The Family Business

by Chuckles the Clown

©Copyright 2020 Chuckles the Clown

This story was written by Chuckles the Clown and is presented here by his authorized agent, ahorsewithnoname. A letter authorizing this is on file with the publisher.

Chapter One - Welcome Home

I only thought I was tough! Eight years in the Marines couldn't prepare me physically for domestic life, though. The women in my family could kick the collective asses of a whole platoon of Marines!

My name is Kenneth Robert Davis. I left home to join the Marine Corps when I was seventeen, because I couldn't stand being at home and watching my pop drink himself to death. My mom was killed in a car accident the year before, and after we buried her my father didn't draw a sober breath for a long, long time.

My Pop owns a Chevy dealership in Center City, Texas. He's been selling cars as long as I can remember. At first he was just a salesman, but when I was eight, he bought the whole dealership. Davis Chevrolet soon became a household word in our small city, along with the slogan, "We don't sell cars, we help people." My father was respected and influential.

Pop didn't drink then, and my childhood was upper middle class suburbanite good. We lived in a nice neighborhood, in a nice house with a pool. I won the Central Texas Regional Light Heavyweight wrestling title when I was still a junior. I was planning on getting an athletic scholarship to Texas A&M after I graduated.

After mom got killed, though, my Pop crawled inside a bottle. He went from a dynamic, successful car dealer to an incoherent, sobbing wreck. I was going nuts myself, and had to get out of there, so I blew off the state wrestling championship, got my GED, and hit up the Marine recruiter the day I turned seventeen.

I did two tours in Afghanistan, got a battlefield promotion to Sargent in combat, and was awarded a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart my second tour. The medals were pretty, but they sure as fuck weren't worth what I had to go through to get them. I'm glad I did though, because after six months in the psych ward for PTSD, I decided that all the Navy shrinks that were shoving pills down my throat were full of shit. I got more help from my fellow Marines than from any of the ‘medicine' they pushed on me, so I quit taking them and told the docs to fuck off. That Purple Heart prevented them from booting me out of the Corps for disobeying orders, so they just kicked me out of the hospital instead.

I was too whacked out for the civilian world, though, so I re-upped for another four years and got another stripe. Again, that Purple Heart pretty much guaranteed that I could have any job I wanted, so I spent the next two years as an MP, another two years as a Marine martial arts instructor in Quantico, and my final two years in the Corps as a Drill Instructor. Purple Hearts get the fast track for promotion, too, so I was promoted to Gunnery Sergeant, and spent my last year in the Corps as a Senior Drill Instructor.

My last two years as a D.I. pretty well burned me out. I was tired of the long hours and low pay, not to mention the astronomical load of pure military bullshit that's part of daily life on Parris Island. I knew that I would get in trouble if I stayed, not least because I was fucking a fair few of my female recruits. I began thinking about what my future looked like if I re-upped again, and it didn't look good. Even if I got another promotion, higher echelon NCO's have to put up with even more bullshit than I was dealing with now. I'd had enough.

I hadn't heard a lot from Pop since I joined up, just Christmas and birthday cards, so it came as a shock to receive a letter from him six months before my final enlistment was up. The letter said that he had quit drinking, and gotten remarried to an employee that had a couple of teenage daughters, who had been drooling over my old wrestling pictures in the high school yearbook.

He also mentioned that he had managed not only to save his own car lot, he was about to acquire another Chevy dealership in Lubbock! He said that between the service departments of the two dealerships that a lot of cash would be moving around, and that he was looking for someone he knew and trusted to oversee internal and external security. He offered me the job if I wanted it, starting at sixty thousand bucks a year!

Now, sixty grand a year looked pretty damned good to an E-7 Marine that was about to be unemployed! My experience as an MP would serve me well in a security job, too. I had been wondering what I was going to do after leaving the Corps, and here it was! I wrote my Pop and told him I'd take the job just as soon as my enlistment was up.

Pop responded that he was thrilled by my acceptance, and couldn't wait until I was home. There was plenty of room in his new house if I wanted to move in with the new family, he said, but I had other ideas about that. I still had a hundred and fifty grand in the bank from my mom's life insurance, plus another thirty grand or so I had socked away while I was overseas, so I planned on having my own place. I wasn't about to let his new wife and her daughters cramp my lifestyle. HA!

I separated from the Marines on my twenty-fifth birthday. I was six foot three, and two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle. My hair was a flattop with whitewalls, but what hair I had was full and dark. Even though it was July, I left the Island in my dress blues, with lots of big red and yellow stripes and all kinds of medals and such. It was a bit warm, but you wouldn't believe how much easier that uniform makes traveling. Marines in dress uniform seldom pay for their own meals or drinks!

I arrived in Dallas at about five o'clock that afternoon. I saw Pop as soon as I walked off the concourse. He looked good! He was forty-six now, but apart from a few laugh lines around his eyes and some salt and pepper in his hair, he and I could pass for brothers. He was accompanied by a brunette and a blonde, two of the most drop-dead gorgeous women I'd ever seen in my life!

"Kenny! How are you, son?" Pop asked, stepping forward to greet me with a big smile and a hug.

"I'm great, Pop." I replied brightly, "You look great! I see you've begun escorting supermodels, too!" gesturing toward the two smiling women.

Pop grinned hugely. "Son this is Sarah, my lovely bride, and her eldest, Krystal. Girls, here's the guy I've been talking about all year."

Sarah's spectacular! Although she's thirty-eight, she has the face and body of a woman a dozen years younger. She's tall, slender, and tanned, with silky chestnut hair that falls to the middle of her back, and a pair of bottomless blue eyes, enhanced by a trendy pair of dark-rimmed glasses. She was fashionably dressed in a snug black, sleeveless dress that hugged her fabulous body like a glove. It was cut just low enough to show an enticing amount of cleavage, with a hem two or three inches above her knees. She was wearing a beautiful string of pearls around her neck and her earrings were seed pearls in silver. Her long, shapely legs were clad in black stockings, and she wore black patent leather high heels on her feet. She looked like a movie star!

"I'm so pleased to finally meet you, Ken." Sarah said, extending her hand. "Bobby's right, he hasn't quit talking about you ever since I've known him. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." Her smile had a fascinating sneer in it, one of the sexiest expressions I'd ever seen on a woman! I shook her hand and hoped I wasn't drooling noticeably.

Krystal, her daughter, was simply breathtaking as well! Only eighteen years old, she's tall and slender like her mom, with almond-shaped eyes of azure blue, high cheekbones, and a slightly upturned button of a nose sprinkled with just the perfect number of freckles! Her fine, straight honey blonde hair hangs hangs like a golden waterfall to her waist. She wore a cropped, coral colored blazer over a white Cowboys tank top that was sheer enough to show off the red sports bra underneath, and her long, long legs were clad in sheer white leggings under a pink plaid miniskirt. White high-heeled cork sandals completed her ensemble. She was (is!) an absolute vision, and when our eyes met, I knew that my life would never be the same again.

Krys was checking me out, too, her baby blue eyes roving over my dress blues with excited interest! "Hi, Ken," she said shyly, her flawless smile brilliant in her tanned face. "I'm so happy to finally meet you! I've always wanted a big brother." She looked earnestly at me for a moment, then dropped her eyes awkwardly.

"I've often thought I'd like a little sister, too," I said, "but I never thought she'd be a cover girl." Krys smiled automatically, and I realized immediately that she was irritated by flattery, and that compliments about her looks weren't the way to her heart. She probably had men hitting on her twenty times a day.

"So, where's my other new sister?" I asked, looking around. I think Sarah was pleased that I already referred to her daughters as family.

"She's at home. Her best friend, Amy, had a slumber party for her sweet sixteen, and Jackie didn't want to miss it." my gorgeous stepmom replied. "She can't wait to finally meet her older brother, though. She and Krys have been mooning over your old high school yearbook pictures ever since they found them. You were pretty hot in high school, you know." she grinned, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling!

Krystal blurted, "He's even hotter now!" She seemed to suddenly realize that she had spoken aloud. Embarassed, her cheeks turned crimson as she looked at the terminal floor, the other passengers, anywhere except at me. Her mouth had betrayed her, and I could clearly see how awkward and uncertain she felt about meeting me. I realized that for all her spectacular beauty, she was still just a teenager, and that social situations made her feel out of her depth and nervous.

I chuckled, "Hey, sissy, I'll make a deal with you. We can talk about anything except how freaking gorgeous we are, okay?"

That broke the ice. Everybody laughed out loud, causing the people nearest our group to look around to see what was so funny. Kryssie's smile became genuine and warm, all nervousness gone, and Sarah's smile was relaxed and friendly.

Dad cleared his throat. "Son, if you're ready, I thought we'd grab some dinner at Cattleman's in Fort Worth before we drive home. I know you're tired, but it's only a few hours and Sarah and I have an important meeting in the morning."

