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If you only knew." I said as I got my dick out. I didn't even care that Yeva was married or that Jennifer had a boyfriend or even that I likely still had remnant of the other two women on my dick. Both women just automatically got on their knees and eagerly took my once again erect cock into their mouths.

Once they two women were undressed, I was surprised at how similar their body types were. They were both thin and athletic with nice round tits and asses. The only real difference was skin color.

I decided to change things up a bit. I sat in a chair and let one of them ride me. I forgot which was the first one. It didn't matter really. I just sat back and relaxed as they took turns enjoying my dick. I knew I was an asshole for doing this but it was hard to feel that way when they both looked so happy to be doing this. And they were also happy doing each other. It seemed odd to see a black girl go down on a white girl. I'd seen porn before of who white women going down on each other but not a black woman. Of course, I'd also seen a lot of live girl on girl cunt licking recently and even with Jennifer but with her it looked extra interesting now that I was actively looking. I had to take a few pictures of that. Snap, snap.

Eventually I got tired of that chair and just relaxed on the bed. Without even a word, they came to me and one after the other got on top of me. Jennifer was the first to reach her own orgasm. I didn't even have my eyes open but I knew it was her. It wasn't just that I could hear her quietly moaning either. Her pussy felt better to me than Yeva.

While Jennifer was the first of the women to get an orgasm, my own orgasm came when Yeva was on top of me. Yes, I know I just said Jennifer felt better but when Yeva started cumming, I just hit the right set of something and I was ready to finally cum again.

Very good but we weren't done yet and I knew that even if they didn't. Yeva began to ride me some more after her climax subsided. We were like that for a good little bit but then it was time to fully fulfill what I'd started. I made Jennifer lay down and then I got on top of her. It still amazed me that I never lost my hard on during all this. I remembered times when I would masturbate and almost instantly lose my erection after just the first time.

To my surprise, Jennifer had a second orgasm when I finally got up my strength to cum again. This one rocked her so much that she seemed to lose consciousness.

Ok. Cool. I'd done it. I was really, really, extra tired now. I could barely stand.

I looked over at Jennifer. See looked like she was sleeping. I looked over at Yeva and she was getting her clothes back on.

"You're a good fuck." she said. "But I'm married now. Ok. You know this. So, this is last time. Ok?"

Sure. Last time. She better hope my own wedding had the desired effect or it might not be so much of a last time.

"No. I just have to see you again." I said sarcastically.

"I'm flattered. You are good boy. But now I am married woman. So we stop. Ok?"

"Sure."

She grabbed my cock as a last goodbye, probably still thinking that she'd done this completely as her own idea. She said she could make her way to her car by herself and then she left. To my knowledge, no one in the house spotted her.

That was not the case with Jennifer. Like I said, I was really tired. I just got into bed with her and let myself drift off to sleep. The next thing I knew, my mother was standing there rapping on my head. Both me and Jennifer were naked and my mother was yelling at us to get up.

"You have to get ready for work."

"I'll call in sick."

"And who is that?"

"Um ... Jen. Yeah, Jen."

"Where am I?" Jen said.

"Jen, this is my mom. Mom, this is Jennifer."

"What happened to Mao?" my mother asked.

"Oh, well, it's ok. They know about each other."

"Mao was here?" Jen asked.

I didn't answer. Instead I told my mom to give me and Jen at least a minute of privacy to get dressed.

"What did we do last night?" Jen asked me.

"You don't remember?"

"I remember having sex but then ..."

"You fell asleep. I didn't want to wake you so ..."

"Shit. I have class. What time is it?"

Rushing, rushing, rushing. Jen got dressed while I jumped in the shower. When I got out of the shower, she was heading out the door. "Bye." I called out to her. She smiled and then hurried off. I got dressed and then met my mom by the car in the drive way in front of the house. was sluggish at work that day. I wasn't even able to get excited when the lawyer called me up and said that all the money was in the clear now. Ok. Good to know. I was still serving coffee to unappreciative snobs of both genders for the rest of the day. I know I probably shouldn't think that way about the customers. Who pays attention to the guy serving you coffee after all? But there was something about the curt way they all had of speaking to me that bugged me. I was doing my job and giving them what they wanted. I knew they wanted to get in and get out as fast as they could so I did my best to make that happen. Would it hurt them to at least see me as human and not a machine? Well, they didn't all see me as a machine, just the guys. Most of the women who came through the coffee shop treated me either like the gum on the sole of their shoes or like a sex doll they could make comments about where I could overhear. There were even times when they'd be on the phone and come up to the counter and somehow expect me to be able to read their minds instead of pausing their ever so important conversation to blurt out an order instead of just pointing at the sign above my head with fifty different options on it and no way for me to know what they mean.

When it was getting near to closing time, one of the last women to come into the shop commented to her friend that she wouldn't mind taking me around the back of the building and fucking me.

"Look at that ass." I heard her say.

If they only knew. Man o man. If they only knew. But of course if I went over to her and asked for her number, that would be sexual harassment.

My mother arrived just as we were locking up but I told her I had an errand to run. She wanted to know what it was and I lied and said I needed to visit the post office. See, I had this weird suspicion that it was my mother who was going around and causing trouble for me with the money stuff so I was going to try and keep her in the dark. Besides, I knew she was greedy anyway.

At the lawyer's office I was presented with some final form to sign and then the banker that was there said that this was the last step. All the money was mine to do with as I pleased. I was given a bank card, a check book, a statement and a prospectus (whatever that was).

"That was fast." I said.

"We fully expected the judge to rule in our favor so the bank got ready for this eventuality."

"What about the lawsuits and stuff?"

"There might be another that gets filed but as of right now, the two already against you were thrown out."

"So how do I keep them from filing against me again?"

That question had a much too complicated answer for me to write here or even remember. What I took from it was basically; yes there are ways to keep someone from suing you but no I couldn't do that yet unless it was malicious and they hadn't taken it that far yet or something.

I went back to the coffee shop and my mother was very impatiently waiting.

"What were you doing in there for that long?"

"I was asking about a safety deposit box. They don't have any, so they said I had to go to a bank."

"What do you need a safety deposit box for?"

"You never know. Important documents. Photos. I don't know, but I want one. The guy at the post office recommended this one."

"Well, you'll have to do it tomorrow. I need to get home."

"I can ride the bus home."

"No. Not today. We're going home."

I could have fought her on it and insisted that this was my plan but I didn't. I was exhausted for some reason and I really just wanted to sit on the very cushy sofa in the living room. And that was just what I did. Well ... for all of about fifteen minutes before my parents came to me and started to talk funny.

"We really want you to think about your future." my father said. Then there was vague platitudes about life and all that. I really just wanted to close my eyes.

"Now this is important, John." my mother said.

"You already helped us out a great deal with the residency requirements but if you can get an image of the big picture. ..."

"Big picture. Sure. Can we talk about this later?"

"Now son, you may not know this but even though I'm the founder of my ... ahem ... our company, I don't own it out right. I actually only own 30%. One day, that will all be yours but then you'll still have three other people who can always outvote you."

"What about Terri and Denise?"

"Your older sister made her feelings clear when she left us." my mother said. "And as for Denise, we trust that you'll take care of her no matter what."

"What? Why are you guys talking like this? It's not like you're going to die tomorrow."

"Of course not, son." my father said. "But after spending the night in the woods during an unexpected storm, you should know that we have to plan ahead even if the worst never comes."

"What are you asking? Get to the point."

"The point son, is that my company is about to have a huge increase in revenue. I've been working on a certain project very diligently and it is about to pay off. My partners, they have no idea what's going on. They could care less about the company. They never help me with anything but always have their hands out."

"Then why did you sell parts of the company to them?"

"I needed investors at the time but it was always supposed to be part of the deal that they help me out. Well, I've been doing all the work."

"So you want to buy back the rest of the company."

"Exactly. Only I won't have enough money to do it until after this project gets off the ground and by then it would be too late. They'd never sell me back my company if they really knew how much money it was about to earn."

"So get a loan."

"That would raise red flags and get them to investigate." my mother objected.

"I don't know what you're talking to me about this for."

"You met with the lawyer today, didn't you?" my mother said. Oh, so she'd been spying on me the whole time. I wondered when else she'd done that. "She told you about the judge's decision, didn't she?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So son, if we package it to look like I just want to give my boy a head start in business we might be able to convince them to sell. I know we can't buy back all of it, but we can probably get another 15%, and than once the money ..."

"Wait. Are you allowed to tell me all of this? What about insider trading stuff?"

