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*Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy and it's my fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. Makes it so much more fun, don't you think? I hope you enjoy the story. If not, such is life. Comments are always appreciated.

PAYBACK

"You dress like a fucking slut!" Patrick Ryan shouted at his 20-year-old daughter when she sauntered into the dining room for dinner wearing one of her typical micro-miniskirts and a T-shirt a size too small, her perfect C-cup breasts pressing against the material, her large ruby nipples clearly visible sticking out, unencumbered by a bra.

"That's your opinion," Sally replied, used to her father's intemperate outbursts. "I think I dress hot. What do you think, Jimmy?" she asked her brother, a year older than her.

"Definitely hot," Jimmy replied, grinning, loving the way his 5'2" redheaded baby sister never backed down even an inch from their cruel, domineering father.

"The opinion of a bum," Patrick sneered. "You're nothing but a goddamned parasite, playing golf and lazing around on a beach all day. Why don't you go to school, learn something, get a job?" he asked for the thousandth time. "All your golfing and you still can't play, either. I'd kick your ass up and down the course."

"Why should he?" Sally asked, as usual sticking up for her older brother who always seemed intimidated by their father, even though he towered over him at 6'5". "You've got more than enough money to allow us to live however we choose. Why shouldn't we enjoy life? You're more than miserable enough for all of us, even with all of your money."

"Please!" Jenny Ryan said, shocked by the viciousness between her children and their father. "Must we have the same tired argument again at the dinner table?"

"It's your goddamned fault!" Patrick growled at his wife. "If you had been a better mother, they wouldn't have grown up to be so...so...so..."

"And if you had done something other than constantly criticize everyone for everything, maybe things would have been different," Jenny replied, steel in her voice, long ago totally fed up with her husband's small mind.

"Dinner's delicious, Mom," Sally said, a smile on her face after her father got to his feet and stormed from the dining room.

"Must you goad him so?" Jenny asked with a sigh.

"I didn't start it," Sally reminded her. "And I refuse to let him run roughshod over me. He's a disgusting pig of a human being and I won't have it."

"He's your father, Sally," Jenny said.

"Don't remind me," Sally said, shaking her head. "If I ever act like him, please shoot me. I can't believe you married him, even with all of his money."

"He wasn't always like this and he really didn't have any money when we married, Jenny replied. "He's...changed. I don't know why, but he isn't the same man that I married."

"Are you the same woman that he married?" Sally asked.

"Probably not," Jenny conceded.

"Well, you didn't turn into a raving bitch," Sally said, smiling at the shocked look on her mother's face at her use of the word. "You're still a decent human being; he's not."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You really should stick up for yourself more," Sally said as she led her brother into her bedroom, flopping down on the bed and leaning back on her elbows, her feet up on the edge of the bed.

"I don't need to with you there," Jimmy said, grinning as he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, licking his lips at the sight of his sister's naked, spread, glistening pussy -- she didn't own any underwear.

"I can't believe that he said that I dress like a slut," Sally sighed, entwining the fingers of one hand in her brother's curly brown hair as he leaned forward and slowly dragged his tongue up between her spread pussy lips to fasten his lips on her big fat clit.

"Yeah, imagine that," Jimmy said as he lifted his face from his sister's pussy to smile up at her.

"Hurry up now," Sally said, smiling down at him. "I have a date."

"Who's the lucky guy this time?" Jimmy asked, leaning forward and sucking her long inner lips into his mouth, gently sucking and chewing on them, stretching them as far as possible before releasing them, his tongue then stabbing into her, tasting the flow of spicy juices as he slurped at her honey hole.

"Ron and Jon," Sally gasped, her body trembling as an orgasm rippled through her.

"The twins?" Jimmy asked, getting to his feet and pushing his jeans to the floor along with his boxers, his rock-hard cock jutting a full 8" out in front of him.

"You know I have a thing for brothers," Sally said, lifting her legs to wrap around her brother's waist as he sank his cock into her.

Being tall with blue eyes to go along with his curly brown hair and deep tan from hours on the links and at the beach, Jimmy had never found it difficult to find girls. Quite the opposite, they flocked to him. Being the son of an extremely rich man didn't hurt. In spite of all the girls that he had fucked, none of them could hold a candle to his sister in his mind. She had the wettest, most delicious pussy that he had ever tasted and he loved the way her inner lips hung down, just begging to be sucked.

