Feature Writer: Mark Gander /
Feature Title: THE HONEY DEW LIST 15 /
Published: 01.12.2016
Copyright: © 2016 by Mark Gander
Story Codes: MF, FF, MM, Bi, Drug-use, Hypnosis, Paranormal, Incest, BDSM, Anal, Pegging, Pregnancy, Squirting, Voyeurism, WS, Violent /
Synopsis: A little play on words here. Damien Martin is right on the verge of dumping his rather demanding live-in girlfriend Cassidy Lassiter, when she surprises him with a new “honey-do list” that isn’t so bad after all. /
The Honey Dew List
Chapter 15
Damien and Amos both found things to occupy their time, mostly in terms of Amos going over the details in a careful review of what information he gathered, especially in light of the bomb threat. He did his best to put anything romantic or sexual on the back burner for now, wanting to focus on work during his typical workday hours. He wasn’t honestly sure what to say or do about the bomb squad chief and his apparent interest in him. The guy was cute, not to mention brave and smart, but did they have a future? That was not something that Amos was ready to consider just yet, not with everything so up in the air. He wasn’t sure yet if the Klan had a hit out on him, a contract on his life. He’d better more than even money that they did, so he could only hope that they weren’t able to see it carried out.
Damien, meanwhile, had a different project, namely discovering the various properties of his new ring and what they might mean for both his career and his love life. What exactly did Frank Pezzo have in mind for him, if anything? What was this “Other” business, anyway? This was a significant change in his life, but he hadn’t taken the time to reflect on it the night before, in the heat of the passionate intimacy with all of his lovers.
Whoever Frank Pezzo was, he was closely connected to the family of his own mortal enemies, which was odd enough, but on top of that, he seemed to have his personal harem, though he seemed to also share it with his brother, Jim. Damien also had the start of a harem of his own, so he wondered what he could learn of harem management, if any, from this Frank guy. He also racked his brain as to how this “Other” really affected him. He knew one thing, though: the Other seemed to give him a libido on steroids. Was THAT how it was for Frank and Jim? Did this demonic force literally change any man who had it into a type of sex god?
Damien had to wonder if perhaps he was destined to this. Why else would everything have just fallen into place the moment that he stood up to Cassidy, anyway? This was one hell of a way for her to handle the sudden reversal of things in their household, from bossy and pushy to abjectly submissive and eager to share him in just a short space of time. What was really going on with her and the Lassiters, anyway? Was it in any way connected to the Harris-Forrester deal, or was that mere coincidence? A lot of strange circumstances seemed to be colliding at once, and rather than a simple mathematical formula that could logically explain things, this was much more like algebra, with tons of variables, square roots, prime numbers, and other complications. It was confusing as hell.
“You are, you know. Destined to this. About time that you figured it out,” a voice behind Damien told him, and he looked around to see a tall, nerdy redhead who was striking enough in her own way.
“And you are?” Damien asked her.
“Alice Wilkins, Esquire. Attorney-at-law. I was the probate lawyer for Adam Slater, your uncle. It took me some time to track you down, because his offspring were first priority, but, yes, you and Frank Pezzo are first cousins. He knows this now, but he wasn’t ready to divulge it to the Lassiters just yet. Now, however, it’s time for all involved to be aware of it. You see, your mother’s maiden name was Slater, wasn’t it? She was Adam Slater’s sister. His significantly younger sister, in fact.
“Have you ever wondered why you have a hard time with relationships, why women want you and yet test and provoke you often, why they seem to struggle with you, but still find themselves groveling to you eventually? Yes, I’ve looked it up. Everything from three, very selfish and silly high school sweethearts, who incidentally haven’t quite been the same since they lost you, to the ex-girlfriend who slid back into your life and your bed just like that, to the now insanely passionate Lassiters, to the sister who burns to be yours and who often uses her lust for you to keep up her success in porn, to the Israeli cutie who misses you like crazy, to your so-called ‘work wife,’ Tara.
“It works like this. The Other is a daemon, what some call a demon. It’s not a fallen angel. It’s not a devil. It’s not even an evil spirit, per se. It’s a powerful, pagan entity, a heathen demigod, of sorts. Not unlike a satyr, in fact, except that it possesses bodies rather than having its own. It left its traces and imprint on your mother and you, not to mention your sister, but it was always stronger with you than with Stephanie or Hortense, because you’re male. It always bonds more with masculine energy than feminine for some reason.
