The Palmer Legacy

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"I... don't understand. What's going on? Is Ella home?" Antonio looked around the living room, but it was clear that the teenager was alone.

Where did she come from?

He scratched his scalp in confusion. "Stop crying, please." He held out his hands as if to calm a snarling tiger. "Did something happen to Ella? Is that why you're crying? Or Mara? Um... Mrs. Rizzuto... did something happen to my wife?"

"I don't know... I don't know..." Samantha blubbered on the floor, wiped her eyes, and stood on shaky legs. Her nerves were shot. She had almost died inside that painting. She had watched Patrick die... maybe. She wasn't sure if he was ever truly alive. "I don't know... anything..." she said between sobs. But that wasn't true. She knew something; blithely ignoring the paintings wasn't an option.

Kathy and Noah were dead wrong. Why couldn't they see it?

"Um... Mr. Rizzuto... is there anyone in... your painting?" She pointed to the dogs playing poker.

"What?" He turned to regard the painting. He thought about her question, scratched his head again, and turned back to her. "Um... what?"

"I guess... not." Samantha wiped tears off her cheeks. Her sobbing abated. Nothing like giving yourself a task to compartmentalize your recent trauma. She set her jaw and marched into the kitchen.

"What are you doing, Samantha?" Antonio could hear her rummaging in his kitchen. His family leaving him on Christmas and then a crying teenager appearing in his house, had thrown him for a loop. "Whoa!" He stepped back when she reentered the living room carrying a large butcher knife. Even though she was carrying it by her side, point down, Antonio had the feeling she meant to carry out violence with the weapon. "What are you...?"

"This isn't going to make much sense to you, Mr. Rizzuto." Samantha stopped in front of the Belle Dame painting. She breathed in deeply, her breath hitching with the last of her sobs. "I promise this is for the best." Why wasn't this painting protected? Why hadn't a dog popped out of it like that terrible metal ball in her house? She didn't have any answers. But she was happy not to confront any guards.

"Wait!" Antonio watched her lift the knife, ready to strike the painting. "Are you going to..." He watched the knife fall, slashing diagonally across the canvas.

"Die... die... you evil fucking thing." Samantha slashed again and again. She delved the knife in deep. With her strength and anger, she was sure she'd made a mess of the Rizzuto's wall. She didn't care. "Just... fucking... die." She jabbed the knife into the blackness behind the canvas, let it stick there, and stood back.

Antonio watched with wide eyes. As Samantha tore the painting, a deep black peeked out from underneath. His hair stood on end, and his knees felt week. He was witnessing an absence that shouldn't be there, that no one should witness. And then, to his shock, the frame cracked, bent, and folded in on itself. The painting imploded, taking with it the knife. When it was done, his wall was blank and unmarred where his wife's purchase had been. "Holy...

shit!"

"Sorry about the knife." Samantha looked over at her friend's father. "I'll buy you a new one or something." Her eyes were still red-rimmed, but she no longer felt like crying.

"Are you going to buy my wife a new painting, too?" Antonio couldn't understand what he'd seen. He hated what he'd seen. He needed to push it from his mind, so he gathered indignation and bluster, emotional tools he could better understand. "That cost a lot of money, young lady. Are you going to give us a refund?"

"No." Samantha shook her head. "Go find your daughter and your wife. You'll probably find Mrs. Rizzuto isn't such a bitch anymore."

"What did you just say about my wife?" Antonio's face reddened. "I won't have a -"

"Don't finish that thought." Samantha held up her finger to silence him. She was happy when he obliged. She walked over to him, looking up into his pink, puffy face. "Boo," she said.

Antonio stepped back in fright. Then he watched the teenager go. He didn't take her advice about searching for his family. Instead, he headed straight for the liquor cabinet. He needed a drink.

~~

"Sorry I'm late. I was just... um... doing stuff in my room." Noah smiled at everyone in the dining room. Kathy sat at the far end of the table, a knowing smirk on her face. Hailey was seated next to her, contentedly leaning her head on Kathy's shoulder and holding Kathy's bare arm tightly. Noah's dad was at the table too, scrolling his phone. Noah could see his mother and Clive moving busily in the kitchen.

"Where's Paget?" Hailey raised her eyebrows questioningly at her brother. When he winked back, her jaw dropped. "You didn't..."