"You think I'd turn down dinner at Cattleman's?" I asked, feigning amazement that he'd even ask such a thing. "When you're buying? You've gotta be nuts! Fort Worth, ho!" I exclaimed, offering my arm to Krys, who grabbed it like it was a life jacket on the Titanic! Sarah took my dad's arm, and my stepsister and I followed them down the terminal to baggage claim. Krys was thrilled at the smiles and the greetings other people gave me as we walked, thanking me for my service.

"So, Pop, how'd the new Lubbock dealership deal go?" I asked conversationally.

"You're a little behind on the news," he replied over his shoulder. "I was looking to acquire the one dealership, but when GM approved the franchise, another big dealer that's looking to retire offered to finance the acquisition of all his lots too, for a really sweet price! The Davis clan is now looking to acquire five new car and two used car dealerships, in addition to the one in Lubbock! Tomorrow's meeting is to set terms for the deal."

"Jesus! Can you handle all that?" I asked incredulously.

"I can with your help, and the help of your new stepmother." he said. "She's made me believe I can do anything. She's not only a marketing genius, she's a helluva business manager."

I looked at Sarah with a reappraising look, and she winked back at me. "Marketing cars is easy when you have a great product and good service. And a dealer you trust. People love your father! I couldn't help falling for him myself."

Dad said fervently, "And kept him from falling on his ass! Make no mistake, son, she's the reason we still have a roof over our heads. I don't have half the brains she does." Sarah kissed his cheek and nuzzled his ear. Behind them, Krystal mimed vomiting into her hands. I laughed out loud at her antic, and she giggled in return, her blue eyes sparkling up at me.

"Alright, kids, behave!" Dad said in a paternalistic tone. "Here we are! How much luggage, son?" I only had one suitcase, a hanging bag for my uniforms, and a sea bag. We snagged them off the carousel and headed to the valet parking station.

Dad had driven a big, black Tahoe stretch limo. At his request, I got in the front seat with him so we could talk a little before we got to the restaurant. Krystal made a face, but Dad told her, "You can ride in the back with him going home, because your mother and I need to go over our presentation for tomorrow. It's a three hour drive back, and we'll have to hit the hay as soon as we get home."

Krys' face brightened and she gave me a wink. "Let's get going, I'm starving!" she cooed to Dad, although she was looking at me! She glanced over her shoulder at me as she climbed into the back of the limo and caught me watching her fine little butt! She grinned and winked, and my cock gave a twitch! I didn't want to hurt my Pop or Sarah, but my little stepsister was incredibly hot, and any idea that I could just ignore her charms and keep my interest in her strictly fraternal was just ridiculous.

As we entered the maelstrom of DFW traffic, Pop glanced at me nervously. "I never got to apologize for the way I fell apart after your mother died, son," he said. "It wasn't that I didn't care about you, or the house, or the business. I didn't care about anything." He swallowed. "She was my everything, your mom. My sun rose and set on her, and you. Then she was gone, and so were you. The only thing I wanted was oblivion."

"I understand, Pop." I replied sadly. "You hit the bottle and I joined the Marines, but we were both running from it. I was just as lost as you were."

Pop nodded and smiled gratefully. "A year after you left for Parris Island, I finally came to my senses. I had almost lost everything I had. I'd lost your mother, then you, and my car lot was about to go under. I had become a useless, whining lush, and I finally realized it. I knew I was better than that. I quit drinking, got into recovery, and worked myself back to sanity. Just in the nick of time, too."

My father shook his head in a disbelieving sort of way. "I had local creditors and Detroit breathing down my neck, and the State was after me for back taxes. I couldn't waste any more time with self-pity, I needed to start moving inventory, and fast! I sold our old house for a half million, and called in my last favor from an old frat brother at Union bank for a two hundred grand loan. I was able to keep the creditors at bay for a bit, so I took a chance and spent some money I couldn't afford for a marketing consultant. That was Sarah." Pop grinned at the memory. "It was both the biggest and the best risk I've ever taken."

"The first thing Sarah did was get me to donate a couple of new passenger vans that had been gathering dust on the lot for a year to the Shriners, to transport sick children and their parents to the Shriners' Hospital in Dallas," he continued. "That got us some news spots, and a few Public Service Announcements with the Shriners on TV. Just as good or better than regular commercials, and didn't cost us a dime! Detroit liked it, too."

Pop glanced over at me to make sure I was suitably impressed. "Then she came up with the damnedest marketing tactic I ever heard of - ‘Lifetime warranty.' The only condition was that in order to qualify for the warranty, buyers had to finance through the dealership. People flooded in the doors! Detroit told me I was insane." He chuckled. "I thought it was crazy, too, at first, until Sarah explained how it works."

"It's like this; forty percent of our customers lease cars, because they want a new car every couple of years. That's great, it keeps inventory moving and we sell the old leases as used. Our real bread and butter, though, is new car sales. Most of the extra costs incurred by a ‘lifetime warranty for new car buyers' is offset by higher interest rates on the financing. A few folks balk at the increased interest rates and want to shop elsewhere, but ninety percent of them only hear ‘Lifetime Warranty."

Pop chuckled. "Like I said, your stepmother's a genius. Anyway, our car sales quickly got back to normal levels. While we weren't really selling a lot more cars than we did before I started drinking, what the GM offices in Detroit saw was a one-year increase in sales of forty-five per cent, while sales numbers at every other dealership in Texas remained flat! GM made us their number one dealership in Texas!"

He grinned ruefully and shook his head. "Between the number one in Texas rating, the Shriner publicity, and the lifetime warranty, the damage done to Davis Motors' reputation by my drinking has disappeared. I've been incredibly lucky, and it's all because of your stepmom. I'll always be grateful for what she's done, and rely on her business acumen. I'll especially be depending on her tomorrow."

I was impressed, and told him so. "She sounds like just what you need to make this humongous deal work, Pop. You got a one in a million."

Pop sniffed. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world, son. I've hit the million-to-one jackpot twice now. First time was with your mom. I want you to know that I'll never stop loving her, son, but she's gone, and I have to move on."

"Hey, Pop, I understand completely!" I said. "I've had to move on, too. The Corps was what I needed for a long time, but it really quit working for me a couple of years ago, after they sent me to the Navy witch doctors after my last deployment. I don't need babysitters anymore, I need to find out what's next for me."

Pop grinned and punched my shoulder. "What's next is a couple of beers and a big ol' ribeye! We can figure out the rest after we eat."

He grew serious."Seriously, now, tomorrow's meeting has the potential to make us very, very wealthy, son, at least on paper. Our real estate assets alone will be worth well over half a billion if this deal works out. The financing we intend to propose will give us title to all the real estate, no leasing involved. The only short-term debt we'll accrue is inventory and outstanding service contracts. We're using the original Chevy dealership in Center City as collateral on the deal, so we don't have to rely on any bank loans."

"You were right to ask me in the airport if I can handle all this, Ken. I'm definitely feeling the pressure. We have to be careful, though. The guy that's selling these dealerships isn't someone I like or trust, but the opportunity is too great to just reject out of hand. We'll need a strong management team, and people we can trust in the right positions. That's where you come in."

It was great to see the ambition back in my father's eyes. "How can I help, Pop?" I asked.

"I want you to be Security V.P. for Davis Enterprises, son, all nine lots. That includes IT security, monitoring and auditing all service departments, complaints, warranties, parts and personnel costs, and making sure our money is going where it's supposed to, as well as the physical security for all the dealerships. It's really a desk job, but you'll be busy running all over Texas to do it."

"But Pop, I don't know anything about accounting, or payroll, or management, or any of that administrative stuff!"

"Crap," he snorted. "You were a Drill Instructor. You managed hundreds of people and their records every day!"

"Managing jarheads isn't like managing civilians." I argued. "Those grunts were trained to do their job and obey orders. They were scared to death of me."

"This is a lot more relaxed, son." Pop replied. "This is a white collar position. You're not going to have to wipe these people's butts like you did all those Marine recruits. The personnel in these dealerships have been there for years, mostly, and they know their jobs. Don't worry, I'm not going to take you around next week and tell everybody, 'here's your new boss.' Your job will simply be to make sure everything's legal and correct. While it may sound like bean counting, I think you'll find it a lot more challenging than that."

He sighed. "Anyway, if we make this deal tomorrow, we'll take a few weeks to go to each new dealership, meet all the general managers and personnel, and arrange for audits of each of their departments. I've been selling cars a long time, and I know how a successful dealership should be operating. Like I said, though, I don't trust the guy we're buying from. Detroit says all his numbers look okay, but the guy has known mob connections, so we're going to be doing a lot of fact checking and cash flow verification."

"What do you mean ‘if we make the deal'? I asked. "What's the hangup?"

