Days Past II, Part 1

A quick note on the future of Days Past. My current goal is to do little clusters of chapters that are vaguely about the same thing. Days Past was 3 chapters, and Days Past II might wind up being of similar length or a little longer. Hopefully you’re enjoying Days Past so far!

And as for a quick note on how canon Days Past is to my main thread, The Contest. Days Past isn’t really written as a prequel, it’s more just some fun regarding the previous generation, but unless something in The Contest states otherwise, I would say Days Past is pretty much canon.

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Jonathan Wayne, more commonly known as Jon, usually felt like a god. He came from a wealthy family who ran Wayne Incorporated, one of the most well-known businesses in the country. Their headquarters were in the nearby city of Coral Sands, but Wayne Inc had fingers in most major cities. Any girl in town was within his grasp, it felt like sometimes, the effortlessly charming Jon Wayne could get with any girl he wanted.

But right now, Jon did not feel like a god. Right now, he felt like a very bored young man who could not wait for this stuffy party to be over. He glanced sidelong at his twin brother Shawn Wayne, who looked just as unhappy with what was happening here.

The boys’ father, Alexander Wayne, the current CEO of Wayne Incorporated, was hosting this event, a big swanky party with Amethyst Shore and Coral Sands’ most rich and powerful denizens all walking around talking about profit margins and diversifying their portfolio. They were, unfortunately, the very spitting image of the rich, old, and boring stereotype.

The parties Jon was accustomed to usually had a lot more ****, loud music, and skimpily dressed women. Almost all the women at this party were at least 60 and Jon was very glad they weren’t scantily clad. He definitely preferred women of the younger variety. He had tried to invite Kaitlyn Russell to this event, just to have some fun and eye candy with him, but Kait had had to work.

“If this party lasts one more miserable hour, I might jump from the roof.” Jon groaned. Shawn chuckled.

“It shouldn’t be too much longer, try and avoid the party being ruined by the heir apparent of the Wayne empire swan diving off the roof.” Shawn retorted.

“You say ruined, I say dramatically spiced up.” Jon shrugged. “Could be like a **** mystery. Maybe I’ll implicate you by having a torn piece of fabric from your suit in my cold, dead hand.”

“That would spice up the party indeed.” Shawn laughed. “Maybe I’d go on the lam and there’d be a dramatic police chase.”

“Ah, if only.” Jon sighed wistfully. “I hope they catch you and bring you to justice for murdering me.”

“If they do catch me, I’d just pay them off and flee to Mexico to start a new life as a cartel boss.” Shawn said thoughtfully.

“Making Wayne Inc international, look at you. Dad would be so proud of his son, he’d forget all about you murdering me.” Jon said glumly. “Probably give you the company.”

“Very true.” Shawn nodded seriously. “In a way, your **** would be for the betterment of the company.”

“Ah, but then you’re stuck at more snoozefests like this while I have escaped into a glittering afterlife filled with sexy women like Marilyn Monroe and Martha Washington.”

“Martha Washington?” Shawn looked mystified. “George Washington’s wife?”

“I dunno, she was the second historical woman to pop up in my head.” Jon admitted. “We’re at that point in time in American History in school.”

“I’m surprised you can focus on American History and not Mrs. Chester’s big tits.” Shawn smirked.

“Now that you mention it, I was kind of picturing Martha Washington as Mrs. Chester. I have no idea what she actually looks like.” Jon confessed.

“Poor Arthur. All his classmates drooling over his hot mom.” Shawn lamented.

“Yeah, at least not everybody knows what our mom looks like.” Jon agreed.

“Did you just call our mom hot?” Shawn raised his eyebrows.

“I mean… objectively, she’s a total babe. You gotta admit that.” Jon held up his hands in defense. Eleanor Wayne was indeed a babe, a gorgeous woman of 40 with flowing blonde hair, warm green eyes that Jon and Shawn had both inherited, and a killer rack that was unmistakably the reason Alexander Wayne had married her.

