Mike & Karen Ch. 09

"She oughta look forty years older than she does, then," mused his son. "Full-time internationally respected physicist and university professor, raised my pain-in-the-ass ass up, and fought off the Blackwells. I dunno how she does it."

"She does it because she loves that family, even if most of them don't deserve it," Mike replied, staring at the far wall. "And I'm privileged enough to be her support and bulwark. I'm the luckiest SOB to ever come out of Kapuskasing."

"Yeah ..." Alex said somewhat absently, doing his own staring at the window of the sauna's door.

"What're you so lost in thought about?" Mike queried, smirking at his son.

"I guess I've spent just about all my time with Alexa now, since she arrived, with the exception of those three days it took us to find her again. Now she's gone for a week. I mean, I know she'll be fine and everything, but I'm still gonna be kinda lost without her, you know?"

"I don't blame you one bit," Mike agreed. "Am I right in assuming that Sodom and Gomorrah are under instructions from your wife to look after you in her absence?"

"Yeah," Alex chuckled, smiling. "And that'll no doubt keep me occupied, but I'll still miss her more than I can say."

"Well, that's the way it should be," Mike reasoned. "Alli'd be right to be insulted if you weren't pining away in some meaningful capacity, even if she's got her minions crawling all over you."

"That's fair," allowed the younger man. "Mom still keen on getting pregnant?"

"Absolutely," Mike answered, nodding. "She misses raising a child. It's very important to who she is, and she had to more or less hand you off to Alli."

"D'you miss it?"

"Raising a child?" Mike mused, looking at his son. "Your mother raised you, I trained you. And that's never going to stop happening. You've got big shoes to fill, Alex, and you're infinitely capable of it. But going it alone and without guidance is not something I will let happen. Without sounding imperious, do as I tell you, and you can't go wrong."

"I know, dad," Alex said, grinning. "Best head start on adulthood ever. Guess we'd best plan our free time this week out, eh?"

"Now that you mention it ..." Mike said, standing up and heading to the door.

***

"So, do you like it?" Alexa asked, twirling around in her little blue dress they'd bought down in Yorkville. It was a silly question, since she'd modelled it for him at least three times now, not including the initial time just before they bought it. It hugged her bust close, displaying magnificent cleavage, and then followed her curves sensuously until it tapered off at mid-thigh.

"You know I love it on you," Alex said readily, sitting on their bed and nodding in appreciation. "It helps that they adjusted it for you, because while you could make off-the-rack look amazing, this is made for you specifically, and it's light-years ahead of anything else."

Alexa beamed gratefully. She always took everything Alex said to heart, and it filled her with a bubbling glee. "D'you ... d'you think Kar will like it?"

Alex laughed and nodded: "Alexa, mom's got a better eye for high fashion than anyone I know of. She'll love it."

"I knowwwwwww, but she's gonna look so regal and elegant, because that's who she is," Alexa almost whined, looking slightly nervous. "How do I compete with that? Best I'm pulling off is bombshell sexpot."

"Who says you need to compete at all?" Alex reasoned, shrugging. "Maybe it's the perfect complement to however mom looks, right? You're gonna turn heads no matter where you go; who says you have to look the same?"

Alexa sighed and nodded, composing herself. "I know, and you're right. I just ..."

She came and sat down next to her husband and took his hand, smiling wanly. "I know you're not used to seeing me getting all self-conscious and stuff, but I really do where Kar and Mike are involved. I ..."

She paused and Alex turned in to face her and stroked her cheek. "Just say whatever, Alexa. You're not gonna be any less perfect to me when you're done."

She smiled and continued, appreciating his sentiment. "When mom left for Europe, Kar and Mike had both just turned about thirty, right?"

Alex nodded.

"Well, they were still absolutely in their physical primes at that point," she explained. "And while mom didn't have a lot of pictures and albums to show me, because we left with virtually nothing, the ones she did bring with her were like sacred texts to me. Here was this goddess, my sister, beautiful beyond words, and this enormous thunder god she was married to, like something out of a Marvel comic. For just over eighteen years, those were my only references about my sister."

Alex considered: "That would be intimidating, yeah."

"And mom showed me these pictures, and spent countless hours describing everything in detail, and I was so in awe of them. I ... worried I couldn't possibly measure up. I was so enchanted by her."