"Sarah's come up with a safety valve for us, and we're going to spring it on them tomorrow." Pop said. "They won't like it, but we're not going to give them a choice. Just in case everything isn't just as kosher as we've been told, we'll insist that the acquisition contract will have an escape clause giving us an entire year to back out of the purchase. Knowing how the cash moves around those dealerships is going to be a vital part of our verification process. What you'll be doing is an important job, and I can't let just anyone help me do it, Ken. I need someone that I can trust completely."

I whistled. "Now I understand why you want me for the job. They won't be happy if we back out, will they? Just say they go for it, though - what's the next move?"

"We'll spend the next couple of months just looking around." Pop said. "We'll take some time to see the lay of the land, and see where each dealership stands, and double-check all the numbers. You'll meet all the people working for us, form your impressions of them, and not step on anybody's toes. At least not yet."

"Then you'll review audits of the service departments for all the car lots. You won't need an accounting degree, you'll just need to be familiar with cash flow statements, personnel costs, GM service culture, and the terms of the service contracts and warranty policies of the different car manufacturers. You can start with our old Davis Motors service department, and then do Lubbock to get familiar with the process. We know they're in good shape."

"So, you up for this, bud?" he asked as we turned into the restaurant parking lot. I felt a surge of affection for my Pop. That was the question he had always asked me when I was growing up, whenever I was faced with an important decision.

As we pulled under the awning, I told him, "Pop, in Afghanistan my team was all I had to keep me alive. I'm part of your team now, Pop, and I'll have your back no matter what! Yeah, I'm up for it. Besides, you know I can't resist a challenge."

Tears welled in my father's eyes. "Thank you, son. I need you now more than ever." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Let's eat." We got out of the limo and Pop gave the keys to the valet. Sarah saw Pop wiping his eyes and asked if he was okay. "Never better." he replied, pounding my shoulder.

Sarah took dad's arm, and I offered mine to Krys. Again, her grip was fierce and possessive, and she smiled brilliantly as we entered the ritzy restaurant.

Cattleman's is the steak house for the elite of the East Texas business world. Million dollar deals are made within its walls every day, and the clientele are the rich and famous, the creme de la creme of the Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex. The food is five-star, and its location in the Ft. Worth stockyards is as Texan as it gets. Cattle are no longer bought, sold, or driven through there anymore, but the Stockyards are still standing, and are on the National Register of Historic Places. The businesses there now are very upscale and trendy.

Business or evening wear is mandatory in Cattleman's. (Cowboy hats and boots are always acceptable business attire in Texas!) Dad was fine in his gray Armani suit, and while Sarah would look elegant in a burlap sack, her dress was nice enough for business or cocktails. Krystal was a little casual, but who's gonna send away a supermodel for any reason? Besides, her escort was a Marine in full dress!

Sarah was worried we wouldn't get a seat without a reservation, but the Maître d' greeted my father by name as soon as we walked in. "Mr. Davis! So good to see you! Table for four!" He beckoned imperiously at a waiter to seat us.

"Hiya, Larry!" Pop said, shaking the guy's hand. "How're the kids doing?"

"In the pink, Bobby, thanks to you. Darla and Greg are thinking about naming their first born after you. Is this your son you were telling me about? Semper Fi, bro! Larry Bascomb, Panama and Desert Storm!"

"Ken Davis, Larry, just back from the Island and Afghanistan." I responded, giving Larry's hand a hearty shake. "Always a pleasure to meet a fellow Marine."

Larry escorted us to our table himself. My uniform and the spectacular beauty of the girls made ours easily the most glamorous party in the place that evening, and it seemed like every head in the restaurant turned to follow our progress!

Dad held Sarah's chair for her while I held Krystal's. The teen was thrilled at he looks our party was being given, and at being treated in such a formal manner. "I feel like a real lady." she said to me as I seated her.

I put my hand on hers, feeling electricity between us when we touched! "You are a real lady, Krystal, and I will always treat you as such," I said, looking straight into her sky-blue eyes, "I will also cheerfully break the jaw of any man that doesn't."

Kryssie's eyes grew round, her lips parting slightly. "Oh my!" she murmured.

Sarah beamed at me and turned to my dad. "I can see that a blarney tongue is hereditary in the males of our family."

Pop grinned back at her, not to be outdone, and said, "As is the flawless beauty and cunning wit of the females."

Sarah breathed, "Ohhh, that's very good!" Pop winked at her and chuckled.

Pop ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon from the wine steward, and indicated to the waiter that Krystal was to be served also when it arrived. Krys, immensely gratified to be treated as an adult, sipped her champagne delicately. "Ooh, it tickles!" she gasped as the bubbles went up her nose.

We laughed and made light conversation all through dinner. Neither Krys nor I seemed to be able to look away from the other, even when people stopped by the table to shake my hand and thank me for my service, or to shake hands with my father and congratulate him on the huge business deal we were about to realize. One guy even thought Pop and I were twin brothers! Sarah and Krys both felt glamorous, and absolutely thrilled with all the attention and envious looks we received!

Pop winked at me. "Two weeks ago, most of these assholes wouldn't have given me the time of day," he said quietly, so only our family could hear. "Now they're kissing up because we're making the big deal of the day." I suspected that Pop wanted us to see and be seen at Cattleman's. We could have eaten dinner anywhere, but Pop was making sure that word got around in Dallas about the Davis clan!

About eight, Pop paid our tab and started yawning pointedly. Sarah stuck one of her fingers in his mouth when yawned the last time, and he vainly tried to bite it off.

"Look, Bobby," she said in a practical tone, "why don't we just get a hotel tonight? By the time we drive home it'll be midnight, and we'd just have to get up at five and drive it all over again."

Pop blinked as his gorgeous wife continued. "Jackie's over at Amy's, so we don't need to worry about her. The Marriot can clean and press your suit overnight, and this dress will be just fine for me. We can go over the cash flow and balance sheets on my laptop at the hotel tonight. Tomorrow morning we'll be rested and refreshed, and able drive over to Irving in plenty of time, no rush. Ken and Krys can just hang at the hotel till the afternoon, and we can stay again tomorrow night and celebrate, and then go home Saturday!"

Dad looked thoughtful, and Krys said, "Ohhh, daddy, that would be so cool! I don't ever want this night to end, it's been so wonderful! Can we stay, pleeeze?" She batted her eyes at me coquettishly. "Can I borrow one of your shirts to sleep in, Kenny? I usually use one of dad's, but he needs his."

"Anything that I can give you that will make you feel warm and safe is yours, little sister." I said. "That's what big brothers are for."

Krys stared at me, her big blue eyes adoring, her perfect lips parting with a sensuous smile. "Thanks, big brother." she murmured.

Sarah just shook her head and muttered, "How do you Davis boys always know the right thing to say!"

Dad chuckled and reached over to slap my shoulder. "C'mon, Marine, let's go find a hotel!"

As we followed dad and Sarah out of the restaurant I couldn't help but notice the way Sarah's high heels made her luscious butt sway back and forth in that snug black dress! With an absolutely gorgeous blonde teenager on my arm and a perfectly shaped derriere twitching in front of me, I would have to have been dead or gay not to become aroused. My cock was already at half-staff as we went through the door!

While we waited for the parking valet, Krys stood on tiptoe and whispered into my ear, "Don't cha think my mom has a fantastic ass?"

I managed not to laugh. "It's perfect!" I whispered back.

My new stepsister snickered, and I felt her little hand reach under my uniform jacket to give my butt a hard pinch! "So is yours." she breathed.

I reached under her little miniskirt and caressed one of her perfect ass cheeks in return! She buried her face in my shoulder and moaned. I was glad that my dress jacket covered my crotch, because my cock was tenting the front of my pants!

When the limo arrived, Pop said to Sarah, "Baby why don't you ride up front with me this time? I'm not sure I remember where the Marriot is."

Sarah smiled knowingly. "I can understand that. You only stayed there about three times this past month..."

Krys and I got in the back seat. There was a privacy screen between the front and back, I was happy to see! Krys instantly straddled my lap and cooed, "I thought I'd never get you alone!" She pressed her crotch hard into my lap, grinding her sex against my hardened cock!

My beautiful stepsister covered my mouth with hers, her tongue seeking, probing, exploring! I reached under her little skirt to squeeze the perfect globes of her ass with each hand, sliding my finger along her soaking wet crotch, feeling the pantyless lips of her sweet pussy through the sheer material of her leggings. She gasped and thrust her tongue in my ear, panting with arousal.

"Oh my God, I want you so bad!" she breathed, "I'm gonna cream my panties! Fuck me hard, big brother, and fuck me now!"

"I want to fuck your mouth with my tongue." I replied. She obliged happily, sucking my tongue into her mouth with lustful greed, our tongues wrestling and darting! Kryssie squirmed her sweet little ass and moaned as I slipped my hands under her leggings to caress her squirming butt, moaning with lust as my fingers brushed the puckered rosebud of her anus!

