Breakfast, the informal dining room, Sunday morning, the present...
Karen sat in her habitual spot at the end of the table, sipping her coffee and going over some research items for the week on her tablet before getting on with her day. Sitting not far away was Tatyana, who had just finished her breakfast as well. It was a relatively lazy morning, and Cole Porter was singing '
Let's Misbehave'
from the speakers in the walls, providing a relaxed atmosphere.
A small news item flashing at the top of her screen she read made Karen pause.
She opened the article and then sighed, putting down the tablet. She shook her head and pressed a button on her smartwatch before speaking to it. "Michael?"
"
I didn't do it,"
came the reply in a deep voice.
Karen continued. "I hate to be the one to tell you, but Ping has been arrested in Vancouver on charges of espionage for Beijing."
There was a pause before her husband answered.
"
Dammit...
"
"Oh dear," Tatyana sighed, pulling out her Rubus from the pocket of her jacket, followed by a stylus. "I guess we have an opening in the guest list now for the housewarming, ma'am."
Theresa was already bringing in a tray of clotted cream and Armagnac to mix into her employer's coffee.
***
Disclaimer:
All characters are 18 years of age or older while portrayed engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!
Please Note:
There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.
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Mike & Karen, Chapter XXIX- The Littlest Reign of Terror
A campus study hall, an April Sunday, 1987...
"Well, there we have it," Mike said, setting his pencil down on the table and looking satisfied. "The Grand Unification Theory, complete."
"The whaty-what?" Mona asked, looking up from her beverage at him, as did Lisa and Janet. The only person who the statement attracted no attention from was Karen, sitting at her corner of the table, reading an Elizabethan poetry book.
"Grand Unification, or the Unified Field Theory," Mike iterated, nodding as he looked at the endless pages spread in front of him, a screed of virtually unintelligible numbers and symbols to anyone who wasn't possessed of a vast intellect. "The entirety of the all reality, proven by numbers to be the product of a single, simple magnetic force."
"For real?" Lisa said, getting out of her chair and coming around the table to look over Mike's shoulder at the interminable math. She was joined by Mona, who also seemed curious leaning over Mike's shoulder and pressing her boobs into it. "Like, the whole universe?"
"The whole megillah," he declared with a triumphant nod, gesturing to the papers with his massive hand. "Quantum mechanics and relativity reconciled. Everything is accounted for and explained. The Big Bang, galaxies, stars, black holes, string theory, even life. Everything is represented and accounted for."
He paused for a moment and squinted his eyes as he looked at the pages. "Hm, except..."
"Except..." Mona said, curious.
"Jewish redheads," Mike said, frowning as he scanned the sheets of foolscap. "There's nothing here that accounts for them existing."
"What?" Lisa blurted, her eyes wide.
"No, really," Mike continued, looking through the endless numbers. "If these calculations are correct, they shouldn't even be possible."
"W-whaddya mean?" Lisa breathed, somehow going more pale than normal, her voice brittle with mounting panic. "H-hey now..."
"Passing strange," the giant student mused, shaking his head. "Reality proven, and they're just an illusion, nonexistent. The numbers are solid."
"What do you mean?!" Lisa almost shouted in terror. "I'm right here! Can't you see me?!"
"Oh, wait..." Mike said, leaning down and erasing something with his pencil and then writing in a new number. He looked at it and nodded before glancing up at the others. "Sorry, didn't carry the three."
"Oh, my God, CUT THAT OUT!" Lisa exclaimed loudly, collapsing into a chair and breathing heavily, looking like she'd had a near-death experience. "I just peed a little!"
"C'mon, honey, let's go get you changed," Mona cooed, helping Lisa up and then escorting her out of the study hall, still hyperventilating. Janet joined them, shaking her head. Mike just watched them all passively until they were out of sight.
Finally, Karen looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing at him. She reached over and pulled the sheets in front of him to herself, looking over the endless numbers and figures.
"These are just old calculations from Horvath's lecture on Travelling Salesman from three months ago," she said, frowning. "You deliberately got her worked up over nothing."
"She seemed bored," Mike said cheerfully, shrugging. "Just helping out."
"I have to
live
with that neurotic little twit, DeBourne," she almost hissed, skidding the papers back to him. "You, sir, are Satan's toe jam!"
"Don't make me take pencil to paper, Gordon," he said, holding up his writing implement. "How hard could it be to disprove someone like you?"
"Thanks, I think," Karen murmured, accepting the backhanded compliment and flirt before returning to her textbook to hide her blush.
There was never a dull day with DeBourne around, that was certain.
***
One of the Manor studies, Sunday afternoon, the present...
