In the Arms of Angels

This is my first submission. The entire story is very long, so I've tried to break it up, but this part is still 30 pages in Word. It's kind of a slow burn as far as getting to the sex with one fade-to-black moment in this one and some flirting/awkward moments. The sex begins in the second part.

This is the story of a son who was torn from his mother and sisters fifteen years prior due to a messy divorce. It (eventually) includes mother/son, mother/daughter, brother/sister sex.

Every character is 18 years of age or older, and this is a work of fiction.

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Los Angeles, California

"I, David Allan Hughes, give, devise and bequeath all of the remaining and residual property I have ownership in at the time of my death, whether real property, personal property, or both, of whatever kind and wherever situated to my son, Jason Michael Hughes absolutely and entirely.

"Should Jason Hughes not be living, then I give, devise, and bequeath all of the remaining and residual property I have ownership in at the time of my death, whether real property, personal property or both, of whatever kind and wherever situated to a trust created to sell off all property and using the funds of such to provide two scholarships each year to worthy medical students of Cedars-Sinai Hospital.

"Upon my death, I direct that my remains..."

Jason's eyes narrowed in disgust as the man continued reading the last will and testament of David Hughes, Jason's father.

The rat-bastard didn't even leave anything to Mom or my sisters,

Jason thought, his mind elsewhere as his father's attorney, Morgan Dean, who gave off a well-dressed, sleazy used car salesman type of vibe, continued reading.

I'm glad he's dead,

Jason's thoughts continued.

I'm finally free. I can try to find Mom again...if I can figure out how.

His mind wandered around the décor of the attorney's office--he wasn't listening to the reading anyway, nor did he really care. His only knowledge of an attorney's office was based off television and movie representation. For the high-powered offices in those shows like Morgan Dean's, they were always large, expansive offices with a tiny desk in the corner, great city skyline views, and towering glass windows to facilitate those views. Intimidating, cold despite the warm light coming in, and impersonal. Jason had to give it to the set designers on those shows for nailing it and he briefly wondered if Morgan's office had the same exact designer.

"Jason?" Morgan said, bringing the younger man's attention back to the present. He was peering over thin glasses that hung halfway down his nose. "Any questions?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dean. I kind of zoned out for a moment," Jason replied, feigning a sheepish look. "This is all a bit crazy."

The attorney sighed and put on his best sympathy face. "Unfortunately, death comes for us all. But at least your father was prepared. He filled out the appropriate Transfer On Death documents for his property, so you'll just need to take the death certificate and your ID to the county building, and they'll transfer it to your name. That'll keep you from having to deal with probate. And all his bank accounts had you listed as his direct beneficiary, so do the same with them--death certificate and ID and you'll have access to everything." Morgan sifted through a few documents and lifted one up to read it. "It appears that with his checking, savings, stocks and bonds, and with his investments, you'll have around $4.5 million. I don't know how much his property is worth, or if you're even interested in keeping any of it, but you have the option to sell it off as you see fit."

Jason nodded. He wasn't impressed. Sure, it was a shitload of money, and he knew there was more coming. But it wasn't about the money. David had been a shit father and the only thing on Jason's mind was burning the house down and destroying everything the man owned.

Fifteen years ago, David and Elin Hughes had gone through a very messy divorce. David was a cheating, lying bastard who cared nothing for his wife or the three children he'd spawned with her, but somehow in the divorce proceedings, David was granted custody of Jason, promptly moving across the country to Los Angeles where he took a job as an anesthesiologist at Cedars-Sinai Hospital. Jason was torn from his mother and sisters, Elaina and Paige, and in the years that passed, David cut off all communication with them.

