Chapter 324: Can’t They Leave Me Alone?

That might be a first!

Camden wanted some private time, and only my parents were home.

I’m sure they will want some private time too.

From when we went to bed until she needed to shower before her aunt and uncle came to get her, we screwed in every position Camden knew, and then some. Except for the first time she came, Camden called me Darren. I didn’t mind that Camden went off into her little fantasy world. She was very sore when we finished showering, but also ecstatic.

“I’m sure you’re tired of hearing this, David,” Camden’s Aunt Sue told me. “You are almost a dead ringer for Darren. I can see why you’ve had a lot of unwanted attention as a result. Just to set your mind at ease, the bodyguard of the Elder knew what the elite world require as proof in matters of this nature. While morbid, he did attempt to pull any of Darren he could from the lava. He managed to pull free part of Darren’s arm and hand. Security footage confirmed his actions, and the DNA from the appendage verified that it was indeed Darren’s arm. It is one of the reasons why Corwin, Skylar, and Mary came to your home. As you can imagine, a significant power struggle ensued from the power vacuum at the top of our elite world. I still have no idea who grabbed the girls, Bambi, Bart, Tee, Dee, and Camden. Whomever it had some unbelievably fast aircraft. To protect you and your family, I can’t discuss my thoughts on that further. I can say that I hope that they are friends of yours. Someone able to extract the three girls and have them arrive here unseen scares the hell out of those in their world. It means that whoever they are can get to anyone, anywhere, without leaving any trace.”

Al added, “I want to thank you for everything you did to ensure that everyone sent to your home for safety had everything you could provide at their disposal. I’m not so sure I would have taken them to a construction site. I know you aren’t part of our world, so I wouldn’t expect you to notice the number of security forces guaranteeing the safety of you and your guests. Some of those have loose ties to Sue and me. They were very impressed with how the three most powerful women, who already scared the shit out of the majority of those in the elite world, did as you requested without complaint. Should they ever have the whim, each could become the ruler, monarch, dictator, or president of whichever country they choose. They are that powerful now. From how the four went to do dirty, manual labor without complaint should put you on notice. Darren may have put his wishes out there to keep you out of their world, but you have more power over the three most powerful women in the world than you know.”

“Just so you know, David, it has nothing to do with your physique or big dick,” Sue said bluntly. “It is your personality and manner by which you put people at ease. Al and I are under a lot of pressure to continually adapt our businesses to meet the changing needs of those within our elite world. Right now, I want to strip, have a swim in your pool for a bit, and kick back in a pool lounger to take a nap. Your home is so inviting and relaxing. Money and power are not what it is cracked up to be, David.”

“I do have a question. How did you manage to charm your guests who came to settle their financial matters? I do not believe two of them have been in the same room together, without trying to kill each other, except during the few weeks each spring where they all meet to relax during that short truce. Since they departed, I’ve heard quite a bit of buzz around how you didn’t have anything they were accustomed to being served, but you offered them all you did have freely without any ulterior motive. I’ve seen a lot of things in the elite world. I’ve not heard any approving of one outside their world, much less someone they believe to be a commoner. They speak very highly of you already. Only someone idiotic would seek to harm you or your family. You have done nothing but show them courtesy and kindness. Many questioned Darren’s choice to transfer his wealth to you, but those with the most significant influence see that he made an excellent choice. It humbled everyone to hear how the world’s youngest trillionaire said he had no reason to move to a bigger house as his home is perfect as it is now,” Al explained.

Sue did say that I might want to look at least spending a tiny bit of my money to buy a bit better car.

“Why? I have a Maserati in the garage with under a thousand miles on it,” I asked. “Just between us, my Camry was made to look like a piece of crap. If I understood correctly, the people who made it for me reinforced the body and frame to take a hit from a train and not kill my passengers, or me. I haven’t tested it, so I can’t say for sure. The electric motors built into the transmission and high-speed charging set up on the engine do give it a blazingly fast zero to sixty. I’m only seventeen. While I passed one of the hardest performance driving schools when I was fifteen, that doesn’t mean the other kids my age have. Plus, I don’t ever have to worry about someone trying to steal it, even if they can drive stick, not that the stick does anything.”

