His Domain

His Domain

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His Domain

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I stood looking at the two-story colonial brick house that I called home for twelve years there had many delightful memories and some not-so-delightful ones too. When Dad was twenty-two he bought the land, five acres Dad left the house to me, for various reasons, and left Mom out of the will and the receivership of the estate. One was revenge for the treatment I had received at the hands of the women in the family and two, a total disrespect as the Head of the house. He changed it the day I left for college six and a half years ago. I knew nothing of the changes. As soon as my dad was pronounced dead. I took the death certificate straight to City Hall and changed the name on the deed; I paid the necessary taxes and other fees to transfer without an issue. I would have to pay for property taxes, water, sewage, and electricity, which were reasonable for the time. Dad had written me a letter explaining how he fooled his wife into believing the house and the money would be hers. The gold-digging bitch and the daughters seemed to be the same way - looking for a Sugar Daddy to shower them with gifts for the opportunity to get in her tight wet pussy in exchange, most of the time. Dad never once made any overt gestures towards the girls, when he did it was towards his wife, even in front of us kids.

So dear readers at this stage of the story I hope I have piqued your interest. My family consisted of Dad, Daniel "Dan" Christopher Sawsman, when married forty-four, with No previous marriages, and no exes either. Mom, Janice Rosemary Sawsman, when married thirty, two previous marriages, and three children (girls aged 10 and twins 6). Casandra Rose Whiggins - ten, oldest daughter to Janice, blonde, blue-eyed beauty. Beatrice Felicia and Alexandra Elizabeth Whiggins - 6, burnets with hazel eyes, and beauties as well. The narrator is me - Michael Christian "Saucy" Sawsman.

OK, I am Michael Christian "Saucy" Sawsman. 'Saucy' to my best friend Charlie and he is the only one who can get away with it. We were foster kids in the same neighborhood; he was three weeks older than I was so I started to call him Big Bro. I never knew my birth parents, no family to claim me so I went into the foster care system. (Known only to Daniel that my parents died in a car accident and he was a young multimillion-dollar co-founder of a construction company two hundred miles away, I was the sole heir to the company). My last foster, later adoptive, parents picked me up when I was four or five, late four I believe. I was shy, but also "all boy" and got into many things little boys do some dangerous and some not so.

I hung around Candy, my nickname for her was "Sweet One", and I would follow her around the house when she was home from school. Dan and Janice brought me home from the shelter where I happened to have a bed. It was a Friday when I met my three sisters. I was overjoyed that I had sisters I ran up to the prettiest one, Casandra Whiggins, the oldest of the three at ten, I looked over to see two brown-eyed brown-haired versions of each other. The twins Alexandra and Beatrice Whiggins were seven and about to turn eight. I got plenty of attention, something I never had while inside the foster system, and loved every bit of it. It seemed that my sisters indeed loved their new brother. After eighteen months, Daniel and Janice Sawsman adopted me and we became a family.

Dad, Daniel, was a construction engineer, as he called himself. He owned a very lucrative Construction company that specialized in High-end residences, Hotels, Cassio's, commercial real estate, and some residential construction--making money hand over foot. He was a single man over forty when he met Mom, she was around 29 or 30. She told him straight up from the first date she has three daughters and if that were a problem then they would have a nice dinner and go their separate ways.

That turned to engagement three and a half months later and married six months after that. She had been married twice since her High School days. Janice's last marriage lasted eleven years they had three daughters. Casandra, Beatrice, and Alex (the twins), the marriage ended when her husband was caught embezzling money to cover a gambling debt, leaving her and the girls broke. Her previous marriage lasted one year with no kids, it was her high school sweetheart, who turned into a Meth dealer and was sent to prison for thirty-five years. Now she was married to Daniel, he had a vasectomy twenty years earlier because a girlfriend claimed he was the father of her child, which turned out to be not true after DNA testing.