"This is a privately held company. That doesn't apply to us. And besides, we're family and you have an interest in the workings of the business. It's not my fault that my partners don't check in with me more often."

Then my mother came closer to me and started holding my hand. "John. We just need you to help your father out. We're not asking for a loan. That would be wrong for a parent to borrow money from a child. If you use your money to buy a percentage of the company, then that part is yours. All yours. Not ours. But we're family so we'd expect you to support your father."

"Why does this feel really shady?"

"It's not son. And if you want, after we start getting money in, I'll buy your shares from you and you can have your money back."

"Then how is this not a loan?"

"You don't have to sell your shares. You can keep them if you want. It's up to you." my mother said.

"Well, for right now, can I just sleep on it. I'm so tired. Really."

"We need you to hurry son." my mother said.

"No, it's ok." my father said. "Let him rest for now. But after dinner, we'll talk again. Oh, and think of some questions for me. I'll answer whatever you want."

They finally left me alone and I was happy to have my hand back. My mom was really creeping me out.

I'll save you the long and pointless conversation after dinner. My father tried to explain to me what exactly it was that his company did. I didn't really get it and I didn't agree to buy anything. For all I knew, he could be lying to me. However, I did agree to go with him to his office on Wednesday to see things for myself.

...

Tuesday was another day at the coffee shop. During my break, I ran across the street to the ATM to use my card for the first time. Wow. I had immediate access to $11,000. If I wanted more, I could ask for transfers from money markets or mutual funds and stuff but I didn't really know what any of that was so I didn't think about it. As far as I really cared, I didn't have the rest of that money. It was too many extra steps away from my fingers so it felt unreal to me.

Still, eleven thousand dollars should at least be enough to buy a car. I guessed I needed a drivers license first so I had to get that. Plus, my school had a rule against student owned cars so I couldn't bring it there. Still, I could buy a car.

At lunch, I called my mother using the shop's phone and told her I was going shopping after work. She offered to drive me but I told her I already had a ride. See, Tuesday was Terri's off day from her job this week but I was guessing my mother didn't know that. I wasn't going to take any chances, however.

I met Terri three blocks away from the shop after work and we quickly drove to the bank where the first safety deposit box was. There were others I needed to check but they were in other cities.

In the bank I was brought over to a special room for looking at the box. Terri decided to wait outside. She said it was my private moment and she wasn't going to intrude.

When I opened the box I found ... a stack of diplomas? What were these? I took a closer look. Oh, they were ... stock certificates. Ok. I'll have to look up what that means. Some of them were bank bonds or government bonds. I had learned about those in civics class. Ok. So basically more money. It was funny but I hadn't known that you get an actual piece of paper when you buy a bond. I just figured it was a number in a computer.

Wonderful. The word went through my mind with all the energy of a whoopy cushion deflating.

I know. I must be crazy. I'm the only guy in the world who doesn't jump for joy at the sight of apparently very large sums of money. Well, the safety deposit box seemed a better place for these things to hang out than my bag so I was going to leave them there. But first I wanted to photo each one so I could start investigating if any of this was real. There were like thirty of these things so I carefully pulled them out and got my pictures.

Then, under the last one I found something more interesting. There were two white envelopes. One had written on it, 'Discover everything'. The other said, 'Get on with your life'.

Now, my first inclination was to open both right away but then I remembered that I was dealing with crazy magic stuff here. Yeah, life could wait, I wanted to know.

I opened the first letter. It began with a warning not to open the other letter under any circumstances.

"If you do then you will be trapped with you know what for the rest of your life."

Ok, then why give me two? This was a very Uncle John kind of thing to do.

"The next step for you to discover the truth is buried on an island in the south of Japan." The letter went on to say that I had to go to a specific island, find a specific village, follow the road to a waterfall, find a statue with a straw hat next to a pagan temple, and dig there. Yeah, this was definitely an Uncle John kind of thing. "Do this. Discover the truth and you'll be able to regrow limbs. You'll see into other people's thoughts. You might even be able to crush a man's skull like a giant. All this can be yours. If you travel on the road and see a sign that says 'watashi usotsuki, anata baka, damasu.' then you've gone too far."

Well, I had money. I couldn't legally drive without a license but I could buy an airplane ticket. Well, I guessed I needed a passport before I left the country. And I did have my job so I had to show up for that everyday. I wouldn't want to let Mrs. Carver down. Although, she had been saying that she needed to replace me for when I went back to school. Maybe I could hint to her that she needed to do that sooner rather than later.

Instead of going directly home, I went to Terri's place. I wondered how long it would take for either of our parents to show up. That seemed to be their usual pattern. Maybe they had a camera watching the apartment.

It was nice to just hold her. We sat on her sofa together in each others arms. I didn't feel any great rush to have sex or anything. I just liked being held by her.

"Mom says she caught you in bed with some girl." Terri said as her head was on my shoulder.

"She did."

"Who was she?"

"Part of my plan."

"What plan?"

"My plan to get married to you."

"How could sleeping with some girl help that?"

"It's hard to explain but it does."

"How, though?"

"Today I have money. I didn't have any money before and I was under the impression that I might not get any money."

"What does money have to do with it?" she asked softly as she kissed my neck.

"I had to use sex as a kind of barter to get them to agree ..."

"Them? Them who?"

"Um ... A couple of different women. But the point is, I have cover for us to date and not be suspected and I have a minister who will do the wedding for us."

"Really? A real wedding? You're serious."

"Yes. Me and you alone against the world forever. That's a marriage."

"Ok. I hope you know what you're doing."

The great thing about being with my sister is her deep interest in me. With the other women, they were begging for my cock and my semen but Terri was interested in all of me. It just felt natural to take my shirt off since she wanted to kiss my chest and move her hands over my front and my side. We usually didn't have time for this sort of thing so it was extra nice. With all the fucking I'd been doing recently, I was worried I might not be able to get it up. However, thanks to a day of rest I was ready to give my all to my sister.

Very easily we found each other naked as we just felt each other and kissed. This wasn't the hard, bang bang cum cum, kind of kissing. This was slow and the heat was given a chance to build up.

We were actually side by side on the sofa, laying down. My sister raised up her leg and my dick found her opening. Of course I couldn't go all the way in like that. Far from it, but it was nice to just be with her.

I don't know how we pulled it off exactly but my sister turned her back to me. Then I was able to get back in her but go much deeper. She turned her head to kiss me and somehow we were both flexible enough for me to be able to fuck her that way and kiss her at the same time.

Maybe it sounds corny but I really did feel like I was going all the way into her. Not just my dick but all of me. There was this moment when the boundary of where I stopped and she started seemed to be blurred. We were like two pieces of dough being formed into one.

When I started to dump my semen into her I had no thought whatsoever to pulling out. And actually, it didn't even really feel like I was cumming in her. We were just together and this was happening. We were merging and the semen was just part of it.

We both had very serene and quiet orgasms with each other and while I was still inside of her, I fell asleep.

...

Dun dun don don deen. Dun dun don don deen.

I was snuggling up to my sister and I didn't want to open my eyes. However, suddenly she moved and reached for her phone.

"Hello." ... "Oh, I'm sure he's fine. Don't panic." ... "Ok, I'll call him." ... "Ok, just give me a second, I'll call him."

She got off the phone and then slapped me on my naked ass.

"Get up." she said. "Mom's about to put in a missing persons on you."

"Why does she even care?"

"Cause she's a bitch, like I keep telling you."

"What time is it?"

"Looks like eight."

"Call her back and tell her I'm eating dinner here."

"No. Come on. As much as I'd love for you to spend the night, you need to go home."

When my sister stood up I put my arms around her waist and kissed her pubic hair.

"Did you cum in me?" she asked.

"You said you liked the idea of my stuff being in you."

'"I didn't mean like that, though." she said as she then pushed herself on top of me and kissed me.

"I'm sorry." I said when I was able to get air.

"It's ok. I just got off my period so I won't be fertile for like a week or something but still, try not to do that."

While I was getting dressed, my beautiful sister called our mother back and told her she talked to me and I was fine. She said she was going to meet me on campus and then drive me home.

When I actually got to the house my sister told our mother that she found me making out with some girl outside of a dorm building.

"What did she look like?" our mother asked. In answer, Terri basically described herself.

"Not a black girl?"

"What? Are you really asking me about race?"

"Not race. I just want to know ..."

"It wasn't the same girl as before." I said, knowing where this was going.

So I got a lecture from both of them about the fact that I should not be sleeping around.

"Women don't exist for your sexual pleasure." my mother told me.

