Chapter 367: A Room with A View

If you insist and April isn’t a bother.

“Sir,” a butler said at the door. “Please allow me to show you to the kitchen. We were just having a late dinner. I will warn you now, David, that the cook has a mean streak, and you are best not to try to get into her dishwashing area. I doubt even poisoning your food would have any effect on you, but she can make sure your daughter has the shits with a vile odor. Look, we know already how the estate came to you to settle an annual debt payment. The entire time you’ve been on the island, we have kept tabs on you, David. All you have done is go out of your way to help people you’ve never met before and then refused their trying to repay you. You are the wealthiest person in the world, with the three most powerful women on Earth carrying your children. It doesn’t matter. Don’t try fucking with the cook.”

I laughed so loudly and hard that it brought staff out of the woodwork.

Once I had settled down, I said, “If you know all this about me, you know how I eat like a horse. Do you think I’m about to take a risk on pissing off the person who is going to slave away trying to fill my bottomless pit? Now Sushi places where I can demolish their Sushi challenge or humble a Sushi chef who thinks they are world-famous Itamae, those I will mess with and love every minute of it. Killing a two or three-pound steak challenge is just for fun because I can.”

“Good point,” the cook said.

They didn’t know I was coming here to stay tonight, so they didn’t make a big meal. It was nice to get to let the staff see I wasn’t an asshat rich dick. They quickly relaxed around me. I started to take my dishes to the sink when I got a look from the cook.

“You can call my mom and bitch at her. When I could get to the sink with a step stool, mom had me take my dishes to wash. After I wouldn’t drop them, I had to clean up the dinner dishes and whatever she used to make dinner. I’m almost eighteen. Some habits aren’t bad but are just as hard to break. I don’t plan on not trying to earn my keep, even if I own the place, and there are people to do it for me.”

The cook countered, yelling, “Bossy pregnant woman, I fed and watered him. He is all yours to ride hard and put up wet.”

What the heck?

When Yuki came in with a group of girls, I let myself ogle them so that she wouldn’t know I knew her. It wasn’t hard given that the girls weren’t wearing much, and each spoke a different language as they rushed in to drag me off deep into the house. By the time I got to see the magnificent view from the master bedroom window, everyone was naked, even Yuki.

“David, you don’t know me, but I knew Darren intimately, as you can see,” Yuki told me. “I won’t apologize for having each girl speaking in their mother tongue. You aren’t from my world, and Darren decreed that you wouldn’t become part of it, but you are to some degree. Kids in the elite world learn how to expertly deceive others from an early age, for their lives often depend on it. I’ve spoken to those who came to your home to pay you what they owed Darren. Each was completely honest about how you welcomed them in without having any idea who they were. They didn’t believe anything people told them to expect from you and were overly surprised to find you were as described. I know you’ve already heard this before, but I will still repeat what was told to me. They love you like a member of their family who isn’t a complete self-serving, back-stabbing asshole. Instead of behaving as if they were unwanted guests in your home, you talked to them as if you’ve known them their entire lives. Look. You stripped a girl who is now the head of one of the most influential and wealthy families in the elite world. If anyone else in the world had done that, they would die on the spot. You covered her in sunscreen and sent her off to play with one of your neighbors like a little sister. That leads me back to my testing you. I saw Darren do it many times, but he always focused on the speaker when speaking in their language or the common one used by the families. You just bantered with each other without even noticing you were doing it. Corwin, Mary, and Skylar said I would find you more disarming than Darren while being unable not to trust you completely as soon as I was around you for a few minutes.”

“From what I hear, being able to get in touch with them requires you to be very resourceful,” I told her.

Now Yuki was the one to laugh.

“Darren once had some very specialized operatives kidnap my mother. Those women concerned her but didn’t scare her like a girl he brought with him. My mother and I would both gladly suffer at Jasmine’s hand than not do exactly like your friend Molly told us to do,” Yuki said. “While light on the details, Molly sent me a message to tell you that she needed more time and was making excellent progress. She chose to contact me to ensure that you don’t spend your entire time here going out to help total strangers get their lives back on track. Yes, I did question her sanity. My girls and I saw what you did these last two days. Never once have you asked them to do anything for you. I’ve never met anyone psychic in my life. To me, it couldn’t be more than merely smoke and mirrors. I must agree with the children at the mansion you gave that family. Your daughter April is psychic. Not I, or my girls, could find a place to observe her that she didn’t find us and make us go to the kitchen to eat.”

