The A in DNA Ep. 03

This story picks up immediately after Episode 2.

WARNING: UNFORTUNATELY, EPISODE 3 DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY SIGNIFICANT SEX, just a little light afterplay and foreplay. I apologize, but I needed to expend eight pages of plot to move the it to its next phase. I have been contemplating where to take the story and I decided to go with the somewhat more expansive approach, which moves it into a sort of fantasy/fairytale direction. I think you will end up agreeing it was worth it, but it will take awhile to come to full fruition. I promise I will post Episode 4 right after Episode 3 - it ramps things right back up.

Chapter 1

Katrina looked up at her daughter, then turned and sat down on the floor, sucking her loose, extruded anal flesh back into her ass.

"Right now?" she asked. "You want all this dirt right now in the middle of..." she gestured towards the fact that there were three hot women ready to take Alex's thunderous girlcock up their back doors.

Alex had a moment of hesitation, then steadied her resolve. "Yes, right now. I need a couple minutes to reload, anyway. I'm amazing, but not that amazing."

Katrina had to concede the point. She got up and dug out a fresh bottle of wine as the women pulled back on their minimal outfits, and poured everyone a glass.

When they were seated, it was Olive who started talking.

"My sister -- your grandaunt -- Violet, is five years younger than me. She resents the relationship between your mother and I, and thinks it's a crime. Honestly, I think the truth is that she's just repressing her own feelings and would love to join in if she could just get over herself."

"Why do you say that?" Alex asked.

"Because Violet's just like me, in fact she's even more extreme - except for the incest part. She wasn't that way when she was younger, in fact she and I even had a couple of little flings. There was this one adult cruise we took to the Caribbean where we posed as unrelated lesbian lovers. That was one of the most amazing erotic experiences I have ever had. But when she turned forty and got divorced she turned into a cougar and decided that keeping it in the family was criminal."

"Is she another anal girl?" Alex asked.

"All the women are, it just runs in the family," her grandmother replied. "I've had my arm up her ass past the elbow, and my entire foot and ankle up there, too. Violet just prefers to go outside the family for her fucks -- boys and girls."

"Is the only rift between you two the whole incest thing?"

Katrina scoffed. "Hah. When you were born we were broke. Your grandmother was still a paralegal and I was just finishing school. Violet's husband at the time had money, but she required I give you up if she was going to provide any financial support. Our mother wasn't much help either, she was closer to Violet than to me, and she was wrapped up in a bunch of weird mysticism and mumbo-jumbo."

Alex swallowed hard. "Violet pressured you into adopting me out."

Katrina nodded. "I'm so sorry."

Alex hugged her mother. "It's not your fault."

"What a bitch," Xenia spoke up. "This is new information for me too. So what about Violet's daughter and granddaughter?"

"Her daughter, Diva, is the manager for a high rise apartment complex that Violet owns, having inherited it from her late husband. Both Violet and Diva have their own apartments there. I don't know a whole lot about Diva except for what she posts of Facebook, which isn't much. She's a bit of an enigma, but I would be shocked if she wasn't another ass girl -- if she's not in denial."

"And Diva's daughter?"

Katrina sighed, then giggled.

"Nora. She's a junior at the school you start at in a few days."

"Oooh, tell me more. What do we know about her?"

"She seems to take more after her grandmother than her mother. She has an Instagram account full of selfies and a few glamour shots. Lots of cleavage, lots of swimsuits, no outright nudity but a lot of partially-see-through and such. She has a curvy body like a lot of the women in the family. I bet the only reason she's not an OF girl is because of her mother."

"Wow, does she know about me?" Alex asked.

"I'm sure. And I'm sure she has been told to stay away."

Alex smiled. "I'm guessing she's also been told to tone down her Insta feed. She doesn't sound like she listens well."

Olive nodded and met Alex's gaze squarely. "What are you intending to do?" she asked.

"I'm going to try to meet Nora and win her over. Then the same with Diva. Then, if all goes well, I am going to take down the woman who pressured you into giving me up."

"This is manipulation," Katrina said. "I don't like it."

"I promise the only person I will ever manipulate is Violet. With Nora and Diva I will be completely straight up and they will know what I am about from the start."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

"Please do, I don't want to fight evil with more evil. So if I agree to not being evil, are you in? Are you all in?"

There was a moment of silence, then Xenia spoke up. "Fuck yeah. Fuck Violet."

"Yeah, fuck Violet," Katrina said.

Olive nodded. "Fuck everything about her."

Chapter 2

Alex and Xenia spent much of the next few days getting acquainted, shopping, lounging around, and getting a lot of that sister-on-sister action (and sister-on-mother and sister-on-grandmother, too). But then Alex had to drive Xenia back to her college and Alex learned that college life wasn't going to be all rainbows and unicorns.