David made excellent money and Jason didn't want for anything since his father threw toys and clothes at him rather than spend time with him. Jason rarely saw his father and was foisted onto sitters, or literally anyone else, so long as the young boy didn't cramp David's carousing or work. It took Jason several hopeful years to come to terms with his life, but by age 10 he realized his situation. He had a father who made plenty of money but was never around for him. He also had a mother who loved him, but he never got to see or speak to her. Jason never believed the lies David told him about how Elin wanted nothing to do with him since he'd come to L.A. with his father, but it was hard to fight against that feeling since he never heard from her again and his father reminded him over and over again.

So, Jason did his best with what he had. He grew interested in computers, took his education seriously, and even participated in sports, not that his father would have ever known since he'd never come to see him. After a few years, and promotions at work, David was making enough money to buy an extravagant house in L.A., but it was never a home for Jason. It was beautiful, very modern in its design, and tucked discretely behind a large gate to keep unwanted people from getting in. This only made it feel like a luxurious prison to young Jason. It was also a house with a revolving door of women who David used as his playthings until her tired of them. It was shocking at first, but Jason soon got used to new faces every few months and was able to cope with it after a while.

Three weeks ago, however, it all ended abruptly. David and his newest conquest were on the Sierra Highway in north L.A. That road was notorious for being in a constant state of disrepair because traffic was so heavy both day and night. There was never really a good time to shut it down because of this. Due to the desperate need for repair, and the inability to get to the repairs without creating a massive traffic snarl, the highway department missed one of the large road signs that had worked its way loose from its bolts from old age. A strong gust of wind was the last straw for the bolts holding it in place and it fell straight down onto David's car, cutting both he and his date in half as they sped beneath it.

After news spread that Jason had been approached by several attorneys to sue the California Highway Department, the state decided to be proactive, trying to keep as much of it out of the news as possible, offering Jason a settlement offer. He wasn't at all heartbroken that his father had died, and the offer of $20 million, along with his signed assurance that he'd not speak about the deal, was good enough for him. But again, it wasn't about the money. He'd lost his entire family when his parents divorced, and the blame for that was the fault of his now-dead father. To say that Jason was relieved to be free of David was an understatement.

"And with all of this read and understood by you," Morgan continued, "I am now no longer your father's attorney. Which means that I can tell you that you were foolish to take the settlement with the state." When Jason just looked at him, Morgan continued. "Your father was important to this community. He wasn't a diplomat or anything like that, but as a doctor, he had a hand in saving countless lives, and because of the shoddy work by the Highway Department, his ability to save future lives has been cut short. Had you taken this to court, or even threatened to do so, you could have easily gotten double the amount, maybe more."

Jason bit his cheek to keep himself from an angry tirade about how absolutely delighted he was that his father had died a gruesome death. Or how the man had ruined not only Jason's life, but that of his mother and sisters by being a selfish, useless, walking penis who couldn't control himself around women. After a few moments, and a few subtle, cleansing breaths, he could only manage to say, "It's fine. I'm just glad this business is done."

Morgan nodded, still believing Jason to be grieving and in shock. "Regardless, you have my condolences." He stood, signaling the end of their meeting. "If there's nothing else, I only want to remind you to go to the courthouse as soon as possible, and to visit the bank. I believe the settlement money should have already been deposited into your account, so you should probably do some consolidation. Also, seriously consider seeking out a financial advisor or accountant, and an attorney." Rounding the desk, Morgan stood in front of Jason who did the same. Clapping a hand on the young man's shoulder, Morgan stuck his other hand out for a shake. "Take care of yourself, Jason."

"Thank you." Jason looked down at the man's hand and shook it. And with that, he walked out and called for a ride.

It took him the better part of the day to finish up with both the county courthouse and the bank before he got home. As soon as he did, he stripped completely and dove into the pool, one of the only places in the house where he felt at ease. He could swim laps or float away the day to ease his mind. When his skin began to prune, he toweled off and walked inside to the kitchen. His shoulders slumped when he realized he'd forgotten to stop for food on the way home. He could order groceries and have them delivered, but he didn't feel like making anything. Finding his phone on the kitchen counter, he stopped briefly to look at the large, plastic bag that held everything his father had on him when he died. The medical examiner's office had bagged it up and, as his closest relative, signed it over to him.

