Chapter 33: The Beaulac Family
Lindsey felt strangely uneasy, looking at the two women who couldn’t have been more different. One was a very small minor when the other was a gigantic MAJOR. Helena’s breasts were probably as big as Shawna’s head, and they didn’t seem so massive on the 3m23 (10f6) tall woman. And yet, they were both really similar, sharing the same jawline and nose. And right now, the two of them were looking at each other’s, as if each was trying to confirm their resolve.
“So…” started Shawna, her voice weak and subdued. “You know that the Beaulac family is really old and wealthy, right?”
“Duh, you guys own half the casinos in New Orleans” said Jenny, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, we listened to you and Samantha, and Lindsey’s story without interrupting… too much” growled Helena. “Can’t you do the same?”
“Okay, okay, sorry… Calm down girl.”
“Thank you” dryly replied Helena. “Go on sweetie, I’ll take over when you’ll need me” she added to her cousin, who seemed particularly vulnerable, thought Lindsey.
“Okay so… As I said, we are a very old family. We come from French settlers, MAJOR settlers, the Hautlac. Some of them had a black mistress… a free black mistress I mean and had children and… well, Jean-Marie Hautlac’s wife and children died during an epidemic and he gave his belongings to his mistress and their children. The first Beaulac, you see?”
“So, you’re like, real old money?” asked Lindsey. “I had assumed that you guys got your money in the last decades or something.”
“Nope, we have had centuries to become powerful here, even under the Slave era and the segregation” explained Helena, looking proud. “No one ever dared to threaten us, too much knowledge, too much money, too much influence and too much size!”
“Size? What do you mean?” asked Sam, her voice still a little coarse.
“Well, us Beaulac have always been told” boasted Shawna, suddenly looking a lot happier.
“Well, us MAJORS Beaulac are!” laughed Helena, ruffling her smaller cousin’s hair. “You small things were always incredibly small, even for your kind.”
“Okay, we get it, you’re an old and powerful family. So what?”
“Well, the Beaulac hadn’t much to talk about in term of… dramatic events, shall we say, until the 1880, when the Patriarch of the Family, Harold Beaulac, had three kids.”
“You’re saying it all ominously, as if it was well known, but I’m not from here, so I’ve kind of a hard time understanding what you are talking about” revealed Lindsey, quite perplexed.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. Well, old Harold he was quite the… retrograde, when it came to minors. To him, they were slaves. They had always been slaves, and the idea that they could be anything else, it disgusted him. But times were changing and his views held back the Beaulac’s fortune. So, his son, Horace… he killed his father. He took a cleaver and split his skull in two one evening, and then cut him off in pieces.”
“He did what!?” screamed Lindsey, even as Jenny’s face became a little green.
“Yeah, it was atrocious, and the whole town called him Bloody Horace, the Mad Cleaver and all that… He was put on the electric chair days after this event, and it was his younger brother, the third children, Bruce, who took over the family and changed its policies. And old man Bruce is our grand-father; Shannon’s a descendant from his sister, Helene Beaulac.”
“Okay… so, you guys aren’t really cousins then?”
“Yes we aren’t that related!” hissed Shawna, anger flashing.
“Shawna! What did I told you about speaking like that about Shannon? She is your better pixie cutie, and you’re related to her closely, no matter how much you may hate it. Her being the one trying to push you poor minors in our stressful lives doesn’t mean that you should disown your own blood. Blood is thicker than seawater, after all.”
“Sorry… But I really don’t like her pushing her political agenda!”
“But how is it a bad thing for Minors to be treated as peoples instead of props for us to flaunt to others!?” said Lindsey, truly distressed to hear a member of her brother’s branch of humanity to proclaim proudly that she didn’t support Shannon’s campaign.
“We are already treated as peoples…” mumbled Shawna, her sudden outburst seemingly forgotten now that a MAJOR had talked back to her.
“You’re right, little baby” cooed Helena, caressing her cousin’s hair, and then letting her fingers caressing her shoulders, her back and then…
“You will really touch your minor there, with us looking?” asked Jenny dryly, making the taller MAJOR’s fingers twitch and retract.
“Sorry, force of habit. Shawna and I go way back and we have… our habits.”
“Yeah, and we would like to know why you have them, even if spooky old tales are always great to hear” chuckled Samantha. “I mean, I want to know how the fuck you could have ended thinking that fingering your cousin was okay!”
