Wheels in Motion

Ravers Enterprises was closest to the Manor so Heather, Chastity and Zack found themselves back at the homestead first. When they entered, Zack took notice of the art work and photography that lined the foyer that he’d been too busy to pay attention to during the morning revelations and planning. Above the grand staircase, where it split toward the separate wings of the mansion, was a large portrait of Ryker Ravers, young and dashing with dark hair and electric blue eyes, handsome and dangerous, made all the more so by the single action Colt Revolver he casually held to his chest. Just above the gun, as if the barrel were underlining it, the Ravers crest, a Blue Lion, was sewn into the breast of his top coat.

Zack only knew of the man from Founder’s Day, but beyond his name he didn’t know much else. Usually he had spent his time researching and listening to his fath…Zack couldn’t even finish the thought. The history of the Bishops, how as healers they had followed Titus Smith, aided by Ryker, to the land now called Azure Rocks, had always been Zack’s focus on Founder’s Day. But now? He still found it hard to believe, that Gregory would really have forged the test, yet, if it were true…that meant the man in that picture was his relative, not the Bishops.

Tugging on his arm, Heather led him away from the foot of the stairs, down a corridor to the right and into the den. Heather turned on KAZR-NWS and the three of them sat on the long couch facing the television to wait for Robert, Daniel and Brooke. In any other situation, Zack might have appreciated being sandwiched between two beautiful, bountiful women. They were both sitting forward while he reclined back against the cushion, their bodies turned slightly inwards so that Zack had a front row seat to their heavy breasts hanging within their tops, Chastity’s weighty boobs straining her dress, while Heather’s large, perky youthful tits sat proudly, barely contained within her shirt. Looking at them like this, Zack might even have estimated that Chastity’s chest was the bigger of the two.

But his mind was too foggy to appreciate the feast for the eyes that had been laid out before him. He tuned out entirely to their conversation, resting on the sofa and thinking about what the faked test could mean for the rest of his life.

“And have you ever noticed how his nose twitches when he has to stand still? He always has this wrinkle on his nose in every photograph,” Heather said jovially, putting a hand on Zack’s leg as she leaned over closer to Chastity. “He hates when me and mum point it out.”

“Oh my gosh! He does do that,” Chastity giggled and held her stomach, laughter making her muscles ache. “In every company photo, he gets an itchy nose.”

“Granny Nora pointed it out to me in the photo album. He’s been doing it ever since he was a little boy,” Heather tilted her head and pouted thoughtfully. “You know I bet that photo album is around here somewhere. My dad hid it after the last time Granny came down, but…” Heather glanced at the sullen boy between them.

I don’t do that, Zack thought when he heard about Robert’s facial tic. Maybe that meant that he wasn’t Robert’s son after all. But that was just foolishness, he realized, since Heather didn’t have that particular idiosyncrasy and she was definitely, without a doubt, Robert Ravers’ daughter.

Picturing Robert Ravers as a younger man, crinkling his nose as his mother tried to get him to stand still for a photo, Chastity burst out laughing again, and exclaimed, “that’s so cute.”

“Cute, huh?” Heather grinned as she raised an eyebrow. “Say, there was never anything between you and my dad, Chas? You don’t have to worry. I won’t rat you out.”

“Oh, mother of mercy, no, I couldn’t. They’re like uncles or older cousins to me,” Chastity brought her hands up to her glowing cheeks, trying to hide her embarrassment. “Your dad is a lot like you. He was involved in the business from a young age and hung around Ravers Enterprises even in his early teens. He spent a lot of time under Temperance, my grandmother’s, supervision, and my mom practically grew up with them since she’s only a few years older than your dad.”

“Dad and Faith Kupp…” Heather’s active imagination could easily see her young, charming teenage father wooing the panties off an older woman that he spent practically every day with, but she had no proof. “I wonder if there are any photos of my dad and your mum from back at that time?” She said, seriously contemplating digging out the photo album, but, with another tentative glance Zack, she decided against it. “…or maybe not.”

Not quite realizing the reason for Heather’s interest, Chastity thought about it and remarked, “I’ve seen pictures of Temperance with Malcolm and Eleanora and Robert and Daniel are there, but I don’t remember if my mom was too.”

“I think it’s about time we cemented our families long standing connection with an actual relationship, don’t you think? Maybe not my dad, though,” she noted. Chastity was such a bubbly, bright thing, that she couldn’t bare to set the girl up with her dad, knowing that she intended for her own secret relationship with her dad to continue. “But what about Daniel? Sixteen isn’t that much of an age gap really.”

“That’s a whole teenager of difference!” Chastity cried out. “B-besides, I just said, he’s like family.”

“That doesn’t necessarily preclude a sexual relationship,” Heather muttered lowly, before brandishing her palm towards Zack. “Take Zacky here. He’s been best friends with Chloe since childhood and they still hooked up. I mean, it didn’t work out, but it had nothing to do with them being close since kindergarten.”

“I-I don’t know, I…” Chastity blushed, not only because she was being pressed to think about it but because she was actually contemplating it. “It…it’s not a good idea. We work together.”

