The Chase Pt. 03

PART 3

§ 1

When we finally make it to Annah's place a few hours later, everyone except Sienna and I are wiped out, still in need of rest, so we help the three of them into the house and straight to bed.

First I get Annah to her room while Sienna takes Summer to a third bedroom located in the basement. I tuck Jenni into the guest bedroom, the one we were supposed to sleep in during our previous visit.

Once we're finished, Sienna and I tour the rest of Annah's house. Out back, in the small pool house, we discover a cozy little guest room with barely enough space for a twin bed, a small chest of drawers and a small closet. Conveniently though, there's also a small bathroom which includes a three by three shower.

I decide to claim that room for myself. Sienna insists on helping me test how comfortable the bed is, first on her knees, then on her back. Throughout the testing phase, she provides plenty of feedback, clearly indicating she's more than satisfied with the quality of the accommodations. As quietly as possible.

Afterwards, we check on the others, but they're all still sleeping soundly.

The following twenty-four hours are spent caring for the others. Between meals and short, quiet bedside talks with Jenni, Summer and Annah, Sienna and I cook what we can find and keep the place tidy. We also double check my bed to make sure it's still comfortable.

But we don't risk sleeping together. Instead, we take turns sleeping so at least one of us is awake and available in case one of the others needs something.

Sienna mostly shares a bed with her sister, but both of us spend some of our sleep time with each of the three. Whoever we happen to be lying down with, we sometimes hold protectively close, thankful they're okay.

Probably due to her youthful resilience,

Summer recovers first. Sienna is with her when she wakes up around four in the afternoon. After a short time, Summer sends her sister to retrieve me.

"How are you feeling?" I ask Summer as I sit down on the bed next to her.

"Like I've been sleeping for a year," she answers groggily. "Sienna, will you please keep watch outside the door? I'd like to talk to Uncle Chase alone for a few minutes."

"Sure," Sienna answers, curious, but leaves and closes the door behind her.

"What's up?" I ask, concerned.

"Will you hold me for a little while?" she asks, beginning to cry.

"Of course," I tell her, laying down next to her and wrapping her up in my arms.

She cries for a few minutes before whispering, "Please don't ever leave us."

"All the King's horses couldn't drag me away," I assure her, kissing the top of her head as it rests against my chest.

"Promise me," she pleads, her voice cracking.

"Shhhhhhh," I reply, pulling her tighter against me. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I promise."

"Thank you," she says, turning her head to look at me.

I brush away a few of her tears, but they keep falling, so I go back to reassuring her. "You don't need to thank me. This is right where I want to be."

She smiles, then pushes herself up enough to kiss me on the lips. It's short but sweet. Then she lays her head back down on my chest.

A quiet knock on the door precedes Sienna opening it enough to let us know she's alone and that Annah and their mother are both still sleeping.

"You can come in if you want," Summer tells her sister.

Sienna does, then closes the door again. She notices immediately that Summer is upset, so she crawls onto the other side of the bed and hugs Summer from behind.

"I'm sorry," Summer tells us. "I'm still a little freaked out about what happened."

"It's okay," Sienna says, adding her own tears to the mix. "You don't have to be sorry. I'm still freaked out too. I was afraid I'd lost you when we saw the house was on fire."

Summer turns towards Sienna and pulls her close. As the two of them hug each other, I wrap my arm around both of them.

"I made Uncle Chase promise he'd never leave us," Summer confesses, laughing through her tears.

Sienna laughs in return. "Good. Now I don't have to."

"Alright," Summer announces. "I'm getting hot now." We all laugh. Sienna and I back off a little to give her some breathing room.

"So... what have the two of you been doing to keep yourselves busy while the rest of us have been sleeping?" Summer teases, looking at her sister.

"What makes you think we've been doing anything?" Sienna counters with a smirk.

"Because when I woke up a little while ago, you were practically glowing, and now you have a guilty look on your face," Summer answers. "Plus, it's what I would have done." She turns towards me and smiles. "I guess I'll just have to catch up."

"Uhm..." I begin.

"Not right now though," Summer clarifies, laughing. "I'm not ready yet. Maybe tomorrow though."

§ 2

Jenni wakes up close to eight-thirty that evening and wanders into the living room to find us watching a rom-com on TV. She plops down in the middle of her daughters on the couch, both of which lean over to hug her.

"How are you feeling, Mom?" Summer inquires.

"Sleepy," Jenni answers with a yawn, hugging both her daughters in return. "But restless. I can't lay around anymore. I need to do something." She pauses. "And I'm starving."

"Well that's a good sign," I observe. "How about I take you to get some grub? We could hit the drive through then find a nearby park so you can stretch your legs."

Jenni replies with a smile, "That sounds wonderful Chase." Then addressing her twins, she asks, "Would the two of you mind staying here in case Annah needs anything?"

"Of course, Mom," Sienna answers for both of them. "You two go ahead and get some fresh air. We'll hold down the fort. Right Summer?"

"Yeah. We'll be fine," Summer concurs. "Maybe you could pick up a malt or something for us on your way back." She smiles sweetly.

"We might be able to swing that," I reply, standing up and offering my hand to Jenni. She smiles up at me as she accepts my gesture. Together, we leave the girls sitting on the couch.

After Jenni raids her friend's closet for something clean to wear, I help her into my car and we cruise the streets until she spots something that appeals to her appetite.

After I pull into a space at a nearby park, Jenni sets the unopened bag of food at her feet then leans over to give me a hug, followed by a very meaningful kiss.

"What was that for?" I chuckle.

Grabbing the bag again and tearing it open, she answers me between mouthfuls. "For me," she says unashamedly. "I wanted to, so I did."

"Well you can have more when you're finished eating," I point out, amazed at how fast she's putting the food away.

"I intend to," she proclaims boldly. "But I wanted to kiss you at least once before I ate so I didn't taste like this stuff." She holds up a couple French fries slathered in ketchup.

"Thanks," I tell her with a smile. "That's very thoughtful of you."

"I thought so too." Another bunch of fries disappear.

"But I would have kissed you even if you ate a garlic sandwich beforehand," I profess.

She finishes chewing and swallows, her gaze remaining locked on me. "Why couldn't I have married you instead?" she asks, her sudden vulnerability catching me completely by surprise.

My silence causes a look of concern to slowly creep in, afraid her emotions just overstepped my boundaries.

Before it becomes one of panic, my brain kicks in. "Because my parents would never have allowed me to get married at thirteen," I explain sagely.

Her look of near panic immediately changes to relief, then confidence as she comes back with her own quip. "Oh, but I could have helped you grow up quickly," she says seductively, dropping the meager remnants of her meal into the bag and setting it on the floor.

She sucks out what's left of her drink through the straw and swishes the contents around in her mouth like mouthwash, then swallows it. Tossing the empty cup in the bag, she leans towards me and asks, "Would you like me to show you how I would have done that?"

"Very much so, but are you sure you're feeling up to it?"

She locks her gaze on me and admits, "I'm not sure of anything right now Chase." She takes a deep breath and sighs. "My whole life is in turmoil and all I know for sure is that my daughters are safe and the only time I feel that way is when I'm in your arms."

"I could just hold you," I say quietly.

"Please," she tells me, crawling closer and turning her body so I can wrap my arms around her.

She doesn't cry, but I can practically feel the stress leave her body as I hold her for what must be ten full minutes.

"I'm ready for that stroll now," she says quietly before pushing herself up and kissing me again. "Thank you Chase."

The park includes a walking path that follows the curvature of a small pond around it's perimeter, and we take full advantage of it, holding hands as we do.

The sun sets as we make it about three-fourths of the way around, which of course brings the mosquitoes out en force, and we find ourselves hustling for the safety of the car. Jenni isn't up to the task yet so I carry her the rest of the way with her actually giggling like a schoolgirl the last couple hundred feet.

"My hero!" she broadcasts to the empty parking lot as I race to open the car door, heaving, and deposit her inside. I then race around to the driver's side and get in before I'm eaten alive.

Jenni is quiet as I drive us to Annah's, barely saying two words, but her grip on my hand as she holds it the entire trip back speaks volumes.

Jenni spends the night in Annah's bed. Sienna also sleeps the entire night with her sister. That leaves me alone with my thoughts as I lay awake in the small bedroom in the pool house.

§ 3

Annah wakes up the next morning, along with the rest of us. I get to the kitchen first and have breakfast almost ready by the time my nieces walk in. Each greets me with a chaste peck on the cheek.

As they're finishing, Jenni and Annah come in looking refreshed and beautiful. Annah becomes the center of attention for the next few minutes as we all express our joy at seeing her up and about.

Once our fears of possible lingering health issues are dissipated by Annah's assurances that she's alright, and thankful to be so, her and Jenni dig into their breakfast, leaving nothing but crumbs by the time they're finished.

Sienna and I insist on doing most of the chores and meal prep over the next couple days to ensure the others make a complete recovery.

Around noon on the third day after our arrival at Annah's, Annah proves she's back to normal by preparing lunch for all of us. As we eat, she addresses everyone.

"I think it's safe to say that most of us are going bat shit crazy sitting around here all day, every day, so I'm taking all of you shopping for new clothes. On me. Don't worry. I have plenty of money and no one else to spend it on. Let's focus on the basic needs first though. Now, should we all go together, or maybe just one or two at a time?"

"Well, no one around here knows me," I say. "Plus, I'm not actually dead and I still have my wallet, so I could probably take Jenni, or one of the girls with me. Maybe you could take the others? My only concern is that someone may happen to recognize them."

"That's not going to go away," Jenni says. "I've been thinking that maybe the girls and I should dye our hair."

"Oooooh! Can I color mine pink?" Summer asks excitedly.

"Uhm..." Jenni begins.

Summer laughs. "I'm just kidding Mom. How about auburn, like Annah's?"

"Awwww. You're such a flatterer," Annah says, side hugging Summer and kissing her on the cheek. "People would think we're twins!" She laughs.

"Well, no offense Annah, but... you could certainly be mistaken for her older sister, or at the very least, an aunt who's the much younger sister of her mother," Jenni points out. "Like Colton and Chase. They're twelve years apart."

"No offense taken," Annah tells her. "I know I'm still hot." She struts a little, then turns and wiggles her tush.

"Whoo hoo!" Jenni laughs. "Yeah you are!"

"See? This is what caused my irresponsible decision to move in with this cougar," I jest.

Annah laughs and saunters over to me. She places her hand on my chest and says in a gravelly voice, "It's because I know how to treat a man. I know what you young studs like."

"Oh my...!" Jenni says laughing. "Annah, you are so bad!"

The twins are looking at each other, unsure if Annah's serious. Annah sees the look on their faces and laughs. "I'm just playing."

