My Destiny Ch 07

I am pleased to present the next Chapter of this story, "My Destiny." This chapter follows the main character, Elizabeth, as she navigates the challenges her new life in Australia throws at her.

I set the story in Australia, introducing some unique terms and sayings. To avoid reader confusion, I have minimised the language and different measurements while keeping it Australian at its core.

This story is a work of fiction. I have not knowingly written about any person or event. If the characters' actions are similar to a real person or event, I apologise and will edit the story should this be brought to my attention.

All those who participate in sexual activities are above the legal age of consent. While there are references to Bi Sexual activities along with Incest activities, the story remains centred on the female same-sex desires and adventures of the main characters.

Thanks for being patient with the time lag between chapters, but I hope the extra time I have spent fine tuning the story will make for a more enjoyable reading experience for you. I look forward to your feedback and constructive criticism

I woke early the following morning, still lying in Bella's arms. I felt empty and furious at discovering the close family connections between Sophie, Stephen, and my sister Julie. The blame and shame I had been working so hard to extinguish from my heart and soul were back with a vengeance and seemed to be consuming my being.

I was able to get out of bed without waking my friend. Standing amongst the papers and documents from which I had discovered my secret, I got changed to go for a run and blow off some steam. Before I left, I did what I had always been told not to: I texted Sophie and Stephen while angry.

" YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME! WAS ANY OF IT REAL? WAS THIS ANOTHER GAME YOU AND MY PARENTS ARE PLAYING TO HUMILIATE ME?"

I hit send and turned off the phone before leaving for my run and morning exercise.

In the following two weeks, I pushed myself to the absolute limit and beyond. My sleep, diet and even friends became collateral damage to my seething anger. Even poor Bella learnt to give me space. As I pursued my path of self-absorbed punishment, even my fastidious safety standards took a hit when I spent the weekend skydiving. I pushed the limits to the point that even my colleagues were worried, but when they said something, I just bit back, scared to say anything more to slow me down.

Nobody could keep up the pace I was setting for very long, even with the fitness and resilience I had maintained. Ultimately, I hit the wall big time and never saw my crash coming. Bella found me unconscious in our ensuite, lying in a pool of my blood and vomit.

My memory of the following days is hazy, blurred by the fever raging through my mind and body. I was later informed that I had been quite a handful for the infirmary staff due to my nightmares and sleep terrors. Gradually, the fever subsided, and I began to regain my clarity as I embarked on the path to recovery. Though I had numerous visitors during my illness, Sophia was the first person I recollect. She appeared exhausted, her face streaked with tears and weariness. Sitting by my bedside, she held my hands, quietly keeping vigil. Despite my feelings, I didn't withdraw. Instead, I mustered a grateful smile before drifting back to sleep.

The next time I woke, she was still there, like she hadn't moved. I was stronger this time and able to say hello, to which her emotions hit, and she broke into a flood of tears, apologising for what she and Stephen had done. She promised there would be no more secrets between us. I did accept her apologies but told her we had a lot to talk about, but now wasn't the time. While we were talking, the one person I was scared to see yet excited all the same came to see me. My sister Julie hugged and kissed me before doing the same with Sophie. She saw the confusion and anguish on my face and told me that Bella had shown her the DNA documents and that she could not have been happier that we were sisters. She also told me that nothing had changed and that she still loved me for who I was. Julie's devotion was enough to allow my emotions to flow freely.

All up, I spent a week confined to the sick bed. A constant stream of visitors kept the boredom at bay but allowed me to apologise to my dearest friends for my behaviour and tantrum. I had no excuse for being such a bitch, and every time I reflected, I felt more shame flow through me. The nurses stopped me from accessing my schoolwork while I was confined, which drove me up the wall, but they only wanted what was best for me. The worst bit of my treatment was the mandatory counselling sessions I had to endure. I could bluff my way through them, but having some stranger try to dig through my thoughts and emotions was still unpleasant. The most beneficial counselling I received was during my regular walks with Sophie, allowing us to talk privately.

