Breaking Free Pt. 02

Writer's Note: This is the second and final part of this story. I have had it waiting for my adviser but she appears to be gone. So, read on, and yes this is the end of the story. Enjoy.

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The sun streams through the huge windows of the chalet overlooking Buffels Bay and we are gathered around the table drinking coffee and catching up on family stories and just generally enjoying the temporarily reunited family.

"Cape Town Chatter: 22 March Last night saw another of Paul Bezuidenhout's Pop Up Pizza Palace experiences happen in Upper Kloof St. The swinging set was there en masse and partied, scoffed Paul's fabulous Neapolitan Pizzas and drank Beaumont wines out of the usual paper cups. It was a great evening especially as the Cape Doctor was not doing house calls. The Cape Doctor if you don't know is the summer wind that tears roofs off houses, trees out of the ground and the pleasure out of being outside. If you missed the pop up, it's because you haven't subscribed to this blog. Subscribe and don't miss out next time. Oh, and just as a postscript, rumour has it that Paul scored as usual with one of his patrons. Paul of course denies it, but your reporter noticed him following a rumpled and flushed beauty who had just emerged from from a dark corner."

Francis, my elder sister waves her smart phone around after reading this nonsense. She apparently keeps in touch with her "roots" from Nederland, a tiny town Colorado by following this moronic local blogger. Mind you Francis did get us into the pop up last night by being a "strong Patreon supporter" of the blogger. Admittedly it was quite an experience, though one I am reluctant to repeat too soon. Dave, eldest and best brother who now lives in Aussie shakes his head.

"The altitude or the cold is getting to you Frannie. Sapping your wits and forcing you to read society bloggers for intellectual stimulation."

Francis just glares at him but there is no malice in the comment due to Francis' acknowledged brilliance in botany.

"Did anyone notice the "rumpled and flushed beauty" emerging from the rumoured "dark corner" last night?" asks Chris the brother born right before me. He is a digital nomad and lives in a beach cottage near a village with an unpronounceable name somewhere on an island in the Pacific.

"I didn't, but then we had our backs to the action." Alice responds and Jake nods emphatically.

"Nothing from our side, no dark corners."

My brothers and sisters are gathered in town to attend our mother's memorial service. Ma died quietly, peacefully and unexpectedly ten days ago. A mercy in my opinion saving her from a descent into dementia which was terrifying her.

We gathered to mark her passing and, if truth be told to reconnect hence the secluded chalet in a beautiful setting.

"Jem, I think I speak for all us foreigners when I say, thank you for your care of our mother. it cannot have been easy and you seem to have done it at the same time as holding down a full time job." Dave playing at being pater familias which he did when I was still growing up and Pa had left us.

"Yes. Well done!" Francis reaches across the table and squeezing my hand. "It couldn't have been easy, especially packing up our family home. And thank you to Alice and Jake who seem to have helped out a lot."

"Yeah, thanks to you three, but I have a question." Chris looking belligerent. "What did she think of the polyamory arrangement you seem to have going."

"It happened after she went into frail care and I didn't think telling her would be helpful." And I brace myself for a nasty comment from Chris who has always had problems with me arriving 10 years after him and stealing his limelight plus, according to him triggering Ma's obsession with religion and chastity.

"Nice timing! Hide your decadent behaviour away from Ma till she is out of the way."

"Oh, for fuck sake Chris. Grow up. Jem can do as she likes. You ran away and lived in a squat in London as soon as you could. Bet you you didn't tell her that. Or your diversion into LSD and other recreational drugs. Jem here, stayed the course and, what is more looked after her when she needed it." Dave snarls at Chris.

Chris subsides under glares from Francis and Dave.

"Sorry Alice and Jake. An old family wound that need not be inspected in public. Go on Jem." Francis smiles benignly and sits back.

