23 Sisters Prologue 2

"Very well, my dear son. Now, let us get down to business. After each conquest, you must come back to me and give me an update. Also, these girls live all over the world. Do you have a passport?" Grant asks.

Jack answers, "Yeah, I went to Canada last year and needed one to get in."

"Good. That will speed things up." Grant says with a smile on his face.

Jack asks, "Will you be paying for my plane tickets?"

Grant joyfully answers, "My dear son. I'm gonna pay for everything; travel, lodging, cars, train tickets, everything! All you have to do is seduce your sisters!"

Grant looks at David and says, "David, when you get to the plane give him my VasterCard Black."

"Yes, sir," David replies obediently.

Grant looks back at Jack and says, "My VasterCard Black has an almost limitless spending limit. Just don't go on a shopping spree. After all, I'll be able to see everything you buy. You have a mission, so stick to it. Oh, about the flights, you don't need to worry about getting plane tickets. I own a fleet of private airplanes. I'll set one up for your personal use; it will take you wherever you need."

At first, Jack is shocked to hear this; then he remembers this is all meant to help him in his goal of fucking his sisters.

"That's fucking cool! I've never been on a private jet." Jack exclaims, trying to act cool and not show how excited he is.

"Oh, you're gonna love it," Grant says joyfully.

Grant points at David and says to him, "Give him the phone."

"Right." David pulls a silver cell phone out of his pocket.

It looks just like a regular smartphone but a little thicker and with a bigger screen.

"A phone?" Jack asks, puzzled.

"I already have one."

"I know you do. That is a satellite phone. Some of the places you're gonna go to are very remote and have no cell service. This phone connects to a satellite, hence the name. This way, you'll always have service. It's got solar panels on the back, so all you have to do, is set it out in the sun, and it will charge. A full charge will last a week." Grant explains.

Jack flips the phone over to see the solar panels. "A week! Damn, I can't even get my phone to stay charged for a day!"

"Pretty cool, huh?" Grant seems overjoyed watching the amazement on his son's face.

"Yeah," Jack says.

Grant finally gets serious and says, "Okay, on to the first girl. Her name is Tiffany Douglas. Don't worry, though; this first one will be pretty easy. This girl has some of the same fetishes I do. All you're really gonna have to do is introduce yourself and prove to her that you're her brother. Once you do that, she'll want to fuck right away. Of course, sharing similar fetishes this also means that she wants to be impregnated by her brother, so pulling out is not an option here."

"Like father, like daughter, I guess," Jack says jokingly. He's still struggling to come to terms with the fact that he's going to have to fuck and impregnate his sisters, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't excited at the idea.

"That's what I said," Grant says with a smile.

Grant looks at David and asks, "Isn't that exactly what I said, David?"

"It is, sir," David says, ever the willing assistant.

"See, we think alike," Grant tells Jack.

"I guess we do," Jack says sarcastically. The little joke went right over Grant's head; it seems he only cares about incest.

"I think Grant is autistic or has some kind of Asperger syndrome." Jack thinks to himself, worried it might be hereditary.

"So, where does this girl live?" Jack asks Grant, a bit of trepidation in his voice, knowing he might already know the obvious answer.

"Oh, this girl is just a few states away." Grant happily says.

"Please don't say Alabama! Please don't say Alabama!" Is all Jack can think to himself, praying that he's wrong.

"She's in Alabama, of course!" Grant exclaims, the irony not being lost to him.

"God damn it! This is gonna be some kind of stereotype chase, isn't it?" Jack shamefully asks.

"Well, yeah. Some of them will be. After all, they are stereotypes for a reason, right?"

"I probably don't need to ask this, but where are you from anyway, Grant?" Jack curiously asks Grant, as if the answer wasn't already clear.

"I was born in Squigglfoot, Alabama," Grant says, with a big mischievous smile.

"GOD DAMN IT! You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Jack is annoyed at his seemingly nascent powers of divination.

"Of course I'm fucking with you. I'm from Alaska, from a small town outside of Anchorage. I made most of my money in the oil industry." Grant says. Jack is not even sure if he can believe him anymore.

"So, you're an oil man?" Jack asks. Curiosity nagging at the back of his mind, wanting to know more about his father.

"Well, I used to be. I've got my fingers in a little bit of everything. Pharmaceuticals, genetics, construction, weapons manufacturing, aeronautics." Grant states.

"Wow!" Jacks says with a surprised look on his face.