The DNA test confirmed the truth--she was indeed my mother's sister, and Stephen was, without a doubt, my father's identical twin. When we first met, they did not know my identity. It was only when they attended my grandfather's funeral that the truth of our family relationship was discovered. My mother showed them a recent photo of me

and revealed the story of my leaving home.

Sophie shared with me that my grandfather had harboured a deep yearning to see me before he passed away. Unbeknownst to him, I had been sent overseas for my studies, which upset him. His distress grew even more pronounced when he discovered certain events that unfolded in the weeks leading up to my departure, events he was utterly unaware of. Unfortunately, the strict privacy policies of Julie's law firm, established as part of my mother's arrangements, meant that no one could reach me in those crucial moments. My grandfather ultimately passed away peacefully in his sleep, but not before taking the significant step of amending his will, a decision that notably excluded my father and brother from his legacy, leaving a profound impact on our family dynamics. My father still got the family empire but lost out on all non-business-related assets. My father was pissed off at this and started to argue with Stephen next to the family tomb; Stephen responded by breaking my father's nose for what he had done to me.

Sophie informed me that my grandfather had passed away during Christmas, and my grandmother had passed the night I was hospitalised. Stephen had gone home for the funeral, but they decided that after what had happened, it was essential for me not to be left alone.

Sophie was ashamed that they had not shared their discovery about who I was. They wanted to tell me but never found the right opportunity. Our erotic weekend was never intended to pan out like it did; they know they should have been honest with me before things got so out of hand. Sophie hugged me as she asked for forgiveness and promised that there would be no more lies between us. Sophie explained that they told the truth about being my godparents and spent many hours with me in my early years. However, it all came to a crashing halt when my father had slapped me for some misdeed, and Stephen had dropped him on his arse with a decent punch. It was this punch that broke the family. My father was the golden child and got the backing of their parents, and Stephen and I were banished from the family circle. Sophie's family helped them set up in Australia, a place they always loved, and the rest was history.

Sophie also told me about their relationship with Julie. They had helped my mother at the time of her birth and through the adoption process. Mum had stopped them from taking Julie as their own as she wanted her to grow up away from the family's influence. They monitored her and ensured she had the best education possible.

My mother had placed similar restraints on Stephen and Sophie, saying she was confident with her plan for me. She believed I would become the best person without any negative family influence. That said, my Nan wanted to see me, and arrangements were underway to get me home for a visit, but in the meantime, Stephen was setting up a Skype account for us.

I held onto Sophie's arm as the gravity of her story hit me. In a few short weeks, I had lost three of my grandparents, never getting a chance to say goodbye. But I also gained a sister and a loving aunt and uncle. I wished my life didn't involve such a fucked up family.

As we walked back to the infirmary, she made me promise never to bottle up my emotions again and never to go off the rails like I had. When I agreed, she hugged me like a mother but kissed me like a lover, a kiss I passionately returned.

Once I was released and spent time apologising to the people I offended with my recent behaviour, especially Bella and Annie, life returned to something that resembled normal, which for me is an understatement. Julie, Sophie and I began regular Skype meetings with my Nan. She was overjoyed to meet her other granddaughter and talk with me again. She had a wicked sense of humour and a very sharp mind. She missed nothing, including the depth of my love for Bella, who also joined in our twice-weekly family chats. We started planning a trip home to visit Nan, but it never happened. She went to sleep one night and peacefully went on to be with the love of her life, my Pop. Her death hit us all pretty hard, no more than Sophie, who had lost a remarkable woman from her life, her mum.

