Tall Cool sat behind the huge walnut desk in the study once occupied by his departed father. Looking around the room, he wondered at some of the artifacts that decorated the shelves and walls. Pictures of people that Cool neither knew or recognized. The history of his father's life was depicted here and it had depressed him for years. He stood and started to gather the ancient framed images from the tiny nails in the dark planking and stacked them neatly on the corner of the desk.
He spun the dial on the door to the big walk-in vault behind the moving bookshelf, and pulled the heavy steel door open. He flipped the switch inside the door, illuminating the interior of the safe in the bright glow of fluorescent light. Returning to the study, he carefully carried the pictures into the safe and stacked them on the highest shelf to the rear of the vault. Three trips and he had satisfied his desire to lock away some of the depressing things from his father's lurid past.
Cool looked around the vault. Many things there still reminded him of The Old Man. Most of the memories were cherished ones. Items belonging to his mother still lay in the long drawers on the sidewall. He pulled open the drawers, one at a time, viewing the contents of each. Dozens of pairs of sparkling diamond earrings and necklaces of every imaginable gem on the globe filled one drawer. Rolex watches of every description and shape lay in another. Jeweled knives and other precious trinkets lay in another. And there were drawers full of old out of date currency, some dated back to the late eighteen hundreds. And bundles of cash, from the sale of the real estate and other businesses that he and Camille had decided to liquidate, were stacked on the shelves along with boxes of stocks and bond certificates, many of which were more than seventy years old.
Millions of dollars were lying in front of him. And there were untold millions more in bank accounts all over Florida. He asked himself why he had been so depressed and it came to him like a bolt from the blue. They had been living like hermits out here in the dunes in this big old house. Nothing had changed in the old house since he was born. It still looked the same inside. He knew what he had to do to climb out of the funk he was in and get back to life.
He marched from the vault, closing the door and spinning the dial. He opened the door from the study and walked to his bedroom in search of Camille. She was sitting at her dressing table, very naked, brushing her long shiny black hair. Cool took the brush from her hand and stroked it through her hair, standing behind her. She watched his face in the mirror. She could tell her brother, her lover-husband, had made a decision. He's only quiet when he's getting ready to extol you with wisdom.
"I've come to a decision, my Beautiful Black Queen," Cool began.
Camille felt a shiver run down her spine almost like the day he had told her and Rita that he wanted them to both be his wives.
"Yes, Virgil," she replied, softly. "I can see it in your face. You look more rested than I've seen you in a year."
"I have decided that this old house needs some new life in it," he declared. "First, with your approval of course and that of Rita, I think we should renovate the entire inside of this great old castle and make it modern and new. We'll keep our heritage but let's make it sparkle. And I miss having children to walk with and teach about the river and the history. We haven't had tangled bodies and wild sex together in a long time. Remember how we used to fuck at the drop of a hat?"
"We are getting along in years, Darling," Camille soothed. "But yes, I do remember and I long for those days. But at fifty-seven, I'll not be having any more babies, nor will Rita, I'm afraid."
"But the girls can have babies," Cool insisted.
"Are you telling me you want to have children with our children?" Camille asked, turning to face Cool.
"I am saying that the girls can have babies with whom ever they chose to have a baby with and then there will be children here in this house again," Cool explained. "Or we can adopt children."
"When's the last time you had sex with one of us?" Camille asked.
"I don't know," he said. "Couple of days, I guess."
"Do you know what your problem is?" she asked.
"What?" he quizzed.
"You need get a load off your mind," she said, reaching up and pulling his zipper down and pulling his pants down to his knees. "Why did God give man only enough blood to work one head at a time?"
She took Cool's thick cock in her warm lips and massaged him with her tongue. He swelled inside her mouth, filling her with his hard meaty prick. She moved her head on and off, sending waves of sensation coursing through him. Her hand found his balls hanging between his legs. She fondled him gently as she continued to take him ever deeper into her throat. Her other hand circled around his leg, whereupon she tweaked his tight sphincter with a manicured nail.
Popping his raging cock from her lips, she wet her finger with her mouth and took his cock back inside. She slowly slid her saliva-drenched finger in his ass, causing even greater sensations to rip through his lusty body.
Camille pulled him close, pushing her face flat against his hairy torso, sending his big prick far down her swallowing throat. She worked her throat on him, massaging him from deep down inside, She moaned around his cock, causing him even more sensation.
With her finger moving within his relaxed rosebud and his cock extended completely down her throat, she brought him slowly to a thunderous release deep inside of her. He pulsed with tremendous force, sending a huge wave of thick semen rushing down her hot sucking gullet. Again and again he discharged into her filling her stomach with a flood of hot cream. He slowed and as quickly as it had begun, it was over.
Cool clung to her head with both hands, bending over her to keep from falling. Her mouth still moved on his deflating manhood. Her tongue laved him inside her mouth. There was only one other woman that had ever sucked his cock like Camille and that was Louise, her mother.
"Don't ever stop doing that to me," Cool hissed.
Long after his softened cock had dropped out of her mouth, he stood holding her head in both hands.
"Don't ever stop wanting me to," she whispered.
"We need to rest," Cool stated.
They crawled into bed and slept.
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Cool crept from the bed at first light and walked out to the pool. He dove into the cool water and swam back and forth in the water for over fifteen minutes. He pulled his naked body up on the pool apron and stood reaching for a towel. He had hardened over the years. His six-pack abs glistened from the water. His legs were well muscled and his arms still bulged in the right places. His thick member hung between his legs, water dripping off the head as the rivulets from the pool drained down his body from above.
At fifty-one, his libido was still strong and few days passed when he didn't exercise his right as master of the realm. His depression had pushed him deep into himself for several months but he suddenly felt alive again after his revelations of the previous days.
Standing with his hands on his hips, he gazed through the screen surrounding the pool down towards the river, which flowed three hundred yards below the house, to the west. His thoughts were on the inhabitants of Islands Estates.
Rita, Camille and Ming lived on the main level of the big old house with him. Bobby Sue had taken residence upstairs in the second floor apartment. Billy Joe had taken over Cool's old apartment in the basement next to the studio. Since Caroline had moved temporarily to New York, the old servants quarters on the north end of the house were vacant.
With the construction of the fifth residence on the south quadrant of the estate where Helen Blossom now resided completed, Steve, Cool's long unknown child, and his mother Debbie, had moved from the boathouse into Helen's old place, after a complete remodel. Susan lived by herself when Billy Joe wasn't there, in the house on the river by the stable. Gerald and Susan, Dennis' mother lived in the other house on the north end.
It was common knowledge that everybody that lived on the estate at one time or another was having some kind of sexual relationship going on with somebody else. It was all very sordid but it had been going on since the dawn of time and everyone was aware of it. Cool made the rounds regularly and loved every one in his beautiful family. Tonight, they would all be together for a group gathering and he was excited beyond words. His only regret was that he didn't think Caroline or Dianne would be there. Little did he know.
