Bum's Rush Ch. 02

Lou jumped in, "We'll structure it so that your taxes on this will be a net-zero. In other words, we'll make sure your 'salary' is enough to cover the taxes as well."

"What do you think?" Niña asked.

I looked a Megan and she nodded.

"Do it," I said. "Also, we have most of the $100,000 left that Ridley gave us for moving expenses. Do you need that?"

Niña looked at Lou.

"We can give you the same rate we're paying the bank with no problem whatsoever. If you need more than that, we'll have to shuffle things around."

"It's sitting in a retirement account right now," I said.

"Aggressive? Semi-aggressive?" he asked.

"Semi-aggressive - sliding towards a safer spread every five years over the next 30."

He nodded, "Leave if there. Having looked at the property, I can almost guarantee you Niña's going to be printing money with this thing - but let's just leave that where it is."

"Okay," I said, wondering if I'd ever heard of an investment guy that didn't immediately grab all available cash to pull under his wing - realizing that this was probably the most honest group of people I'd ever done business with.

"Fuck, dude! We're gonna be kings," Johnny said, bouncing in his seat.

"Megan and I wouldn't even have a slice of this if it wasn't for your family. I feel like I'm cheating you, man."

"Dude, we can't make this happen without the capitol - this is making the dream possible. If you guys had time, I'd show you this place. Anthony's been doin' a some serious weaselin' to keep the other interested parties away 'til we got this lawsuit settled."

"How'd you get them to settle?" I asked.

Johnny looked at Anthony.

"We laid everything out in front of the executive board and assured them we'd own them if this went to court. They flipped on Ridley Sr. in a heartbeat. He drug his feet for a month, but they finally threatened to remove him from the company if he didn't sign. That was four days ago."

"So, what's going to happen with ass-rod?" Megan asked.

"Um .. well .. His body was discovered yesterday," Niña laughed.

"Oh!?" Megan asked enticingly.

Niña continued, "It was some kind of a freak accident where each of his testicles ended up in one of his pants pockets - and his tongue was dangling from a huge jagged gash across his throat."

"Columbian neck-tie?" I asked.

Niña nodded, "A homeless couple, climbing a fire escape to find a quiet place to fuck, found his bloodless corpse hanging by his ankles, five stories up. All of his blood had dripped into a dumpster on the street and had completely dried by the time the coroner arrived to decide the time of death."

"Which was?" I queried - already suspecting I knew the answer.

Johnny laughed and added, ".. about an hour after his dad finally signed the papers."

Megan took the bait, asking, "Where did this unfortunate accident take place?"

Niña smiled, "In the alley behind the company you used to work for."

Megan fist-bumped her.

"Thanks," she said.

"I have no clue what you're talking about," Niña said, grinning, "but I'll tell Vincent you were deeply moved by the passing of your former suitor."

"Deeply," Megan laughed. "A lot deeper than his trouser schnauzer would have reached - I could barely get the fucking thing in my mouth to blow his ass."

"Harsh," Niña giggled.

"Facts," Megan cackled. "The ONLY thing that fucker had going for him was his money."

Megan's face got serious and she turned to look directly at Niña.

"Give my condo to Vincent," Meg told her.

"Nah, we're good," Niña laughed.

"I'm serious. Mikey and I are living in a ten-by-ten thatch-covered hut on a tropical island. We won't even be able to handle one 5,000 square foot apartment - let alone two."

Niña looked over at me for confirmation and I said, "Seriously."

She shook her head, "He won't take it. He's got a company place."

Megan pressed on, "Give it to your mom then - as thanks for calling her cousin. I'm serious. We may not be back for years - it'll just be wasted. I'm tempted to tell you to rent Mikey's until we decide to come back."

Niña looked at Johnny and back at Megan, "You sure?"

"Positive."

Johnny flagged down a waiter and ordered a variety of dishes for the table.

Megan and I asked for water to drink - despite the family's insistence that we try the house wine.

Megan laughed and told Johnny, "We've been living on crocodile stew and roasted wild hog for months - you're gonna kill us if we change our diet too much."

While we waited for the food, Megan shared stories with Johnny's family - including the attempted kidnapping.

I passed my phone around with the pictures of the spear-riddled bodies.

Johnny said, "Legit, dude," and fist-bumped me.

When the food arrived, Megan & I tried a little of everything - along with the others - and it was all fabulous.

Two hours after we had arrived at the restaurant, I texted the Uber driver, assuming he'd given up on us, and he pulled up to where we were standing.

Almost an hour later, as he pulled up to mom & dad's house, I handed him a hundred-dollar bill.

I told him what time we needed to leave for our flight - the next day - and he assured me that he'd be back to get us.

Mom & dad, of course, turned the TV off and motioned for us to join them - wanting to know how Johnny was doing.

We limited the story to saying that he had been telling us about his new job - and that we'd gotten busy visiting with him & his sister over lunch.

Mom handed us our mail - that had been accumulating the last few months - and we found our termination notices.

Mom started freaking out that we were suddenly unemployed and we reminded her that we both had healthy bank accounts and were living in a Panamanian paradise with no taxes and no expenses.