We all had dinner as a family since Terri hadn't eaten yet. I resisted the urge to look over at her. I tell you, I really just wanted to be with her and not have to care about the rest of the world.

After dinner Terri left and I retired to the pool house. My father was making some noise about giving me a room in the house if I wanted one but why would I do that? If my marriage to my sister didn't end the curse the way I wanted, then I was going to have an endless stream of girls coming and going. I'd probably do that at school as well. I'd have to look into the logistics of it.

I sat in my chair with the two letters on my table. 'Get on with your life." I didn't want to open it yet. I mean, I did want to open it but the other letter had told me not to open it. My brain was trying to tell me something but I was missing it. What was wrong? I pulled out the other letter and read the instructions again. I got my phone out and started searching for the island I was supposed to go to. Yep, it was there. I looked at it in the map app and zoomed all the way down. There was the temple and the waterfall. It was real.

Next I looked up the various stock certificates that I had pictures of and sure enough they looked real. Ok. So that was nice to know.

I went back and looked at the island again. Was I really going to go there? I guessed I had no choice if I wanted to ever be rid of the curse. Did I have to go there before the wedding for the wedding to work? Had Uncle John really discovered something there to end the curse? But if he had, then why did I have it now? Maybe he only ended it for himself.

Something wasn't right. 'Crush a skull like a giant'. That did not sound like Uncle John. He was punking me again. I could feel it.

"Fuck it." I said as I grabbed at the other letter. It was thicker than the first one and that was bothering me.

...

"John my boy. I really hope you didn't go traveling all over the world. I pegged you as smarter than that. But if not and you've finally gone all the way full circle only to arrive back at this letter that you've had with you the whole time, you've now been exposed to other cultures, something that most idiots walking the streets never get. You're welcome. And don't be upset about how much it cost you. I left you ample enough money to do whatever you wanted in life. Best you use it to see the world and broaden your horizons instead of wasting it on drugs or new age crap.

"Now we both know that I can't say directly what the thing is that I'm talking about but you know what I'm talking about, don't you? If not then put this letter down. It wasn't meant for you. But if you do, keep reading."The scavenger hunt thing is an old tradition. The inheritance goes back many hundreds of years and as of right now, no one knows were it came from or how it came to infect our family. I inherited it from my mother's grandfather's cousin. He left clues for me as well and I spent ten years tracking everything down. Does that seem cruel? It was a kindness according to him. In centuries past a simple letter would be left attempting to explain what was happening. But it was never good enough. The person with the inheritance would start digging and digging to try to find a way to discover more about it all. So about four hundred years ago someone with the inheritance before me invented this journey of discovery and left clues all over Europe for his successor to uncover. It was an attempt to add meaning to the search while also making sure that the successor understood full well that there were no real answers at the end of any search. It would all just be a dead end after an exhausting journey.

"So let me say clearly right here. There is no end to this. It will go on for the rest of your life, even in old age. It was probably how I died. Did they say anything about that at my funeral? I would just love to see the looks on everyone's faces if they had.

"In the deposit box I have in New Orleans, you'll find a key. That key opens a vault in Rome that one of our predecessors had built for us. In it is all the documentation you'd ever want and I can guarantee you there is nothing else to find. I've been there and looked through it all. I can save you the trip. We all eventually come to the same realization. There is no ending it. There is no getting out of it. There is no transferring it or pausing it. As a young man, you might think this is the best thing in the world but once you find a love, a true love, a woman that you want to be with for the rest of your life, the inheritance hurts.

"I myself found such a woman. I used my money and my contacts to arrange an impossible situation. We were alone, just the two of us on an island in the south pacific. There should have been no one around us for at least a thousand miles. And yet, when it came time for love, we were not allowed to be alone. Miraculously someone arrived to join us. For five years, she tolerated me and my inheritance but in the end, she could stand sharing me no longer. She couldn't live with the memories of seeing other women having sex with me or the memories of what she herself was doing with them.

"And for all the sex I had in my life, I never had any children. I don't know why. Some of our predecessors did have children and some of them didn't. I wouldn't be able to tell you why. What I can tell you is that any crazy scheme you might have to end the inheritance will certainly not work. Our predecessors tried so many different things in order to be faithful to their wives. Some would try to just never have sex. One of them even castrated himself but that didn't stop the women coming after him. Nothing worked. Blinding won't work and drugs won't work. Don't mutilate yourself.

"Every manner of ritual and blessing has already been tried on the spiritual side of things. There isn't a supposedly holy place or magical crystal that hasn't been put to the test and been found ineffective. One of us defiled the black square thing in Mecca. One of us went to live in a cave on Mt Athos and discovered that even there he would not be left alone by women. Another got himself put in prison under maximum security but even steel bars couldn't keep them out.

"One of the strangest cases was when someone became a vampire in an attempt to end it. Yes. Go ahead and go back and read that again. A vampire. Indeed. They are real according to the documents in Rome. One of our predecessors claims to have become one in an attempt to end the inheritance. His is a very sad story. I'll not relate the details of it here. It's too bloody for my tastes. The lesson of it though is that his little stunt did not work and eventually led to him committing unspeakable crimes much worse than what he was attempting to avoid and of course he wasn't able to avoid it so it was folly from the beginning.

"On a happier note, buried in the documents in Italy is the cure for vampirism in case you ever need it. You'll never guess what it is. Baptism. Of all things. But there are rules about how it works so I won't get into it. Also, before you get any ideas, baptism will not cure the inheritance. That's been tried too. So has becoming a priest in over a dozen different religious sects.

"A doctor friend of mine once told me that for some diseases they try to cure and for others, where there is no cure, they just try to manage. That's what you're going to have to do. You'll have to learn to manage. Best you know that now and not get your hopes up on some crazy scheme you've deluded yourself into thinking will work. You'll only hurt yourself and the woman you love.

"The best advice I can give you is to use the inheritance to your advantage. Then you're at least getting something out of it. Any woman you truly want to love and be with, let her go. Let her be with someone else. If you really have to be with her, make sure she's ok with being with other women and being homosexual with other women every time you want to have sex.

"I did try once to create a stable group where I'd be with the same two women at the same time all the time. But there something about the way the inheritance works that just doesn't allow it to really happen. The way of thinking during it and outside of it is so different for the women that it will just never work out. For about a year and a half I forced the situation where I was with only them and for a few months they even conceded that it must be so because it kept happening but eventually it could not last. They eventually started to feel like I was keeping them prisoner. It wasn't true but that was how she felt. Once the first one ran away I knew the second would follow and so she did soon after.

"We don't get to know love, not one on one love the way other people do. Just be happy that the inheritance will never make you be with a woman that you are not at least on some level attracted to. If you're not interested, then they aren't interested. Also, as far as I know, no woman with one of those sex infections has ever bothered me. I've never been infected with any of that venereal bug stuff and I've been with women all over the world.

"Also, don't keep the women under the influence for too long. That can cause them to kind of go crazy when they come out of it. I had a couple of women with me for nearly a week and it almost broke them.

"Oh, but I bet you haven't figured out how to open the doors yet. I won't spoil it for you but I'll let you know it can be done. I'll let you figure it out on your own. That's the fun part. But yes, you can get away, just expect whoever you're with to follow you around and never leave your side, not for a second. It can be fun at big parties with two women worshiping the ground you walk on but don't do that for more than a day or you're asking for trouble. You've been warned.

"Well, that's about all I have for you. I can't think of anything else right now. I suppose if you're reading this, I must be dead so you can't ask me questions. But honestly I think that's it. I know this is a big thing to put on someone so young. I'm sorry for that. But enjoy the money and if you can try to enjoy the sex. You'll find it is a lot better once you can be at peace with the fact that it's going to happen and you can't stop it. You'll have to eventually give in and go with it anyway so best turn it into something you enjoy instead of something you fear."

"PS: if you're wondering why I picked you, I didn't. I just knew you were the one to get it the same as the one who gave it to me knew I'd be the one. When the one who will get it after you is born, you'll know it. And no, I don't know what would happen if you died in a car wreck before the next is born. Knowing the way it typically goes, the next one would just inherit the thing anyway. Don't be stupid like the one who died climbing Mt Everest.

...

There was actually more to the letter but the rest was just a detailed explanation of where all the fake clues were in the world. But I still had to read it and ponder if I should still take the time to go track all these clues down. I guessed maybe I would when I was older, maybe, just out of curiosity.

The vault sounded interesting as well but would probably have to wait until after high school. For tonight, there was nothing more I could do on any of this so I decided to get some sleep. Even as tired as I was, my uncle's words kept repeating in my head over and over and over again. He really was going to send me all around the world on a wild goose chase.