“If my experiences today have taught me anything, it’s that mixing business with pleasure is a fantastic idea,” Heather smirked as she remembered how both of the Nordstein men had driven her wild that afternoon. “Really, what do either of you have to lose? You’re both unattached, unmarried, no children, no commitments, and you know that you get on well together. And even if it doesn’t work out, you get to have some fun together. That’s what’s called a win-win.”

“Ah…ah…um…sp-speaking of Daniel,” Chastity couldn’t win the argument, so she changed the conversation. “Shouldn’t the others be here by now?”

“Yes, I’d hoped so,” Heather admitted, looking at the time. “But don’t think you’re getting out of this. I want an answ-” The heavy thud of the front door resounded throughout the foyer, down the hall and into the den. “Oh balls. We’ll have to put a pin in this, but I’m not done talking about this.”

Chastity breathed a sigh of relief, although that relief was rather short lived, her body tensing and flushing as the man they’d just been discussing walked in through the door to the den.

“Val told me you were in here,” he said raising a hand when Heather began to speak. “What’s going on? Why call us back so urgently?”

“It’s big, Uncle Daniel,” Heather confessed as she turned serious again. “But we should wait for everyone to return first.”

“Robert isn’t back yet?” Daniel asked in surprise.

“No. I thought he was with you,” Heather replied, growing confused and concerned.

“He left me to take care of something, but he wouldn’t say what.” Daniel frowned and folded his arms, thinking hard about what his brother would be up to. Some kind of **** to get back at him for withholding information, maybe, but Robert was smarter than to ruin their chances of building something new over something as petty as vengeance. He searched the room for the older brunette. “Is Brooke missing too?”

“Mum is on her way. I had to split from her to take care of something too, which I’ll explain when everyone gets back, but it’s not actually that important,” she looked sideways at Zack again. “I mean, we have a much more pressing issue at hand.”

The heavy front door opening and closing rang out like a bell at a funeral, foreboding and forewarning the next arrival. Val opened the door for Brooke to enter, her swanning sway having lost a little of its grace as the effects of Julian Smith’s rough fucking still lingered in her leg muscles. Daniel thought she looked a little sad, but she was simply peeved that she’d allowed the teenager to use her like that, constantly reminding herself that it was for a good cause. She was securing her daughter’s future.

That, unfortunately, only brought up memories of seeing her daughter riding Klaus Nordstein, dark hair falling down her naked back, smooth and supple, quietly toned and strong leading down to a tight waist that stretched out lewdly again for her round, firm ass. She could still see the image in her head of her daughter’s legs spread, her cheeks pulled apart as the dick stretched her pussy into an obscene shape. The problem was that wasn’t the first time she’d seen that image, and it wasn’t Klaus’s cock she remembered balls deep in her darling daughter. No, it was her ex-husband, Heather’s father, his monster of a cock piercing his own flesh and blood, as it had done last night.

The memories only worsened when she saw Heather’s bright, shining happy face. Partly because it reminded Brooke of how she’d licked and teased her own daughter’s asshole to make her cum, unknowing that it was her on top of Robert’s cock. It also made her envision what came next, when Heather’s pussy clamped around Robert’s cock and he poured out his thankfully impotent seed deep inside his own daughter’s fertile hole. Never in all of her days left on god’s green Earth would she ever forget the sight of that thick, whitish cream gushing out of her daughter’s lower hole as her father’s cock slipped free and she became unplugged.

“What’s the matter, Ms. Lakefield?” Chastity asked. “You don’t look well.”

“What? Oh, I’m fine,” Brooke looked at her as if only just noticing she was in the room. “Just…a bit tired.”

“I hear that,” Heather agreed, as she stretched out her shoulders.

“So, is anyone going to tell me what’s happening?” Brooke looked around at all the face, well almost all, she took special care not to look her daughter in the eye. “I got a message telling me to get back here as soon as possible.”

“Heather won’t say until everyone is here,” Daniel revealed, crossing the room to sit in one of the armchairs around a table and looking contemplatively out the glass windows at the pool. “We’re just waiting for Robert.”

“He’s not with you?”

“We just went through this,” Heather exhaled, rolling her head to one side, bored. “He had something else to take care of first, but we hope he’ll be back soon.”

Normally Brooke might have reprimanded her daughter for speaking to her so curtly, but right now if she started an argument with her, she didn’t trust herself not to bring up everything in her anger. So, she bit her tongue and swallowed her feelings as stepped over to join Daniel at the table in similar silent meditation, pondering what she was going to do about her daughter and her father. Robert had skipped out on his second meeting too. Had he met up with Heather in secret behind everyone’s backs again? Heather seemed none the wiser of her father’s whereabouts, but that could also be an act.

Daniel tried to guess where Robert could be. Harrington Villa was on the outskirts of town, and Smith Industries, where Brooke had just come from, lay between the town proper and the mountain. Therefore, for Robert to return after both he and Brooke meant that wherever he was must be even further away than that. The cabins were roughly the same distance, though on different roads and separated by many miles. Silver Lake itself park was further away, but Daniel couldn’t think of any reason for his brother to go up there.

