Mike & Karen Ch. 16

She smirked. "And last I checked, you were mostly a Jewish agnostic, so you're not exactly living for Yahweh, either."

"Pretty sure Him seeing us with our tits and cunts squashed together like this would clue the Big Guy in as to what I've been up to," Lisa muttered, still convinced she was bonkers for dumping this woman -- if she ever had been Lisa's to dump. "You're sure you're not mad at me?"

"Well, I'm done telling you I'm not, so it's up to you to convince yourself at this point," Karen said simply. "So, now that you're released from my tyrannical sapphic clutches, what does the future hold for Lisa Ruthelyn Heyman?"

Lisa snickered and rolled her eyes. "'Tyrannical sapphic clutches' ... here I was worried I was holding you back by being all clingy. But now that you mention it, I ... well, I'll just say it, I guess. Are we done, as, y'know ... lovers?"

"Is that what you want?" Karen asked.

"Oh, no no no," Lisa said rather hastily, shaking her head. "Nooooo, we're still roomies, and if you're okay with casual sex, so am I. I mean, I have no idea how long it's gonna take me to find a girl I'm interested in being steady with, so if it doesn't sound selfish, d'you think we could still ... y'know?"

Karen smirked. "I had other lovers while we were 'together,' as you put it," Karen answered, shrugging. "And I do very much enjoy our sex. So as far as I'm concerned, nothing has changed. We're roomies, dear friends, and lovers of the casual variety. I am at your carnal disposal, Red. Good enough?"

"I think we're onto something, princess," Lisa giggled again, leaning back now to support herself on her hands, and looking at Karen with lust building in her eyes. "So to celebrate our old new understanding, how about another round or six or girl-fucking?"

"That's the best idea you've had since you broke up with me," Karen purred, leaning back on her hands and then starting to squirm and grind her pussy against Lisa's, the slippery, wet sounds driving them both wild.

They didn't care if anyone in the hallway heard them moaning in passion and cumming together. Several times.

***

An old Victorian house in Kleinburg, the present ...

Mike sighed as he rinsed the last of the bodywash off his titan frame. He wasn't used to using this shower, or this bathroom, finding them decidedly cramped. But the en suite master bath was currently being assessed for remodeling, and there was no water flowing at the moment. Therefore, he would make do in here.

He'd decided to get clean and ready well ahead of time, since he and Alex were heading over to the Blackwell Manor to check on wiring and connectivity before the move began. There were updates everyone was keen to see happen, and he was looking forward to being able to connect with the university servers directly from home.

He stepped out of the shower and began drying himself off and came out of the bathroom. He still had at least two hours before anyone else would get home and --

He was greeted by the sight of a naked Alexa, hanging upside down from the doorway of her old room, an excited look on her face, one that contorted into confusion as she recognized him. Her long, golden-blonde hair caressed the carpeted floor.

They stared at one another for some seconds, both seemingly bemused and at a loss for words. Even upside down, her brother-in-law looked as terrifying as ever, and it didn't help that he was completely naked, his whole, massive body on display.

Mike raised an eyebrow, not at all certain why his sister-in-law was hanging upside down like some voluptuous bat from her door. Her massive breasts almost hung down in her face, except she was keeping her arms folded across her chest so that she could see. He noted that she kept her pussy completely shaved, as opposed to her older sister, his wife, who had that one thin strip of coppery hair just above her mound. Aside from that, though, their bodies were very similar.

"You're not Alex ..." she said finally, her tone flat. "You were supposed to be Alex."

"And Alex was supposed to be a Nova, so he's let us both down now," Mike replied, still staring at her. "Do I even want to know?"

"I thought Alex was the first one home, so I ditched class to sneak back," she said, still hanging there, but her face going slightly red as gravity took over. "I heard the shower, thought you were him, and decided to surprise him like this and then we'd have hot sex. Imagine my disappointment."

"If it's all the same to you, I'll pass," Mike said. "Sorry to dash your mistimed hopes."

Another few moments of awkward silence passed before Alexa spoke again. "Could you at least help me down?"

