Comfort In The New World Ch 07 08

Chapter 7 -- Les

The pheromones had done the trick, and though Jock visited me often and he never exactly became tender, he would now only rarely 'force' himself on me, and I felt safer knowing that. I hadn't bothered using the pheromones designed for Linus, although being dizygotic twins what worked on Jock was expected to have something of an effect on Linus -- which the genetics division informed me was unavoidable, at least not entirely.

One day, Linus came into my room with a big smile on his face, which by now I recognized: He'd come to play the spontaneous partner. Sometimes he would pretend we were in fact loving spouses and he was simply inviting me to make love; other times he engaged in a transaction with me quite coldly and many times he would do me favours in exchange for favours of my own.

Though I enjoyed sex with Linus far more than I did with Jock, I found Linus the less tolerable person -- at least Jock didn't lie about his intentions or motivations. Jock wanted to fuck and to take. Linus' clumsy attempts at machinations were tiresome and demeaning, not to mention worrying. That's why I'm here, I reminded myself as Linus stepped into my room. I had just been writing down my weekly impressions for my handler in my logbook which scrambled itself as soon as I put it down to give Linus a quizzical smile.

"You're in a happy mood."

"Father just left the house. It's just the two of us here."

"Oh," I said, my curiosity piqued. "where is he off to?"

"Some emergency meeting for work, not sure. But that means we have the place to ourselves."

"I see." I smiled back, mischievously, putting my log away fully. "Did you have something special in mind?"

"Actually I did." He walked towards the bed, already taking off his shirt. He leaned down towards me and kissed me. His tongue pushed in between my lips and I met it, passionately kissing him, like I'd been trained to. He broke the kiss, pushed his mouth next to my ear and whispered; "I want to fuck your ass." I allowed a shiver to run through my body and writhed under him.

"Oooooh... you want my ass?"

"I do." He slid a finger under me and squeezed my butt. "With a firm, round ass like yours, who wouldn't?"

"Then it's yours. Take it." He needed little encouragement, but he went through the motions required: He undressed me and himself and slid his fingers inside my pussy. We kissed and he moaned sweet, empty words into my ear as he played with me.

He is a boy, not a man.

I thought to myself as he decided he was done pleasing me and spread my legs. He held his stiff dick in his hand and gently pressed the tip over the lips to my pussy, teasing me. I knew what he wanted so I gave a gasp and bit my lower lip:

"You're being so mean..." I whimpered and he grinned, took a deep breath and then lowered himself and pressed. I felt the head of his dick slide into my tight, clenched butthole and I gave out a groan: A genuine one this time, because I wished it was someone else but

my god

had I missed this. A dick hadn't filled my ass in months and for a brief moment I was in heaven. Linus ruined it all by asking me if I was okay and I forced myself out of my own pleasure to answer:

"You're so big... please go slow." He slowly, slowly pushed himself deeper in and I could have begged him then to go faster, but he wanted the innocent girl, he wanted to do me a kindness. Finally his cock was halfway in and he began to fuck me; slowly, rhythmically. I reached down and placed my hands on my pussy and began to touch myself. Not for the first time I thought of Charlie as Linus fucked me.

He came, and so did I. His semen filling my ass sent me over the edge and then he left, having thanked me.

Minutes later, having calmed down I reached for my comm device.

"Dep. Larken was just summoned to an emergency meeting, do you know something?" Less than a minute later my handler, Matron Shalia, replied:

"Was just about to contact you; it's starting. The Chancellor is going to announce soon, according to our sources. We may need to step up the pace."

"We can't hurry this or it won't work."

"I understand, but events may force our hand."

"I will do my best."

"I know you will." I closed the device and laid back. Time was running out, I needed to lure Charlie out of his shell sooner than anticipated. It would take some doing, and required a deft touch.

I got dressed and walked downstairs to check the news broadcasts to see if the Chancellor of New Earth had announced he was dying yet.

Chapter 8 -- Charlie

The day after Chancellor Rowen announced she was diagnosed with a terminal illness father called me to his office. As usual he was buried between various monitors, his worn VR-set wrapped around his head. He looked haggard and stressed. He waved me in as he finished a call and I sank down in the leather chair in front of his desk. A privacy field projected a blurring effect over him to prevent people from reading his lips, as well as distorting his voice.

"Right," he said once he hung up and tried to gather his thoughts. "how are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Good, good. How is your... how are your grades?" I kept my face steady: Father knew exactly what my grades were.

"They're good. I should graduate second or third in my class."

"Good, good." he looked at his desk, as if he had a script in front of him, which honestly wouldn't have surprised me. "How are you... getting along with Lesioah?" I blinked and every muscle in my body tensed.

"We get along fine."

"You... have you- I mean has she-"

"This is by far the worst conversation you and I have ever had, dad." I said and watched him blush.

"Do you understand what yesterday's announcement means?" he asked. I told him of course, but he pushed me.

"Rowen is going to die and you will become chancellor."

"And when I do, I will not be allowed to continue managing the family business. All our traders, our stocks, our construction projects in the colonies it will all have to managed by someone else." I nodded, feeling a little unsure.

"I want that someone else to be someone in the family." He said.

"Yeah, I always figured you'd put Linus in charge."

