Sex Wealth Love in That OrderChapter 5
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The next morning, the randy trio came to within a hair’s breadth of being caught in flagrante delicto. It was very close!
Nadia awoke to the delicious feeling of something warm and firm moving slowly back and forth between her legs. When she opened her eyes, there was Jerrod sound asleep right in front of her, so the intruder could only be Eric. She was pleased. There was nothing she loved more than waking up to sex with her little brother, but Eric’s cock was something she’d been lusting after from the moment she laid eyes on Jerrod’s photos.
She pushed back and wiggled her butt around to confirm her willingness to play, and in response, a hand slid under her arm and cupped her tit. She reached down between her legs to find the knob of a very large, very hard erection, lifted her leg and guided it into her opening already oozing wetness in anticipation. Yet, as well-lubed as her passage was, it still required some adjustment on her part and a lot of repeated pushing and probing on Eric’s part before he could press it in far enough to fill her to capacity.
“Mmmm! Very nice,” she murmured softly once the feeling of being stretched eased. “I’ve never felt this full before.”
Eric put his forehead against her shoulder and whispered, “Glad you like it. I really like the feeling of your bottom against my belly.”
She turned her head and asked, “Should we wake our lover-in-common and ask him to join us?”
“Up to you, but his behind got a major workout last night. Maybe he needs time to recover.”
“Not so much,” Jerrod chuckled, opening his eyes.
As Eric began to repeatedly stuff Nadia’s vagina full of stiff cock with long, slow strokes, she snaked her hand under the blankets and found her brother’s very responsive weenie, giving it a loving squeeze. “Mmm, nice, Bro. Maybe I’ll have this for breakfast.”
She bent her body forward, still impaled on Eric’s rod, and disappeared under the blankets to take her brother’s stiffening wood into her mouth. Jerrod threw back the covers and watched his elder sibling do very nice things to his swelling erection. Damn, what an amazing sister!
Passions, pulses and respirations began to increase to a fever pitch. Then, just as the three of them were about to be overwhelmed by that most wonderful of sensations, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Everything came to a dead stop as the doorknob turned and the door began to open.
Jerrod quickly and instinctively jerked the blankets up to his chin and bent his knee, making a tent to hide the lump in the bed between him and Eric.
Eric froze in mid-thrust when Mrs. Berman peeked around the door and said, “Oh for goodness sakes, what a pair of lazybones! It’s almost ten in the morning, boys! Time to get up and meet the day!”
Jerrod faked a yawn and lied, “Um, we were just getting up, Mom. In fact, I think I heard Nadia in the bathroom. We’ll be downstairs in a few minutes, okay?”
Fortunately, the drapes were drawn and the room was still in deep shadow, so all Mrs. Berman could see from the brightly lit hallway was a collection of dark, amorphous shapes. Since it never would have occurred to her that her daughter might be under the blanket sucking on her son’s genitals while she got her own enthusiastically plowed from behind by their dinner guest, her eyes didn’t look for, and therefore didn’t perceive anything suspicious.
“About time,” she said. “I’m leaving to do some shopping, so you kids will have to make your own breakfast. I should be home around four or so.”
Nadia never stopped sucking on her brother’s root and Jerrod was on the verge of shooting his load into her mouth. “Um, yeah,” he softly gasped as he struggled to hold off his ejaculation, “we’ll see you then, Mom. And don’t worry about breakfast because I’ll do the cooking this morning. I thought I’d make waffles for me and Eric. I promise to clean up the kitchen when we’re done.”
“That’s my boy. And good morning to you, Eric. I hope you slept well.”
“Uh, yes, Mrs. Berman, I slept just fine, thank you.”
“Good. Well, you be sure to say hello to your mom and dad. See you kids later.”
Mrs. Berman started to close the door, but stopped and took a couple of sniffs. “Why does it smell so, um, I don’t know, like musty, organic or something in here? You really ought to open your window and air your room out once in a while, Jerrod.”
“Yeah, well, um, it’s probably because Eric and I were wrestling around last night and got all sweaty. I guess we need to take a shower.”