"Nooooope," Mike said, turning and walking away toward the master bedroom. "I have complete faith in your ability to extricate yourself from this self-inflicted folly."

Alexa huffed and scowled, folding her arms tighter across her chest as she heard the door close. "Well that's just great," she grumbled, scowling at the wall. "Guess chivalry's dead after all ..."

She was getting rather dizzy, though.

Some minutes later, Karen came up the stairs, remembering that her husband was the first one home, and perhaps she could get some alone time with him before --

She paused at the top of the stairs, staring at the weird sight in front of her, that being her younger sister hanging upside down from her bedroom door, completely naked and her face turning pink from the blood rushing into it. Her arms were folded over her chest and she seemed miffed.

"Do I even want to know?" Karen asked finally.

"Your big, dumb husband wasn't Alex. And he left me hanging like this, he wouldn't even help me down," Alexa grumbled. "Can you believe that?"

Karen sighed and walked over, taking a moment to appreciate her younger sister's lovely body, and how very similar it was to her own. "I don't know whether to be impressed with him for resisting such an open buffet or annoyed with him for leaving my baby sister hanging upside down until her head explodes."

"I vote for the latter," Alexa grunted as Karen knelt in front of her and then braced her by her rib cage. Alexa put her hands on the floor and then straightened her legs, letting go of the top of the sturdy bedroom door. Standing on her hands while her older sister braced her, she split her legs out and then tilted to one side, rolling slowly to her feet as Karen held her steady. Alexa sighed as she became right-side up, feeling suddenly dizzy. Karen eased her down to a sitting position on the floor, straddling her legs and massaging her face, neck and shoulders for some seconds to help her adjust.

"Silly," the older sister said, stroking Alexa's cheek and holding her naked body close. "And count yourself lucky. Michael probably would have helped you down by just flipping your feet off the door so that you landed on your impulsive head. Don't worry, Alex should be home in about two hours."

"What'm I supposed to do until then?" Alexa almost complained, not daring to move yet. It still sounded like there was an old-style locomotive chugging in her head.

"Damned if I know," Karen replied, standing up and unbuttoning her blouse, her large breasts contained within a lacy, frilly bra now exposed. "But if the lord of the manor's home, I'm going to go and get laid."

And with that, Karen walked down the hallway, stripping off her blouse and twirling it around on her finger before tossing it aside carelessly. She was already shimmying out of her skirt by the time she reached the master bedroom.

At least she had the decency to close the door, Alexa thought to herself darkly, left to her own devices once again.

Some twenty minutes had passed before Alex trotted up the stairs, stopping to stare as he beheld his aunt-wife sitting on the hallway floor, propped up against her bedroom door, buck naked. She had a decidedly unimpressed look on her face.

"You owe me," she said in a voice that brooked no dissent to her statement.

"Do I even wanna know?" Alex sighed as he finally finished ascending the stairs and heading toward Alexa.

***

Innis College, 1987 ...

Mike stretched out and sighed, lying naked on his futon while someone exited his room, closing the door behind them. He wasn't ever really one to turn down spontaneous sex, especially during weeks when his workload was heavy, and he needed all the relaxation he could get. The head of the Theoretical Physics department, Professor Osborne, had made it abundantly clear to Mike that grades had to be up right across the board in the department if they were to secure vital funding from Dean Marks and the university.

Mike frowned as he stared at the ceiling. While it was true that Theoretical Physics was the golden child of the Sciences faculty, few other departments appreciated how hard it had to work to keep that status, not to mention make the entire Sciences department look good on the national and international stage. True, other departments had to work just as hard, and were every bit as important in their own way, but quantum physics was what held the public's imagination and scrutiny. Ergo, results counted, not vague unprovable theories.

Then again, Osborne had been rather grouchy since not being promoted to dean the previous fall. The position had stayed with the tediously efficient (and rather excitable) Graham Marks, who had held it for some years. Professors Osborne and Dudley had been the other two contenders, aside from the incumbent, for the Dean's position, and both had lost because only Marks had not asked for a raise.

