Chapter 14

"I think we are just a little tipsy and frustrated, Cal." Her eyes shifted away from her friend for fear of making her feel uncomfortable. "I've never done that before. I hope I didn't offend you." Callie smiled.

"Don't be silly. When we woke up in the tent this morning and your chest was sticking out, I looked twice. It's a natural thing. That doesn't necessarily mean we want to do anything." Iola nodded and took a breath.

"Right. Of course. Though I do know women tend to be more open to that sort of thing. I just never did it." Her eyes shifted about nervously. Callie grinned.

"Neither have I. Guess I will have to make sure I don't overstimulate your brother next time." Iola giggled.

"Will be pretty tough with that body. And he can get excited, I know. I'm sure growing up with him that I was the subject of the hole in the door peek now and again when I was undressed or otherwise. I think we are all human. It doesn't make us weird or anything." Callie stood up.

"Well, I'd better get some rest. Besides if he wakes back up I might get a second round. Though I doubt it. The beds are great though. Very comfortable. There is another one in our bedroom. Not sure how many are here. But, if you want to sleep in our room there probably won't be any more action." Callie said with a giggle. Iola nodded and stood up. She followed Callie into the bedroom and noticed the sleeping Chet sawing logs in one of the beds. Callie gave Iola a quiet wave goodnight, then laid down next to him. Iola walked over to the other bed and pulled back the covers. She then proceeded to remove her clothes and slid onto the silk sheets, soon falling asleep.

At 6 AM, The alarm clock went off. Chet blinked a few times, then finally reached over and shut it off. He looked over to Callie and smiled. She was so beautiful laying there. He planted a few soft kisses on her neck. A moment later Callie began to stir and her eyes fluttered. She looked over to Chet with a smile.

"Good morning, sir. Are we feeling refreshed?" Chet didn't answer. He kept kissing her neck softly. She moaned softly and perked an eyebrow.

"If you're going to do that, you better be prepared to back it up." she purred. Chet grinned.

"Did you not get enough last night?" Callie gave an evil smile.

"Well someone got overcharged and then passed out." Chet grinned sheepishly. She reached down and groped him and he grunted softly.

"You are really asking for it." Callie smiled.

"Well I hope so..." Chet looked over her shoulder to the other bed dubiously. She looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Chet turned his head slowly.

"Well, Iola is over there, and..." Callie looked at him and took a breath. She had no intention of losing out this morning.

"Well hun, it's not like she's in bed with us. And I assure you she knows all about such things." Chet rolled his eyes and smiled.

"More info than I wanted." he looked down into her sultry eyes, which offered him a clear distraction from his concern about Iola. The two started kissing deeply.

A few minutes later Iola, who was sleeping in the bed across from them started to stir. She heard a steady rocking noise. She carefully opened one eye slightly and saw her brother on top of Callie. Iola for some reason was very turned on by this. She watched cautiously as her brother and Callie made love. Iola felt herself becoming very excited, as she hadn't ever watched two people make love before. She was amazed at their endurance as she peeked out from under her sheet. She watched them go at it for nearly half an hour

"C'mon baby!" Iola heard her rasping to Chet. "Come on, please!" A moment later she heard her him let out a tremendous groan. She immediately covered her head up with the sheet. She felt conflicted feelings after having witnessed the pair in the throws of passion.

Chet breathed deeply and smiled down at Callie, who smiled back to him. Then looked down at her chest. She blinked rapidly with a look on her face that suggested she had never encountered such a man.

"Copious, darling?" she asked with apparent surprise. Chet nodded, smiling, despite being somewhat embarrassed. He hadn't had protection at the time and had to improvise, or so he told himself. He realized on some level that most men probably liked to perform in such a way to demonstrate their abilities. He cleared his throat. "I need a shower baby. Before you wear me out again. Or Iola wakes up." He glanced over at Iola's bed, where she appeared motionless. "Just a bit disconcerting." Callie smiled wickedly.

"Wait till the honeymoon darlin'. You aint seen nothing yet. And Iola won't be in the same room, so you can't run off." He smiled down at her and walked into the bathroom. A moment later the sound of the shower came on. Iola poked her head out from under the covers. She looked over to her friend who was laying on her back. She slowly sat up.