That had them both laughing. Camden came down from my room with the various outfits she snagged from my closet. Her discomfort from her sore pussy made Al and Sue laugh even harder. Camden told them that they should be so lucky to handle an entire night in bed with someone like me who can go all night long.

Right about then, Bart came staggering in looking worse for wear.

“You are a bastard, David. You know that?” he asked. “Not a single one of those girls, not even Chrissy, let me slide my dick in their wet pussies. I didn’t leave with blue balls, but I can’t believe you set me up to sleepover with a basement full of naked, horny girls knowing they weren’t going to go all the way.”

I lightly punched him in the arm to say, “I didn’t know anything of the sort. When I left, I was pretty sure you were about to get laid as soon as the parents left. At least three were barely resisting grabbing my dick to make me fall between their legs to try my dick in for size. I guess you don’t have as much game as I heard.”

“Nope,” Chrissy said as she pulled Bart toward the stairs to the guest room.

Tee, Dee, and Bambi were having a hard time leaving Molly’s house. My siblings and April could care less if they were there or here, so long as they got to swim. They were going to stay at Molly’s house for the rest of the week. Molly’s family loved all three of them. By the time Bambi, Tee, and Dee arrived, Bart had come downstairs looking well fucked. Chrissy was up in the shower.

Bambi ended up in my arms with her arms and legs wrapped around me.

At least we are both dressed this time. I think Bambi is going to miss me the most, and we didn’t even fuck once.

Soon everyone left.

Chrissy called me up to my room.

“I saw Camden, and you know I was up all night long at the sleepover,” Chrissy said. “I’m exhausted. I know I don’t want to screw you anymore like I did when I was in middle school. I did want to see if you would let me get you hard so you can slide into me from behind so we can spoon up to each other to take a nap. Trudy is a very restless sleeper since the accident. When she sleeps over, and you aren’t here, and she doesn’t have friends overnight, I do my best to hold her so she can get some sleep. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that when you two sleep together that she sleeps the best when you are up inside her. I’m not blind, David. I know that you are the guy the lesbian girls whisper about being the one man they would fuck anytime he would let them. Just know this, David, if you start trying to fuck me in our sleep, I will enjoy every second of it, but that doesn’t mean I want to have sex with you.”

She was already soaked when she pulled off the robe she wore over from the guestroom. I let her get me hard, aim me at her pussy, and slide me all inside her pink pleasure palace. A few seconds of squirming and she was sound asleep.

I don’t remember falling asleep.

“I told you he was fucking the little neighbor girl next door,” a strange girl’s voice said from beside my bed.

I opened my eyes and told the unknown girl, “We aren’t fucking. We were sleeping before you came into my room, uninvited, and woke me up.”

“Your dick is inside her,” she countered.

“So?” I asked. “Have you ever slept on top of a guy with nine inches of dick? Guys get hard in their sleep, and I’m no exception. I didn’t even know it went into her as we took a nap. She has slept on my chest like this for years, and it has never happened before. It seems that she grew up a lot recently.”

I nudged Chrissy to find she was already awake. She must have heard the conversation because when she tried to get up to go pee, she “found” my dick was inside her.

“David! Gross! You’re like my big brother. That isn’t supposed to happen,” she pretended to be upset. “It never happened before, and I’ve slept naked in bed with you for years. Now I have to start wearing panties to bed if I want to sleep with you holding me.”

Her complaining about how she was dry, and how it hurt getting me out, even if I had gone limp as soon as the girl started talking, gave the girls something to think over.

“So, what exactly are you doing in my room, uninvited?” I asked.

