This chapter took a while. Longer than other chapters so far. I hope this is as enjoyable as previous chapters. Again this is fantasy, all characters are 18+ none of the acts are condoned nor encouraged. This is a different universe than our own, but still some similarities. Do not get hung up on whether something could happen in the real world. Thank you for taking the time to read this story.
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He looked his mother over. She was beautiful, easily passing for a woman 10 years younger. She was wearing a white, loose-fitting, silk top that hid how shapely she was. Her tan shorts, though loose could not disguise her luscious ass and her firm toned legs. Andrew still had no real idea what was going to happen. He would, more or less, let fate decide.
They got into the SUV and he punched in, bars, to the GPS and looked for one with the least number of stars in the rating. It was a mile and a half down the road. When he got there, he was not disappointed, The Tap Club looked as red neck as they come. He did not see anything other than pick-ups parked in the lot.
Watching some of the people exiting the bar, he knew they would stand out here and that was a good thing for his idea. He pulled the SUV to the back of the lot where it was dark and there were few cars. Getting out he walk to the passenger door and opened it for Catherine.
"Ah, we have arrived at the first of many stops tonight. Unless I am lucky and I can get all my fun from this place." He said as he helped her from the car.
She looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "Please stop, Andrew. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Hmm, I wonder mother. Why would I do this? Because I can? Because you deserve it after what you did to father and what you are still doing? All of the above? Honestly, it doesn't matter mother. All you should know is... it's going to happen."
Taking her arm, he led her towards the entrance of the bar. It was still early, so there were not many people yet. Andrew figured it would get crowded between 8:30 and 9:00, so they had some time. As they walked in Andrew could not help but laugh out loud. The jukebox was playing "I want to break free" by Queen. That should resonate with his mom.
He looked around the bar. There was a table near the stage where four men sat. they looked like they worked a farm nearby or a warehouse. Different styles of flannel shirts and jeans with work boots. Three of them looked like the drank more beer than they could work off. The fourth, seemed to be the leader. Lean, strong looking and his demeanor when he saw Catherine was that of a shark sensing blood.
There were about 20 tables with 4 chairs each and 6 booths that could hold 6. The bartender was female, long dark hair pulled back in a braid. She looked like she had a bit of native American in her. The lone waitress he saw was lovely, somewhere in her mid-20s curly red hair, pale complexion, tight blue top and the tightest jean shorts he had ever seen. He wondered how she even got her phone in her back pocket.
She walked over to them, grabbed two menus from the podium and said. "Follow me. Just the two of you tonight?"
"Yes, just my mother and I." Andrew said.
"Mother, huh? Looks more like your sister?" she pointed to a table. "Here ya go. I am Penny, I'll be your server tonight. The special is a New York strip, baked-potato, and asparagus."
"Thank you. If you would bring a coke for me and Whiskey for my mother."
"Very good. Be back with your drinks."
Andrew watched her go. Turning back to his mother and smiled at her. Catherine shook her head at him.
"Please no, lets just have a nice dinner and go back to the hotel." She begged. She looked up over Andrew's shoulder and her face went white.
Andrew turned in his chair and saw the man from the table standing over him.
"The woman you were staring at was my girl. What do you think you were doing there, punk?" the man growled at him.
"Merely admiring her beauty." Andrew stood up and offered his hand. "My name is Andrew, pleased to meet you."
The man looked at him in surprise and took his hand. "Jake, my name is Jake." They shook hands and Jake was still confused, especially after the tingle of their touch.
"Jake, have a seat." Andrew gestured to the chair between him and his mother.
Jake sat down and looked back and forth between the newcomers. His gaze rested on Catherine's tits for a while and he smiled as she squirmed in her seat. They all looked up when Patty arrived with their drinks. She glowered at Jake and he had the decency to blush, having been caught staring.
Andrew reached over and touched Patty on the wrist. Her demeanor changed and she bent down and kissed Jake on the cheek and smiled lovingly at him. Jake smiled and kissed her back.
Patty walked away and Andrew got down to business.
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(Ellaine)
Ellaine got back to the room and went into the bathroom. She leaned forward, hands on the counter by the sink. Reaching forward and turning on the faucet she splashed water over her face. This has been one fucked up month.
She went because her brother was getting well enough to come home and she missed him. More to the point she missed who he had been, this person was not her brother. Though he did not seem angry, he was doing things that seemed as if he was lashing out.
She was startled when she heard the door open. She looked up and saw her sister. This too was someone she did not know. She was scared. What was happening to her family, it made no sense. Her eyes were wide as she watched her sister stalk her like a predatory animal.
"No Debbie, don't. You don't have to do this." She begged.
"That is true, I do not have to do this. I really want too though." Debbie smiled, and it was the smile of a predator.
She stepped up to her frightened sister and place a finger under her chin. Gently she pushed up until Ellaine met her gaze. A tear beginning to form. She bent down and kissed the tear away, even as her sister shivered like a skittish colt.
"I have wanted this ever since I heard you and Angela in your room." Debbie's voice had taken on a husky timbre. "You had forgotten to lock your door and I peeked in. You both were naked; your breasts were so perfect. Angela was down between your knees; I could hear her lapping at your cunt. Fuck, I masturbated right there in the door way. She was exposed to me in all her glory. "
"Her shaved pussy was dripping and her ass, I could have licked it right then. Then I heard the car pull up and closed the door and ran to my room before mom and dad could catch me. I jilled off until I came but I could not sleep." During this whole conversation with her sister, Debbie had been rubbing her pussy and playing with one breast, her eyes almost completely closed.
Ellaine could do nothing but stare at her sister as she recited the encounter. The shock of seeing her stimulate herself as she told the story, filled Ellaine with shame. Shame that she was enjoying the sight. Humiliation that she wanted her sister between her legs, licking her.