Freshman orientation had left Alex's head spinning. She kept a low profile her first two weeks at college, which wasn't that difficult when you are feeling totally overwhelmed. Thoughts of Nora -- or of Nora's grandmother - were far from her mind. The only thing that kept her going was the encouragement - and frequent fucks - from her mother and grandmother, and the occasional cybering session with her sister.

Three weeks in, her life finally settled down. Monday wasn't bad, and Tuesday seemed to be going pretty well. She had a class that ended at noon and a break until 1:30. She wandered into the cafeteria, grabbed a salad and an iced tea, then plunked down at a table to try to get some last minute studying done.

Alex was poring over her freshman history class as she shoveled the greens into her mouth, when she felt a presence standing across the table from her. She slowly lifted her eyes. The girl before her's solid thighs were clad in a pair of tight purple lycra super-short shorts with a meaty cameltoe hovering between. Her midriff was bare with a pierced bellybutton below a valiantly struggling bralet that didn't do a great job holding in a significant bust, revealing a lot of cleavage and distinct pokies, with her brown aureoles clearly visible through the fabric. Her long strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. And her face was cute with a definite family resemblance.

Nora.

"I know you," Nora said. "You're Alex, right?"

Alex wanted to play stupid, but remembered her mother's requirement that she not be manipulative. So she nodded.

"Yes, and you're Nora, right?" Alex asked, holding out her hand. Nora shook it, and Alex gestured to the seat across from her.

The conversation slipped easily into a discussion about classes, schoolwork, music, and the like. As they chatted Alex realized that she liked Nora, and despite being an Insta-girl, she was pretty chill. Honestly, she had half-expected Nora to immediately start taking selfies with her. But that wasn't her at all.

Things went really well, until Alex asked if she could friend her newfound second cousin on Facebook -- or at least get her phone number.

Nora looked down, playing absently with her fingernails. Alex felt the entire tone of the conversation change. She gulped.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Nora sighed. "When my grandmother finds out I talked to you she's going to be a little unhappy."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked.

"My mom and I aren't supposed to talk to your side of the family. It's forbidden."

"Why not?"

"It's... complicated."

Alex was honestly perplexed. This wasn't the reaction she was expecting.

"I don't want to get you in trouble. Does your grandmother know about your Insta account?"

Nora giggled a little. "Yes, but there are limits. If I go too far, she reigns me in. Me talking to you occasionally isn't a problem, but if we become friends -- Facebook or IRL - that's going to get me in trouble."

Alex looked around. "But we're in the middle of the college cafeteria. Who's going to know shit?"

"She will. She knows a lot of people, she has connections."

"Nora, this is creepy."

"Look, I need to go." Nora stood up in a hurry and gathered her things. She ran her hand across the table in front of her as if sweeping away crumbs. "It was great talking to you. We can grab lunch occasionally. I need to get to class. See you around."

She was gone, a blur of purple tights and tiny white, jiggling, bralet. Alex was stunned. She just sat there for a second. Then she noticed a small sticky note sitting on the table where Nora had swept her hand. It was facing Alex's direction. She picked it up.

It had the name of a cafe about a mile off campus, and "Wednesday 6PM" written on it.

What kind of cloak-and-dagger madness was this?

Chapter 3

That evening in the sauna, Alex filled Olive and Katrina in on her conversation with Nora.

When she finished, there was silence for a moment, then Olive asked a very pointed question.

"So you think she's more afraid of her grandmother than her mother?" Olive asked.

"Definitely. All of her anxiety was directed at Violet, not Diva. She barely mentioned her mom."

"Wow. It's almost too bad she's of legal age. We could have called CPS on her grandmother. Kind of too late for that."

"So do you think I should meet her tomorrow night? Do you think it's safe?"

"Was there anything in her demeanor that would lead you to believe it wasn't?"

"I don't know..." Alex hesitated.

"Tell you what," her mother replied. "After work Wednesday, your grandmother and I will go to a bar that's about a block away and hang out there -- close enough to ride in to the rescue if things get out of control, far enough not to spook Nora. Sound good? If things are as bad as you make it sound, I think it's time for some kind of an intervention."

"I agree, that sounds perfect."

Alex's butterflies made the next day drag forever - staring at the clock in each class, fiddling with her phone in the library instead of doing research, driving around randomly instead of studying. When classes finally finished, she ran home and freshened up, pulling on a minimalist sundress that showed a lot of cleavage, jiggle, and thigh, then scurried to the cafe Nora's note mentioned. As she parked, she texted her mother to check that Katrina was nearby in position. She was, and Olive was running late but would be there momentarily. Then, finally, she took a deep breathe and walked into the cafe.