"We'll have more time to catch up later. For now, David will take you to the airport where one of my private jets is waiting for you. There's already a change of clothes on the plane for you. A car will be waiting for you in Krimple, Alabama. Tiffany's address is already on the GPS on your phone." Grant is excited as he goes over the details, his plans finally coming to fruition.

"Should I just go up to her house and ring her doorbell?" Jack asks, a bit sarcastically. No one has ever asked him to fuck his sister; he's not really sure what the procedure is here.

"Do whatever you've got to do. Just no forcing them. I do have some standards. Just because I want you to fuck your sisters, that doesn't mean I want you to rape them. Anybody into that is a sick fucked up individual." Grant says to Jack's surprise.

"Wow, so there is a line?" Jack says, smiling. Stunned to know that Grant, the crazy bastard sitting right in front of him, does have some lines that even he won't cross.

"Everyone has a line they won't cross, including me," Grant assures his son.

"Good to know," Jack says.

"All right, get the hell out of here. You've got everything you need. Let's see how you do with your first mission." Grant giddily says, everything he has ever wanted is finally within his grasps.

"Cool. I guess that's it then," Jack says joyfully.

David turns to Jack and says, "Okay, let's go."

"Bye." Jack waves to Grant, and he leaves the hospital room.

As Jack walks out the door, Grant yells, "Good luck!"

David and Jack walk down the hallway. A girl in a sexy nurse outfit walks up to David; she can't be more than twenty years old. She's got short red-orange hair and a cute round face. "She is extremely flat-chested," Jack can't help but think.

"Is he ready for his treatment?" The girl asks David.

"He is, Whitney Number Two," David tells her.

"Number Two? There's probably another girl named Whitney here?" Jack thinks to himself, confused at the way David addresses her.

"He's ready, Carrie Number Three!" Whitney Number Two yells down the hallway.

Jack turns to look to where she's yelling and sees a girl with short pink hair sticking her head around the corner. She comes running up and stands next to Whitney Number Two.

"We can go in?" Carrie Number Three asks.

"Yep. He's all yours." David says to her.

"YAY! IT'S NEEDLE TIME!" Whitney Number Two yells joyfully to Carrie Number Three. Both of them were clearly excited by the thought of poking Grant with needles. Something was clearly off with this picture, but Jack was still trying to figure out why the girls were named that.

"I KNOW! I KNOW! Let's go before he changes his mind." Carrie Number Three yells back to Whitney Number Two.

The two strange girls run down the hallway and walk into Grant's room.

"What the hell was that all about?" Jack asks David, clearly confused by this little exchange.

"Grant has his hobbies." Jack knew that he wasn't going to be able to get anything more out of David.

Jack and David walk outside. Waiting for them is a light-skinned African-American woman in a black and red pantsuit. She seems to be in her late 30s and looks stunning standing next to their town car.

"He needs to sign it." She seems annoyed, probably not happy that they made her wait for them.

"I know he does, Ab. I'll get him to do it once I get back from driving this lad to the airport." David says, trying to calm her down.

"Who's this?" She finally notices Jack standing next to the imposing David.

"This is Jack. He's Grant's son." David says with his hand out towards Jack.

"Oh, his pureblood. Interesting." She says, looking at Jack with curiosity. "What did she mean by pureblood?" Jack can't help but think to himself.

"Is he the one doing it?" She asks David, still looking Jack over.

"He is." It seems nothing could faze David's calm demeanor.

"Awesome. Well, I'll leave you to it." She says as she walks away.

Jack, confused with what just went down, only has one thought in his head, "Nice ass!" That was literally all he could think about as he watched her ass shake as she walked away.

"Don't worry. You'll get your chance." David knew exactly what was going through Jack's mind.

"What? No... I wasn't... I was just..." Jack was both shocked and ashamed. Shocked at finding out that David knew what comedy was and ashamed he caught him staring.

"Sure you weren't," David said, laughing.

"If I were into women, I would totally be thinking the same thing. Even as a gay man, that ass confuses the hell out of me. Abigail Number Two is one hell of a woman." David and Jack could not look away; as Abigail walked into the hospital, her mesmerizing derrière hypnotizing them.

"Why do all the women around here have numbers after their names?" Jack finally asks David.

"You'll learn about that in the future. I'm not allowed to explain it, and neither are they. Sorry, kid." David said.

Jack got in the town car with more questions than answers. He was even more curious than ever now. They drove out of the city and through the suburbs before making it out to the countryside. After their long drive, the car finally pulls up to an unmarked gate. Standing outside the gate is a man in camouflage. David opens his window and flashes the man a card. The man waves the car through as the gate opens.