"Good morning, Cal. Did you have fun?" She asked from across the room. Callie giggled and turned her head slightly in Iola's direction.

"Oh God, I knew you were up, girl." She covered her head for a moment with a pillow, then stuck her head back out. "Did you like the show?" Iola took a breath

"That was pretty impressive. But also kind of weird, being that was my brother." she stood up and walked over to Callie's bed. She glanced cautiously towards the bathroom to make sure the door was actually closed. Then looked down at her friend, when eyes grew wide.

"Not sure I've seen a guy produce...uhm, so much?" she tried to select her words carefully as she looked down. Iola then glanced in the other direction, not quite sure how to feel about it all. Callie grinned and looked down at herself.

"You could say that." she said with a grin. Iola was still immensely turned on seeing her friend laying there in such a way. She found herself looking back down at her best friend. Iola bit her lower lip, lost in thought. Callie sensed this. She was still smiling.

"Can you give me a hand?" she asked. "There's a wash cloth over by the basin." Iola nodded and walked over to the in room sink and got a wash cloth wet with warm water and came back over. She stood there for a moment not sure whether to hand Callie the cloth or what. Callie looked up to her.

"What's keeping you? Better get it off me before it dries." she smiled. Iola initially cringed a bit at the thought, then looked down to Callie. She hadn't realized it before, but Callie could not only offer up a lack of inhibition to her fiancé, but also to her best friend. Callie Shaw, once the epitome of a school librarian lay there. A smile of pleasure on her face, and her heaving chest and pronounced nipples glistening with ejaculate. Iola closed her eyes, a pleased grin creasing her lips. She took the cloth and ran it along her friends' neck and face. Slowly. Callie had her eyes closed and was obviously enjoying it. Iola slowly ran the cloth along Callie's ample breasts. Swallowing hard as she felt the shape of her friend's ample bosom under the thin cloth. Callie couldn't help but shudder a bit. Her nipples became even harder while Iola rubbed the cloth along them. Iola would have to admit, if she were ever asked, that she enjoyed the feeling. She took the cloth back after all had been wiped off. She stepped back.

"There you go, girl." she said softly, returning the cloth to the sink. She slowly walked back to her friend who was sitting up.

"Are you ok, girl?" Iola nodded softly.

"Yes, that was just pretty uhm, interesting. I hope I don't sound strange." Callie shook her head.

"Not at all. I liked it." she smiled noticing that Iola seemed a might flustered. She obviously needed a good servicing. But there was little she could do about that. Though she found it strangely arousing how she just told her friend to clean her off like that. Iola gave half a smile and stammered. She was feeling very conflicting emotions. New emotions that she was not at all familiar with.

"Well, I, had better get dressed." she said, abruptly turning and walking quickly. She hadn't really been looking where she was going. And as the bathroom door opened without her noticing, she ran smack into Chet, who only had a towel wrapped around his waist. The two fell over each other and landed on the floor. Callie sat up and looked down at the two. She giggled looking at the two figures intertwined so close together.

"Well, that looks good guys." She teased. Iola reddened upon looking at her brother, whose towel had since fallen off as they scrambled about on the floor. Chet was a little less embarrassed, but couldn't help notice his sister's chest as he quickly grabbed his towel and covered himself.

"Oh my, Iola. You better put those two ponies back in the corral." Iola reddened even more as she had seen more than she wanted to. She quickly stood up and rushed out of the room. Chet grinned and walked over to Callie.

"Is she ok?" Callie smiled and nodded.

"She's ok. Would probably be a lot better if Joe was here to help matters." Chet smiled and nodded.

"I see." he laughed and began to dress. Callie excused herself to the shower. Chet finished dressing in a new suit and walked out to the main living area. He saw no one so he went to the ice box and poured himself a glass of juice. Momentarily Iola came in to the kitchen wearing the outfit she had been in yesterday afternoon.

"Morning, sis. Want some juice?" Iola looked to him.

"Uh, yes, please." she took a seat at the bar, finding it difficult to make eye contact with her brother. Chet looked over to her while he poured.

"Everything alright, sis?" Iola nodded slowly. She took the glass and inhaled deeply. She clearly wanted to say something.

"We have always been pretty open, haven't we bro?" Chet nodded.

"Sure, especially this morning!" he quipped with a grin at her. Iola gave him a disapproving expression.