"Darn," I say.

"Oh, that's too funny," Jenni says. "Thanks for being you Annah."

"I love you my friend, Annah says affectionately. "I did say we should see each other more often. I guess that's definitely happening, huh?"

"Gladly, but I'm going to look a little different I guess. I suppose I'll become a brunette, like Sienna. I won't be nearly as beautiful as she is though."

"Ohhh Mom," Sienna says. "You're positively gorgeous! Isn't that right Chase?"

"I've always thought so," I answer. "Stunningly attractive."

Jenni turns beet red, but smiles at the compliment.

"You'd look good as a brunette," I tell her.

"Alright then," she decides. "Brunette it is. What about you Sienna?"

"Well... I'm not sure if I want to go blonde. I like my hair dark. How about black? Would I look too goth?"

"I don't think so," Summer answers, taking a lock of Sienna's hair in her hand. "I think it'd look cute."

"Beyond cute," Annah says. "Exotic and mysterious cute."

"Now who's the flatterer?" Summer teases her.

"I'm just sayin'," Annah replies dramatically. "Nothing wrong with being cute."

"I agree," I chime in.

Both Annah and Sienna look at me trying to determine who and/or what I meant by that comment, a smile at the corner of their mouths.

"So, what's the plan?" Sienna asks, excited about the thought of being exotic and mysterious.

§ 4

After much debate, it's decided that Annah will take the girls to pick out the hair coloring items, plus some necessary female products, while Jenni and I pick go and up some groceries. Then, while Annah helps Jenni and the twins dye their hair, I'll go shopping for some clothes.

The girls get excited at the prospect of riding in Annah's Jeep. They drive away with smiles on their faces.

Jenni is excited to be alone with me for a while, but after five minutes of silence, she finally says, "Chase, now would be a good time for you to run away. You could go wherever you want and leave this mess behind you. No one would blame you. You've already saved our lives. We can't ask more than that."

I remain silent for a minute, giving her plenty of time to get her fears and anxiety off her chest. Finally, I reply, "Why would I leave behind four women I've come to care about so much? I'm no hero Jenni. Everything I do for you, Annah, Summer and Sienna is because of my selfish desire to spend time with all of you. That would be really hard to pull off if I left. I'd be alone and miserable. You all make me want to stay."

She doesn't reply, so I look over at her, expecting to see her crying. Instead, she's smiling at me.

"What?" I ask.

"That was very wordy." She laughs. "You could probably have said it all with just three words though." She pauses, then adds. "I love you too Chase. I think it's safe to say we all do. We selfishly want you to stick around. Possibly forever. Does that thought scare you?"

I look over at her again, unsure what to say, so I say the only thing on my mind.

"No."

She grasps my hand with hers, holding it tight. "I was hoping you'd say that."

A couple hours later, all five of us are back at Annah's house, home for everyone now I suppose. As the girls begin the hair coloring, I excuse myself to go buy some clothes. On my way to the local mall, I see a thrift store. On impulse, I stop to check it out. Having all new clothes might seem weird. Plus, there's something to be said for a pair of jeans already broken in.

An hour later, after trying on a dozen pairs of pants and a half dozen t-shirts, I buy three pair of jeans and all of the shirts. I'll have to tell the others about this place.

I drive another few minutes to the department store where I pick out some basic underwear and an extra pair of shoes.

Upon returning to Annah's, I discover the hair dyeing completed and the twins still in the bathroom finishing up.

Annah directs me on the use of her washing machine and its quirks, and I throw my 'new' clothes in for a good scrub. When I get back to the kitchen, Jenni is there waiting.

She looks... amazing. She's just as beautiful as before, but she looks good as a brunette. Like a different aspect of her personality has been revealed.

"Wow." I tell her.

"D'ya like it?"

I respond by walking towards her slowly, taking her in my arms, making a hungry, wild animal sound and pretending to bite her neck and ears.

She giggles and wiggles around, trying to get free, but I hold her tight, continuing my assault. This is when Summer comes out.

"What's going on?" she laughs.

I cease my assault on Jenni. Both of us turn to look at Summer. Her hair color is nearly identical to Annah's.

"You're positively beautiful, Summer!" her mother tells her. "Chase, what do you think?"

I release Jenni, make my way over to Summer, then assault her the same as I did Jenni. She too, wiggles around, laughing, but doesn't put up much of a fight.

Finally, Sienna appears. Her hair is black as midnight, as are her eyebrows. A hint of makeup has been applied to the outside corners of her eyes, giving the illusion that she's of at least partial Asian descent. She's stunning to look at, the very essence of exotic, just as Annah predicted. She watches me expectantly as I release Summer and focus on her.

I turn to Jenni and ask, "Who is this young woman? Has she traveled here from Italy, or perhaps the far east? I have rarely seen anyone so elegant, or beauty so rare. Help me, I'm swooning..." I place the back of my hand to my forehead and promptly fall down for emphasis.

Jenni laughs at me as she walks over to Sienna while I recover to a sitting position. Jenni places her hands on Sienna's shoulders and stares at her.

Summer says, "If I walked by you on the street, I'm not sure I would have known it was you! My twin sister!"

"I told you," Annah says. "Exotic and mysterious."

"I'm buying you a chastity belt," Jenni tells Sienna.

Sienna laughs.

I think to myself that I'm going to have a difficult time keeping my hands off Sienna.

§ 5

Now that Jenni's and the twins' disguises are ready, all five of us pile into Annah's Jeep to go shopping. Not wanting to be too conspicuous, she drops me, Jenni and Sienna off at the door first, then goes to park the Jeep.

Jenni and I leave Sienna at the Young Misses section first, then Jenni goes to look for clothes for herself while I mostly wander around, keeping an eye on them.

Annah and Summer show up in the Women's clothing section a half hour later with a cart already containing shoes and some intimates. The two of them seem to be hitting it off really well. They really could pass for sisters.

As I nonchalantly watch Annah help Summer pick out clothes, I notice a pattern. They talk a little, then Annah takes a top off the clothing rack and holds it up to Summer's chest, using her hands to slowly smooth the fabric against and around to Summer's side, assessing how snug it will fit. I don't think much of it until the third or fourth time when I notice the look on Summer's face during these assessments.

She obviously likes Annah, but the way she's reacting to Annah's attention implies it's more than that. Then I notice Annah's face. Instead of looking at the garment, she's looking into Summer's eyes. To me, it looks more like foreplay than shopping.

My observations are interrupted as Sienna approaches me.

"Whadd'ya think?" she asks, showing off a cute little outfit that fits her like a second skin. It reveals every curve in a very flattering way. Her nipples threaten to poke their way through the material. My eyes nearly pop out of my head.

"What I think doesn't matter, except I think that outfit will definitely force your mother to buy you the chastity belt she mentioned earlier."

"It looks that good, huh?" She smiles at me, then whispers, "What you think does matter, but that's okay. You don't need to say it out loud. The look on your face says all I need to know."

I clear my throat and ask her, "Where is your Mother?"

"She's over there," Sienna replies, pointing. Jenni is busy looking at things for herself, facing the other way.

"You should probably change before she sees you."

"I will. Do you wanna help?" She gives me a look that says she's totally serious.

"Really?" I whisper. "Here? Now?"

She realizes I'm using her own words during our investigation of the woods behind their house, so she comes back at me with mine.

"I was hoping we could just enjoy our little outing. Wishful thinking I guess."

With that, she turns and walks toward the changing rooms, her tight little ass beckoning me to follow. My loins stir, causing me to look around. Jenni is still facing the other way. Annah is still seducing Summer, or is it the other way around?

I casually walk away, following Sienna. When she reaches the changing room where she must have left her clothes, she turns and looks back. Seeing me, she smiles and enters, leaving the door open a crack.

I walk to the door, looking around to make sure no one is watching, then enter the room, close the door and lock it.

As I turn around, Sienna whispers, "Unzip me."

I unzip it all the way down, revealing the top of her panties, then help peel the outfit off her body. She's wearing no bra, of course. After stepping out of it, she hangs it up then turns to me and says, "Now I'll unzip you."

She has me sit on the bench, then I watch, mesmerized, as she kneels and pulls down my zipper. My erection springs out, ready for action, when she opens the front of my underwear.

She grabs it with both hands and squeezes. Then, taking the head into her mouth, she sucks on it, taking it slowly into her mouth, inch by inch. I caress her face and run my fingers through her exotic black hair.

A minute later, with my cock nearly down her throat, she pulls my pants down to my knees. Satisfied, she licks my cock from balls to tip one more time, then stands up and removes her panties. Climbing onto my lap, I grab her ass cheeks and take one of those wonderful nipples into my mouth.

She reaches down and guides my cock inside her dripping wet snatch, then slides down all eight inches. Stopping at the bottom, she let's me suck her nipples for a minute, then pushes me back so she can ride me.

She bounces up and down, faster and faster. Within three minutes, she reaches orgasm, trying desperately not to make noise, but not completely succeeding.

"Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm... ohhhhh... fuck," she gasps quietly.

As her breathing slows, she stares into my eyes, smiling. I can't help but kiss her. It begins passionately, but ends very tender and very sweet.

That's when I hear Jenni talking, "Have you seen Sienna, or Chase?"

"Not recently. Maybe they went to look for shoes." Annah's voice.

"Okay. I'll go check over there."

Ten seconds later, I whisper, "Shit. Get dressed."

I lift her off my cock and set her on her feet. "I have a very narrow window to get out of here without getting caught," I explain, somehow managing to zip my pants up and conceal my raging hard-on.

"Do you want me to take care of that first?" she suggests sympathetically.

"I'd like nothing more right now, but I don't want to risk it."

Sienna begins putting her old clothes back on. I decide to peek out and see if I can get out without being seen by anyone. I quietly unlock the door and open it just a sliver.

Standing ten feet away is a lady waiting for the next open room. I ease the door closed again and listen. Glancing over at Sienna, she's still only half dressed. Seeing her perfect breasts makes my cock twitch and throb.

Thirty seconds later, I hear a door open for one of other rooms. I crack open the door again and peek out. The coast is clear, so I open the door far enough to stick my head out. Looking around, I see no one, so I quickly exit and quietly close the door behind me.

Just then I see Jenni come around the corner. She suddenly turns and faces the other way, looking at an item of clothing on the rack.

Reacting without thinking, not wanting to explain why I look like my hand was just in the cookie jar, I search for a place to hide. I gently try the doorknob for the next changing room, not wanting to alarm anyone who might be inside. It's unlocked!

I very quietly turn the knob, open the door and slip inside just as I see Jenni begin to turn my way. I quickly but quietly close the door and lock it. As I turn around...

