THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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"What on earth have you brought home Wayne?!" my mother asked frantically, seeing a frail dirty boy on the brink of death with his arms wrapped around my neck.
"I suppose it's a gift for you," I responded, quite cleverly.
"Wayne, that boy is sick and he belongs to someone else. Just because you're Lord of this territory doesn't mean you can just take whatever you want whenever you want!"
I knelt to the ground and gently placed Joshua there. I then shot my mother a look I'd never given her in my entire life.
"What do you want of me?" I asked her.
Her face started to stiffen. It seems she wasn't ready to answer such a simple question, so before she could open her mouth I held up a finger.
"Whatever you're planning on saying next is a lie. I'm not a puppet raised from common noble sensibilities anymore. My house has fallen from grace, my people are plagued in the streets, and instead of hiding behind the walls of my fancy house waiting for an opportunity to arrive to elevate myself back to how it was, I'm doing my own thing and going out on my own to figure out what I can fix now.
"I won't wait for luck to come my way. Fortune only favors those willing to go against the grains of order, something you can't understand. You've lived your entire life following the rules, so forgive me if I've seen how useless those rules are unless you're the one who made them."
"You're not as smart as you think you are Wayne." Mother seethed, failing to mask the frustration in her voice. "You're going to hurt yourself. You're going to hurt your sisters. You're going to hurt me!"
"I want to believe you have my best interests at heart but you clearly don't. You only have your own interests at heart."
"How dare you."
"This is Joshua. I found him just in time, and before you ask, no. He doesn't have any parents… even if he did, they've left him for dead."
"Don't change the subject. You're being reckless as of late!"
"He needs fed. See to it that he is."
I then left Joshua in the room with my mother without taking so much as a bow. My mother started yelling after me and I ignored her going straight to my room. My room wasn't just my room anymore. There were papers strewn about, bottles of ink lined on the desk, books stacked here and there and imported mana stones of various shapes and sizes. The air was thick with the smell of burning coal, sweat from morning exercises, ink drying on fresh paper, and the nightwind that drifted in from an open window.
Looking out the window I could see a garden below on the back end of the manor. My room didn't face the front like my father's, it looked behind, just like I looked behind into the past to guide me into a new uncertain future.
Time to review the current situation. No Seiji yet. No Maka, Molly or Letty either. Kate isn't doing anything unusual, the manor's servants are now fully under my control. I have a new arts teacher in William Jastice. The Fermillion Militia is currently aimless. The streets of Mackdale look like shit, which means the other settlements probably aren't much better. The roads… the roads are a fucking mess. Emma's become more evasive lately and has been receiving a lot of correspondence. I'm not going to pry into those letters yet.
And then there's my mother. Elphie Fermillion the widow of Minker Fermillion, and an increasing pain in my ass. She's opposed to almost everything I do and can't defend her arguments for anything. She seems to think being my mother grants her some leverage over me, but the more she tries to enforce it, the more annoyingly vain it becomes.
Mother is vexing me. She didn't do that before and if she keeps this up then it's going to be hard to defend my mind against the onslaught of perverse thoughts about her. She's a voluptuous woman with a body that would make any man hard, and that would make any man want to fuck her. I'm not at that point. Not yet, but the idea of having her at my mercy does awaken something inside me I'm not yet ready to face.
I know what that woman wants out of me. She wants me to maintain the status quo, fund her lavish life and make things easy for her daughters to marry and do the same. She didn't expect me to suddenly take charge, rather… she raised me specifically so that I wouldn't. She doesn't want to see me in despair… but she doesn't want to see me rise confidently above her either. The dynamic she's maintained for so long is finally starting to break and it's making her panic. I did something I wasn't supposed to and now she's showing me a side of herself I wasn't supposed to see.
Once again, I'm starting to see the pieces that led to my ruin. Mother isn't a bad person, especially for noble standards. But she's not really a good person either. She doesn't care about the people in her territory, she only cares about herself… rather she might not care about herself as much as she cares about the rest of her family.