"Burn in hell, David," he muttered at the bag, then opened the delivery app on his phone and quickly placed an order. But when he finished, his eyes were drawn to the bag again. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, knowing he'd have to go through it at some point. Ripping open the bag, he dumped the contents onto the marble countertop.

There were various mundane items in the bag. A few ink pens, which was an odd thing to take on a date, business cards, some coins, and the pocketknife David had always carried with him. He eventually picked up the Louboutin wallet and began pulling everything out. David's driver's license, some business cards, several bank and credit cards, and a very graphic picture of his current conquest, the same one who had been cleaved in two by the massive road sign. Jason's eyes lingered on it a while. She had been a very beautiful woman, and going solely by her body, he understood why David had been attracted to her. But she had been an epic bitch, which made her physical beauty null and void in Jason's eyes. Last, he opened the section that held the bills and rolled his eyes as he pulled ten $100 bills, and a few smaller notes. "Money isn't everything, you ass," he grumbled, but it wasn't lost on him that he took the bills and put them to the side to add to his own wallet.

His eyes fell onto David's phone. One of the employees of the M.E.'s office had done their best to wipe the blood from it, but some remained in the cracks of the slim case around it. He also noticed what looked like a small clutch, obviously belonging to the naked woman in the picture. David must have been holding it for her when they died, and he remembered hearing that the woman didn't have any family that they could find. Still, it was odd that her belongings were mixed in with David's. Out of curiosity, he opened it. A pack of cigarettes, a bottle of Xanax, $54 dollars, and her license were inside. With a shrug, he took the money out and added it to the stack.

After checking for the estimated delivery time, he saw that he could take a quick shower before his food arrived. Out of habit, he walked to his own bathroom, but stopped. This was his house now. He could shower wherever the hell he wanted, including what used to be David's bathroom. His father had given him strict instructions never to enter his bedroom, or bathroom, without invitation, which always made Jason wonder what was in there David didn't want him to see. Or was it just that he didn't want his own son to come in and hang out with him? The man had always kept Jason beyond arm's reach, never really wanting to connect at all.

Entering the large, spa-like bathroom, Jason ignored everything in the bedroom and bathroom as he turned on the water. The first thing he did was piss all over the walls as another fuck you to his father. Once he was satisfied, he realized he'd only managed to get urine all over the place where he was supposed to wash himself clean. "Dumbass," he muttered as he began cleaning himself. When he stepped out of the shower and pulled on some fresh clothes, the doorbell rang.

The redhead smiled happily as she handed the food to him. She was beautiful, and her blue eyes, slight freckling, dimples, and pretty smile had a definite effect on him.

"Uh, one sec," he said, holding up a finger. Leaving the door open, he walked quickly to the pile of money on the kitchen counter, took the $50, and walked back to the door. "I can't remember if I had tipped you or not," he said as he took the bag and handed her the money, "but I hope this will do."

"Oh, wow," she said as she looked at the bill and then back up at him, her beautiful smile even wider. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," he said, giving her a smile of his own. He let his eyes drift over her body as she bit her bottom lip shyly. He gave her a wink and began to close the door.

"Would you like my number?" she blurted out awkwardly.

With a satisfied grin, he pulled out his phone, opened the contacts and handed it to her. She smiled happily, glancing up and down between Jason and the phone as she entered her contact information. Once she handed it back, he immediately sent her a text that said, "Text me when you get off. Jason."

He'd been burned before by a woman giving him a number that wasn't hers and he'd decided this was the best way to make certain. They'd either get his text, or nothing would happen, and he'd know what kind of person she was. When she pulled out her own phone, she smiled at him. "I'll do that, Jason," she said, then turned slowly, letting him get a good look at her fit backside as she walked back to her waiting car.

Clicking his tongue happily, he waited until she got in her car before he closed the door. "Damn. That woman would definitely make me feel better."