"Oh shit," I hear a familiar voice say. Sitting on the bench is Summer, completely naked. Kneeling between her legs, naked from the waist up, is Annah. Summer's legs are draped over Annah's shoulders. Annah's lips and chin are glistening with Summer's juices.

Annah looks at me, her mouth open as if to speak, but frozen, waiting for my reaction. Summer however, is smiling from ear to ear.

"It's okay Annah," she says calmly, watching me as she strokes Annah's hair. "Come here Uncle Chase."

Annah watches apprehensively as I slowly walk over to stand next to them. Summer reaches out and grabs the front of my jeans. Pulling me closer, she undoes the button and lowers the zipper, then pulls them and my underwear down. My already rock hard cock, still sticky with Sienna's arousal and subsequent orgasm, springs free.

"Wow!" Summer says, "You're ready for action, huh?" She grabs the base of my cock and engulfs it with her mouth. I let out a gasp of relief, "Oh... fuck." I place one hand on the back of her head and with the other, I massage her breast.

"You taste really good Uncle Chase."

"You can thank Sienna for that."

"Obviously this isn't the first time for the two of you," Annah observes, sounding mildly surprised. Summer responds to that comment by using her other hand to pull Annah's face against her pussy again.

As Summer massages my cock with her lips and tongue, I watch Annah make out with Summer's honeypot.

"Enjoying yourself Annah?" I ask, amused.

Shoving two fingers deep into Summer, she looks up at me and smiles. "She started it. She got me so hot and bothered I couldn't resist."

Summer pauses blowing me to comment. "You're so hot Annah, I couldn't resist. And I can't resist this either," she says matter-of-factly, swallowing six inches of my cock.

"We don't have all day," I tell them. "Let's speed this up a little. Keep going Annah."

After I pull out of Summer's mouth, I see her make a pouty face as I kneel down behind Annah. I undo Annah's jeans then pull them and her panties down to her knees. Teasing her snatch with my fingers, I discover she's already drenched, so I ease my cock inside.

"Mmmmmmm... fuck..." she whimpers quietly.

Summer smiles at me and says, "Obviously this isn't the first time for you two either."

Annah laughs quietly. "We actually did hit it off when he visited," she admits. "That part was true. I really was looking forward to Chase being my house guest. Mmmmmm..."

As i pound her from behind, she earnestly focuses on Summer's clit, bringing her to orgasm in less than two minutes. After Summer recovers, Annah has me switch places with Summer, then stands up to remove her jeans before climbing on my lap.

As she rides me, Summer stands behind her, cupping Annah's breasts and rolling the nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

"Your breasts are amazing Annah," Summer compliments her.

Annah laughs a little, panting. "Thanks. Your hands are amazing."

A short time later, Annah cries out quietly as she reaches her climax. She hugs me tightly until her body stops quivering, then kisses me tenderly and climbs off. She pulls Summer down with her as she drops to her knees and they take turns blowing me.

"Oh hey Sienna," I hear Jenni say just outside the door. "How's it going?"

"Hey Mom. It's going good. I've narrowed it down for clothes, so I just need to find a pair of shoes."

"Have you seen Chase?"

"Not recently. Maybe he had to use the restroom?"

"Oh well. How about we help each other pick out some shoes?"

"Sure Mom."

I look down at the new "auburn twins" sucking my cock.

"Summer," I whisper. "Are you up for a little something?"

"Sure. Where would you like me?" she asks, standing up.

"On your knees, on the bench, facing the wall," I instruct.

She does, then I position myself behind her and slowly push my aching, rock hard eight-incher inside her tight, eighteen year-old pussy, stretching and filling her up. After about three minutes, I feel my release approaching. Her panting matches my own.

"Here we go," I whisper breathlessly, pulling out and stroking. Annah, now fully clothed, slides onto the bench next to Summer and opens her mouth. I pump with one hand and hold the back of her head with the other, pulling her forward until the tip rests on her extended tongue. Summer repositions and sits next to Annah.

I shoot my first load into Annah's mouth, then turn to place the head on Summer's waiting tongue, shooting the next load of jizz into her mouth. I switch back to Annah, squeezing out another small stream into her mouth. Then I let go as she grabs it, sucks on the head and milks me.

She then turns to Summer, her lips closed, but smiling. Summer smiles back and meets her halfway. They share a french kiss, their tongues exploring, my jizz along for the ride. Some of my stuff dribbles out and runs down Annah's chin. Annah breaks off the kiss and catches it with her finger, which Summer promptly guides to her own mouth and sucks clean. Smiling at one other, they both swallow.

"Fuck," I say, enthralled. They both laugh at me, then kiss again.

I manage to sneak out of a changing room unseen for a second time. I immediately search for Jenni, finding her and Sienna just finishing up in the shoe department. Annah and Summer find us shortly after and we all make our way through the checkout.

Arriving at home, clothes are washed, food is ordered and eaten, laughs are shared, clothes are dried and put away, and everyone is tired after a long day, which is why I'm surprised to be woken up by a knock on my door just after eleven.

Slightly disoriented, I say, "Just a minute." Turning on the small lamp, I make my way over to unlock it. Opening the door reveals Jenni, wearing a robe and wide awake.

"May I come in?"

I open the door wider and step back. She comes in and sits down on the bed. I close the door and lock it, then sit next to her.

"Sorry to wake you," she says.

Nothing further comes out, so I ask, "Do you need me to investigate a noise in the garage?"

She laughs. "That's what I needed. A bit of normal. I miss you."

I look at her closely. She looks tired and worn. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

"Yes."

"Climb in."

She holds out her hand. I take it, assisting her to stand. She smiles at me fondly, then takes off her robe and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a t-shirt and panties. She sits down and slides under the covers.

I climb in next to her, turn off the light, then pull the covers over us. She snuggles against me, finds my face to plant a quick kiss on my lips, then rolls over to face the other direction. I pull her close, spooning her. She covers my arm with hers and lays quietly.

After a few minutes, I kiss her shoulder, then lie still again. I feel her body relax, and within five minutes, I hear her slow, steady breathing, telling me she's asleep.

As I lay there holding this treasure, I wonder if I haven't already fallen for her.

§ 6

In the morning, I'm awakened by Jenni moving. Daylight seeps past the blinds. The clock tells me it's just before eight. She rolls over to face me and whispers, "Thank you."

"For what?" I ask sleepily, pulling her closer.

"For being here. For being you."

"There's nowhere else I'd rather be, and I don't know how to be anyone else. I should thank you."

"Why?" she asks confused.

"For being you. For letting me be here."

"Well, I'm not even sure who I am anymore, and Annah's letting you stay here, so don't thank me."

"Oh. Getting feisty huh?" I tease, tickling her side. She squirms around and giggles, trying to tickle me back. She succeeds, causing me to grapple her, pin her arms to her sides, and roll her on top of me.

Unable to break free, she resorts to kissing me, leaving me completely disarmed. I relax my grip then slide my arms under hers and pull her in, returning her kiss. But she breaks it off ten seconds later.

"Sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom," she laughs. "And both of us need to brush our teeth." She quickly pecks me on the lips then climbs off to take care of that.

As I lay there enjoying the moment, I wonder about the future, specifically what the next few weeks are going to bring. Jenni and the twins can't remain anonymous forever. They're going to get cabin fever. They're going to need to rebuild their lives somehow until the mystery with the safe is resolved.

My thoughts are interrupted by someone knocking on the door, rapidly.

"Chase! Mom! Quick, come in the house." It's Summer.

As I get up to put on a pair of pants and a t-shirt, Jenni comes out of the bathroom.

"What's going on?" she asks, grabbing her robe.

I open the door. "What's up?"

"Quick! Come on!" She turns around and begins running, expecting us to follow.

When we reach the house, Sienna is in the living room with the TV on.

"It's about Dad!" she says.

As we watch and listen, the newscaster unfolds the story.

"An FBI spokesperson confirmed an hour ago that agents have apprehended several members of a suspected drug cartel operating out of a warehouse in a remote New Mexico location.

"Also arrested were several personnel affiliated with seventeen different financial institutions based in the United States.

"The arrests were the result of a sting operation conducted by a joint task force involving the FBI, the SEC and Homeland Security, and is the largest collaboration of this kind in our nation's history.

"It appears that three of the members broke into the home of a local man and stole a safe, then started the house on fire, apparently with victims inside, before transporting the safe to the warehouse in New Mexico.

"The FBI spokesperson explained that the group had been under surveillance when they attempted to break into the safe, which resulted in an explosion. Agents moved in to investigate after the blast occurred.

"According to forensic reports, the safe was rigged with explosives, killing seven of the group's members instantly, and critically injuring five more. The warehouse was also badly damaged.

"Though some of the safe's contents were damaged in the blast, most of the documents inside were apparently unharmed. These documents contained lists of names and bank account numbers.

"The evidence led the FBI to apprehend the leader of the group, two additional group members, and various personnel in the banking industry.

"The documents also led officials to the safe's owner, forty-four year-old Colton _______, who is believed to be the mastermind behind the scheme. In addition to money laundering charges, he faces several counts of manslaughter, attempted murder and aggravated assault.

"TSA officers nearly intercepted the man when he was scheduled to board an airplane for South America, but he managed to escape and is currently at large. The FBI is asking for the public's help to locate this fugitive and is offering a reward for information leading to his capture. He is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous.

"Anyone with information as to his whereabouts is requested to call the number at the bottom of your screen.

"Sports and weather, next."

The four of us look around at each other, trying to determine if we stepped into the Twilight Zone.

"Holy shit!" Sienna says, breaking the spell.

"Sienna!" her mother scolds, though she doesn't put much heart into her rebuke as she's too busy crying. Whether from relief or stress, I'm not sure.

"Holy shit is right!" Summer concurs. "Do you know what this means?" She smiles and hugs her mother, who hugs her back, both of them crying. Sienna and I join them.

I feel a sense of relief that Jenni and the twins are a little closer to finally being able to move on from this horrific nightmare. Yet while the others celebrate, I ponder the implications of this news.

"Mom, does this mean we can go back to our life now?" Summer asks. "I mean, we'll need to build a new house, but..."

"I don't know honey," Jenni replies skeptically. "I'm not even sure who exactly we should contact to let them know we're still alive. And it will take months to build a new house."

"It'll all work out," Sienna says confidently. "We can stay here until we're ready to leave. I'm sure Annah won't mind. But I think we should start by contacting the police. It would probably be best if Annah drives us to the station in person so she can vouch for our whereabouts these past few days. I mean, they might think we were part of it if we suddenly turn up alive."

