Incest/Taboo The Musical Child

Cody stared out the window as their driver sped down the highway to his new school. At the age of fifteen he was finally a freshman, while his sister was a junior, and his older brother was the senor of the group. The New York skyline painted the sky as Cody kept his excitement from showing. He knew the school had one of the best high school music programs in the country. He also knew if he could excel there then he could find his way into one of the art colleges that dotted the city proper.

"Andy, Stephanie," his mother's voice cut through the silence of the cab of their limo. Crossing her left leg over her right Cody played off the fact he caught a flash of his mother's bright red panties not that his mother even noticed her eyes were always on his brother and sister. At least to him he always felt like the child they never wanted yet was forced to raise. "I want the two of you to keep an eye on your younger brother. I don't want him getting into trouble his first week of school," her bright red hair bounced against her chest as her hand rested on Andy's mid-thigh which seemed odd to him. "If you do..." Whatever his mother said to his brother he never knew as his mother whispered into Andy's ear.

"Sure Mom," Andy said his sky-blue t-shirt stretched taut across his muscular chest due to his years of constant working out to stay on the football team as the school's star quarterback. Not that Cody was envious of his older brother he was the jock of the family -- the pride of his father -- who also was the star football player when he was in his own youth. Cody knew how sought out his brother was given how scouts had been stealthy scouting out his brother in his junior year on the team. Then there was his sister paying no attention to him like always, yet she was attentive to their mother's words. He had no idea how she had managed to secure the title of head cheerleader, however, Cody tried not to eye her cheerleading outfit which to his mind truly didn't hide her alluring body to anyone's eye. Nevertheless, he could care less for his sister's attitude, though Cody suspected all cheerleaders had that snobby kind of attitude or it was just his sister. Who knows?

"Good. If nothing happens by Friday, you know," his mother winked at his older brother again this Cody found strange. Then again, he didn't really care as his violin case sat on his lap. His main concern was impressing the musical director of the school. Cody had spent all summer long improving his skills, all so he could make the schools orchestra. Earning his families ire due the constant hum of the strings of his Stradivarius. That earn him expulsion from their home to the shed his father had bought and placed on the farthest corner of their property surrounded by boxwood hedges. To his father's thinking out of sight, out of mind. This Cody had no problem with. It gave him the ability to play to his fullest without incurring his families wrath. He even liked that little space with its window ac/heater unit, the mini refrigerator, the music stands that held sheets of music of his favorite music, to the cot he had placed in there when he wanted to practice into the early morning hours without waking his family when he grew to tired.

"Cody, now you don't get in your brother's and sister's way, you hear?" his mother said arching an eyebrow looking pointedly at her youngest son.

"Okay," Cody said bowing his head to hide from his mother's gaze as the limo pulled into the drop off area of the school. Not that he need his siblings help to get around the school. Cody did have an eidetic memory and having toured the school the week before he was sure he wouldn't have a problem. It was also one of the reasons he was such a good violin player. Once he saw any piece of music his mind was like a steel trap never letting anything go.

"Listen here pipsqueak," Stephanie said with a sneer as she looked down at her younger brother, "I don't care what Mom said don't you dare think to come find me or Andy while we are in school. We so run in better groups than you do," she said with the undertones of arrogance.

"Yeah, we have reputations to live up to," Andy said shooting his sister a coy smile.

"Come on, we have people to see Andy," Stephanie said flipping her flaming red hair over her shoulder. Looping her arm around her older brother's their laughter filling the air as they walked off.

Two and a half years later...

"Mr. Warlick?" Cody's music director said peering over the rim of her glasses. His heart raced as those soft brown eyes gazed at him. Ever since he had started high school he's had a crush on his music teacher.

"Yes, Ms. Davis?"

"Please," her slender finger beckoning him to her desk on the other side of that large auditorium style room, "I rather not speak across the room," she said setting down her pen as the other students packed up their instruments. Quickly wiping down his violin before placing it gently into its case. Snapping the buckles into place before heading over to his teachers desk. "Cody, why haven't you turned in your permission form yet?" Ms. Davis whispered low. She didn't want him to miss out on this chance to visit one of the most prestigious music schools in the city. Ever since she had heard him play (hiding out in the shadows as he played by himself during the walkthrough two and half years ago), she knew Cody could be one of the best. That is why she had been pushing him so hard over the past two years. So that when the time came he could awe and astound all those that had the privilege to hear the sweet melodies that he could produce.