Sally had insisted on fucking him for her 18

th

birthday present to herself and had never stopped. In his mind, Sally had been born for one purpose, sex. He didn't realize it, but she felt the same way.

"I'm going to cum," Jimmy finally announced many minutes later.

"About time," Sally laughed as he pulled his cock from her pussy and she sat up, opening her mouth as he slid his gooey cock in, her lips sealing around the shaft as he exploded, cum gushing into her mouth. "Mmm, perfect," Sally gasped when she finally succeeded in completely sucking her brother off, licking her lips as she continued to swallow. "Just what I needed. Maybe I'll bring you a surprise when I come home," she said, getting to her feet and pulling her brother's face down to hers and kissing him, her tongue slipping between his lips.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jimmy woke up when Sally crawled onto his bed hours later after returning from her date with Ron and Jon.

"I have something for you," she said, mounting his face and lowering her gooey, cum-filled pussy onto his mouth, not exactly an unusual occurrence. "They each fucked me twice," she sighed as her brother ate her pussy. "I sucked them off the first time, but the second time," she laughed. "God, I love the way you eat my pussy!" she exclaimed, falling forward and taking her brother's cock into her mouth and down her throat, her nose pressing up against his balls.

Jimmy had long ago gotten over eating his sister's pussy full of cum. At first, it was his own, then it was someone else's. In the end, the only thing that mattered to him was that he got to eat her pussy. The rest was just icing on the cake.

"Oh, yeah!" Jimmy groaned into his sister's pussy as his balls exploded and cum spurted into her mouth.

"Your cum tastes better than theirs, too," Sally said when she had finished sucking him off and reversed herself to snuggle up next to him.

"How did I ever get so lucky as to have you for a sister?" Jimmy asked, chuckling.

"You're damned right," Sally agreed, laughing. "And what about me? God, you might have had a small cock. What good would that do me?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jimmy was in the kitchen eating breakfast in his usual attire, gym shorts, his broad tanned chest bare when Sally showed up wearing her sleeping T-shirt, a wife-beater which came down just below the crease of her ass.

"Your father would have a fit if he saw you wearing that," Jenny said, shaking her head.

"He's gone, isn't he?" Sally replied. "And Jimmy doesn't care. He likes seeing my breasts, don't you Jimmy?"

"Every chance I get," Jimmy replied, laughing at the look of consternation on their mother's face.

"Sometimes I'm afraid that this family is tearing itself apart," Jenny said, joining them at the table, wearing the lime-green peignoir that was her de rigueur morning housewear. It came down to her upper thighs and the material was fairly transparent.

"Would that be so bad?" Sally asked.

"Sally!" Jenny gasped.

"Well, really, Mom," Sally said. "Do you get any pleasure out of being married to him anymore? How much worse could it be?"

"Aren't you protected because you're married?" Jimmy asked.

"Well, yes, I am in a way," Jenny replied, "but you're not. Legally, you're not entitled to anything unless it is specifically left or given to you."

"Well, I don't care," Sally said. "I'd rather have nothing than have to deal with his meanness and nastiness whenever he deigns to show up and ruin the day."

"Do you really feel so much anger towards your own father?" Jenny asked.

"I really do, Mom," Sally replied, "and I'm sorry if that hurts you, but I feel that way mostly because of how he's treated you, and Jimmy."

"Hey, I can take care of myself," Jimmy complained.

"You never stand up to him, ever," Sally snorted. "You're half a foot taller and he makes you cower."

"What do you want me to do, hit him?" Jimmy asked.

"Might do him some good, teach him a lesson," Sally replied, smiling. "Just think of how good it would feel to smash his face after one of his disgusting tirades."

"I really wish you wouldn't talk like that, Sally," Jenny said. "No matter what, it's not right."

"Well, what about you, Mom?" Sally asked. "Don't you feel humiliated that he makes no effort to hide his affairs, that he conducts them openly in public. Everyone knows about it."

"What would you have me do, Sally?" Jenny asked in a sad voice.

"Divorce him, of course," Sally replied.