"That sounds like a great idea Sienna," Jenni tells her proudly. "We should get dressed." She looks around. "Where is Annah?

"She went to pick up a couple things from the store to make breakfast," Summer explains. "I'm starving. I hope she gets back soon."

"Actually," I interject. "I don't think any of you should leave this house. Colton is out there somewhere. He may not be aware of the house fire, especially since he would avoid going there knowing the authorities are after him. He's desperate and he might be looking for you. I think it's best if you stay out of sight until he's apprehended."

"That's true," Jenni concurs, looking thoughtful. "Should we just call the police instead of driving there?"

Before I have a chance to think about it, my cell phone rings.

§ 7

We all look at each other, wondering the same thing. "It's probably Annah calling from the store with a question about what to buy," Jenni deduces, moving to pick my phone up off the counter. She does so, then hands it to me.

I don't recognize the number, but I'm suddenly struck with a feeling of dread. I answer it, hoping my fears are unfounded.

"Hello."

"Hey little brother." His voice is cordial but laced with layers of sarcasm and scorn. "Or should I say, little wife fucker? Or maybe little pervert?"

A cold, hard stone begins to form in the pit of my stomach.

Colton continues, "That was an impressive little fuckfest you had in that bitch's hot tub. I give you credit for nailing such a fine piece of ass. Great tits for sure."

My tongue is tied in knots and I'm unable to form any sort of reply.

"What's the matter bro? Cat got your tongue?" He laughs at me in mockery and derision, just like he's always treated me.

"Who is it?" Jenni asks.

"Oh, is that my frigid cunt of a wife I hear in the background?" Colt asks enthusiastically. "Tell her something for me, would ya? Tell her she was always lame in the sack and I don't regret leaving her for a second."

The cold stone grows hotter as he continues to spew his vitriol. Jenni notices the look on my face and begins to look afraid. This triggers something deep inside me, feelings I knew were there, and a resolve that hasn't yet been put to the test.

The cold stone begins to dissolve, and as it does, I realize my brother is baiting me with his cruelty. But why? What's the point? What does he have to gain by belittling us and putting me on the defensive? Why even contact me? He must certainly know I'm going call the authorities as soon as we hang up.

Then it hits me. He needs something, and he needs me in a certain state of mind to beat me at whatever game he's playing. I force myself into a state of calm.

"What do you want, Colton?" I ask levelly. Jenni hugs herself and begins to cry. Both of her daughters join her, but all three continue to watch me, wondering why my brother called.

"Alright, now that I've got your attention, listen up you little bastard, and listen carefully," he demands. "You're going to do exactly as I say or your little redheaded plaything won't make it to the next party."

"You've proven yourself to be an accomplished liar," I challenge him. "Why should I believe anything you're implying right now?"

"What's this?" he asks in mock surprise. "Has the naive little pushover finally developed a backbone? Who'd have guessed it? So you want proof huh? Just a sec."

After a minute, I hear Colton's voice in the background say, "Say 'hi' to your little fuck buddy."

"Chase?" It's definitely Annah. She sounds very scared and she's close to sobbing. I don't bother to ask her stupid questions like, 'Are you okay?'. Obviously she's not okay. Nor do I ask if Colton's hurt her. He wouldn't do that. He's too smart. He needs something and he won't jeopardize his plan to get it.

"You're going to be okay, Annah," I say in the most reassuring, confident and comforting voice I can muster. "I promise. We'll have you home in no time. Put my brother back on the phone."

Summer begins crying in earnest as she whispers, "He's got Annah. He's got Annah!" Jenni also cries harder and the three ladies cling tighter to one another. But Sienna looks angry, not afraid.

"Okay," Annah says in a shaky voice. "I trust you Chase."

After a short pause, Colton addresses me again. "Now you know the stakes."

"What do you want?" I ask through gritted teeth.

"You're going to fetch something for me and bring it to where I tell you. Once I have it, I'll let her go and that will be the end of it. If you say anything to the police or the FBI, it will be the end of her. Either way, you'll never see me again. It's up to you whether you see her again."

"Go on."

"In the horse barn, at the front of the feed bin cabinet, the small bottom panel pulls off. It's tight, so you may need to pry it off. Inside is a steel box. It's locked. Don't try to open it or there won't be much of you or the barn left. I know you've heard about those guys who stole my safe, so don't try to be a hero. You're not that clever."

"Why don't you just go get it yourself?" I suggest.

"C'mon, are you really that stupid, or do you think I am?" he asks in a tone that makes it clear he thinks I am. "They're probably stopping every car that gets even close to my property to see if I'm inside. I'm a celebrity now, but I'm not in the mood to sign autographs."

"What makes you think I can get in there unnoticed? They probably have someone watching the barn too," I point out.

"That's your problem," he tells me without a hint of remorse. "Call this number as soon as you've made it out with the box and I'll tell you where to bring it. You have until nine o'clock tonight. I won't wait around any longer than that. I suggest you leave now. Remember. No box. No redhead. No excuses. No extensions. Nine p. m."

The call disconnects, leaving my head spinning. Jenni, Summer and Sienna are staring at me, clearly desperate for an update on Annah and the reason Colton is holding her hostage.

§ 8

It takes at least fifteen minutes to explain the situation, convince Jenni and Summer that Annah is okay and that we'll get her home unharmed. By the time they calm down, I've formulated a rough plan in my head on how to pull this off.

It takes another thirty minutes to explain, without giving too much away, why I need to take Sienna and only Sienna with me, and to assure Jenni that I won't be putting her daughter in harm's way. I assure her that Sienna will only be helping with getting the box, that I'll be meeting Colton alone for the exchange.

I make it clear that the two of them need to stay far away so they can be the back up plan in case things go awry, giving them explicit instructions on what to do if they haven't heard from us by a certain time.

Thirty minutes after that, everyone is ready to leave. First, Sienna and I drop off Jenni and Summer at the nearby shopping mall, then just past noon, we're on the highway heading toward Jenni's property.

I lay out the next part of my plan as I drive. Sienna provides feedback and adds her ideas to mine. By the time we're half way there, we're both confident we can pull this off without getting caught, and without anyone getting hurt.

The next ten minutes pass in silence. All the while, Sienna watches the scenery fly by through the passenger window. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch her glance over at me briefly before focusing her gaze on the road ahead and breaking the silence.

"I'm guessing you picked me instead of Mom or Summer for this part because you were afraid they're both too emotionally attached to Annah," Sienna postulates. "Am I right?"

"That was the primary reason, yes," I confirm, though there must be more coming because there's no way it took her that long to deduce that.

"Why else?" She asks, clearly probing for a hint of something she's afraid to ask openly.

I answer truthfully. "You're sneakier and you're a quick thinker, so if things start to go sideways..."

Another mile of highway is left behind us before she finally asks what she really wants to know. "Are you in love with my Mom?"

After spending a minute or two thinking, I choose my words carefully, replying, "Are you asking that because she slept in my room last night?"

She looks at me. "Partly." I wait for her to elaborate.

"This is the first time she's openly acknowledged a relationship with you," she explains. "And you let her." She continues to stare through the windshield.

Sienna is jealous. Apparently it isn't about just having fun anymore.

"Sienna. I'm not going to apologize for not turning your mother away last night. If it matters, all we did was sleep. She's been under a lot of stress for the last few weeks, and longer. Not to mention she was basically kidnapped and nearly murdered."

I let that sink in a few moments before I continue. "Even so, I still would have welcomed her into my room last night, because I do love her."

Sienna turns to look directly at me.

"But you know what?" I continue. "I love you too Sienna. I also love Summer. And I've become very fond of Annah in the short time I've known her."

I turn to meet her gaze. A mix of emotions plays across her face.

I go on. "I'm not saying that to placate you. I also don't mean it as an uncle to a niece. You were right. I didn't know you before. I don't think of you as my niece. I have a picture of you when you were about four years old. You and Summer. Those were my nieces. Now? Neither of you are those kids in the picture. In fact, I didn't even know those kids in the picture. I wasn't much of an uncle."

I now realize I'm the one looking through the windshield, and not just to keep from driving off the road. "You don't act like any teenager I've ever known, Sienna. You're far more mature than any of the ones I've ever met. Certainly more than I was at eighteen. Summer, well, she's a little more mature, but otherwise she's mostly like every other horny teenaged girl looking for a good time. But I still love her."

I pause, then add, "Assuming I know what love is. Your mother seems to think I do, but I think maybe we're all just trying to figure it out as we go."

I take a deep breath and let it out before I look over at Sienna again. She's staring at me, hanging on every word.

"But that's not really why we're having this conversation, is it?" I ask gently.

Tears begin to fall and her lower lip starts quivering. "It's because you've fallen for me. Am I right?" I ask gently.

She nods and cries harder, threatening to soak her T-shirt, so I beckon her closer by holding out my arm. She falls forward to reach me. Except she doesn't, because her seatbelt catches. The moment is so ironic that she laughs even as she struggles to unbuckle herself.

But finally she does reach me. I hold her as she sobs, stroking her hair while letting her get it all out. And it's okay with me if she's soaking my shirt instead of hers.

"I do love you Chase," she mumbles. "I know I just wanted to have fun, but... I don't know what changed. And now, I don't know what to do. I can't just come crawl in your bed whenever I want to. I can't kiss you where anyone can see us. I can't even talk to anyone about it, and it's never going to change. We're blood related. We can only go so far. And you're probably going to end up with my mom anyway." She laughs hopelessly amidst her tears. "We'll have to end it before anything's really begun."

She's right. I hate to admit it, but she's right. Yet when I think about not being able to continue what I've already shared with Sienna, the thought breaks my heart.

"Hey," I say, coaxing her to sit back up so she can see my face. "I'm not sure what will happen. None of us do. Everything could change again tonight. It all changed a few days ago. It changed again this morning. You just never know."

After taking a few moments to pass a slow rider, I get back on my proverbial soapbox. "Who knows? You might run into some guy next week, and the week after that, forget I ever existed," I tell her, trying to sound light-hearted about it. "Or maybe your mom will. All I know right now is that all of you are stuck with me until this unpleasant business is over.

"I know it sounds like a cliché, but we should make the best of every day. Let's not worry about the future. Let's be glad for what we have now, together, and not be dragged down by the thought of what we don't have."

I turn to gauge her reaction. She looks forlorn, so I continue. "How about we all love one another as best we can," I suggest. "Even if we aren't able to show our love however, whenever, or in all the ways we want to?"

She looks at me, doubtful.

"How about this?" I begin. "If it's easier for you to keep things simple and completely platonic between us, I'll honor that, but know that I still love you Sienna."

She still looks forlorn, so I offer a sweeter deal.