He told her about the procedure and well they sought out adoption. It took five months for Daniel and Janice Sawsman to be foster parents to me and after eighteen months, I became their adopted son. I was overjoyed to be finally with people who loved me and wanted me. I hung onto Candy I would follow her around when we were not at school. We played together the four of us and I enjoyed it. I had no sexual feelings for any of the girls, sure, I had a huge crush on Candy, but that was it, she was my sister, well that was my thinking for the next several years. The house was in harmony until sometime after my tenth birthday.

Candy, five and a half years older, decided to turn into a stark raving lunatic when came to me. She became mean cursing me, shoving me, then hitting me, and no matter what I did, it just was not good enough for her. Mom and Dad seemed to be oblivious to this because when I confronted them about it, they blew it off as sibling rivalry and it was not that. Dad had installed a big pool off the back deck and assigned me to the task of 'Pool Boy', I was eleven or twelve at the time. I cleaned the pool every day no matter what and most days nothing, but this particular day.

Candy came out in the skimpiest bikini barely covering her twenty-eight D-sized breasts, barely covering her nipples and she would always show her camel toe to me before and after her swimming. She started yelling at me that I was not cleaning the pool correctly and that I intentionally missed a spot at the bottom of the large swimming pool. I looked at her and smiled turned the vacuum towards where she pointed and sucked up nothing, just to prove my point. I know underneath those dark sunglasses her eyes were boring holes in my skull, shit I was eleven what did I care, a lot of bigger kids tried to hurt me, but failed.

Around two months later, the twins started testing the waters. The twins were three years older, and at times would gang up on me, but when Alex and I were, alone she would be nice to me, talking to me about this that, or the other thing, nothing-important friendly brother-sister talks. Until Candy or Beatrice came around when both were around Alex would not be so nice all of a sudden. Let us say that I felt attacked on every side, they were relentless. After a while, I became numb to it not angry or upset, confused as to why the sudden change from loving sisters to demon sisters in a matter of months. Hell, I was eleven by then what the fuck did I know.

I mean come on now. Hell, I had seen their tits before but crap nothing like what became a game of 'Fuck with Mike Day'' turned into How can I avoid the fucking crazy girls. Dinner was a solstice where we gathered for family time to eat, talk, have fun, and enjoy our dinner together. Never mind about the everyday worries, and stress just good clean conversation with good food. It worked for the most part for a year and a half when Candy took on her commanding aura. During our dinners, the girls and Mom would dominate the conversation talking about the latest fashion, a new sale going on, or just boys in general. Dad and I would listen and we tried to start a quiet conversation around football, baseball, or our favorite F1 racing, and the current standings for the championship.

The women would stop talking cough and berate us, Dad would apologize and roll his eyes turning quiet. Over the next three years, they kept up with the dinner table conversation until Candy went to college. The dinner conversations opened a little but not by much. The twins were seniors while I was a sophomore at the same High School. Bea replaced or tried to replace Candy, epic failure for sure, but she did have her ways. She would call me names, and look at me in disgust. Alex tried to avoid the situation when both of them were around. I held my own against those two well really one. Teenaged kids can be cruel but for the most part, many are not.

However, when your cruel twin sisters come at you at school it is a life changer. I did my battles and caused some bitches to cry but they attached 'me' first. I tolerated the verbal abuse and ignored most of it. However, there were times when I wanted to beat the shit out of people, especially my sisters. I did not attend the Prom or any other school function because of my sisters. Fear of anyone I would ask the two heat-seeking bitches would be on the poor girl like a fly on shit and I didn't want to put that kind of stress on anyone that young nor did I need the extra bullshit at home. My best bet is No Girlfriend, and no friends at all, well except Charlie.