"I could never do that," Jenny replied. "He'd ruin me and I'd have nothing. There's a stipulation in our marriage contract that forfeits any rights by whoever would initiate divorce proceedings," Jenny replied. "It places a limit of 10% on the amount of the estate that person would get and was designed for just this sort of a situation."

"Then we need to make him divorce you," Sally said.

"He'd never do that," Jenny said, shaking her head. "If he did, I could take just about everything, 90% anyway. He'd never be willing to suffer such a humiliation. His ego is everything. He's the ultimate narcissist."

"There's got to be some way to do it," Sally said.

"Sally, please, don't waste your time or your life on such a thing," Jenny implored. "You're young, you're a beautiful young woman. Enjoy your life to the fullest and just try to ignore your father when he's here. I have learned to manage."

"It's not right," Sally grumbled. "I'm going to figure a way, you'll see."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Tell me, how good is your golf game?" Sally asked later that afternoon when Jimmy had returned from playing, then spending time on the beach.

"Okay," Jimmy replied, "but I could never make a living at it. I'm only a 5 handicap."

"And what's Dad?" Sally asked.

"According to him, a 1," Jimmy replied. "I've only played with him a couple of times. It wasn't any fun and the score had nothing to do with it. He was just such a fucking dick about everything."

"And if you really worked at it, how good could you be?" Sally asked.

"I don't know, maybe a 3 handicap," Jimmy replied. "Maybe better. But that would take serious work. I don't know if I want to dedicate my life to being that good a golfer. I like to play and want to play well, but I also like other things."

"So, if you were to have a chance of beating Dad, you'd need to get better and he'd need to have an off day," Sally said.

"Something like that," Jimmy agreed.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Mom, who are the people who hate Dad the most?" Sally asked the next morning when she sauntered into the kitchen for breakfast, smiling a crooked grin at her brother whose bed she had left not 10 minutes before after fucking his brains out, then sucking him off when he came.

"That's easy," Jenny laughed. "Anyone he's done business with."

"Anyone?" Jimmy asked, blatantly licking his lips as he grinned back at his sister, the taste of her pussy still in his mouth.

"It's the nature of his business," Jenny said as she placed breakfast on the table for all of them, then sat down, her pale-green peignoir swirling around her. "He's a short seller. He makes his money because someone else is losing money. His shorts also tend to exacerbate the problems a company is having because people look at the trades he's making and follow his lead. When he gets out of a trade, someone else usually snaps up his positions and can often end up taking over that particular company. No matter how it goes, the company and its ownership and management hate him for exposing their weakness and profiting from it. Truth be told, I don't feel sorry for them."

"That's pretty cold blooded," Sally said.

"Perhaps," Jenny admitted, "but nobody forces a company to go public and sell stock. It's a form of gambling to raise money instead of getting an interest-bearing loan from a bank. If they do it and run their companies responsibly, then they have nothing to worry about, but all too often owners of companies and their management go public to raise huge sums of money that they can then misdirect to themselves in some fashion instead of using it to build the company properly. When their gamble doesn't pay off, someone like your father is often there to profit from it. Say what you like about your father, but he has a particular genius at spotting bad companies. It's good for the market as a whole to get rid of them."

"But he doesn't create anything, only destroys," Sally observed. "And he's no different when it comes to our family. I can't even remember the last time I heard him say anything positive about anything, can you?"

"I really wish you wouldn't continue to obsess about this," Jenny sighed. "Nothing good can come of it and you'll only upset yourself needlessly."

"How come he doesn't buy the companies, take them over?" Jimmy asked.

"He's not interested in owning anything or running anything, only in making money, as much as possible," Jenny replied. "That's everything to him."

"But he doesn't even spend it," Sally observed.

"He only wants it for the sake of having it and others recognizing that he has it," Jenny laughed. "He's not cheap, he just really doesn't have material desires. This house is a concession to me, what I wanted. Money isn't a means to an end for him, it

is

the end."

"Well, he sure carps about it enough," Sally said. "Him and his parasite bullshit. It's pennies to him."

"It's taking something from him in his eyes," Jenny said. "There is no bigger sin in his eyes."

"How interesting," Sally said slowly, a faraway look in her eyes. "Who would you say hates him the most, Mom?"

"Sally!" Jenny exclaimed in exasperation.

"Who, Mom?" Sally persisted.