The door was no sooner closed than Nadia, mouth stuffed full of her brother’s dick, began snorting with laughing. Jerrod threw back the covers to give her some air and said, “Jeez, I really need to put a lock on that door! I guess we better do what she says and air the room out, too. And we’re definitely gonna need a shower to get the smell of sex off of us.”
Nadia released her prize long enough to say, “All in good time, Bro. Eric and I aren’t finished yet. And neither are you.”
Mrs. Berman’s interruption caused Eric’s heart to go into overdrive and he almost lost his erection, but once the door was closed, he knew his cock still had enough residual body to resume massaging the inside of Nadia’s pussy. He grabbed her hips and began pumping her harder and faster as he watched her deep-throating Jerrod’s cock down to the pubes. Obviously, the girl had more than a little experience sucking cocks.
Mrs. Berman’s interruption also brought on a sense of urgency as first, Jerrod succumbed to Nadia’s ministrations and humped his butt up to fill her eager mouth, then Eric slammed it hard into her juicy box and unleashed an overnight’s accumulation of semen. He kept up the deep, powerful strokes until Nadia stiffened with her own orgasm, shuddered for a few seconds, then went limp, resting her head on Jerrod’s belly as his softening member continued to ooze dribbles of his cum into her mouth.
Eric was the first to hit the shower, followed by Nadia, then Jerrod. Three was definitely a crowd, but somehow, they managed.
After a late breakfast - brunch, really - they lounged around the pool sunning themselves before Eric took his leave and headed next door. After the close bond that had grown between the three of them over the last several hours, he was reluctant to leave the company of his only true friends, but he had things to do and people to see. The business of Granny Sonya’s will still loomed large.
His dad was at his office, of course, and his mom was in the kitchen rubbing spices into a brisket for their supper. She smiled as he came in the back door. “Oh, hi, sweetheart! How was your sleep-over at the Berman’s?”
He blushed a bit at the memory. “It was, um, great. Mrs. Berman cooked a super dinner and Jerrod and I played two of games of GO. Then we watched an old movie on TV. By the way, Nadia is home visiting before she starts her senior year.”
“Is she really? My, my, doesn’t time just fly by? Seems like only yesterday she was your babysitter.”
“Yeah. Well, um, I guess we need to call Mr. Bloom and make an appointment. You know, about the will and stuff.”
He saw his mom’s smile fade just a little as she nodded her head. “Of course. I suppose I should be the one to go with you. Why don’t you call his office and pick a time for us?”
“Okay, I guess I can do that now. Do you have his number?”
“Mr. Bloom left his card on the hall table.”
He started down the hallway, but stopped when his mom said, “Oh, one other thing.”
“What?”
“Guess who called this morning.”
“Who?”
“Rachael.”
“Rachael? What did she want?”
“Well, it seems she and her mom got into a big tiff about something. She called to ask if she could come and stay with us for a while. I wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, but I talked to Rhonda and she agreed it might be for the best, at least for a few days. It would give them a rest from each other, a chance to cool down. We have that spare room next to yours. Would you have any objection to her staying with us for a few days?”
For some reason that he couldn’t put his finger on, Eric was suspicious. He knew from recent experience that Rachael and her mom were devious, manipulative creatures, and he suspected one or both of them might be up to something. Or maybe he was just acting paranoid after the reading of the surprise will. On the plus side, he couldn’t deny he felt a little flutter in his belly at the distinct possibility of some high-energy sex.
“Um, no, I guess not. What were they fighting about? And how long will she be staying?”
“Oh, I don’t know what their issues are. Sometimes I think teenage girls and their mothers are just natural enemies. Seems like your Granny Sonya and I were always at odds. Anyhow, I’m sure she won’t be staying all that long. School starts in about three weeks, so surely not beyond that. I’ll call your dad and ask his opinion. If he’s okay with it, I’ll call Rachael back and tell her to come.”
Eric made an appointment with Mr. Bloom for the next afternoon. His mom would accompany him.
Up in his room, the first thing he did was to look out his window and zero in on Jerrod’s. And there he was, standing there and looking back with a smile on his face and waving. Nadia appeared next to him, grinning as she pushed her index finger repeatedly through the circle she made with the middle finger and thumb of her other hand in the classic fucking sign. Eric laughed and crudely grabbed his crotch.
