I Have No Idea
by Redsliver
Chapter 24
* * *“I was supposed to go home a week before we came down here.”
“I’m blowing my cheat day the second I get near a strawberry turnover.”
“I just wanna see the stars again.”
The girls hadn’t been so chatty in a while. I guess we had run out of stories. Not wearing a top today? Wanna fuck? Without weather, even small talk had burned away. We all eagerly awaited the elevator.
Charlotte, My Valkyrie, rubbed sunscreen on my shoulders. Finding the crate of SPF 60 had set a fire under all of us. Traci was giving my right leg its coat. Mel had her hands up as Pilar liberally coated the twin’s sides.
“My time was up about four days in.” Kelsey and Nastya were taking turns on each other. “Have you thought about reupping?”
My mind fought. I didn’t think they fitted with us any longer. I was loathe to let them leave. Every thought came in conflict. The only time my mind agreed was when I was near orgasm. Faster, harder, deeper. The only agreeance in my mind... Until we heard the motors. I concurred on the excitement.
Ellie, Olivia, Shani, Dad, and Larry were up there. I couldn’t focus on the kids. I didn’t want to cry in anticipation, in relief, in victory, in failure.
“I bet you can’t wait to hold your babies again.” Charlotte, My Valkyrie, read my mind. She hugged me from behind. I stroked her cheek over my shoulder. Mel shot me a look. Amanda was bouncing on her heels. She was filled with unfathomable energy.
“I—” Didn’t trust myself to raise my children. I suppose no parent does, not really, not often. It was more than that. In that moment, I didn’t trust myself to brush my teeth right. I shook my head.
“Really?”
“It’s all I can think about.” I assured her. “That and sunlight.”
“Oh, I figured you’d be excited for the Mistresses.” Charlotte, My Valkyrie, slid back and finished spreading the lotion over my hips. The girls were tying on their bikini tops now. Bottoms slid over, and often into, tight buttocks. We had had little to do besides fuck the nearest girl, read a depleted library, exercise now perfected muscles, and tell our stupid stories for months. Everyone was in stiffer shape. Though Nastya looked a little plumper. Everyone was paler. Amanda looked that much darker when she wasn’t surrounded by tropical tans.
“I meant killer death rays from the giant fireball in the sky.” I corrected Charlotte, My Valkyrie. Correcting myself was getting tiresome. The servos stopped. We all stood up straighter. The big service elevator doors in front of us opened.
“I guess they’re waiting up top to welcome us.” Mel said with noticeable relief. She pushed her nipple into the cup of her bikini and then pulled her hair out of the top strap. I grabbed Amanda’s shaking shoulders. She was the first onto the big lift. We moved to the back.
“Are we leaving everything down here?” Traci asked, hovering back as the other twenty one Fuck Island employees followed Mel on.
“Do you want a souvenir?” I asked.
“I don’t think any of us want to wait for her to scamper to her bunk.” Mel shook her head. She narrowed her eyes. It didn’t work for her like it did for me. It worked some. “Get on.”
“Of course! Sorry!” She pushed aside Kelsey and Pilar and became the third last girl on the elevator.
“You ready for this?” I asked Amanda.
“Never.” She said. “Push the button.”
Kelsey did; the door inched closed and opened again when she pulled her finger back. Nastya leaned over the army widow and held it down until the door was fully shut. The acceleration lurched the floor and I wobbled. I was laughing at myself. That was unacceptable. I had to set a standard for everyone. I laughed harder and more forced.
“Calm down. Calm down.” Amanda rubbed my elbow as we ascended. We were only two stories underground. It was a slow elevator but even that trip couldn’t be stretched out for a full minute. The girls were ratcheting up higher. My laughter infected everyone with giggles. I realized I had placed myself at the back. I should be the first one everyone saw when the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Her hand squeezed my elbow again. “Calm down. There’s no need to fight.”
“You lost weight.” I joked when the elevator stopped. Amanda knew the physics and smiled. Mel scowled and looked forward as the doors opened.
The smell wafted in alongside the wailings of an infant. It bothered me that I couldn’t tell which kid it was by the noise. I didn’t know their rhythms, their personalities, what I was going to make of any of them. I didn’t like that thought. I focused on the smell.
We walked out into a walled courtyard at the back of The Castle. The sunrise was blocked by the two story walls but I still blinked like a spotlight had been shone on my face. The smell was divine. A little bit of palm tree, a little bit of ocean, but not cloying and recirculated like inside the mermaid cove. The cheers and clapping came second. That set off another baby.