"Not dad?"

"Well, that's different," Alexa admitted. "He just flat-out intimidates me, mostly. But the way mom talked about him, and how desperately in love Kar and Mike were, I never really developed any attraction to him that way. It's weird, maybe, but that's the truth."

"But mom turned you on." Alex prodded, smirking.

His wife blushed: "I ... oh, damn you, yes," she muttered. "Yes, Kar totally turned me on, even though I worshipped her like a goddess. There were pics in the albums of her in her tiny bikinis at the beach, and - oh, Alex, you're such a dolt for not being turned on by her."

"Sorry!" he laughed but continued listening. This was important to her.

"And yeah, I admit, she was one of my masturbation fantasies," Alexa murmured, blushing. "Not in an incestuous way, really, but her body, Alex, it just made me so damn horny. Even when I was younger, I'd kneel on my bed, stick a pillow between my legs and ride it until I came like a leaky faucet while drooling over her bikini pics."

"Sounds reasonable when you say it that way," Alex reasoned. "I'm sure there's some sorta Freudian psycho-sublimated sexual thing in there, but I don't care. The photos made you horny. Go on."

"I never had any clue if I'd ever meet her; I mean, I was resigned to living away from my family I never knew," she said, looking at her hands. "So maybe I felt like it was a safe fantasy, y'know? Even Fre masturbated with me over her pics, although she also got herself off to photos of your dad, the perv."

"Moving right along ..." Alex said dryly, making her giggle.

"Well, I'm here now, and ... Mike still intimidates me, and Kar still turns me on, y'know? And I -"

"Alexa," he interrupted uncharacteristically, taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes. "Whatever happens, don't leave me for mom, okay?"

The absurdity of the statement made her pause, but the somewhat distant, misty look in her eyes cleared up and she smiled and giggled cutely.

"I think I can make that promise, big man," she cooed, leaning in close and running her fingers through his thick mane of blond hair, caressing his scalp. "You sure you're not gonna tell me what you have planned for our final night before Kar and I leave?"

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "Not tellin', but I know you'll like it. I don't suppose you've thought about what you wanna do today? You were supposed to choose something, since mom and dad made a point of being gone until late tonight."

She smiled at him slyly. "I ... have a little proposition in mind."

"Oh? Do tell."

"Well, you have that amazing camera, y'know, the one that takes incredible pictures and can also do video."

He nodded.

"This may sound a little funny at first, but ... I want you to spend the rest of the day doing a sort of private photo and video shoot of me, Alex."

Alex considered but tilted his head. "You are constantly taking pics of everything, us included. And it's hardly unusual for me to be taking photos of you, either. It's one of my favourite things, in fact."

Alexa blushed again: "Yes, but ... Alex, I want you to take very, very private photos and videos of me behaving incredibly badly for you."

He thought about what she was saying. "Like what?"

She had to struggle to find her voice, and she was blushing almost crimson. Clearly this was a big deal for her. "I want to get into the most exposed, vulnerable and compromising positions for you, and have you take pictures and videos of me in those raw moments, Alex. There's a thrill, and a terror, to exposing yourself that way, for someone you love."

"So, like, incredibly private videos that even Fre and Jeanie wouldn't see?" he asked.

She nodded readily, but was still blushing. "Me pulling my pussy wide for you, me fucking a bedpost for you. I need to be depraved and indecent for you, privately, and then know that you recorded it all, Alex. For me, as a woman, there's something to that concept that just ... it's baring my soul in a sense, I guess. I want it with you."

He smiled slyly: "You've done this before, haven't you?"

Alex looked at the floor, her cheeks scarlet.

"With Fre?"

The nod was almost imperceptible.

"Well, if you've done it once already, I'm gonna have to work hard to get even more out of you, aren't I?" he announced, nodding readily. "Okay, naughty wife, you've got a deal."

Alexa's eyes widened for a moment and then she nodded too, biting her lip. "All day?"

"Until the last possible moment before the kids get home," Alex laughed. "I'll make sure dad knows to message us when they're fifteen minutes out."

"Thank you, Alex," she sighed, trembling as she leaned in and hugged him close. "Because you'll never regret letting me do this ..."