“I do not have to admit that.” Shawn shook his head. “That’s just a you thing.”

“She’s definitely the hottest person at this party that I’ve seen.” Jon pointed out.

“Ok, that I do have to agree with. Though she’s not exactly got competition here.” Shawn gestured to the crowd.

“I’m telling Mom you called her hot.” Jon said with a grin.

“I’m telling her you called her a total babe, then.” Shawn shot back.

“I hate to interrupt, boys, but you might want to discuss this a little quieter.” said the bartender of the bar Jon and Shawn were sitting at.

Shawn shook his head and groaned while Jon took it in stride.

“Ah, excellent call, Greg. Thanks for the reminder!” Jon said cheerfully, then turned to whisper to Shawn. “I’m telling Mom you called her sexy as hell.”

“I didn’t say that!” Shawn protested.

“Unfortunately for you, history will not see it that way.” Jon made a fake noise of sympathy.

“What are you two troublemakers doing? I’m fairly certain neither of you are 21.” a familiar voice said, and Jon whipped around in surprise.

“Lincoln!” Jon exclaimed with a grin.

Lincoln Calloway, a fellow rich heir, was 23, standing there smiling in a well-tailored suit. He had artfully styled brown hair and a friendly grin on his face. Lincoln had always been something of an older cousin figure to Jon and Shawn, due in part to the age old alliance between the Waynes and the Calloways. Alexander Wayne and Lincoln’s father Lucian Calloway were very good friends, and whenever they’d met up for business meetings, Lincoln had come and hung out with Jon and Shawn. Lincoln had gone off to college after high school though, and Jon hadn’t seen him since.

However, on Lincoln’s arm was a woman Jon did not recognize, but she was stunningly gorgeous. The young woman was Indian, and absolutely mindblowingly sexy. She wore an expensive dark green dress with a wide neckline showcasing her very large breasts, big and round and gorgeously browned. Her hips were just as ample as her bosom, that dark green dress showcasing a stunning hourglass figure. Her dark brown hair flowed down her shoulders in elegant waves, and her dark eyes were bright and happy.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s great to see you both. Waynes, this is my wife, Shreya Calloway.” Lincoln introduced. “Shreya, these are the Wayne brothers, Jonathan and Shawn.”

“Lovely to meet you.” Shreya smiled. “I’ve heard plenty of stories about you from Lincoln.”

“Good ones, I hope?” Jon asked, looking to Lincoln, who shrugged unabashedly.

“Bit of both.” he admitted.

“When did you get married? And why weren’t we invited?” Shawn asked, clearly surprised.

Lincoln winced. “My father insisted we have a courthouse wedding.”

“I would think old Lucian would want to show off with your wedding.” Jon frowned.

“Ordinarily, yes. Except…” Lincoln trailed off.

“I was very pregnant.” Shreya finished, patting her husband’s arm. Such a shame she was married to Lincoln, Shreya was exactly the kind of woman Jon wanted to rail into next week.

“You’re a dad?” Shawn exclaimed.

“Yes, we have an adorable daughter named Lilian. She’s nearly three.” Lincoln nodded.

“Three?! Why the hell haven’t we heard about her for three years?” Jon gaped.

“My father is very disappointed in me for marrying and having a child with somebody he did not deem worthy.” Lincoln said bitterly.

“It’s not…” Shawn trailed off, looking uncertainly towards Shreya.

“Oh, no, my father’s no racist. He’s a massive asshole, but not a racist asshole. His problem with Shreya is that she’s not rich and powerful. Not worthy of the Calloway name, in his mind. He wanted me to marry some rich girl from out of town, it seems. He was planning an arranged marriage that I had no idea about.” Lincoln said.

“Well, I’m very glad you didn’t wind up marrying some rich princess.” Shreya smiled. “My life has certainly been all the better for you being in it, and I don’t mean because you’re rich.”