While he might have considered Mike some sort of proletarian colossus, Osborne could not dispute the benefits and utility that the herculean student brought to the table. Even though he was only a second-year, his understanding of quantum mechanics, especially Calabi-Yau and other manifolds, was nothing short of frightening. He was light-years ahead of even the most senior students, and even the professors were often scratching their heads at his suppositions.

Still, by sheer force of will and personality, he kept the Theoretical Physics department moving forward, allowing Osborne to see to other, crucial administrative matters. Mike's laser-beam focus kept the other students on task, simply because they had to try to keep up. One would think that with someone like Mike spearheading the department's practical initiatives, the funding and extra lab time would be a given.

But recently Mathematical Physics had been rearing its inexorable and calculating head. And Mike didn't need to guess who was responsible for that phenomenon. Karen Gordon was a second-year, like himself, but also possessed of a brilliant and clinical intellect, with quantitative analysis skills that even he was hard-pressed to match. He'd never seen anyone faster at math, even inordinately complex equations. It was almost inhuman to watch.

They were the driving forces behind their disciplines, and it had brought them into something of a rivalry, although neither liked to admit it. They shared the realms of Applied and Experimental Physics, making sure that his theories were sound, and that her calculations were correct. Great strides had been made in the past academic year, most of the credit for which sat squarely on their young shoulders.

He stretched again, feeling more relaxed than he had for some days now. True, Janet could be a vigorous partner, and she was no slouch at sex, but he felt no particular emotional attachment to her, outside of considering her a friend. Maybe even a good one. She could be counted on (usually) to lend a hand in mundane issues, especially if he bribed her with sex. She also came with the benefit of usually dragging along Lisa Heyman and Mona Bresciani, who were both good workers, even if the former was rather skittish. The fact that the three of them were usually attached to Gordon (especially Lisa), had not really become problematic as yet, although time would tell. For now, he had department funding to secure.

He sat up and looked around his room, admitting that it was indeed different from any other student's dorm accommodations. His sheer size meant he'd been given a room to himself, which was highly irregular for a first- or second-year student. Janet commented regularly on the fact that his room was spartan, and yet so cluttered.

He couldn't deny it -- his room contained nothing except his futon, which he rolled up and put away when it wasn't being used, his big desk and sturdy chair, a battered old radio, and endless boxes and piles of books. His only décor was some framed photographs of his family, some plastic models he'd built, and a battered electric guitar hanging on the wall. Mike was normally very fastidious, but there was just not enough space for everything he needed, even though he had the room to himself. So boxes and stacks of books were his décor.

He stood up and rubbed his face, noting that his shoulders were quite a bit more relaxed than they had been earlier. He had to give Janet credit; she did good work. All he needed to do now was shower, and then he could return to the task at hand. Theoretical needed that funding, and he had several projects on the go. Other students were helping with crunching the numbers, but Osborne was counting on him to have everything in order when it was time for submission, to impress the dean.

And given Marks' disdain for Mike, that was a tall order.

Scientific progress awaited.

***

The Bridle Path, the present ...

Most of the huge Edwardian manor remained tarped and under endless linen covers, as it had since the patriarch Jonathon Blackwell died almost two years earlier. But in one room, there were signs of life this night, and the flashing of a video game console and various mutterings were to be heard. The sitting room furnishings were still mostly tarped over, but a single large and ornate chesterfield was uncovered, as was an impressively large flat-panel TV. Sitting on the chesterfield, Mike and Alex were working the game console controllers furiously as their characters attempted to brutalize each other on-screen.

"Still don't know why you wouldn't get a screen this good for us back home," Alex mentioned as his character executed a series of absurd whirlwind kicks that Mike's character was obligated to block, lest he lose at least half his health bar.

"What would you have to look forward to once we moved here if I'd done that?" Mike reasoned, now counterattacking with a mind-boggling combination of his own.

"Gee, I dunno," his son replied, shrugging. "The fact that there's a two-hundred-inch version of this screen in the big media room?"

"Which is to be used sparingly," Mike chided, stopping his son's attack once again and initiating his own. "Not only for ethical energy consumption considerations, but remember the alarming amount of detail that it shows? Didn't you learn anything from watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy on that thing?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," Alex said sourly. "What I learned is that Christopher Lee's face was never meant to be seen up close in that kind of resolution."

