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The Hot Tub Blues

Author comment: Another author posted this story at XNXX under the title “Hot Tub Party” without my knowledge or permission. One of my readers from another site notified me and I had the story pulled as an infringement of copyright law. But, since the story seemed to be fairly popular, I am submitting it again under the original author’s name and title. So those of you who enjoyed it may keep enjoying it.
Thanks.
Bob
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The Hot Tub Blues
by Lubrican
Jodie wondered how things had ended up like they had. She was at once surprised, horrified, elated and … yes … horny. She had just taken a shower and was sitting on the john drying her hair, wondering what to do next. She stared between her legs. Yes, there was definitely sperm oozing out of her pussy. She knew it was there, of course, and hadn’t washed it out in the shower. But now, she wondered whether she should have done so. She thought back to the beginning of the night – the most important night of her young life – prom night.
As I got ready for the prom, I tried to decide what to wear. Not my gown, but what to wear under my gown. I was going to the dance with Ron Harris. That was OK, though I wasn’t really super impressed with him. But he’d asked me and he was the captain of the football team, so I’d said yes. I knew by his reputation that he’d try to get into my panties, but that definitely wasn’t going to happen. For one thing, I wasn’t on the pill. For another, I was technically a virgin, having shoved only the handle of a hairbrush inside my soft teen pussy before. No, Ron was going home with blue balls tonight. Well, maybe I’d jerk him off, but that was all. I figured I could handle him OK. And my brother, Rob, was going to be at the dance too. In fact we were double dating. That was the only way our parents would let me go, since I was only a sophomore. But Rob was a senior and had his license. Besides, he was pretty cool for a brother.
I finally decided that the gown needed smooth lines, so I went braless and decided on no panties either. I felt deliciously naughty as I slipped on the satin gown and admired my reflection in the mirror. Not too tall, with breasts, but not mountains. My hips had swelled some over the last year and the dress hung on them nicely. Blond hair done up tall and complicated and makeup just right. My sky blue eyes stared at my image and I blew myself a kiss.
The prom was OK. Ron had been drinking before they picked him up and he was too drunk to dance well. Rob had danced with me a couple of times and plenty of other guys had taken their turns too. It was amazing how many guys would desert their dates to dance with me, and even more amazing to me that they’d let their hands slide down to my butt while their dates were watching. Men are such pigs.
Ron had snuck a pint into the dance too. At first I was pissed off about it, but as he got more and more soused, I realized I wouldn’t have to fight for my honor. So after the dance we dumped him off at his house and then went out to eat. We met up with a bunch of my brother’s classmates at the pizza place and suddenly I heard Rob inviting them all to come back to our house to use the hot tub.
Lena, Rob’s date, laughed and said “Robbie, how can we use the hot tub. We aren’t dressed for swimming!” Several of the other girls chimed in, agreeing. Rob wasn’t deterred at all. “We’re all adults here. The water will be warm and who needs a suit anyway?”
There it was. I held my breath as these too cool seniors thought about it. Lacey Henderson was the first to break the silence
“Well, I’m OK with that, but I want to go home and get some jeans or something to dress in after we get out. It won’t be warm then.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Lacey, one of the most popular girls in school, was willing to go skinny dipping in our hot tub with a bunch of other kids!!
But when Lacey said that, the dam burst and soon everyone was planning on meeting up at our house. We went by Lena’s house so she could get some clothes. She came out and her Mom came to the door.
“I told my mom we were going to party in the hot tub. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would be a big deal. But she got all up in arms and says I can’t go. She says I have to stay here since the prom is over.”
She was crying and I actually felt bad for her. Rob took it like a man, though, and we drove off without her.
I thought this might have bummed Rob out, and that the party might now be cancelled, seeing as how he was now date-less. I said as much and he came back with “No way. I invited my friends over and they’re going to get a party they’ll never forget.”
He had no way of knowing how true that statement was.
We finally got home and Rob went into the kitchen to make up some snacks. Our parents were over at the Wilson’s playing cards, and we knew that those games almost always lasted into the wee hours of the morning, so it was no big deal. Besides, even if we were all going to be naked in the hot tub, what could happen in front of everybody else? I told Rob I’d go get the hot tub ready for our party.
“What do you mean OUR party?” he said, looking at me closely. “Little sis, this isn’t OUR party. This is MY party and YOU aren’t invited.”
I just stared at him. “No way, you dork!” I yelled. “I went to the prom and I’m going to get in the hot tub and skinny dip just like everybody else!” My yelling didn’t seem to bother him.
“Jodie,” he said. “Calm down. You can’t do this. Think about it. None of your friends will be there. All of MY friends will be naked. The guys too, Jodie. You don’t want to be naked in front of all those people. And if Mom and Dad get home and find out I let you go naked with a bunch of virtual strangers they’ll KILL me! No way, Jodie, I can’t let you do this. I’m sorry, but no go.” He said it in that way he always talked when there was no way to change his mind.