The Berman sibs were definitely his kind of people and he had to wonder why it had taken him so long to find that out? Eric took his new iPhone from his pocket and tapped Jerrod’s number in his contacts. They were watching each other as his new friend answered with, “My man!”
“Yo, Jerrod! Jeez, I only left you and Nadia fifteen minutes ago and I already miss you. So, how are you guys feeling about our wild and crazy night?”
“My butt’s feeling a little tender, of course, but it’s happy. I don’t think my sister has any complaints, either,” Jerrod joked.
“Um, tell her that I just found out my cousin is coming to stay with us for a while. Nadia might get a shot at sampling Rachael’s goodies after all.”
Jerrod laughed, “Capital! Based on what I’ve seen - and we both know I’ve seen a lot - I wouldn’t mind taking a poke at that myself, if she were willing. When will she be here?”
“Don’t know. Dad has to give his stamp of approval first, but I don’t see that as a problem since I know for a fact that he’s obsessed with her tits. I’d guess a couple of days. Why don’t you talk to Nadia and see if we can work out a time to get together. If Rachael is anything, she’s a major slut and I’m betting she’ll jump at any chance for some group sex.”
Eric watched Jerrod turn and exchange a few words with his sister. When he put the phone back to his ear, he said, “She says she’s very interested and that we’ll get back to you with a plan.”
Nadia was giving him an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Right. Well I’ve got some things to do, so I’ll check in with you guys later. Thanks again for last night’s great adventure.”
“Any time, pal. See ya!”
The meeting with Mr. Bloom wasn’t nearly as formal or intimidating as Eric feared it might be. In fact, it was far more positive and educational than he expected. They began by discussing the total value of Eric’s legacy and how it would all be administered over the next three years until he turned eighteen. He was shocked to learn that, excluding the house and the car, the value of his half of the investments and the savings account came to nearly a quarter of a million dollars. In today’s market, the house was worth another quarter million and the one-year-old SUV blue-booked at over thirty grand. On top of that, the house was stuffed with lots of high-end furniture and appliances. Total value, well over half a million! Holy Shit!
They discussed whether or not to sell the car and add the proceeds to his share of the cash, but Eric said he’d rather put it in storage so he’d have an excellent nearly new vehicle when he came of age. Mr. Bloom said that would be no problem.
The attorney then asked Eric - notably not Mrs. Ziegler - if he would have any objection to the house being leased until he could assume residency. Eric, clever boy that he was, had already given this matter some thought, and made a counter suggestion. He said he would rather they just cover the furniture and leave the house empty. He would do the regular maintenance like keeping the lawn mowed and trimmed, the hedges clipped, et cetera, and he would vacuum and dust inside, even open the windows to air it out from time to time. Of course, that would mean that the basic utilities would need to be kept turned on. Oh, and he would need a key.
Mr. Bloom correctly assumed that Eric’s domestic interests might be suspect and he felt obliged to make the young man aware of them. He said, “I’ll go along with your wishes for the time being, Eric, because Sonya had a lot of faith in your judgement, but this will be a test of your maturity and your capacity to shoulder responsibility. We’ll try your idea for a while and see how it goes. In effect, you’ll be hiring yourself as a handyman, and for that, the estate will pay you a hundred dollars a month. I will, however, send someone from this firm by the house on a random basis to insure the property is being properly taken care of. If at any time I’m not comfortable with the way things seem to be going, I’ll ask for the keys back and put the house up for lease. Is that understood?”
Eric nodded, knowing that there was no putting anything over on Mr. Bloom, and that he would have to be very careful about how and when he made use of Granny Sonya’s house. And he was thrilled that he would actually be paid to take care of his own property.
The fact that Mr. Bloom discussed these matters with Eric directly made it clear to Mrs. Ziegler that she and her husband would have minimal influence on Eric’s inheritance and how it was used.
Eric then learned that a hundred grand of the liquid assets was earmarked for a college fund. He looked at his mom and said, “I think that means that all the money you and Dad have been putting into my college fund can be used for stuff you guys want to do. Dad should be happy about that, don’t you think?”
