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Keeping it in the Family, the next Generation (Alvis&Andnich)

It was clear to teh two still working on Sophie that something might have broken in her mind. Again. She might have been cracked badly enough from what had happened to her at Chloe's house, but this was more, this was far mroe intense, focused from more than one man doing this to her. But if she had, then there was no reason not to exploit it to the fullest degree. Ravaging her from both ends, no thought to wait, no thought to pause. Her gasped words, her pleases, it carried to them easily, and the man behind her wondered what she was asking for. Stopping? More? It was impossible to tell, but he knew what he was going choose to interpret it.

Redoubling the effort on her, they both watched very closely as she made her moves. The glance to the bar, the way she inhaled along hte shaft. There was a smirk brewing on both of their faces. They man in her mouth had no idea what kind of effect that it might happen to her, given that there was at least one part designed primarily for men. But even if that didn't work, the rest of it would have some gloriously grand effects. He nodded to her, agreeing with ehr request, standing up. The other man kept a hold on her arms, leaving her held in place. He ground into her ass, still taking his pelasure fromt he situation, watching as the other man came over to Sophie again. He had a small baggie of the powder that they'd been snorting, and knelt. He swung his cock around to sit close to her. He gently shook out a line along the length of his cock, and brought it up to her face. The man behind her lowered her down to let her get the access she'd need, wondering what it would do, how she would act from being exposed to it.

The last man, having sat in a chair to recover stood up as he saw them offering Sophie a hit. If she reacted as well as he had, it was going to be incredible, and he wanted in on that. He moved closer to them, grinning under his face mask, ready for the coming moments, wondering what else his partners had in mind for Sophie, and whether she'd be able to enjoy it all, or even if she'd be able to survive it.
 
He had known. Without words, the man had picked up on what she wanted. Though she knew she was being held by the man behind her, she felt like she could fly from the room. She watched his form move across the room, grabbing what it was she wanted so desperately. There were so many things she had never tried before. This was just another one of them. Everything she had been subjected to had worked out wonderfully. This would too. There was never any question about it in her mind. As he came back, she watched his cock. The rest of his body wasn’t important. The only thing she cared about was his meaty, pulsing length. It made her mouth water, and the urge to bite her lip was great. He was there now, right under her nose, literally. She had just a moment to inhale his scent mingled with sex before the powder was spread along his member. In a sense, she wanted to lick him, tasting him and the substance, but she wanted to experience this the way they had, by inhaling it. Her nose nearly rested on his cock as she inhaled deeply, tracing along his cock, and then…..

The powder seemed to work instantly, burning as it hit the membranes in her nose. She threw her head back with her wild eyes wide open. A sound came from her throat that wasn’t gasping or groaning. It was a stale, single note that seemed to drone on for an eternity. As it ended, she took a deep breath, allowing her head to drop back down. Her gaze lifted, searching for him. She found the mask, an ominous image looming before her, and then her eyes settled on his cock. It was what she wanted, to taste it, to feel it somewhere. It was as if it had become some sort of life line that she needed to survive. Her mouth opened, lunging towards him, taking him as if she had some unspoken right to do so. If he disagreed, fine. He would have to let her know, and frankly she didn’t care if he objected. The taste was new, now laced with trace amounts of the substance now racing through her body. Her movements were slow and gentle. There was a frenzied pace now, as she swallowed him down each and every time her lips passed along his shaft. Her heart felt as though it would burst from her chest, pounding so loud her ears thumbed with each beat. Her skin felt as if it were vibrating. She was alive, from every pore in her being to the way she needed them both to keep going. Her sex was burning, wanting to be touched, needing to be touched. She felt the ache from her clit, screaming that her body finds the release she now needed as much as her lungs needed air. She only pulled back from his cock when her lungs could no longer go without, and it was only long enough for her lungs to drink in the precious air in the room. She even tried to lower her body back against the man behind her, in and effort for his cock to take her more so than he already was. The strong realization hit her, slamming into her mind and body like a train. It was one she could not, nor would not, deny. Pulling from his cock, a trail of salvia clinging to her bottom lip connecting her to his tip, she pleaded, “take..me. Please. I..need it.” Sophie could feel it deep within her. She was like a wild animal, engulfed with an almost sickness. Her skin was painted with sweat, and the pounding in her chest and ears was growing louder still. Her mouth had taken him again, not waiting for a reply. She was moving along his shaft quickly, pushing him deep to the back of her throat each time, until she pulled from him, throwing her head back before screaming, “fuck me! Fuck me now!” It was almost as if that were her battle cry in as much as it was her declaration of what she wanted and what she needed.
 
