Chapter 17: A Family Feast
The morning light poured through the floor-to-ceiling skylights like liquid gold, catching the last wisps of steam rising from the griddle where Mike stood in nothing but his boxer shorts. His hair was still damp from the shared shower—the one that had devolved into something far more interesting than simple hygiene—and he hummed tunelessly as he flipped a pancake with practiced ease.
He hadn't heard them come in.
That was the thing about Mandy and Beth—they had their mother's knack for moving through spaces like they belonged there, like they'd always been part of the architecture. Mandy had probably let herself in through the back door, her key silent in the lock, her phone already set to charge on the counter. Beth would have kicked off her sandals with the same casual grace she applied to everything, leaving them in a messy pile by the mat.
So when Mike felt arms wrap around him from behind, soft and warm and familiar, he didn't startle. He just smiled and turned his head to catch Casey's lips against his cheek.
"You're overdressed, honey."
Her voice was a low purr against his ear, and before he could respond, her fingers were hooking into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down his hips. The fabric pooled at his ankles. His half-hard cock sprang free, already twitching at the feel of her bare skin pressed against his back.
"The pancakes are going to burn," he managed, his voice cracking slightly as her hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing once, twice.
"Let them," Casey murmured. "I'm hungry for something else."
She pushed him backward until his calves hit the kitchen chair she'd positioned there—he hadn't even noticed her moving it, too caught up in the sensation of her palm stroking him to full hardness. He sat down heavily, the wooden seat cool against his bare ass, and then she was straddling him, her thighs parting wide as she guided the head of his cock to her slick, waiting entrance.
He looked up at her, at the silver streaks in her dark hair, the flush spreading across her chest, the knowing smile on her lips. She was forty-eight and beautiful in a way that made his chest ache, and she was looking at him like he was the only man in the world.
She sank down.
The sound she made—low, satisfied, like coming home—sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. She was so wet, so warm, and she took him inch by inch until she was seated fully, her thighs pressing against his hips, her cunt gripping him like a fist.
"Fuck," he breathed.
"Not yet," she said, and she began to ride him.
She moved with a rhythm born of twenty years of practice, twenty years of knowing exactly how he liked it. Her hips rolled forward, grinding against him, and her hands came up to cup her own breasts, offering them to him. He leaned forward to take one in his mouth just as the kitchen door swung fully open and the women descended.
Calista came in first, her silver hair still damp from the shower they'd all shared, her pale skin glowing in the morning light. She was naked, gloriously so, and she moved with that ethereal grace that made even the simple act of walking look like a dance. Behind her came Katrina, her haunted grey eyes wide as she took in the scene, her dancer's body tense with arousal and something else—something that might have been disbelief.
And then came Mandy and Beth, as naked as Casey, Calista, and Katrina.
Mike's eyes went wide.
"Bug?" His voice cracked ride up an octave. "Lizzy? What are you—when did you—"
"Miami's too far away for breakfast," Mandy said with a smirk, her shaggy brown hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. "Calista texted us last night. Said there was going to be a family gathering." Her eyes dropped to where her mother was impaled on her father's cock, and her smirk widened. "Looks like we got here just in time."
Beth was clearly excited, her short blonde hair a tousled mess. "God, Mom, you couldn't wait until we got here?" She was grinning as she crossed the kitchen.
Casey laughed, her hips never faltering. "You know your father. He's impatient."
"I am not—" Mike started, but whatever protest he might have made was cut off when Katrina knelt down beside his chair. Her grey eyes were dark with desire as she ducked her head between his spread thighs, her mouth finding his balls.
He groaned, his head falling back.
"Oh my God," he gasped, as her tongue lapped at the sensitive skin behind his sac. She sucked one testicle into her mouth, rolling it gently, and his hips bucked involuntarily.
Mandy circled around to stand beside her mother, her hands coming up to cup Casey's breasts. She squeezed them, thumbing over her nipples, and Casey moaned, her rhythm stuttering for just a moment before she found it again.