Once they could stop looking at my limp dick, one said, “Oh, we aren’t here to see you, even if I think I might want to see how that feels inside me compared to my boyfriend’s smaller dick. Chrissy’s mom called my mom to get us to come over to get Chrissy because she has an appointment in the same doctor’s office building as me today. Afterward, we are all going to my house because someone needs to watch Chrissy closely after her appointment. I asked why, and my mom told me it wasn’t any of my business. She is waiting outside right now for us. We have to hurry, or we will be late.”

The two girls went into my bathroom to get Chrissy moving faster. Soon they had her dressed and out the door to go to her appointment.

I cleaned the pool, showered, ate, and then kicked back in a lounger to enjoy some music.

No babies, no horny girls, no other chores to do, I’m going to relax.

Yeah, that wasn’t meant to be.

I just turned on some tunes when someone was pounding at the front door.

When I opened it, I found a man there wearing a treasury cap and jacket, holding a badge.

“Are you David Jones?” he asked, and I nodded.

He pulled out a piece of paper and said, “We have to warrant to search the premises.”

“For what reason?” I asked.

“Money laundering,” he replied.

An FBI agent then pushed in to say, “We need to question you regarding some recent visitors to your home. Normally protocol requires we question you in our field office, but for some reason, our orders are that you are not to leave the premises, for our safety. I’m not sure what that implies, but I need to search you to ensure you don’t have any weapons on you and then search the area.”

I stepped back to let everyone in and then said, “Unless you consider nine inches of dick a weapon, and you want to check it out just because, then, I don’t see why you need to touch me at all.”

As I had chosen to do lately, I had on biking shorts as they kept my dick and balls securely in place. I tried a jockstrap with no success. Boxer briefs do ok, but I’ve noticed that I still don’t feel as securely held as I do in biking shorts. I turned around slowly so those with them see I couldn’t hide anything in my shorts, and that was all I had on presently.

I watched as the Treasury people, except for one woman, headed directly to my dad’s office. I heard them banging around, and then the same agent came out to ask me to come into my dad’s office.

Of the stuff dad hid in there, from the stash, all they found was the gold bar. I noticed that they had the bookshelf that hid the elevator open.

Hmm. Not sure how that happened, but it is now a solid concrete wall with only a hairline crack in the concrete where it looks like some mud leaked through it with water at some point.

Mr. Jones, care to explain this?” he asked, pointing to the concrete wall behind the bookcase.

“I swear, I have no idea how that crack got there. My parent’s bedroom used to be above it. Maybe they know. Their bedroom is now on the main level. I can call a friend over that I’m sure will be able to give you a very detailed answer,” I replied and then went to the bar of gold. “Is this real? It looks like one of those gag gifts people give for joke birthday presents. You know, like the fake lottery tickets? It can’t be real because a gold bar that big would be worth over a half-million-dollars, at least according to the gold finding shows on TV. My parents wouldn’t be working if that had the money to buy a big gold bar.”

I didn’t need to call anyone to be here for questioning. Molly got wind of this, somehow, and brought Paula along. Both were out in the living room standing there quietly as they stared down the FBI agents and the woman Treasury agent.

Wait. That is the agent from D.C. Agent Summers, I think.

They sent me out of my dad’s office as some equipment was brought in to check out the wall behind the bookcase.

If there is a now a wall over the opening, then the people who designed it intend on ensuring the elevator isn’t discovered.

I ignored the FBI agents and went over to Agent Summers to ask, “Would you like something to drink? We have water and sodas in the garage refrigerator.”

Her shock showed on her face. Who would offer the people searching for their house any hospitality? She thanked me for offering but didn’t get anything.

“I think you wanted to ask me some questions before they called me into my dad’s office?” I asked the FBI agents.

I gestured over to the dining room table. I took a seat at the far side of the table, facing the FBI agents that sat down there. Molly and Paula took the seats on either side of me.