Noah put a finger to his lips. "She should be down in a few minutes." He looked at his dad, who was still absorbed in his phone. "Hey, Dad."

"Hey." Andrew didn't look up.

"I'm going to help Mom in the kitchen." He walked around the table, bent over, and kissed Kathy on the lips. He wasn't surprised when she bit his lower lip and held on for a few seconds, not letting him go. When he was free, he checked on his father again. Satisfied that no one would notice, he kissed Hailey on the lips. The deeds done, he straightened up, patted his smiling sister on the head like a puppy, and hurried into the kitchen.

"Hi, Mom." Noah stopped in the doorway. When his mom looked over at him with questioning eyes, he nodded. Her face went slack with surprise, and she dropped the mixing bowl in her hands. It hit the linoleum floor with a crash and sprayed sauce into the air. She wore an apron over her blouse and skirt, but the skirt wasn't totally protected.

"Mrs. Reader?" Clive put down the baster and turned to his future mother-in-law. "Are you okay?"

Jessica stood still, staring at her son. "Oh... gosh." When Clive put a hand on her shoulder, she turned toward him. She looked him in the eyes.

She cheated on you. With her own brother. You're lucky today doesn't really exist, or you would have just lost your fiancée.

She didn't say those things out loud, but they reverberated in her head. "I'm fine, Clive. Just fine. But I need to go get cleaned up. I've made a mess. Can you hold down the fort until I get back?"

"Sure." Clive bent down with a dishrag and started cleaning the floor.

"Come with me, honey. We need to talk." With one hand, Jessica grabbed her son's elbow, with the other, she surreptitiously snatched a bottle of olive oil from the counter and hid it under her apron. She pulled Noah the long way around to the stairs, avoiding the dining room. They quickly went upstairs, not seeing any sign of Paget. She pulled him into her bedroom and locked the door. She put the bottle down, placed her hands on his shoulders, and stared into his eyes. "You did it? I mean... Paget wanted it... and you...?"

"It turns out she's not that prissy." Noah shrugged, trying not to smile. "She told me herself, she's a 'dirty girl.'"

"No way." Jessica stared at her son. "She said that?"

"Why did you bring the olive oil, Mom? Does it help get stains out or something?" Noah looked down at the bottle.

"Because I want you to tell me all about it..." Jessica stepped back from him and untied her apron. "... while you're in my butt." She pulled the apron off and carefully placed it on the dresser so the sauce wouldn't stain the carpet. She then carefully removed her skirt. When she placed it with the apron, she looked at her son. He wasn't undressing. He just stood and stared at her. "What?" She looked down at her white, freckled legs. "Is there something wrong?" It hit her. There

was

something wrong. "You've done it too much today, and it won't get up anymore, right? Don't worry about it, Noah. That happens to your father even when he hasn't done it four times in a day." She giggled. "I'll just change into some clean clothes and we can go back -" She was cut off when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She felt something hard and huge pressing on her tummy. Maybe her motherly instincts were wrong. He

could

get it up again.

"Mmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhh." He awkwardly undressed his lower half while his tongue danced with his mother's. Her hands found his penis the second it was free, pumping him with eager fingers. They broke the kiss. "So... you want to hear... about Paget?"

"Yes... yes." Jessica nodded. She picked up the olive oil, poured some onto her hands, and worked it onto his cock.

"Shouldn't we use your pu... um... vagina? Since that's what Mrs. Palmer wanted?" He took in the sight of her, wearing nothing but a festive blouse and wool socks. She lowered herself to her knees, working in the oil with reverence.

"You've already done that." She looked up at him and smiled, still stroking his penis with both hands. "And you put so much inside me, I'm sure Eloise is very... very happy." She stopped stroking him, grabbed her stained skirt, and wiped off her hands. She was in such a rush, she didn't neatly fold it on the dresser again. She dropped it to the floor, and turned away from him, lowering herself to her hands and knees. "Now put it in and tell me how Paget gave herself to her eighteen-year-old brother."

"Yeah... okay." Noah dropped to his knees behind his mother's amazing, rolling ass. He spread her cheeks and looked at her pink hole. It was already opening, ready for him. "It started with me going into the bathroom to take a shower."

~~

"Julia... how could you?" Lindsey watched the woman lower herself onto the strangely prehensile penis. She didn't know what a Christian god's penis looked like, but doubted it was like that. She doubted any god possessed something so hideous. She shivered. "You're Eddie's teacher." From the ecstatic expression on Julia Price's face, she could see any loyalty she'd had to Eddie was gone.