Lindsey was divided on Sam’s intervention. On the one hand, it was really crass, and she was, despite her temper, a well-educated kid from a small town. But on the other hand, she expressed her feelings, and she was also strangely fixated on this revelation that the Beaulac cousins were actually lovers. It wasn’t all-consuming, she didn’t thought a lot about doing anything with her ‘Rando, but she also couldn’t entirely dismiss that the idea to do things with her brother, possibly with Izzellah Ivory was now present at the back of her mind.
“We’re coming to it, okay! It’s just that we need to put some background, that’s all.”
“Cut the crap Hel’, you just want to win some time because, deep down, you know that what you’re doing with Shawna is wrong” sighed Jenny, shaking her head a little.
Helena glared at her friend but remained silent, closing her eyes for a moment, while fondling Shawna’s abundant chest, all the while the minor tried to lean even more into her gigantic cousin, letting her head fall back a little, a smile on her face. The other three MAJORS –or two MAJORS and a halfsy, Lindsey corrected herself. How fucked up is the Beaulac family so that they would do something like that without even a shred of shame? And are they the one in the wrong, or am I? she wondered. Would my brother really dislike being treated like that? And Izzy?
“Do you want to talk about… about your parents, Shawna?” softly asked Helena.
“I… No, I don’t think I could” revealed the Minor, her voice barely above an inaudible whispers to Lindsey’s ears. “I… it hurts too much.”
“It’s okay baby. Don’t feel bad, I’m here, I’ll protect you and play with you once the prudes will have been satisfied.”
“Who are you calling a prude!” bellowed Jennifer in mock anger. “Just you wait until I assault Lindsey here and you’ll see who is the prude!”
“You do know that she’s still jail bait, right?” asked Samantha, sounding a little bored.
“Hey! I’m thirteen! Almost!” complained Lindsey.
“Don’t worry, babe. We shouldn’t let things such as pesky social conventions prevent our love to blossom” smiled Jenny. “And you’ll discover that little old me can be quite ferocious in the sheets. Mrew!
The last bit was so cheesy that all the girls laughed their asses out, even Jenny, who had some difficulties catching her breath even.
“Was that supposed to be a sexy growl?” asked Samantha, tears rolling on her cheeks.
“It was me purring like a cat, moron!” laughed Jenny, trying to lean even more on Lindsey and finding, to their mutual surprise that the younger girl lifted her right arm and hugged her against her body.
“I just want to hear the end of Helena and Shawna’s story, and I figured it was the best way to calm you down” hastily explained Lindsey to her surprised but pleased manager.
“Sure, sure” mumbled Jenny, putting her head on Lindsey’s shoulder.
“Anyway… As you may know, Shawna’s parents were both minors. Our mothers were siblings, Shawna’s being the older of the two” explained Helena, looking lost in her thought.
“Then how come Shawna’s also a Beaulac; ‘cause by the sound of it, your mothers weren’t Beaulac and yours married into that family Helena?” asked Lindsey, gazing at the petite teenager.
“I was adopted into Mistress Beaulac’s family… I mean, my aunt’s family” replied Shawna softly, blushing abundantly, even if the MAJOR from Old Creek couldn’t understand why.
“And it was a good thing. After Katrina, families needed to step in and replace the politicians” affirmed Helena. “But of course, none of it would have happened if Aunt Harley had followed the advices of my Mom. Marrying another minor was utter madness, and it could only end in disaster! Mom even was willing to take her into her family.”
“My mother said that it’s why she refused to not follow her heart” revealed Shawna, looking guilty. “She didn’t want to remain with Mistress Beaulac anymore…”
“If your mother did to Shawna’s what you do to her, I can understand why” huffed Lindsey a little haughtily.
“Do you want to judge us or hear about us! We can always leave!” growled Helena. “Why does every one of you feel so prompt to decide what is right and what is wrong? Perhaps neither of you is used to living with a minor who hasn’t been mutilated, but it’s normal for MAJOR and minor siblings to do that kind of things, okay? I’m pretty sure that Alejandro would have loved that if you had tried to do it – perhaps he even did it with his twin, how can you tell?”
“’Rando well never do that! Not even with Alaric! Especially with Alaric!” shrieked Lindsey, incensed at this very idea.
“And how do you know? You asked them?” huffed Helena.
“I… No! I… He wouldn’t, I just know it!”
“Really? From what I remember, Shannon went to your hometown twice, and just for a few days each time, probably around three, right? And yet, the two of them are now together or something? Don’t you think that it’s proof enough that your brother is searching for a lot of sex?”