"Not funny, bro. I just mean that we have always been able to communicate openly with each other." Chet nodded and smiled warmly at her.

"Of course, sis. That's what I love about you. You aren't stuck up or snobby. We can communicate." Iola smiled, and took a breath.

"Yes, we can. I just wanted to say that I was caught in a bit of an awkward position this morning. Well, you know... obviously that you and Callie were...uhm... this morning." Chet reddened a little, then he smiled.

"Yes. I am sorry, Iola. You probably got woke up and then you were likely rather uncomfortable. I'm sorry, sis. Sometimes it's hard." He closed his eyes and gave himself a mock slap in the head. "Sorry, bad choice of words. It's just that Callie and I are still obviously in pre-honeymoon mode, and acted without thought. I am very sorry. There really is no excuse I can make that's a good one." Iola held a hand up.

"Chet, it's ok. Those things happen. It doesn't bother me to see two people expressing their love to each other. I am not a prude. Truth is, I am critical of myself because I kind of enjoyed watching it. I mean I didn't sit up in bed with a bucket of popcorn. Just, uhm, I glanced from time to time." Iola turned red at the admission. Chet raised an eyebrow.

"Well, don't be ashamed. It's not exactly an act that is meant to turn one off, after all. I mean it is kind of weird, and I surely wouldn't want you making a habit of it. But, hey, it happened. Don't overthink it." Iola nodded.

"Fair enough. I'm pretty sure I won't be on hand the next time it happens." She smiled reflectively at the notion. "But I just wanted you to know that after you went into the shower... well Callie said she knew I was watching and I think she was hopeful it turned me on." Chet grinned

"She is certainly shedding her oppressed skin, isn't she? Hehe." Iola grinned and shrugged.

"I suppose so. But she was laying there... and she asked me to help her with uhm..." Chet reddened again and nodded.

"I think I understand what you mean. She asked for a towel?" Iola nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah. And I assisted her. Yes, that's a good word I suppose. Anyway, it seems we had a moment of sorts. Does that make me...or us weird or something?" Chet took a breath.

"I wouldn't say that,,, and that's not just me as a male speaking because the idea of two women are a turn on. In this case, with you being my sister I quite assure you it's not a turn on. I just think women can relate more intimately with each other without there being some stigma attached to it. It's not at all threatening to me." he took another drink and gestured.

"I guess what I'm saying is if you two have some feelings for each other, it doesn't bother me. I know Callie loves me and that such things won't really make a difference to our relationship." A moment later Callie came forward, as she had apparently been listening from around the corner. She had a relieved look on her face.

"Wow Chet, Iola, this is pretty strange stuff, huh? But I'm glad we are all square with each other. I am not predicting anything at all mind you. Not reading into things. But, I am glad we can communicate and not have any delusions about it. I think in a way my separation from Frank is allowing me to be able to open my mind and eyes. I have always had certain thoughts about how things could be. But, when one is in a rather repressed relationship, you just kind of let those thoughts stay in your head. I think in light of being able to finally take the lid off such repression, I may be surprising you guys. And perhaps myself. I'm sure I seem open or forward in some ways." She walked up to Iola. "Are we ok, girl? No ill will towards this wild side that may have jumped out from nowhere?" Iola grinned.

"Of course not. We are perfectly fine" Callie smiled and turned. Iola grinned and slapped Callie's base ass. She was wearing a big t-shirt of Chet's, but that was all.

Callie turned and grinned to her.

"You tease!" she said with a smirk. Chet laughed heartily. Callie hastened off to get dressed. Iola looked to her brother.

"Am I a tease, Chet?" she asked with an air of humor. Chet smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, but I'm your brother. So I'm sure if you ever were with others, there are instances that I would never pick up on." Iola nodded.

"So, what's up for today?" Chet looked at his watch.

"Well, the jewels should be here within an hour or so. But for now, I have to run downstairs for a few. Why don't you order some breakfast for us and I will be right back." Iola nodded.

"Cool. I will go do that now, so don't be long. I'd imagine that being in the penthouse we won't have to wait too long for breakfast." Chet nodded as he headed out. He took the elevator down.

He had hoped he wouldn't have to wait for the bank to open. As luck had it the bank had opened a few minutes before at 8 AM. Chet walked inside. He was immediately noticed by the president and greeted.

