After a couple of turns, Finn realised they weren’t making for the pool area, they were going in another direction entirely, and as he was about to mention it to Lara, they came to a smaller set of polished double doors, which swung open as they approached. They glimpsed Robyn, and another couple, just the backs of their heads visible in the deep Chesterfield sofa they were sitting in.
As Finn and his sister entered the room, Evan stood up, his face wreathed in smiles.
“Finn, Lara, good morning, and for once, it really is morning!”
At the mention of their names the two people on the sofa heads’ snapped around, and Finn stopped in shock; it was mum, and Uncle Mike! Lara gasped, instinctively drawing closer to him as his arm went around her.
“Mum, what are you doing here?” exclaimed Lara, hugging her as her mother was suddenly holding her.
“Finn, Lara… I don’t know, I was in… I was at Uncle Mike’s place, these people turned up and said we had to come with them!” She looked away guiltily for a moment, then continued.
“They wouldn’t take no for an answer, baby, they practically forced us into this blacked-out car and drove us for hours… what’s going on, baby, who are these people, what do they want with us, what have you done?”
Their Uncle Mike was also looking confused, and more than a little angry, but he made no move toward the pair of them, possibly because they were flanked by a pair of burly, black-suited men with sunglasses who’d suddenly appeared from nowhere.
Finn was still reeling with the shock of seeing his mother here, the last person he would have expected to see. Evan stepped between them, once again the urbane host.
“Please, Mrs. Elliot, Mr. Kershaw, have a seat, everything will be explained, I promise you.”
Their mother looked like she was about to object, but her brother touched her elbow.
“Carys, please, it’s alright, let’s hear them out…” he whispered, his touch seeming to calm his sister, and they both took their seats again.
Mike cocked his head at Evan.
“OK, now we’re seated, perhaps you’d care to explain why my sister and I were virtually kidnapped and brought here, just who the hell you people are and what makes you think you can do that, and what the blazes Finn and Lara have to do with all this!”
Evan leaned back in his chair, Robyn sitting on the arm next to him.
“Mrs. Elliot, Finn and Lara have been our guests over the weekend; they’ve been enjoying themselves along with our other guests, but we also invited them for a reason; to offer them a business proposal of sorts; they haven’t rejected it out of hand, and we hope they’ll say yes.”
Carys Elliot snorted.
“This is preposterous! My children are going to finish university, not go haring-off on some wild ‘get-rich-quick’ business proposal on your say-so, whoever you are!”
Evan frowned slightly.
“I rather think that’s for them to say; they’re both over eighteen, they have minds and free-will, and any decision about their future has to include them, wouldn’t you say?”
Carys bridled at his confident tone, her face reddening as her anger rose. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by Finn.
“Mum, enough, please! Evan and his sisters made us an offer, an offer too good to pass up, and we’re not going to. Lara and me, this is what we want, and we’re going to accept. We’ll both finish university, I promise, but this is what we want. Sissy?”
Lara took Finn’s hand, their mother’s eyes narrowing as comprehension dawned as Finn squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“Mum, Finny and me, this is what we want, truly. It’s a fantastic offer, it will bring us all we’ve ever wanted, and we’re taking it. I’m sorry mum, I wish we’d been able to tell you another way, but Finny and me, we’re… together now, we’re staying together, and this is the way to make our future happen!”
Carys’ eyes widened as she took in what her daughter had just said. Her face suddenly paled as she exchanged a furtive glance with her own brother before speaking.
“Are you telling me that you two… together… like that… no, you can’t, you mustn’t, it’s wrong…”
Evan interjected before she said something she’d regret.
“Mrs. Elliot, because of the nature of the weekends we host here, we vet our guests rather carefully. Finn and Lara were vetted as a matter of course, and while we were checking them out, this came into our possession.”
So saying, he slotted a USB pen drive into a port on the side of the huge TV screen behind him and clicked a remote. A video began playing, Finn, Lara and Carys all gasping as the scene unfolded.
There, on screen, were Carys and her brother, standing in the doorway of a closed shop in Whitchurch market, locked in a passionate kiss, hands roaming over each other, Mike hands openly squeezing and fondling her bottom as they kissed.
Another scene clicked on, this time Mike and Carys leaning against a tree in a park somewhere, kissing again, and this time Carys’ hands were quite obviously fondling and squeezing Mike’s cock, his own hands cupping her breasts as they kissed
The scene jumped, and now Finn recognised Mike’s house in Oswestry. Someone had taken the movie with a long-range lens, the interior of the master bedroom visible through the picture window, and they could quite clearly see Carys on all fours on the bed, Mike kneeling behind her, their features clear and unmistakeable, her brother holding her by the hips as he pounded into her.
There was something wild, and primal, primitive and compelling in watching their mother fuck with such abandon, and Finn felt himself responding, realising as he watched the couple on-screen that his mother was a beautiful, sexual woman, but more than that; he was seeing Lara in twenty years time; she was her mother’s daughter in more ways than one, and he had much to look forward to.
Carys had gone white, as had Mike, the blood draining from their faces as their shameful secret was laid bare in front of her children, her expression aghast as Evan clicked off the television.
“So now you’re going to… to blackmail me, blackmail us, you’d do that to me? Why? Finn, Lara, don’t… I’m…” she whispered, tears of shame in her eyes.
Lara longed to hug her, to tell her that she would never do that, but Evan spoke first, his voice soft and calming
“No-one’s blackmailing anyone, Mrs. Elliot; I merely showed you that to underline that everyone here has secrets, so please, no more judging. There’s only one copy of this drive, so here, it’s yours, we have no use for it, keep it, wipe it do whatever you want with it. Would you like something to drink, some tea, perhaps, something to calm you down?”
Carys nodded gratefully, burying her face in her brother’s shoulder as one of the black-suited men nodded and turned away, leaving as silently as he’d arrived.
Mike Kershaw, Lara’s Uncle Mike, cleared his throat nervously, drawing their attention to him.
“So if you had that… thing… of us… what next? Lara says she and Finn are together, why do they need to be here, what kind of proposition have you made them? They’re still my niece and nephew, still my only family, I think I have a right to know!”
“Shall I answer that?” came Sylvie’s voice from the doorway, so Evan nodded, handing the floor to her. Sylvie swayed into the room, and sat gracefully on the other arm of Evan’s chair.
“Mrs. Elliot, Mr. Kershaw, may I call you Carys and Mike?” Both nodded, so she continued.
“Carys, Mike, we run a… a club here, a very special, very discreet club, but now we feel it’s time for us to go, so we looked for people we thought could trust to take it away from us and do things properly. We found Lara and Finn, and so now all this you see around you, this house, this whole complex, the staff, the fleet of cars, everything here, now belongs to them.”
She smiled at their thunderstruck expressions before continuing.
“They are the new owners, and all the privileges and responsibilities that goes with carrying on our work falls on them. But they can’t do it alone; they need their family to be there for them as well. This is where you come in, and the reason we brought you here.”
She paused to smile at them both.
“The care and upkeep of this place is taken care of. Finny and Lara will each be paid a very generous allowance, and this place is theirs to do with as they please, however they see fit; they’re the owners now. Their allowances will make them wealthy, we’ve seen to that; their futures in that respect are taken care of. What they’ll need from you is to know that you support them, that you’ll be happy for them. In return, I have a proposition for you, for both of you.”