"I'm... Paul's teacher... too... ugghhhhhhhhhhh." Julia's hips picked up speed as she rode the eighteen-year-old. She looked over at Lindsey with half-lidded eyes. "And he's the only one... I need... now. We will... breed and... be fruitful." She wasn't sure she had the nomenclature of her new church quite right, but there was time to learn. By the time her belly swelled with Paul's seed, she was sure she'd know all the prayers and hymns.

"You're married." Lindsey frowned.

"I married a man once... but that has been wiped away... ugh... ugh... by my engagement to God." Julia looked down at the seventeen rings on a string around Paul's neck. She found the ring her husband had given her, lying among the others on his chest. She brushed it with her fingertips, feeling a small piece of her former life.

"Jesus." Lindsey looked away from the mesmerizing sight. Her wedding ring was around Paul's neck, too. The craving to do the same as Julia built inside her, but her grief held it back. She focused on her lost daughter. Poor Samantha had been sucked into nothingness when the painting collapsed. Lindsey suddenly stood up and tiptoed her way through the outstretched legs of women masturbating all over her living room. She found her purse by the wall where she'd dropped it what seemed like days ago. She pulled out her phone and stared. Her eyes went wide. There was a message from Samantha dated ten minutes ago.

"Thinking of calling for help?" Mary leaned against the wall by the door, her eyes narrowed in distrust.

"No..." She held up her phone to Mary. "My daughter is... alive." Not a minute ago, she thought she would never smile again, but a wide grin curved her lips. Lindsey read the text again. "She left the Rizzuto's house ten minutes ago. She's healthy. Oh... my... God. She's

alive!"

"That's excellent news. Of course, I knew she would be fine." Mary returned the woman's smile. "I never would have destroyed the painting if there was a chance she might have been hurt." Lying was so easy when it helped Him. "Tell her to come here. Tell her you're better now that the painting is destroyed. Tell her that her brother is better, too." She cast a glance at Eddie still whimpering in the corner. Mary noted with satisfaction that no women sought to console him now. Not even his mother.

"Yeah... okay. I'll tell her." Lindsey pushed her back against the wall and slid down, until she was sitting on the floor. She chewed her bottom lip, held the phone in front of her knees, and texted back to her daughter. When she got a response almost instantly, her heart fluttered. Lindsey looked around the room. Some women still seemed reserved, but most had given themselves readily to this new religion. The room was redolent of sex and arousal. She thought over Samantha's reply and messaged back. She glanced at Mary, who wasn't paying attention to her, and quickly put her phone away.

"Ooooohhhhh... yes... ooohhhhh... please... Paul... you're trembling... you're going to... oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Julia arched her back and stared blankly at the ceiling as her student unloaded his holy seed inside her. Tremors wracked her body. Through the fog of pleasure, she could hear his satisfied grunts.

I satisfied Him!

That thought sent her ecstasy spiraling further, and the fog obscured her mind completely.

"Oh... my..." Lindsey watched her son's teacher in awe. The sounds the woman made were more like a wounded animal than a human. Lindsey had never heard anything like it... until Paul had come into her home. She watched as Paul pushed Julia off him and she slumped to the floor. Julia twitched uncontrollably. Her contorted face showed no signs of sentience. Lindsey hungered for the feeling that would make a woman look and sound like that. Was it possible that Paul was even better than her son?

"It seems you're ready, Mrs. Owens." Mary pointed a finger at Lindsey. "Mount him."

Paul smiled at Lindsey and gave her a thumbs up. "Don't worry, Mrs. Owens. I have plenty more to give. I am God's penis."

"Right." Lindsey stood. With her grief suddenly evaporated, she found this youth had a firmer hold on her mind. She stepped through the tangle of women again, making her way toward that twisting, writhing abomination of a penis. She would never believe such a thing belonged to God. But that wouldn't stop her from giving herself. She knew she could take it inside her. Eddie had showed her what her vagina, ass, and mouth were capable of. She arrived at Paul, and looked down at his penis. It twisted in the air and seemed to point right at her.