"Umm," Cody rubbed the back of his neck as he felt his cheeks heat. Ever since starting high school he and his parents had drifted apart. Cody couldn't put his finger on it, but something was off with his family. He found it odd that his full ride brother and sister still lived at home since they started college; and ever since his father banished him to the shed for his love of playing that awfully expensive violin. Cody lost interest in what happened in their private lives as they had done with him so long ago. "Ms. Davis do you really need it?" Cody asked dreading asking his mother or father.

"Of course I do! I can't very well take one of my students off school grounds without his/hers parents approval. Now, I expect you to have the form on my desk tomorrow or I will take it that you must remain here next week," Ms. Davis said sternly.

"Okay," Cody sighed.

"Good. Because there is someone there I want you to meet, and I know if he hears you play just once you'll be a shoe in for one of the limited spots at that school," Ms. Davis said reaching over taking hold of his hand, "Cody, this school can launch your career. I know with that talent of yours every orchestra will be fighting just to get you."

"Really?!" Cody said trying to keep his eyes focused on his teachers face and not on those lovely breasts of hers.

"Oh yes, I even sent him a recording of your solo you preformed last year when we went to competition. He was so ecstatic that you would be apart of the group that would be visiting his school. So please, get that form signed I want the best for you," Ms. Davis said her eyes burning bright.

"Okay, I'll see if they can be bothered to sign it," Cody said not wishing to disappoint his music teacher.

Unbeknownst to Cody at that very moment at the Warlick household. What had been taking place since Andy turned eighteen was going full swing in Stephanie's bedroom.

"God, this is one tight cunt," Daniel grunting as he rammed his cock hard into his daughter's cunt, "you like having us split roast you, don't you?" he asked spanking his daughter's ass.

"Mmmhmm," Stephanie muttered around her brother's cock.

"Yeah, take that cock," Andy grunted hard as he face fucked his sister, "so Dad, how about we switch," he said not overly fond of sloppy seconds.

"There you are!" Mariah huffed crossing her arms below her naked breasts. She would have thought her son would have been in her room by now not tag teaming his sister. She had been waiting for this day where she could spend the day in the arms of her strapping first born. "Andy, why don't you leave your sister and come fuck me," she cooed using that very same seductive voice she had first used to seduce her son.

"I think he wants a someone younger than you," Stephanie smirked cruelly at her mother. Knowing this was what she had been after since they brought her into their little fun. She always had a grudge against her mother once she found out that she was able to experience both of the studs that inhabited their home.

"Don't you dare speak to me in that tone!" Mariah growled.

"Mariah, why don't you just go back to your room and play with that toy you always use," Daniel said cruelly.

"Fuck you Daniel!" Mariah spat.

"There's the woman I've had the pleasure to know for the past twenty years," Daniel said rolling his eyes.

"Don't worry Mom when I'm done with him I'll be sure to send him to you once I drain every ounce of cum from my brother," Stephanie said with a sinister smirk.

"God! How did you turn into such a bitch!" Mariah shouted slamming the door behind her.

"I learned from the best!" Stephanie yelled so her mother could hear her as Mariah stomped towards the room she had taken up since her and her husbands falling out.

Mariah and Daniel knew they both had far too much to lose with a divorce. So they continued on letting the world believe they had a happy marriage, yet all she wanted to do was strangle Daniel on the good days. Throwing open her walk-in closet door, snatching her light pink silk robe off of the hook. Shoving her arms into the sleeves, yet she couldn't deny the fact she needed to be fucked. It was hard enough to sneak Andy into her room at night when Cody was home. It was why they had taken to the days Andy was off from college so that Cody would never find out. However, now she wondered if her youngest child could ease her itch. She knew if she just showed an ounce of attention to her youngest son, that the boy would be so eager for her affection.

"Fine! If Andy wants to keep fucking her fine! That boy better not think he's going to get off scoot free this time," Mariah huffed angrily, "I'm not some whore he can just blow off and keep thinking he can keep fucking me and this wonderful pussy," she said staring at her trimmed bush in the full-length mirror. A smirk graced her lips running her fingers through her ginger hair wondering how Cody would like the view of her body. Alternating lifting each of her breasts knowing while they sagged slightly they were still firm and eager for a man's lips to be wrapped around them. To feel the warmth of his mouth soaking into her skin as he sucked on her nipples. Mariah began to salivate at the idea of having her youngest sucking on her breasts once again. "No sir. I do wonder how that ego of his is going to take it that he has been replaced by someone younger, although not as attractive but ten times smarter than he could ever hope to be." Looking over at the clock knowing their driver should be arriving soon with her son in tow. Tying a knot in the belt of her robe before exiting her room. She wanted to be in position to welcome her son home.

"Thanks Greg," Cody said as the sedan pulled to a stop, since it was only him that was still in private school it wasn't cost affective to drive the limo into the city just for him. Plus, Cody wasn't all that thrilled to show off the wealth that his family had, not that he had to worry about such things given the private school catered to the rich that dwelled within the city. Yet he wasn't flashy maybe that was why he never truly got along with the other rich kids that went to that school.

"Not a problem Cody," Greg said looking at his charge in the rear-view mirror, "so are you keeping up with your practice?"

"Of course," Cody said smiling broadly.

"Good. So when's the next concert?" Greg asked taking an interest in the young man. He had seen how his parents had treated the young man throughout his life. He found it wrong and reprehensible. Greg just couldn't understand why have a child if you weren't ever going to love them as they should be? So since his own parents couldn't bother to bring themselves to take an interest in the boy. He and his wife made sure to fill that void underneath the nose of his employer. Not that he wanted to lose his cushy job, yet the risk was worth it.

"Next month. Oh! I almost forgot!" Cody said digging into his bookbag. Pulling out a cd he had made for Greg. "I know you and Mary might not be able to make it this time, so I thought I'd give you a recording of what we would be playing next month," he said handing Greg the disk.

"Oh Mary will love this!" Greg said smiling at the boy.

"Sweet!" Cody said blushing at the only man that had praised him for his gift in music.

"Now you best run in," Greg said opening up the case, "you eat something you hear?!"

"Yes sir," Cody said flashing Greg a toothy smile as he exited the car, "Oh! I think Mary would like "Summer" when she hears it. It's one of the three solos I'll be preforming for the concert next month."

"I be sure to tell her," Greg said before Cody shut the door. Walking into his home Cody heard some strange noises coming from upstairs.

"What the fuck?!" Cody whispered low as he set down his bookbag and violin case. Wiggling out of his coat wondering what was going on up there as he hung up his coat in the side closet. If he didn't know any better he would say someone was jumping on their bed, and he knew his mother would never allow such a thing to take place in her house. He himself had earned her scorn for daring to do such a childish thing when he was ten. Shaking his head at the noise he had things to do, a concert to prepare for Cody just didn't have the time to be sidetracked about such things.

"Hello Cody," Mariah said leaning against the marble counter sipping on her tea as her son walked into the kitchen. "How was school today?" she asked in her best motherly voice.

"Fine. Same as always," Cody said arching an eyebrow as he placed his case on the counter of the island before heading towards the refrigerator. Opening up the door searching for the one thing he was looking forward to once he got home. Sighing when someone had eaten the last of the pudding cups. The door closed in a loud kiss knowing Andy had purposely ate the last one. His brother knew how he liked to indulge in that sweet snack once he got home from school. Sending his condolences to his stomach for his brother's constant usurping of his joy. "Jocks being jocks, snobs being snobs everyday life for a high schooler," Cody said shooting his mother a look at the last part.

"You know," Mariah said bring the steaming cup to her lips, "it has been some time since the last time I heard you play."

"Yeah, eight years flies by don't it?" Cody said rolling his eyes.

"That it does," Mariah said nodding ignoring the vague insult. "How about you play your mother something, hmm?"

"I don't know, I got a lot of stuff to do," Cody said reaching for the handle of his violin case.

"Please baby, just one song," Mariah said feigning interest. Hoping that some where in that mind of his Cody would fall for her ploy.

"One song, and I can go about my evening?" Cody asked unsure about his mother's motives. Knowing how he could count the number of times she actually took a vested interest in his music on one hand.

"Of course," Mariah said with a curt nod, "I know you hide out in the shed because of your father made you, so I've missed out on how you improved over the years."

"And it's not that far of a walk Mom, no one was keeping you from poking your head in every once in a while," Cody said not entirely sure what his mother was playing at.

"I know sweetheart, humor me please?" Mariah said batting her eyelashes at him. "I promise from now on I'll make it a habit of visiting you out there as often as I can," she said laying on her charm.

"Alright," Cody said plainly. Popping the latches on his case, his mind raced for a piece of music he could play and not keeping him there for minutes longer then need be. He wasn't about to play her the song he had chosen for his audition he hoped to get to attend that school. No. His mother wasn't that deserving to hear such a treat. He needed something quick and fast. A smile formed of his lips as the song popped into his mind as he gently lifted the bow and the violin from the velvet lining of the case. Backing away from the island to give him room for the rapid movements of Antonio Vivaldi's "Summer." Blowing out a steady breath as he brought his violin up to his chin, tapping his foot to set the tempo before the bow hummed across the strings.

Mariah's eyes grew wide as she heard those crisp, clear notes. The masterful way he moved the bow, how quick his finger movements were as they flew across the fret board. Watching how her son moved as he struck certain notes. The way that melody made her heart quicken as if she herself was within that swirling storm of musical notes. She hadn't prepared herself for how well her son was playing. It reminded her of the times when she and Daniel would visit the opera, or whichever visiting orchestra was in town before they had children.

"Well, would you look at that," Stephanie said in awe with Andy and her father in tow behind her as the last notes died away.

"Finally good at something, huh?" Andy asked with a lopsided grin.

"As to what? Tossing a misshapen ball made from a pigskin from one end of a field to another," Cody retorted. Cody stood on the tips of his toes as his brother lifted him up by his shirt Andy had balled in his fist while his other one was posed to bash his little brother's nose in. "Do go on big man, show them how big and strong you are," he said taunting his brother to act like the muscle-bound jock that he was.

"Yes," Mariah said narrowing her eyes at her first born, "punch your brother in full view of your parents all because you don't have the wit to counteract Cody's words," she said cutting Andy to the bone with that fork tongue of hers.

"Well, I think you don't need to be out in that shed any more," Daniel said pulling his eldest son off of his younger one, "this house could use some living up," he said pushing his son behind him.

"Nah, I rather stay in the shed," Cody said packing up his violin, "that was all you wanted right?" he asked looking up at his mother.

"Yes," Mariah nodded, "thank you, for playing for me sweetheart I really enjoyed it. Maybe next time you'll play me something a little longer and a tad bit slower. I want to experience this master that lives within this house," she said shooting Andy a burning glare.

"So not going to happen," Cody thought to himself as he closed up his case.

"Wait Cody!" Stephanie said racing out the door behind him. She knew her mother was up to something. Whatever it was she was determined to steal it from her.

"What now?!" Cody sighed heavily trying not to let the cold get to him.

"Why don't you come back inside and play for me? I only got to hear the end of your song. Don't you think it's unfair that you let Mom watch you play and not your adorable sister," Stephanie said flashing her brother a smile that made many a teenage boy bend to her will. Yet all the while feeling her father's and brother's cum leaking out of her cunt.

"Not interested," Cody said coldly before continuing on his trek towards the shed.

"Crash and burn," Mariah sneered from behind her daughter.

"Please," Stephanie said flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned towards her mother sticking her nose into the air as she sashayed back into the house. "I'm only just getting started. Cody will come around."

"Of course, he will sweetheart. Who can say no to this hot little body you got," Daniel said leering at his daughter.

"Ugh! Can you get any more disgusting!" Mariah said sickened at the sight. Her daughter didn't know her father like she did, sooner or later she too would learn of her husbands wandering eye. That was the very thin straw that broke the proverbial camels back.

"Thank you, Daddy! Don't listen to her," Stephanie said sticking her tongue out at her mother as she hugged her father.

"You know why don't the two of you get the fuck out of my house!" Mariah said as she climbed the stairs.

"She can't do that can she?!" Stephanie asked fearfully. She had no wish to leave the luxury she had grown quite fond of.

"I'm afraid she can. This is her house, everything we live on is through her," Daniel said wondering if he had pushed his wife to far this time.

"I'll go and see if I can't soften her mood," Andy said running his hand through his hair. He was still thrown by his little brother's remarks. He hadn't expected his brother to fight back albeit verbally as to the fist fights he got into when he was younger. He was never good with words. His mind didn't work like that.

"See what you can do, if you can't well I'll see what hotels are vacant at this time of night," Daniel said chewing on his lip.

"Mom," Andy said knocking on the doorframe as he watched his mother move about her room.

"What the fuck do you want Andy?!"

"Listen Mom I'm sorry I just got carried away," Andy said stepping into her room.

"Uh-huh," Mariah said rolling her eyes as her tight forming sweater slid over her bare breasts.

"I know you're angry. How about I do that thing you like once Cody goes to bed," Andy said trying to get back on his mother's good side.

"You can't talk your way out of the mess you made, Andy. You really don't have the brains for that. Maybe you should have focused some of that on that thing you got in-between your ears instead of on those muscles," Mariah said as she pulled up her form fitting yoga pants, "Although they are very nice to look at, yet a woman," she said finally looking over at her son. "Needs and wants to have an intelligent conversation with someone that can actually hold their own, not little air brain girls that are nothing more then passing fuck toys that some men use," Mariah said cutting down most of her family in one blow. "Now," she said her hips swayed as she approached her son, "you might be pleasant to look at, but don't ever think you are irreplaceable," Mariah said smacking Andy's left cheek three times. "Now get the fuck out of my room," she said after placing a kiss on his right cheek.

"I take it, it didn't go as you hoped?" Daniel asked when his son joined them in the den.

"No, but I don't think she's kicking us out yet," Andy said releasing a pent-up breath.

"Fuck! Damn it!" Cody cursed smacking his forehead when he had all but forgotten to get his field trip form signed as it stared up at him as he opened his bag. He really didn't want to go back inside. He might be quick with his wit, but that didn't stop a fist from bashing his face in. Cody had seen his brother fight many times and knew he was no match for him. However, he wanted to go, he needed to be on that bus next week. There would be no better chance he would get than actually talking to the director before the rush of auditions flooded the school for next year's incoming students. Jumping in surprise by the knock on the door of the shed.

"Cody?" Mariah said sticking her head into the warm interior of the shed. "Oh wow!" she said in awe of how neat and orderly the place was. She had thought it would be a pigsty given how neither she or her husband cared enough to visit that little building. Her eyes running over the space with an approving eye: from the cot that sat nestled against the wall, how Cody had neatly folded the thick blanket at the head of the cot with his pillow sitting on top of it, to the stacks of music books, sheet music books that sat ever so in the corner of the wall in alphabetical order, to the hum of his mini fridge, to the gust of hot air that flowed out of the vents of the heater, and the three music stands that dominated the space. "Do you mind if I come in?"

"Do what you want?" Cody said shrugging his shoulders.

"Please sweetheart, don't talk like that," Mariah said closing the door behind her, "I really do want to hear you play some more," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear showing off her body to her youngest son.

"I need you to sign this," Cody said pulling out the form from his backpack.

"Oh? What's this?" Mariah asked taking the piece of paper from Cody.

"My class is going on a field trip next week and I want to go," Cody said holding out a pen for his mother.

"I see," Mariah said quickly scanning down the form. Wondering if she could find a way to join him on this little get away, although she had no idea why they were going to a school and not some educational location. "I'll sign this on one condition," she said peering up from the form.

"Yes?" Cody asked knowing there be some kind of stipulation.

"You have to play Bach's "Chaconne" for me. You can play that piece, yes?" Mariah asked praying that he could. It had been so long since she had heard that piece of music. She always loved it. She would have Greg idle the car whenever it came over the airwaves, all so she could melt away as the song played.

"Yeah," Cody said rubbing the back of his neck. Knowing how that one song was going to tax all his skills he had gained since learning it two summers ago.

"Excellent!" Mariah said exuberantly snatching the pen from Cody's fingers. Quickly scribbling down her name, checking the box that she would be happy to be a chaperone for the trip. "Now whenever you are ready," she said handing the paper to him. Making sure he noticed how her breasts bounced as she walked over to the cot. "Cody, you don't mind if I use this pillow?" Mariah asked over her shoulder as she bent over knowing how the yoga pants were showing off her ass and detailing the shape of her mound.

"No," Cody said adverting his gaze, yet his eyes wandered back to what stood before him.

"When you are ready sweetheart," Mariah said using the blanket and pillow as cushioning as she rested against the wall. Resting her right leg on the cot, while her left heel rested on the metal pole of the cot giving her son an unobstructed view of her peach. Her eyes followed after him as gathered his violin and his bow. Slightly perplex as to why her son wasn't using sheet music. She knew how exceedingly difficult that song was. "Surely, he can't know it by heart?" she asked herself, watching as her son centered herself before he begun to play.

Her fingers softly covered her lips as her son reached the halfway point without a single mistake. Her mind raced back to when her favorite violinist visited the city before Cody was born. The way her son played reminded her so much of that very gifted woman. Mariah leaped from her seat giving her son a standing ovation when her son had finished. Not even her favorite violinist could play that movement so beautifully as her son had just done. She was really rethinking her actions over the past eighteen years. She thought Andy would rise to her expectations, yet it would seem her youngest would be her golden goose. Sure Andy might be talented at playing a game, nevertheless, Andy didn't have an ounce of skill that it took to master that song compared to Cody. No, Andy was too stuck on instant gratification if it didn't involve football. Not that she could blame him she knew he be drafted very soon.

"That was so wonderful, Cody! Why didn't you tell me you had become so talented?!" Mariah asked throwing her arms around her son's neck pressing her breasts into his chest as his violin bumped against his leg.

"I don't brag Mom, it's not my style," Cody said feeling awkward as the hug lingered.

"Well, I for one am so, so sorry for not taking the time to appreciate the skill you have grown all on your own," Mariah said smiling warmly at him as she pushed away from him. "Now I'll let you practice, I'll come get you once Gene has dinner ready," she said placing a kiss on the corner of Cody's mouth.

Once his mother was out the door Cody wasted no time wiping the spot clean. He could care less if he pleased his mother. He took more stock of Greg's and Mary's praises than what his mother said. For to long she and the rest of them had ignored him. Treated him like he didn't exist only making sure he had the minimum except for his prized violin.

"Steph?" Andy said sticking his head into his sister's room.

"Hey handsome," Stephanie smiling at him as she laid on her stomach on her bed surfing through her Facebook app.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Andy asked stepping into her room.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" Stephanie asked arching an eyebrow. She didn't want to hurt her brother's feelings. She knew he could rattle off football plays in his sleep yet couldn't tell her what started the black plague.

"So you think so too," Andy sighed hanging his head.

"Baby, if you don't want to be called stupid that's very easy to fix," Stephanie said setting down her phone, "now tell me who called you stupid?"

"Mom."

"Ah, don't take anything she says to heart she is just mad because you'd rather fuck me than her loose cunt," Stephanie said cruelly.

Andy kept his mouth shut keeping the fact that their mother was tighter than she was to himself. He knew how his sister was quick to use that mouth of hers. He had already been berated once tonight he wasn't about to get another tongue lashing and lose his access to fucking her. He knew he was going to have to jump through hoops just to fuck his mother again. Andy wasn't about to do so with his younger sister. Stephanie was already full of herself given how their father spoiled her rotten. Their conversation came to a stop as they heard the rushing of feet coming down the hall. Andy turned in time to see Cody dashing into the bathroom.

"No more school chilly dogs," Cody sighed as he exited the bathroom only to have his face smash into his brother's hard chest.

"Yeah, those things gave me the runs too," Andy said looking down at his brother. Watching how his brother's eyes darted to and fro as Cody's hand sought out the door handle to lock him back inside of the bathroom. "Relax man," Andy said holding up his hands, "I just wanted to talk."

"What about?" Cody said with a shaky voice not believe a word.

"Tutoring," Andy said matter-of-fact.

"Umm... you sure you want me to tutor you?" Cody asked perplexed.

"That's right," Andy nodded he wasn't going to have his own mother call him stupid ever again. "Plus if you help me, I can help you put some muscle on you that is if you want that kind of body."

"I'm quite fine with the way I look," Cody said looking up at his brother, "give me twenty bucks an hour and you got yourself a deal," he said not really wanting to tutor his older brother.

"Deal!" Andy said clapping his brother on the shoulder.

"Kids! Dinner!" Mariah called up once their chef was done.

"So Cody have you done any concerts yet?" Daniel asked once dinner got underway finally taking an interest now that his youngest son was intriguing.

"Yeah, tons of them you all just never cared to ask," Cody said coldly as he buttered his roll.

"Well..." Daniel becoming red face at the tone of his son's voice.

"We are sorry sweetheart for not noticing this beforehand," Mariah said resting her hand over her son's as she sat beside Cody. "I'd like to know when your next one is. I can't wait to see you command the stage with that skill of yours," she said bumping his shoulder.

"No she doesn't," Stephanie said cutting in. She wasn't going to allow her mother to have her way. She was going to have her brother before her mother. "She just saying that to make you feel good," she said shooting her mother a look.

"I am not!" Mariah said becoming defensive, "obviously you don't know what talent is," she said pointing her fork at her daughter. "Then again you did have to sleep your way through high school just to get a passing grade." Cody paid no heed to their words as he cut up his slice of prime rib. Although the dinner show was quite entertaining. "All you are is just a spoiled little brat now that the attention isn't on you anymore. I do wonder how you are going to survive out there in the real world when you can no longer access your trust fund?"

"Mom! You wouldn't!" Stephanie said aghast at the thought of losing all that money. "You wouldn't let her do this, right?" she asked looking at her father.

"Sorry sweetness, but you do rely too much on that account when you don't get your way," Daniel said as he speared the cut green beans with his fork.

"You can't do that!" Stephanie screeched.

"Actually I can, and I will. I am under no obligation on supporting the two of you anymore. You are adults it's high time you started acting like it," Mariah said darkly enjoying the power she held over her greedy children, "that goes for you too," she said shooting her husband a glance.

"Man, what a family I have," Cody said to himself as chewed on the bite of prime rib. He knew if anyone ever viewed their casual dinner conversations they would run for the hills. Yet then again this was normal for his family. Cody wondered just how they became like this? Why everything they did had to be a jab at one another? Why they couldn't just act like a normal family? However, he knew they would never change.

"So," Mariah said leaning in placing her hand high on Cody's inner thigh causing him to jump in his seat, "when is your next concert? I don't want to miss the chance to see what you can do when you have a full orchestra behind you."

"N-next month," Cody stammered.

"Excellent," Mariah whispered into his ear. Giving Cody's thigh a light squeeze as her lips brushed against his cheek as she placed a kiss on it. "I wouldn't miss it."

"Cody," Daniel said cutting in, "your mother and I are hosting a party next Friday, would you be interested in performing for our guest?"

"Nope," Cody said quickly. He had no wish to be around stuck up old snobs for hours on end.

"Please Cody," Stephanie said batting her eyelashes at him, "I'd would really like to be able to dance to such wonderful music," she lied she hated classical music. She thought it belonged in days gone by, yet she was determined to beat her mother. If she could get her little brother to break, then she could lord it over her mother; also she knew once he had a taste of what her pussy felt like he would never fall for her mother.

"No," Cody said once again. He had no interest in hang out on a Friday with them. His practice was far more important than what they wanted.

"Please do," Mariah said starting to rub her son's thigh, "just think of it all those people in awe of your greatness, and don't you want to show up your father?" she whispered low into his ear, "plus, Mr. Atwood will be there, and you know he owns the Seamore opera house and the second biggest orchestra in town. Don't you think having him see you preform would be a benefit for you?" she asked seeing her son's eyes glance over at her. Keeping her smile hidden knowing she had found his weakness, not that she could blame him. It would appear her youngest son had his mind set on his future it was better than what she could say about her other children. "I'm sure once he hears you play he be willing to put in a word for you, maybe even hire you straight out just so you can play for him. I know he doesn't like competition not when someone as gifted as you could boost whichever orchestra you get signed to if that is your goal in all of this," Mariah said smiling as she took a sip of her wine.

Cody thought for a long moment. This was so not like his mother she never went out of her way to ensure he got the best, nor did his father ever ask for him to play for him or his guest. Yet could he truly pass up this chance? He knew of the orchestra the man owned. Cody had snuck off a few times just to go hear them play. To see the skills of those that had what it took to make it into such bands. That was one of the reasons he had learned to play Bach's "Chaconne." He knew if he could play that than he could be on par with anyone that was seeking a spot in whichever orchestra he was trying out for. With all the ranges he had to play just to preform that movement than whichever director he played for would know he had the skills needed to be in said orchestra.

"You sure Mr. Atwood is going to be there?" Cody asked with all sincerity.

"Oh yes," Mariah nodded, "he never misses one of our parties. I know if you play Bach's "Chaconne" as beautifully as you did for me during it he would be as impressed with you as I was," she said lightly brushing her index finger along her son's groin. "Also with our guest you know they are bound to gossip like little hens around the city. So you my boy will be on the lips of those that matter for quite some time; and I think that is what you are after, are you not?" Mariah asked with a pointed look.

"I'll do it on one condition," Cody said sternly.

"Which is?" Daniel asked with an intrigued look.

"I get to choose which songs I play," Cody said not budging an inch on his stipulation.

"Of course dear, it would be wrong for us to dictate what songs you should play given you are the musician here," Mariah said leaning into her son allowing his arm to rest in-between her breast, "All I ask is that you put Bach's "Chaconne" on the list. I love that song and it makes me so happy to know that you can play it so splendidly. As well as I know Mr. Atwood would be astounded to know that someone so young as yourself has mastered such a song," she whispered into her son's ear. Glancing out of the corner of her eye noticing her daughter's look. Smirking evilly knowing how her daughter wasn't getting her way like she normally did. It occurred to her that Cody's refusal was the first time a man ever said no to her, and that in itself all the more pleasing to her.

"I have so much to do," Cody said more so to himself than anyone there. Now more so then ever he needed to practice ensuring he performed at his best.

"Mmm... yes, why don't you go get your violin and practice in the house while the rest of us finish dinner," Mariah said lustfully fighting herself not to nibble on Cody's earlobe.

"Yes, hearing such splendid music will greatly enhance this lovely meal," Daniel nodded in support.

"Whatever you are doing it stops right now! Am I clear!" Mariah growled her finger stabbing the table once Cody was out of earshot.

"If you can't handle a little competition..." Stephanie's words died in her throat once her mother's gaze turned murderous. "Yes Mom," she said feeling two inches tall under her mother's gaze. Yet that didn't mean she couldn't work in secret.

"Good. And lose that damn attitude of yours, no one likes a loose pussy," Mariah said smirking at her daughter's gaping mouth, "what didn't think I knew the rumors that's been going around? If you act like a whore you are going to be treated as one," she said peering over the rim of her wine glass.

"God! You're such a bitch!" Stephanie said trying not to tear up.

"Then you shouldn't try and take what is mine," Mariah said coldly, "then I wouldn't treat my own daughter as an enemy; and I crush my enemies for good. So chose wisely on what you do next. I'm not apprehensive in cutting off my daughter and making her live like the common people. I do wonder how you are ever going to make it in the work place with no experience and afford the tuition of your school," she said letting her daughter know what awaited her if she continued to oppose her.​