I couldn’t stop myself from bursting out laughing.

Hugging Yuki to me, being careful of the baby bump from my child growing inside her, I told her, “You still haven’t met anyone psychic, Yuki. April is just that way. She notices much more than anyone else around her. How else could April see when either of my siblings were about to do something that would get them hurt and stop them? As everyone tells me, no one that is around April will question if she is my daughter. The mansions belonged to an elite family. I would be willing to bet that you didn’t even make it within a hundred yards of Frank’s house without them seeing you. I guess that before you made it onto the grounds that they knew your complete life history. Can you honestly tell me that you could refuse April popping up beside you to take your hand and drag you to the kitchen to be sure you ate something?”

“April no. Any other little child, yes,” Yuki said as she held me tightly. “As you said, when her little hand reached into mine, my doubts about her being your child were gone. I never let my guard down, yet I knew I was as safe with her as if I was in one of my mother’s many homes. Should the eternal damnation and suffering of Hell exist, the one who kidnapped April will welcome that fate. He should be so fortunate.”

“Mistress?” one of the girls asked, interrupting. “Discussing such serious topics will not allow you to see if David can scratch the itch that Darren’s death left.”

Before Yuki knew what happened, I was having a snack at the Y as she tried in vain to push me away from her pussy. I know how to press her buttons.

Any of her girls that could get to my dick made sure I was hard and ready to go.

Once I pulled my face from Yuki’s pussy, I said, “I know it is safe to have sex up until you are ready to have the baby, and I could fuck you all night long, but I won’t. If you want to scratch your itch, then you’re getting on top. I want to play with your tits before they get full of milk. Plus, when you can’t go any longer, you just roll to the side. I’m sure one of these lovely fertile virgin girls you brought with you wants to use my dick to play Russian Roulette before they no longer have a chance this month.”

Her itch didn’t take long to scratch. I reached over to put my hand on her belly to feel Darren’s, well my, baby kicking against my hand.

All nine girls did their best to get me to cum inside them. Tearing their cherries left each too raw to go longer than it took for them to get off at least once. They had no way to know the place in my head was pumping sperm into each one of them as my precum joined their slippery juices. Sucking and stroking me didn’t get me off either.

The doors to the room burst open, and I felt tiny fingers on my dick. They couldn’t even get halfway around it, but a few strokes and I was firing get after jet of cum out until I felt my balls emptied of sperm. I didn’t get to see who did it, but they did feel familiar, somehow.

“ARLENE! COME BACK HERE,” I heard a woman screaming as she was running toward this room. “You don’t run off like that and into anywhere you don’t know, especially someone’s.”

That was as far as Arlene’s foster mom got to say before she, her two sons, and her husband got to see Arlene holding my softening dick in one hand and a big cup of cum in the other. Then there was the fact that I had a pregnant Yuki and nine naked girls that just popped their cherries with my dick. I heard Arlene’s foster mom trying to process what she was seeing. Both boys understood enough, at a much lower level, to tent their shorts. Their dad did too.

Yuki whispered that I was likely to have unexpected guests at any time, even some tweens. Some girls, with barely more tits than Arlene, and a bit more pussy hair, quickly took the two boys out.

I don’t blame the one that met my criteria to be one of Arlene’s bareback lovers for firing off in his shorts.

The younger brother has no idea that his bald dick just shot his first load of clear cum in his shorts.

Arlene wasn’t the least bit fazed as she moved over the various girls to get where she could lay on my chest to hug me and give me a little girl kiss on the lips. She went over to the door to get something from the backpack she dropped on the way in.

“I promised you that I wasn’t drawing dirty pictures, and you didn’t believe me. See? Everything is how I made it in my sketchbook, even the girls who took Jimmy and Todd after making the wet place in their pants. How could I have made these detailed pictures? I’ve never even seen any other girls naked, especially a pregnant one. I’ve only seen Jimmy and Todd because they play with themselves anytime you won’t catch them,” she said, showing the pictures. “The girls couldn’t make his baby-making stuff come out from inside them to make a baby. That is my hand holding his long log as it spits into the cup for them to use. I don’t know how it can work if he doesn’t do it in their hole like the book you got me to show what is going on with my body said.”

I saw another girl slip Arlene’s foster dad from the room.

He will never tell his wife about one of Yuki’s girls collecting a semen sample, which she will keep safe in her stomach.

I worked myself free from the girls on the bed, pulled on my clothes, and went to Arlene’s foster mom. She let me lead her out to a reading room beside the master suite. With her foster mom watching, I pulled Arlene’s dress over her head and wasn’t surprised to find it was all she wore.