There was a light dinner crowd, but plenty of empty tables. Alex scanned the faces and didn't see Nora anywhere. Then she noticed a person waving at her from a booth in the back. The person was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a zip-up hoody pulled forward their face -- despite it being almost 90 outside.

Alex slowly approached the person, and when she got close she could see it was Nora.

Alex sat down and stared. "Nora, seriously, what the fuck..."

"Shhh! Don't use my name here."

"What? Don't use your name? What's going on? What's all this secretiveness?"

"My grandmother. She is a donor to the university. She knows everyone there, knows people, even knows the security people -- which is why she has access to the security feeds. She knows I talked to you and she reminded me that I we ever talk outside of an occasional lunchroom chat, I was getting kicked out of university."

"That's insane!"

"I know, but that's how she is. She's a controlling bitch."

"So why don't your mom and you leave, go elsewhere?"

"She controls all the money. My mother never went to college. The only skills she has are the ones she needs to manage my grandmother's apartment complex. She only let me go to college because she realizes she was going to get old someday and she wants me to be prepared to take over the business. But she approves all the classes I take, and so on."

"That's horrible!" Alex said, barely able to believe what she was hearing. "We need to do something about this!"

Nora shook her head. "When I was a fifteen, I ran away repeatedly, only to get brought back by the police, or confined to a psych ward. Even worse, there is a maze of passages and locked rooms under the apartment complex she owns that only my grandmother has access too. Do you know what it's like to be locked up in what amounts to a dungeon for several days?"

"Oh my God..."

"So I'm not going to risk it. I'm glad we were able to connect, and we can grab lunch on campus every now and again. But more than that, we can't have contact. Violet even monitors my cell phone usage. I 'accidentally' left my phone in my dorm room, but I can't do that too often or she'll get suspicious."

Nora stood up and started to leave, but Alex grabbed her arm.

"Wait, please. My grandmother, my mom, my sister... we want to help. Olive and Katrina are nearby. If I text them they will come. Let's talk. Please."

"Is it true that they..." Nora asked.

"Yes."

"And do you..."

"I do."

"Jeez Alex... that's..." there was a long pause before Nora finished. "That's fucking hot." A faint smile haunted her lips, then a blush turned her face scarlet.

Alex felt a tiny little thrill run through her body. "You fucking bet it is," she agreed. "So is it okay if they join us for a few?"

Nora paused, then nodded. "Okay, just for a few minutes." She sat back down on Alex's side of the booth. Alex hugged her tight and gave her a peck on the cheek. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

A few minutes later, Olive and Katrina, still in their work clothes, slipped into the booth opposite Nora and Alex. Alex couldn't suppress a roll of her eyes at her grandmother's unencumbered chest that swayed liberally behind the thin blouse. She also carried her work case with her -- part of the bra strap was accidentally hanging out of a side pocket.

"Didn't have a chance to drop it in the car," she said in response to Alex's querying look.

"But you had a chance to ditch the bra..."

"Priorities," Olive said with a smile.

Alex rolled her eyes yet again, then turned to her cousin.

"This is my mother, Katrina, and my grandmother, Olive." Nora politely shook their hands, and ran her eyes for a moment down Olive's unabashedly braless ample mom-tits.

Alex filled Olive and Katrina in on the conversation up to that point. When she got to the part about Nora being locked in the cellar for misbehaving, Alex could see the flare of anger in both her mother and grandmother.

"So what can we do?" Alex asked. "We need to put a stop to this shit now."

"Speaking as a lawyer, this would make an incredible legal case," Olive said. "You come home with us and I can have a restraining order in front of a judge before bedtime. Let's do it."

"Really?" Nora asked.

"Absolutely. Do you happen to have any pictures of this area you were held in?"

"No, Violet took away my phone anytime I went down there."

"Hmmm. Is there any way into the cellar that doesn't involve going through the front door of the complex?"

"There's a bulkhead behind the building, but it's secured and behind a gate that's also secured. All the locks are cardkeyed and we have security cameras everywhere. There's no way anyone is getting in there."

Olive smiled. "Don't be so sure. Who is your security firm?"

"Iron Palace Security. They're shady as fuck."

Olive's smile got wide and turned shark-like. Alex could see her grandmother's nipples harden under her blouse, practically drilling through the thin fabric.

"Yes, they ARE shady as fuck," Olive replied. "Which is why they had to hire a good lawyer -- specifically me." She snatched up her cell phone and slipped from the cafe, returning a few minutes later. "It's always helpful to have shady characters who owe you lots of big favors."

She opened up her laptop, connected to wifi, and in a minute was logged into the security firm's system.