"Oh my god," she whined. She writhed and ground her crotch against mine! "Yes! Oh, Jeezus, I want your cock! Pleeeeze!" she begged, her voice rough with carnal need.

I chuckled throatily. "Wait till we get to the hotel and I can get out of this monkey suit," I told her. "We'll get together all night long, little sister! I'm gonna fuck every hole you have, hard and fast, slow and sweet. Then I'm gonna fuck you all day tomorrow, and then I'm gonna fuck you all night tomorrow night!"

The horny teen moaned in frustration. "I want your cock now!" she whined.

"Why don't you suck me off?" I suggested. "That way I won't be so quick to cum later on, and you can ride my hard cock for hours."

Kryssie hopped off my lap and unzipped me quick as greased lightning. She had some difficulty getting my rock hard boner out of my pants, and when she did she grinned hugely!

"I knew you had a big one, I just knew it!!" she whispered. I shivered with pleasure as she ran her little hand up and down the throbbing length of my boner. This was easily the hottest girl I had ever been with! "What a dick! It's as long as Daddy's, but it's fatter! You're gonna be a tight fit!"

"My cock will fit you just fine, baby, "I growled. "Suck my dick! Make me spunk in your mouth!" I unbuckled my belt and slid my trousers down to my ankles. I wasn't really surprised to hear that Krys was fucking Pop. Any heterosexual male that could still sport a hard-on would be fucking her if they could!

She lowered her head and began to expertly swirl her tongue around the velvety knob of my phallus. I gasped when she took all the man-meat she could into her mouth, sucking on it like a boss! The only noise audible over the country music on the radio was the sound of the slurping and smacking of her perfect lips as she mouth-fucked my hard wang! She was a skinny little thing, but boy, I'd bet she could suck a softball through a soda straw! She came up for air, slobber drooling from her wanton lips onto my fat nuts!

"Mmm, tasty cock," she exclaimed, "Gimmee your juice!" She wrapped her lovely lips around my engorged fuck tool again, fondling my fat nut sack with one hand and jacking my turgid root with the other while she sucked!

"Oh, baby, that's so good." I moaned. I put my hands on either side of her head and began to fuck her face, just a little bit, so she wouldn't gag. Her right hand reached between her legs to frantically flog the engorged little nub of her clitoris, while her left hand kept busily jacking up and down on my hard pole! I reached over to squeeze and slap her ass, kneading and caressing the sweet cheeks and thrusting a couple of fingers into her dripping gash! She groaned lustfully, her perfect little ass dancing around as I finger fucked her soaking twat!

"Fuck my face," she whined, "I wanna taste you!" She dived onto my cock again, sucking for all she was worth! She fondled and licked my balls, and I moved my fingers to her sweet asshole! She stiffened and began to moan, bucking her ass frantically, pushing back hard on the fingers invading her hot little anus and squirting hot streams of sparkling teenage cum all over the car seat!

I felt my own climax building. "Jesus Christ Almighty, here it comes, baby! Suck that dick!" I groaned, grabbing her head and jamming my my erupting fuck stick into her mouth! She whined and moaned as I shot spurt after spurt of hot, creamy jism into her greedy mouth! She swallowed gluttonously, as rapidly as she could, but it still wasn't fast enough to keep her from spilling some cum onto my fat nuts! She swallowed all the hot spunk I was able to spew, then began lapping my cock and balls with her eager tongue, greedy for every last drop!

Drained, I could only stroke Kryssie's beautiful face and smile. She kissed me again, desperately, our tongues darting and dueling while I breathed in her exquisite aroma. When we broke apart, I saw the hunger in her eyes, but a vast amount of fear as well. My stepsister, I realized, was probably as intelligent as her mom, and like other beautiful, intelligent women, she was complicated, with lots of issues. I made a mental note to treat her carefully.

Kryssie began getting her clothes in order, and I straightened out my uniform just as we pulled into the hotel parking lot. We parked at the main entrance and gave a bellhop the luggage, along with Sarah's laptop. Dad threw the parking valet a twenty and told him the keys were in it. We turned to enter the lobby and Krys suddenly rubbed her finger on my cheek. "Lipstick!" she giggled.

I whispered to her "That parking valet's gonna earn that twenty! It's gotta smell like forty monkeys were fucking in that back seat!"

Kryssie guffawed, and Sarah and Pop turned to look at us from the concierge desk, grinning pretty hard themselves. At first I thought they must be aware of what had been going on behind their backs in that limo, but then I noticed Sarah's hair was slightly mussed, and there was a lipstick smudge on the crotch of Pop's trousers! Maybe they hadn't been worried about what was going on in the back seat at all!

Sarah looked at her beautiful daughter knowingly and gave her a broad wink. Krys giggled and grabbed my hand. Sarah got a compact out of her purse to check her lipstick, slowly licked her lips and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a Kleenex. She snapped her compact closed, saw me looking at her, and smiled that mocking, sexy-ass, slightly sneering smile. My stepmother was an incredibly erotic woman!

"Oh, momma, look!" Krys exclaimed. She pointed at a placard on the counter that said, "Forgot your swimsuit? Hyatt-Regency has you covered! Just ask!"

Sarah ask the concierge, "Do you have swimsuits for sale?"

"Yes ma'am," he replied. "Men's and women's. For the men, we have white gym shorts with black seams and a pocket, small to double-x large. The women's suits are form fitting spandex bodysuits, actually, but they serve quite well for sunbathing." He took one from behind the desk and exhibited it for the girls. "They're quite sheer when wet, however, and some ladies aren't really comfortable with actually swimming in them. They're kind of a ‘one size fits all,' depending on your body shape. We have them in small, medium, and large."

"We'll take a man's large, and two of the women's, please, in the small size." Sarah said.

The clerk looked surprised, glancing at my gorgeous stepmom's ample cleavage. "Would madam like to try a medium? I'll be happy to exchange."

"Small will be fine." Sarah winked at Krys, who giggled naughtily! The carefully professional clerk handed over the two suits and charged them to the room.

Pop handed each of us a keycard. "Suite 816. Two bedroom suite with a foldout couch. If you guys want to use the bedrooms, mom and I will take the couch. We still have a presentation to go over."

Sarah snorted. "Oh, for joy." she said sarcastically.

I maneuvered to get Krys and myself onto the elevator first, so we could go to the back and I could fondle her sweet butt cheeks on the way up to the room. She wiggled her ass and bit her lip!

When we got to the suite, we were pleased to find that the living room and one of the bedrooms each opened onto a balcony overlooking the olympic-sized pool, eight floors below in the hotel courtyard. Each bedroom had a queen bed, an armchair and a flat screen TV. The living room had a comfortable fold-out couch and a soft rocker-recliner, as well as another TV, telephone desk and chair. The bathroom had a large walk-in shower and a jacuzzi tub, and was well stocked with thick, fluffy white towels and four big terrycloth bathrobes. A small kitchenette with sink, microwave, and fridge was next to the hall door.

"Anyone like a drink?" Sarah asked, examining the well-stocked kitchenette fridge.

"Just a diet coke for me," Pop replied.

"First thing I'm going to do is get out of this monkey suit," I said, "and take a shower."

Sarah said, "Ohhh, a shower sounds heavenly."

I bowed and gestured to the bathroom, indicating for Sarah to go ahead of me. "Ladies first, by all means." I said.

"Why don't we just go for a swim?" asked Krys. "I want to try on my new bathing suit!" The hot little blonde was looking at my crotch and almost drooling!

I winked at her. "That'll work! I've got some gym shorts in my bag that'll do me just fine." I couldn't wait to get my new sister into that pool!

"You kids go ahead. Mom and I have stuff to do." Dad said, winking at me.

I went into the balcony bedroom and hung my uniform up. It was a bit travel stained, so I decided to send it to the hotel cleaners along with dad's suit. I put on my shorts and a t-shirt and went back out to the living room. The workout clothes I wore were tight, and showed off my ripped physique to advantage, not to mention the size of my bulging package!

Sarah gave a wolf whistle when I entered. "My God, would you take a look at that!" she exclaimed. My prick started to expand!

Dad grinned. "Yeah, Ken's always been a fitness fanatic." He was already stripped to his boxers, so I could see that he was in pretty damn good shape himself. No flab to be seen! He was a far, far different man than the blubbering wreck I had left at home when I joined the Corps.

He and Sarah were side by side on the couch waiting for the laptop to boot up. Sarah was wrapped in one of the hotel bathrobes, and Kryssie bounced out of the bathroom in one of the plain white bodysuits we had purchased downstairs. The suit was cut high on the sides, sheer enough for me to see her nipples, and snapped in the crotch. It fit the slender teenage girl perfectly, and I knew I had to get her out of there soon, or my cock would soon jump out for everybody to see! Jesus, she was hot! I hastily moved my hanging uniform in front of me so my boner wouldn't show.

