Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is a work of fiction. I made this all up, you can check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is, a story. The TV talent contest is fictional, although it's modeled after one of the real shows. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help.
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Chapter 8 - Semi-Finals
The next day I'm woken up by Rose sucking my cock. She isn't trying to wake me up. She is amusing herself. Playing with it. Anna, Maria, and I are all awake, watching her play with it. I'm not rock hard, about 30%. She stands it up and watches it flop down. Then she pushes it over, followed by gobbling it up in her mouth like a spaghetti noodle.
We hear a knock on the front door from the cable company. We are all looking at the windows for an escape path. We all know they're probably covered, though. This is bad, they will kill us all.
Kim and Maggie come rushing into our room and lock the door.
Kim is calm, "Don't answer the door. We didn't call the cable company. You're all staying right here; we need them to enter the house."
I am turning red from not enough air, my heart is racing, and my bones are shaking like I'm ice fishing in the nude. My eyesight is losing focus and narrowing.
Kim grabs my hands and places them in her robe, right on her pussy. Then, she looks me in the eyes, "I didn't marry no dumb man. We are perfectly safe."
We hear glass being broken. They're coming in the house! They're going to kill us! I try to pull my hands away so I can panic and jump out the window. I have heard this story way too often. I know this ending.
This story, though, it has a different ending than the ones I know.
I hear several men shout, "Freeze, or you die!" They didn't freeze.
Kim says, "We will be leaving through the back, patio-door, and do fast food for breakfast today. Take your showers and bring the sheets of music. They will make copies there. We won't be staying here tonight, bring one set of clothes. Tot, tot, we need to get going quickly. No interviews today."
Anna takes Kim aside, "When you know who they are and what city they're from, that will tell us a lot. We will help you all we can."
Kim gave Anna a big hug.
It's amazing how many people fit in a medium-sized shower. It isn't easy getting clean, too many soft body parts are in the way. Sure, is fun. My cock gets stroked a bunch; Rose kneels to suck that load. I got a chance to feel three chests, six breasts, and six hard nipples. That's mighty special stuff. Too bad, we need to hurry up. I think that is short for "before the reporters get here."
We stop for donuts and coffee. Five dozen donuts! Wow. We go back to the same bar and other than Paul, a whole new group is here. There are a lot of men hanging around outside. Each of them is on edge, and I hear them calling in license plates. Smart.
Once inside, the guys devour the donuts. Kim kept enough aside for us. She goes off to a corner with a coffee and a donut, she cries off and on. Not quite so tough after all, I guess. I tell you, at the worst of it, when they were breaking in, that woman was in protective mode. She was as cool as a cucumber. I guess this is how she deals with it.
Kim has her head between her legs and is obviously crying. I walk over to her, sit next to her, and then purposely nudge her.
Kim giggles, "You asshole, you made me spill my coffee."
I whisper to her, "I've seen this before, I was still scared shitless, and was about to run out the window. I'm going to distract your daughter by singing with her. I bet she'd love to have you nearby. You think you can help her out for me?"
Kim giggles, "You suck at lying."
She stands up and takes my hand. We walk back to the group. We sing the song three times to get a feel for it. I can see obvious issues right away in the song. It was done in a studio with a full band and all the tricks they can do. We will be a piano and two people, zero tricks, and nowhere to hide. I modify the song a bit to fit our ranges and our styles, plus the fact we are not in a studio.
The result changes the song a lot. We both show off, and our harmonized voices are amazing. We are on to something here. We sing it three more times, and it keeps getting better. At noon, Maria announces we are done. She doesn't want me to wear out. We are served a traditional Bangers and Mash meal. Let me translate that for you, sausages, mashed potatoes, and rich, thick beef gravy. It's delicious.
After lunch, I am given a laptop with MS Word on it. They disabled the wireless card and the wired network connection. Zero internet access. All other programs were removed, no distraction for me, other than a Calendar app, so I could look up dates. From 1:00 PM to 6:00 PM, all I do is write. I am telling my history and every story my dad, brothers, or uncles ever told me. I add in everything I heard from people at school, my parents talking, or just mom after dad died. In just one day, I only put a dent in this massive story.