"Chris is to some extent right about me being triggered by Ma's obsession and it is linked to our" I gesture at Jake and Alice "relationship. I think maybe I need to tell you the whole story as a single unit. So lets start with me having had Ma's obsession fed to me over almost my entire life. Jake here was badly affected and said so. Forcibly. It nearly destroyed our marriage. He gave me an ultimatum, fix or we are finished. So with the help of a shrink and Alice's support I sorted out my brain. But it was something I found out about Ma that that really set the wheels in motion. Remember Ma's books? She had a secret stash of erotica. I found them when packing the books. And they were definitely hers. You remember how she annotated books? they were all annotated. The annotations indicated that Ma had a fairly active sex life. Pa gets mentioned in the annotations as taking part, then two other people appear. Mary, whom I assume is Mary Smith who was always around even after Ma became religious."

"What about Mary?" Francis leaning forward. "You know she was a lesbian don't you?"

"No, I didn't but the annotations mentioning Mary are always linked to lesbian images and descriptions so I had to assume the link."

Chris is sunk in his chair looking desperate. "You making this up!"

I fetch the Shunga book and show him some of the images with "Mary" annotations. He looks horrified and passes the book to Francis and Dave.

"Now, the big question is, who is Jimmy?"

Silence. Dave shifts around a bit, looks at Francis, then at me.

"Jimmy? Dad had a friend called Jimmy. Jimmy Howard. He was around quite a bit before Pa scarpered."

"And a bit afterwards too." Francis chimes in "And I suppose he is in the annotations?"

"Yes. In a different book. Fanny Hill. In a section that deals with Fanny cheating on her lover. In that section the name Michael, whom I am assuming is Pa and Jimmy are linked."

"Shit! Why do you think you are involved?" Chris starting to think logically. "If Ma and Jimmy had an affair, how are you linked in?" He thinks for a while. "If Pa had a vasectomy after I arrived... "

"Fuck. I remember him going for the op and what a bad mood it put him in." Dave looking at me hard. "The laatlammetjie! Ten years after Chris here. You were not supposed to happen."

I burst into tears. Francis takes me in her arms. "You are still our sister."

"Half sister!"

"Oh, for fuck sake Chris, just for once in your life behave with compassion. Do you have any idea what this discovery must have cost Jem here. And the courage it took for her to tell us?" Francis glares at Chris who gets up and walks out onto the beach.

Dave looks at Alice and Jake, "And you two have walked beside her all the way? I had my doubts about you both when I realised what your relationship with Jem was, but right now I cannot say more than thank you and welcome to our family."

Dave gets up and follows Chris out onto the beach. The moment he is gone Francis starts to giggle.

"I am sorry I read that thing about the "rumpled and flushed beauty" and when I saw the united front you three put up I realised that I had seen Jem get up and go to the loos and then come back looking "rumpled and flushed", closely followed by the Paul."

"Caught!" says Alice looking at me with a grin. "I told you she had seen that incident. Just hadn't put two and two together. You see Francis, Jem here has always had one other fantasy to fulfil. The zipless fuck."

"What? That Erica Jong thing where you get to fuck someone with no strings attached and preferably no names?"

"Yes. Exactly. And now she has got to behave." Jake smiling at me gently.

"Even if it is badly." Alice murmurs.

"Oh, boy! Now I am completely in awe of you all."

We are sitting quietly drinking coffee when Dave and Chris reappear. Dave stares directly at Chris who mumbles an apology to me and then hurries off to bed.

It is way after midnight when I awake, not sure what has disturbed me. I lie quietly listening to the irregular sound of the surf so close by. I am just beginning to drift off when I hear a soft voice murmuring. I listen hard and realise I am hearing Francis. Francis sounding like she is masturbating.

"Oh. Oh! Ah!"

Definitely masturbating. Damn these walls are thin. I reach out to wake Alice so she too can listen but she isn't there. Only Jake.

There is Francis' voice again.

"Oh. Fuck! Don't stop. Ah, ah, ah!"

Is Alice there with Francis? I sneak out of bed, grab an empty glass and press it against the wall and listen at the base of the glass.

I hear Francis more clearly, then Alice's throaty voice.

"So, sexy. Now you must beg!"

She's done that to me often enough for it to be recognisable.

"Please! Please! Don't tease! Ah, fuck!"

I can hear Francis thrashing on the bed and Alice's soft murmurs as she licks Francis' pussy. A couple more grunts and moans and then silence descends. Then, "Jesus, that was good. My turn now."