"Uh, dad, could you, ahh … send my ahh… uniform to the… cleaners... along with your, ahh … suit?" tearing my gaze from Kryssie. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass, and poking out the front of her bodysuit!

"Sure, son, just hang it by the door on your way out!" he said, jerking his head toward the door and smiling salaciously at his wife, who seemed a bit flushed for some reason!

"I've got towels, lets go, Kenny!" Kryssie whined. Both she and Pop seemed real anxious for us to get down to that pool!

As soon as we shut the door, Krys shoved me against the wall, right there in the hallway, and grabbed my erect prick while it was still in my shorts!!

"Fuck me!" she breathed into my mouth, standing on tiptoe to plaster her open mouth against mine, jacking her little hand up and down the shaft of my clothed penis! I enjoyed her lewd ministrations for a few seconds, then grabbed her hand away from my throbbing man meat to pull her down the hall. She giggled naughtily and kept grabbing for my crotch.

"Lets find a place to hide." I told her. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless, but I don't want to go to jail for it!" On the way down in the elevator I asked, "Do we need protection? I've got some rubbers in my pocket." Getting my new sister pregnant wouldn't be the best way to impress her mom!

"Relax, big brother," she said. "Momma's had me on the pill ever since she caught me sucking our landlord's dick." I didn't think it was possible but my prick got even harder!

We went down to the pool area. It was a weeknight, so we had it all to ourselves. Even the jacuzzi was empty. That was a good thing, because my hard prick had poked right up through the elastic waistband of my shorts, reaching right up to my belly button! I needed to fuck!

"Over here!" Kryssie jerked my arm and pointed underneath a stairwell. There was a fully stocked maid's cart there, ready for tidying rooms the next morning.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed, moving the cart a couple of feet out from the wall, and as we slid behind it I grabbed a few towels for us to kneel on. My cock was so hard it hurt!

Krys grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down. My engorged cock sprang free as she knelt down and sucked my swinging balls into her mouth. She groaned in satisfaction as she twirled and swirled her hot tongue around my fat nuts, releasing them to lick up and down the shaft of my cock. I grabbed her hair, fisted my stiffy, and thumped her cheek twice with it, listening to her moans of lustful protest.

"Turn around!" I ordered.

"Yes, big brother! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! I want it so bad!" she cried softly as she knelt on the towels and leaned forward on her elbows, her long legs spread wide to offer me her sex! I reached between her legs to unsnap the already soaking wet crotch of her bodysuit, and she gasped as her bald, glistening slit and rosy anus were exposed to the night air, swaying her perfect ass from side to side! I placed the bloated head of my cock between the soaked lips of her pussy and began stroking it up and down, teasing her in preparation for a nice hard dicking!

Kryssie groaned with frustration and thrust her pelvis backward, trying to impale herself on my big fuck stick! "Now!" she moaned, "Jesus, Kenny, I need your dick so bad! Fuck it in me! Make me cum on your big cock! Do me hard, baby!" She slid her hand underneath her and used her fingers to spread the lips of her dripping cunt wide! I placed my mushroomed cock head into her juicy hole and skewered it home!

"Ahh!" she cried out! "Oh, yeah, God, baby, it's so goddam big! So hard! It feels so fucking good! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

I began sawing my throbbing meat in and out of my stepsister's soaking cooze rapidly, and grabbed a pillow off the cart for Kryssie to muffle her increasingly loud exclamations of lust! I fucked my manhood deep, feeling the incredible tightness of her slick walls stretch to accommodate my rigid flesh!

Kryssie shouted into the pillow, and her pelvis bucked wildly! "All the way!" she hissed at me, "All the way, Kenny, fuck that giant cock all the way in! To your nuts! I'm gonna cummm!"

I sank into her up to my balls! Kryssie yelped as my bloated glans bumped her cervix, my enormous boner completely filling her! I hammered her gash hard, feeling the tight walls of her sloppy vagina clench and milk my cock, my ears filled with the obscenely erotic slurping and sucking sounds of my steely phallus plunging in and out of her! Krys climaxed, and her salty juices splattered all over us when my pelvis smacked against hers!

Krys grunted and moaned, wiggling her ass wildly, driven insane with lust as I sawed my iron hard cock in and out of her! We were making a bit of noise, but no one was around. Not that either of us cared by this point! All we cared about was our overpowering need to fuck and fuck and fuck!

I saw some miniature bottles of baby oil on the cart, the ones they leave in the rooms for guests. I grabbed one and shoved it up Kryssie's ass, squeezing out the contents into her tiny sphincter!

She screamed into the pillow again, as I thrust my thumb up her ass, her dripping twat impaled on my raging cock! I lost control, and slammed my big prick in and out of her tight cunt just as fast and hard as I could! Krys sobbed into the pillow, her fists clenching and unclenching, clawing at the concrete!

I pulled her upright, clapping one hand over her mouth to muffle her joyful shouting, while I used the other hand to knead and squeeze her small, perfect breasts and pinch her hard nipples! I pistoned in and out of Kryssie's delectable gash urgently as I felt her approach another orgasm!

I've never seen anyone cum so hard! The beautiful girl stiffened and jerked as if being electrocuted, her tongue thrusting against the palm of my hand, licking uncontrollably as she squirted! She clawed at my muscular forearm with one hand, and reached between her legs to fap her hard little clit with the other! She grabbed my arm and sank her nails in as her whole body convulsed, and her hot juice flooded my dick and swollen ball sack! She came again and again, soaking the towels she knelt on!

Kryssie went limp. I kept my hard cock in her, her perfect body cuddled in my arms. She turned her head to be kissed, so I did, gently, tenderly, my lips barely brushing hers.

"Did you enjoy that, baby?" I murmured playfully.

"I've never cum like that before," she replied, amazed. "That was the most incredible fuck I've ever had! And your still hard as a rock!" she giggled, wiggling her ass to move me around inside her!

"Hard as steel, baby! You make me harder than any fucking rock!" I grunted. "I told you that hot beejay you gave me in the limo would keep me going! Like the Energizer Bunny, I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you! You're going to be cumming all over my cock and balls all night tonight and all day tomorrow!"

Kryssie smiled. "When you shoved your thumb up my ass, I thought I was going to explode!" she exclaimed. "Now I'm all sloppy and juicy, and your cock slides in and out so easily, baby! Jesus, I love your big prick!"

"I'm rather attached to it myself," I teased, "and stop calling me Jesus!"

She laughed and kissed me again, harder this time, her desire amplifying. She dropped to all fours again and moaned as I began thrusting in and out of her. I thrust my thumb up her ass.

"Yeah, baby, Kenny, fuck me!" she moaned. I thrust another finger in her butthole! "Oh yeah! Do it, do it, baby!" Ahh!" I pointed to the pillow, and she obediently muffled herself. She wiggled her ass back and forth on my prick, and I shoved another finger up her ass! She shouted into the pillow and thrust back into my fingers!

I started to fuck her rhythmically, thrusting deeply into her soaked cunt as I alternately plunged my fingers in and out of her ass!

This is the hottest girl I've ever fucked, I thought to myself. Let's see if she's ready for the main event!

I pulled my fingers out of her ass and put my hand on the back of her neck to pin her head to the pillow. I simultaneously pulled my dripping cock out of her soaked cunt and pressed the massive head against her tiny sphincter!

"Mmmmm," she moaned quietly. I released her neck. "Go ahead, Kenny, fucking destroy me!" she cooed lustfully, pushing her anus against the fat tip of my cock! "Shove that monster cock up my ass! All the way to your fat nuts! Fill my butt with hot spunk!"

I smiled a devilish grin. "Anything to help out the family!" I growled.

I pressed the fat, bulbous head of my prick against her little bitty sphincter. Even though I had gaped it a little with my fingers, it was going to be a tight fit! Kryssie moaned into the pillow and gyrated her hips as my giant cock stretched her tiny asshole open wider and wider! She was lost in pleasure and pain, wanting hard dick up her ass more than anything in the world! Finally, the fat helmet of my cock popped into her anus, her little sphincter stretched beyond belief! She was shouting into the pillow again, and I began easing my steely fuck pole into her an inch at a time!

"Tell me when to stop, baby. I don't want to hurt you." I said, gritting my teeth!

She turned her head to the side, breathing hard. "You can stop when that giant cock is balls deep in my ass!" she gasped, thrusting her butt onto my prick. "Fuck me! Slap my pussy lips with those fat nuts!"

I began shoving a bit harder. "Nnnnnggghhh! Aahhh!" Kryssie hissed. "Deeper! Dick that asshole!"