Charles "Charlie" Ranku is the adoptive son of two high school sweethearts getting married after graduation but unfortunately could not have children, something about childhood rape for his mom and childhood abuse and castration by his father when he was thirteen for his dad. He opened an auto-mechanics shop repairing cars, trucks, motorcycles, and anything with a motor and gears. We have been friends since day two of my living at the house. Charlie is three weeks older than I am and he played big brother for me. He lived next door, well across the street at least. He has kept me sane during my middle and high school years. There were many times when the girls would attach and I would run out into the back yard and Charlie would come out, sit with me, and help me calm down talking to me about the reality of the situation. I had talked to Mom and Dad, but shit was going downhill fast by then and I did not know it.

I did win the School's Science Fair and got a full ride to a college four hundred miles from home. All the girls were home for my high school graduation giving me a cheer and congratulations, but I knew things would not be the same when I left. Dad looked at me with sorrowful eyes he fully understood my meaning. I sent an invitation and tickets to my college graduation, but they never showed and I assumed I was on the outs of the family. Six and a half years later, a phone call from Mom brought me back home, Dad had a stroke and it did not look good. I called my partner, Bradon Icebee, in the company and told him my dad had a stroke and I would call him in a couple of days with an update. He said not to worry that we had the company under control and I could call my or his assistant for any needs that I may have. Smiling at Brad I nodded my head and left. Got to my apartment packed some clothes and booked for home. Four hours and fifteen minutes later, I pulled my truck into the parking lot of the hospital and went to see my Dad in the CICU.

He looked pale and worn out. I took his hand in mine and he opened his eyes smiling. It was the first sign since the stroke he understood or saw anyone according to the nurse when she came in to check on him. He did that for his father, I immediately asked the nurse to call the Head Nurse and showed her the medical power of attorney from this point on I made all the decisions for his Dad's medical care. I returned to my dad's room closed the curtains and set up a silent communication system, using a portable whiteboard, I borrowed from the nurses I would write and he would attempt to communicate his medical wishes. We communicated even though he could not speak or move his right arm or hand.

In the eight and a half hours, I spent with Dad he told me of the accident report and his knowledge of my birth father's construction company north of us by three hundred miles. It turns out that my biological parents, my biological father owned a construction company, a rather large construction company and before the accident that killed them, he had changed the will to reflect me as an heir. It stated that if I did not take over by my twenty-fifth birthday the company would go public on the stock market. Dad kept the documents along with other important papers in his possession detailing that I would be the CEO and Chairman of the Board of that company.

Dad handed me the documentation and information needed to win my inheritance. I was named the Chairman and CEO of Dad's construction company. It is intriguing to know and to comprehend the amount of money one gets - I became a billionaire in a matter of minutes. I had money to spend. Dad also informed me and gave me his passwords to his accounts and safety deposit box. He told me that Mom and his business partner had an on-again off-again affair and that it might still be going on. Now mind you mom and the girls were not there, so I informed the staff I would grant all entrance by family members. I provided my cell phone number and mentioned that this was an absolute condition no one from outside the family would visit my father unless I approved.

I smiled and did my best to understand what he wanted. As hard as it was I would also have to deal with Mom and the girls. Dad and I discussed about the girls and Mom. He was reluctant to allow Mom into the room based on her infidelity. He told me there were two places for the PI report and to retrieve both the hard copies to throw in her face. We discussed the option availed to him with the spouse not wanting the other spouse in the room. I tabled it telling him to let her think she has won and you are none the wiser. We smiled and I was happy seeing him smile.

I sat with him holding his hand and trying to comfort both of us. It was hard on me, but doubly on him. I cried for a minute or two knowing that this might be our last days. I moved to a lounge/chair they have at the hospital that leans back and it is a single (relatively hard) bed, I was asleep when Candy rolled in. Groggily, I looked up and said "HI". Startling her to jump and squeal in surprise. Sitting on a lounge chair/bed with a hospital blanket over me.

In her nasty tone and familiar disdain for my existence "When did you get here? Does Mommy know? I bet you have no idea what's coming your way beast." She smiled the entire time. I looked at her and smiled, "Oh, I know what I am getting do you?" I smiled my Dominate Sinister smile, the one my slaves know when they screwed up. I am not vicious just fair, I set the rules, and minor mistakes earn my hand on their bare ass for up to fifty smacks.