Clearly, Sophie hadn't had any experience with drugs in the past, and the cocktail that she'd ionhaled was hitting her like a runaway freight train. Th way she almost dove onto his cock, the way she threw even more into her actionxs, and it had been assumed she had already been at her limits. Now she'd apparently unearthed a new supply of reserves. And they were more than happy to help her use those up.

When she screamed at him, the man behind her reached forward, wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her back up to his front. He carried her with his motion, laying down on the floor, leaving his cock buried in her ass. The man that had been occupying her mouth came forward, honouring her request as he lined up and pushed inot her sex, letting out a soft sigh at the motion, hte soaked tunnel of flesh wrapping around him as tightly as he could hope for. Both men worked in concert this time, pushing her up adn then back down, hammering into her at the same time.

The last remaining man, not wanting to be left out of this, dropped to his knees near her head, taking a hold of her hair, and tilting her head back, lettign him slide right into her throat. It was a symphony of reckelss, wanton indulgence. What had started as a way of all three men simply seeking some last minute entertainment and containment, had now turned into a grand affair where all parties involved. Muffled grunts and moans came from the men, all of them knew that no matter what else happened, this was likely to be the end of the night, they simply wouldn't have anything left to give. But they'd make sure that it was one to go out on.

The man ravaging her ass reached his arms around, fingers finding her breasts, her nipples, and pinched both of them, letting the motion of the hard thrusts stretching her breasts. The man in her sex, knowing that she might well outlast them uner the influence of of the drugs, and knew he'd need a way to prevent taht. He reached forward, his hand wrapping around her neck, and squeezing. The man in her mouth gaspoed, the pressure forcing her throat tighter around his cock. He kept moving, still wanting to ravage her, but able to see that she'd lose what was left of her conciousness soon enough from a lack of air.
 
'This is it,' she thought the moment the strong arms took command of her. Instead she felt her body almost take flight. He was moving her, to where she had no idea. Her mind was racing so fast she was surprised the thought slowed down enough for all of her to take control of it, to feel it, and process it, but it was there. 'I'm being moved.' Three simple words, and in her state, they seemed so weighted. It was what she felt that ripped those words from her mind. The only sound she made was one of pleasure, of content bliss. Her body has been used and taken beyond any limits she had ever imagined. A month ago she would have never imaged she would be where she was right now. Her life was books and the occasional outing with friends. Never would have she have ever fathomed that she would be between two men who where driving their cocks deep inside of her, as if she were nothing more than a fuck toy for their amusement. It has been a simple tactic to try and save her life, and so far, it seemed to be working. They were far more interested in burying their manhood as deep inside of her as they could possibly go. She gasped before wincing at her sore skin. Each pass of their cocks felt as though they were on the brink of ripping her flesh, but it was merely the soreness from their skin, their bodies pressing against hers'. Perhaps if she had more experience, if she had not lived such a sheltered life, then she would be able to withstand what was happening. Had it not been for the drugs, she probably would have given up by now, but, 'it'll help,' her mind aided her. 'They..will..give out.' Again, simple words that her mind grasped and held onto.



Her pulled at her nipples, drawing a muffled shriek from her throat. It was then she was even able to realize there was now a cock shoved deep inside of her tight passage. Her clit throbbed, aching for release, for this to end, for….something. Again, if she had more experience, if she was..the word would not come to her mind. As much as she wanted to find it, to have it in her mind, to latch on to it, she couldn't. It would not come to her. It remained elusive, as the decadent bliss drew it into the darkness of her mind. She felt his fingers tighten around her throat, and a wave of panic swept over her, consuming her quickly as the waves crashed. 'This it it!' The words seemed almost alive, as if they had come from her mouth, but instead they were shrouded in her mind, never to be heard by anyone in the room. The darkness grew from the corners of her mind and began to claim all of her. All sounds, all sights, all smells, everything was slowly fading into nothing. She would feel nothing as her body grew limp. She would hear nothing that transpired after that. She would not see their covered faces. She would not feel their bodies. For her, there would be nothing.
 