"But... if you want to continue sharing intimate moments whenever we get the chance, I'll be looking forward to them, whether we have mind-blowing sex..."

She laughs and begins to dry her eyes.

"Or if we cuddle on the couch. With five people living in one house, it'll be tricky to find alone time, but we can probably figure something out. We'll just have to take every opportunity given to us."

I give her what I hope is a reassuring smile. She hugs me again. I hold her close, realizing she's as much of a treasure as her mother.

"I think I'd like the latter," she says quietly after giving my words some thought. "I want to share with you what I can, even if you end up with mom and I have to give up on anything intimate between us. Mom's happiness is important to me too, not just my own. But I won't move on until my heart tells me to. Not a minute sooner."

I unexpectedly feel a surge of pride.

"Is love always this hard?" she asks, laughing.

"I think so," I admit, trying to speak clearly around the lump in my throat. "I wish everyone could love everyone freely, without jealousy, without fear, without boundaries."

"Me too," she agrees. "I think what makes it hard is trying to figure out what makes the other person feel loved, because being vulnerable is risky."

"See? This is what I'm talking about. You're wise beyond your years. And what makes you so irresistible is that you haven't been spoiled by cynicism yet. I hope you never are."

She looks at me earnestly, staring into my eyes for what seems like an eternity. A little voice in the back of my mind screams at me, telling me to keep my focus on driving. But I feel like I'm being pulled into the depths of her heart and I ignore the voice.

Sienna's lips part oh so slightly before we lean closer, our mouths devouring the other's, striving to quench our mutual thirst for intimacy.

§ 9

A blaring car horn snaps my attention away from Sienna. I jerk the wheel to bring my car back into my own lane and wave an apology towards the driver as he passes us. I'm rewarded with an angry look and a middle finger before he punches the accelerator and speeds away like a bat out of hell.

A glance at my speedometer tells me I'm barely under the speed limit, so I'm not really surprised to see flashing lights in the distance a few minutes later. Sure enough, a State Patrol cruiser has the guy pulled over on the side of the road.

"Shit. That could've been us," I observe. "Maybe I shouldn't let myself get so distracted."

"You know," Sienna begins, mischief lurking behind her words. "We still have more an hour before our exit."

I glance sideways at her. She's offers me a crooked little smile.

"I am not wasting any time pulling over," I say adamantly. "I won't risk being late. I want some cushion in case we need to come up with a plan B."

"Of course not," she agrees. "I wasn't going to suggest we stop the car."

"What crazy idea is cooking in that devious little mind of yours?" I ask suspiciously.

My niece shifts in her seat so she can turn her body to face me. "How about we test how well you're able to concentrate on your driving?"

"I almost hit that guy, and we were just kissing," I point out.

She looks around. "There's hardly any other cars on the road, and none of them close to us right now, plus the Trooper patrolling this stretch of highway is currently occupied."

I contemplate the little minx's suggestion. "It's tempting," I admit.

She responds by placing her hand in just the right spot to weaken my defenses, but I keep my eyes glued to the highway.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea," I say without much conviction.

Sienna thinks about it for a few moments before she counters with an airtight argument. "What if I promise to not kiss you or block your view in any way?"

As my remaining resolve slowly crumbles away, I confess, "I'm not sure I'm up for the challenge."

"Well, if you aren't now, you will be soon," she states playfully, undoing the button on my jeans.

Gripping the wheel with both hands, I force myself to remain calm as she moves into position to stroke and suck until my rock hard erection threatens to interfere with my ability to steer.

"Oh fuck," I exclaim, feeling that increasing need for release. Satisfied she has me now fully onboard with her plan, she releases my shaft and scampers back to her seat where she begins stripping from the waist down.

I take the opportunity to double check the road ahead and behind, slide my seat back a couple notches to make room for her, and re-establish my resolve to not allow myself to be distracted. Well... not too distracted.

"I'm so fucking horny right now. Look how wet my panties are!" she exclaims gleefully.

I keep my focus straight ahead, refusing to take the bait, despite my nose's awareness of her aroused state. My resolve nearly breaks a moment later when she holds her soaked underwear right below my nostrils.

Inhaling deeply, I suggest hopefully, "I don't suppose it's possible for me to eat and drive at the same time."

"Nope," she teases wickedly. "But I'll let you have a little taste." Her fingers briefly disappear between her legs. When she brings them back up to where I can see them, they are glistening with her excitement.

I stare at them hungrily. She passes her makeshift lollipop below my nose for a moment to let me sniff them, then rubs some of her nectar on my lips. She holds them still while I lick the tips of her fingers, then allows me to suck them fully into my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I moan amid the noise of my slurping.

"Do I taste good?" Sienna whispers in my ear.

"Like water to a man dying of thirst," I explain as soon as she removes her fingers.

"Hmmm. Let's see," she says, burying one in her honeypot again before placing it in her own mouth. "Mmmmmm. Not bad."

"Fuck," I exclaim, a little shiver running down my spine and up my shaft.

"Okay," she agrees, working her way onto my lap, facing me, and being extra careful not to block my view. Situated, she holds my manhood steady as she eases herself down, letting out a satisfied coo as the head of my cock pushes its way inside her tight, drenched pussy.

Her silkiness grips every inch as she slowly accepts all of my length and girth. Her vaginal muscles spasm against my shaft as she rests on my lap, unmoving.

"I don't ever want to move from this spot," she says quietly, resting her head on my shoulder.

I have to agree. I'm happy to let my niece stay where she is, so I try to enjoy it as much as I can while trying to watch for cars ahead and behind, as well as maintain the speed limit. Our time of intimacy is short-lived, however.

"Holy shit!" Sienna gasps unexpectedly, her vaginal muscles clamping down on my length.

"What?" I ask, moaning silently while scanning the rearview mirror. "Another Trooper?" I begin to feel somewhat light-headed as more blood is diverted to my expanding manhood.

"No," she tells me, lifting herself off my lap a few inches. "There's a white Jeep back there and I think it's Annah's!"

"Are you sure?" I ask, squinting. I see what might be a white vehicle pretty far behind us, but I can't see it well enough to tell. Her eighteen year-old eyesight must be better than mine.

"I'm pretty sure!" she says emphatically. "But slow down just a little and let it get closer."

I do as she suggests, letting my speed drop a couple miles per hour.

"That's it... a little closer," she tells the driver of the vehicle. "A little closer..."

The white vehicle is close enough now that I can see it's a Jeep.

A little more... A little... That's hers!" Sienna exclaims triumphantly.

"How do you know it's hers?" I ask skeptically, trying not to sound discouraging.

"She has a red bumper sticker on the front that says 'Hot Babes Ride Hot Rods," my niece answers confidently. "It's definitely hers."

"Can you see who's driving?" I ask, hoping against hope it's Annah, because that would mean she's definitely okay, not beaten and tied up in the back seat.

"I see red hair behind the wheel!" Sienna announces. "Now slowly speed up again so your brother doesn't get suspicious."

"Interesting choice of words, but I'd rather not think of him being related to me either," I comment sarcastically as I give the car a little more juice.

"Okay," she tells me after we've put a little more distance between us and them. "Now that we know Annah's safe for the time being, let's continue your testing."

Flexing her vaginal muscles, she grips my shaft a few times before beginning to move her hips up and down, pausing occasionally to grind her clit against my pubic bone.

The longer she keeps this up, the harder it is for me to focus on driving, and my hips seem to move of their own accord, thrusting upward as hers descend.

"They're catching up again," Sienna comments smugly, her breathing beginning to sound erratic.

"Fuck."

Giggling, she nibbles on my ear and whispers, "What's the matter Chase? Am I distracting you?"

"You're lucky I'm not willing to stop and teach you a lesson," I retort.

"Am I now?" she challenges breathlessly, increasing her efforts. "Well, if this is the unlucky version, I'm going to make the best of it."

True to her word, Sienna reaches her desired outcome thirty seconds later, an orgasm for herself, and distracted driving for me. I've managed to keep my car on the road, but a glance at the speedometer tells me I'm now going twelve miles an hour over the speed limit. Fighting to keep from impregnating my niece as her pussy does its best to extract my seed, I redirect a few brain cells to tell my foot to ease off the accelerator.

Damn I wish this old car had cruise control.

Sienna clings to me for another few minutes, nuzzling my neck, before kissing me on the cheek and extricating herself from my lap. My manhood glistens with my niece's arousal, pointing skyward and aching for release.

"That was fun!" Sienna teases, making no move to either get dressed or take care of this problem she created.

"Hey you little minx! You'd better not leave me high and dry here."

With a voice somewhere between innocent and clueless, she replies, "But that might be too distracting."

"Oh... you just wait until I stop this car," I tell her menacingly.

Smiling mischievously, she tells me as she moves into position, "Well now, as enticing as that sounds, I don't think I want to wait that long." Grabbing the base of my erection, she teases the head before adding, "Try to keep the car between the lines."

First, Sienna licks and slurps most of her juices off my balls and shaft, then takes several inches into her mouth. I take the liberty of reaching underneath her with one hand to push her bra out of the way and fondle a breast.

Using her hand, lips and tongue, she jacks and sucks me for maybe a couple minutes before my release happens. I'm vaguely aware of another car passing us slowly as I repeatedly blast jizz into my niece's mouth and throat, trying to look bored for the other driver in case they glance over at me.

Sated, I remove my hand and caress her ass cheek instead, giving it a little squeeze. "Mmmmm," she moans, her mouth filled with my cock.

With a final stroke, suck and swallow, she pulls off and comments, "I hope there's time later for you to teach me a lesson."

§ 10

As I expected, Annah's white jeep disappeared before we got too close to Colton's property. He must have had Annah take the previous exit. Knowing what to look for, it was easy to spot the black SUV attempting to be incognito when we turned onto the road leading to our destination.

I didn't even slow down when passing the driveway, knowing there was likely agents lurking in the trees out of sight just off the road. Instead, I continued to the neighbor's driveway, stopping just long enough to let Sienna get out.

Carrying a garment bag by the hanger sticking out of the top, on loan from Annah's closet, with the shotgun hidden inside, she tells me goodbye then turns to walk up the driveway. I pull away and make a U-turn a short way down the road, glancing at the driveway as I pass, but Sienna has already faded into the trees.

This time when I approach the driveway to Colton's property, I slow down and turn into it without hesitation, as if I don't already know what I'm going to find on the other end.

Everything looks normal until the trees open up to reveal the burned-out husk of what was my home for a brief time not so long ago. A feeling of genuine loss tugs at my heart for a few moments before I force myself to look bewildered and concerned instead. I need to give an Oscar winning performance if we're going to pull this off cleanly. Mentally reminding myself why I'm doing this and the consequences of failing helps to strengthen my resolve.