He walked around the large, empty house as he ate, wondering what to do with everything. His anger kept telling him to just burn it all to the ground, but his sensible mind told him to be patient. Despite it having been almost three weeks since his father's death, the shower he'd just taken was the first time he'd gone into David's room. And just as Morgan had told him earlier, everything belonged to him now, so there was no reason he couldn't start snooping.

The large walk-in closet was filled with all sorts of clothes ranging from jeans, khakis, and polo shirts to very nice suits and two tuxedos. His father had expensive tastes, and despite being a useless sack of shit in Jason's eyes, David was a handsome man and looked good in just about anything he wore. It was too bad David had been shorter as some of these suits would have looked good on Jason. He didn't need second-hand clothes now, though. He could afford whatever he wanted.

There was nothing else of interest in the closet, so he began rummaging through the large armoire and the drawers of David's desk. He found a very organized drawer containing tax returns, car titles, insurance information, and Jason's birth certificate. He sat back in the desk chair staring at it, reading every single line. Full name of child, Jason Michael Hughes. Full name of father, David Allan Hughes. Full maiden name of mother, Elin Katrien Van der Elst. Place of birth, Lafayette, Indiana.

His eyes went back to his mother's name. Elin Katrien Van der Elst. He had been too young to ask her questions about her family, and barely remembered his grandparents. It made him realize just how little he knew of his own mother. He could only remember a beautiful, blonde woman whose hugs made him feel so safe.

With a heavy sigh, he put the document back into the drawer making a mental note to go back through it again tomorrow. It was getting a bit late, and he could feel his eyes getting heavy. As he picked up the container of food, he was suddenly no longer hungry and dropped the container into the wastebasket by the desk. Something caught his eye, however. An envelope. Pulling it out and ignoring the sauce spilled on it, he saw

E. Hughes

and an address in Vermont in the return address corner.

"Could it...?" he asked aloud, wondering if it could be possible that it was from his mother. The last he knew, she was still in Indiana, but he couldn't remember any of David's relatives having a first name beginning with the letter E.

Suddenly, he was frantically opening the envelope, pulling the handwritten letter out, straightening it to read it properly. It was dated a few days before David had died, and as he read it, a cold, hard knot formed in his stomach. It

was

from his mother. Why the hell hadn't David said anything about this? And why had he just tossed it in the trash without even opening it?

The questions could wait. He read through the letter, and for some reason his attention was focused on the wonderful penmanship she had. It was handwritten and not typed like most people did nowadays.

"David,

You won't answer my calls, texts, or emails. You have kept my son from me for far too long. He is an adult now and I will see him. I love him. I gave birth to him. He is as much a part of me as the blood in my veins. Your tricks at keeping your address from me won't work forever. I have hired a private investigator to locate Jason. It was only pure luck that you won those lawsuits, but once the investigator locates him, Jason can decide for himself if he wants to see me again. I don't know what you've told him all these years, but I will do everything I can to make him understand that I still want him in my life.

Jason, if you're reading this, I want you to know that I have done everything in my power to reunite with you. I have loved you since you first drew breath, and I love you just as much now. I want nothing more than to meet you again, to hold you, and get to know you again.

Elin Hughes"

Jason flipped the envelope over and saw that it had been sent to a P.O. box, which explained her comment about keeping their address hidden. Knowing David, he had used that for his legal paperwork just so she wouldn't be able to waltz up to their house.

His emotions were in overdrive now, and he felt vindicated. David had, as Jason had suspected, lied to him all these years. He'd looked right in his son's eyes and told him that Elin, Elaina, and Paige weren't interested in contact, something he'd started telling him almost immediately after the two had arrived in California. Jason didn't want to believe him, and fought against his father's words, but after so long, the repetitive story and lack of contact began to form a nugget of doubt in Jason's mind. Eventually, he did begin to wonder whether some of it had been true. But this letter proved how horrible David was and it proved Jason right.