Those who take care of their own aren't innately evil, but they aren't good either. They fall into a niche area of people who are good in some people's eyes, and bad in other people's eyes. It's a form of selective virtue that's pretty easy to commit to and looks good to someone not looking to judge.
I used to think those kinds of people, people who take care of their own as pretty good people, but as I got older and met more and more people from different walks of life and who had various statuses, I started to see the flaws in a person who lives that kind of life.
They can accidentally be cruel to people who need help and will often choose to ignore anyone who isn't their own. They take advantage of the people willing to serve them and abandon them when they need a real leader to take charge of issues they don't have the knowledge to solve. We're nobles, not backwater village chiefs who have maybe ten books to look to.
We have libraries of knowledge, and we're educated in everything from etiquette to business to resource management. We're trained on how to make deals, how to establish connections, how to invest, how to cultivate, and how to build armies.
When you factor in just how many resources and tools we have as nobles, when we choose to become people who only take care of our own, we become evil, not because the act of taking care of our own is evil, but because it takes little effort compared to the rest of what we know how to deal with. We nobles of all people, can afford to do more than just take care of our own.
I crawled onto the floor then sat crossed legged. I then closed my eyes and began to focus. This technique was taught to me by Maka and has been the most effective thing I've found for clearing my mind and determining what to do next, where to go next, and how to do it. Sybil was also fond of this technique, but Seiji didn't need it. He always had a clear head and always knew what to do next.
Me? I have to go into this position at least twice a day, sometimes up to twelve times a day. Even now, half the decisions I make are just fucking guesses, the other half is intuition. Maybe ten percent of the choices I make are actually informed, like training my body. Taking control of the staff was an intuition thing, and saving Joshua was just a fucking whim.
Mother better take care of him. If I wake up tomorrow and he hasn't been taken care of… no… she'll take care of him. I got up and then got out of my clothes and into my nightwear. A soft button down shirt and soft loose trousers. I was only wearing the shirt because it was cold. Once it's warmer I'll be leaving that off.
The next day came, and my intuition was telling me something was off. I got up, got dressed and went to the drawing room where I had left Joshua with my Mother. There he was laying on the sofa with no so much as a blanket, not so much as a speck of dirt removed from him. Mother left him here. She probably didn't even feed him.
As I approached him he looked peaceful, like this was a heavenly place and not some random crude drawing room meant as a social room to converse with guests. He probably never even had a bed before let alone knew what a warm room in the winter felt like. There was a small fire going in the room's fireplace, but I didn't know who kept that going for him. Whichever of the staff did that needed a raise.
"Joshua. Wake up. It's morning." I said shaking him. He opened his eyes then looked at me with a smile.
"How are you feeling? Did my mother feed you last night?"
He nodded. So she did do what I asked her to. I can't remember if I told her to do anything beyond that, but I'm almost sure that I did. I ruffled his hair and sat down beside him. He sat up next to me with barely a centimeter between us.
"Am I here to stay?" he asked.
"Yes. You're here to stay. I'll make sure you're taken of from now on. I'll make sure you're fed, that you have nice clothes, and that you're taught everything from how to read and write to how to defend yourself."
His face started to beam and the anger that was stirring towards my mother was cooling off. He's going to be motivated early on, but the more comfortable he gets the weaker his drive will become. I have to tread lightly if I want to turn him into somebody driven by pure ambition and will to succeed at life. If he's into women, that might make for a good motive.
"How do you feel about girls Joshua?" I asked.
He gave me a confused look.
"What about them?" he answered.
"Do you like them?"
"How?"
"Like do you like their lips? Their hair? Their breasts? Their eyes? Their personalities? Anything?"
"I suppose?" he answered after a moment.
We'll deal with this later. I'm getting annoyed and now isn't the time to be setting up his interest in women. Women are superficial anyway, so setting him up with a love for them as his primary focus is probably a stupid idea anyway.
I pulled him up and pulled him along to find a room for him. I set him up in the room across from mine next to Kate's. Emma's room was next to mine and Mother's was at the front of the Manor. I gave instructions to Keisuske on what role Joshua would play in the manor from now on. I had him then cleaned up then had him dressed in some of my old clothes. Joshua was then brought to the breakfast table where my mother and sisters sat. Upon seeing the boy, Mother and Emma both stood up from their seats.