“You only had a bit of its residue, its energy touching you, and your life was already a wild, wanton adventure in debauchery, wasn’t it? Now that you’re a wearer of the ring, a carrier of the Other inside you, it’s going to be even more potent. Its purpose, ultimately, is still unclear, but what I do know is this: those touched by you, whether by you wearing this ring or by the energy of the Other without the ring, are never going to be wholly free of their craving for you. It’s stronger with women than with men, so Amos might be able to handle it to an extent, but even he will experience a strong urge now and then to take you to bed and have you. Any questions?” Alice asked Damien.
“So, you’re saying that they’re … addicted to me?” Damien tried to clarify.
“In a nutshell, yes. They’re hooked. They can’t help themselves about that, though they can ruthlessly try to shake it or control it. Even then, look what happened when Lauren saw you again. She was putty in your hands, willing to do anything to be yours again. As long as you draw breath, the women in your life, and even the men to an extent, will be painfully aware of their attraction to you, their desire to share your bed. That’s why your sister can’t quite give up on her dream of being yours. That’s why your mother was always a little … standoffish. She had to fight her attraction to you, something that she had trouble understanding. She never told your father about it, but at times he must have suspected, which had to have strained things between you,” Alice explained further.
“It did, of course. And what was the deal with Marina and Lauren’s cheating, for that matter? If I’m so addictive, how did Lauren behave like that? How did Marina?” Damien was curious.
“Lauren was still in love with Lewis, as well as afraid of him, but she also had strong feelings for you. She was shocked by your vindictive streak, I guess. If you had suggested a threesome or that she invite Marina in to atone, she’d have jumped on it, but you unilaterally decided to plow her friend in a brazen attempt to hurt her back. I’m not blaming you. In fact, I think that you handled it beautifully, even if it cost you her in the short run. Lauren has always had a certain fear and respect for you ever since, something healthy when directed at one touched by the Other.
“Once she was totally out of love with Lewis, and no longer feared him, there was only her passion for and fear of you, and that was more than enough to make her your slut again, this time for good. Marina, well, there is one other factor. She fell in love with you from the day that you met and it upset her to see what was going on between you and Lauren, seeing both of you unhappy like that. In fact, do you know what Lauren is already planning? She’s preparing to get Marina back for you. She’s determined to achieve that for you. Yes, yet another woman for the harem.
“Frank now has several dozen women in his harem, and even half a dozen men, though he shares it jointly with Jim, his brother, your other cousin. I’m one of those women, and I must say, it’s shocking to watch, even now that I know the score. Some of those women are the nuns who once abused Frank while he was in school, but they now submit eagerly to him and whatever designs he has on them. The tables have completely turned on them and they welcome it!
“I want you to be prepared for what’s coming next, so I figured that it was high time that I spoke to you. It wasn’t just my idea, though. It was also Frank’s and Jim’s, among others. And, well, hers,” Alice made room for a very familiar face: Stephanie.
“Steph?” Damien went for a hug, but she grabbed his face and gave him a deep tongue kiss that was definitely not sisterly or chaste at all.
“Oh, my sweet brother, I have burned for this day, longed for it, craved it with every fiber of my being. From day one, I was yours. It was my destiny, to be your woman, well, ONE of your women, to be more exact. So, I’m on your list, am I? Hehe … yummy! I can’t wait to meet your lady loves, all of them, and make damn sure that they’re treating my beloved brother right!” Steph told him between kisses.
“And Alice here found you?” Damien asked her, even as his hand slipped under her skirt, much to her delight.
“Yes, she did, the little Miss Cupid. Oooh, bro, don’t stop on my account, feel free to yank down my panties and stuff them in your pockets. Hell, feel free to drag me off somewhere and fuck me harder than any of my co-stars ever did! I know that you can, because you’re empowered by this demon of yours. I’m fertile as can be, and quite frankly, I’m not going to renew my contract. “I’m retiring from porn and going to move back in with you, bro! Not that I regret it. No, I enjoyed it thoroughly, but I can get as wild and kinky for you as I did on screen, and it will be entirely for love and lust, not for a paycheck at all. I’m tired of fucking who my directors and fans want me to fuck. I want to fuck you and your lovers instead. I was marking time, but now I’m with you! Trust me, though, my last couple of films will have me going out with a bang, not a whimper!” Steph encouraged him.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Damien grabbed Steph by the hand, all but dragged her into the men’s room, and lifted her skirt to finger her juicy twat.