“Yeah, Helena’s right. He may be a tough little nut, but I don’t think he would resist much against anyone offering a sexy time to him. I mean, all minors are craving good sex? Just look at Jenny, she’s already trying to finger you” laughed Samantha.
“You bitch! I’m a MAJOR! A MAJOR!” screamed Jenny, trying to jump at her taller and stronger friend, but finding herself trapped by Lindsey’s arms. “Yeah, let me at her!”
“No. You stay where I want you” growled Lindsey, staring into Jenny’s eyes until the slightly smaller woman until she submitted to her will. “And I’ve already told that I don’t want a fight in my house, Jenny. Didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did… but I’m a MAJOR” pouted the blue-haired teenager.
“And you’ll have a lot of opportunities to prove it, I promise” smiled Lindsey.
“I’ll hold on you on that promise… and I really love the way you smile, beautiful” cooed Jenny, making Lindsey blush.
“Jesus… Jenny, you’re a riot, really!” complained Helena. “Now, how about you all just shut the fuck up, okay? As I was saying, my mother and my aunt had some Lannister’s relationship, if you get what I mean. My aunt was the older of the two, by some years, and apparently, when she was a little girl, my mom had a crush on her, because she had to be taken care off by Shawna’s mother. And when they grew up… my mother discovered that she had needs that only her sister could satiate.”
“But mom didn’t like it, that’s why she didn’t want to meet her family when daddy and her went to live in the poorest neighborhoods” whispered Shawna. “And then… and then, Katrina happened.”
“Yup. I’ll pass on the grim details, sorry about that. Suffice to say that without a MAJOR to help them, my aunt and my uncle died, but managed to save this little baby here, who we accepted into our home and made a part of the family.”
“And… and Mistress Beaulac… she is… she can be… a little… harsh” explained Shawna, searching her words, probably because she didn’t want to insult a MAJOR who had such power over him guessed Lindsey, which made her blood boil.
“But she’s under a lot of pressure. She got seven children, and wants all of us to be successful in life and not by relying on our family’s money. And believe me, it’s hard to be in charge of an empire like ours. We’re the main branch of the family, so we have to make sure that all the others do as they are told. And even if Mom isn’t Beaulac by blood, she has to prove her worth and that she isn’t a bad spouse.”
“Seriously, what are you, the mafia?” asked Samantha, apparently surprised by those revelations, despite being born in New Orleans. “Because if you are, I must remind you that my mother’s a cop. And I have to reveal to her anything criminal or, well even simply illegal.”
“You wouldn’t snitch on us like that, we’ve been friends since Middle School!” yelped Helena.
“If your family deals in criminal activities, I kind of have to Hel’, and you know it. You know my Mom, she may have bred two crazy kids, but at least she got that part of my education right.”
“Of course we don’t! Come on! We’re clean, we’ve never done anything wrong, illegal, really!”
“Really? Because considering the way you fondle your cousin, I suspect that someone did that to her when you were younger. And you told us that your mother had some fixation on your aunt” pointed out Lindsey, grimly.
“I… Listen, my mom… I told you that she was under a lot of pressure and she needed a way to… to calm her down. And the Beaulac have almost never birthed minors, and… and this beautiful cutie pixy is the spitting image of her mom! It… it was only natural that…”
“You’re telling us that your mother is a pedophile?” yelped Jenny, her eyes bulging out comically.
“No! Mistress Beaulac did nothing wrong!” shrieked Shawna shrilly, surprising all the MAJORS present with her vehemence. “I’m at fault! I’m the one who tempted her, I’m the one who… I’m the one with a weal mind, and a weak body, and… and… and…”
The minor started to rock back and forth, her breathing quickening until it became almost a constant hissing between her teeth. Her distress was not only physically obvious but also mentally. She’s so afraid about the problems she could have brought to her aunt that she is losing it…
“We won’t talk about it to anyone Shawna, I swear!” she said, without realizing it.
“What? It’s a crime to do that to anyone, MAJOR or minor!” cried out Samantha.
“Sam, please!” pleaded Lindsey, trying to convey to her friend how she felt about the pain of the small woman; it was too much like the worst moments of her brother.