I began fucking in and out of her sweet shithole with short, easy strokes, until I was finally buried in her! Unbelievable! My teenage stepsister wiggled her skinny little butt to waggle the entire length of my hard meat around inside her hot, buttery colon! I began fucking in and out of her faster and harder, while she wiggled and humped back eagerly onto my buggering fuck tool! I poured another bottle of baby oil on my prick, lubing myself to begin a hard, fast, machine-gun fuck!

Kryssie writhed and screamed into that slobber-soaked pillow! I grabbed her by the waist and pounded her asshole with everything I had! I had never experienced anything like the raw lust and savage need of this gorgeous slut! All those trainees on Parris Island were nothing compared to my teenage stepsister! As I sawed my raging meat in and out of her guts I could feel my load churning, and knew that the fantastic heat of this incredible fuck was soon going to end with an explosive spunk!

"Oh, yeah, do it!" I shouted. I didn't give a fuck where we were or who heard it, all I was worried about was fucking my stepsister's hot, hot asshole! "Move your juicy ass! Wiggle that tight asshole all over my cock! Ass fuck that big dick, you hot slut!"

Krys was flailing her arms wildly, slapping the concrete and making incomprehensible noises into the pillow, speaking in tongues! Her body stiffened again, jerking in thunderous orgasm, squirting hot girl juice all over my legs, cock and balls! I plunged my iron cock deep into her as my own orgasm erupted!

"Here… it...COMES! Gggnnnggg!" I grunted, and torrents of sticky cum spewed into her asshole! Kryssie flipped quickly over onto her back so I could shoot ropes of spunk onto her face, her tits, and finally into her gluttonous, sucking mouth! She sucked my deflating cock slowly, milking every drop of cum she could get! The sight of her sweaty, cum-covered face, sensuous lips wrapped around my girth, my softening cock slipping slowly from her mouth, was one of the most erotic visions I had ever seen!

Kryssie used her fingers to idly squeegee my spunk off her tits and face, greedily sucking her fingers, gazing into my eyes with a totally feral expression. She licked and sucked my flaccid member, swirled her tongue around my nuts, then moved up to lick and kiss my six-pack abs!

I lay back on the concrete, utterly spent. She lay atop me, idly licking and sucking my nipples. After about five minutes, I came back to our surroundings. "I think we'd better clean up our mess, baby, before the cops get here."

She didn't move right away. "I love it when you call me nasty names while you're fucking me!" she whispered. "I love it when you talk dirty. I really am a slut, you know. I love fucking and sucking more than anything! But now I can't fuck anyone but you or daddy. Nobody else can compete!"

"If you say so," I replied. "I certainly intend to give you all the cock you can stand! C'mon, let's clean up."

Kryssie stood up in front of me. "Would you fasten me?" she asked with a small smile playing on her lips.

I reached for the tabs of her bodysuit, squeezing and kneading her ass. I sniffed her soaking cunt, slick with her cum juices and my semen. I sucked the little nub of her clit into my mouth, flogging it with my tongue, while she writhed and moaned, grabbing my ears to shove my face into her filthy slit!

I let her go. "I can see that we still have some fucking to do!" I said. "Let's get in the jacuzzi." I fastened her suit, taking a moment to squeeze her ass cheeks and give her cunt a last, lingering kiss.

We wiped up the baby oil and jizz with cleaning supplies from the cart, and threw the used towels and soaked pillow into the laundry bag. After we put the cart back against the wall, we walked over to the jacuzzi and called room service from the pool phone to order some bottled water and iced champagne. After it arrived, we each had a couple of glasses of champagne, cuddling in the warm water and necking.

I turned on the jacuzzi's air jets and shucked off my shorts underwater. Krys straddled me and grabbed my cock after I unsnapped her suit, inserting it between her sweet pussy lips. As she bounced up and down weightlessly on my hard dick, I reached under her bodysuit to fondle her titties. Her tits weren't huge, but they weren't tiny, either, about a 32b cup, I'd say, maybe a c. She had puffy little strawberry areolae, with pert little nipples that grew rock hard at my touch.

"Oh my God, baby, I love your cock!" she exclaimed as she jounced around in the hot water, my giant fuck tool filling her cunt completely!

This was fucking hot! I'd never experienced anything like it! Kryssie was moaning with delight and wonder, writhing enthusiastically! She spun around on my rigid dick like a top!

"Jesus fucking god! Oh Christ, baby keep that shit up! It's so goddam good! Fuck!" I was loud, but we had figured out that nobody was paying attention to us anyway.

Krys squealed and kept twirling on my prick. "Yeah, fucker, fill me up with your fucking cock! Blow your hot load into my cunt!! Fuck meee!!!

The horny teen stopped twirling long enough to kiss me hard, her eager tongue thrusting and probing my mouth. I took the opportunity to shove a couple of fingers in her asshole. She bucked and ground her pelvis against mine. I felt her grow rigid again, her entire body jerking with the spasms of her orgasm! She kept on kissing me, yelping into my mouth as she spewed stream after stream of her cum into her stuffed womb!

"Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!" she yelled, her pussy spewing hot, salty juice into the roiling water! She fell back against the side of the jacuzzi, her eyes wide with amazement and wonder at the intensity of her climax! I jumped up and shoved my prick into her eager mouth, and rope after rope of my gooey man cream hosed steadily into her gullet!

It was my turn to fall back into the jacuzzi, completely wiped out. We just sat where we were for a couple of minutes, just staring at each other incredulously and gathering our strength. I got her to stand up and knelt in front of her, kissing her bare pussy and fastening the snaps of her body suit.

"Ready for bed?" I whispered, nuzzling and nipping her tender earlobes. She nodded and put her arms around my neck. I picked her up and carried her to our waiting towels to dry off.

Krys made no move to dry herself, she just sat there on the chaise and gazed at me wonderingly. I dried her slowly, taking time to fondle and kiss every part of her body. Then she dried me off as I had done her, making love to every part of my body. I picked her up and carried her all the way to the elevator and up to the suite, her arms around my neck, giving me small kisses and nibbling my neck the whole way. I had to put her down to unlock the door, but picked her up again when I saw that Dad and Sarah weren't in the living room. I saw the "do not disturb" sign hanging on the right bedroom, leaving us the one with the balcony.

I set Kryssie down in the bathroom so we could strip off our wet suits and hang them up to dry. Then we went to our bedroom and sat down on the bed. I gave her a t-shirt from my suitcase and she wiggled into it. I turned back the covers and tucked her in, giving her another lingering kiss. She clung to me for a second, and whispered, "I love you." into my ear. I smiled hugely at her and said, "Me too." Then I turned out her light and went to fold out the couch.

I slept like a log. The bed was comfortable for a fold-out, but after the incredible fuck-fest I just had with my gorgeous teenage stepsister, I think I would have slept just fine on a cactus!

Chapter Two - Kryssie's Problem

My internal clock woke me at five. I had been getting up at five o'clock for the past seven years, no matter how much or how little sleep I had the night before, and it had become a habit. Nobody else was awake, so I tiptoed into Krys' room to get some dry gym shorts. As I expected, she was out for the count, in pretty much the same position I had left her in.

I put on my sneaks and walked down to the lobby to go for a run. The night concierge told me that the neighborhood was pretty safe, so I went out and ran around the block for a half hour. I usually try to run five miles a day, but I didn't know when the others would wake up, so I settled for thirty minutes.

I went back up to the suite to shower and change. Krys' door was still closed, but Pop and Sarah's was open and their bedroom was empty. A knock at the door was the bellhop with my uniform and Pop's business clothes. I signed for them and jumped in the shower.

When I was through showering, Sarah and Pop had returned from working out in the fitness center. They were wearing the swimsuits they had purchased at the front desk. Sarah's lovely tits strained the fabric of the small bodysuit, and when she saw me come out of the bathroom in just a towel, she caught her breath a little and I saw her thimble-sized nipples harden! She smiled at me brightly and said, "Me next!" as she pushed past me into the bathroom. I turned to catch a glimpse of her fabulous ass before she closed the door.

Pop put on a t-shirt and a pair of my flip-flops so we could go down to hit the hotel's free breakfast bar for some eggs and ham and waffles and such. He looked a little worried, and I asked him what was up.

He sighed. "Just the jitters. I keep looking for something wrong with this deal."

"What's up, Pop?" I asked. "If you feel that weird about it, don't do it."

"This is too good to just pass up, son." Pop took a deep breath. "Okay, here's some of what's going on."

"We're buying all these car lots from a guy named Walt Giancosimo. He's the brother of Fast Freddy Giancosimo, the Florida mob boss. Walt says he's ready to retire to his house in Barbados, and he wants to sell to me because I'm GM's golden boy in Texas right now. GM has given him their blessing, and their accountants say all the numbers look good, but I still think that I'm missing something somewhere."

