[Continued from “Doppelganger-Banger.” An Excerpt.]
We were staying at Lily’s uncle’s mountain resort. We were all naked after a rather quick game of strip poker followed by an impromptu group therapy session by candlelight which led to a small group orgy, when suddenly we heard the large wooden front door open and a booming “Hello!” soon after. We scampered about the game room to find our clothes and hastily put them on. All of us had gotten at least partially dressed when suddenly Lily’s Uncle Collin walked into the room.
“There you are!” he said, flashing his perfect smile at Lily who, recently covered with Jim’s cum on her face, nervously smiled back. “Don’t just stand there, come on in and give Uncle Collin a kiss hello!”
Lily went up to her tall uncle and gave him a tepid kiss on the cheek. He picked her up in his strong arms and lifted her off the ground, twirling her in the air, before letting her down.
“Uncle Collin! This is such a surprise. I thought you were in Europe for the summer.”
“I was, but I unexpectedly got called back for some urgent business. I hope I didn’t interrupt your fun here,” he said, smiling at the rest of us.
“No. Don’t be silly. We’re so happy to see you,” she said, completely falsely. “You know Jim, of course.”
“Hi Jim, how the hell are you?” said Collin, not so much asking as saying. Collin extended his hand toward him in a firm handshake. Jim’s little hand got lost in the big mitt of Collin’s meaty palm.
Before Jim could even attempt to answer, Lily turned to me and said, “This is H.H.”
“Pleased to meet you,” said Collin with a genuine tone, shaking hands with me.
“And this is his girlfriend, Lola,” said Lily, as she directed his attention to Lo.
“Well, well, what a pleasure,” he said, apparently appreciative of Lo’s beauty. In her haste, Lola hadn’t put on her bra, which was under the poker table still, and her nipples were very erect and apparent through her blouse.
Lo extended her hand to shake Collin’s, but Collin instead said, “Any friend of Lily’s is like family to me. Come on and give Uncle Collin a hug.” He gave Lola a great big bear hug — obviously a ploy to pull Lo’s tits into his chest. I instantly disliked him.
After a moment too long awkwardly passed, Collin looked around the room and saw the whiskey bottle open, the cards on the table, probably the bra under it, and the riding crop, the dog leash, and the towel left haphazardly on the floor.
“What have you all been up to down here?” he asked as the rest of us searched our brains for some sort of answer.
“Tell us about your trip,” said Lily abruptly, taking her uncle by the arm and leading him upstairs. You must be exhausted. Can I get you a drink or make you a coffee?
“A scotch on the rocks would be nice,” he said.
“Great!” said Lily, “Jim, will you grab that? Let’s go up to the living room and sit by the fire.”
Relieved at her quick thinking, the rest of us cleaned up as best we could. Lo put on her bra. Jim got the drinks (for Collin, himself, and me), and I carefully rearranged my package, which was rather uncomfortable still.
We went up to the living room and Lo and Lily each got some champagne and we sat by the fire with Collin, who told us about his abrupt change of plans.
“I had to come back here because my prized mare is due to give birth. I breed horses, and dogs,” he said by way of explanation to Lo and me, “completely for fun,” he added, “but sometimes my fun interrupts my fun,” he said laughing at his own joke and ridiculous privilege. “So tomorrow I have to go out to the breeding farm to check on how things are progressing.”
“Don’t you have people who can do that?” asked Lily.
“Sure I do,” said Collin, “but, when your million dollar stallion breeds with a million point two mare, you want to make sure that their foal is delivered into the best of hands,” he said completely immodestly.
“Is she due tomorrow?”
“Not exactly sure, but any day now. What did you all have planned for tomorrow?”
“Well, we were. . .” began Lily, but before she was done, Collin interrupted.
“Why don’t you come to the farm with me. You’ll love it. You’ll absolutely love it. That settles it. We’ll all head out tomorrow around eight.”
Well, I thought, I guess that settles it. Something about his demeanor, his self-assuredness, his larger than life presence, reminded me of Hemingway. Or, rather, how I imagine Hemingway must have been since, obviously, I never met the guy. That just made me like Collin less.
That night, after we went to bed, I caught Lo masturbating after I brushed my teeth.
“What are you doing?” I inquired.
“Nothing,” she said, lying.
“Yeah, so?” she said defensively. “A woman has a right to fap.”
“That she does,” I conceded, “but after all the cumming you did today, you still are fapping away?”
“One day, Daddio, I’ll give you a book that will give you a clue as to girls like me.”
“Lo, you forget, I wrote the book, not just on girls like you, but on you. In fact, I wrote multiple books on you, you little nympho.”
“That’s true, Daddio,” she said as she came visibly and audibly.
I climbed into bed next to her. Before I even had a chance to get close to her, she said, “Hurry, fuck me.”
I got between her wet thighs and slid in. “OK, Lo,” I whispered, “what’s got you so riled up?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Please don’t tell me that self-satisfied, braggadocious, materialistic, metro-sexual megalomaniac,” and before I could finish my string of insults, she was cumming again.
“Oh, please!” I said, loudly.
“Shhhhh,” she rebuked. “Daddy, he is so attractive. Strong. Rich. And he has a great package,” she said, cumming once more.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” I said, “I know what you’re doing. You’re getting back at me for making you jealous about Lily.”
“No, Daddy. Fuck me more and I’ll tell you.”
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