The men all shuddered as they finished up with Sophie, takign some care to gently set her on the ground.
"What's the plan from here?" One of them asked hte ring leader.
"You take care of this one, get thigns settled. Otherwise, we finish what we came here to do, adn call it a night. Let's make it happen boys." The ring leader clapped to punctuate his words, and they all moved to get it done. There was work to be done, adn not a lot of time to do it in.

Morning dawned, just like it always did, seeming to be unaware or uncaring of the fact that such events had taken place the night before, that things had happened that might have changed the world for a few souls. But the uncaring sun crept intot he skies, and lit the world up once again. Light crept into the bedroom of hte house, the golden light creeping across the bed, putting warm light onto Callie's form, that was sprawled onto the bed, though she seemed to have been scrupulously cleaned up after her escapades the night before. As she was starting to come around, there was a course of chuckles filling the air. A familiar voice from the night before came to earshot.
"Morning sweetness. Miss us?" The voice of the ringleader came, and the man that owned such a voice was sitting on the edge of hte bed, a hand on ehr arm, and his mask pulled up to expose his face. James was grinning at Callie, waiting to see what she might do.
 
Warm. It was so warm. She could feel it on her skin along with the soft breeze that seemed to kiss her skin every so often as she was wrapped up in softness. Her body seemed to be embedded in it. Her mind felt light, a result of her dreamless sleep. It had been blissful really. Slowly the workings of her mind began to shift, falling into place as the morning began to claim what it wanted. Her.



She drew her leg up towards her body slightly, stopping at the first sign of resistance. Her mind was not fully aware. She didn't think to open her eyes or to question what it was. There it was again. The breeze. It seemed to come in timed intervals. It felt amazing, contrasting on the warmth that seemed to be growing stronger. The sounds in the room seemed to grow stronger, louder. There it was again. The breeze. The air was being disturbed by something….or someone.



Slowly she blinked her eyes, taking in a vision that was hazy. The colors were blurred. Her fingers reached up, rubbing at her tired eyes. Her head ached, causing her to groan softly. As she rested her hand back on the bed, the colors, the vision, came into focus more clearly. It wasn't a breeze. It was..breathing. It was him. It was..James. "James," she whispered, taking another few seconds for it to register what she was seeing. "You," she asked, her expression one of confusion. "You..did..this? But why? I….," Her voice trailed as past conversations played out in her mind. He knew how much their time together meant to her when she reflected back to it. It was strong and significant. It was laced with feelings and emotions that she missed. There was an excitement there, a rush, and he knew it. This was..his gift really. He had done this..for her. Tears began to threaten, and immediately she didn't want him to think he had done something wrong. "No," she said, waving her hand. "Joy..tears of..joy. I'm happy. You did this..for me. You sweet..wonderful man."



She for his hand and brought it to her lips, showering it with kisses. The reality of what he had done was overwhelming. The planning it must have taken, and…..



She looked up into his eyes, her lips inches from his hand. "Who else..was here? There were three. You and," her eyes shifted in the room, finally taking note of the other two bodies. She didn't look towards their faces. She didn't want to see who they were. "Only one other person knows James. There are two other men. I can't look..at their faces. Who are they James? Please. Tell me."
 
James just grinned as Callie reacted to the discovery of him, the way that everything had shaken out. It took him a moment to loko really register things with her. It had been so long, so many years, and yet every time he really looked at Clalie, he was still struck by her. The girl she'd been, the woman she'd grown into, the way that she still excited him just by her very presence. Callie was everythig he'd wanted in a woman. A perfect fit for him. When she asked after the who, he nodded his head. Something he needed to answer for certain.

"Oh, I was in charge for sure, but WIllaim was certainly along for the ride. And we finally brought in William's friend Ger, who was most certainly an eager participant in things. He's still out cold on the couch downstairs, but there's another eager young man that finds you unbearably gorgeous in the house." James explained. He extended a hand, cupping her cheek. "And one older man that still can't imagine his life without you." He leaned over her, planting a kiss on her forehead, something that showed care, affection, just real genuine love. He might be bale to bring a great deal of lust to bear on other women, but Callie was truly his one true love. Now and forever.