"God, Mom, you're so wet," Mandy murmured, her fingers sliding down Casey's stomach to find her clit. She circled it lazily, pressing just hard enough to make her mother gasp. "Is this all for Dad?"
"Some of it," Casey admitted, her voice breathless. "Katrina and Calista helped."
Beth had moved to stand behind Mandy, her hands sliding up her sister's back. She kissed Mandy's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, and Mandy shivered.
"Don't you dare leave me out of this," Beth whispered against Mandy's ear. "I've been thinking about you the whole flight."
Katrina pulled her mouth away from Mike's balls just long enough to say, "She was so tight when I ate her out upstairs. Couldn't stop moaning your name, Mandy."
Mandy's eyes darkened. "Is that right?"
Calista had positioned herself beside Mike, her hand sliding down her own body to find her slick folds. She was watching the scene unfold with a hungry look, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders.
Mike reached out, his hand finding Calista's wet pussy without hesitation. She gasped as his fingers parted her folds, sliding inside her—she was already soaking, her inner walls clenching around him.
"Someone's eager," he said, his voice rough. His thumb found her clit and circled it, pressing hard. "Did you plan this, Cal? Texting your sisters, setting up a little morning entertainment?"
Calista's laugh was a breathless, broken thing. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, even as she ground her cunt against his hand. "I just thought everyone could use a nice breakfast."
Beth snorted. "What she means is she wanted to show off." She pulled Mandy's shirt up and over her head, revealing her bare breasts—full and heavy, her nipples already hard. "She wanted to prove she's still her favorite sister."
"The fuck it is," Mandy said, but she wasn't arguing. She arched into Beth's touch as her littlest sister's mouth found her nipple, sucking hard.
Casey was still riding Mike, her hips moving faster now, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. The sound of their bodies meeting was wet and obscene, and the scent of sex was beginning to fill the kitchen.
"Fuck," Casey gasped, her fingers digging into Mike's shoulders. "Fuck, I'm close."
Katrina pulled her mouth away from Mike's balls and looked up at Casey, her fist wrapped around the base of his cock as it pistoned in and out of the older woman's cunt. "Come on, Casey," she said, her voice hoarse. "Come on his cock. I want to taste it."
The words pushed Casey over the edge. She cried out, her body arching, her cunt clamping down on Mike's shaft in a series of convulsive pulses. He groaned as he felt her climax ripple around him, her juices dripping down his balls and onto the chair.
He didn't let her rest.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off his cock, and deposited her on the kitchen table. The spread of syrups and fruits scattered around them, a jar of honey toppling over and spilling golden liquid across the wood. Casey laughed breathlessly, her silver-streaked hair fanning out beneath her as she lay back among the chaos.
"Now who's impatient?" she teased.
Mike didn't answer. He just dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs.
His tongue lapped at her slick folds, tasting himself mixed with her, and she moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. He ate her like a starving man, dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit, lapping up every drop of her come.
"That's it," Casey gasped, her fingers finding his hair and gripping tight. "Fuck, Mike, just like that."
Calista had followed him, positioning herself over Casey's face. She lowered her hips, her cunt pressing against Casey's open mouth, and Casey's tongue came out to meet her. They found a rhythm together—Mike eating Casey while Casey ate Calista, a chain of pleasure that connected them all.
Mandy and Beth had moved to the other end of the table, locked in their own private world. Mandy had pushed Beth's head down, guiding her sister's mouth to her waiting cunt.
"Suck me," Mandy commanded, her voice low and rough. "Show me how much you missed me."
Beth needed no further encouragement. She buried her face between Mandy's thighs, her hands gripping her sister's ass to pull her closer as her tongue lashed at Mandy's clit.
Mandy threw her head back, the sound of her moans filling the kitchen. "Yes—fuck, Beth, just like that."
The table had become a buffet of bodies. Limbs intertwined. Mouths finding flesh. The sticky sweetness of maple syrup and honey mixing with the salt of sweat and come.