There was a kind of logic. Take advantage of the curse. Don't fear it, just use it. But what about Terri? I'd never had to share Terri. Never. Uncle John claims he had to share the woman he loved but I'd never had to share Terri. Why?

...

The next day my father had me wear a tie and slick my hair down like an idiot. He drove me out to the offices where his company conducted business. He showed me several different parts of the operation and then brought me up to the office to show me 'the books'.

Pushy, pushy, pushy. He was being ever so pushy to try and get me to agree to his plan to take back control of the company. In order to do so, it would require liquidating all the assets he knew I had. He promised over and over that I'd get every cent back and then some.

Not to be alone with the pushing, my mother called him several times and asked to speak to me. She'd ask if I understood everything and pushed for me to quickly say that I was going to help buy back the company. It took all my willpower not to roll my eyes or gnaw at the inside of my mouth.

I supposed it would be a very big decision to do this if the 200K was all I thought I had. Sure, it had come to me unexpectedly and could go just as quickly. It still hadn't really sunk in that it was my money to do with as I pleased.

Then came the hard sales close. My father put a document in front of me and asked me to sign it. I asked to read it and he seemed hesitant to even let me do that before I signed it. However, it wasn't much of a standoff before I was going over the thing line by line. He was trying to be sneaky but about what? I fully believed my father would just take my money and screw me over in a heartbeat. Maybe that wasn't fair but it was how I felt.

"I think," I began to say as my father guided my hand to the place where I was supposed to sign. "I think" I repeated; "I want to talk about one part."

"Which part is that?" my father said with annoyance.

"Well, you've already set the price and what percentage of the company you want me to buy. How do you know your partners will agree to that?"

"They will. I've already got verbal assent. Just so long as you sign first, they're in. No problem."

"If you want me to do this, then I think we should do it right." He did not look like he liked the sound of that but I continued. "I want to meet with the partners and learn how to make the agreement myself."

"Son, you have to understand. These are serious, high powered people. They don't have free time for that kind of thing and besides, they've all got decades of negotiating skills that you don't have. They'll talk circles around you and before you know it, you've given them all your money and gotten nothing of value in return."

"So basically they're thieves."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm not sure I want to have anything ..."

"Son! They're not thieves. Ok. Sigh. Ok, look. It's easy. I've already worked it out. Please, just sign this. Ok. You have no idea the amount of money we're about to make."

"Call them back and ask them how much they want for a full buyout then."

"No." he said sternly shaking his head. "That will tip them off and they'll never sell. Trust me. I know these people. As soon as we go for more than this they'll start looking into things and then ..."

"Ok. Ok. I get it. Fine, I'll sign but I have two ... no three conditions."

"What?"

"You have to take this paragraph out." I was referring to the part where it said I entrusted my father to make decisions about my shares for me for a year.

"Well, son, that part is in there because you're still in high school and I can't always reach you on the phone."

"Sorry, you have to take it out. We can make arrangements but I'd rather not have that in there. It makes me very uncomfortable."

"But you do understand that as operating partner, if I can't reach you for any reason I have authority to make decisions about the company as I see fit."

"Sure. Can you just change the paragraph to say that?"

He forced himself to smile. "Certainly. Let me get Barbara to do that for us. Anything else?"

"Yeah. I want names and contact details for the people who own shares with us."

'You know you can't just go bothering them."

"I know. But if I'm going to be partners with them, I figured I should at least have their contact details. This is supposed to be me learning how to do this, after all."

"And you can't release this information if a reporter calls and asks to talk to you."

"I understand. And for my third condition, I want you and mom to lay off."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a girl I'm seeing. Maybe at times she'll come see me and maybe at times I'll go see her. Ok. I'm an adult. Please stop chasing me down whenever ..."

"You know we'd do the same for either one of your sisters."

"Which is probably why Terri moved out and locks her door when you come by. You have to learn to trust me. I'm not going to go break the law and I'm not going to go do drugs or anything. Give me some slack. Please. I'm not asking you to never be concerned at all but just trust me a little. You're trusting me to buy two hundred thousand dollars worth of your company but you won't trust me to go see a movie with a girl? That doesn't make sense."

"Ok. I see your point. Maybe me and your mother have been a bit over protective. But only because we love you. Believe me, if you weren't our son, who we both love very much, we wouldn't care what you did."

They got the contract altered, and gave me the contact information. I signed the form and as soon as I did my father was on the phone with my mother to let her know. He really sounded like he had a huge feeling of relief too.

He then immediately drove me to the bank to set in motion the transactions needed for me to actually pay for it all. My father even tried to sit in with me on the meeting with the banker. I asked him to trust me and he let me handle that part by myself. While my father was waiting I left out the back door with one of the bank security guards and we went a few blocks farther down to the other bank. I took care of some business and then I came back to the branch where my father was waiting. They brought me to a back room and then stacks of cash were placed in front of me. It was all very surreal. So much money. It kind of made me tremble even just to see it.

I signed a form and then they gave me a special check for $200K to give to my father as per the conditions of the contract that I'd signed. Then I left my banker with some instructions on what to do with the rest of the cash.

My father was overjoyed to get the check the same day, not knowing that I hadn't gone about producing it the way he thought I might. Then it was my turn to wait as he did what he needed to do with the money. He was so happy when he finally finished that he hugged me right in the bank lobby.

"You know, I think I'm going to change the name of the company. What do you think of Ferris and Son's? Huh? Rebranding will give us an excuse to revitalize all the..." He went on and on, all the way back home. At the house, my mother was super friendly as well. It almost made me think I'd get an invite to my sister's birthday party.

I had dinner with them and then I got ready to leave. On my way out to wait for the taxi ride I'd summoned, I popped back into the house for a moment. My little sister was watching TV while my parents were slow dancing to music that apparently only they could hear over by the dining room table.

"So, just in case any of you want to call Unsolved Mysteries later, I'm off to go do unspeakable things with college girls. Don't wait up."

Later that night, my sister found me waiting outside her apartment. She was worried at first that our parents would find us together but I reassured her. Not once that night were we bothered. Nor the next night when I came to spend the night with Terri again.

On Saturday, she wanted to be cautious and asked me to spend at least that night at the pool house to keep our parents from being suspicious. I didn't care. I had gotten the promise that they'd leave me alone and as far as they knew, I was sleeping with college girls.

By Tuesday of the following week, Mrs. Carver had finally found someone to replace me. I stayed on at the coffee shop for another couple of days until the new guy got the hang of things. Then I was free. I thanked Mrs. Carver for giving me a chance and letting me learn the coffee business. Then, at the end of Thursday, I didn't work there anymore but Mrs. Carver asked if she could call me to fill in if ever the new guy was sick or anything.

I had spent every night since Sunday at Terri's. Even when she wanted me to stay at the pool house I just didn't listen and she wasn't going to turn me away. The first three nights we had sex over and over again but the fourth night we were just happy to be together.

As it happened, when Friday came she had the day off and I had no more job. We drove out of town together and went to a popular water park. We presented ourselves to people as boyfriend and girlfriend and no one questioned it.

That night, instead of driving all the way back to town, we stayed in a countryside hotel and practiced being husband and wife. It was practice we were going to need too because everything was locking into place for our little fake wedding that was actually going to be real. The way I was setting it up, we were going to be cast in a student film and we'd have to film a wedding scene in a church. Everyone would be there to wish us well, believing that it was all fake. I supposed from a legal point of view, it would be fake since we couldn't do the state paperwork on this. However, I had Rev. Sean locked in to really do a wedding and my sister was on board with really doing a wedding but only me, my sister, and the reverend would know it was real. And in our new life together we'd actually have wedding photos and a wedding video and everything.

There were several times when I was scared that the curse would happen. I was worried. But as long as I was with Terri, it just never did. I could finally feel safe. I could finally let my guard down.

The next week, I was practically moved in with my sister. I still went to the family home to check on things with the pool house and to hear from my parents that everything was just so wonderful now that they had my money. I wondered how long that was going to last.

...

The next Friday night was the big event that my father had told us about. We all got on a plane and flew to another city. Then we had to all get changed into super fancy stuff because movie stars, politicians, and even alleged royalty was going to be there. If wearing a tie was bad, wearing a tux was worse. At the place where the party was going to be held we had to pass through a bunch of security just to get in. I had to take off my shoes and then put them back on while some other asshole just got waved through. I can tell you, I was already not feeling the vibe of this place. Whatever was going on, it was not worth all this, at least not to me.