Before too long, Damien was balls deep inside his sister’s cunt, his cock hammering at her with the same kind of force that she ached to feel inside her. Sure, he wasn’t as large as those woodsmen in the porn industry, but he was her beloved brother, her kith and kin, making it very taboo, not to mention that this was in public and she was a complete exhibitionist. Furthermore, it was bareback and he was clearly overcome with lust enough not to mind that she was a porn star and fertile to boot. Stephanie already knew that she would make her last few pictures preggo kink films, and those would not require much faking at all, especially if she could get Damien to bang her in at least some scenes.
“Oh, fuck me, brother! Fuck me good! Knock me up like we’re Targaryens or something! I’m in love with you, bro. I always have been!” Stephanie softly begged her brother to take her harder and rougher.
“Just wait until I plow your ass, too!” Damien teased Steph, causing a cough from outside the stall, at which point it opened to reveal Alice Wilkins, who walked in to join them.
“Mind if I join you?” Alice asked, but she didn’t wait for an answer, parting Stephanie’s butt cheeks to start rimming her in earnest, “feel free to plow my ass as well. I’m on loan from Frank for a little bit, until we get you nicely settled down with your harem. You might call it my second career, as I moonlight at coordinating and setting up harems for worthy men. I could make it a real vocation, but that would require too much time away from my beloved Frank and Jim.”
Stephanie moaned like a banshee, this time not fake like many of her adult film scenes. She grunted and groaned, hissed, cursed, swore, and even felt her juices gush onto Damien’s dick. She couldn’t help it. This was THE cock that she always wanted most of all. This was the prick that drove her to kill or mark time with her porn career. This, right then, was actually, thus far, the happiest moment of her life, having her Damien’s dick inside her like this, driving her crazy with lust and love. Alice’s tongue was just icing on the cake for her: the biggest thrill was being ravaged by her own brother, her favorite man on Earth.
It wasn’t the longest lasting encounter, of course, but it was one of the intense of Damien’s life, as he banged the crap out of his sister at last. He felt her sweet, slippery cunt envelop his dick and he wondered how she stayed so remarkably tight with a career in porn. Furthermore, he enjoyed the sight of her lovely, swarthy buns, those wonderful moons beneath, parted by Alice’s greedy tongue. Watching a ginger like Alice rim his sister only added to his lust, as did Alice’s magical hands on his balls, stroking them for good measure.
When Alice stopped rimming an already cumming Stephanie to suck Damien’s cock between strokes, it was just about too much. She didn’t hesitate to guide him back inside his sister’s snatch, either, encouraging him to plunder her pussy for the hell of it. Coordinator indeed, he thought, as he drove deeper into his sister’s twat. Steph wasn’t shy about what she wanted, either, urging Damien to finger her bottom and Alice to keep licking him as he rammed her fantastic cunt. The more he probed both holes at once, the more she came for him, her juices flowing down her thighs toward her calves and feet.
Finally, of course, it was too much, and Damien spilled his seed into his sister’s delectable slit. She then immediately turned around and knelt to share the taste of her twat and his cock with Alice. Getting a blowjob was one thing, one from your own sister something else, but getting it from a porn star who happened to be your sister, while she shared your dick with the sexiest lawyer that you’d ever met in your life … God damn!
When Damien rose and received a French kiss from both ladies, he knew for sure that he was going to miss Alice when she returned to Frank and Jim, but also that he was going to be very pleased with his sister’s return. He had missed her for the longest time, and now, here she was. Stephanie was his at last, his sweet sister, and he was never going to give her up. The look that she gave him just then told him that she wouldn’t let him if he tried, either.
“So, what happens next, then?” Damien chuckled, his hand now under Steph’s skirt to feel her buns, much to her enjoyment.