Mike lifted his head from Casey's pussy, his chin glistening, and reached for Calista. He pulled her off of Casey's face, spinning her around so she was bent over the table, her ass in the air.
"Look at you," he breathed, running his hand down her spine. "So beautiful. So eager."
"Don't tease me," Calista said, her voice tight with need. "Fuck me. Please, Dad. I need you so badly."
He didn't make her wait. He positioned himself behind her, his cock slick with her juices and his own excitement, and slammed into her in one stroke.
Calista screamed.
Her silver hair fanned out across the pancakes, sending sticky batter flying, and she clawed at the wood beneath her as he pounded into her from behind. Her cunt clenched around him, impossibly tight and wet, and the sound of their bodies slapping together was obscene.
"Yes—fuck, yes!" she cried. "Harder! Please, don't stop!"
She was still grinding her pussy back into him. He complied, his hands gripping her hips so hard he knew he'd leave bruises, and she came with a desperate sob, her body trembling as she pulsed around him between thrusts.
Casey had crawled off the table, making her way to where Katrina still knelt by the chair. She pulled the younger woman into an embrace, her mouth crashing against Katrina's.
Katrina tasted herself on Casey's tongue—her own mixed juices and something deeper, muskier. She whimpered into the kiss.
"Welcome to the family," Calista gasped out between her own orgasms, watching them.
Mandy was now riding Beth's face with abandon, her head thrown back, her mouth open as she screamed her pleasure. Beth's hands were locked on her sister's thighs, holding her steady.
"Come on my tongue," Beth said against her, her words vibrating through Mandy's flesh. "Let me taste you."
The climax hit Mandy like a freight train. Her body convulsed, her cunt gushing against her sister's mouth, and she collapsed forward, barely catching herself on the table.
"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice broken. "You're too good at that, Lizzy."
On the table, Mike was still buried in Calista, his rhythm growing desperate as he chased his own release. Calista was a mess beneath him, her entire body trembling with the force of her orgasms.
"Come inside me," she gasped. "Fill me up, Dad. Please, I need to feel you come."
The words were his undoing. He groaned her name, his hips slamming forward one final time as he emptied himself deep inside her, his hot seed flooding her cunt.
Katrina watched, her hand still working between her thighs, her mouth moving against Casey's. She was on the edge, teetering, and she needed—
Casey broke the kiss, looking down at her. "Let go," she said, her voice a low, husky command. "Come for us, Katrina. Let us see you."
The words shattered her. She cried out—a sound that had been trapped inside her for thirty years—and came hard, her juices streaming over her fingers, her body shaking with the violence of her release.
For a moment, there was only breathing. The ragged gasps of six people coming down from the heights of pleasure, tangled together on a table covered in syrup and scattered fruit.
Then Mandy let out a laugh that was equal parts exhausted and delighted.
"Well," she said, pushing her hair out of her face. "This is going to be a fuck-day then, right? Or a research-day, 'cause I did bring some data from the Miami team for you to look at, Dad. Either way, I'm fine with it."
Beth snorted from her spot pressed against Mandy's side. "You're such a hedonist."
"Takes one to know one, Shutterfly."
Everyone looked at Casey.
She was lying among the ruins of breakfast, her skin slick with sweat and sex and syrup, and her mouth was curved in a smile that held all the wisdom of twenty years with this strange and tangled family.
"Mandy." She turned to look at Katrina, who was still kneeling on the floor, catching her breath. "That will depend entirely on what our new house-guest wants."
Katrina's grey eyes flickered across the tableau before her—the sticky mess of bodies on the table, the glistening skin, the satisfied smiles. She could feel the weight of their attention, six pairs of eyes watching her with a patience that felt both predatory and welcoming.
She could feel the weight of their attention, six pairs of eyes watching her with a patience that felt both predatory and welcoming. Her skin prickled with the sensation of being seen, truly seen, for the first time in thirty years.