***

1986: A shop in Yorkville ...

Karen sat in a comfortable chair, one leg crossed over the other, her elbow resting on her knee and her chin on her finger as she smirked at the scene unfolding in front of her. Some feet away, in the back of this small but prestigious haberdashery, two junior tailors were practically having to climb all over Michael DeBourne to take his measurements. One had been forced to head to the supply room at least twice now, to get a stepladder and longer tape measures, since none had fit around his massive chest. His absurdly large quadriceps were also proving challenging.

The huge student stood there in his boxers, with his arms held up and out to the sides. His fingertips almost touched the walls at each end of the small room. She hid her wonderment at how broad and chiseled his shoulders were. She may have looked like she was just slowly moving her knee as a matter of course, but the truth was that looking at his titan, muscular body was very stimulating, and she was controlling a growing wetness between her legs.

Lisa was getting absolutely raped tonight when Karen got back to their dorm room.

As the two men crawled around him like ants, Mike looked over at Karen, his expression one of bemusement.

"Should I be practicing enunciating my vowels while I'm standing here, your ladyship?" he asked sourly. "Ayyyye... Eeeeeeee... Iiiiiiiiii... the rine in Spine sties minely in the pline..."

"Oh, don't be such a curmudgeon," Karen replied, subtly pressing her knuckle into the soft spot behind her chin to help contain her arousal. "Would owning an exquisite suit really be so dreadful for you?"

"I don't even know how to reciprocate for this," he almost complained, looking down at himself, but seemingly not embarrassed by his state of undress. Karen had to admit, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. "Seriously, how would I?"

"Reciprocity is not required, good sir; we have been over this point," she iterated. "The fact that you're allowing me to indulge this urge I have is more than enough, assuredly. And you did promise to take me to the museum or for a drink, I might remind you."

Mike sighed, causing one of the tailors to mutter under his breath as the giant's rib cage expanded. "Do I even want to know how much this suit is likely to be?"

"No, probably not ..." one of the tailors interjected.

Mike shot him a look, but then returned his attention to the woman responsible for this. He looked at the floor again, because sometimes, looking at Karen Gordon could be painful. She was hauntingly beautiful, and he very often found himself staring at her dumbly. She was utterly flawless, from her shining bronze hair to her dainty-looking but surprisingly lithe and strong feet. He'd never seen such an attractive woman.

But what captured his interest most was her incredible intellect. He had never met anyone with her raw capacity for numbers, and her understanding of experimental physics matched his own. Her singular intelligence was matched by her myriad talents and interests. Cap this all off with the most forceful will he'd ever come across and Karen was truly devastating to behold.

And so he didn't look at her, for fear of staring crudely.

Karen, for her part, didn't dare look away. She was certain if she did, she would expose herself for being intimidated and in awe of this man. He was like an incredible force of nature, with a body equal to his unique and unmatched mind. Though she had the greater command of raw numbers and math, Mike DeBourne had an innate understanding of deep physics for which she felt she had only just scratched the surface. He spoke even more languages than she did, and he hadn't even had the benefit of proper language schooling. Like herself, he was a gifted musician and singer, and he had a decided flair for visual arts. And, of course, his body was an engine of destruction, which made her knees weak to think about.

So she stared down the storm, knowing that to look away was to show her fear, if one would call it that. She smiled at him serenely, knowing that he was looking at the floor so that she wouldn't see him staring at her.

What a luxury he had there.

The worker ants finally finished measuring and came down off the small platform he'd been standing on and approached Karen. She glanced at her watch: it was just after noon. It had taken them nearly an hour to properly measure the leviathan. The senior tailor spoke, wrapping up his little kit.

"Miss Gordon, we will consult with our supervisor to make sure, but we think that we can indeed accommodate you."

"Her?" Mike asked from behind the assembly, frowning. They ignored him.

"Excellent," she mused, nodding. "A three-piece would be best. And of course, he'll be needing the usual trimmings, such as shirts, ties and shoes. How much time will you need?"

The senior man considered: "It would be at least tomorrow before we could have it ready."

"Oh, no," Karen said, shaking her head. "But I need it today."

"You do?" Mike asked. Once again, no response.