Lincoln smiled, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned into Shreya. “Damn what my father thinks. You are absolutely the right person for me to have married.”

“You two are an amazing couple.” Shawn smiled, and Jon smiled too, though he felt an uncomfortable jealousy burning in his chest. Only half because of how sexy Shreya was, and half because he never thought he’d have what Lincoln has. A wife like that, who loved him so truly, not just for his money… he couldn’t imagine loving one woman enough to marry her, nor could he imagine a woman marrying him for him and not his last name.

“I’m sorry we haven’t been around. Father has me in Coral Sands working on things for him and the business. He expects me to take over the business when I turn 25.” Lincoln explained.

“Coming up close.” Shawn noted. Lincoln nodded.

“It is. I don’t think Father plans to fully retire when I turn 25, but in name at least, I’ll be the head of the company in two years.”

“And you already have your heiress, too.” Jon joked.

“Indeed I do.” Lincoln said. “However, I have no interest in doing what my father has done to me. I will not **** anything upon Lilian’s shoulders.”

Shreya smiled, and put her hand on Lincoln’s arm.

“We should go out for drinks tonight, after this party.” Lincoln said decisively.

“We’ll give you the bachelor party you never got.” Jon grinned. “Strippers and the like. Ah, provided Mrs. Calloway is OK with that.”

“Mrs. Calloway is indeed fine with that.” Shreya smirked. “So long as I get to come, that is.”

“The more the merrier.” Shawn nodded.

“We could always leave now, you know.” Jon said hopefully.

“You know we can’t.” Shawn said.

“Unfortunately not.” Lincoln said at the same time.

“Great, more time falling asleep here.” Jon grumbled.

“Well, it’s nice to know even the rich and people this party’s for feel the same way as me.” Shreya grinned. “I swear Lincoln enjoys these.”

“They’re good opportunities.” Lincoln protested.

“He’s a bit insane.” Jon stage whispered to Shreya, who giggled.

“One day, we’ll be the ones hosting this party, you know.” Shawn pointed out.

“Like hell I will.” Jon said fiercely. “Damn these pompous assholes and their boring parties. My rich people get togethers-”

“Annual charity galas.” Lincoln cut in.

“Will be a blast. Drinks, music, and crazy fun.” Jon continued as if Lincoln hadn’t spoken.

“Now that’s the kind of party I wanna be invited to.” Shreya agreed.

“When Jon starts throwing them, we’ll definitely be in attendance.” Lincoln chuckled.

“Besides, people donate more money to charity if they’re drunk.” Shawn put in.

“This is a charity gala, really?” Jon asked, looking around.

“Do you listen to anything Dad says?” Shawn sighed.

“Not really.” Jon shook his head.

“You’re gonna be the **** of me, Jon.” Shawn shook his head.

“So, the two of you are twins, aren’t you?” Shreya asked. “But Jon’s the one who inherits the company? How is that fair?”

“Trust me, I’ve tried to give it to Shawn time and time again.” Jon shook his head.

“Jon has six minutes of age on me.” Shawn said. “Dad’s a traditionalist, and technically Jon is his older son.”

“You know, I’m pretty sure I saw a statistic that twins often get mixed up by the parents or the hospital. It’s possible Shawn is actually the older one.” Shreya pointed out.

“If only I could prove that.” Jon said wistfully.

“Unfortunately, you’re gonna be running the company until you’re ancient.” Shawn patted Jon on the shoulder.

“Or until I run it into the ground.” Jon said brightly. “Try and think positive.”

Lincoln laughed, shaking his head. “I missed you guys.”

———

About an hour’s drive away from the Wayne family’s annual charity gala, a bad action movie was playing while four college students watched it. Well, they were under the pretense of watching it, anyway.