"Good morning, Mr. Morton. All is well today, I hope?" Chet nodded.

"By all means. I was just stopping by to have a certified check drafted." The man beamed.

"Of course. Please have a seat." he gestured for Chet to sit before the desk.

"Now then, to whom do you need a check made and how much?" he asked. Chet pulled out the forms he had received from Zimmerman the day before and looked down.

"Let's see, to Bayport title and trust for James Henry. And the amount is $300,000.00." The president wrote this information down and smiled.

"I will have this for you within 5 minutes, Mr. Morton." he said rushing off. Chet sat in the comfortable leather seat looking out the window towards the Ritz. He had wondered about Iola's little confession that morning. He hadn't really thought of his sister as the bi type. but perhaps it was just the fact that he had never really noticed any indicators. After all, she was his sister. But, he wasn't about to allow inhibitions to restrict such things. Even if there were any possibilities of Iola and Callie exploring. Maybe that was liberal for him to think that way, but he didn't see the harm in it even if the girls did end up experimenting. He had read about and even known a couple women who had done this and were perfectly normal married women. Most men, he imagined, felt threatened by the idea of not having the total power and control over the situation. He shook his head to himself and inwardly chuckled. Frank was his dear friend, but for years he must have had a subconscious choke hold on Callie. As to his sister, he had learned something new. He did wonder how Joe would react in such a hypothetical scenario. Ultimately, Chet shrugged it all off. After all, nothing really had happened beyond a couple awkward moments that made Callie and Iola briefly question their sexuality. And more so , it wasn't his business.

A short time later, the bank president, Mr. Fitch, came over with a check.

"Here you are Mr. Morton. I dare say you are buying some real estate today." Chet nodded.

"Yes, my sister really likes this house. So, she will be surprised." Mr. Fitch smiled.

"With such a generous brother, I'd say so. I know you will be living in another area but please feel free to call anytime if there's any way we can help you. We hope you will be quite happy with our bank." Chet smiled.

"Everything has been perfect." he said standing up. They shook hands and Chet left the bank. He found his way back over to the Ritz and walked over to the concierge.

"Yes, Mr. Morton. How may I assist you this morning?" Chet smiled.

"Yes, I would like to get a flight for three to Bayport this morning. Could you look into that for me?" The man smiled.

"Of course sir, I will ring your room when I have some information for you." Chet beamed.

"Great, thank you!" Chet made his way upstairs. Upon entering he noticed a large package sitting inside the entryway. It was marked with the now familiar Tiffany logo. Chet smiled and walked into the living area to see Iola and Callie dressed in outfits similar to what they had on the day before. Callie wore another pair of low riders that really showed off her hips. A distressed blue tank top. Very sexy leather sandals and her glasses. Iola wore pretty much the same thing though her top was dark green. She did not have enough confidence in her hips to wear low rider jeans and chose more conventional jeans.

"Hello, pretty ladies." he greeted. "I see our jewels arrived" Callie nodded.

"Yes, they arrived a short time ago." She said standing up and kissing him. "How are you, sweetie?" He nodded.

"Very good, now that I had my hourly kiss." he smiled. Iola stood and smiled.

"Breakfast is served. She gestured towards the kitchen. The group walked in to see that room service had left quite an expansive meal. Chet and the girls sat down.

"This is great!" Chet said tearing into his meal. "Are you ladies doing alright?" He asked. Iola raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, Chet?" He nodded. Iola got a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh, I see. You were curious if Callie and I had taken a shower together while you were out. Sorry, no such luck." She smiled. Callie nearly broke into laughter.

"You got an evil side, girl." she giggled. "Now Chet is going to be totally delusional about us. Thinking we are dykes." Chet smiled and shook his head.

"No, not at all." Iola grinned.

"Just given ya shit, Chet. Callie and I are not making out with each other, nor do we hate or have animosity with each other. We are cool." Chet smiled

"Good." Iola smiled devilishly as Callie went to sit down.

"Though looking at those damn low riders, you have to admit Cal has quite a nice ass." Chet coughed then smiled.

"Yep. I have to admit that! I love those jeans, Cal." Callie blushed.

"Well, thank you...both." she said giggling into her eggs. Chet finished his breakfast and stood up. A few moments later the phone rang.