Glancing over at her mother, Heather could tell something was up. She knew as well that usually her mother would have scolded her for the way she talked, company or no company. The question was whether that was a tree she wanted to shake, when she could just count herself lucky and get away with it. Before she could think about the matter any further, the house shivered with the slamming of the door once more and Heather jumped to her feet, ready for her daddy’s return.

“Oh, looks like I’m last,” Robert acknowledged. “Sorry to keep you all waiting.”

“Where were you?” Daniel asked immediately.

“That’s not important right now. You can explain later,” Heather insisted, pointing to the couch. “Take a seat.”

“Alright,” he agreed with a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to like what he heard. He sat in the spot previously occupied by his daughter, the cushion prewarmed by her ass. “Why did you gather us here?”

“Okay, since you're all wondering why I've gathered you here, I’ll tell you,” Heather announced, standing on the fireplace hearth as a miniature stage. “Mom and Uncle Daniel, you’ve been fired from Ravers Enterprises for breach of contract. I suspect this means that Miles Zurbrugg-”

“Wait, hold up, what do you mean fired?” Daniel stood up quickly as he interrupted his niece. “How did you find that out?”

“Yes, how could you possibly know that?” Robert asked stiffly, trying not to give away his own foreknowledge. His first thought was that Miles may have contacted Heather directly, using some of the same information he’d given Robert to split up the group faster.

“Katheryn Miller told me,” Heather revealed, holding her hands behind her back as she anticipated the question to come. “She even showed me the memo when I went to Ravers Enterprises.”

“You were at Ravers Enterprises?” Daniel’s eyes bugged out from his face.

“What the hell possessed you to go there?” Brooke interjected, shock overriding her fear of saying something she shouldn’t. “Were you trying to get caught?”

“Heather, I think you’d better explain everything,” her father cut across the other voices, calm but authoritative. “And quickly.”

“It’s not really as important as the fact that Mom and Daniel got fired, but fine, you remember when Gregory came to the house shouting and banging down the door?” She looked to her dad for confirmation that he remembered, but it wasn’t an event he’d easily forget. “This was before the paternity test leaked and he was so adamant. Not just that he was Zack’s father, which is true in a way since he raised him, but he insisted that Zack was his son. Maybe it was the just the rantings of an angry man in the midst of betrayal, but I couldn’t shake that something was off about it. It was so odd that he could be that certain.”

“I don’t see what this has to do with Ravers Enterprises,” Daniel said, hoping to hurry her along.

“Me neither, but…” Robert looked to the dark haired teen beside him, but Zack avoided his eye. “I am interested in hearing the conclusion.”

“It doesn’t take a genius to guess that you ran your own paternity test, and you had Kathryn Miller do it,” Brooke revealed, having had too much experience with her daughter’s schemes not to sense what she’d do in this context. “The only question I have is how you got the DNA samples.”

“Coffee,” Robert answered. “You made me stop and get coffee that morning on the way to the office. You took the cups down to the labs and had Kathyrn test them, didn’t you?”

Heather nodded, a little impressed her family had put it together so quickly, but then her wits had to come from somewhere. “Right. I couldn’t compare his genes with yours, so I compared them with mine. It’s less definitive, but it showed that Zack and I am siblings, so, Mom, unless you had sex with Gregory in the last two decades that we don’t know about, that means…”

“You’re my son,” Robert finished the thought whilst staring at Zack.

“I’ve definitely never had sex with Gregory Bishop,” Brooke said, putting an end to that theory.

“Not even at one of dad’s sex parties?” Heather asked, knowing it was the question Zack would be dying to ask if he wasn’t so despondent.

“I hate that you know about those,” Brooke lamented, rubbing her temples.

“No, never,” Robert answered categorically. “Your mother was never involved in those sorts of parties until after you were born, and Monica had ended our affair before that. Gregory and Monica came to one of my parties once, several months after Taylor had been born, and while Monica and I continued to see each other, Gregory never came to another party.”

Daniel stepped forward, calling everyone’s attention to him. “Listen, I’m sorry to break up what should be really great news,” he looked down at Zack, “Really, welcome to the family, but the fate of this entire company rests on the contents of that memo.”

“That’s what I tried to say at the beginning, but everyone thought I screwed up,” Heather huffed, folding her hands over her large chest. “The board had another emergency meeting earlier today, where they fired you and mum, as I said, for breach of contract. I know what you’re thinking, and it was my first conclusion too, which is why I asked you all to come back here immediately; Miles Zurbrugg knows that you’ve broken away to form the Ravers-Bishop Corporation.”

“Shit,” Daniel growled, turning away and then turning right back. “How did he figure it out so quickly?”

Robert bit his lip to keep from speaking.

A squeak from the sofa turned everyone’s head to Chastity, vibrating on the sofa like a running motor, her very large breasts softly jiggling along, as she pointed dead ahead at the television screen. Following her finger, they found Miles Zurbrugg on the steps of Ravers Enterprises, surrounded by the KARZ-NWS press team, preparing to make another statement.