Once we got past the maze of armed guards I found myself surrounded by snobs. Look at all the rich people with too much money. Then again, I guess that included me too only I didn't feel that way. Maybe they didn't either and I was just being judgmental. But they did say that money would change a person.

So to give you the basic picture, there were gold chandeliers and gold curtains and golden plates. It was like yellow had been blanketly spray painted on everything. I was told to stand to the side and keep out of people's way. All these people were much more important than me after all. I should feel honored just to be in the same room with them. I shouldn't expect to actually get introduced or get a picture with them unless they say it is ok.

Now, just to say this plainly I did not ask about any of this. I just kept my mouth shut and hoped I could get away from this party as quickly as possible. I was being quiet and some people took that to mean I was a good listener so they started just spilling the whole life story of the queen and the connection she had to the president and vice president as well as the fact that the movie star was related to the vice president's family in some way and on and on and on. No wonder people say it's all about who you know.

Sitting at my assigned seat at the table for dinner wasn't comfortable no matter how delicious the food was. Mingling wasn't really fun since tux shoes were not made for walking around in. These things were not the right size. OUCH. Then we all had to pause while we watched a live video feed of the first woman president tell the queen she was sorry she could not attend herself. Reelection must really be time consuming. Either that or she didn't want to have to share the frame with an even older and uglier woman world leader.

Then we got to watch a sneak preview of a scene from the movie star's newest film that wasn't even out yet. It was all very dignified but I noticed that I could see her nipple through her costume in the film. Well, that explained why they were aiming for a pg13 rating because anyone much older than that was going to need a bit more than the outline of a nipple to get them interested.

Everyone clapped and I played along even though I felt her line delivery was just fucking terrible. No wonder she had to let them sexualize her in film. She couldn't act. If she wasn't related to the vice president, it would likely be the case that the only acting she'd be doing would be in porn. That would be funny, her having to get naked and let men she'd only met an hour or so earlier fuck her. I could just imagine it and smiled while I did so.

I really didn't mean to be such an ass but it was so obviously clear that she wasn't cut out for acting. Maybe if she got some training she'd be better. Or maybe it was the case that no one wanted to tell her she was doing a bad job because of who her family was. But clapping at a performance like that was just ego stroking. She should do herself and the world a huge favor and get out of acting and let women who were actually talented have a chance.

My sisters were talking together and my mother was standing there like she was the most important person in the room even though no one took notice of her. My father was working the room when I noticed he got a call. He did not look happy. He ran outside the ballroom and started to quietly yet harshly speak with the person on the other end.

"No, that isn't what we agreed. You put a stop to it." ... "No, I can't open the offices today. I'm out of town. You've all known that for two months now."

I couldn't look away. Despite my best efforts I couldn't keep from smiling. Really, he should be happy. In the end, I was going to end up owning a lot more of his company than he'd planned for so he should be ecstatic.

My own curiosity was getting the better of me and I decided to find a place to be alone for a moment. I wanted to call my banker and get an update. I'd gotten one two days earlier and I didn't really expect her to have any new information for me but now that word had gotten to my father about my scheme I wanted to have someone to talk about it with.

It had been so hard not telling anyone, not even Terri what I had planned. Not that I didn't trust Terri but I figured it would be best not to say anything until it was done and wouldn't have any chance of failure.

I had instructed my banker to set up a holding company for me. That holding company had only one purpose, to buy as much of my father's company as his partners would be willing to sell. The last I'd heard, I was sitting at a full forty percent ownership and that was without the shares I'd gotten through my father. The final holdouts were asking for a fortune to release their final shares and my banker had advised me not to buy at that price. So, along with the 15% that I'd purchased through my father, I now had a majority ownership position in the company. My father's plan to become the largest share owner again had failed and he was going nuts over the fact the he didn't know who was doing this. It was hysterical to see. I owned his company and I still didn't really know what he did.

I found a little side room that had a couple of sofas and a coffee table and not much else. I quickly got my shoes off and let my feet air out. Then I got my phone out to call my banker when there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?' I asked.

A tall woman who was part of the queen's party of people came into the room and closed the door behind her. She was a blond with very bright blue eyes. She looked to be about the same age as me.

"Can I help you?" I asked with more of an air of superiority than I usually sounded. Look, I had claimed this room. I'd even taken my shoes off and she just decided to encroach on me.

"I don't believe we've met." she said. Wow, the British accent was strong with this one.

"No. You are?"

She looked at me with disdain. "You really don't know?"

"In jolly old wherever you're from, is it the custom to ask questions you already know the answers to?"

"Marga ... ahem ... Margaret Just Margaret." she said.

"Nice to meet you. I'm John."

She extended her hand to me and I did the thing where you don't really shake a woman's hand, you hold it like you're going to kiss it but then just don't.

"Nice to meet you, too; John."

"Anyway, I was just about to make a private phone call."

"Oh dear. I'm ever so sorry. Don't mind me. I won't make a sound."

"I don't suppose you could not make a sound on the other side of the door?"

"Well, you see, it's just that ... oh dear."

"Ok. Fine. I don't care and I really don't want to know. But if you're going to be in here, guard the door."

"The door?"

"Yeah. The thing that opens the hole in the wall that we go through. I don't want anyone else coming in so if you're going to be in here, make sure that doesn't happen. Capisce?"

"Right. I'm on it. You can count on me."

Honestly I wouldn't count on her for bunk but giving her a task kept her away from me as I got on the line with my banker.

I was waiting on the line listening to the bank's hold music when I looked back over at the blond. Yeah, she was attractive and nearly adorable when she smiled at me. Too bad her accent made her sound like she was speaking a foreign language or she'd be quite the catch for some guy. Not me of course. I was unbelievably on the path to matrimony. I wondered if not for the curse thing if I'd really be so eager to really just be with my sister for the rest of my life. I loved my sister unquestionably. It just seemed so fast to come to that decision. But being with her I hadn't had a curse episode in something like two weeks now. The last one had actually been initiated by me.

"Hello." my banker said.

"Hello, Mrs. James. It's John Ferris."

"Mr. Ferris. What can I do for you?"

"Nothing much, I just want to get a quick status on my little project."

"I haven't heard anything. Let me take a look at the file and see if there's been any activity."

"My dad is about to flip his top."

"We did get an offer in."

"For how much?"

"Oh, actually now that I'm looking at it, it's an offer to buy some of your shares."

"Don't sell anything. Just buy."

"No problem. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"Great. Oh, and I probably should have asked this before but can I sell shares to myself?"

"What do you mean?"

"The shares that I bought under my own name. Can I sell those to the holding company?"

"Sure but there are easier ways to do it. Come to my office on Monday and we can talk about it."

"Ok. Morning or afternoon."

"Your choice. Oh, I just got another offer in. It's tagged as urgent. It's from your father. He's offering triple for the shares."

"Triple? Don't sell. No way. Only buy if you get a chance, otherwise just sit on it."

"Sure thing. Anything I can help you with?"

"Not now. I'll see you on Monday."

"Great. Enjoy your weekend."

"You too."

I had instinctively started facing the corner when I actually got a human voice. Now that the call was over I turned around and low and behold, another girl in the room.

"What did I tell you?" I said.

"Oh, that's right. I wasn't supposed to let anyone in."

I was about to tell the new girl to get the fuck out of my way so I could watch my father have a meltdown when I suddenly recognized her. I didn't know her name but I knew her face from the terrible movie scene we'd all just watched. Something in me was telling me to be polite but what used did I have with being star struck.

"You're a shit actress, just so you know. Now move."

Click.

"No. ... No, no, no, no, no. What are you doing?"

"What do you think? You won the lottery and now this shit actress is going to let you get lucky."

I pushed past her to the door. Damn. Shut tight. I was very angry when I turned around to look at the two women helping each other get undressed from their overly complicated dresses. I knew it wasn't really their fault but damn if I wasn't actually really angry with them at that moment.

"Do you have any idea what you've done?" I yelled.

"I haven't done anything yet, but I'm going to." the actress said.

"I just wanted to get a moment alone from the queen. I didn't mean for this but now I think I'll join in. This looks just smashing. I'm so excited."

It was the curse talking. Had to be. She couldn't really sound like that in real life.

I turned back to the door. Uncle John had said something about a way out. The handle was frozen in place. I kicked it and the door didn't even vibrate. What could it be? Through the walls? No. He'd said something about actually opening the doors. Or maybe he was joking. One last laugh. It would be his style, like sending me all over the world on a wild goose chase.

I stood there looking at the door and trying to figure out how to open it. When I turned back around the two women were already completely naked and doing sixty nine with each other.