As expected, there is no one in sight, not even a vehicle to give away the likelihood of there being several agents tucked away and prepared to move in at a moment's notice.

Stopping my car directly in front of the house, I turn it off and get out, closing the door as I walk around to the front of the car. I keep my empty hands in clear view as I gawk at the ruins like it's a ten car pile up on the interstate. The stench of wet, charred wood still lingers.

After a minute or so, I continue to act out my role as the baffled brother, who showed up expecting a warm welcome but found this instead, by dialing my brother's cell phone number, knowing he won't pick up. It goes straight to voicemail, of course, as it does when I try Jenni's number next, thanks to her cell phone having been lost in the fire.

Still with no sign that anyone is actually here besides me, I turn and walk towards the barn slowly, hoping I've given Sienna enough time to get into position somewhere behind it to wait for my signal.

Reaching the door at the front, I begin to wonder if maybe there actually are no agents hidden in the shadows waiting to apprehend my brother. As soon as my hand touches the handle though, I'm magically surrounded by three or four of them.

"And who might you be?" says a man's calm voice off to my left. Turning his direction, I do my best to appear properly startled, then make a quick assessment of the situation. He's of average height and weight, somewhere in his forties, very non-descript, and despite being dressed in casual attire, his bearing tells me he's all business.

"Shit!" I exclaim. "You caught me by surprise!" Then, looking him up and down, all the while noting the other two men flanking me, I add, "I could ask you the same thing. This is my brother's property, and as far as I know, your here to steal whatever hasn't been destroyed by the fire." I give him my best menacing look.

"Now, now. Let's not jump to any conclusions," he responds confidently. "I'm here on official business." He flashes me his credentials. "Agent Smith. Do you know where your brother is?"

This guy's smooth.

"He's supposed to be here," I reply honestly. It's his little box. He should be the one coming for it. Not me. "But obviously something happened and they're not here." I gesture towards the charred remains of the house.

"They?" he asks, as if he doesn't know who I'm talking about.

"Yeah. My brother Colt, his wife Jenni and their two daughters. They all live here together. Plus, they run a small greenhouse business I believe."

"You said you're his brother?"

"Yeah. My name's Chase. Colt's younger brother by twelve years."

"May I please see your ID?" he asks politely, though it's clearly a rhetorical question. He's going to see my ID even if I were to decline.

"Yeah, sure," I tell him, removing my wallet from my back pocket and flipping it open. He waits patiently as I remove my driver's license, watching me closely but without any hint of fear that I might try to pull a weapon from somewhere. He looks it over, then subtly motions to one of his associates who takes it from him.

"Run that and let me know what you find out," he instructs his minion, who nods and disappears with my license. "So what brings you here today?"

I can't just let him control the entire conversation, so I push back a little. Maybe he'll let something slip that will help me out later. "My car," I say sarcastically. "What brings you here? What happened to the house? Where do you think my brother is? Because I'd really like to know why I drove all the way across the country to visit, only to discover a house burned down, no family and... you. Is he in trouble or something? Are he and my sister-in-law okay? Are my nieces okay? What happened here?"

Mister Cool doesn't react to my pseudo-tantrum. He simply asks me another question. "When's the last time you spoke to your brother?"

"Colton," I say. "His name's Colton. A few weeks ago, although I tried to call him and Jenni right after I got here, but both calls went straight to voicemail. Do you want to see my call log?"

"Sure."

I'm actually getting irritated now. Maybe I'm too much in-character?

"How about you answer one of my questions first?" I challenge him.

His minion comes back before he has a chance to respond, handing him my license and giving him a quick nod. He looks at it briefly, then responds, "Okay Chase. I'll tell you what. For every answer I give you, you give me something in return? Does that sound fair?"

Looking skeptical, I reply, "I suppose, but I don't really see the point. I don't have any idea what's going on. Can you at least tell me if they're alive?"

"My apologies Chase. I see your point," he concedes, handing my driver's license back to me. "As far as I know, they're all still alive."

I breathe an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"Now it's my turn," he says. "You've driven a long way to get here. What brought you here now, today?"

"Well. My brother suggested I come stay with them for a visit. You know, a few weeks or so. I was tired of my job and life, so I decided it was time for a change of scenery. I wasn't in any hurry, so I took my time. I pulled in the driveway and found this."

"Are you saying you didn't know about the fire? Neither your brother nor your sister-in-law called to tell you what happened?"

I shook my head. "No, but they weren't exactly expecting me to show up on any specific day or time. It was really just an open invitation. I was planning on surprising them."

He opens his mouth to ask another question but I cut him off. "That was two questions. My turn. How'd the fire start and why are you here?"

He gives me a shrewd look. "It appears to be arson. We're looking for clues as to who may have started it and why. My turn. May I see the call log on your phone?"

Good thing I prepared for this. "Why?"

"Curiosity," he says blandly.

I unlock my phone and hand it to him. He takes a minute to scroll through the call history. "What's this number here?" he asks, pointing to a number I know to be the burner phone my brother called from this morning.

"Telemarketer."

"You spoke to a telemarketer for nearly five minutes?" he asks doubtfully. "They must have been quite convincing."

"Actually, no," I retort. "I had them convinced I cared about the nonsense they were telling me. I love messing with those people. It gives me great pleasure to know how much of their time I'm wasting. I kept one on the phone for nearly thirty minutes last month."

He laughs. I laugh. This is going better than I thought it would.

"I didn't see that coming," he admits, still smiling. "Did you know that some of those telemarketers are actually FBI and NSA agents?"

"What?" I ask, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah," he admits. "They need to keep you talking for at least thirty seconds in order for the electronic wire tapping to connect. Then we can hear everything you say, even if you're not actually on a live call."

"You're shitting me," I say, only half in disbelief.

Agent Smith manages to hold it together three more long seconds before losing it. He can barely talk he's laughing so hard. I join him, slapping my knee and pounding on the barn door a few times as if to try and get it out of my system. I'm hoping Sienna heard that.

"That was a good one!" I say, pointing at him. "You had me going there."

Still chuckling, he tells me, "You wouldn't believe some of the ridiculous shit people believe."

Don't I know it.

As I'd hoped, two more agents exit through the door I just assaulted, hopefully leaving the barn completely empty long enough for Sienna to collect what we came for.

"And here I thought all you guys were stuffy," I confess, wiping away tears of laughter.

"Some of us are," he admits, handing me my phone back. "But not all."

"Well, on a more somber note," I say seriously. "I hope you've decided I'm not the one who started my brother's house on fire, and I'm hoping you'll contact me as soon as you find out where they are. I'm guessing you took down my phone number. Do you have a business card or something in case I run into them first?"

"That would be very helpful," he answers, reaching into a pocket and proferring me one. "And I'll keep you posted about any new developments."

"Thank you. I appreciate it," I reply, taking the card and stuffing it in my pocket.

"Before you go," Agent Smith tells me, steering me in the direction of my car. "Would you mind if I spend a few minutes having a look at your vehicle? She's a beauty."

Again, it's a good thing I prepared for this.

"Sure!" I say agreeably, then gesture to the other five agents. "Y'all are welcome to check it out too."

All five of them spend at least ten minutes ogling my car. Having read between the lines, I don't bother to wait for any of them to ask me to open the trunk. Of course, all they discover is an old duffel bag full of the few clothes I've purchased recently. I even put a toothbrush and a razor in there.

If Sienna hasn't extricated Colton's mysterious box and made it halfway back to the road by now, we're in big trouble, so soon after the compliments about my 'sweet ride' have faded away, I bid the gentlemen farewell with the excuse of needing to find a hotel since I won't be staying here as I'd planned.

I make it a point to look confused about which way to turn at the bottom of the driveway before turning right. A short time later, I spot my niece. I slow down and stop just long enough for her to get in and hunker down in the back seat.

"We're you successful?" is all I ask.

"Yep," is all she answers.

Instead of making a U-turn and going past Colton's driveway again, I continue in the same direction. When I reach a long, straight, deserted stretch of road, I pull off to the shoulder.

"Alright, let's see the prize," I instruct Sienna, who unzips the garment bag and holds the box up just high enough for me to grab.

It looks pretty solid. It's definitely heavy enough. I decide that Colton may have told the truth about it being rigged to explode if it's tampered with, especially since the safe that blew is proof he knows what he's doing.

"Alright, do you still have that burner phone we picked up?" I ask.

"Yep. Got it right here."

"Then let's make the call and get Annah back," I say with conviction, using my own cell phone to dial Colton's number. "Don't make a sound while I'm on the phone. I'm pretty sure he doesn't know you're with me."

§ 11

After going through the plan with Sienna one more time and dropping her off out of site near a thicker part of the trees along the road, I turn into the driveway leading to the place Colton told us to meet him and park the car. There's a phone call I need to make before this all goes down.

"Chase!"

"Hi Jenni," I reply calmly, hoping to ease whatever anxiety she's feeling.

"Are you and Sienna okay? Do you have Annah yet?" she pleads, the tears evident in her voice.

"Sienna and I are fine. We don't have Annah yet. I'm about to meet with Colton and make the exchange. Don't worry. Everything will be fine," I reassure her.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Okay Chase. I trust you," Jenni offers in a shaky voice.

"Jenni. I need to tell you something."

"Yes Chase? Has the plan changed?" she asks, confused.

"No Jenni. The plan hasn't changed. I'll let you know if it does though," I tell her gently. "There's something else I need to tell you, okay?"

"Okay. I'm listening," she replies, sniffling.

"I love you Jenni. I just wanted you to hear it, in case..."

"I know you do Chase."

"Tell Summer I love her too, okay?"

"I will, but she knows too," she assures me. "We love you Chase. But that can wait until later when you come back with Annah. We can tell each other that as many times as we want." She sounds confident, determined, despite her concern.

"That's right," I agree. "When I come back with Annah and Sienna."

"Promise?" she asks again.

I take a deep breath before replying. "I promise. I have to go now. I'll see you later."

"We'll see you later Chase. You promised."

"Goodbye Jenni."

After a few, long seconds of silence, I disconnect the call and lay the phone on the seat next to the metal box, then pull out the second burner phone I purchased, punch in a number and send a text. Before stashing that phone away somewhere safe, I take a few more deep breaths and put the car in drive again. Soon, the trees thin out and I see why Colton chose this place to make the exchange. Before me lies a flat, wide open area of grass, perhaps a quarter of a mile across, with trees surrounding it on all sides. It has clear sight lines and several escape routes through other openings in the trees.

As I follow the worn tracks towards the center of the clearing, I see evidence suggesting this venue is likely used for a large flea market and probably outdoor concerts.