“Really?” I heard my Dad say. “I’d wished he’d be running out first to see the little ones.”
“Would he ever though?” My stepmom asked. I would. I decided. I thanked Amanda with a touch of my forehead to hers. She ran her fingers around my ear. I stepped forward. The girls, especially the one straight ahead of me, responded to my energy and flowed out of the elevator like an avalanche.
I was smirking. There were greetings, cheers, familiar faces, and new ones. I finally stepped out into the hangar, only ahead of Amanda, Mel, and Charlotte. The girls had smartly been directed left or right. My. Valkyrie. Ran off and hugged Donna. Some redheaded woman I didn’t recognize. Donna shouldn’t have been kept. They didn’t matter in the moment.
The girls were giddily reconnecting with co-workers and friends. They scooped each other up and whispering for excited stories. I aimed forward. My Dad and Larry stood vanguard of the women, nursemaids, and babies. A bench had been pulled in for Ellie and Shani. They breastfed a kid each and a few girls I didn’t recognize did the same with others. Amanda bolted by me as soon as Ellie met her eyes. Apparently, that was Noel in the twin’s arms.
I grabbed my Dad almost before he grabbed me. I stank of overapplied sunscreen and he stank of nervous sweat. He felt thinner than he had. I pulled him tighter. I stepped back. Larry looked at me.
“What did you get out of your system?” He asked me.
“Not nearly enough,” I said agreeing to disagree with myself. He slapped my shoulder. Olivia stepped up to me, nose to nose. Or to chin as she was a bit shorter than me. I hugged her too. Whatever she was looking for or looking to say was tucked away for the moment.
“Welcome back.” She said when she stepped aside. Shani slipped in next to me. The wetness of her tits on my Hawaiian shirt reminded me to look over her shoulder. I didn’t see Mel. Ellie was rocking a carriage and looking beyond me.
“Welcome home.” Shani said. Her voice throbbing with hope. I looked in her eyes. She was talking to me. I argued with myself.
“It’s home wherever we’re together.” I said. I kissed her. Larry was studying me when I broke from his stolen wife’s lips. I hated the pride I felt and so I didn’t go for another kiss for good or for bad reasons. I inched Shani aside. “I need to see Ellie.”
Those words were rocket boosters. The little strawberry blonde was coming at me and I only managed to hug her. I picked her up and twirled with her. She was heavier than Mel. I had tossed Mel around yesterday morning. She was darker. Her hair was shorter, much shorter, and still to her shoulders. I grinned.
“You look amazing.” I beamed at her.
“You look pretty good yourself.” She said. “C’mon, let’s get you introduced to all of the new faces. You’ll be disgusted how much they’ve all grown!”
I would. I would never miss any of that ever again. I stepped forward. Mel hung back. Ellie noticed too.
“Are you alright?” I was almost able to ask. Her rocket fuel was the first half syllable of the word Are.
“Is he OK? What have I done? Oh my God, I don’t know which baby is—”
“Breathe,” Olivia said and beckoned from the bassinet Ellie had been rocking to Mel. “Little screaming monster right here is yours.”
“I’m so sorry!” She was blubbering as she ran.
“Damn, her ass looks great.” Ellie said at me.
“Yeah, and yours could too.” I agreed and I challenged her. She snatched up my hand and let me forward.
“Maybe you’ll let me interrupt?” Doc Vanessa had hovered behind everyone. She had her nurse, Rudy, with her.
“Fine,” I said rubbing my finger on Noel’s nose. The eight month old burped at me. I was smiling so hard I couldn’t have disagreed with myself. “Let’s go.”
“We’ll check you to out soon enough,” Rudy told Mel and Amanda. I followed the redheaded MILF doctor out to a waiting golf cart.
“We should have a clinic at The Castle.” I decided. I was almost ready to force them to take me there. I hated the counter thoughts shearing against each other. I grimaced.
“We do.” Vanessa told me. “But you’re up for more than a tongue depressor and a band-aid.”
I climbed in the back with Vanessa. The red morning sun bathed her skin as I slipped the thin Hawaiian shirt off of her shoulders. I left the bikini on her tits. She acquiesced as I lowered her mouth down onto me.
There, that’s where you belong.
It’s amazing the difference from girl to girl. I missed Shani most of all.
I reclined in the seat and looked around at the island. It was the end of spring. I had just missed Thanksgiving. The clouds came and went, mists of rain pattered on the canvas roof of the cart. I traded waves and hellos to the girls being run off to their shifts at The Globe, The Waterfront or The Castle. I felt like the king I was for the adoration.