Ok, I'll just go ahead and say it. That was hot. Objectively, that was really sexy just then and I was getting a hard on. The problem wasn't that this couldn't be great. The problem was that my own free will was stripped from me and in a way I was guilty of causing it to happen to them.

"Come bring me your cock." the foreign girl said. "I want to suck it."

"No." I answered.

"Do it. The future queen commands you."

"Future queen, ay?"

"You really don't know who I am?"

"I have to be honest. I really don't fucking care. There are three people in this room and you are the least important. Do you know who I am? No. Cause I'm so important you're not even qualified to know. In fact, I can prove it. No dick for you."

"What?" she said in shock. "That's ... um ... oh my. That's not how ..."

"No. Get your hands off of me. No dick for you."

"Please."

"Bow down and kiss my feet, pretender."

The foreign girl did as I commanded and the actress looked puzzled. "You know you really shouldn't talk to her like that. Now that her uncles and cousins are dead she is the next in line for ..."

"Shut it. I don't feel like hearing you run your mouth. She's got my left, you kiss my right. Do it or no dick for you."

And she did. No complaint about it.

I did have half a mind to just let them go from kissing my feet to sucking my dick so that the sex could happen and then I could get out of there. But then again, I'd miss my chance to learn something new about the curse. Of course the most ideal situation would be to not be cursed but if I was going to be cursed then I was going to make the most of it.

"Ok. Here's what we're going to do. There's a party going on in the ballroom. I am going to the rest of that party. If I miss any more of the party, then no dick for either of you."

They moaned and complained at that. "Please. We'll do whatever you ask. Just please fuck us. PLEASE." they begged.

"Whatever I ask? Fine. Open the door."

"But we need privacy."

"Only for fucking and that's not going to happen until AFTER the Party. Get it? Now get dressed, both of you and then get that fucking door open. I don't care how you do it, just do it."

Once they were both dressed again and I had my shoes back on to my amazement, the actress was able to just unlock and open the door like it was nothing. Not fair. I'm calling it. That bullshit was not fair. Fuck that door.

It was about five meters down the hall to the door to the grand ballroom where the party was being held. The two guards at the door recognized us and just let us in without a word. Back inside the party, the two women were each clinging to one side of me and acting all lovey dovey. I really hoped my sister didn't see us like this. Oh no. Too late!

"John, what's going on?" Terri asked me.

"Untalented actress and powerless descendant of a military dictator, please meet Terri. She's very important to me so show respect."

Both women fighting to be closer to me turned to introduce themselves to my sister. And just then my other sister and my mother both came over to see what was going on but before that could happen, some snobby looking guys came to attempt to collect the foreign girl for alleged queen of some unimportant little place that was now just a sub-jurisdiction of the new European super-state. I think I remembered that they had actually voted to leave the EU before it became one big Republic but then the first woman president came to power and threatened them with all kinds of sanctions if they pulled out. So now England was just one state in a weird united states of Europe only with some states having a monarch. All the flags of Europe all had to have the old EU flag in the upper left corner now.

Anyway the foreign girl refused to leave my side even when I told her it would be ok to leave for a little bit. "No, then you're going to fuck her and not me and it's not fair." she whispered in my ear.

Well, what could I do?

Then other people were taking an interest in these happenings and people started to ask me all kinds of questions like who I was and what I was doing there. I was smart enough not to answer anything and instead commanded the two women to answer for me and keep these peasants in line.

My goal was to find my father and see what was going on. I found him sitting at the table in his assigned seat. A crowd followed me and any hope I had of getting my father into a conversation about the company so I could know what he was planning ended. Instead, he got wrapped up into asking me what was going on.

Eventually I found myself sitting in my assigned seat but I turned it away from the table towards the more open area of the ballroom. When I sat down, each woman sat at my feet and affectionately put their heads on my lap. The crown princess of ... well I was going to say, as if it was all scandalous or something that the crown princess of the island and all the other places that used to be their colonies was at the moment acting like my lap dog but I guess considering the country's then current position in the world, it really wasn't all that important. Who cared?

Well, the then current queen cared. If her ... well, I wasn't sure exactly how they were related. But anyway, if her, I'm just guessing here, granddaughter wouldn't come to her then she was going to come to us.

Someone poked my side and told me to stand for the queen. Ha. When the queen came I politely asked her to bend the knee.

"I'd also ask you to kiss my ring but I'm afraid I haven't brought one."

The ancient woman was clutching her purse with one hand and used a wave of her other hand to ask someone to bring her a chair. She sat down in front of me. She only spoke in a very low voice and only after some of her people cleared the crowd that wanted to get close. Even in the middle of the ballroom it was almost like we were in private.

"You're a very rude young man." she told me. "What's the meaning of this?"

"What's the meaning of you coming over here and expecting me to answer to you? You're not my equal. You can't even vote. If you would have just wanted to come over to talk that would be one thing but your goon there told me I had to stand as if I was subject to you or something."

"And is she now subject to you?"

"For now."

"I know what this is." she said. I had to smile and almost laughed at that.

"Really? You think so."

"Your great uncle was mister John Argento. Correct?"

"How did you know that?"

"You came to a party like this and expected anonymity?" Then she waved at a guy and he brought over a black plastic folder. From the folder she showed me a photo of a very young Uncle John standing next to a very young version of the old woman while she was wearing an army uniform and had grease smeared on her face. They were both standing next to one of those old WWII trucks with the engine hood propped open.

"He had a big head at times too." the old woman said. "But we eventually earned each other's respect. I know what you have to do and I know about the rule of three. I know it can't be helped. I only ask you not to abuse her."

"I certainly have no plan to."

"I didn't know this spell ran in the family."

"I'm the only one currently in case you're curious. Honestly I would have liked for it to pass me by."

"I remember your great uncle was made to suffer greatly by what he was made to do by me."

"I'm actually engaged to be married. My future wife has to see me like this. Imagine what that does to her."

"You're very young to be getting married."

"Well, I'm hoping something in the magic of matrimony will finally put an end to this kind of thing happening."

"I will pray for your success."

"Thank you."

"Now please, release her. Go back to the place this started, and release her. Stop making a spectacle of her acting like this. I beg you."

The queen was begging me. But I guess in that moment she wasn't a queen. She was a frail old woman who'd lost most of her family including her sons and her husband in a terrorist attack and now her last living heir was under my control and she just wanted what was best for her family. She wasn't demanding or commanding. She wasn't just asking. She was begging me. She wasn't acting higher or superior. She was treating me like her peer or even her better and she was politely asking that I not harm her family.

Yeah, even I'm not asshole enough to refuse that.

I nodded in agreement. "Come on ladies. We need some privacy."

Each woman was clinging to me as we left the ballroom and the guards surrounded us as we went down the hall to the little room where I'd made my phone call. Once we were back in the room, the three of us were in private again though guards were posted outside the door to ensure no one bothered us.

No sooner had the door been shut again than the women ripped their dresses off as fast as their hands could go. I was still just standing there wondering if Uncle John had actually had sex with the queen. Well, they were both old and both of them would have been young at some point. It was just so weird.

Anyway, back to the task at hand. There really was almost no fun to it at this point. There were people outside who knew what we were going to be doing in here. This was again an obligation to be performed not anything I'd call enjoyable. It was too bad because how many guys could say they had sex with both a princess and a hollywood leading actress at the same time.

"Now, before we fuck, you both have to promise to come to my wedding."

"Wedding? To who?" one of them asked. I couldn't be bothered to notice which.

"To the woman I love. Now you have to both promise or we can just stay in her all day with no sex."

"I promise." the movie star said.

"Good. Don't forget now or it will go bad for you."

"I won't."

"And I promise too." the foreign girl said.

"Very good. And I will hold you to that promise. Don't even try to think of getting out of it."

"I'd never dream of it."

"Oh, before I forget, I need phone numbers for both of you. Not to managers or secretaries either. I want your private number that goes directly to you and no one else."

I got my pants off and sat on the little sofa there. I closed my eyes and tried to think of my sister. One of the girls started to suck my dick. I didn't care which one and I tried to keep my eyes closed. But then as I felt the presence of the other girl come to my side I just had to know who's mouth was on me so I looked. The actress was really going to town on me and the princess was wide eyed as she looked on. The princess was biting her lip and her hands were feeling up her own body.

"You want some, don't you?" the actress said.

The princess nodded and brought her face close to my dick. Instead of starting to suck it she instead started to kiss the actress. With the head of my dick being one corner of a triangle the two girls were licking each other's tongues. Somehow they were full on kissing with my cock being between them. I can't say the physical feeling was anything great but it was visually very interesting to see the head of my dick pass from one mouth to another and yet the kiss never really disconnected.