"Now you're getting it," Mike agreed, launching another flurry of lightning attacks and knocking Alex's character flying. "Ooh, right in the labonza!"

"Really weird, y'know -- for someone who's built like Zangief, you sure spend a lot of time playing the speedsters in these games," muttered his son, recovering somehow and getting back into the game.

"What can I say, I like to play against type," Mike replied, shrugging. A couple more combos, and he finished off the match, narrowly beating his son. Alex sighed and leaned back into the couch, letting the replay count wind down. "Well, I mean, I brought other games, but have we really checked the connections around the place as thoroughly as we need to? How long are we gonna be here?"

"Overnight, I imagine," answered his father, putting down his controller. "Once it was established that you and I would be at least a few hours checking the place out, your mother and Alli got it in their head that they should host a girls' night sleepover, possibly the last one they'll get to have in the old house."

"A sleepover?" Alex queried, making a wry face.

"Yup," his dad confirmed, looking at his watch. "Should be well under way by now, in fact."

"Who would they invite?" wondered the younger man. "Freja, Jeanie ..."

"I think there was mention of Heather," Mike added.

"And I can already see where this is going ..." Alex muttered. "Mrs. Stevenson?"

"No, they're in Vancouver this weekend," Mike said, shaking his head. "I didn't hear of anyone else."

"Well, that's five," Alex reasoned. "And I somehow doubt mom'd let Freja and Jeanie anywhere near your bed, which means ... damn ..."

Alex pulled out his phone and fiddled with the settings for several seconds, and the TV in front of them responded accordingly, accepting instructions. In under a minute, the screen winked on, and a rather unusual scene came into view. Karen, Alexa, Freja, Jeanie and Heather could all be seen, lounging about in minuscule lingerie, in a darkened room.

"Yyyyyyup," Alex sighed, staring at the screen. "Basement sleepover. Only place big and comfy enough for this sorta thing with your room off-limits."

"You have webcams set up in your bedroom?" Mike asked, giving his son a curious look.

"Alexa and I like to make movies, so I have, like, eight of them set up down there in various locations," Alex replied, demonstrating by cycling through the cameras. The first camera, which seemed to have been somewhere above Alex and Alexa's bed, was showing the five girls sitting on the large mattress, drinking girly drinks, laughing and chatting.

Freja was lying on her stomach, wearing a tiny tank top and thong panties, while Jeanie sat beside her, wearing a pink see-through nightie that did little to conceal her body. One of her hands was casually caressing Freja's muscular butt while she laughed and replied to something Heather had said.

Alex fiddled with his phone again and increased the volume, so that they could hear what was being said.

"-- and so then Springsteen says to Madonna, 'Who could fuck in this weather?'" Jeanie said, eliciting gales of laughter from the younger girls, while even Karen put her fingers over her mouth and snickered. Alex's mother was wearing sheer black lingerie, almost completely transparent except for where solid black lace concealed various private areas and teased the onlooker.

Sitting cross-legged next to her sister, Alexa was wearing blue thong panties and a matching bra, the straps of which deserved an award for holding her large chest up. Her long blonde hair was done up in a sloppy ponytail. The only other thing she was wearing was her little yellow plastic Ring-Pop.

Heather rounded out the group, and she was wearing a tight Care Bears T-shirt and white bikini briefs. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and completely at ease within the group. As strange as Alex found the whole scene, at least there was that.

The radio on the dresser changed tunes, and now a hip-hop song came on. Alexa giggled in delight and scrambled off the bed, entertaining everyone for several seconds by wiggling about before she turned away from them and began twerking. The other girls all laughed and catcalled, with Freja reaching out and smacking her best friend's ass, causing Alexa to squeak, giggle and mince away, holding her cheeks.

The girls all began cajoling Karen into trying it, and after several moments of protest, she allowed her younger sister to pull her to her feet. She held up a staying finger while she deftly undid the secret seams that held the sheer black material in place over her midriff and she tossed it aside, leaving her now clad in only a lacy bra and tiny thong.