Anna's responsibility is to look after that computer. She keeps it in a backpack, it's always on her unless we are in our room. Because the house is a crime scene, we are staying at a hotel. Anna pays for both rooms. We use alias names. They have taken us to a hotel, we go into the underground parking, then come up behind another hotel and go in through its back door. They know their stuff.
We have adjoining rooms high up. All curtains are pulled. The last thing we need is someone spotting us. Room service is dinner, they watch a movie while I write. Bret is staying in his office downtown. He has a cot there for extended emergencies. He knows we're here but won't risk meeting us. That's got to be hard on Kim.
At 10:00, I save and shut down the laptop. I am tired of documenting my memories. It's a lot of back and forth. I remember stories and pictures; I go back and place it in the correct year. Each year is a Chapter to help find the right place and time.
I motion for my sisters to come with, they motion for me to come sit with them. This is going to hurt; I just know it. I sit down in a chair across from them, I am leery of their intentions.
Kim has Maggie stand up. Maggie asks me to stand up with her. No way I am fucking her in front of her mom and my sisters. NO WAY! I can't. She puts a vertical finger in front of her mouth, "Shhhhh." We aren't talking, why do I need to be quiet?
My sisters get up, but they walk to Kim. Kim has a huge smile on her face. I know I must look scared. I am scared! What are their intentions? In what seems like a practiced move, my shirt is pulled up and over my head, and then back along my arms. However, she stops there, with my shirt binding my arms behind my back.
She quickly pulls down my pants to my knees. Now I can't walk. I am almost freaking out. Meanwhile, my sisters take off Kim's shirt. They twirl it and throw it on the chair. Two of them quickly remove the bra while Rose pulls it off, leaving Kim topless with her large perky tits. Are they sagging some? You bet, just not as much as I expected.
Kim pushes me hard, I tip over, and I am thinking OH SHIT. That's when it hit me that this has been orchestrated. My sisters are there to each grab an arm, so I don't hit the floor. Anna and Kim help me into Kim's bed. My arms are behind me, still bound by the shirt.
I am a certified wimp; I fully admit it. No superman here. Yet even I can rip a shirt to shreds. They have obviously put a lot of effort into their plan. With all the shit going on and people dying in their home, I think it's the least I can do is humor them and play along. I still need to play my helpless victim, though. Let them have their fun.
After falling back on the bed, my pants are taken off entirely. Need I even say that my boxers are next to go? Kim did the honors. My sisters take her shorts and then panties off. I can't see anything, but they seem to be touching her a lot. I can see her face contorting. Are they licking her pussy?
After what looked like several orgasms, she has had enough and leans back. My sisters are sitting on her face. Okay, probably close to her, have a tongue's length away, and she is eating them. Maggie slips away and goes straight for my cock.
She has a scared look on her face, "Do you mind? We didn't ask you." She looks ashamed of herself.
I giggle, "If I were raping you, would a loose-fitting t-shirt stop you from running off?"
She tilts her head like a puppy, "Then why'd you allow this?"
I laugh a bit, "Silly girl. You, your mother, and my sisters clearly organized this night, I'm giving you everything I can. I really don't expect to make it to the finals. They will get me this week. Going into or coming out of the bar. Heck, they may blow the whole place up. They won't stop. They can't, or everyone will sell them out."
Maggie has tears in her eyes, "What about your plan?"
I smile, "I give it a 50/50 chance to work. Nobody has ever tried it. The fact that I'll have a job that doesn't threaten them will help."
Behind Maggie, her mother is rubbing her red and tearing eyes. Maggie sucks on my cock. Like Rose, she is experimenting and playing with it. Checking the length, width, and taste. She has such a cute smile as she plays with my cock. She is oblivious to everything else. Her games are making me harder, and that makes my cock so much more enjoyable. She licks it, pets it, rubs it, and ... rubs her hair on it? Ok, whatever.
Eventually, she is only sucking and bobbing on my cock, a traditional blowjob. It's awesome. Maria has finished with Kim; she lays next to me and watches Maggie.
Maria whispers, "She had a bad experience with a large cock, she is scared to death of taking you vaginally. This is all she is willing to do."