The next thing to happen was the princess was taking her turn to suck my dick but as she had seemingly never done that before the actress was giving her pointers. The princess was just sucking the head at first while the actress pumped my shaft but then the actress got the princess to put her hands on me and take over that part. Then the actress tried to teach the princess to do a deep throat but that was pushing the poor girl too far.

The actress raised one of her legs and put it on the other side of me. She was facing me and letting me suck on her tits while the princess continued to suck my cock. Then the princess moved out of the way and aimed my cock up at the hollywood cunt and the actress lowered herself down onto me.

So, if any of you ever wondered if movie star pussy felt any better than any other pussy, the answer is no. But I will go ahead and give it to her that she was more photogenic when I took pictures of me fucking her. The princess girl even took my phone and got full body shots of me with the movie star as a favor to me.

Up, down, grind, wiggle. Up, down, grind, wiggle. The actress really knew how to fuck. "You know, you could do porn with a cock like this." she said.

"Speaking from experience?"

"Don't be an asshole."

I reached over to her asshole and pressed it with the tip of my finger. That sent a jolt through her body. "Am I fucking yours later?"

"If you want to."

"Cause I can have whatever I want, right?"

"Of course." she answered as she pushed herself all the way down onto me as far as was possible and kissed me on the lips. When the kiss ended and she started moving her pussy up and down my cock again I had a question for her.

"Would you mind if I moved out to hollywood to be closer to you?"

"It's a free country."

"Not like hers, right."

The princess objected. "We have a free country too." She seemed to bounce to my side and did a few play hits onto my shoulder.

"I could move out to hollywood and we could fuck all the time."

"Sounds like a plan." the actress said as she enjoyed my cock.

"And I could be your boyfriend."

She paused fucking me and looked down at me. "No."

"Why not?"

"Just, I mean, it wouldn't work. I'm so busy."

"You can be busy and we can still fuck."

"I know that but I don't have enough time for a boyfriend. I really don't."

"But you have enough time to fuck."

"Exactly. We can be friends with fuck privileges."

"We're friends?"

"Sure."

"But not boyfriend girlfriend."

"I thought you were getting married."

"You can be my side piece."

"Ok. See. There. That's reasonable."

I had to laugh and shake my head.

I wanted to change it up a bit and so pushed the actress of of me and got up. I got the princess to bend over so I could take her from behind. That turned out to be more difficult than I imagined it would be. She was a virgin. Instead she had to lay on her back on the sofa and I had to go in missionary from above her.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"18." she replied.

Eighteen huh? Ok. Old enough. As she was on her back and I took my time sucking her small tits for a bit. She was already heated up but I felt a bit more would be needed if she was a virgin. At least that's what I'd learned from the other virgins I'd been with. Then I started to get my cock into her while I had the movie star snapping away with the camera app in my phone.

So, does allegedly 'royal' pussy feel any better than normal pussy? No. Though, to be fair, she was better than the movie star probably owing to the fact that she was a virgin. It might also be that she was really getting into this too. I brought her to orgasm but then she seemed to not come out of it. She stayed in an orgasmic state as I continued to fuck her and go deeper and deeper. She had a full body blush and she was rocking her hips to the rhythm of my thrusting.

Then, when I was able to cum in her, she reached the climax of her climax and gushed some kind of goo all over my dick.

"Let me taste. Let me taste." the actress said. As soon as I moved out of the way, she put herself on top of the princess and they were in sixty nine. So I did the natural thing and I went behind the actress, and with my balls dangling above the princess' face, I fucked the movie star from behind.

Here we go. Almost there. Almost ... Almost ... Focus. This is so sexy, I told myself to help it along. Come on. Come on.

It was kind of a small orgasm for me but it would be enough to put an end to this episode.

When it was over, I didn't even wait for them to realize what they had both just done. I started getting my clothes back on though I didn't bother with the bow tie again. I was eager to get the hell out of the building. The old woman might be all nice and everything while I had power over the crown princess but now that the deed was done, I had just this itty bitty tiny fear that maybe the guards were going to take me to the basement and probably shoot me.

However, in the hallway I remained unmolested. Back in the ballroom I went to my sister and told her "We need to go. Now."

"What was ..."

"Listen to me. No time. We have to go. Right now. Grab your ..."

I felt a blunt object tap me on the shoulder. I turned and there was the queen with her people around her. Oh shit. Here it comes.

I'll save you the play by play since it was a whirlwind of events that I didn't really understand or have control over. The gist is that the vice president, for his actions promoting social justice, was being given a knighthood by both the queen of the island and some little church in Italy that no one thought of as the true church anymore. Because of diplomatic something something the ceremony was to be conducted on US soil. My family, and specifically my father's company, had been instrumental in helping get something called a special district erected that would help swing the next election to guarantee that the president's party would take over the state government. Therefore, in gratitude of that service, we were allowed to attend the knighting of the vice president.

But the vp wasn't the only one knighted that day. I got roped into all of it and I was awarded with the royal victory order. So now I was "Sir John". Or was it "Lord John"? I heard a guy call me lord during everything. You'd think I'd be curious to go look up what this all meant and what the rules were but I honestly felt like this was a huge imposition on me. How was I going to get married to my sister in a semi secret ceremony if I was a guy who would eventually have an encyclopedia page published about me?

You know what this was. I'll tell you if you don't. This was the old woman setting it up so that I'd be below her instead of her equal. As a US citizen I was actually more than her equal but as a knight I was subordinate to her. She wasn't raising me up, she was trying to tell me that she was putting me back in my place.

Before leaving the party I had one more short conversation with the woman who was queen of other people but not me.

"This rank is bestowed on you for service to the monarch. I hope I can count on you in the future should the need ever arise."

Wow. What was I to say to something like that? That's one of those things where you know you're being manipulated from a mile away but you have to just do what they want because you haven't been left with any other good options. After all, I wasn't going to say 'thanks for the knighthood but fuck you old lady'. Also, saying something to try and reaffirm my status as someone independent and thus not subject to the crown would imply a prolonged relationship that I didn't desire. So saying something like "I hope we can rely on each other' was out. No, no. The easiest thing that would get me the hell away from these people the fastest would be to just do what I did.

"You can rely on me. Now and always." See what I did there. Now she'll forget I even exist because she'll think I was just one of the small folk again. I was willing to let her think that about me so long as I could untangle myself from these foreigners and put this day behind me.

"I'm very glad to hear it. I will keep you in my prayers."

Finally it was all over and we could go.

Once the party was over and the sun was nowhere to be found we all started to leave, including my family. Before we could even get out of the building everyone was asking over and over again "What did the queen say? What did you talk about? Why? Who? What? Where?". Over and over and over again. And then over again just to annoy me to the max.

My younger sister looked it up on her phone and started laughing. "This is the same award the queen gives to the woman who cleans her toilets."

"She's not the queen." I objected. "This is America. She's just an old lady here."

"Ok, Sir John."

"What did you talk about with her?" my mother asked again.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

"You know, this means you can never be president." my little sister said. "You can't have a title of nobility and be president. Not that anyone would vote for a loser like you, though."

Ugh. I wished I had some duct tape to put over her mouth. "So, dad, what was all that stuff on the phone about the company?"

"Nothing to be concerned with. I've got it under control. Don't worry."

"But what was it?"

"Uh ... Maybe it's best if we talk about it later. You know, man to man."

Of course it was too late to go to the airport and fly home. So we had to stay the night in a hotel. I made no secret about the fact that Terri and I were going to share a room and we weren't going to hear any arguing about it. I reminded my parents that they had both agreed to trust me. One in the hotel room my first order of business was to get the snob clothes off and then take a shower to get the snob girl juices off my dick so I could be clean when I had wholesome sex with my sister.

After my shower I relaxed while my sister took hers. Whe she got out she asked me if the queen was a jacobite or a hannover.

"How would I know?" I responded. "And she's not the queen. At best she's like an ambassador or something."

"You didn't like ... um ..."

"What?"

"You didn't have to like, have sex with her, did you?"

"Ew. NO! But Uncle John did I think."

"What?"

"Not sure. I mean she didn't come right out and say it but I got the feeling that she said enough. Though, I probably shouldn't be telling you so you have to keep the secret."

"We're getting ready to have sex all night long and you're worried about me keeping a secret?"

"Just saying. I tell you about these things because we need to trust each other."

"Ok. So who did you have to have sex with. I know it was somebody."

"Um ... The princess."

"And?"

"The actress who was in the movie clip we saw."

"Anyone else?"