"Wayne! Why are you letting that boy still remain here?!"
"His name is Joshua, and he's now a part of the family." I responded coldly.
"You can't just adopt an orphan boy out of nowhere! That's so dumb and gross!" Emma retorted.
"And who will take care of him if not I? The city certainly wasn't, and the elements certainly weren't. He's a reject who's going to die if left on his own, but this boy has the potential to be something great. He has the potential to be greater than all of you."
Emma scowled and mother sat down with a frown on her face, the look in her eyes suggesting both disgust and defeat at my pure stubbornness. Joshua cowered behind me all the while. Kate then finally stood up and walked over to us. She knelt down then extended a hand to Joshua.
"Do you want to sit beside me?" She asked him.
He slowly came around from behind me and then placed his hand into hers letting her pull him to the seat beside her. Both mother and Emma watched them with pure annoyance on their faces. The meal that followed wasn't the best meal I'd ever had, but the look on Joshua's face suggested it couldn't be anything but the best meal he ever had.
I think the bland taste of my food could be attributed to two things. Mother, and Emma.
The next day I summoned mother into a drawing room to talk business. I had tea brought in with a tea set I specified Liza bring to us. It was one with fine yellow porcelain with venus fly traps painted carefully in white. In a chair on the other side of the room sat Joshua at my instructions. The air in the room was heavy, and steam rose from our cups, fresh tea resting inside them on the table in front of us. I grabbed my cup and sipped carefully.
"You disappoint me Mother." I said in the softest tone I could manage.
"I think you've got it turned around son. It's you who's disappointed me."
"For taking charge? For bringing home a poor destitute boy? For denying you any authority in your house? It's my house now mother. Father left everything to me. Not to you. The maids and butlers are mine, the estate is mine, and the money is mine."
Mother grabbed her cup and took an aggressive sip, her eyes focused on me the entire time.
"You've gotten to be disrespectful and foolish."
"Now I'm a fool? Pray tell, what kind of servants follow a foolish master? Am I to assume the house staff has confided in you that I've been harsh and senseless with them?"
"No. They won't so much as speak with me anymore on anything more than a courteous level."
"How strange. They talk with me every day. They greet me when I enter a room and they confide all sorts of things to me. Of course, that might be what one gets when you request for your staff to be more friendly and casual with you."
My mother's eyes widened and she suddenly didn't sit up as straight as she had before. She looked… discomforted.
"Perhaps it would be best for you to live somewhere else, such as with Great Aunt Elena."
"Aunt Elena?! In Mackdale?!" she shouted her face starting to look flushed.
"What? Do you have a problem with Mackdale? A city poorly managed with hardly any plants within its walls? Where you can smell the worst smells and the eyes of its people could make even the strongest optimist falter?"
"What do you want Wayne?!"
"To stop undermining me. I want you to acknowledge me as the head of the house and to instruct Emma and Kate to do the same."
"I… I won't. I won't acknowledge you. Not a boy like you who doesn't respect his mother and who brings filth home and demands we treat it respectfully!"
I clenched my fist. How dare she talk about Joshua like that. She tried to stand up but started to wobble. Her face was now fully flushed and her breathing was starting to increase. I had her cup laced with an aphrodisiac and it looked like it was working.
"You don't look too well mother."
"I… I don't know what's wrong… I don't… I don't feel right."
I reached over and grabbed her breasts.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She cried out.
At this point she was too weak to resist and I began to grope at her breasts eliciting a soft moan from her lips. She covered her mouth and after a moment she stopped struggling to get away from me. I looked behind to see Joshua watching us with a look of shock in his eyes confused as to what was exactly happening.
"You seemed a bit disturbed mother. Let me help you."
"Hgn!… get.. Ahn!… off… away!… houghn!… from me!…" she moaned.