In the middle of the clearing sits Annah's white jeep. Ten feet from the driver's door sits Annah in a rickety folding chair with her hands zip-tied together resting on her lap. Colton is standing behind her, watching me approach, and probably scanning for signs of a trap. The pistol in his hand is pressed against the side of Annah's head, just behind her right ear.

I park my car opposite Annah's Jeep, leaving approximately fifty feet between the two, my passenger door facing them. Grabbing Colton's metal box and the shotgun, I step out of the car, then place the box on the car roof and aim the shotgun right at it.

"Well Colton, I'm guessing the contents of this box are fairly important to you or you wouldn't have risked all this," I ask in a loud, steady voice. "Are you ready to make a trade?"

"Clever... and dramatic," he retorts, followed by a grunt. "But unnecessary. I have no interest in your little plaything. Just give me the box and I'll let her go."

"How about you let her drive away, then I'll give you the box?" I counter.

"You're in no fucking position to bargain!" he yells angrily, moving the gun to Annah's temple. "Leave the box and your cell phone on the ground and drive away!"

Annah begins crying, but doesn't move a muscle.

My emotions nearly overwhelm me and I fear I may have put Annah's life in even greater danger, until I realize my guess was correct. He doesn't just want this box. He needs it, probably to escape the country. There's likely a fake passport and a bunch of cash inside. Emboldened, but with a calm voice I ask, "Really? What would happen if I pulled this trigger right now?"

"There'd be a big fucking mess," he replies, not realizing he just gave me another bargaining chip. "Why?" he continues. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Not at all," I assure him. "As I'm sure you don't have any desire to go to prison for the rest of your life."

Before his rage causes undesirable consequences, I continue. "How about this?" I propose. "You step away from Annah and I step away from this box. Instead of us holding her and your box hostage, we'll use each other. You point your gun at me, and vice versa. You walk this way and I'll walk that way. You'll have your box, along with my car and your freedom. I'll have my little plaything and her car. Then all of us will drive off into the sunset."

Colton chews on this suggestion for ten or fifteen seconds, assessing the risk. "How do I know your car is going to stay running?" he laughs skeptically. "Is there even any gas in the tank?"

"I drove it all the way here and you've been watching me this entire time," I retort. "Do you think I somehow managed to sabotage it while standing here?"

He still looks unsure.

"I'll prove it to you," I offer. "Point your gun away from Annah for a few seconds." I redirect the barrel of the shotgun straight up into the air. As he reluctantly complies, I lean in and start the car. It fires up immediately, issuing a pleasant rumble from under the hood.

"I'll still need you to leave your cell phone behind," Colton yells. "Can't have you being a tattle-tale about my location."

With a slight nod, I retrieve my cell phone from the seat and place it on top of the car next to the box.

"The gas tank is more than three quarters full. Are you happy now?" I ask, beginning to move towards the back of my car before he changes his mind, making sure I keep the barrel of the gun pointed up. "I have no desire to keep you or us here any longer than necessary."

As soon as I clear the end of the car, he begins to move towards the front of my car, but he lowers his gun to aim it at me. I do likewise, gradually, keeping my finger on the trigger.

Colton and I slowly make our way toward our destinations, step by step.

Half way there, he decides to gain the upper hand and pulls the trigger. Pain erupts in my neck and I fall to the ground, the shotgun forgotten as I press both hands to my neck in an attempt to quell the flow of blood.

Collapsing to the ground, I lie helpless on my side, dust filling my ear and my nostrils. In despair, I watch my brother point the gun at Annah, a sitting duck, still bound to the chair by her ankles. She brings her bound hands up to ward off what she knows is coming but unable to stop. A single red spot appears in the middle of her forehead while half of her brain splatters over the driver's side door of her pristine white Jeep.

I promised Annah.

I promised Jenni.

I promised myself.

I failed.

∆

Colton and I slowly make our way toward our destinations, step by step.

Half way there, I decide to gain the upper hand, but Colton is ready when I pull the trigger. Barely dodging the spray of buckshot, he dives out of the way and rolls, ending on his belly with the pistol pointed at me.

Pain erupts in my chest and I fall to the ground, the shotgun forgotten. I collapse like a marionette with the strings cut all at once.

Lying helpless on my back, I turn my head to see my brother point the gun at Annah, a sitting duck, still bound to the chair by her ankles. She tries to dodge the inevitable by tipping over on her side and crawling away despite the chair restricting her efforts.

I watch in horror as he moves closer and tells her, "Goodbye Chase's little plaything." He pulls the trigger.

Bang!

I promised Annah.

I promised Jenni.

I promised myself.

I failed.

∆

Colton and I slowly make our way toward our destinations, step by step.

Half way there, we both see something in the other's face: fear of being taken for a fool. I manage to fire first, partially hitting him in the hip. The pain spins him around just as he pulls the trigger of his pistol.

Bang!

As I pump another round into the shotgun, I hear Annah cry out.

I turn towards her to see her bound hands covering her chest. Blood is splattered all over the driver's side door of the pristine white Jeep behind her. She looks at me in confusion as the light fades from her eyes.

A second shot rings out. A needle of pain pierces my forehead, giving me the worst headache I've ever had in my life. Before my body hits the ground, the pain vanishes and all I see before my eyes close is my brother sneering.

I promised Annah.

I promised Jenni.

I promised myself.

I failed.

∆

Colton and I slowly make our way toward our destinations, step by step.

Reaching the driver's side door of my car, Colton's eyes dart to the gas gauge then back to us. I make no move to free Annah yet, but I stand in front of her, keeping the shotgun pointing in his direction.

This is the really risky part now. He could shoot both of us while using my car as a shield since I really have nothing left to threaten him with. It's unlikely my car would explode even if I somehow managed to shoot a hole in the gas tank, that only happens in the movies, and hitting the box from this distance probably wouldn't do much. So I keep it pointed at him through the open car window.

He grabs the box and tosses it on the front seat.

My phone, he drops on the ground next to him and points the pistol at it.

Bang!

I take the opportunity to lower the shotgun and ease backwards until I'm standing next to Annah.

Colton gets in the car and closes the door. After putting the car in gear, he turns to me and yells at me, "Goodbye little brother!" With no warning, he lifts the pistol and points it at Annah.

I anticipated he might do something like this, so I'm already moving before he finishes his sentence. I tackle Annah, covering her body with my own. As we tumble to the ground. A shot rings out.

Bang!

My head hits the ground hard, but I roll into a position where I can see my car, bringing the barrel of the shotgun up as I do. Through blurry vision, I watch and wait as Colton drives away, but it's clear he doesn't plan on stopping.

I abandon the shotgun and turn to see if Annah is okay. She's sobbing and scraped up, but appears otherwise unharmed. Somewhere in the distance, I hear the squealing of tires on pavement and the roar of an engine speeding away.

Then everything goes dark.

∆

I'm so, so tired, but I open my eyes anyway. Annah's face is hovering over me and crying. Her hands stroke my hair and my cheek as she whispers over and over, "Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up."

"Okay," I croak.

"Chase!"

"Yes Annah?"

"Hang in there. Help is on the way. I can already hear the sirens. Just hang in there, okay?"

She holds me tightly and kisses my forehead. No, wait. She's not exactly holding me. Her hand is pressing something hard against a spot on my back, close to my side, where a dull pain emanates from. I realize I'm lying on the ground with my head resting in her lap.

"I feel cold," I hear myself say, although I'm not sure if it's just my thoughts or if I said it out loud.

Annah holds me tighter and pleads, "No, no, no! Hold on Chase! Stay with us! Don't you dare leave us!"

Us?

I turn my head to the side and find Sienna standing nearby, also crying. She's holding the burner phone I gave her and talking to someone, loudly. "If they're not here soon, he's going to die! Do you understand me!"

She's beautiful when she's angry. Heck, she's beautiful when she's not angry.

I can hear the sirens now. Did they catch Colton? Did they kill him? I try to ask Annah but I don't have the energy.

§ 12

A steady beeping wakes me up. Low murmurs of undefinable noise fill the air. My eyes feel gritty, like they do when I've slept too long. I must have, because I can sense bright light filtering through my eyelids. Dang. Now I'm probably late for something important.

When I open my eyes though, things are not as I would have expected. Everything in the room seems dated and there's nothing here I recognize.

"He's waking up," I hear a man's voice say. It sounds vaguely familiar but I can't place it. A young woman somewhere in her early forties appears at my side.

"Good morning Chase," she addresses me. "How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy," I answer. "Where am I?"

"The hospital," she states plainly. "The drowsiness should wear off soon. Do you know why you're here?"

Conflicting memories flood my mind and I begin to cry. "I failed. Annah's dead and it's my fault."

"Actually, no, Annah is fine," the male voice I heard earlier tells me. It's owner steps into view and I realize now why he sounded familiar. It's Agent Smith. "Would you like to see her?"

"She's alive?" I sob hopefully.

"Very much so, thanks to you," he explains. "From what she told me, you took a bullet for her. If you feel up to it, I'll have her brought in."

"Please."

Agent Smith steps out of the room briefly then comes back to stand next to the bed. "She and a few others are downstairs in the waiting room. Before she gets here, I'd like to have a little talk with you."

It's that tone again. The one that lets me know this talk isn't a request.

"Nurse," I begin.

"Doctor," she corrects.

"Sorry. Traditional habits," I apologize.

"It's okay," she assures me.

"Will you please help me sit up?" I ask.

"Here you go," she offers, handing me what looks like a remote control with heavy wires connected to it. "This button raises the top part of the bed. This one lowers it."

"Thank you," I reply, pressing the "up" button until I'm high enough for a conversation to feel normal. Agent Smith asks the doctor to step outside, then begins our talk.

"I understand why you did things the way you did, but you're lucky I'm not going to have you locked up for lying to a federal agent, obstructing a federal investigation, aiding a fugitive and transporting a loaded firearm. You're lucky your niece is eighteen or I definitely would have had you locked up for child endangerment."

"I needed her help."

"I'm sure you did," he replies, sounding less than impressed. "But I give you credit for having the balls to do it and actually pull it off. Although it didn't turn out so well for you."

"Annah's alive. That's what matters," I contend.

"That's what everyone thinks it's all about," he tells me, shaking his head. "But no one ever thinks about the grief the rescued experienced after their rescuer dies while saving them, or the guilt they feel because they ultimately blame themselves for it happening. When it comes right down to it, people are willing to believe others are worth saving, but no one really believes they themselves are."

"What would you have done if you found yourself in my position?" I ask.

He looks at me shrewdly. "Probably the same thing." A smile appears on his face.

I smile. "Thanks," I tell him.

"For what?"