"What airport is this?" Jack nervously asks. Even more questions started to form in his mind. Jack was fully aware that he won't be getting any concrete answers from the stoic David.

"It's one of Grant's personal facilities," David says.

David pulls up to an extremely large, double-decker aircraft. It clearly dwarfs a 747. Not by much, but the difference is noticeable.

"Damn!" Jack can't help but exclaim as he gets out of the car. "When he said he had a private jet, I was thinking one of those little executive jets."

"Grant never does anything small," David tells Jack. Jack is still amazed at the size of the airplane.

A mixed-race woman in her mid-twenties with flowing black hair walks over to the pair. Like all the women Jack has met so far, she is in a sexy stewardess uniform. Her skirt is so high her white panties are sticking right out; she might as well not be wearing it at all.

"Is this our flier for today?" She asks David while looking at Jack and smiling.

"He is. You take good care of him, alright, El?" David says to her. "He can have anything he wants, except the two things mentioned earlier."

"You've got it!" She says, saluting David.

"Am I supposed to use it?" She asks David.

"Yeah. We will notify you when it is time to use it."

"M'kay. What's your name?" She asks, turning towards Jack.

"Jack." He says to her. All these secrets are starting to annoy Jack; it puts him on edge, not knowing what to expect.

"I'm Ellie Number Two, but you can just call me El." She says, smiling.

"Nice to meet you, El," Jack says, shaking her hand. It's hard for Jack to stay mad, especially in the presence of such a bubbly beauty.

"Are you ready? There's a change of clothes for you on the plane." She says, clearly excited to finally get into the air.

"I am. Thank you. It will be nice to get out of these work clothes, finally." Jack says, the exhaustion of all the day's events becoming too much to bear. He's been on such a high all day, meeting new people and finding out so much about his life. He just wants to get out of his dirty work clothes and get some time to relax.

Jack walks onto the plane, excited to see how much more impressive it is on the inside. Jack can't help but be amazed; it is like nothing he's ever seen. There is a bar, a hot tub, a bedroom, a lounge... If you can name it, it's there. Jack wouldn't be surprised if he found a petting zoo somewhere on board.

"This way," El asks Jack to follow her.

He obediently follows behind her.

"Your change of clothes is in the lounge. Go ahead and change before we take off." She calmly tells him.

"Thank you," Jack says.

Jack picks up the clothes and walks toward the bathroom to change. After he changes, he walks out with a smile, happy to finally be out of his work clothes.

"Nice." He says.

El walks up and asks, "Do they fit?"

"They do. Thanks again for the clothes." Jack says to El.

"Well, go ahead and take your seat. We'll be taking off in a minute." She says, her warm, soothing voice helping to calm Jack.

"All right," Jack responds.

The gigantic airplane taxis onto the driveway and takes off. It climbs to its cruising altitude and finally levels off.

Jack hears a ringing sound coming from the cockpit where El is. A hint of cherry then begins to waft towards him. Jack is curious about where the smell is coming from, but his exhaustion begins to get the better of him. Struggling to keep his eyes open, one of the last things he sees is El walking towards him with something on her face. By the time she finally reaches him, Jack is already out cold, unable to win against the exhaustion brought upon him by all the crazy events of the day.

"Wakey, wakey." Jack is coaxed from his slumber by a warm, sweet voice; he can't help but think of his mother.

Jack eventually opens his eyes and sees El standing in front of him.

"You fell asleep. We're here." She happily proclaims.

Jack stretches his sleepy limbs as he gets up and slowly walks to the front of the plane. The door is open, and he just stands there for a moment. He can hear banjos playing in his head. Jack can't help but remember a movie he saw once as a kid, with a man yelling, "Squeal, piggy!" He feels a shiver run down his spine.

He walks down the stairs. The only thing waiting there to greet him is a brand new Chevy Camero. He looks back at the plane and sees El staring back at him from the top of the stairs.

She yells, "The keys are under the sun visor!"

Jack waves goodbye to El and gets in the car. It has that distinctive new car smell.

"Did Grant buy a new car just for this trip?" Jack thinks to himself; he wonder about how much money Grant actually has.

Jack flips down the visor and finds the keys. He inserts them into the ignition and starts the car up. He's desperately hoping that the radio doesn't start blaring country music as soon as it turns on.

"Gotta love the sound of an American muscle car." He says to himself.

He pulls out his phone, loads up the GPS, and follows the directions to the closest hotel near Tiffany.

"Let the adventures begin." He says with a smile on his face.

End of the Prologue.