Pop waggled his fork at me. "Here we have one of the biggest car dealers in Texas, with a known mob connection, that suddenly wants to get rid of seven successful dealerships all at once, just so he can go dig for clams in the islands. I don't buy it for a second."

Pop was leaning close, so that only I could hear him. "Just his brother was enough to make me smell a rat, but I found out something else, something that really makes me uneasy."

"What's that, Pop?" I asked cautiously. My pop doesn't scare easy, and if he was worried about something, it was worth worrying about.

"Your uncle Miles was in Detroit last week for a GM Service Award convention." (He was referring to Miles MacIlhenney, his longtime service manager and best friend. I've called him‘Uncle Miles' pretty much my whole life.) "He was shooting the bull with a couple of old friends at dinner one night, one of whom works in Franchising. He told Miles to congratulate me on acquiring the new Lubbock franchise, and being selected over the other dealer that had been lobbying hard to acquire it. Guess who that other dealer was!"

I didn't have to guess. "Walt Giancosimo," I said grimly.

"Right in one," Pop said. "So now, I'm about to go sign a contract with the brother of a known mobster, that told me he's been wanting to retire and move to the islands for a couple of years now, is ready to give up ownership of seven profitable car lots in order to do so, but was doing his best to beat me out of a franchise assignment only two months ago."

Every alarm in my head was blaring! "It stinks, Pop," I said. "This smells like jaguar shit in the jungle in July! He's still after that Lubbock franchise, you can bet your ass on it! What's his angle, though?"

"Dunno. That's why Sarah suggested insisting on a back door in the acquisition agreement," Pop said. "We're demanding an escape clause that gives us up to a year before we close the sale. We'll be able to walk away from the whole deal and be held harmless if we find anything illegal or unmentioned in the sales agreements. I figure Walt's gonna make his move, whatever it is, the minute we've given up all our available cash in closing the sale. If we can figure out what's up his sleeve and beat it, then we get seven car dealerships for the sweetest deal in Texas history. He'll have to give us a year to suss it out, otherwise we don't sign."

"We gotta figure out their angle, Pop." I said. "Especially Walt's brother. We gotta find out how Fast Freddy's involved in those lots, because for this kind of money, I'd bet my last dollar that he is."

Pop brightened and clapped me on the shoulder. "I agree. I wanted to let you get settled in at the house this weekend, and next week I planned on you, me, Sarah, and Miles sitting down for a powwow. This might be the deal of a lifetime for us, and we're gonna see if we can beat Walt's hand, or pick up our chips and find another game."

I smiled back at him. "That's my Pop," I chuckled. "Tells me, ‘C'mon home, son, and help me run the car lots! Oh, by the bye, we're gonna take on the mob!' Never a dull moment in Centeral City!"

Pop laughed. "Don't say anything to Krys about all this, okay? Sarah knows, but teenagers talk, and somebody might say the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time, if you get my drift."

I nodded my understanding. We fixed a plate for Sarah and nabbed a couple pieces of fruit for Krys, and headed upstairs. When we got back to the suite, Sarah had changed into the black dress she had worn the day before. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She had added a black short-sleeved blazer she had in the limo to her ensemble, and she looked very professional. Very professional and very hot!

"Thanks for the breakfast, baby." she told her husband. "Get showered and dressed quick, we need to be in Irving by ten." She sat in the recliner to eat. Pop gave her a mock salute, winked at me and went into the bathroom.

After he closed the door, Sarah took a bite of egg and said conversationally, "Krystal's sleeping like a baby. You must have fucked her brains out last night."

My jaw dropped. I was taken completely off guard. (I was to find out that Sarah has a knack for that. She can be as demure and elegant as anyone I've ever known, but when she wants to, she'll floor your ass with a blunt comment.) I sat there catching flies for a moment, and then tried to mumble something inane, but she just waved me off and kept on eating. She had pulled her chestnut hair back into a ponytail, and with her glasses and black suit and all, she looked just like a shrink.

"I don't know how much Kryssie's told you, Kenny," my gorgeous brunette stepmother continued, "but you should know that she has some issues. She's been diagnosed as hypersexual, and sometimes her behavior is beyond her control. She believes that sex is the only way to get a man to like her. She can't stop herself."

"Hunh?" I inquired intelligently.

Sarah paused. "Krystal's' father abandoned us when she was almost two, and I was pregnant with Jackie. I didn't have time to worry much about Krys, what with being a single mother with a toddler and another one in the oven and all. I put her in daycare at the local Catholic school and did my best to make ends meet. I tended bar full time for five years and did online college classes at night, and finally earned my business degree."

"After that, I was able to support myself and the girls more comfortably, but it was lonely." Sarah continued, her gaze losing focus as she remembered. "We lived in a rented duplex, and I had begun sleeping with our married landlord just for the sex. I got home early one day from work and walked in on Kryssie sucking his cock."

"Well, of course, out went the landlord and in came the shrink. I thought that perhaps Krys had been molested and traumatized in some way by the event, but then the shrink told me that Kryssie was the one who initiated the incident."

"He told me that apparently the nuns in the parochial school I sent Kryssie to didn't pay a lot of attention to how their little pupils interact. When she was eight or nine, the other little girls at school teased her for not having a father. She asked one of the nuns what was wrong with kids that didn't have a father, and of course the nun made her feel like she had done something horrible for even asking the question, and lectured her with a bunch of medieval crap. She was made to feel like she had done something horrible because her mother wasn't married."

"The poor girl had all this going on in her head, and then one day, a short while after that, she walked in on me having sex with a date. While I was showering, she walked up to the guy, I don't even remember his name, and asked him, ‘Are you going to be my daddy?" He laughed and told her, ‘Not me, but your mom's sure doing the right thing to get you one!"

I groaned and hid my face in my hands. "Oh my God. I think I see where this is going."

Sarah nodded. "Yup. Ever sense then, Kryssie's felt like she's had to have sex with a man to get him to like her. She's been to four different shrinks, and they all agree she's hyper-sexual. Nymphomania, they used to call it. She's been told that real love doesn't involve sex a hundred times, but she's never experienced the real thing, so she just can't understand. The problem is that she enjoys it, even if the men don't love her. She's come to believe that she's a depraved, sick, twisted, unlovable slut. She loathes herself."

Her smile was an expression of grateful relief. "Then I met your father. He hired me as a consultant three years ago. While Kryssie's problems had pretty well turned me off of men completely, I admired your dad for his drive, ambition, and vision."

She smiled in reminiscence. "One day I saw this little old pair of sisters walk into the dealership. They had to be eighty if they were a day. Remember the marketing campaign that included a lifetime warranty on new cars? Well, these little old ladies had pooled their savings and bought a used sedan from your dad when he was drinking, a year before the campaign even started, and had paid cash for it to boot. Problem was that their used car needed a new engine, and they couldn't afford to pay for it. They had come back to the dealership to see if the warranty applied to them."

I laughed, knowing my Pop like a book. "Of course it did!"

Sarah chuckled. "I knew for a fact that your dad was spending everything he made to try to get his car dealership out of the hole. He just smiled and winked at those old ladies, though, the way he does, and he told them that of course they were under warranty, and he would not only give them a new engine for their car, he would provide a rental for them while it was in the shop. That's when I fell in love with him."

Sarah's beautiful blue eyes filled with tears. "When your father and I first began to date, I kept him away from my children. I didn't want to put a temptation like Kryssie in his path, I was scared that both he and my daughter would betray me."

"But I saw the way your father does small kindnesses for people every day. His neighbors, his employees, and he's ready to do it for perfect strangers all the time. He trains his salesmen to treat every customer that walks in the showroom as a friend that we can help. ‘We're not here to sell cars, we're here to help people.' He really means it."

I nodded my head. I'd heard that slogan so often while I was growing up that it had gotten to be just noise to me. Pop really tried to live by it, though.

"I got to know him better, and discovered your father is one of the kindest, most loving men I've ever known." Sarah continued, "His only regret was driving you away. He wants very much to make up for that, Ken." I nodded again. "Bobby's attitude of service to others and giving back to the community is what turned his business around, not some stupid marketing ploy. I married him a year after we started dating."

Sarah looked at me frankly, and I could see in her face the conflicting emotions she was fighting hard to control. "Krys wanted a father, but she also wants sex with every man around her. The doctors had prescribed antidepressants for her, but the pills turned her into a zombie or made her sick, and she soon got to where she wouldn't take them. I tried changing her schools twice. She was fucking the teachers, the students, the janitor, everybody!" Sarah started to cry. "I finally had to home school her. She was wild, out of control! By some miracle, she hadn't picked up HIV or some other STD, or get into street drugs."

"What did you do?" I asked. I couldn't stand seeing her cry!

"I married your father." she answered, sniffing back her tears as she smiled! "I decided that if I couldn't keep Krys under control, I could at least give her to a decent, kind man, the kind of father she had always needed and wanted."