We arrived behind the strip in time for me to paint the doctor’s tonsils. I rolled my eyes back and felt impatient. What kind of dick does that to a woman? Thanks slut, now get lost, I need to get back to the real people. Shut up, brain. I don’t give a shit that you built this, this is my Goddamned life.
I smiled down as she made a show of swallowing. Nurse Rudy took Vanessa’s hand and helped her out of the cart. I left my shorts in the car. I felt constricted wearing clothes after the time in the dungeon. They hurried when I forced them forward by their butts.
I was poked, prodded, pricked, and pilfered. I made a deposit between Rudy’s round breasts. There weren’t many fake tits on the island, but somehow most of the nurses were augmented. Doc Vanessa too. So were Olivia’s. No! From before she had met Dad? Where were the scars? I could notice Rudy’s around her nipples.
“You alright, boss?” Vanessa asked as she slapped the band-aid over the needle prick where she had drawn blood from my wrist.
“Just thinking about—Are we done?” I let the heavy handed thoughts take the wheel to stop myself from vacillating.
“Yep, Larry and Shani should be waiting for you at Alice Perkins. You can get a shower, I think Jade’s in there waiting for you and Rudy’s putting out some clothes if you like.” She said with a smile. I could almost see the robot track in her brain. I had pushed her will into that rut so many times it had become a switch for her to go from capable doctor to obedient employee. To island whore. I like whores.
I never bothered molesting Jade. I wasn’t dosed with any Sisyphos and the blowjob in the cart and the titjob on the examination table was enough to empty my gas tank. I pulled on a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts. I ditched the cart, It was only a short walk and I needed the sun.
“Hey!” I didn’t recognize the barista, must’ve been a new recruit but she lit up like a firework to see me. I greeted her back and found my brother and sister-in-theft sitting with big cups of coffee.
“I haven’t seen Rena.” I told them when I sat down. The barista rushed over with my order. Perfect, but I’d started giving a shit about the quality of the tar I sucked caffeine out of the moment I had first got a PA.
“She’s with Lawrence.” My brother asked. “She doesn’t leave him with babysitters so well. You’re going to have to go to her.”
“Excellent,” I forced down the self-entitled bristle that rose out of my success. “How have you been?”
“I’m good man. Finally.” He said.
“How so?” I asked, knowing this was about him finding something to do for himself.
“Your time away? It cost Tannerpharm a billion and a half dollars.” He said with a grin. I laughed and my cheeks flushed with rage. I closed my eyes. Fucking idiots! No, it was all PR, my job was to be visible. Better more capable people handled the decisions and the R&D worked. I just provided—
“So, I started thinking, if you don’t come out capable, how do we manage Fuck Island without all that money you bleed out of the company.” He grinned.
“We’re in the black?”
“No, not while the dungeon’s unfinished.” He said. “You give me the reins, this place will live forever.”
“Done.” I said as my guts roiled. I smirked as I demanded that I keep my freedom, my family, My Fuck Island. Eat a bag of dicks. I’m going to smother you in your sleep.
“I missed that smile.” Shani squeezed my fingers. That shocked me. What smile? She missed me taking joy in fucking with people? Goddammit. “There it is. Welcome home.”
“Good, you needed something to excel at.”
“Tell him the rest.” Shani kicked him under the table.
“There’s more?”
“I finally get it,” He said. “With the kids and all. I want my pick of the girls to make my own family harem. I think, I’ll need my own mansion corner too. I can’t live my life crashing on your couch forever.”
Done man, anyone. “Who’re you thinking?”
Shani laughed. She scratched the back of my hand. I looked at her and she shook her head.
“Don’t pick them for me.” Larry begged.
“It’s not that.” He’s not going to take Shani back from me! He wants his pick of the peasants, not the royals. There’s no one that important.
“I think, I’m going to keep a few myself.” I said.
“Goddammit.” Larry pinched the bridge of his nose. “Who?”
“Shit, I—”
“You need to take the lead here, Brian.” Shani growled. “You have the stronger dose, he can’t fight you for a woman.”
“Right,” I said and I nodded. I grabbed his shoulder. It was the only way to show any love for my brother. “Whoever you want, Larr. I’ve got your back.”
“Oh la la,” Shani grinned, “He even broke out the Larr. You’re good to go.”
“Now, I’m going to chase down Rena.”
“Back at the house.” Shani stole my mostly untouched coffee.
“Can you have coffee while you breastfeed?” I worried.
“A little bit.” She said. “And I’ve been good for days. Now, it’s either I become the living dead, drink this cup, or start a cocaine habit in my thirties.”