"Well, probably Kevin Hanson," Jenny replied. "When Patrick shorted his company, he lost everything, billions. He was furious because he had already taken steps to fix the problems that his company was having, steps that the person who bought up your father's positions took advantage of to turn the company around. It's now in Forbes' Top-50 list."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Mr. Hanson, my name is Sally Ryan, Patrick Ryan's daughter," Sally said when the phone number she had dialed finally answered.

"Why are you calling me and how did you get this number?" Kevin Hanson replied.

"I'm calling you because we have something in common that I'd like to discuss face to face," Sally replied. "The fact that I was able to get this number should at least make you realize that I'm serious."

"What could we possibly have in common?" Kevin Hanson asked.

"We both hate my father," Sally replied.

"When would you like to meet?" he asked after a pregnant pause.

"I can be at your house in 30 minutes," Sally replied.

"You know where I live?" Kevin asked, surprise in his voice.

"S Ocean Boulevard & Ibis Way, right?" Sally asked. "30 minutes?"

"I'll see you in 30 minutes, Miss Ryan," Kevin said.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Even with her metallic-red Lamborghini Huracán EVO Spyder, it took Sally 20 minutes to navigate the single, two-lane road from her house on the north of the island, down to the Ryan's house 7½ miles away.

Opening his front door when he heard Sally squealing to a halt in front of his house, Kevin Hanson's mouth dropped open and his eyes popped out as he watched her exit from the low sportscar, her naked pussy on full display as she splayed her legs apart to climb out of the car, smoothing down her micro-miniskirt and smiling at his astonished face.

"You must be Mr. Hanson," Sally said, offering her hand to shake.

"Y-yes," Kevin said, shaking her hand. "And you are Miss Ryan?" he asked, trying not to stare at her rock-hard ruby nipples poking through the T-shirt she was wearing which happened to be torn off just beneath her breasts.

"Oh, just call me Sally," she replied, laughing. "Miss Ryan seems so formal."

"Well, Sally, won't you come in?" Kevin asked, leading her into the house, but not before quickly glancing around to make sure that nobody saw.

"Nice place," Sally said when he led her to a covered patio in the back facing the Intracoastal Waterway.

"Yes, thank you. We've downsized recently," Kevin replied. "Would you like something to drink, some iced tea or lemonade perhaps?" he asked.

"I wouldn't mind some tequila if you have any," Sally replied, smiling at the astonished look on his face.

"At 10:00 in the morning?" Kevin asked.

"I don't really do time," Sally said, laughing. "I just do whatever I want to whenever I want. Time just gets in the way."

"Have you no responsibilities?" Kevin asked, pulling a bottle of Roca Patrón Reposado from beneath the bar.

"No," Sally replied. "I have no use for them."

"I imagine that your parents think otherwise," Kevin said, pouring 2 fingers of the tequila over a couple of ice cubes.

"Do you have any lime and salt?" Sally asked when he handed the glass to her.

"I think you'll find that you don't need it and won't want it to spoil the taste," Kevin said.

"Oh, wow! That is delicious," Sally gasped, then drained her glass and held it out. "One more, please."

"One more," Kevin agreed, taking her glass. "Now, what is this all about?" he asked when he refilled it and handed it to her, taking a seat opposite her on the comfortable rattan furniture, a glass-topped coffee table between them.

"I hate my father," Sally said. "You hate my father. My mother is miserable being married to him and my brother is afraid of him. He makes our lives unpleasant."

"Why doesn't your mother divorce him?" Kevin asked.

"She can't," Sally replied, explaining the terms of her parents' marriage contract.

"Smart," Kevin said, nodding. "Not very nice, but very smart. May I ask why you hate your father so much?"

"He treats me like shit, my brother, too, and my mother," Sally replied.

"And I suppose that you bought that lovely car with your own money?" Kevin asked.

"That doesn't matter," Sally replied, blushing. "It was my 18

th

birthday present. He gave Jimmy one when he turned 18, too. His is lime green. It's just a thing."

"You still haven't given me any reason that you should hate him," Kevin said. "I have reasons, real reasons. What are yours?"

"He's constantly telling me that I dress like a slut, for one," Sally complained.

"If you don't mind my saying so, he's right," Kevin said.

"That's not the point," Sally said. "He's my father. He's not supposed to talk to me that way."