"No, just two. Always just two."

"And it really wasn't your choice somehow?"

"You saw what they were doing."

"I guess I should feel lucky that my man is so desirable. Or I should feel angry that you keep fucking around. But I don't feel either of those. I'm really just confused."

"Well, ok." I went to my bag and got out the letter from Uncle John. I handed it to my sister. "Read that and it might shed some light on the situation."

"Read what?" she asked when she unfolded the letter.

"That. Go ahead."

"What is this?"

"Uncle John left that for me in the deposit box. Go ahead. Read it."

"There's nothing on the page."

"Say that again."

"There's nothing written here." she said.

I looked down at the paper and I could see the words written in ink clear as day. "Right there. You can't see that?"

"Do I have to hold it up to the light or something?"

"Just when I think this can't get any fucking weirder."

"You mean to tell me you can see something?"

"Yes. It's right there. Handwritten."

"Read it to me then."

I took the letter back and I attempted to read the first line of it out loud to her. "I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I see the words and I try to say the sentence but my mouth won't say it."

"Is this a joke?"

"Why would I joke about this? Come on. I get knighted all of the sudden. Why? This is not normal. This is not natural. So if it's not part of the natural order then what is it? I can't say the word but you can. Come on."

"It's God punishing us for being in love."

I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed. She came to sat next to me and hugged me. "Are you ever going to stop fucking other women?"

"That's my plan."

"Cause if we get married like you're talking about, you had better stop."

"I'm working on it. And look, if you don't want me to fuck other women, then you have to stay by me all the time."

"I would like to think I could trust you if you were going to really be my husband."

"I am really going to be your husband. This isn't a trust thing. Ok. If you don't want me to fuck other women then you have to by standing next to me all the time. Ok. 24 hours a day."

"I have class and work."

"I'll just have give you a bunch of money and go to class with you."

"And then you'll stop."

"Hopefully."

"What do you mean, hopefully. Yes or no?"

"I want to stop. I think that if I'm with you all the time then it will at least pause until I'm not with you."

"What do you mean by it? What's it?"

I couldn't answer her question so I kissed her instead. We were about to get into it and start fucking but then came a knock on the door. We tried to ignore it but they knocked four, then five, then six times. Fuck, they had promised to leave me alone.

I went to the door while Terri pretended to be sleeping.

"What?" I said when I found my parents on the other side.

"Something's wrong." my dad said.

"Yeah, no shit. I'm sleepy. We can talk tomorrow."

"We need to talk now son."

"Mom, we're going to do this man to man if that's ok."

My mother didn't like it and mumbled something about sexism as she left but leave she did.

"Ok, what's up?" I asked as if I didn't already know.

"Did you say anything to anyone about what we're doing at the company?"

"I don't even really understand what we're doing at the company."

"Did you say anything? To anyone?"

"No."

He was pacing back and forth so instead of doing that outside I let him come into the hotel room. He was about to full on have a panic attack. "We're ruined." he said.

"Why? What happened?"

"We can't get a controlling vote. We can still be out voted."

"Ok. I'm not even going to pretend to understand why we need to be able to swing the vote one way or the other. I thought this was about money and a larger piece of the revenue."

"It is at the end but we need to make moves to make that happen."

"So make your moves."

"We had one shot to get the company all the way back to family controlled but now everyone is raising prices. They know. They know something is up. They're asking in the middle of the night to go out and open the books up for them."

"Who?"

"The other partners. Someone is approaching them to buy up their interest. This is bad. I can feel it."

"Ok, dad, sit down."

"Don't you understand?"

"Dad. Sit."

He complied and I sat on the foot of the bed near him. "It was me."

"No, this is much deeper than that."

"Dad, the one buying all the other shares is me."

"How?"

"With money."

"What money?"

"My money. I have money."

"You don't have anywhere close to these amounts."

"Dad, I own 55 percent of the company. The company is ours. Please relax."

"You're lying."

I rolled my eyes. "Dad, just go do the thing that you need to do to earn all the extra money you were talking about. You have my permission."

"Don't make light of this son."

"You made three offers tonight to buy my shares and you said one of them was urgent. I refused all of them because I'd rather have shares in the family business than have the money. Plus, if I already own the shares, why pay the transaction fees again. You're welcome by the way."

"You bought my company out from underneath me."

"Isn't that what you wanted me to do? You can do what you need to do to make money for the family now."

It was clear he was not happy about this. He was quiet as I looked at him process this information. "How much did you buy?"

"I got 40 percent. Plus the fifteen that puts me at a total of 55."

Then I saw my father do a thing. He was not happy that I owned more of the company than he did. He wasn't happy to have his plan not work out so he could be completely off the leash. He wasn't happy about it but he wasn't going to be angry. He swallowed it and must have decided to make the best of the situation. After being quiet for a moment he slapped his palms to his thighs, pop his head up to look at me, and then smile. "This is going to be great."

"Great?"

"Yes. Ferris and Son's. This is going to be big. This is going to be wonderful. I assume we're on the same page about what the company needs to do."

"Sure. Just don't lose money."

"Oh, don't worry, son. Trust your old man. We're about to do big things. We're about to make a lot of money."

"Great. Oh, and dad, just so we're completely on the same page about everything, I'm getting married soon."

"What? Son, you're mother has talked about ..."

"Dad. Mom has no idea what's really going on."

"It's a bad idea for you to get married, son. We control the company again. If you get married your wife could divorce you the next day and then we're back to the beginning.""Not if we do it the way I want to do it."

"Son, prenuptual agreements don't work. Your mother has been looking into it because she was worried you'd want to do something like this."

"The marriage will not be legal. It'll just be for family."

My father was shaking his head. "The courts aren't going to let you slip through on a technicality."

"I'm counting on it. Don't worry, dad. Trust your son."

"Who's the girl? When do we get to meet her."

I debated in my head and even though I knew it might put me in the doghouse, it was better to move things to a resolution now that things were more firmly set in place.

"Ok, don't freak out."

"Is it the black girl? I heard you were dating a black girl. Son, you know no one in the family is racist at all. I'm sure she's a lovely girl. However, ... "

"It's not her."

"Oh."

"When I say the name, you have to promise to be understanding and not flip out."

Just then Terri pushed the covers off of her head. "You better not."

"We have to eventually." I said.

"Better not what?" my father asked.

Terri got out of bed and came over to the table. "John better not get married. He's still in high school."

"She has a point, son. You should at least wait until you're out of high school."

"I'm rich. Why do I need to go to high school?"

"Because I paid for it."

"I'll pay you back."

"Son, you need an education if you're going to take over the business from me one day."

"Let Terri take it over."

"Pft, I don't want it." she said.

"I thought you were ok with me getting married." I said to her.

"I am, but not right now. Not immediately."

"It has to be this summer." I said.

"That's kind of soon, isn't it son. How long have you known this girl?"

"Terri, let's just tell him."

She made angry face at me and mouthed 'no'.

GRR. "Fine. I won't get married this summer. But I have a girl I'm seeing and it's going well. Ok. You can tell mom that I'm not sleeping around and the girl I with we can totally trust. She's not any kind of threat to the family at all."

"When can I meet her?"

"Let me talk to her about it."

My father then turned the conversation back to the future being great and how he had all these plans and it was just going to make so much money. Yeah, yeah. Get out. I wanted to fuck my sister. I needed to reconnect with her pussy after being forced to fuck other women.

Once I got my father out of the door I turned back to Terri to start things up again but she seemed angry with me. She had her back to me as she laid in bed and wouldn't let me touch her. Fuck. Or rather, no fuck. Damn.

I laid in bed looking up at the ceiling. Were things with my father really going to work out? Was the company ok? Was I really going to be able to pull off getting married to my sister? I hoped so. And I hoped that her being with me was able to keep me with only just her. The curse really was a curse after all. Uncle John was right. As good as it could be in the moment, it hurt.

In the night, Terri's body came to me. She pulled me out of my light sleep as she was kissing my side and feeling my body with her hands.

"I love you." she said to me. "You're going to be my husband."

"You're going to be my wife." I answered.

Once my dick was erect she got on top of me and started to fuck me. "Don't ever fucking tell them anything." she said. "You want to be with me, you keep your mouth shut."

"Ok. But we have to be together. We have to stay close all the time. I can't be away from you for a moment."

"Oh, we will. And I think I know what I have to do to get your dick to only be mine."

"Stay near me."

"You want me to be your wife then I'm going to act like a real wife. You go fucking any other women and I'll fuck the next ten guys I see and make you watch."

I really wished I could just get her to understand. "It's not my fault."