"Linus is a good kid, he's kind and generous" father began and I kept my mouth shut. "but he's not got the brains for business. Not for the kind of complex operation we run here. You do." I didn't know what to say, so I sat there in silence for a while.

"I do?" I finally said.

"Yes you do, son. I'm very proud with you and... I wish we'd had a lot more time to prepare you for this, but it looks like we don't have that."

"Okay." I couldn't think of anything else.

"But..." father began, looking pained. "To run a business like this, you gotta be tough. You need to show who's boss you need to be confident." He paused.

"'Confident'." I said back.

"Yes, you need to believe in yourself, son."

"Like Linus?"

"He knows what he wants and he knows how to get it."

Yeah, he bribes people or he fucks a girl who can't refuse.

"So... what do you think I can do to fix that?"

"Son..." father looked at the desk again, looking frustrated. "you need to learn to be more... assertive. More aggressive. People respect that. They want it. They want someone to lead them. To take charge." He smiled and to my great embarrassment winked at me. "Women respond well to it, too. I was hoping Lesioah would... help to encourage you." I said nothing.

"Well, anyway" father said eventually. "we'll talk about it more, just... think about it. Try to... well, think about what you want and... take it. You're young, you're handsome; rich. You've got it all." He checked the time and told me he had a meeting. He dismissed me and I was glad for an escape.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about what my dad had said. He wanted me to be more like Linus. Linus, of all people.

Linus had reacted to the news yesterday very predictably: He'd gone all-in with preparing to take over father's work. He'd been reading the financial markets, looking into our family's business empire's assets and operations, even set up meetings with some of his business 'friends' from school. He'd bragged about some of his findings and how he was going to revolutionize various aspects of our father's lifework.

And he was wrong on almost every aspect. Our father's business was successful because he'd worked hard to make it practically impervious to market fluctuations. No matter if the economy boomed or busted, our trade ships raced across the stars and our colony assets churned out products that never went out of fashion or were always needed. To handle it, one needed to understand these subtleties and apply a deft touch.

It wasn't hard to see, I thought, in fact to me it seemed obvious. But not to Linus. No, Linus would put us all to ruin, that was obvious. And Jock was worse -- no-one would seriously contemplate putting him in charge.

"Hey there." A familiar voice cooed at me and I turned around to see Les standing behind the sofa I'd fallen into. "You okay? You seemed lost in thought."

"I- I'm okay, thanks. Just... a lot to think about." She smiled and deftly jumped over the back of the couch and planted herself next to me.

"Want to talk about it?" I sighed.

"Well the short version is my father wants me to be more like Linus."

"Hmm."

"Is that all you got? 'Hmm'?" I said, angrier than I felt.

"What would you like me to say?"

"What you think!"

"I think you're a genuinely nice person. A good, decent, moral young man. And your brother is... well, not. And if you were to find someone to emulate it shouldn't be him."

"Maybe Jock?" I said and Les smiled.

"Even worse." she looked at me quizzically. "Is that really what your father said, though? 'Be more like Linus'?"

"Not exactly, he... wants me to be more assertive. More confident. He says I'll need it for-" I hesitated. I didn't think it was... appropriate to share everything with Les, even though I wanted to. "for the future."

"Confidence is good. Do you think you lack confidence?"

"I... yeah I guess I do." Les moved a little closer.

"And what does your father think would help you grow more confident?" I swallowed, her stare suddenly feeling very intense.

"He thinks it would... be good for me to... I guess lose my virginity."

"Do you want to?"

"I mean, yeah. Who doesn't?"

"Lots of people. But never mind -- why haven't you?"

"I've tried."

"The girl from school. She said no?"

"I... yeah. I mean I never actually..." I trailed off.

"Oh." She said, sagely. "I see. You never actually asked?"

"No." I admitted.

"Why not?"

"I didn't dare to."

"Were you gonna ask her to have sex with you?"

"No! No, I mean I was gonna ask her to go out with me."

"Mmm." She leaned back a little. "I would, if you asked me." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Go out with me?" she grinned.

"Maybe. Not while I'm employed by your father though. No I meant the other thing. She leaned back in and suddenly she was right in front of me; I could feel her breath on my face. "Charlie: I will have sex with you if only you ask. Not tell me, or demand it. You have to ask."

"I don't-"

"Any way you want. Anywhere you want."

"I-"

"Nothing is too much, nothing is too silly. I will not laugh at you, I will not judge you." She leaned back and smiled. "You can have me any way you want."

"You have to, it's your cont-" she interrupted:

"No. I won't do it if you demand it; if you tell me to. Nor will I do it if you ask it assuming I'll say yes. You'll have to ask me sincerely, nicely. You. Have. To. Ask me."

"W-why?"

"Because I said so."

"You're hired to-"

"Then go tell your father the toy he bought for you isn't doing what it's supposed to. Except I thought you found that demeaning; embarrassing. And it won't change anything. If you do that, I'll leave. End the contract. I told you on the first day we met I have the right to say no to anyone or anything I want. I don't want to say no to you, Charlie. I want to say yes. But you have to be sincere, and you have to be honest. And you have to ask." she suddenly stood up. "Anyway, gotta go. Nice talking to you."

I stared at her, my heart beating like an engine as she walked away.

Fuck

, I thought to myself.

what do I do now?