The sticky sweetness of spilled syrup clung to the air, mixing with the musk of sex. Calista had shifted off the table, her silver hair a tangled mess, and was now sitting beside Katrina, close enough that their bare shoulders brushed.
"So," Katrina managed, her voice raw from crying out, "is this the entire family?"
Casey laughed, still sprawled among the breakfast ruins. "God, no." She propped herself up on her elbows, her silver-streaked hair falling across her face. "You haven't met Rick yet. Mike and I's oldest. He's still in Miami with Stacy."
"Rick owns a bakery there," Mike added, settling onto the chair with a contented sigh. His softening cock was glistening, slick with a mixture of his own come and Calista's juices. "A second location. The first one's here in Chicago."
Katrina's brow furrowed. "Stacy?"
"Was our friend first," Casey said, her smile turning wistful. "Then time travel happened, and Rick met a younger version of her. Now they're together—her in her mid-forties, him at twenty-six." She shrugged. "It works for them."
Mandy had pulled herself upright, her legs still trembling. She ran her fingers through her messy hair, her perpetual smirk firmly in place. "You should see them together. They're disgustingly cute. Always touching, always whispering." She rolled her eyes. "Makes me want to puke. Or join in. Depending on the day."
"Mandy has her own arrangement," Beth said, her voice muffled against her sister's thigh. "She's not exactly the settling-down type."
"Got that right." Mandy's smirk widened. "I've got Ben—sweet, athletic Ben with a cock that makes me see stars. And then there's Jess." She winked at Katrina. "Agent Kay to the Golden Wands. She's been reassigned to Miami, and let me tell you, that woman knows exactly what to do with those handcuffs she carries."
Beth finally lifted her head. "I have a boyfriend, too. Marty." Her face softened at his name. "He got trapped in a timeless void like you did. But he grew up there—never knew any other life until the O'Connors pulled him out."
Katrina felt a chill run down her spine. "He was trapped?"
"Different circumstances," Mandy said gently. "He's fine now. Living in Shiv's Miami Beach house with Beth, actually. Learning how the world works."
"He's never seen a microwave," Beth added with a fond laugh. "Thinks skyscrapers are some kind of magic. But he's learning."
Katrina looked down at her own hands, still slick with release. Twenty-four hours ago she'd just been a guest, then after a single session of "nude therapy" with Dr. Nash, she was now getting physical itches she didn't know she had scratched. Now she was naked on a kitchen floor surrounded by a family who had welcomed her into their orgy like she'd always belonged.
"Mike helped with that documentary," she heard herself say. "About the environmental impact. He was the only survivor."
Mike's eyes found hers across the room. "I don't know if I'd call it surviving. I was just... there. In the right place at the right time." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "Or the wrong one, depending on how you look at it."
"You have a connection to the rift," Katrina pressed. "Somehow. That's how I found you. That's how you pulled me out of that—that void."
"We can talk about that later," Casey interrupted, sitting up fully. "Right now, we've got more pressing matters." She gestured at her own sticky, glistening body. "I need another shower."
Beth grinned. "I'll join you."
They all watched as Casey rose from the table, dripping syrup and honey and come. She walked past Mike, pausing just long enough to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding against his. Then she held out her hand to Beth, who took it without hesitation.
"Don't have too much fun without us," Beth called over her shoulder as they disappeared through the kitchen door into the hallway.
The silence stretched for a moment. Katrina looked at Mike, at Mandy, at Calista. Four of them now, in various states of undress and arousal.
Mandy was watching Mike with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
Katrina looked at Calista. The half-elf was watching her with those luminous, knowing eyes.
"How many of them have you fucked?" The question slipped out before Katrina could stop it, part of her shocked at her own boldness.
Calista laughed, low and musical. "You don't want to know the answer to that yet. Trust me." She leaned in close, her lips brushing Katrina's ear. "But I can tell you this—the Williamson family has a lot of love to give. All kinds of love."
