Chapter 9

In spite of the few little jealousies and squabbles that developed over the first few months of our new life, we all had a wonderful time. With the addition of Annette, the family had more fun when our "owners" weren't there too. Jeff was a very likable guy, and I was his favorite for a while, after which he began to favor my mother.

Rhoda, Al and Adam were also continually oversexed and a little bizarre, which made their visits more of a pleasure than a chore. Rhoda almost fell in love with Melody, and the first thing she did whenever she came down was to pull up my little sister's dress, pull down her panties, and eat. Melody liked the attention, and she didn't even get mad at Rhoda when the woman stuffed her blonde ponytail up into her cunt and wiggled it around.

In addition to sex, we had the good life in every other way too. We felt like it was almost too good to be true. The luxury, the money, the cars, the estate. What more could people want out of life. I did hate to see Dad staying drunk nearly all the time, but since money was no object and he was the least sexually attractive of the family (which he knew, but swore it didn't bother him), there was nothing much else for him to do.

Adam, Rhoda's husband, as well as Al, began to get a particular kick out of sucking off Bobby, which I found fascinating to observe. They also taught him to fuck their asses occasionally, and Al was using his fingers a lot on Bobby's, which I felt was going to lead to their trying to get their penises into his cute little ass eventually.

Greg and Annette and I had a lot of threesomes, and when Mom and Vickie joined us, we had our private orgies. It was all so perfect-sleep when we liked, drink what and when and how much we wanted, eat very lavish meals that Annette fixed for us, go for rides, loll around on the beach, meet a few extra clients when we felt like it and were pretty sure none of our "owners" were going to be down.

That's the way it was until this morning at ten o'clock when Adam, Al and Jeff arrived from New York. Vickie had gone into one of her sexual fits and Dad was eating her as she sat up on the breakfast table. Melody was sucking one tit and Mom the other. I was so hot watching them that I was about to join in. But then I heard the front door of the house close, and the three men walked into the breakfast room.

"Whee! I'm coming! Three more hard cocks! Four more hard cocks!" Vickie cried out, noticing Greg's arrival from the back door.

"Not so early in the morning, thanks," Adam announced in a voice that sounded quite business-like. "We came down to tell you that there will be more incest involved in our arrangement than before. Al and Jeff's wives have decided to join us, also our daughter, who was recently divorced. Jeff is going to bring his kids into our group when they become fourteen."

"But ... this could last forever," Mom said, in a protesting manner. "Vickie and I just found out from the doctor that we're pregnant. Connie's two months gone already...."

"Well!" Adam exclaimed with an obscene grin as he looked around at us. "Your kLdsTl be ready to join in about the time Jeff's kids are close to their age. Yes ... this arrangement can perpetuate itself for generations. Wonderful."

"Adam," Mom said very seriously. "I ... I know that it was our own doing ... getting into this, but you certainly can't expect our unborn children to grow up as a family sex machine too. I ... don't want my new child to be involved or know anything about this. And Vickie and Connie feel the same way about their children."

"How would you live ... if you ever tried to walk out on us?" Adam asked us all. 'You're stuck with this life. Why ... if you walked out on us, you'd have almost nothing ... a few thousand you've saved, and that Bud would drink up in a month's time. You'd be getting older, get down to the street level, cheap hotel rooms. Bud would probably kill himself. Do you want that to happen to your father ... your husband ... your father-in-law?"

"Wait a goddamn minute, Mr. Farrington," Dad entered in, fairly loaded. "We own this house ... it's in our name ... you said so. It's in our contrac' that the house and all a grounds are in our name."

"Sure ... it's in your name, you old sot!" Adam angered. "But the mortgage and title are held by one of my banks. Unless you start making monthly payments of $3,411.32, it'll be repossessed. That is ... if you want to try to wiggle out of your contract with us for 'services rendered.'"

"No court would ever hold us to that!" Dad proclaimed, hitting the breakfast table with his fist.

"They might," Adam mused. If a smart lawyer can figure out a legitimate type of 'services rendered' to fit, and which you wouldn't dare dispute."

"But ... the unborn children!" Mom cried, grasping Al's hand and clutching it tightly. "Certainly, the contract doesn't make them or...."

"Here's the contract ... a photocopy of it!" Adam said sternly, bringing the document out of his attache case and laying it on the table. "It states here in paragraph 11-'This contract may be maintained in force and effect by all heirs, assigns and issues of the party of the first part'-that's us-'at their discretion, and apply to all issues of the parties of the second part'-that's you people-'and other issues there from ... ' And every one of you of legal age-which includes you, Connie-have signed this document. Bud and Margie have signed for the minor children...."

"That's all a bunch of legal doubletalk!" Dad protested. "What's this 'heirs, assigns and issues' crap?"

"It means, Bud," Adam began, "that our heirs, those others whom we might like to bring in, plus our children, will continue, generation by generation to be a part of this group. 'Issue' is a mainly legal term, Bud. It means offspring or children-of."

"You signed it, Bud," Greg said with a helpless shrug of his big shoulders. "I signed it because you read it over and said it was okay."

"Oh, shit! I was half loaded!" Dad tried to argue. 'It's your fault, Adam! You kept feeding me drinks the whole time you and your lawyer were going over that thing!"

"I'm sorry, Bud," Adam said in a very neutral voice. "But that's the way it is. Cheer up now. Al's and Jeff's wives will be down tomorrow and we'll have a three-day orgy...."

"Yeah ... we'll be ready," Mom said, as both she and Dad slumped down in their respective chairs while our three owners left us for the rest of the morning.

"There's no way out ... is there, Dad?" I asked, looking from him to Mom and then to Greg.

"No...." he said softly. "We're like prisoners in the presidential suite. They're going to have the estate watched by guards too. I saw one of them last night ... uniformed. When I asked him what he was doing, he said he was hired to keep the 'wrong' people out and the 'right' people in. I hadn't wanted to mention it before. I wasn't sure what it was all about...."

"Even if there were no guards," Mother said, shaking her head. "We'd be just as hemmed in. Oh, I don't think they're going to try to make us stay in this one place forever. They'll let us go out shopping, to movies. But we might as well be locked in with the key thrown away. You heard what Al said. It's true, of course...."

"No, Connie," Dad said with a sigh of deep resignation as he looked around the room at all of us. "There's no way out."