“I… come on Lindsey… we’re talking about a grown up MAJOR abusing sexually her, well, minor, minor, niece! That a crime and my mom’s a cop. No, not just a cop, an officer. Are you seriously asking me to…”
“Look at my cousin, Sam!” pleaded Helena, who had clutched her arms around the body of Shawna. “You can’t destroy her life just because my Mom has… has had some practices which aren’t perfectly legal and…”
“Not perfectly legal?” interrupted Samantha. “Girl, you fondling Shawna is already at the very limit of legality, but she’s old enough to be in High School, so it’s okay, mostly. But what your mom did… You’re lucky that you’re my friend, and that the new girl is vouching for your ass. But let’s be clear: I’ll check on you both, each week. And if your Mom does anything to your cousin. Any, fucking, thing, I’ll tell MY mom. Is it clear?”
“I…” started Helena, rising to her full size, still keeping Shawna in her arms, just before deflating and sitting back, looking defeated. “Thanks Sam.”
“Well, this little session of truth talk sure ended being far less happier than I expected” chirped Jenny. “Whose idea was it, anyway?”
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Lindsey looked at the now emptied house. She didn’t feel like cooking anything for herself, neither did she wanted to call the chief. With a sigh, she went to her computer and called the closest pizzeria to have five maxi pizza, a lot of Fanta and some ice cream. I’ll just have to exercise this afternoon, she decided. It would do her good anyway, just to get her head out of the heavy talk she had just had with her friends. She didn’t really knew if what she had chosen to do concerning the Beaulac cousins was right, but she couldn’t let herself feel too bad about it, not with Izzy’s arrival the very next day.
“I may need to call ‘Rando, just to fix the last details” she said out loud, once she had confirmed her command and eagerly awaited the pizzas.
“Hey Lindsey? How are you?” asked her older brother as soon as he picked up her call.
“I’m fine, I’m fine. Say, ‘Rando, do you have talked with Shannon about , you know… Tomorrow?”
“More or less. Don’t worry, Jim will go and pick her and her friend, bring them at their hotel and then to your, I mean, our house. And Shannon and I won’t be there, she’ll come and pick me up after school.”
“Okay, great, thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome” laughed her brother in her phone. “And you? Is everything ready for your big day tomorrow? You sure you’ll be able to leave school for the afternoon?”
“Yes, Friday afternoon is for club activities, and since Jenny’s the one deciding if one has a good enough reason to be allowed to skip it and… well, she’s into me so…”
“Okay… Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?” wondered Lindsey, surprised by the sudden insistence in his voice.
“Don’t know, you sound a little strange. But I guess it’s just your voice in the phone… I’m really not used to those things… All those apps and…”
“That’s not an app babe, that’s just a normal feature of your phone” said Shannon, her deep voice rumbling in Lindsey’s ear, indicating that she was very close to her brother.
“You say it as if it was obvious!” complained Alejandro, which induced a little bit of laugh from the two MAJORS who heard it.
“Well, it is a phone? It’s made to phone to peoples, ‘Rando!”
“And why can’t everyone just wait to be home to be called, uh? What’s wrong with a non-mobile phone?” complained her Minor big brother.
“Someday, I’ll really have to show you how many calls, mails and the like I get, in an hour, and you’ll see why having three mobiles and a laptop is almost like feeling naked” chuckled Shannon.
“Three… I think I’ll be sick…”
“Oh I know the way to make you feel better then!” sultrily whispered Shannon, her voice still quite audible in Lindsey’s ear, which turned bright red, despite her tanned skin.
“Ok, I’ll leave you two lovebird alone! Bye and see you tomorrow!” she hastily said before ending the call before she could hear anything else.
The young girl couldn’t help but be reminded of what her friends had said about Minor’s libido, earlier this day. Was she wrong to assume that her brother wasn’t like that, that it was Shannon’s influence which had led them to have sex the very first day they had met after ten year. But now, she started to wonder if she hadn’t been wrong and if all those years, her brother hadn’t had needs she simply refused to see, because of an idealized picture of what Minors were. Perhaps he wouldn’t be against being with me and Izzy…
“No, bad girl! Focus, you still have to choose what you’ll wear to impress Izzellah, how you’ll deal with that moronic step-sister she’ll be forced to have with her to take the plane. You’ll have to remember to remain calm. If ‘Rando is right, she likes muscular women, and I’m certainly a lot more like that than Sabrina.”
Still, she couldn’t help but feel inadequate, with her flat chest and her youth. Her rival had only a handful of years over her, but in term of physic, it made all the difference in the world. She was still looking mostly like a child, when Sabrina probably had already started to develop in her adult body. Hopefully, she would still be slightly taller than her, it would give her an advantage in this race. Minors liked tall mates, that she was quite certain; she just had to look at her brother’s longing after Shannon to feel that she was absolutely right on this account.
“Okay Lindsey! Time to show off!”