Sarah straightened, blinking back the tears and smiling that sneering grin that turns me on so much. "And it's worked!" she said simply. "Your father understands what's going on with Krys, and loves her all the more for it. I know he's out of his mind in love with me and I trust him completely."

"I asked him to start having sex with Krys." she said. "Your father loves me enough to do it for me. Krys is happy to have a father at last, and I know where my daughter is at night. Not a perfect arrangement, but way, way better than it was."

Sarah looked at me cautiously. "I was apprehensive about you, Kenny," she said. "I was happy about you and your dad reuniting, for your father's sake, but concerned for Krys and how a new brother would change things, y'know?" I nodded. "When I met you at the airport, though, and saw you smile and greet us with the same charm and kindness your father has, I thought things might be alright."

"Then I heard what you told your dad outside the restaurant, about being on his team, telling him you had his back and would do everything possible to help him out. That you would give him the same dedication and loyalty to our family as you would for your brothers in arms." Sarah's eyes were brimming with tears again. "I realized then that I had nothing to worry about, and that my daughter would be in good hands."

"Take Krys with my blessing, Kenny. Keep her satisfied and keep her at home. But I want you to know what you're getting into. A day may come when you feel she's betrayed you, or cheated on you. I just want you to realize that she can't help herself." She walked over and kissed me on the cheek. "Welcome to the family, Ken. As screwed up as we are, we're yours and you're ours."

I was intoxicated by Sarah's perfume. I was confused a little, too, wondering if I should feel guilty about balling Kryssie senseless the night before, and knowing full well that I intended to fuck the shit out of Sarah, too, if I ever got the chance!

"Krys will probably sleep for a bit, so you'll have time to sort out your thoughts." Sarah said. I wondered if she could read my mind, too! (I still wonder about that fairly often!)

The bathroom door opened and my dad emerged in his boxers, smelling of soap and cologne. He looked quizzically at Sarah, and she said, "I told Kenny about Krys, Bobby. Everything."

Pop looked at me apprehensively. "I hope you're okay with all this, pal. We've got a lot going on in the family right now, and I really hope you can handle it. But if all this is just too weird for you, I'll understand. It's weird for me, too."

I stood and hugged my dad. Then I hugged Sarah. "I've got some adjusting to do, all right," I said "but let me set your minds at ease about one thing, at least. I'm here for the long haul. You guys are my family no matter what, for better or for worse. I'll give you everything I have and break the neck of anybody that tries to harm us. Especially Krys."

Sarah exclaimed "Oh!" and flew to wrap her arms around me, sobbing. My dad stood there in his boxers, holding the hangar with his freshly pressed trousers, tears in his eyes. Then he sat down and put his head in his hands and gave a huge sob. Sarah went to sit next to him and hugged him tight.

"You see, baby?" she said to him. "I told you he had to know! I knew he wouldn't run away again! He's your son, through and through!"

Dad composed himself and sat with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped in front of him and looked at the floor for a long moment. He looked so vulnerable! He began to speak in a low voice, so quiet that I had to kneel in front of him to hear.

"Ever since I married Sarah I've been wondering how you would accept our situation, Kenny. I've been thinking that I drove you away once, and if I did it again, I'd never see you again. I've been scared to death to tell you what's going on." He raised his head to look at me, his blue eyes still welling tears.

"Sarah convinced me that you joined the Marines because I couldn't tell you what was going on with me, and that the only way that you would trust me now was to be straight up with you. Now I know she was right."

I looked right back at him, tears glistening in my eyes as well. "I was angry, dad. So angry. As angry as an ignorant teenager can get. I was angry at you for losing it. I was angry at mom for getting killed. I was angry at school and the world around me, and I took the first out I could find."

I gripped Pop's hand. "I learned a few things about myself in the Corps, though, Pop. I learned that, like you, I'm a man of principle, and never, ever thought that cheating someone else to better my own circumstances is acceptable. Also like you, I'm fiercely loyal to those I love, and the Marines showed me that loyalty, honor, and principle are all any man of integrity has that's worth anything."

"One of the things I was angry about was having to watch, as I perceived at the time, as you betrayed yourself and all those principles you taught me. I never thought to put myself in your shoes. Your world had just been destroyed the same as mine had."

It was my turn to start crying. "I miss her more every day, and I know you do too. She was the glue that held our world together, and then she was gone!" I snapped my fingers. "Just like that!" We were both bawling now, me gripping his arm and him holding my other hand. Sarah was trying to hold us both at he same time.

I walked over to get a cup of coffee and compose myself. "You had to go through that hell alone, Pop, and I did too. But the situation Sarah just told me about with Krys proves that we both learned something from mom's death." I took a sip of joe and sniffed, wiping my eyes.

"We learned how to be the glue, Pop!" I looked at my father. "In Afghanistan, I had a squad, and then a company that depended on me to hold it together and make decisions when things went south. You've come through your hell, licked it, and pulled a valuable business back from the brink of failure. Not to mention the accomplishment of earning not only the respect, but also the love and trust of one of the most incredible women I've ever had the pleasure to meet." I raised my coffee cup to Sarah, who smiled gratefully, if tearfully.

I continued, "You've been the glue that's held the world together for Sarah and her mixed-up family. Now our world is about to get a whole lot larger, and you'll hold that together, too!"

Dad straightened up and gave a small grin. "I'll need your help, son. All of it I can get."

"You'll have it. I think I'm already in love with Krys." I told them. "She's a little high strung, but there's a lot more to her than meets the eye." Sarah grinned and Pop nodded his agreement with my assessment. "She told me yesterday that she's been sleeping with you, Pop, so this morning wasn't a complete surprise."

Pop said, "I was afraid you'd think I was a dirty old man, that I was being selfish and hurtful to both Sarah and to Krys."

"You?" I laughed. "Selfish and hurtful? How about human, Pop? I mean, think about it! What would any red-blooded, heterosexual man do if someone as spectacular as Krys wanted to sleep with him? She's a knockout!" I raised my coffee to Sarah again. "Just like her mother!"

Sarah grinned her sexy smile again and winked at me. I felt my cock stir. Jesus, she was hot!

I turned back to my father. "Besides, when Sarah told me that she not only knew and approved of what was going on between you and Krys, but that she had suggested it, I realized that you're doing your damnedest to help your wife with an impossible situation. How could I judge you for that?"

"What about you, Kenny? How will you handle Krystal's behavior?" Sarah asked. "Are you the jealous type? She'll break your heart. What will you do if she wants to sleep around with other men? Your dad?"

"I'll keep her happy, Sarah." I said confidently. "If she still wants to sleep with Pop, it's okay with me. I love and trust him and his motives. I don't have the right or the desire to take away her security blanket. But she'll stay at home with us. Pop and I are everything she's been looking for."

"You sound pretty confident in yourself," my gorgeous stepmom said with a skeptical smile. "You've only known her a day, after all."

"I've had a bit of experience with shrinks and antidepressants myself, Sarah," I said. "My experience is that psychiatric medicine is at best an experiment. I got more help from fellow veterans than I ever did from a shrink. My bros helped me to learn to live with myself the way I am, while all the shrinks did was poke pills at me and say, ‘let's see if this works."

"Do you remember what I said to Krys at the restaurant yesterday?" I asked. "When I told her that I would always treat her like a lady and defend her honor? And that she can have anything of mine she wants to make her feel safe?"

"I remember." replied Sarah, "But I thought you were just schmoozing her."

"I meant every word of it. Krys is perfect, just the way she is, even with all her problems and self-doubt. Se just needs to find that out for herself. I intend to do my best to be her father, lover, or friend, whichever she needs. I'm going to be her glue." I waved to include both her and dad. "Along with you two."

Pop clapped a hand on my shoulder and said, "I love you, son," while Sarah hugged me tight. I kissed her forehead and curbed my desire to grab her gorgeous ass!

"Jesus!" Pop yelled. "Look at the time!" He started pulling on his clothes hurriedly. Sarah grabbed her laptop and picked up the phone to call for the limo.

"Sorry, guys," I said, "I hope you're not late."

Pop tucked in his shirt. "Just grab that tie, would you Sarah? I'll tie it in the car."

He looked at me and smiled. "Don't worry about us getting there a little late, son. The deal won't happen until we show up. This little chat with you has done more for me than any amount of money ever could, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world! The Marines have not only made you a man, they've made you thoughtful, and wise."

I laughed. "If I'm thoughtful and wise, it wasn't the Marines that did it, Pop. It was you."

He smiled big and gave me a wink and a hug. I followed them to the door. Sarah kissed my cheek and left. Pop hugged me again and whispered in my ear, "Kryssie likes it rough in the morning." Then he, too, was gone, and I was left alone for the day in a five star hotel suite with my nympho stepsister!

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