Mandy had already made her move. She crossed the kitchen with purpose, her naked body still flushed from earlier. She dropped to her knees in front of Mike's chair, her hands sliding up his thighs.
"Dad," she said, her voice low and playful. "You fucked Calista. You should fuck me too."
Mike blinked, looking at his daughter, then at Calista, then at Katrina. "Bug—"
"What? You're not going to tell me I'm too young or some shit like that." She wrapped her fingers around his half-hard cock, stroking it slowly. "I've had plenty of experience. Just today, in fact, with my girlfriend Jessica."
"That's not—"
"You're overthinking it, Dad." Mandy lowered her head, her mouth closing around the head of his cock. "What you did with my sisters," she murmured around him, "you can do with me."
Mike looked at Calista. The half-elf just shrugged, her silver hair shimmering as she tilted her head in amusement.
"You started this," she said simply.
He looked down at Mandy, her big eyes looking up at him as her pink lips wrapped around his shaft. Her tongue was warm, insistent, lapping at him with a skill that spoke of practice. She swallowed him deeper, inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing until she was taking his full length into her throat.
"Fuck," Mike breathed. "How are you—"
"Practice," Mandy said, pulling off just long enough to speak. Then she sank down again, her hands gripping his thighs as she worked his cock with an expert rhythm.
Katrina was feeling her heart race, her mind on the question that had been burning in her throat. She crawled over to where Calista was watching the scene with undisguised hunger, her hand wrapping around Calista's waist.
"Will I actually get to fuck all of them?" she asked, her voice steady despite the whirlwind in her head. "Is that actually something that could happen?"
Calista turned to look at her, and her luminous eyes were warm. "Probably," she said, smiling as she traced a line of sticky syrup off her mother Casey's abandoned plate. She looked over at her father, his head thrown back as Mandy swallowed him whole, then turned back to Katrina and popped her syrup-coated finger into her mouth.
"A fucking family," Katrina murmured, half-laughing. "I fell into a family of fucking each other."
"It's not just the sex," Calista said softly. "It's the way we hold on to each other afterward. The loyalty. The way we'd die for each other." She pressed her forehead against Katrina's, her breath warm. "It's that my grandmother replaced Mom in this version of the timeline I exist in. The only mother I know—she's actually my biological granddaughter. But it doesn't matter. What matters is the love."
Katrina's head was spinning. Her mother. Elizabeth. She still didn't know what had happened to her mother after she'd finished that book on the Bentley Ridge Incident.
"I have to find out," she breathed, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "What happened to her."
"And you will," Calista promised. "But first..." Her hand slid down, tracing Katrina's stomach, lower. "First, let yourself feel something that isn't pain."
Mandy had Mike fully hard again. She pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at her father. Then she climbed into his lap, positioning herself over his cock.
"If you fucked Calista," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "you should fuck me too."
Mike looked uncertain—but he was already lifting her, positioning her over his lap. Set me down and I'll finish it.
Mandy slid onto his cock with one smooth motion, her head tilting back as a low moan escaped her throat. "Oh my God—Dad—"
Casey and Beth reappeared, fresh and dripping from their shower, and their eyes went straight to the sight before them. Casey's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she leaned against the doorframe and watched her husband take their daughter.
"Mandy, don't break him down here," Casey said, but her voice was fond.
Mandy only laughed, her hips grinding as she rode Mike faster, harder. "I'm just getting started."
Katrina watched, utterly transfixed, as she felt her body responding once more. Calista was warm against her side. Beth was moving toward them, her fingers finding Katrina's inner thigh.
Come with us, she heard somebody say. The words weren't a question—they were an invitation, and Katrina was no longer sure whether she was choosing to accept or simply being absorbed by the current.
She looked at Casey, who was watching her with a knowing smile—that same smile she'd given Katrina when she'd put the leftover lasagna in the oven the night before.
Welcome to the Williamson family.