“You had seven female and three male guests who resided in your house over the last week. Shortly after their arrival, you had a large group of additional guests,” he started saying.

“I may have graduated college already, but I don’t remember any classes where they said it was a crime to have out of town guests stay with my family overnight or share a meal. Did I miss something?” I asked.

An older FBI agent replied, “So you knew that your guests have direct ties to international criminal organizations?”

“Sorry, but they didn’t talk about what they did for a living,” I replied.

“So you are affiliated with them,” another FBI agent said.

The primary treasury agent came over to ask, “Where did you hide what they paid you?”

“Paid me for what? I have the credit card receipt where I paid for the food they ordered. None of them offered to pay me for any of it,” I told them. “I couldn’t even understand them very well. Most had to use a Giggle Translate app to attempt to tell me anything.”

“Darren, Mr. Smith, or David, which do you prefer?” the FBI agent, obviously in charge, asked.

I grabbed my phone off the table and asked, “Ok. The last time some clown started calling me Mr. Smith or Darren, he turned out to be a fake federal agent that did something which caused three girls to start bleeding from their eyes and ears. I’m going to call the police now. I doubt you are even real agents.”

Molly reached over to put my phone back on the table.

Pretending to be pissed off, I said, “If you mean that Darren guy that looked sort of like me, then you should already know he burned up. The girls that came here, at least the one that spoke English, like her sisters and brothers, told me that these people met in a lair, or something, built inside a volcano. I have no idea how lava works, but it seems the volcano wasn’t dormant because lava came into where this Darren guy was and cooked a lot of people. The three girls did their best, via Giggle Translator, to say that Darren had them sent here to keep them safe, but not why. I mean, I met this guy once at a resort I visited briefly with a friend whose dad owned the resort before she and I went on to visit many more around the world. He did look at lot like me. So did another guy. He did introduce himself as Smith, but I don’t know if he is Mr. Smith or not. My friend took a picture of the three of us. She told me that if anyone else even tried to take a selfie at the resort that they would be in a lot of trouble. She didn’t say why.”

“What did you do with the payment they brought you? We have proof that this Darren guy sent them here to pay you what they owed him,” the treasury agent demanded to know.

“Sir,” Agent Summers said, trying to get the Treasury guy’s attention, but told her to go get coffee or something.

Dumb move, Dickhead. That doesn’t work how it did back in the seventies and eighties.

I saw her satisfied smile on her face as she took a seat at the table.

Right about then, Paula gripped my arm tightly. I looked over to see what she wanted. She didn’t need me at all. Paula was trying to deal with the massive amount of memories that were unlocking right now. Molly noticed, too, but didn’t move an inch.

The treasury agent called out on his radio, and some men came in carrying a box of explosives. Another came in with a sledgehammer. They headed toward my dad’s office. I stopped them before they got there.

“Until the police and state troopers arrive, not a damn one of you is doing anything to my house. I don’t know what you have planned, but I will put every single one of you in handcuffs if you take another step,” I warned as I stood up from the table. “Last time I had people accusing me of being this Mr. Smith or Darren, three cute girls almost died from something he did to them. That same fake agent paid the school board members a lot of money to trick my parents and me into coming where that fake agent could question me.”

I knew someone was going to pull a gun, and it was the primary treasury agent and one of his agents beside him.

Before either could do more than reach for their submachineguns, I was over between them. I snapped their weapons from their hands, ejected the magazines, pulled the charging handles to remove the chambered rounds, and then proceeded to remove the bolt group followed by the lower receivers. I let them clatter on the floor as I kept moving in a fluid motion. As both were wearing jackets, I had no problems pulled their jacket back down over their shoulders to get them off balance while I used their handcuffs to restrain them. The second agent had zip cuffs, so I used those to bind each a hand of each one to the other. Dropping both of them to the floor, by way of sweeping their legs out from under them while holding them up, I used zip cuffs to bind their legs.