The man drew a deep breath. "I suppose if your friend were to stay, allowing us to measure and alter as we go, we could, quite possibly, have it done in seven or eight hours."

"Eight hours?!" Mike exclaimed.

"And even that, I must admit, is something of an optimistic stretch, miss," the man admitted. "It is a wondrous challenge, but the staffing is small today, and I doubt we have the manpower to devote properly to your project, even if he does stay."

Karen considered and gave a small shrug. "I'll pay double the price, then, to account for your dialectical efforts. Do we have an agreement?"

The man smiled and nodded. "I will still have to consult, of course, but I am fairly certain that this is more than acceptable, Miss Gordon. Your family is always infinitely fair with us, and a pleasure to work with."

"Wonder what that's like ..." Mike grumbled.

"So then," Karen announced, standing up and holding her little clutch in front of herself. "My friend here will allow himself to be measured and refitted as needed, and you're guaranteeing my desired results by eight this evening, oui?"

The man nodded.

"Good, then we will discuss your bill at that time," she mused. "Until then, I'd best be off."

"Wait, what?!" Mike exclaimed rather loudly, his eyes going wide. "I'm stuck here with Ig and Ook and you're going out again?"

"Well, I would hardly be any good to anyone here, would I?" Karen reasoned. "These men are certainly more experienced tailors than my own self, after all. I thought I would do some personal shopping, and then maybe go see the new dinosaur specimen at the museum. I do rather like dinosaurs, after all."

Mike said nothing, but simply stared at her, trying to keep the murder out of his expression.

Karen smiled charmingly. "Well, gents, I leave my Galatea in your capable hands. I must be off, and I wish you godspeed. Ta!"

And with a wave, she swished out of the shop. There was near silence for several seconds following her departure, the only sound to be heard that of Mike's jaw grinding.

The two men now turned and looked up at their charge, seemingly rather intimidated without Karen Gordon's reassuring presence.

"If you two even think of fixing me with a top hat and a cane, I will eat your entire shop," Mike growled.

***

Alexa was blushing hard and trying to control her breathing as she knelt forward on the bed with her face against the pillow and her exquisite ass in the air. Lying on the bed in her original bedroom, she had reached under herself and was using her fingers to pull her inner pussylips wide, exposing herself completely to the camera her husband was working. She pressed her face into the pillow and bit her lip as she squeaked, trying to control her embarrassment.

Some people might think such feelings were ridiculous at this point, not only because it was her husband she was doing this for, but also because she seemed pretty uninhibited and downright shameless on occasion. There was a lewdness to this that brought a deep and dark thrill, a vulnerability she couldn't explain even to herself.

She was almost panting now as she pulled her pussy apart farther, the opening becoming a black hole inside her. She felt Alex moving in closer.

"I'm shining the light on my camera right inside you, getting a great view!" he stated.

"Nnnnnnn!" Alexa moaned in exquisite embarrassment, her body feeling so hot she thought she'd catch fire. Her skin was a deep pink, and she was covered in sweat. Her fingers now had trouble holding onto her slippery pussylips. "Alex!" she almost whined.

Alex might have stopped, once he heard her tone, but he remembered that she was to make herself as vulnerable as possible no matter her embarrassment or shame, so he kept on, knowing that if he stayed firm, she would keep going. This was a gift to him, after all. He moved the camera closer still, until the lens was almost pressed to her nether regions. Her bubblegum-pink insides glistened wetly, and seemed to throb and contract involuntarily.

He slowly moved around her, panning up her incredible body, noticing how it shone with sweat. He heard her panting almost uncontrollably as he arrived at her face. Her eyes were glazed over, the skin flushed red. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip again as he began filming her expression, willing herself somehow to not look away.

"Finger yourself ..." he instructed.

"Hnnnn ... nnnnn ..." she mewled while plunging three fingers inside herself desperately, hoping for anything that might distract her from the crimson heat of her discomfiture. Her body trembled as she pleasured herself, rippling her fingers in her tight channel.

"Now bring them up and suck on them."

Alexa trembled as she pulled the fingers from inside her pussy and slowly drew her hand up to her mouth, her tongue coming out to slither around them before she almost sobbed and pushed them into her waiting mouth, sucking on them and moaning shamelessly at the taste of herself.