"Oh, this is just too easy. I can reroute cameras, open doors, do just about anything. Sweet. We can get in there without being detected. Nora, when would be a good time for a visit to this basement of horrors? When would Violet not be around?"

"Tomorrow night she'll be at a meeting with her little business sorority. She'll come home obliterated after midnight and probably pass out somewhere between the lobby and her bedroom. So tomorrow night would work. Are you sure we can do this without being caught?"

"Trust me," Olive said. "And even if we are, I promise your grandmother will never interfere with your life again."

"But my college money..."

"When we're done, she'll give you and your mom enough money to send a platoon to college."

Nora sighed, then nodded. "I'm trusting you."

"You won't regret it."

Chapter 4

The next night after dark, Alex, Katrina, and Olive picked up Nora in a darkened park. Katrina drove so Olive could use her laptop with a phone hotspot. Alex noticed Nora quaking from anxiety, and gave her a hug.

"It's going to be okay."

Nora met her eyes. "I'm trying to believe you."

The apartment complex was tall and huge, sprawling over three city blocks. Alex counted at least two dozen floors. There must have been hundreds of units, maybe even thousands. She could only imagine the amount of money Violet raked in. She could also only imagine the tunnels of horror that might be underneath.

"I'm going to redirect the cameras away from the entrance, and unlock both the gate and the basement door. We probably want to move quickly once I do that -- the less we are seen, the better. Everybody ready?"

Across the street Alex saw a light turn green on a gate. They scurried through to the door beyond that was also glowing green.

Alex pulled the door open, revealing dim security lighting and a set of metal spiral stairs leading down into a murky half-light.

"Well, here goes nothing," she said, and they crept inside, Olive re-locking the door behind them.

The metal stairs clanged as they climbed down to the cellar. At the bottom they pushed through a door and into a lightly lit and surprisingly cheerful lobby with a couch and easy chair. A single elevator stood at the far end flanked by a pair of metal doors. The left door had a red security light.

"The elevator goes straight up to Violet's apartment. The right door leads back to where I would be sent as punishment," Nora said. "The left door I was never allowed to go into."

"Let's check out this dungeon first, then we'll find out what's behind door number two," said Olive.

Alex pushed the right side door open to a darkened hallway that tilted slightly downwards. She found a light switch on the side and flipped it on. The relative luxury of the lobby was gone. Bare concrete and cinderblock lined the hall, the cement floor sloped down about twenty feet to an area with a dirt floor and a puddle of water. Another hallway branched off from there. To their right were several doors that stood open. To the left was a large open room with a utilitarian row of three mildewed tile showers, sinks, and toilets. Nora walked to the second doorway on the right and flipped on a switch. Bare concrete walls and floor, a bare mattress, a desk, and a television. A pair of manacles were chained to the wall. Nothing else.

Olive had her camera out and was taking pictures and video of the scene, documenting what they were seeing.

Nora shivered. "This was my punishment room. My mom's is the next one down, and it's identical to mine. Sometimes my grandmother let us have cable while we served out our punishments -- but more often we were chained to the wall and deprived of blankets and pillows."

Nora sat down on the bare mattress and pressed her back against the wall, curling her feet up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees in a fetal position.

"I'm taking a huge chance by bringing you here," she said. "If Violet finds out."

Olive interrupted. "This shit is fucked," she said. "Your grandmother's got a lot of explaining to do, Nora. You are never being punished again, I promise. I can't wait to get that bitch in court."

Alex sat next to Nora and hugged her. "Never again."

Nora wiped tears from her face and nodded.

Alex and Nora headed back out into the hallway. Olive was down by the puddle looking at the corridor that disappeared into the murk.

"Back there is a jumble of tunnels," Nora said. "I don't know what's back there but it's probably not good. But right now I'm more interested in what's behind that other door."

"Fair," Olive said. "But eventually we'll want to come back and go through this entire maze. Heaven knows what Violet has hidden down here."

They clambered back out to the lobby. Olive diddled on her laptop and the red light on the other door turned green.

Alex reached for the door, but Nora stopped her.

"I want to go first," she said, and turned the knob, pushing it open.

Motion-activated lights came up, illuminating a cozy little room with a king-size bed, a desk, a table with some chairs around it, a couple of easy chairs, a large closed wardrobe on the side, some kitschy lights on the walls and... a full video camera setup, with a laptop hooked in. There was a bathroom on the side with a huge tub that doubled as a hot tub. There was a cam hookup in there too.

"What the hell?" Alex said. "What is this place? It's like a movie studio."

"Actually, I think it's like a cam studio," Katrina corrected her.

Nora's face flitted between surprise, fascination, and disgust in rapid succession. "My grandmother who gives me shit about my Insta feed has a fucking webcam studio. What the fuck."

TO BE CONTINUED