WIlliam was waking up in his room, and he shifted, looking around. He had brought Sofie up with him, and they were both in his bed, Sofie draped across his body. He hadn't bothered with clothes, seeing little point, and it made for a fine way to wake up. Of course, he knew that there was going to be some explaning to do, but reeally, Sofie even being involved hadn't been planned. It was just supposed to be something with Callie, who'd agreed to this very thing earlier, but it was very likely she'd forgotten with all of the activity that had been going on. But it was a night that he'd never forget really. One fot he scrapbook so to say. he wondered if James had it on tape from the security system. If so, it might be something to watch later, to see it from another angle. H put his arms around Sofie, content to simply bask in the closeness for now.
 
'Ger?' Callie had raised her eyebrows at the mere mention of his name. He had always been the perfect gentlemen when he was there. No doubt she knew he was like every other teenager in the world though. His mind had to littered with thoughts of sex and pretty girls. She never imagined he looked at her that way though. Then again, she never thought her son would either.



The kiss was warm and soft, much like the side of James that she had fallen so madly in love with over the years. He had many facets, each of which she adored, but this one was the one she wrapped up in when she needed to be comforted, to be loved, to feel warmth, the feel safe, and to simply be happy. Last night had been a stark contrast. That was a side of James she needed to feel alive. It was the side of him that had first brought on any feelings for him other than the one she felt as his sister. Granted it was also the side of her that brought on the strongest feelings of hate she had ever felt as well. He had known all along though that they would be as wonderful together as they were. It's why trusting him now was so easy.



She shifted her body, sitting up in the bed, bringing her face closer to his. Her fingertips reaching up, brushing against his cheek softly before lightly tracing his lips. Ger may want her. William may want her, but this man here was the only man who truly held her heart. "I love you James. Always have. Maybe not like I do now, but I always did. It's so hard to imagine life before this. Sometimes I don't want to. It's hard to remember mom and dad and how we use to be. You remember? You chasing me around the house. My telling mom and dad something you did to get you grounded. We always went back and forth, but we still loved each other. Right? I don't want to ever lose that. Not to Ger. Not even to William." She leaned forward, softly kissing his lips, allowing the touch of her lips to linger just slightly. Her eyelashes brushed against his skin. Being this close was so strong, so powerful. She needed this. She wanted this. It was something she would have to hold on to in the near future.



"So tell me my love, now that you've made all my fantasies come true, what can I possibly do for you? Breakfast in bed? Wash your body in the shower? Spend the day in bed? Promise not go shopping for a week," she teased. "I'm all yours', but you already know that."
 
"Ah, Callie." He breathed as she was close to him like this. "There's not a single woman on the Gods green earth like you." He mused. It was the truth, James couldn't imagine anyone else like her. Gabby might have a few similarities, but there was always a stark contrast between them. Even Gabby at her best, bringing all her naturl talents to bear, Callie was still simply pure power and sexuality that couldn't be matched. The way they'd been close, it had been part of what had eventually drawn him into what he'd done. He couldn't imagine being that close to a person without developing some kind of sexual feeligns for them, especially when said perosn was such a beautiful creature.

When she asked what she was going to need to do with him to make them even, his mind actually wandered. He didn't have an answer to that, he'd never even thought about it really. To say he hadn't enjoyed every moment of what had happened woudl be a lie. It had been a way of getting back some of the feeligns that had started this whole relationship. He thought they both craved that in some ways. His mouth quirked into a smirk as she admit that he woudl likely know that she was already his, and he nodded.
"Mind body and soul Callie." He said plainly, his hand touching her cheek. "Just as I'm yours." He leaned back in to press his lips to hers, making it a slow, lazy, but still passionate affair, drawing the moment along. When he finally broke away, he was still smiling at her.

"I can't lie to you hun, last night might have been a fantasy for you...it wasn't far off of one for me either. So familiar, but so new at the same time. Who knows, we might be able to find other ways to indulge like that again. Probably not a home invasion, but I think we can find soem other ways to still give you that thrill." James promised her. Still, he shifted on the bed, moved closer to her, gathering her in his arms, pulling her close to him. He marveled at how that simple act still drive his desire to wonderous heights.