“I vote cocaine.” Larry suggested. “It’ll keep you thin.”
“Bastard.” Shani said with a grin. I leaned down and kissed her hair. She pushed me up. “Go.”
“I’m gone.”
I took the cart. I liked walking the island but it spread the wrong message. Besides, I hadn’t tested out that new barista. I knew better. The Sisyphos I took wouldn’t kick in until after the short trip home. I sent her away mostly unmolested. I found Rena in the master bedroom. Jesus, this was the size of all of the apartments I had rented from college until blackout put together. She and Ellie were looking over a row of cribs. Mel was pacing back and forth cooing at our son.
“Shh!” Rena warned around a smile. I think she needed the hug almost half as much as I did. I don’t think we would’ve let go if there weren’t babies making ‘look at how cute I am!’ noises. We rushed over mind-controlled.
“He’s going to be huge.” I said. Lawrence was so much bigger than his siblings. Rena was four inches taller than Shani, that put her eye to eye with Larry and an inch shorter than me. I rubbed her back as I tickled the kiddo and had him flailing and giggling. I almost melted.
“Welcome home.” She kissed me. “Sorry I couldn’t get down to see you get off the lift. This one is a fussy little monster. Yes you are!”
“I don’t blame him for trying to monopolize your time.” I grinned. She squeezed me around the guts.
“What did Doc Vanessa say?”
“Eat well, exercise, don’t overdose on Sisyphos.”
“Yeah, well, you’d have to take six pills in a day to do that…” Rena laughed. I was beginning to feel the effects of the first. “Or, I guess a novice would. Perhaps you have a tolerance.”
“The most I did was five down below.” I said. “And most of the time that was because I had taken two right off the bat because I’m an idiot.”
“You’re just impatient,” She said. “It’s OK. You have other virtues.”
“And in case you don’t,” Ellie poked her head in. “That’s what we named your balls.”
“I love you crazy broads.” I grinned. The feeling of the risen dick was pushing me on. I looked at the bed. I grabbed Ellie’s hand. Rena looked at me and smiled.
“I’m only saying yes, because I wanna,” she mouthed the cuss word, “your brains out.”
“Do you mind if I take him out the balcony?” Mel asked. “I wanna spend some time with my man.”
“Go on,” I bid her leave. I hadn’t neglected her during our trip below. She hurried out. Ellie shed her dress, it wasn’t covering much up anyways and it was worn to give access to her tits. I appreciated that a bunch.
Rena rocked the cribs and turned them so the sunshades faced the bed. I dragged my ladies across the room. We hardly got started.
I had called a threesome tag-team sex before. I had never meant it to suggest one jumps in the other jumps out. The women rushed off and rushed back to trade places. I kissed and squeezed and loved each of them for a minute and a half at a time. There were lots of “Shhh”’s and “We can go slows.” I held back the rush of cancelling out being told what to do. I almost dragged Rena back as she scrambled out from below me. Luckily, Ellie rolled me over and climbed up before I could force a mom from our kid.
I was warm and achy and happy over the staggered hour of fucking. I took the girls one by one to the shower.
“I’m so glad YOU came back,” Ellie said as I washed her shoulders and back. “I was so afraid our boy’d be raised by a heartless billionaire.”
“He’s still in there. In me,” I warned her.
“Yeah, but you weren’t.” She told me. She spun around and kissed me as warmly and sweetly as anyone had. “That’s what I needed. Mel was wrong.”
At least Mel went after what she wanted. I kept the face of the man Ellie wanted. I squeezed her to my chest. “C’mon, out you go. I’m sure Rena doesn’t want to stay filthy much longer.”
“You’d be surprised how filthy you get comfortable with.” She laughed.
“No, you’ve set the standard for filthy along time ago.” I teased her and she giggled as I chased her out to the big fluffy robe waiting for her. She tagged in Rena and I was back in the shower.
“I still see the worst in you,” She told me as I soaked her with the showerhead. “It didn’t work did it?”
“Worked well enough for Ellie,” I said defensively. I was tearing at myself for being so weak. I had a point.
“And for me.” She said. “Or for anyone. You get to decide that.”
“I don’t want to make that decision for anyone.” I decided.
“Good, that’s all you need to do to be the good guy I used to get after for not being ambitious enough.” She laughed. “God, that was a hundred lifetimes ago.”
“Do you miss it?”
“I miss being gay,” She laughed. “I’m happy with you, as a mom, with who you made me. I just know that I’m not who I was supposed to be anymore. I’m still kind of disgusted how happy mom and dad are that I’m not ‘going through a phase’ anymore.”