The assault case against the former groundskeeper unfolded in court just before the Easter holiday, a tense atmosphere permeating the proceedings. Ryan and Hannah made the ten-hour journey from the farm, their steadfast support a beacon during those five emotionally gruelling days. Michael was the first witness to take the stand, and the experience was harrowing. According to Julie, although Michael managed to keep his cool, he was expertly put through the wringer by the defence lawyer, who attempted to portray him as a mere thug. Despite the relentless questioning and the attorney's aggressive tactics, Michael stood his ground, delivering sharp responses that challenged the lawyer's narrative and demonstrated his resilience. Bella was the second witness called to the stand and faced intense scrutiny. Her integrity was challenged, and she endured significant victim blaming. The judge had to intervene multiple times to allow Bella to collect herself so the relentless questioning could continue. When Bella finally stepped down, she was emotionally distressed and left questioning her integrity and self-worth.

On the third day of the trial, I was summoned to the stand and questioned for over five gruelling hours. During this time, I was unfairly blamed for the attack, criticised for my choice of clothing, and accused of having loose morals, among other hurtful allegations. Initially, I remained composed and attempted to handle the insults gracefully, but as the questioning intensified, I became defensive. I even received a warning from the judge after accusing the defence lawyer of condoning violence against women. By the time I was dismissed, I was utterly drained. While relieved that my part in the trial was over, the case's fate now rested between the jury and the judge.

After just an hour of deliberations, the jury returned and handed a guilty verdict on all the charges. Our joy was briefly dampened when the twat launched himself at me. He didn't get very far when Ryan and Stephen took him down with a brilliant crash tackle before the court attendants could even react. He was eventually sentenced to ten years, with a non-parole period of six years; I would have liked him to receive more, but at least justice had been served, and Bella and I could move on with our lives.

After it was all finished, we went out to dinner to celebrate. It was the first time we had all been together in one room. Stephen got on brilliantly with Ryan and Michael; I was torn between their conversation and the girl talk between Sophie, Annie, Hannah, Bella and Julie. The boy talk was way more interesting.

Stephen and Sophie have come up with their promise and have arranged for us to use their holiday house for the Easter holidays. There was more than enough room for all nine of us. They also had a boat available for the men to go fishing and for me, Julie, and Sophie to do some diving. The best feature was a very private pool, which Sophie described as clothing optional, which got us all laughing and maybe a little aroused by the thought.

The holiday was everything we could have wanted: fun, sun, adventure, relaxation and more than enough sex and eroticism to go around (a couple of times), and for me, the holiday included a lot of photographic work. I had eight very willing models, and the environment allowed me to continue a unique project I was working on, a Black and White self-study of the human body. It was a project I had been working on for several months and hoped to finish and finally show my close friends this week.

Stephen helped me set up the room he used as his studio's office, which became my work's central location. However, other areas, including the pool and wine cellar, played a part in my quest for the perfect shots. I even did the first two commissions that Stephen had arranged. Everyone except for Sophie headed out in the boat for a fishing spot while I worked with a fun-loving couple. I took the task very seriously, even down to consent paperwork. We worked from fully clothed in casual summer attire through to full nudity. The final set involved them in several full-on sex moves that would rival the Karma Sutra. By the time we were finished, I was knackered and so fucking horny I took all my willpower to stay dressed and act professional. As I had several hundred images to sort, I arranged to meet them later in the week so they could decide what they liked. After they left and the door shut, Sophie and I nearly tore each other's clothes off and just fucked until we had nothing more to give. There was nothing gentle or loving; it was just animalistic, lust-driven sex.

The best photo I took for my project required the assistance of all three men. I need their cum on my breasts. It took several attempts before I was happy, but the last effort was just in case. It was fun helping them cum; I mean, what girl would knock back playing with three rather large cocks.

The three of them naked, chatting away over a beer while I worked, gave me an idea for one final session. To say they were not thrilled with my plan was an understatement; however, after I kept them aroused with my hands and mouth while we discussed the plan, they caved in. The girls wanted to watch, but I sent them shopping as it would be challenging with "their support" and probably laughter.

I managed to stay focused and professional as I put the boys through their paces. I knew they all had bi-sexual experiences and used that to my advantage. I utilised most of the house and got some great shots. Some of my favourites were right up there with quality same-sex eroticism. In the final challenging shot, I had Ryan on his knees with Michael's cock in his mouth and Stephen fucking his arse. I tried all the different combinations, but this was the best. Despite the protests, the boys enjoyed the shit out of the nearly four hours of hard work. As a reward, I stripped off my clothes, especially my drenched panties, and fucked them all there in the studio. They all took turns with my mouth, rectum and, of course, my saturated pussy. I even had my first time getting fucked with all three holes at once. It was fun but just a bucket list activity, as it took some effort to sync our pace and movements.

On our final evening together, I set up my laptop in the theatre room and ran a display of some of the images I captured during our week together. Some garnered laughter, but most were appreciated for the art. When I displayed the 12 best shots from my self-portrait project, the room was silent, with only the occasional one and are to let me know people were in the room. While Bella hugged me, I cried when Julie and Sophie kissed my cheeks to congratulate me. Everyone cheered and clapped, but the show of love from my sister and aunt meant more to me than anything else.

Returning to our studies after the holiday break was a challenge, but Bella and I slipped back into our routine without a hassle. She was more conscious of my moods than before my meltdown, which made her the perfect friend to keep me on track.

The new photo printing facility Stephen had commissioned was top of the range. He got a lot of work from the various commissions he and Sophie arranged, along with my aerial and underwater images. Sophie also set up an exhibition for my works; the interest was breathtaking, and the sales and follow-on commissions earned a respectable income.

Just before the mid-year break, Sophie, Julie, Stephen, and I were summoned to a meeting with the principal of Julie's law firm. Also in attendance at the conference was a law firm representative representing my family back in the States. Despite my initial worry about the purpose of the meeting, it turned out we had all been named in my grandparents' last wills and testimonies. It was a lengthy and complicated discussion; Julie even had to ask some questions. My father had contested his parent's wills because he and my brother had been left out. Ultimately, Stephen, my mother, and I were named as the sole beneficiaries of all their non-business-related money and assets. We didn't even realise it had gone to court, but the ruling was in our favour.

Along with my mother, Nan and Pop named all four of us beneficiaries. Among the bequeaths was a special gift from my grandfather; he left a collection of realise and veteran motorcycles and aircraft to Stephen and me. Additionally, he gave Julie and me his prized 24-metre liveaboard yacht and his vintage Chris Craft speed boat. We spent several hours going through the whole process, which involved a lot of legal work and a mountain of documents to sign. Once it was all done, my family and I went out for a late lunch. The entire process felt like a bittersweet blur. I realised that I was now a very wealthy woman in my own right

, but at the same time, I felt sad about losing four loving and brilliant people from my life.

Reflecting, I feel fortunate to have experienced inherited wealth, which ensured my new financial circumstances didn't overwhelm my thoughts and desires. Instead of indulging in the excitement of wealth, I chose a different approach. Julie and I invested in purchasing a boat maintenance business in Harvey Bay. Additionally, I acquired a neighbouring property to Stephen and Sophie, which aimed to expand their private airstrip and provide more opportunities for their riding school. I placed the remainder of the inheritance in a trust, and some business ventures were to be managed by Stephen on my behalf. Julie and I asked Greg to manage our new maintenance facility, which gave us security for our growing fleet of boats but also established a company, primarily run by veterans, that had to be enlarged several times to cater for the increased patronage. Despite the waitlist, Julie and I never had a problem getting work done; Greg always did it.

My days were a whirlwind of activity, filled with the thrill of success in all my athletic pursuits. Every spare moment was dedicated to music and flying, and my passion for photography and private commissions only added to my growing reputation. However, one aspiration had yet to be fulfilled, and I was determined to achieve it by my 18

th

birthday.

To Be Continued

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