"But I think I can find...something that we can do. That will make me feel complete." He mused, taking another kiss from her, his hands on her back, and shifting, rolling her gently onto her back, putting him over her.
 
He was close, close enough that his breath could be felt on her skin. If only he knew how he didn't have to say a single word. His eyes could see right through her. Just inhaling his scent made her throat dry and her heart beat a bit faster. The touch of his hands always seemed to convey whatever his mood was. A gentle touch meant he wanted to have her, to savor her. A more forceful grasp meant the events of the night before were more what he had on his mind. At this moment, she could tell what he wanted.



She wanted to speak to him, but with his body so close, it was hard to focus. It wasn't because she was some sex crazed animal who couldn't think when he was within touching distance. It was more than that. It was because her feelings for him were so strong that they drowned out all reasoning and every other distraction that life had thrown at them. Anything else could wait just outside the door. It would have to. She insisted on it. She demanded it.



Though she had been putty in his hands, his lump of clay to mold how he pleased, she now reached up to touch his face. Such a handsome man. Every wrinkle on his face told the story of the life he had lived. The color, the tan, told of a man that had grown up loving to be outside. His rough hands spoke of the hardworking man he was. Her fingers ran through his hair, feeling how silky and soft it was. A slight smile formed on her lips. He wasn't as young as he once was, and it was becoming clear. She spoke the first thing that finally settled in her mind. "I still love you. We're not as young as we were then, but last night….we were."



Her hands traveled from his hair towards his shoulders. So broad. So powerful. "I had hated you so. Remember," she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I wanted nothing more….than to get away from you. I was scared of you. Now? I find myself still scared from time to time, but not of you..James..but of this, of how strong what we have is. It scares me because it's so powerful, so strong. It could command me to do anything with ease just to make you happy. That's the thing though. I don't have to do….anything….to make you happy aside from being here with you, and believe me, that's not hard to do. "



She kept her eyes to his, her mind thinking. "Remember when I left? After Karl? When the deal was….done? I took you car and burst through the garage door. You left the front door unlocked, but I..had to make..an exit. I left, but I didn't go back to school right away. I got a hotel room for one night. There was no sleep that night. I was awake, thinking, all night. More like remembering, " she told him. "I tried to remember..what you felt like, what you're skin..felt like. There were times I could." Her fingertips still massaged his shoulders. I closed my eyes..and I pictured your face. I tried to remember how you made me feel. There was so much I wanted to work through. Then, when I came home again, and I saw you, I was angry." She laughed slightly, her eyes reflecting the emotions the memories were brining forth. "I was angry with myself because in all the time that had passed, I couldn't hate you. I realized I didn't hate you the night I left. Honestly I wanted the feelings to go away, but they didn't, and I was angry because I was..happy..they didn't. James I wanted you the night I left, and I've always wanted you since then." She leaned up, kissing him lovingly, allowing all of her emotions to flow from her lips to his. She used his body, his shoulders, for support, to pull up to him, before wrapping her arms around him.
 
James nodded as she brought up when she left. Of course he left. It had been one of the hardest thigns he'd done. But he also knew that it had been his only real choice at that point. He'd already crossed another line with her then, he'd hurt her and hurt her in more than just the physical. Knowing how much it had hurt her had been...gutting. Her confession about the night she left...it was something that he had been curious about to be hoenst, but things had been scattered, hard to deal with when she'd come back, adn he didn't want to risk sending her mind back to that state. But apparently there had been no risk to it. What had been growing between them had been growing then too, had already taken root. When she kissed him, it had a passion to it, a level of intensity he hadn't felt from her in a long time. It was a welcome thing, something he appreciated feelign in her once more. He let it stretch on, keepign her close, drawing it out, but eventually he had to break it off, just enough to be able to speak to her.

"When you left it was...teh hardest thing I've ever had to endure. I thought I'd lost you. All of you. My firend, my lover, the only family I couln't be without. I...I didn't know what I was going to do. I just knew I wanted you back. I needed you back. And when you came back, so full of anger...well, you know how the rest of that story goes. You were my perfect woman then. And that only got better and more true as time passed. My Callie." He ran a hadn along her hair, lacing his fingers in it, cupping her face, smiling at her with nothing but love and desire in his eyes. This was the woman that he had fallen for, the woman who had born him two children, teh woman that he would never think of as anything less than his perfect mate. Gabby might have some intensities to her, some skills, adn Sophie might be desperately eager to prove herself in all things, but Callie? He'd always go back to her. She'd always be the one that held his heart.