During dinner, mom informed us that the two packages had been delivered. We left the mattresses in the boxes - to travel back south with us the next day.

After dinner - and more of mom's inquisitiveness - Megan & I went to my room and stretched out on the bed to catch up on phone messages, leaving the door standing open.

When mom stepped inside - to ask Megan what she was doing in my room, Megan responded with, "Mom, Mike and I have lived through a few near-death experiences over the last few months and we're not the kids we used to be - we're like tag-team fighters."

"I see, baby," she said, a little condescendingly.

"Mom," Meg said, coldly. "We didn't want to scare you with all of our stories but - honestly - we have a better chance of getting killed in a road-rage incident here - than we do of one of those giant snakes getting us."

".. or the crocodiles," I added, grinning.

".. or the kidnappers," Megan laughed.

"Blessed Mother!" Mom gasped.

I pulled up the pictures on my phone and handed the device to her.

"These are real people?!" Mom shrieked, "Dead?"

"They tried to kidnap me and Heather," Megan informed her. "One of the spears in that fucker with the pistol was thrown by your very pissed-off son."

"Christ Almighty!"

"Mom, there's like two murders a day in New York City - and a bunch more that aren't reported."

".. but baby!"

"It's beautiful there, mom. I have more friends than ever before - real friends - people who get teary-eyed when I do something special for them. I've never felt so alive. Mike & Paul just built Miriam and the girls an outdoor oven - to make it easier to bake the flatbread. Miriam is the chief's wife and you would think Mikey was her little boy, the way she coddles him."

Mom looked over at me. I shrugged and nodded, sheepishly.

"Last month, Paul & Mikey built an obstacle course for the kids to play on and they were bringing the two of them every shiny stone or shark's tooth or parrot feather they could find to thank the two of them. The kids liked that even more than the swing the guys built them a week before."

"Oh, Mikey," mom gushed. "That's sweet."

"They love him, mom. He's a fucking superhero. When we killed the kidnappers, the police gave the tribe their ship. Mikey sold it and has been using the money to buy things to make life in the village better. Do you know what he spends his time worrying about? About whether or not he's doing too much - and fucking up their simple, beautiful lives."

"Oh, Megan."

"Mikey & I found their village when the kidnappers were chasing us. Those people rescued us and accepted us like we were family. It's so incredible and I would take you and show you but the Panamanians have laws against people fucking with the island tribes. That's how we got the ship. We don't really belong there either but they act like we do. Miriam - the chief's wife - made me swear that we'd be back as soon as we came to see you. We love you & dad but it's crazy amazing there and I can't wait to get back and work my ass off every day to help my friends."

I looked over to see dad standing in the doorway, drying his eyes.

"Michael, promise me you'll watch out for your sister," mom said.

"Mom, Mikey threw a spear through that guy's chest because he was waving a gun around and trying to kidnap me & Heather. I'm safer there with Mike than anywhere else in this world."

"I know, baby. I just worry."

"I know, mom."

"Hey, mom," I asked.

"Yes, Mikey?"

"How stuck are you guys on this house?"

She looked at me curiously.

"We worked and saved to get this place. Why?"

"Johnny's sister is working on a real estate deal and we're part of it. It'll probably be a year before they get everything renovated but Megan & I will most likely end up with a huge condo that we'll own - taxes paid - and it'll just be sitting there, wasted. Think about it - and I'll let you know when things are finalizing - but - if you wouldn't mind living closer to the heart of the city - you could sell or rent this place and live in the condo for nothing. The way Johnny talked, I think the utilities will be included too - probably have a doorman and everything."

"Seriously, son? That's .. wow! Your father and I will have to talk it over."

"Give it a few months - just to be sure - but Johnny and Niña are pretty sure this is going to be huge."

"Johnny was always such a nice boy," mom sighed.

Mom turned and saw dad standing in the doorway.

"Okay. Well. Your father and I are heading to bed. I'll try to have breakfast ready before you catch your ride to the airport in the morning. Sleep well."

"Thanks, mom," I said, "I love you."

Turning to Megan, she said, "I love you both. I'm so pleased that you've found so much happiness - even if it's on the other side of the world."

"Mom," Megan laughed, "It's on THIS side of the world."

"Whatever," mom said, unconvinced, "Goodnight."

After mom & dad left, we gave them several minutes to get settled - and then we moved to Megan's room - across the hall. We hadn't fucked in her bed - yet - and - it was farther from our parents' room - so maybe they would be less likely to hear us.

I was shifting stuff around, getting settled, and found the "In Case of Emergency" note under Megan's pillow.

I tossed it, face-down on her headboard and looked up - to see my sister snap a picture of my naked ass lying in the middle of her disheveled bed, with my cock standing at attention, anxious for some spicy sibling sex.

Megan locked the door and stripped - climbing on top of me - facing my feet - sitting on her knees - guiding my aching cock into her greedy cunt.

For several long seconds, she was like a rodeo bronco-rider, bouncing up & down on my lap, as I held onto her hips, trying to make sure she stayed in the saddle.

Finally warmed up, she stopped - and shifted her legs in front of her - lying back against my chest.