Mrs. Ziegler smiled faintly and nodded, but inside she felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders because she knew very well that there wasn’t nearly as much money in that fund as Eric had been led to believe. The Ziegler’s had been borrowing from it on a regular basis to take care of one unexpected expense after another, robbing Peter to pay Paul, as the saying goes. Now they were off the hook.
The meeting ended with Mr. Bloom handing Mrs. Ziegler a check for her share of Granny Sonya’s estate, amounting to something in excess of eighty-six thousand dollars. He also handed her an accounting of the stocks that would be transferred into her name and asked her to sign off on the changes to the portfolio. He said he had already transferred Rhonda’s share into her bank account. From that point on, his business would be only with Eric.
On the way home, Eric couldn’t help but feel immensely pleased with himself and how things worked out. His future was looking very bright. What’s more, he and his new playmates had their own special place where they could indulge themselves ... due caution being the watchword, of course.
YES!!! Life was good!
Rachael flew into town two days later along with two large suitcases and a bulging tote, giving Eric the distinct impression that she was planning a long stay. He was highly suspicious of her motivation for being there at all, and remembering his grandmother’s wise council, understood that powerful sexual urges, pretty much a constant influencing factor in guys his age, could easily lure him into an entangled, compromising mess if he wasn’t careful. He had no doubt that if his cousin was going to try to get to him somehow, it would be through sex because she already knew from experience that it was his greatest weakness. He would have to play it by ear and do his best to keep his libido in check ... no easy task for a hormone-charged fifteen-year-old.
He recalled one of those long birds-and-bees discussions with his Granny Sonya as he began showing signs of sexual maturation. If she seemed more than a little cynical at times, it was because she had learned through many, many years of experience what tools people were willing to employ to gain some level of dominance over one another. She took pains to drive the point home to her grandson that for women in particular, sex was chief among those tools. If there was one thing that stuck in Eric’s mind from all those heart-to-heart talks, it was that sex could be something wonderful, delightful, delicious, and totally enthralling, but it could also be sneaky, devious, vicious and the road to ruin if one chose to use it that way. She repeatedly drove the point home that he should never be afraid of sex, but that he shouldn’t let it become his master, either. Eric was absolutely certain in his mind that Rachael and her mother were people who wouldn’t think twice about using it as a weapon.
When they got home from the airport, he followed his cousin up the stairs lugging her overstuffed suitcases and heaved them onto the bed in the guest room. The moment he closed the door and knew they were out of ear-shot of his mom, he challenged her. “Okay, Rachael, give! What are you and Aunt Rhonda up to?”
“Up to?” she asked, overplaying the innocence ploy with an obviously phony expression of confusion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Cuz.”
“Bullshit! It was obvious to everybody that your mom was really pissed about the way Granny’s will turned out. You were too, judging by the look on your face and your snarky parting remark. It wouldn’t surprise me one little bit if you and your mom have cooked up some scheme to get around the will, or at least somehow try to maneuver me into your camp.”
Rachael rolled her eyes and groaned, “Jeez, Eric, lighten up! Your new-found wealth is turning you into a paranoid freak and you can’t even spend any of it yet. In case you weren’t aware, it just so happens that Dad makes a damn good living, so, will or no will, we’re hardly destitute.”
“Right!”, Eric countered. “But all you have to do is take a quick glance at the world’s rich and powerful to see that the more they have, the more they want. You’ve heard of the one-percenters? I think being rich makes people more greedy, not less.”
Rachael laughed, “My, my, you’re becoming quite the philosopher in your old age, aren’t you? Look, Einstein, even dumb little me knows the only thing you could do to change that will is die, and neither Mom nor I is planning to murder you any time soon. And if you were to die, heaven forbid, it would all go to your mom and dad, wouldn’t it?”
Then she grinned and poked him in the side with her elbow and added, “That’s not to say that I might not try to fuck you to death. My pussy has such a need for that bone of yours that I’ve been in heat ever since we left. So maybe I flew all the way from Chicago just to satisfy my carnal desires. Have you considered that?”
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