Back to the issue at hand with Candy mocking me throughout the time she was there until Mom and the twins showed up. Then it was an all-out war, first Janice then Bea, I looked at Dad and said my goodbyes,

"Sorry, Dad if these stupid bitches can't even respect me when you are in the hospital. I will be back to talk later." I said with so much disdain looking at each one of them in the eye as I said it Alex had compassion in her eyes and the thought of comfort. I walked out, went to the nurse's station, and told the Nurse in Charge to kick them out an hour before visiting hours were too close - Dad needed quiet and sleep. Call me when they leave. I heard comments and insults then I heard Dad yell to shut the fuck up he is my son and your brother you need to be nicer to him.

I took off towards the house, which was only ten minutes away, using my key to open the door to look at the house.

I was stunned I blew my top; it was a dump of clothes and trash. It looked like hell, I made my way through a path to the upstairs bedrooms left was Candy's - fair but still looks like a pig sleeps there, then to the right Bea's room and it was the worst so far. I went to the right across the hall and opened what used to be my room it was a storage room exited turned to my right next room to Alex's room opened the door and found it immaculate and tidy--books on the shelf in a row. I was impressed. Walking into the Master bedroom and was shocked to see the bed had not been made in a while, clothes were thrown around the room, and the bathroom was a disaster. The girls were not around and I investigated Mom's supposed infidelity with a younger man. I found evidence of Mom's infidelity securing it in my truck; it was right where Dad had said it would be. I spent around three hours collecting and photographing the house to show Dad later.

I loaded what I could in the back of my truck. I headed out when my cell phone went off it was the Nurse in charge informing me Mom and the girls were leaving. I drove to the storage unit I rented in my name some six years earlier and deposited my evidence and materials. Drove back to the hospital to stay with Dad for a while longer. Dad slept most of the time and I sat and read the PI report Dad commissioned on Mom. Almost four years of infidelity from Mom and even Candy participated in the affair for only one session with her old math teacher who dominated Mom while Candy was in school. The PI got video and audio of the three of them on that one occasion, along with countless photos, and videos of Janice's affairs.

I took out my phone and dialed some friends that I still knew in the area including Charlie. Called a container storage company I knew I used with the company and ordered (four of them) to be dropped off within an hour.

I dialed Mom's number,

"Hi, Mom it's me. Yes, Mike."

"Hey, how long are you staying with Dad? Are the girls going with you? Is Alex not staying? Oh, how long before you return? Really, ok, we can do dinner then if it is not too late. No my treat Mom I will take you guys out for dinner. Yes Mom I have a job that I can pay for a nice dinner. Yeah ok, look drive safe see you in say four hours. Good, yes. I will send you the address of the restaurant where to meet me. Ok. Tell the girls I love them. Love you too. Bye."

For four hours the house was clean, each room was stored in one of the three containers and I labeled each one. In those four hours, the house was wiped down, swept, mopped, and straightened up to look like new. Security cameras and changed the locks on all the outside doors, I called one of my security vendors, it was a slow day for him, but he installed it all under the time limit with spare minutes after testing. My friends left five minutes before the woman showed up at the house. I left with them and went to Charlie's for a beer and good company. I left a note.

In the front yard were four white eight-by-twelve-foot containers their names displayed. I left shortly after the crew departed leaving an envelope with their names on it taped to the front screen door. I went around the corner parked my truck and walked back to watch the show. About three minutes later the ladies showed up.

When they got out of their car I could see a look of confusion and interest. Sugar one, Candy, came around and saw the names on the containers.

"Mom, MOM. What the fuck is this?" Janice came around to the front of the containers in a state of shock.

"Honey, I have no idea. Let's go inside and find out what's going on." Both of them walked to the front door where Bea had opened the envelope reading the contents. She tried her key and it did not open the door.