"Hello? Yes. Great. That worked out well! Thanks for all your help. Yes, we will be down then." He hung up.

"Plane will take off in another hour and fifteen minutes." Callie stood up.

"Wow, doesn't give us much time. Luckily we are all packed. Iola and I bought a couple bags for all the clothes which is good considering how much we have to carry." Iola nodded.

"I like the city here. But, will be nice to get back to Bayport, and then even to the hollow and work on the case. I was beginning to find myself a little out of place here. I don't think I was meant for this type of royal treatment. Did you notice that despite having a massively huge hotel suite, that we only used two rooms?" Chet grinned

"Your right. We probably aren't meant for this life. Do you ladies have all our clothes packed? If so, I will grab the jewels." Iola nodded.

"Yep, packed and ready to roll." Callie looked about the big suite.

"Well, it was nice. But, let's get on out of here and go back home." Iola brought out three large pieces of luggage. Chet hefted the Tiffany parcel up and they carried their goods to the elevator. A quick trip down found them in the main lobby. With the offered assistance of hotel staff, they were helped to the limo with the luggage. Chet and the girls hopped in for their last limo ride to the airport. The driver sped towards JFK. The ride went uneventful and was a little more relaxing than their cab ride into town. Twenty-five minutes later they were at the airport. The driver assisted them with their luggage to baggage check in. Chet checked in to obtain their departure info. After making sure their luggage was tagged with the right flight they proceeded to the departure gate. After showing their boarding passes they were permitted to board the flight. They were seated in coach seats this time, which actually were only marginally smaller than the first-class seats they had the previous day.

"Amazing how little more you get for an extra thousand dollars." Chet said under his breath to his sister. She smiled agreeing.

"These seats seem just about as comfortable. I'd sooner save the money and buy a couch after the trip." Chet laughed. He looked to his sister who was proudly wearing her necklace and bracelet.

"Those really look great on you." Callie nodded.

"They really do, Iola. Joe will go nuts I'm sure." Chet laughed.

"I'm sure he will after he knows what they cost." he looked to Callie and she waved her finger in front of him proudly. He smiled as the diamonds gleamed in all directions in the sunlight that flashed through the window of the jet.

"That is just an amazing ring, Cal. Had they not given it to you I was certainly going to buy it for you." Callie raised her eyebrows.

"You would seriously buy me a ring for half a million dollars?" she asked him. Chet nodded.

"If I could afford it, sure. You're worth it. If it brought you an ounce of happiness, the price would be well worth it." Callie felt a tear running down her cheek.

A moment later the captain announced they would be departing. Sure enough the doors were sealed and the plane backed out of the gate area. The plane got in line for takeoff. Luckily, it didn't seem too long as Chet looked at his watch. He kept the 2PM appointment in mind and looked over to Callie.

"You ok, sweetness? I know you don't like to fly." Callie took a breath.

"I should be ok. No need to drink." A moment later she tensed up as the engines roared to pressure and started streaking down the runway. Chet could feel her grip on his hand tighten as the jet leaped skyward. A few minutes later the plane had leveled off and was flying smoothly. Callie lightened her grip and smiled to him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Angel." She rested her head on his chest. Iola looked over to the two contented lovers. She hoped that soon she would be able to be with Joe. She figured they had at least another half hour flying time. Which would put them in Bayport a little before one in the afternoon. She looked over to Chet who was awake looking at the sleeping Callie.

"What's the plan when we get to Bayport?" Chet cleared his throat without sitting up.

"Well, I have a small business appointment around two. Did you need to do something?" Iola smiled.

"Well, I did want to stop off and see some friends if we had the time." Chet nodded and smiled.

"Got to show off those nice clothes and jewels to someone, right? Mom will flip when she sees you wearing over $50,000 worth of jewelry." Iola smiled.

"Yeah she will. Will probably make me lock it in a bank vault." Chet laughed.

"Tell ya what. I can take you and Callie and drop you off with her car. You can go have your fun. Meanwhile, I will get my business done then meet you after." Iola nodded.

"That can work."

The flight went along smoothly and Callie got in a nap. At 12:49 the captain turned on the fasten seat belts light and announced their decent into Bayport. Chet shook Callie awake and told her to buckle up that they were landing soon. Callie yawned and smiled.