Jeremiah Holland sat upon one of the couches, and curled up against him was his girlfriend Esme Kennedy. Esme was looking stunningly sexy tonight, wearing a white shirt that accentuated her very large breasts and showed off her flat, toned stomach. On her lower half she was wearing yoga pants, thin skintight black yoga pants that hugged her shapely body and curvy ass. Her blonde hair streamed down her shoulders and tickled his neck where her head was leaned on his shoulder.

The warmth of her curvy body pressed to his side was extremely familiar, as was the feeling of her expert, steady hand stroking his cock. He supposed being good with your hands was important for somebody trying to go into the medical field, like Esme was. Jeremiah’s long, hard cock was twitching in Esme’s grasp as she stroked him.

On the other couch, paying absolutely zero attention to what was going on between Jeremiah and Esme, two of their friends were making out passionately. Jenson Barnes was on his back, groaning as he was being straddled by Melody Lotts, a sexy 19 year old freshman who Jenson had picked up at the bar tonight. Jenson had a tendency to third wheel Jeremiah and Esme, and Jeremiah was glad he was finally getting some action.

Melody had been dressed to kill tonight, wearing a sexy little black dress that showed off plenty of her large breasts, exposing mouthwatering cleavage and swelling sideboob. Her round ass looked just as good, as did her smooth legs in her black heels. Her long brown hair had been pulled up into a bun, but now hung free and messy, and she’d had such fierce, intelligent brown eyes. Esme had playfully elbowed Jeremiah when she’d seen him ogling Melody, and Melody had clearly noticed, giving Jeremiah a flirty smile.

When Esme had seen that, she’d been considerably less pleased. Jeremiah ogling other women had become something of an inside joke to them, and so long as he didn’t take it to the ****, Esme almost encouraged him to check out other women. She knew it was her who he was coming home with, and had told him she had no problem with him looking at the competition she’d already beaten. But other girls making flirty looks at Jeremiah? That was encroaching on her territory, as she saw it.

Jeremiah had certainly not minded when a territorial Esme had smashed her tits up against his chest and kissed him fiercely right in the middle of the bar, clearly showing off to Melody. When Esme was kissing him like that, Jeremiah had forgotten all about Melody and Jenson, and was way too focused on groping his sexy girlfriend’s round ass as they kissed.

Jeremiah was half watching the movie and half watching Esme’s hand slide up and down his shaft, using his own pre-cum as lubrication. She pressed small feather-light kisses into his shoulder and neck as she continued her stroking right in the open, entirely unashamed. Jeremiah wondered if this completely exposed sexual act was still proving to Melody who Jeremiah belonged to, or if Esme just got off on public sexual acts.

Jeremiah’s arm around Esme tightened, and his girlfriend smirked at him, those pretty gray eyes knowing as she leaned down to take care of his rapidly coming explosion. She gave his aching cock a loving kiss right on the glans and then wrapped her lips around him. His cock felt heavenly coming home to her mouth, and Jeremiah exploded in her mouth, shooting rope after rope of thick cum, while Esme hummed approvingly.

“Wow.” he heard a soft female voice murmur from off to his right, but he was too far gone to really comprehend what that might mean, focusing instead on how amazing it felt as Esme gulped down his cum and used her tongue to tidy him up. She came up off his cock licking her lips, and Jeremiah squeezed her ass as she gently tucked his cock away for him, giving it a little pat for good measure.

“You’re amazing.” Jeremiah whispered to Esme as she replaced her head on his shoulder.

“I know.” she replied in satisfaction. A look over to his right showed a wide-eyed Melody watching as Jenson was cupping her large breasts and kissing the soft skin of her throat. Jeremiah smirked at Melody, who visibly blushed in the light of the TV, then lowered her head down to start kissing Jenson again.

The sounds of the two horny college kids were unmistakable, but Jeremiah didn’t care one bit. His cock was emptied, he had an extremely sexy woman in his embrace, and she was clearly very happy with herself.

Mark of a good Friday night, if you asked him.