given Carol a $20,000 budget and the project of decorating three of the bedrooms to help build her self-confidence. Carol said she'd been discussing it with several of her friends, and had visited several of their homes to see their bedrooms. Carol had liked some of the ideas Diana had suggested, so now Diana was working with Carol on the project, adding, "Is that okay, Mrs. Norris? It's going to make Diana pretty busy over the next few weeks. Claire can come along sometimes too, if you'd prefer them to stay together during the day."

[By the way, I'd teasingly queried Julia's describing my house as a $3 million one. Julia had pointed out, "They were asking $2.9 million for it and the renovations are estimated at $60,000, so it's 2.96 million. There's nothing wrong in rounding 2.96 to 3 to make it easier to say." It had sounded almost reasonable to me.]

With Mrs. Norris, the intent was just to create an impressive sounding excuse for Diana to spend plenty of time with Carol, so they could prepare for and start working on the Cuties and Ducklings. Getting Claire to come along sometimes was a little bonus, which we could use on those times when I wanted to have sex with both of them. It wasn't the absence of Diana and Claire that Mrs. Norris picked up on though. She eagerly asked, "You're Carol ANDERSON? Mark Anderson is your brother? The boy who was in the news a few months ago for being kidnapped?"

"Yeah. He's my brother. He's letting me decorate three of the bedrooms, and I'd very much like Diana to help me. Is that okay with you?"

"I thought that Mark was just watching. How can he afford to buy such an expensive house?"

I'd suggested an explanation slightly different than Prof's, for use when we might want to impress someone. Carol used that now, "Mark's a mathematical genius, and he designed the betting system Prof used for the first bet, with the second obviously being luck, so two-thirds of the money is his."

[Not that it mattered to this discussion, but if anyone asked for more details, my betting system was highly complex and took hours to arrive at a single prediction. Prof and I had left Corvallis first thing in the morning, but had to wait until mid-afternoon for the first chance to bet. It was an impractical system because it would produce a very low hourly rate now that no casino was taking large roulette bets anymore, especially not Binion's, which was widely known to be in financial difficulty. Thus even if the few people we told this bullshit to spread it around wider, no one should want to kidnap me for my system.]

Mrs. Norris left the room, absentmindedly never answering Carol's questions.

Having made her point, Carol waited a while - she and Diana did actually discuss the decorating, as it was a real project - then called me to come pick her up. She packed up the books and went to wait in the kitchen.

Seeing Carol, Mrs. Norris had some more questions. Carol was showing her the plans for the house (the architect had scanned in the Main House's plans, had modified them for Mom and Dad's master bedroom, and had added "Mark's Wing"), when Carol mentioned that I was coming to pick her up in a couple of minutes.

Mrs. Norris exclaimed, "Mark's coming HERE?"

"Just to pick me up."

"MACKENZIE! Mark's coming here NOW!" yelled Mrs. Norris, rushing into the living room, and confusing the heck out of Carol and Diana.

Moments later Mackenzie came flying out of the living room and running down to her room, closely followed by her mother, yelling at her to hurry.

Five minutes later, a breathless and VERY much better dressed and made-up Mackenzie rushed into the kitchen, worriedly asking, "Is he still coming?", while her mother was trailing behind, still brushing Mackenzie's hair.

By now Carol had added the clues together and had easily arrived at an answer of "= Pathetically Money Hungry Idiots", but she restrained her answer to, "Yes."

There'd been no cunning plan behind my picking up Carol; I'd just been the most convenient person to do so. It could easily have been Ava, Mom or Dad, but it just happened to be me (I was her fiancé, after all). It wasn't ideal, as I was worried about Claire and Diana showing the magnitude of their feelings for me to their parents, so I wasn't going to go inside, merely 'buzz' Carol's cellphone when I arrived outside. Carol had already told Diana and Claire to stay inside, and why. They were sad, but they understood that seeing me for a few seconds wasn't worth the risk. No one else in the house knew that I was just going to wait outside.

During the wait, Carol repeated her question to Mrs. Norris, "Is it okay for Diana to help me on my decorating project?"

Mrs. Norris was barely listening, too busy doing her own scheming, "Yes, yes. Of course."

"Claire can come sometimes too?"

"That's fine."

"Can I come to what?" asked Claire, who'd just come into the kitchen, to see what all the commotion was about.

A couple of minutes later Carol's phone trilled once. Carol looked at it, saw it was from me, then said, "Mark's here. Bye," and started leaving the house.

Needless to say, that didn't suit the previously arrived at "Pathetically Money Hungry Idiots." They panicked and flustered, doing a remarkably good impression of chickens with their heads cut off. "Wait! Wait! Isn't Mark coming inside?"

"No. He's waiting in his car. Bye."

Mackenzie and Mrs. Norris rushed after Carol, leaving Diana and Claire to laugh their heads off (weak necks must be a family failing).

I was sitting in my car, when I looked out to see Carol being frantically chased by Mackenzie and Mrs. Norris. My first fear was that my dalliances with her younger daughters had been discovered, but I realized that Mrs. Norris didn't look angry. There was no sign of a gun-toting Mr. Norris either, so that was good. Carol was smiling, and Mackenzie was... , actually I wasn't sure what Mackenzie was, because she had a strange expression on her face. It didn't appear likely to be related to "You just fucked my little sisters," so I relaxed somewhat.

Carol arrived at the passenger's door, which was already unlocked and opened a few inches to make it easier for her. NP is useful in dozens of little ways, especially if you're lazy and it's nighttime so no one can see.

Mrs. Norris and Mackenzie arrived at my door, and OOZED sucking-up at me. They clearly wanted to talk, so I hit the button to lower my window, that being the least I could do.

"How are you, Mark? We haven't seen you for a long time?"

"I'm fine thank you. How are you enjoying your summer vacation, Mackenzie?"

"Fine. Ahh, no! It's very boring. I wish I had something to do."

Carol was inside the car by now, which easily gave her enough privacy to lean over and whisper in my ear, "They're after your money."

I'd pretty much arrived at that conclusion myself, as I'd seen OOZE several times recently. I could easily have driven away, but this was an opportunity not to be missed. Not for Mackenzie of course, I wasn't the least bit tempted to add her to the threesome I was having with her sisters. Well, to be honest, I was tempted, but it just wasn't practical. Sooner or later (and my money was on "very sooner"), Mackenzie would piss me off. I didn't want her knowing ANYTHING.

#7: <So why not keep her separate. We can still fuck her or use her for whatever other games we want. It'd be a hell of a laugh to get her to come along to the Target Game dates. They're getting pretty sexy these days, which would blow her away. It'd be interesting to see how far she'll go.>