"Be happy when I am on the ground." Chet nodded.

"I don't like flying much myself." Callie grinned.

"That's crap. You have flown around with Frank and Joe lots of times. And they are not even professional pilots." Chet nodded.

"True, but that didn't mean I wasn't freaking when they were flying us around on a case."

Gradually the plane lowered itself and within 5 minutes the plane was screeching to a halt at the Bayport airport. Callie smiled with favor as the pilot proceeded to taxi the aircraft to the arrival gate. A few minutes later the flight attendant was opening the aircraft door. Chet and the girls alighted and quickly left the airport with their luggage for the taxi stand. They loaded the cab.

"Downtown police station." Chet told the driver.

"Right." He burst into traffic and arrived at the Bayport police station in 10 minutes. Chet paid the driver and the group headed for the impound lot. The officer tending to the impound duty recognized Chet and waved.

"Hey Chet. Did you in long term parking?" Chet grinned and nodded.

"You know it, Riley." he waved as they walked over to Iola's Volvo. After stowing all the goods in the trunk, Chet took the wheel and headed for their downtown offices where Callie's car was parked. The drive was brief as they were located a very short distance from the police station. Chet spied the offices of the Hardy, Morton and Hardy agency. He pulled into the alley on the side of the building and drove slowly to the rear. They saw Callie's old Buick parked by the rear entrance. Callie fished out her keys. Chet looked at his watch.

"Ok, it's 1:30, what say we meet back here around 3:00?" Iola and Callie smiled.

"Perfect." Iola said while getting out. Callie leaned over and kissed Chet.

"Miss me?" she smiled while blinking behind her metal spectacles. Chet smiled happily.

"Your damn right I will. See ya in a bit sweetness." Callie got out and walked over to her car. Chet waited till Callie had started her car and they left before pulling out himself. He knew her car was not always reliable.

Chet turned back on to Pershing Street and headed to his meeting. 15 minutes later he pulled up before Bayport Land, Title and Abstract Company. He looked over his contract and the certified check then headed in. A pleasant faced woman greeted him from behind a desk.

"Hello, may I help you?" Chet smiled to the older woman, who was casually dressed and seemed the pleasant type.

"Yes, I am here to close on a home with James Henry for the house on 311 Bayview Ave." The woman smiled again.

"Yes, of course. Please go into the first door on the right." Chet smiled

"Thank you." He walked over and through the door. Seated at a large table was a man about 40, balding in a tennis shirt. He was seated next to a woman about 35 wearing a professional looking outfit. Another older man wearing a light grey suit was also seated at the table. He appeared about 60 and was writing intently. He looked up when Chet entered.

"Mr. Morton, I presume?" Chet nodded.

"Yes." The man rose.

"Tom Allen, Bayport title company. This is Cindy Scott and James Henry, the seller of the home on Bayview." Chet smiled.

"Please to meet all of you." Mr. Allen smiled again.

"This is a pretty routine transfer since you are essentially paying cash. This will allow you to take immediate possession, and of course, liability. I have been working the forms up. May I see your paperwork just to be sure we are all on the same page?" Chet took out his copy of the contract and the certified check. He placed them before Mr. Allen. He scrutinized them then looked up.

"Well, all appears to be in order here. Your funds are indeed certified and contracts match. Now, if both parties will sign these final sale contracts and transfers we should be able to record it. Oh, also Mr. Morton your half of the recording fee comes to $225." Chet nodded.

"Of course." He took out a checkbook and issued a $225 check, then hanging it to Mr. Allen.

After what seemed to be a dozen forms, Chet now held clear title to the property at 311 Bayview avenue. The title to be entered as owners: Chester A. Morton, Iola Leann Morton and Callie Shaw. Chet also was given a form to complete in the future at an appropriate time to quick claim the property to Iola and Joe.

Chet also received the keys to the house and owner disclosure. After all was said and done Chet emerged from the meeting 45 minutes later. He smiled broadly to himself and looked at his watch. 2:43PM. Chet figured he had better get back to meet the girls. He started the car and folded the papers and placed them in his jacket. He placed an expansive key chain in his side pocket. He drove off again and made it back to the rear of the agency right before 3:00. Chet was not too early as Callie's beat up Buick shot into the alley. The girls got out and hopped back in with Chet.