He copied the gesture of putting his arms around her, a hand trailing low to reach her ass and grip her, taking a feel for her, knowing all that she'd endured last night, all that she'd reveled in, despite what she'd been saying at the time, he knew his wife, his lover, his sister, well enough to know that much about her. He'd like to say he was still sated from all they'd done, but he knew that he was already hard, just being this close to her would tend to do that. But he honestly found almost as much joy in just their shared confession, their closeness, their intimacy. He pressed his lips to hers again, the raw release of all he felt for her clear as day in that gesture.
 
That kiss. It was strong and yet gentle. A perfect mix that only James could have. Confusion raced through her mind, tugging at her body, controlling her actions. She wanted to become lost in him once more. It was so easy to do. He could walk through the door, give her a certain look, and she was already lost within him. An evening could have planned to the letter, and all of it would fall away with just one look from it. It didn't seem to matter, nothing seemed to matter, when she was lost with him. In a sense, she had been lost with him since this all began, and there had been not one regret.

Her hands moved, wanting to touch his body in those certain places that would cause her own fires to burn brighter, hotter, but she hesitated. She had taken hold of his lips once more, capturing them. Her kiss intense and furious. The feel of his lips against her own always seemed new. She felt a sense of electricity every time they kissed, tingling through her body in new places, in new ways. Even his fingertips grazing her skin would do the same thing. Every touch, every kiss, was if it were the first time with James. How could she ever explain such a thing to him? The thought alone was enough to keep her from trying. She knew there were no words, nothing that could convey exactly how he made her feel. How could she ever explain to him that simply lying in bed thinking about him, her own hands caressing her body, was simply enough to drive her over the edge? She couldn't, and even now, as he was so close she could feel the warmth radiating from his body, she was falling further and further down the rabbit hole of desire and pleasure that she always did whenever James was with her.

His fingers in her hair was one of her favorite things. It was something she felt on so many levels. His touch, the gentle, or sometimes not so gentle controlling, pull against her scalp, knowing that he had her by the heart if he was in a gentle mood, or knowing that he was controlling, dominating her if he wasn't in a gentle mood was powerful. She could feel her heart beating in her throat as a tremble seemed to be just out of reach. It was going to happen. She knew it was going to happen. She wanted it to happen, and yet.....

She pulled back from him, taking a breath. "James, we....can't. After last night," she began shaking her head slowly. "You need to rest. Please baby. Let me start a shower. I can bathe you, wash you body, massage your tired muscles. Then I can cook whatever you like. You can lie around in bed all day. Fuck anybody who wants to disturb you. I'll handle them too," she told him, a smile playing on her lips as a protective look took her face. "I'll take care of you. Always baby. You know that. I love you James."
 
James was letting himself fall into Callie's kiss, letting himself get lost in ti all. Getting lost in thigns had started this in the first place, and that had gone rather well he felt. But still, there was the side of him that simply reveled in the levels of wanton carnality that they'd all been engaged in. But glorious or not, it was the smaller moments, thigns like this with Callie that reealy mattered the most to him. He oculd feel the pull of thigns, the way it was going. Callie was falling into him, he into her, they were about to get thigns started up again. This kind of intensity, this feeling, it reminded him of another time so many years ago, the night that they made William.

When she pulled away from him, he paused, his fingers still in her hair, his hand resisting hte urge to clench closed and sieze her hair and pull her into his grasp and ravage her all over again. But the words she chose...they appealed to him. They made him smile. Why not? Everything she offered sounded divine, and he had been working, both for supporting his family, and also to try and bring Gabby around to their new way of life, he could use a day to just...exist.

He nodded his head slightly, then a little deeper, his free hand sliding up to cup her face.
"Yes. Alright Callie, I think I can do that. And you always take care of me. And I you. We've always been taking care of one another. And we always will." He assured her, bringing her face to his, takign another long, heavy kiss from her, taking his time with it all.

"Start the shower. I'll be along in a moment." He promised her.
 
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