I pulled the top of her dress down revealing more and more of her cleavage until her nipples started to show, erect and twitching with each squeeze of her mounds. Never had I thought I'd have a chance like this, and for a long time I've been avoiding even thinking about this scenario… but now that I'm in it, I don't know what I was so afraid of.
I'd never heard my mother's moans before, and to say that they were cute would be a crude disservice to them. They were much more than that, and just hearing them made my cock more erect than it had been in months.
"Wayne… stop this! I'm– Ahn!... Your– Hgn! Mother! Not some– haa… ngh… whore!"
"With these breasts? Are you sure you're not a whore? At the very least you're a cunt." I responded.
I then began sucking her breasts. The drug was in full effect, so her face was completely flush, her strength was gone and she was starting to rub her legs together. Every lick and nob, every carress with my tongue and fingers sent electricity through her body that I'd never seen before. She was like a completely different person now, something I could get used to seeing.
Her moans started to fill the air and I could tell something was awakening in Joshua seeing me handle my mother this way and hearing what a woman in heat is supposed to sound like.
I pulled her dress down further, freeing her breasts and the skin just below it. It was probably years since these breasts had been bared to any man, including father. All I could feel was a sense of control, dominance and thrill I'd never known before.
I reached my hand down and she clenched her legs together, but as I rubbed her crotch I could feel there was something slippery beneath. With one hand I caressed her breasts, with the other her crotch, and with my mouth, I sucked on her right breast as though I was an infant again.
I sucked on that nipple until it turned red, and as my caressing of her crotch got faster I could hear her breathing intensify. She was getting off on this, and she was getting close. Very close to climax. I suddenly stopped and left her there heaving. She gave me a desperate look.
"How… haa… haa… could… you… do– haa… this to me?..." she panted.
The look in her eyes hinted at betrayal, but it also hinted at something else… something desperate. Hopefully… it was just the right amount of desperation.
"If you suck me off. I'll finish you." I offered.
Mother looked at me, eyes wide and chest heaving. Her eyes stayed locked on my face and then slowly looked at my crotch finally noticing the erection inside. She fell to the ground kneeling and at eye level with my crotch. I pulled my pants down and she jerked her head quickly to the side. She then slowly and hesitantly turned to look at it, her son's penis, glistening in the light.
This wasn't right by any standards whatsoever, but it was happening… and all by my design. This wasn't the original plan… but I can't afford to have any weak bricks in my walls. This isn't even the final solution, it's about three steps away from it. Were this to fail, I'd send her away for sure, and if her influence were to return my way, I'd break her status, and if that failed, I'd kill her… or rather I'd find someone to kill her.
As I felt her tongue make contact with the tip of my penis, I felt shivers run through me I could have never felt otherwise. Her tongue… it wasn't skilled, but she wasn't clumsy either. She clearly had practice, and she clearly knew what to do.
As she engulfed her mouth on my length and began sucking on it, I felt myself satisfied in a way I hadn't in weeks. Each bob was tender, every lick was loaded with a careful amount of saliva and each suck pulled just the right weight of force to stimulate the nerves running down my shaft. Her eyes focused on one thing alone. My cock, the thing I had missed most in my old life. Now it was becoming a weapon. A powerful one.
In a few moments she brought me to climax, and when she did, and the semen started filling her mouth, she pulled away, and what was left ended up on her face and tits. She was covered in cum now, and she never looked sexier.
My hands went to work going up her skirt and grasping the fabric that covered her precious place. I groped at it rhythmically and with purpose making mother moan and writhe in my grasp until her juices flowed and her body convulsed. She collapsed against the couch, a complete mess, and with a face redder than I had ever seen in my life. I pulled my pants up and cleaned her up with a handkerchief.
She pulled her dress back to order, gave me a scowl with tear-filled eyes, then ran out of the room and down the hall as fast as she could. I looked back at my new adopted brother and noticed his face was red and that there was a tent pitched in his pants.
"Let's get started on your education." I suggested.
"Um… Wayne?" He began.
"Yeah? What would you like to say?"
He looked at me then looked at the floor, staying silent for a moment while fidgeting.
"I think I like girls now. I think I like them a lot."