“You stink, little girl, and I need to talk to your mother,” I told the now naked Arlene. “Follow the giggles. If your brothers aren’t being tortured in a swimming pool by a group of girls around your ages, they are probably in a pool-like bathtub somewhere covered in bubbles. Have fun. You will have to face the music in a little while.”

A swat on Arlene’s bare butt snapped her foster mom out of her trance.

“Foster mom and the boys are my sons, her foster brothers,” she said as if she repeated it often.

I guided her to a seat in a chair across from where I was going to sit. One of the staff brought me a big bottle of sports drink and the woman a highball of some alcohol.

After drinking half of it at once, she began saying, “I’m so ashamed and horrified at what just happened. Things are so crazy I don’t know if this is a dream or I’ve gone insane. We tried to have a daughter for years, but two wonderful boys were all God let us have. We discussed trying to adopt, and the agency suggested we be foster parents first. It would give us a chance to get to know the child before we chose to make them part of our family. We decided to give that a go, and that afternoon they brought us Arlene. Something terrible happened at her home. No one knows what, only that Arlene was an orphan needing a loving home with people to help her through it. Being ten, she was a perfect age, but has a lot of problems, or did. No one knew what happened, and Arelene rarely said anything. She didn’t like being touched but would get into the bathtub or shower with my oldest son, Todd. Arlene would wash him first and then have him scrub her everywhere. She will be eleven soon, and he is almost thirteen. I know that I should have stopped it the first time it happened, but Arlene didn’t mind me seeing that bathing was all they did together. When she was laying back against Todd in the tub, she was at peace. Those were the only times for her. My husband is here for a six-month contract, so we have a rented house across the island. The foster agency cleared it for us and transferred Arlene into the foster system here.”

She finished whatever she was drinking, was given another, and took a big swig of it.

Arlene’s foster mom told me what I had already seen today up to getting to the doctor. They checked Arlene from head toe to find she had gotten bitch-slapped with puberty recently. The doctor expected that it had been happening for a while, even if I knew he was wrong, and this morning was when Arlene noticed it. She had put on weight, grew close to four inches, and she needed a training bra.

“More than that happened, though. Arlene said she tried to remember why she had nightmares and what happened before she came to live with us, but it was all gone. She went to bed a troubled little girl and woke up a bright ray of sunshine. When I had time to think about it, I think she loved every second of making sure both boys knew she had started getting pubic hair, and both boys were still hairless. Her therapist spent two hours with her. He said she really didn’t remember anything from her past and now showed no signs of Autism. We will have to watch her closely. For the first time since she came to live with us, she wanted to eat near here for a late dinner. The noise always bothered her when we tried in the past. She crashed on the way home and slept another two hours. Without any modesty, she came over excitedly to show us her sketchbook. Her therapists started her drawing out her nightmares for them to work through them. Those were always dark, and hard to tell what exactly she drew. Today, they showed the front of this house, then the hallway with the doors to the master suite, and then a jumble of forms on top of the bed. She drew her next picture in colored pencils and was very detailed. It was on the fine line between artistic and pornographic as the last two were of her touching an impossibly long hard cock. One was holding it, and the other is when it fired out a string of cum into a container.”

She was now staring at my crotch as she went off somewhere in her brain. After a few minutes, she came over, with her hands shaking a bit, and pull down the front of my shorts. Yuki winked at me from the door, where she held a blindfold and wireless earbuds. She waved me to follow her with the woman. Taking the woman’s arm, I guided her to where I saw Yuki duck around the corner. At the end of that small hallway. I found another large bedroom.

“You seem only longer than what is to be average but do not appear to be bigger around than my husband. Do you have sex with little girls? I am sure on this island that hundreds of women would go to a nasty motel and have sex with you on dirty, crusty sheets to be with a man who can wear out a pregnant woman and nine horny girls,” Arlene’s mom asked.

As I undressed her and blindfolded her, I said, “As far as most of the world is concerned, I won’t be a man until my next birthday, when I turn eighteen. Who do you think are little girls, aren’t? Yuki can tell you for sure, but I would be surprised if any of them are younger than eighteen.”

“The twins turned sixteen today. Being able to have you make them women today is all they had ever requested for a birthday gift since we took them in when they were three,” Yuki explained. “The rest of the girls are between eighteen and twenty-one. It is they who could be considered breaking the law if your parents were so inclined to press charges.”