Here's part four of Jon's adventure with the twins and some new friends. I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment to tell me how you like it.
Erika lay sprawled on top of me her lovely young body covered in a light layer of sweat and her legs quivering from another strong orgasm. I gave her ass a little swat and she just moaned.
"Round five," she whispered. "I am way passed impressed at this point."
"Good," I moaned in her ear. "Hungry want a snack before I drop you off at home?"
"I am fucking starved but I am not sure I can move just now," she groaned. "My legs are like on fire from riding you for so long. Not that I am complaining I love the feel of you inside of me."
"We could just go through the drive thru and give them a thrill," I suggested and she shook her head. "I guess we will just have to lay here with my hard cock nestled deep inside of you and go for round six."
"I'm up," she said moving to a sitting position and letting out a soft moan of protest as she moved off of my lap. "Damn I hate that part."
"Me too," I admitted as I moved into a sitting position and saw something glitter on the floor of the back seat. "Hey don't put your feet down just yet I think I saw a piece of glass. It is an old car you know."
I reached down carefully fumbling around and felt a jab in the palm of my hand in all places and snatched back my hand.
"Damn it," I cursed and examined my palm.
There about three inches long was a tiny cut dribbling blood. I took my sock and dabbed the blood away and winced at the pain.
"It's always the little ones that hurt like a bitch," I told her.
"You okay do you need to go to hospital," Erika asked.
"Nah, just be careful where you put your bare feet. I'll vacuum it out tomorrow to make sure there aren't any other pieces left."
So we got dressed without any more mishaps and made it to the fast food place. We ate in the parking lot and I looked at my watch and saw how late it was. I had a busy day and was looking at maybe four hours of sleep if I was lucky. I had the Old Miller Place to look at and the dinner with Kat and Nick. I drove Erika home and even walked her up to her door and gave her a good night tonsil check. She was all smiles as the door closed and I chalked it up to a great first date.
I managed six hours and a real quick shower Sunday morning as the family was all there to go see the property I wanted to buy, even good old dad. I even let the old fart drive the GTO with the girls and mom squeezed in the back. That earned me brownie points with both dad and mom. It only took fifteen minutes to drive from our house to the edge of town and there looming on a hill that covered multiple acreage was the Old Miller Place. Elizabeth's car was already parked out front as we drove up. It looked big from a distance but the place was fucking huge up close. It was a full three stories and I was guessing around fifty or so rooms not including a basement.
"And this is your 'little' fixer upper?" my dad asked.
"Okay maybe it's more of a two man job," I said rethinking it.
Elizabeth walked up and I introduced her to the entire family and she was all smiles as she began the tour. She unlocked the thick oaken door and in we walked to the entrance hall that was at least thirty feet square with gorgeous wooden floor and a double staircase that led up to the second floor.
"Damn," my dad muttered softly.
To the right was the living room with furniture still here covered in sheets that held a few years of dust upon them. Beyond the living room was the long and impressive dining room with table and chairs beneath a gorgeous chandelier. I learned that all the furniture was covered in sheets for protection. Passed the dining room through swinging doors was the kitchen and mom's eyes lit up seeing the size of it. The stove and other appliances were literally antiques but we could replace that easily enough. The rest of floor contained a solarium, a study, a library, a billiard room and even a ballroom! It reminded me of the gaming board for that murder mystery game and then I grimaced remembering the murders that had occurred here.
Upstairs was bedrooms and only one bathroom that was going to change. The third floor was living quarters for the live in help back in the day and the other half was an observatory with an ancient brass telescope, how cool was that! My dad and I noted that the roof didn't leak and that was a major selling point. As we talked she mentioned that the furniture was included in the price of the house as was the twenty acres of land that covered the hill and the rear portion of the estate.
The back yard seemed to go on forever and butting up against that was a small family cemetery along with a mausoleum. Beyond was virgin woods that the Miller's had used for camping, firewood and deer hunting. Elizabeth said that somewhere in the woods was Old Man Miller's private lake but she had never been brave enough to venture back there to find it. Sounded like a challenge to me after I finished with the renovations I had planned.
Elizabeth brought out the paperwork and we signed off on the hood of the GTO for good luck.
"Well that's it here are the keys and you can move in whenever you like. Um Jon you're bleeding are you okay?" Elizabeth said as I looked down and saw that blood had seeped all the way through the band aid.
Mom was instantly on duty and carefully peeling the adhesive off my skin and looking beneath. The cut was now very red and angry looking and oozing puss.
"Sweetie when did you do this," she said dabbing at the wound.
"Late Saturday night," I said not feeling well at all.
"We need to get you to the hospital this looks infected and you're going to need antibiotics I expect." She was already helping me into the back seat while Elizabeth handed over the keys to Carol as dad moved to the driver's seat.
"Call me, I want to make sure you're okay," was the last thing I heard Elizabeth say before I closed my eyes.
I was shaking and covered in sweat by the time we arrived at the hospital and I managed not to puke until after we were out of the car. With a sister on either arm I was led to a wheelchair and then pushed into the emergency room.
Two hours later I was pumped full of antibiotics, my hand had been opened, explored, flushed with fluids and stitched shut. They never did find what had caused the infection but I was assured I would be just fine. By the time I was home I could make a fist without wincing in pain. I lay down and slept until five in the afternoon when I got up and showered for the dinner with the Shaws. Mom gave me that look but when she learned a cute girl was involved she gave up. The twins wore matching outfits and smiles knowing that we were going to be spending more time with Nick.
The limo arrived at six sharp and we were whisked off to the pier and for our jaunt aboard the massive yacht named the Numenor. I did my best not to stare and gawk but failed miserably. Nick, Kat and a stunning brunette, Cyan Michaels, met us and welcomed us aboard. I kept glancing over at the brunette thinking I had seen her somewhere before but couldn't put my finger on it. Kat saw my look and leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"That's Cyan Michaels," she said softly.
"I knew I recognized her from somewhere," I whispered back.
"Cyan," Kat said suddenly and the tall woman turned to face us. "This is my friend Jon Masters."
"Ooh a pleasure I have heard all about your terrible ordeal," she said taking my hand and I kissed it without thinking. "A gentleman too how wonderful."
"Be careful," Kat advised loud enough for all to hear, "...she bites."
"True but I have never heard a word of complaint," Cyan said with one of her brilliant smiles.
I didn't know what to say so I kept my mouth shut.
"You see," she continued and took my arm and led me to the dining room.
We weren't the only ones dining at Nick and Kat's table this evening and I felt more than a little out of my depth. But Cyan was all smiles and made the meal pleasurable and not so uncomfortable. Kat added her considerable charm to the mix and before long the three of us were chatting like old friends.