This particular study hadn't been converted to its intended use yet, and therefore was open for the function it currently filled, a cosplay fitting and dressing room. The center was wide open, with body forms spaced around. The walls were lined with sewing machines, sergers, and electrical equipment meant for molding forms out of Worbla and threading wires through it.
Jenny was standing in the middle of the floor, wearing only an ultra-thin, flesh-coloured unitard, while Alexa, Jeanie, and Freja were busily measuring and fitting pieces of an outfit to her. She looked naked, but she showed no embarrassment at all.
"Goodness, but this outfit you're making is complicated," Jenny remarked, looking down past her tits at the three younger girls kneeling around her. "You said Kat wore this rig when she went to the conventions?"
"So she says," Alexa replied, measuring the countess' thigh around. "I mean, we weren't here for it, so I've only seen the pics and videos now. Since we have the basic patterns, it's just a question of resizing it to your frame. We've already checked Kar, hers still fits fine. We'll just touch it up, add a few bits and bobs. We can even resize most of her Sylia hardsuit for you, for the group cosplay with my aunts, assuming they're all coming. Mike seems to think that Janet and Mona are in for sure."
"And you are certain my hair will fit under the wig you need to put on me?" Jenny asked.
Jeanie nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem, Lady Greyskull. I can't wait to see you in a bob cut, half-white, half-black. All that sexy armour and carrying a chainsaw and a big ol' gun. Macho women with guns are hot."
"At least my Barbarella costume will require significantly less work," Jenny mused, overlooking Jeanie's faux pas about her title. She'd been warned, after all. Apparently she'd been calling Alex 'Alvin' for the first week or two she'd known him, until he fucked the right name into her programming. It was a process. "Skintight material, some transparent domes for my baps, a bubble space helmet, and a silly-looking ray gun. Voilà , done."
"Do you think maybe your sister, she might want to attend and do the cosplaying as well?" Freja asked, fitting a shin plate in place and measuring.
"What, Mill?" Jenny mused, making a wry face. "Hardly her type of thing, I think. She isn't unfun, but she's not much for crowds, admittedly. I can always ask after she's settled in."
"She's arriving Tuesday, right?" Jeanie posited, taking her time measuring the countess' inseam, enjoying the creamy softness of the countess' inner thigh.
"Indeed," Jenny confirmed, nodding and then holding her arms out to the sides while Alexa measured her bust. "It's been a few months since I've seen her, hermited away in Shellness Abbey as she is. I almost feel bad for sticking her with the title of Baronetess of Sheppey sometimes."
"Is it not always a good thing to be a titled person, regardlessness of where it might be?" Freja asked, unconvinced.
"Imagine being the bigwig of Bornholm, Fre," Alexa said, still measuring Jenny's bust and taking her time.
"Oh," Freja said, wrinkling her nose in distaste. "
Ingen
, I take it back, you were most meanful to your sister, my lady."
"It shouldn't take too much to modify Kar's group cosplay hardsuit to fit you, Aunt Jen," Alexa remarked, cutting Freja off from griping about inbred, redneck Danes. "And I'm totes stoked about Becky agreeing to cosplay Miss Spencer. She'll be amazing at that."
"I freely admit, I had no idea who this Miss Spencer was until I watched Alex play her in his game," Jenny mused. "But yes, I must concur, she will be sublime in that role."
"What about that Nanu chick?" Jeanie asked. "Think she'll wanna cosplay, even if she can't speak English?"
"It's never stopped Fre," Alexa said, smirking at her soulmate and winking. Freja responded by scowling and sticking her tongue out. "But yeah, I'm sure she'll wanna. Once she understood that Mike, Kar, Alex, and myself were doin' it, she was all tits-forward about it. She seems to have a hero worship thing goin' on."
"And at least you and Val aren't the shortest people in the building anymore, Fre," Jeanie pointed out, earning her a sour look from her wife.
"Her tits, they are very bigsome compared to mine, on that tiny frame," the Danish girl grumbled. "Tale om uretfærdigt..."
"Hey, on her frame, her tits look as big as Kar's and mine do," Alexa pointed out, which wasn't really helping Freja any. "And she's apparently a li'l demon in the sack, to hear my big sissy talk about it. But don't worry, Fre, you can no doubt kick her ass."
"It is comforting to know that I cans be good at beating up little foreign girls," Freja muttered, making her wife snicker. Freja moved behind the countess and began measuring her butt. It wasn't strictly necessary, but it was a nice butt. "At least you two are now belongings to an exclusive club."
"Yeah, that li'l clique you and Becky have goin' is pretty hot," Jeanie agreed, resting one of Jenny's feet on her knee and taking the dimensions. Jeanie had basic sewing and tailoring skills, but she was looking forward to perhaps learning more. "Like the world's smallest and most exclusive union."