"It wants to furrow your fields, Mrs. Owens." Paul smiled. He could still hear Julia making strange noises next to him. "Mrs. Price taught me that to colonize a place, people need to successfully plant their seeds in the new land. Mrs. Price could probably explain it better than me, but she's... um..." He scrunched up his face, mocking an orgasmic expression. "So, that makes me think that I'm God's colonizer, conquering new fertile lands for him."

"God's colonizer." Still leaning against the wall, Mary nodded her approval.

"Well... um..." Lindsey lifted the hem of her dress. The fabric was tattered and bloody. She didn't care. She pulled her panties aside, straddled him, and lowered herself. "I've never been... aaaahhhhhhhhhh... colonized before." She didn't have to help the penis enter her, it found her opening and thrust itself inside. In no time at all, her vagina was full of strange, undulating penis. She shrieked. It sought out her most secret places, playing her like a familiar instrument.

"You're going to... ugh... go through many firsts... now... Mrs. Owens." Paul cupped her breasts, hefting them through her dress. "And they will eventually... uh... uh... uh... lead to your first... holy... child."

Lindsey heard her son whimper in the corner. She looked over at Mary with dazed eyes. "Can Eddie please... not be here... for this? Maybe you could... oooohhhhhhhhhhh... send him... to his room?" Her hips rocked against the teenager's hips. The penis inside her communicated through gentle prodding that it wanted her to bounce on its great length, so she complied. She grimaced at the sloppy wet sounds she made, slapping into Paul over and over.

"Hmmmmmmm." Mary tapped her lips with her finger. "I think not. Your son will be an attendant, and he must learn his place. I want him to see your acceptance. And Eddie should also be here when his sister arrives." Mary smiled brightly and looked over at Eddie. "Breathe the air, young man. Breathe deeply and watch divine order replace your heathenish chaos."

"Oooohhhhhh... gosh... ooooohhhhhh..." Lindsey had no counter argument. The words disintegrated as they formed in her mind, pushed aside by basic, raw need. "That spot... ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh... that spot... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh." She welcomed her first climax on this new penis. She knew there would be many more behind it.

~~

Samantha rang the doorbell. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she waited. She had no idea what to expect. Things could go in so many different directions. The door opened. Kathy's face greeted Samantha. For a moment the taller woman's expression was blank. Then it burst into a smile. Samantha couldn't help but match Kathy. They grinned at each other for longer than either felt comfortable.

"Holy shit! You found the windows like I said, didn't you?" Kathy pulled her friend into a hug, rocking her side to side.

"None of you checked your phones?" Samantha's voice was muffled by her friend's boobs. She pushed some space between them and looked up at Kathy. Samantha still smiled, but there was some hurt in her face. "I texted."

"We weren't ignoring you! No way." Kathy shook her head. "I don't even know where my phone is. We didn't think anyone important would message us."

"You didn't think I'd get out?" Samantha's smile faded.

"You don't know what happened. I'm so sorry." Kathy ushered her into the house and closed the front door. "Today's a dead-end. Jimmy was hurt when we tried to rescue you. He's unconscious. Enki wanted him to knock up his mom, and that can't happen now. So, we're just wasting our time until the day resets. We were going to save you tomorrow. Or the next today. Or the next today after that." Kathy could see from her friend's red eyes that she'd been crying. "Or... I guess we still are going to save you on another today. Since you'll still be in the painting."

"Oh." Samantha took in the information. "I killed Ella's painting."

"You did? Good for you." Kathy smiled.

Hailey walked up next to Kathy and put her arm around Kathy's waist, squeezing her tightly. "Hey, Sam. Good to see you. Noah will be happy you're here. Should I tell him?"

Kathy sniffed the air. She could smell Noah mating his mother upstairs. She cocked her head. She could also faintly hear the rhythmic thumping. "Better leave Noah alone for now. I'll be back to the dining room in a few minutes." Kathy kissed the top of Hailey's head.

"Okay." Hailey smiled and walked back to the dining room.

"That was weird." Samantha watched Noah's sister disappear down the hall. "She was nice to me..." She met Kathy's eyes. "... and you."

"There's a lot going on around here for a dead-end day. I'll catch you up on some of it." Kathy moved into the living room so they could talk.

Samantha followed her. "Some of it?"

"When Noah comes down, he'll catch you up on the rest." Kathy shrugged. "He won't be long. We're having dinner soon."

"What's he doing?" Samantha furrowed her brow in confusion. She wasn't sure what she'd expected at the Reader house, but this wasn't it.