I didn’t feel guilty. I didn’t let myself feel proud.
“What would you have done differently had you had never lost control?” She asked me. She held my face.
“A little bit of everything.” I frowned. “Damn, everything would’ve been different with Shani, Larry, Dad, and Mom.”
“Ha!” She nodded. “I get that. Did Larry tell you what he’s doing for Fuck Island?”
“He did.” I saw the question unasked on her lips. “I’m going to let him. He’s going to make something of his talents too.”
“You sure? It’s your Fuck Island after all.”
“It’s our Family’s.” I countered.
She studied my eyes and scrutinized me for a few minutes. She nodded. “Go find Olivia. I trust her to make the final judgment.”
“What?” I asked. I could push her or I could listen to her. I met her eyes and I broke away immediately. I would go find Olivia. I wanted to.
I was wearing fresh clothes when I left. There was an ocean breeze when I stepped out. It was too damned warm but it was rolling into four PM by the time the new hire on the other end of the tablet located Garth and Olivia down on the waterfront. I hurried down to the beach to see them. Shani was nowhere. Dad had his granddaughter by his wife in his arm. Larry had five girls lined up. Dakota was back at work and manning the barbecue.
Anh, one of the two Asian girls I had discovered in bed with Larry that first morning was laughing and blowing on a burger too hot off the grill. The redhead in glasses, Bethany, my perky little hairdresser, was pouring lemonade from a pitcher. Elaine, the Snow White and waitress from Chez Shan-Marie when Olivia had me blacked out, sat on Larry’s lap. Rudy, the nurse I had used hours ago was flirting with my Dad and fighting off good natured hugs. And last there was My Valkyrie, kneeling down between my brother’s thighs and bobbing her head. I twitched.
Who? I had asked him. I was being a dick.
I rushed over. It’s just Charlotte. She was pretty and warm and I wasn’t going to love her alongside Rena and Shani. My Valkyrie. My stomach was filled with butterflies.
“Brian!” Larry waved Charlotte out from between his legs. “How’s Rena? How’s the best named baby on the island?”
“Lawrence is fine.” I said more curtly than I wanted to. I should’ve slapped myself. “Are these the girls you were thinking of?”
“Oh! You got to tell him!” Dad grinned and unloaded his granddaughter into Rudy’s arms. “Yeah, look at these beauties. Every one of them loving and brilliant. I think you’re going to be proud of him.”
“I—” I smiled, it came on like I was putting on a shirt. “Of course. I didn’t know you were done shopping.”
“I don’t think we’re ever going to stop shopping.” He laughed. “But, dude man, I’m turning 37 in a matter of weeks. I kinda think I wanna get started on the whole shebang.”
“And these are all of them?”
“Yeah, I saw you doing so well with six.” I looked over Dakota as she handed me a burger. “It felt like a good number.”
Charlotte, My Valkyrie, took my brother’s arm. My. Valkyrie. My. She’s just Charlotte. That was a nickname you gave her because you were getting overwhelmed with all of the new faces and names that had dumped on your lap. She’s not special. She’s going to make Larry happy. That’s the best kind of special she could be.
“I never thought I’d get to be part of your family!” She was filled with genuine joy.
“Larr—” I quashed down the feelings and let the Machiavelli out. “I’m happy for you.”
“Good,” Olivia’s hand touched my arm and she smiled up at me. “We were all worried.”
“Worried for what?” I asked down at her. The look on her face sank.
“No, you gotta really support him.” She shook her head.
“I’m doing the best I can,” I said.
“No,” Dad realized. “C’mon, tell your brother the truth.”
“I want you to be happy, to have the family you want, to share in Fuck Island.” I admitted.
“What’s the problem?” Larry asked the ’rents. “We already knew it would never be all gone inside him.”
“And I was OK with that.” Olivia sighed, “So long as that sweet boy stayed out. Don’t wall the best of yourself off inside.”
“Yeah,” Charlotte said, “The King needs to have Fun too.”
“I guess,” I looked at my brother. Snow White, Rudy, and Anh. They were just here. Good for him. I wanted the best for him. Bethany, I remember that first time with her in the shower of her salon. Dakota, I took her from the beach after that first connection with Dad. My Valkyrie. I took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eyes. It would only take a second.
“Idiot.” Olivia huffed. She slapped me to break the connection.
My jaw shook and my cheek flared. I drove my gaze down Olivia’s. I pushed until all of the hurt, fear, and anger was gone. All I saw in her eyes was love.
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