The decision to listen in more is interrupted by Jake's hand curving around my pussy and then sliding into my arse

"Come back to bed. I want your arse now. Leave the girls to play together."

I try not to make too much noise but it is so difficult with Jake.

When we wake in the morning, Alice is back with us. Nothing is mentioned about early morning activities, but Alice sees the glass left on the shelf by the wall. She looks at me, raises one eyebrow.

"Did you enjoy our show?"

I just smile. At breakfast, Francis is glowing and trying really hard not to drool over Alice.

The week with my family flies past too fast and soon they are scattered to the four winds again and I am back at work. My week seems a bit empty now that I do not have to visit my Ma every second or third day and I miss her quite badly, but Jake and Alice are a comfort for me.

Three months after Ma died I get a phone call from a lawyer. Mr Frederick James.

"Mrs Jemima Summers? Nee Jacobs?"

"Yes, That is me."

"Your mother is Margaret Jacobs?"

"Was. She is now dead."

"My sympathies Mrs Summers."

"Thank you."

"I need to see you on legal business as soon as possible. Will this afternoon be possible?"

We meet at a coffee shop outside my office and he requests a swab from my mouth to do a paternity check. He won't tell me why, but having had to come to terms with the fact that I was probably born out of wedlock, as a result of adultery I was interested to know what the result would be. I provided him with Dave's details so a similar, comparative paternity test could be done. And then I forgot about it in the storm of the next few weeks.

The storm took the shape of Alice's company closing their local branch. She was given the choice of relocating to Durban, 1600 km away or being paid off. She had been with the company for years and was reluctant to throw out her service which suggested relocating but as she said, her heart was firmly located with us in Cape Town. The problem was that a fast review of her job options in Cape Town revealed a sad lack of opportunities for her. We were stuck because Jake and I really didn't want to lose her, she was an integral part of our life but she needed to earn a living. We did suggest that she become the chatelaine of our home but the suggestion was to put it mildly not well received.

"So you want me to be a housekeeper? Because chatelaine is just a fancy name for a fucking house keeper! Fuck off! I am not going to be a kept woman! Why not just call me a whore and hire me out to passing trade?"

It took some time and the intervention of Alice's friend Sara, the therapist who had helped me previously to settle that little dust storm. We invited Sara over for dinner one Friday evening to help try to resolve the issue. Her intervention nearly brought our entire polyamory relationship to an end. You see I had never told Jake about the really pivotal event in my journey from repression to freedom. Sara just assumed that I had told Jake about my exhibition at The Ranch so she innocently said

"Maybe Alice should do what the stripper at The Ranch suggested to Jem."

Jake's eyes latch onto me.

"What stripper? What suggestion? You never told me about strippers and The Ranch!"

Sara looked aghast, Alice amused and me? I wanted to hide under the chair I was sitting on.

"Cummon! Fess up. What is this all about?"

"Well you see" I begin at which point Alice interrupts.

"I led her into temptation."

"Actually we both did." Sara chiming in. "I did something highly unprofessional and it could have gotten me barred from the profession."

She looks at me "Leave the explanation, or at least the introduction to me."

I am so terrified that I just nod.

"Jem had this "decadent, disgusting fantasy" that had haunted her all of her adult life but she repressed it because of her mother's training. Finding her Mother's books showed her the hypocrisy of her mother's teaching and called into question all her assumptions including her attitude to her fantasy. She told me and I told her it never had to be played out in reality. But you gave her six months to resolve her issues and the six months were nearly over, so Alice and I conspired against her. Alice got her to The Ranch and we got to the stripper before the show and told him what we wanted, which was to live out her fantasy that night."

"So the "zipless fuck" the other night was just a repeat of her fantasy?" Jake looking confused.

"No. That was Ma's fantasy. mine was far more," I pause, looking for a word. "Was far more decadent. And I played it out in real life, on stage and in front of an audience."

"What the fuck did you do?"

"You asked where I learnt to suck cock. I learnt on stage. In front of a hundred people."

"I get the feeling this is not all you learnt up there. Spill the story."

Jake looking less tense now, but still not happy.

"I let him fuck me, visibly on stage. Afterwards he said to me we could make a fortune together. I ignored that because all I wanted then and all I want now is you."

"And after that you went home to a solitary, celibate bed? All fired up like I have seen you at times. Unstoppable. I don't believe it."

Jake sounding more amused than anything else.

"No. She didn't." says Alice. "I took advantage of her that night. She was completely out of control. She even used my strap on on me. It was a wonderful night. I had had a crush on her before that but the next morning I was madly in love. And sad because I knew she loved you so much and I didn't stand a chance." Alice looks at Jake. "And then you accepted me and the world was bright again and I was included. Please don't divorce her, I will leave town if that will save your marriage."

Jake wraps an arm around both of us, kisses Alice and says, "Nope, you stay right where you are." He looks at me.

"Now you have to give me a blow by blow description of the event."

"You can see it if you want." Sara says and I look at her aghast.

"You recorded it? The whole thing?"

"No. I didn't record it. The club did. They had this whole studio tucked away next to the lighting box. I found out and threatened to sue if they didn't give me the original and delete all copies. And they did. They didn't want to lose their license or piss off their customers. I got the whole studio removed too. Bastards! The gay contingent helped of course, they value their privacy and some of them are very high power lawyers. I am confident that I have the only copies."

She disconnects the TV completely from the internet and then starts the movie. No intro. Straight into the action. The stripper struts onto the stage and looks down into the crowd, its obvious to me now that he is looking for me but I save him the trouble by leaping up onto the stage with him. I tuck Alice's money into his g-string and then I am on my knees. The image zooms in and I battle to take very much of his cock in my mouth. He slowly forces more and more cock into my mouth and down my throat. He must have been wearing a mike because I can hear myself gagging as he thrusts. I grab his balls and then my pussy and rub furiously. He sprays cum all over my face, my top and my hair all of which sparkles in the spotlights leaving no doubt that he has sprayed a lot of cum over me.

The next image that sticks in my mind, is me, on my back, pussy wide open and the stripper sliding into me. I can see the pussy juices flowing, the way my hips are jerking and twitching, responding to the thrusts and his balls slapping against my arse, then next I am on my knees facing the crowd, I look of total victory, elation, joy, whatever on my face. The movie ends there. I realise that I have Jake's cock in my hand and I am pumping furiously. The moment the screen goes blank, I take his cock in my mouth, sucking, stroking and wanting him to take me back from that experience so long ago. And he does. Drags me down onto the carpet and fucks me hard right in front of Sara who is normally not included in such activities. I wrap my legs and arms around him and hold onto him, just in case he floats away, but he doesn't. Sara and Alice leave us alone in the main bedroom and from what I hear occasionally, they fuck each other for what seems like the rest of the night.

It was about six weeks after the movie showing, that the lawyer, Frederick James contacts me and sets up a meeting for "the reading of the will". What will I ask, but I get no definitive response.

Jake is with me this time and we are seated in a big office at a coffee table with a smart secretary serving coffee.

"Mr James will be with you now." she says.

When Mr James arrives he is accompanied by Mr Hendricks and after introductions are made, Mr Hendricks addresses me.

"We asked for you to submit to a paternity check just to be sure that we had the right person. It turns out you are the right person. You are the natural but undeclared daughter of one James Adriaan Howard. Your brother David is not a natural child of Mr Howard. Mr Howard died last year and we have spent sometime locating you and checking your credentials. You were a bit difficult to locate mainly because Mr Howard was embarrassed by the possibility that he had impregnated your mother during an extra marital affair. He was so careful that even his wife of forty years was unaware of the possibility. Mr Howard named you as replacement heir if his wife predeceased him which is what happened by a few days. Mr Howard was a speculator. A rather successful one and died a wealthy man. The value of the will is estimated to be slightly more than twenty million. And you, as his designated heir are the sole beneficiary. Congratulations. Please sign here."

We have paid off the house in town and bought another in Betty's Bay which is now the headquarters of our polyamory. Alice is the managing director of our nicely growing publishing business. We sell soft porn stories, poetry and images. We keep a lot of Shunga images in stock at cut throat prices because they have a history in our lives. Jake has not given up working, but he works from home. Me? I went off the pill six months ago and I now have the full time job of being a mother.