"For not sending me to prison," I answer.

"Well I could hardly do that considering you're the reason we were able to catch a high profile fugitive who's responsible for laundering tens of millions of dollars and murdering several people."

"What?" I ask. "You caught my brother?"

"Of course," he states as a matter of fact. "It's fairly easy to track someone who doesn't know they're being tracked. Hiding a cell phone in the car and texting me an explanation of what was going on from that number was a stroke of genius."

"So it worked?"

"Of course. Recognizing your car helped too," he chuckles. "We followed him for about an hour before it was obvious where he was headed. Then it was just a matter of setting up an ambush and waiting for him to open that metal box."

"Was it rigged to blow?"

"You bet your ass it was. We weren't in any danger if it did go off since we didn't move in until it was safe, but it would have been much more difficult to piece together what the contents were if it had. Plus we get justice now instead of simply having to clean up another mess."

"What was in there?" I ask.

"Oh, a few fake passports. More evidence incriminating both him and the people he worked for. We were able to apprehend several others that would have slipped through from the documents recovered when the safe exploded. I'm sure they thought they dodged a bullet then, but thanks to you, they're now behind bars awaiting charges."

"I'm lucky I'm not going to prison, huh?" I jest. "I should get a damn medal or something."

Agent Smith smirks. "Or something," he replies.

One of his minions appears at the door and gives a curt nod.

"I think our conversation's over for now," he informs me. "There'll be a few things for you to sign later, but for now, I don't need to tell you to keep what happened to yourself. Don't be contacting the media or anything stupid like that. The others have also been briefed."

"Thanks again," I tell him.

"Take it easy for awhile," he adds. "Oh, your car is outside in the parking lot. The keys are in that bag with the rest of your personal belongings."

As soon as he leaves, the doctor comes back in and drills me with questions as she fiddles with things and checks monitors. "Are you still feeling well enough to see your real visitors now?" she asks.

"Yes, but maybe we should keep it a short visit," I answer honestly. "That little talk took more effort than I thought it would."

"You should probably wait until tomorrow," she admits, "But I think you'll actually feel better sooner if you're able to see your loved ones first, even if it's only for a short time."

"Will you stay here and make sure I don't overdo it?" I ask.

"Certainly," she tells me. "You know you're a lucky man."

"I'm a very lucky man," I agree. "I have four special ladies who love me dearly."

With a warm smile, she replies, "Lucky indeed, but I was actually speaking about your injury. A few inches to the right and you wouldn't be here right now."

"Did you perform the surgery?" I ask curiously.

"I did," she admits. "You lost a lot of blood, but they were able to stabilize you until I sewed you up. You also had a mild concussion. Agent Smith didn't tell me anything about what happened to you. Were you in a war or something?"

"Something like that," I answer, recalling Agent Smith's warning. "But our side won."

"I hope whatever you won was worth winning," she says wryly.

"She was," I say confidently. "How long have I been here?"

"They brought you in about forty-two hours ago." As I quietly process that, the doctor figures it's time to let my visitors in, one at a time.

The first one through the door is Annah. We're both so happy to see each other alive that all we do for the first two minutes is cry and hug each other, gently because of my injury. Then she kisses me and thanks me for keeping my promise.

Summer is next. She responds nearly identical to Annah, which isn't surprising I guess considering how much she adores Annah. She too kisses me soundly on the mouth, but not quite as gentle.

Her mother follows. From the look on her face, I can tell something is different. She hugs and kisses me as expected, and thanks me for saving her friend, but she seems hesitant.

"I love you Jenni. I'm sorry if I scared you by almost getting myself killed."

She laughs even as she cries. Placing her hand on my cheek, she seems to come to a decision. "I love you too Chase. It's impossible not to. You've been everything I've ever hoped for in a man, and more." She kisses me again. "Heal fast so you can come home to us, okay?"

"Okay. I promise," I assure her.

"Sienna insisted I go in before her. I think she wanted to be last because I think she was the most worried of us all," Jenni informs me, conflicting emotions playing across her face. "She's very attached to you."

"I kind of have that feeling too," I admit.

"See you later Chase." Jenni smiles and kisses me one last time before leaving.

Sienna enters the room and stops. The door latches behind her while she stands there just looking at me.

I smile at her. "Aren't you happy to see me?" I tease.

"Damn you for putting me through that!" she accuses, beginning to walk towards me, a stormcloud of emotion. "Damn you for nearly getting yourself killed! It wasn't supposed to happen like that. You were supposed to just give him the box and drive away with Annah. Why...?"

Sienna isn't able to finish her sentence because she's sobbing into my shoulder with my arms around her.

"Don't pull those stitches out," the doctor warns me from a chair across the room.

"I messed up Sienna," I confess. "I thought he had at least a sliver of compassion buried somewhere deep inside, but I was wrong. I trust too easy I guess. I hope you'll forgive me."

Sienna responds by kissing me all over my face and burying her tongue in my mouth.

"Of course I forgive you," she sobs. "I love you. You know that."

"I know you do. I love you too Sienna," I tell her, then whisper. "I think your mother suspects something."

Sienna looks at me with a mix of defiance and guilt. "She doesn't suspect; she knows how I feel, because I told her. I hope you'll forgive me. It all just came out." She looks me dead in the eyes, bites her lip, and adds, "It all came out. Her initial reaction was hurt and anger, that she felt betrayed again, but Summer and I both told her how things happened, that it wasn't that you took advantage of us, more the other way around, so she knows pretty much everything."

"Everything?" I ask with trepidation.

"Almost everything," she admits. "I left out a few things. She does know about Summer's and Annah's mutual infatuation though. Annah confessed. I think to save all our relationships and not because she felt like she did something wrong. Summer is an adult, as am I."

"How did she react about the fact that both her daughters had sex with their uncle?" I ask just loud enough for Sienna to hear.

"I told her the same thing I told you. We didn't grow up with you around, so to you we were just two young hotties." She smiles proudly. "And it's her fault for the fact that we're beautiful and that's why you couldn't resist our charms. Then I reminded her that she committed adultery with you, because technically she's still married to you know who."

"Watch out world. Sienna is here," I announce.

"Damn straight," she replies smugly, then cocks her head at me and smiles, recalling something. "You've been a busy little boy, haven't you? I didn't know about you and Annah."

I have the decency to blush. I glance over at the doctor. She appears to be preoccupied with something she's reading, but her eyebrows are raised nearly to her hairline and she's wearing a curious smile.

"That explains your mother's behavior when she was in here," I postulate.

"What did she say?" Sienna asks cautiously.

"She told me she loves me, and that she'd see me later."

§ 13

Jenni and I did in fact see each other later. As did Annah and I, as did Summer and I, as did Sienna and I.

No one was really interested in moving out of Annah's house, especially the first couple months after I came home from the hospital. While I was on the mend, I had four nursemaids taking turns caring for my every need, twenty-four seven, and the pattern just kind of became a way of life for the five of us. Don't get me wrong, as soon as my injury was healed sufficiently, I began to take care of their needs too, often two at once.

Most of the time though, it's Jenni who sleeps in my bed. Occasionally, she shares me with Annah, but never with her daughters. That has never even been hinted at by anyone.

Jenni and I talk about my relationship with Sienna and Summer, but she doesn't want to hear anything about what's happened behind closed doors. She isn't pretending like nothing happens; she isn't in denial. I think it's just taking her a while to get used to the idea. Especially in the early stages, she was only ever interested in knowing the depth of my love for each of them.

On the nights I spend time with Sienna or Summer, Jenni sleeps with Annah. I know they enjoy themselves because they shamelessly tell me about it in great detail the next day, as if to entice me away from the teenagers, like it's some sort of competition. It's all in a friendly sort of way though, because we all truly love each other dearly and tell each other often.

Jenni and Annah have grown very close because of their time together, becoming closer than sisters. Despite Jenni's kind words about me being everything she ever hoped for in a man, I think she's come to realize how much she's missed out on having another woman around to talk to, someone other than her children.

Annah loves having all of us in her house. She admitted she'd been alone for so long she hadn't realized how lonely she'd become living all by herself. It's amazing she held out so long being single, because her sexual appetite never seems to wane. Jenni, Summer and I, especially Summer, have our hands full, and I'm talking about more than just those luscious breasts of Annah's.

Summer visits me by herself the least often. She prefers the threesomes with Sienna, and especially Annah, more. We love each other, there's no question of that, but she didn't fall for me like Sienna did. For her it's all about having fun with people she loves.

On those nights when Jenni sleeps in Annah's bed, Sienna sleeps with me. Most of our time together is just the two of us, though she sometimes enjoys sharing me with her sister because Summer brings a playfulness to our lovemaking, and because Sienna loves her sister more than anyone or anything in the world, even more than me or her mother.

She's told me in quieter moments that she sometimes has nightmares about the house fire and how she isn't able to reach Summer in time. When she does, I hold her close and whisper encouragement in her ear until she falls asleep in my arms.

Me? I eventually healed from my injury. Looking back at everything that happened though, I would willingly go through all of it again if necessary, because the treasure I hold now in these four amazing, caring, smart and beautiful women is beyond anything I ever imagined.

I was pondering a similar thought one day when I finally felt well enough to get out of bed on my own after coming home from the hospital. I was restless and decided it would be good to sit outside, you know, soak in some sun, get some fresh air, that kind of thing.

That's when I noticed that old duffel bag in the bottom of my closet. My wonderful ladies decided I deserved to wear nice new clothes because of my ordeal, especially super comfy pajamas and stylish underwear, so the old clothes I'd purchased at the thrift store, as well as the boring underwear, were left in the duffel bag for me to sort through later, at my insistence. I wouldn't let them throw anything away or drop anything back off at the thrift store. And it's a good thing too.

Once I had all the clothes taken out, I noticed there was a smaller bag at the bottom. "That's curious," I thought, since I didn't recognize it or remember putting it in there. After opening the bag and discovering what was inside, I nearly fell off the bed.

In addition to several bundles of one hundred dollar bills, amounting to more than nine hundred thousand dollars, there was a handwritten note saying:

"You've got balls. I'll give you that.

You're probably wondering why you found this with your belongings. I would be. And I'd be wondering what the catch is. Let me assure you, there's no catch this time.

Keep this to yourself, but not just for yourself. Spend it wisely on the ones you love, and not in too big of quantities or you'll have the IRS breathing down your neck. And probably a few other government agencies too.

This is part of what I discovered inside the box you helped recover. I think you've earned it, and I think no one deserves it more than those who've suffered because of that scumbag's poor choices. Pardon if I offend.

No one else knows this was in there. Let's keep it that way.

I wish you all the best.

A. S."

The End