I nibbled on her ear, groped her breasts, and fucked my cock in & out of her intoxicating pussy.

I rubbed and massaged her - from her clit to her chin - loving every part of her slender, sexy body - thankful that she had given into the seduction of the sex-sangria so many months ago - and had convinced me to do the same.

As she started her first orgasm, I grabbed her tiny tits in the palms of my hands and gripped them tightly - hanging on - hammering my cock in & out of her pussy - not allowing her to come down from her lusty climax.

When I thought she was finishing, I reached my right hand down and thrummed her clitoris - bouncing her right into a second orgasm - at which point her moans lit my fuse, my testes fired, and I started pumping her full of fuck-juice.

I caught some of the semen escaping from our joining, with my fingers, and quickly started rubbing it into her nubbin' like it was suntan lotion.

Before I could stop her, she tensed - and screamed.

We froze - my cock continuing to fire the last few globs of semen into my sister's over-stimulated pussy.

"Meg?" mom called from the door.

"Sorry, mom," Megan apologized.

"You okay, honey?"

"Yeah. Mike was .. tickling me .. and I couldn't breathe and I lost my balance and I fell off the bed."

"Okay, honey. You just startled me."

"Yeah. Sorry, mom."

"Mikey?"

"Yeah, mom?"

"Be nice to your sister."

"I will mom. Sorry."

"Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight, mom."

We waited until we heard their door close - and then waited a few more seconds.

"I should make you suck your cock-snot out of my pussy for that," Megan whispered.

"Was it good for you?" I giggled.

"I'm surprised there's not a puddle of my cum in the middle of my bed," she admitted.

She climbed off of me and felt the sheet.

"Oh, fuck, Mikey! It feels like one of us pissed the bed," she groaned.

"We're busted," I sighed.

"Yeah. There's no way we're hiding that. Throw it in the tub, she'll find it tomorrow. Throw it in the laundry, and she'll want to know why we were washing clothes. Leave it there, and she'll know we fucked each other on my bed."

"Pretty sure she already figured it out anyway."

"Probably."

"Wanna go again?" I asked, grinning.

"Honestly, Mikey, my poor clit is feeling a little battered. If you can fuck me again without touching my nubbin', then okay, but - honestly - I'm pretty wiped out - and we need to be up early."

I opened my arms to embrace my fluid-covered family member. She grabbed the covers, climbed on top of me, slid my cock back into its happy place, and buried us under the blankets. I killed the light.

Day 103

In the morning, Megan & I grabbed all of the linens from both of our beds - and drug them to the laundry room, to start the wash.

We were sure we were busted - but there was no reason to leave all of the clean-up for mom.

When I stripped my pillows, I moved the ICE note to my headboard.

Breakfast was a repeat of the previous day. We ate in relative silence - without any accusing looks from mom - or dad - who was sipping his coffee and reading the paper.

The only clue that mom knew about our incestuous joining was her comment - after we'd all exchanged hugs - and Meg and I were headed down the walk with our backpacks and the unopened mattresses.

"I'll throw the linens in the dryer and then get your rooms made up for your next visit. We might need to get one of those air-purifiers for your room, Meg. Be good to each other," she called.

"Thanks, mom," Meg called back, grinning sideways at me. "You're the best. We love you."

Our favorite driver dropped us off at the airport and I handed him another crisp hundred-dollar bill.

Before we left, he asked when we thought we'd be back in town and I said it could be a year or two.

He told me to keep his number, just in case.

I assured him that I would.

Seven hours later, we had picked up the archery items - and the cloth - and loaded two giant bags of flour into the trunk of the taxi.

We grabbed some tacos to eat on the way, transferred all of the cargo to the boat, and then I went to settle up with the office.

A little over an hour after that, we tied off the cargo-craft as Paul & Joshua arrived with the dinghy.

Dinner had just ended - but Heather had saved us back a little stew - and a half-loaf of bread that she had kept close enough to the fire for it to still be warm.

We dug into our food and Petal asked where her present was.

I groaned and admitted that I'd forgotten.

She announced that a sleepover at our house would be an acceptable compromise - which garnered laughter from the rest of the group.

Miriam came over to give Megan & I cheek kisses and hugs, before we left the central fire.

We stopped by Naomi's - well - Paul & Naomi's - to get the rag-doll - and I dropped to my knees and kissed her rounded belly - Petal's burgeoning sibling - goodnight - whispering that we were all looking forward to meeting him or her.

Naomi pulled me up for a peck on the lips before sending me home with my sister-wife and our little overnight guest.

At the hut, we tore open the boxes and laid the soft cot-sized mattresses side-by-side.

Glancing at the little cherub, I spun them a quarter-turn so that we'd be sleeping sideways across the crack. My and Megan's legs would hang off the end - but Petal wouldn't wake with the print of the seam down her body like a stripe.

As we laid down for the night, our little angel ooh'd & awe'd over how soft the bed was and I glanced at Megan, realizing I was going to have to figure out how to get at least one more of them delivered to Panama.

I told Petal a fairytale to put her to sleep and then kissed my lover goodnight, passing out almost immediately.