“Now, you enjoy your time with Steph and me, meet up again with your work wife, which is incidentally a role that she increasingly takes more seriously and literally than at first, and prepare for the findings of her investigation … and of Amos’s analysis. Don’t ask how I know these things. I’ve been watching you for quite a while now. And don’t worry too much. Frank and Jim know people, as do I. The Klan fucked with the wrong folks this time, and they’re going to do more than take it on the chin. It’s going to come back and bite them on the ass. That’s all that I can say about that for now. We have deeper pockets and resources than they ever could.
“Also, watch out. Roger’s a mole. An enemy. He’s gotta go, but Tara doesn’t know it yet. She will, though, and he’ll be eliminated from the picture, trust me. He’s crossed the wrong people himself this time. Just be careful not to get hurt by him in the meantime, and look out for Tara. He’s liable to try to hurt her on his way down. And it’s a long way down for him, trust me on that,” Alice warned Damien, much to his shock, “in the meantime, don’t let on that you’re onto him, okay? Play it cool.”
“And Wanda?” Damien asked her.
“In cahoots with Roger all along. They’ve been using Tara all along to get their hooks into the Volunteer and into you. Let’s just say that Harold Bird didn’t leave on his own accord. He was kidnapped and is being tortured for information. Tara was never intended to be Roger’s real wife. She was to be the bait for you, and he would enjoy her in the meantime. Wanda and Roger have their own agenda, which you’ll discover and I’ll explain better in time.
“Let’s just say that she was supposed to be a damsel in distress for you, and she worked beautifully in that role, but they’re now victims of their own success, because she’s head over heels in love with you, and when she learns what Roger and Wanda are about, well, it’s gonna get ugly for them if she has anything to do it,” Alice continued, “now, excuse me, but I need to make a quick call. Don’t ask. You know to whom it is.”
“Okay, but it’s almost time for lunch. Once the call is done, we need to meet up with Tara. I’ll just try to keep mum about, well, you know,” Damien assured her while fondling Steph’s ass under her skirt.
“If you have any struggles with it, I could always kiss you or push your head under my skirt to let you taste my cunt or my ass,” Steph offered, not entirely facetious.
“Tempting, babe. Very tempting,” Damien grinned, while Alice went ahead and made her call.
A few minutes later, after a very muffled discourse, Alice walked back to the two of them and informed them, “Well, don’t be shocked when Amos learns of Harold Bird’s whereabouts, or would you rather take credit yourself?”
“Nope. This is Amos’s baby. He’s worked very hard to get this scoop. Let him handle it. I’m too close to things, anyway, too emotionally involved. Let Amos be the hero this time. He’s earned it. Either way, the Volunteer benefits, as do I, especially if Harold returns and I’m suddenly editor of the most notorious rag in Chattanooga,” Damien encouraged Alice, who quickly sent a text.
“Done. This time tomorrow, Amos Clark will be a household name, and you by extension, not to mention Harold Bird. Your life will never be the same, but you deserve it, by standing behind your journalist. That’s only part of why Frank chose you, blood aside. You knew your character, your basic decency. The police will really owe both of you big time, and you, well, you’ll owe me … and Frank and Jim, even more. You’ll understand in time. Tara will owe us as well, you, me, and my two Masters, for setting her free of Roger and Wanda at last. She’ll be free to love you as she really desires, free of any conflicting loyalties. She’s not like me. She can’t multi-task as well as I do, and at least Jim follows Frank’s lead,” Alice promised him.
“So … Harold Bird is about to get freed, if all goes well and no Mexican standoff,” Damien breathed easily.
“Yes, and ultimately thanks to you. If Tara and you hadn’t … become lovers, things might not have tied in that quickly, but you did, and that just unleashed a variety of forces, a chain reaction sure to bring the Klan’s little narc empire crumbling even faster than it might have done,” Alice assured him, “You’ll see. Just give it a little time. Speaking of which, shall I meet this sweet Tara of yours and the great Amos Clark at last?”
“Absolutely, Alice,” Damien smiled, “Steph, you ready to meet Tara, too?”
“Bro, I’m so fucking ready for everything,” Steph got the last word, as Damien took her hand and Alice’s over to the Ruby Tuesday’s for lunch, “I especially can’t wait to meet Lauren and the Lassiters.”
Sure enough, Amos and Tara were both waiting for them, broad smiles on both faces, scant seconds before Amos got a text on his phone and his face would have turned pale if that were possible with his pigmentation.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN