My Family Reunion Pt. 01

My family reunion p1

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Author's Notes: This story is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any resemblance to people alive or dead is coincidental. There is no underage sex. There is no use of artificial intelligence (AI) used in the writing of this story, like all of my stories.

2021

The reunion was every two years. Aunt Elise and Aunt Frannie both had enormous homes in Suncadia which is just next to Cle Elum, Washington which is just across Snoqualmie Pass. They were twins and both worked for software companies and were on the autism spectrum. That they both went through men and women like Kleenex tissues and were stunning, beautiful and multimillionaires kind of set the tone for my life. They had traded me back and forth since my eighteenth birthday. I was twenty seven-before I fucked a man and now I was married to one. My name is Teodora Martinez-Smith.

My mom (Elise and Franny's younger sister) was married to her second husband when she fucked my dad in the bathroom of a Mexican restaurant on Fifteenth West just south of the Ballard Bridge in Seattle.

She was mid-stream in the divorce from her second husband when I was born. She worked for Microsoft. Grandma worked for Microsoft when it was on the side of the hill next to 520 across from Burgermaster; she filled boxes with floppy disks when she fucked Bill Gates, Jr., one of many. She didn't need the money but was offered half a million dollars in five annual payments if she signed a non-disclosure agreement. Her parents were independently wealthy, but half a million bucks is not chump change. She was home for the summer from Stanford that summer and thought she'd just as soon fuck the guy; he was ugly and skinny but he did have a tool as she always reminded my twin and me. My name is Teodora (Tedi) and my fraternal twin sister is Teresa (Teri).

My husband is totally into Latina women and Teri and I hooked up with him at the restaurant Von's in downtown Kirkland, he was with his girlfriend who was being such a bitch and when she got up to go to the bathroom and we both ran to his table, because he was totally ripped. Turns out he was on CHANNEL THIRTEEN at the time and almost married. I don't know why because Teri and I for all intents and purposes is identical to me, except I have one blue eye and one brown eye and she has two brown eyes and is an inch taller, but he fell in love with me and I him. That first night we both fucked him. I'm going to say his name is Tom (he's a broadcaster for the CHANNEL THIRTEEN now and I am not going to out him).

Anyway, I'm freaked out about the reunion and asked Mom if I could have kid's duty. That was not happening Tom and I watch porn when we fuck, he says I'm a doppelganger for porn star Gina Valentina. Last night he asked me if we might do a long weekend in Los Angeles, because she, 'Gina Valentina,' is also an escort and he wanted to watch her fuck me. Her real name is Victoria Celeste Carvalho and she has a boyfriend but she's still a hooker.

I said, "I will agree to do this, if you will listen to me and not get mad at me."

He looked a little concerned, but agreed to the condition and said, "Go ahead."

"Well at our reunion which goes on for six weeks because we have cousins that live all over the world now, well we fuck each other, men, women, husbands, wives, unmarried folks you just have to be eighteen and have a recent test for STDs."

He responded, "Oh that, Teri's been talking about that to for six months about her and your mom are going to drain my balls so many times I won't be able to walk without a pair of crutches."

I am so going to spank her ass, purple for talking to him before I did.

"Wonderful, well you've fucked her before."

He blushed.

"Okay tell me when and where since the night in the restaurant?"

"Two weeks right after the restaurant, because you were at the venture firm in the Bay Area and we were not official or anything, only once actually, but I quickly realized she is a sociopath. You are not that at all."

I said, "Have you asked her why she has not told me?"

"When she was saying that shit about her and your mom, I asked her."

She said, "If I had done it at first, when it was obvious that you guys were in love, she would have forgiven me, but now she thinks you might murder her."

I said, "If you touch her I will murder both of you."

It cost us five thousand dollars for Friday night, all day Saturday and half of Sunday with Victoria, Tom repeatedly was in her ass and cunt, until he was fucked out each day. She destroyed me with tenderness, technique, edging me, fisting me and when I thought I was done she made love to me.

Mid-day through Saturday, she knew I was falling for her and all night Saturday, she repeatedly told me I was her new bottom bitch and finally I said, "I'm falling in love with you. I love Tom. You've really fucked me up," and I started crying.

I told her everything about the reunion shit and my real twin fucking Tom and promising him that she was going to own him at the reunion.

Tom was snoring away during all of this and she listened and said, "So many porn stars get addicted to cheating and say that their lifestyle is called consensual non-monogamy."

"I have a boyfriend and we're going to have kids. When your first weekend is supposed to happen, make up a work crisis, with your venture clients or whatever and come down here. Bring plenty of clothes for work and don't go back. It's called a functional separation. Tell him it's a huge crisis, blah, blah, make up something. He wanted, when he set this up, to bring guy porn stars to fuck you and me. I only do couples or women."

There were tears leaking out of my eyes and she sighed and continued, "This reunion shit is toxic; it's like old time Mormon stuff. I've done scenes with Alina Lopez; she's from Seattle and was raised a Mormon and her dad, not her stepdad fucked her. Christy Lynn is also a Mormon and grew up in one of those renegade sects with multiple wives and the same shit happened to her."

"Anyway, I want you here in my life, my boyfriend will absolutely love you."

On Sunday, she arranged things where she got Tom off four times in an hour with her hands and mouth as I watched. He fell asleep again and we took a shower and she said, "I am clean as of last Wednesday. I'm going to have another panel tomorrow; I think you should too. This whole shared wife thing he pitched you is not him. He's not a cuck. He wants to fuck other people and have you. I'd bet money he's cheating on you. Hire an investigator after you come down here."

The flight back was quiet, even awkward as I felt my love for him start to slip away. He wanted to talk and I shut it down saying I had a headache and there was work shit. I was on my phone in my work email the whole time and he could see that and there were dozens of issues, legitimate things I had to work through. I put in my earbuds, so I didn't have to talk to him.

We use all kinds of law firms and I reached out to one of our intellectual property sharks and she picked up, "Hey can you give the name of an investigator here in Seattle? My husband is cheating on me and I need confirmation."

She said, "I was out with a client at Cutter's, you know, on Western?"

I murmured and she went on, "Tom was with this Latina woman that I swear to God was you, but she did not have a wedding ring nor a diamond. She was practically sitting on him and there was lots of kissing. I was still there when they walked out and she did not know me from a stump."

"That's my twin sister Teri."

"I'll text you her name, the attorney's name who's got the investigator."

I called Victoria and updated her and said, "I'm going to set this in motion, get my panels done and then head down your way Thursday or Friday. Are you okay with that, Victoria?"

"Yep, you are going to feel a whole lot of pain for a year or so. But you're strong."

I said, "Thank you. I love you."

She said, "Me too, baby."

I had my panels done and I was clean, but there would be some that would happen crop up in a month or so. I did not have HIV, thank God.

By Thursday, the investigator was in place and I'd met with the attorney about doing a functional separation and she told me to get as much information about Tom's financial information, account numbers, amounts etc. She suggested that when I was in Los Angeles to drain all of my accounts and set up new ones and take half of his money.

I was sitting at home Wednesday afternoon when Teri unlocked the kitchen door, which meant that Tom had given her a key. She was talking on the phone, facing away from me, when I punched her in the kidney. She fell to the floor and I stomped on her phone. I kicked her in the cunt twice from behind. She was trying to crawl away when I grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head up and said, "I have pictures and videos bitch, Ima kill you; you just don't know when. Oh, by the way, you gave me Chlamydia and syphilis," which was a lie, but let her worry.

I grabbed her keys and took off my house keys off her key ring. I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her through the kitchen door and left her on the driveway. I locked the door and ran some water in the sinks with the drain plug in and dropped what was left of her phone in the water.

I called a locksmith and had him come out and change the locks. I owned the house before we were married; he suggested electronic surveillance connected to a data center that sends alerts to the Seattle police force.

The affair had been going on for the entire time, we'd been together. Mom called and asked if Teri and I could reconcile. My response was thusly, "Ima go stay with some friends out of town. Because if was to see her I'd probably beat her to death. Before you ask, I'm not coming to the reunion and probably will not ever again. You're all a bunch of sick fucks and you know it mom, you're addicted to cheating."

I turned the phone off. I had a new company smart phone and nobody in my old life would be able to contact me.

I did the money thing; I already had offshore accounts based in Curaçao (Mercantil Bank) and through them to Mercantil Bank Schweiz, where I had money he knew nothing about and since I'd made eighty percent of it and I had way better attorneys than he did, I wired ninety percent of it as he never looked at any of the paper statements, while most of them came to me electronically.

I had a separate garage and locks were changed on it and I parked my Lexus in there and locked it up. I Ubered to SeaTac and caught a flight to Burbank that got in at two.

Victoria was waiting for me outside by the curb in her 2016 Toyota Land Cruiser, and we drove to her home in the Hollywood Hills which took about five minutes. It was brick painted white with a tile roof and a small pool, with hot tub at the end of it and a gorgeous kitchen.

"Can I call you Vicky?" I asked.

She smiled yes, and I said, "Vicky, I wanted you before I knew you; please take me!"

She gave me the side-eye and said, "Are you sure bitch?"

I dropped to all fours and crawled to her and started licking her stilettos and her arch and involuntarily moaning, saying, "I can't look at you without being wet, Vicky."

Apparently her boyfriend was home and he was really, really big, much bigger than Tom and he was in me and in me further and then out and it happened a lot and between Jason and Vicky it was the most incredible five hours of love I'd ever experienced.

In the morning I was the peanut butter sandwiched between her and Jason. All of it was tender and respectful and I felt seen and loved and so relaxed. I pulled her closer to me and fell asleep again.

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