But I’d been his sister for sixteen years now, and I knew how to handle him. “OK,” I said, sounding miserable. “But this is going to cost you big time.” He muttered something like “Yeah Yeah,” but I wasn’t listening.
I was moving.
While he got snacks ready I did an end run around him by simply going out to the back porch, where the hot tub was, uncovering it, turning on the bubbles, stripping bare and getting in. It was already warm, because Dad has this thing about it being cheaper to keep the water warm than heat it up when it’s cold.
Our hot tub was big. I mean huge. It would hold nine people sitting shoulder to shoulder and it was three feet deep in the middle. It was heated, like I said, and had something like fifteen jets in it. When you turned all of them on at once it made a mini storm and water slopped over the sides sometimes. That was OK, though, because it had an automatic fill thing that added water whenever it was needed. And it had underwater lights. I left them off, though, because I didn’t want anyone to see me.
It was a really nice night. The air was chilly and the water nice and hot. I sat down on the side closest to the house and slid down so my head was almost under water. Rob wouldn’t be able to see me until it was too late.
I must have vegged out because I was startled by a lot of splashing as several people jumped in the tub. The partiers had arrived and were piling in. My plan was going just fine. It was dark, and the lights from the house only hit one side of the hot tub. I was in the shadows.
Then I realized that the two people who had gotten in were boys, John Martin and Fred Dibble to be exact. I slid my head back up for a look and saw their dates standing beside the tub. Both had chickened out and worn bathing suits and both were shivering.
John yelled out “Come on in, the water’s fine.” As he did he stood up. He was naked.
Cindy, John’s date, said “John, you don’t have anything on.”
Fred yelled out “Neither do I. That’s the whole idea!”
About then two more couples arrived. At first they just milled around, seeing the two girls in bikinis. Then John and Fred stood up, showing they were nude and clothing started hitting the ground. I took this opportunity to check out the boys. There was just a yard light in the back yard, but I could see well enough to tell who was circumcised and who wasn’t. I was a little amazed at how big some of those peters were, hanging down and flopping around as the boys moved around. Cindy climbed in the hot tub still wearing her bikini. One of the other girls did the same thing. But all the guys stripped down completely. My brother wasn’t there yet. Pretty soon the hot tub was full of wiggling splashing teenagers. I was still keeping a low profile. I don’t know if they didn’t see me, or just didn’t pay attention to me because I was “just Rob’s little sister”. At any rate, I soon felt smooth wet skin brushing up against mine on both sides of me.
Then I heard Rob as he came out the back door. “I’ve got eats here. I’ll put them beside the spa for whenever anybody gets hungry. I peeked up. Rob was still dressed for the prom. He was peering into the dark spa, trying to see if people were naked or not. I don’t think he could tell, but being a man of action he just started taking things off. Next thing I knew he was standing beside the hot tub, getting ready to get in. For the first time since he was probably ten, I saw him in all his naked glory. I was surprised. He was a hunk! He had those wide shoulders I knew about, and muscles I was well acquainted with because he pushed me around all the time. He had a nice tight little butt, too.
But what I stared at was his prick.
I used that word on purpose. He didn’t have a penis, or a schlong or any of those other words that are all too soft. He had a big fat PRICK. It wasn’t hard or anything, but I knew that if it ever got that way he’d probably pass out from loss of blood. It put all those other cocks I had seen to shame. He wasn’t circumcised, but his foreskin was stretched over a big round knob that hung halfway down to his knee. I heard a couple of the girls gasp when they saw it. He stepped into the spa but all the space was taken up. People shifted, pushing closer together and Rob sank down on the opposite side from me.
“Who all is here?” he said as he settled in. I was safe. It was too dark to see all the faces in the crowded tub and now I was squeezed tight between Fred and Herb. People yelled out their names. I realized that Fred was on one side of me when he called out his name. On the other side was a boy named Herb Johnson. I kept my mouth shut, figuring I had gotten away with it.
Then Fred blew it. “And, of course, Jodie,” he said loudly into the silence.
I heard one of the girls say “Who’s Jodie?” about the same time Rob said “No, Jodie’s in her room.”
I elbowed Fred hard. Instead of getting the idea he yelped and poked back, sliding his elbow across my breasts.
“Jodie is Rob’s sister and she’s sitting right beside me.”
Men are such pigs.
Now Rob was crossing the pool. He peered into the darkness between Fred and Herb. “Jodie?” he said in this voice I hated. I slumped down until only my nose was above the water. “Who is that?” he said as he got closer. Fred moved. Herb moved. Water sloshed and I got a snoot full. I came up coughing and gasping. “Jodie! I told you you couldn’t come out here. Now GET OUT!” he yelled.
I was so mad I wanted to scream. But I knew I’d start crying and I didn’t want to do that. So, with all the dignity I could muster, I put my feet on the bottom and stood up. Boy that air was cold! I felt my nipples stiffen up.
Oh, I don’t think I mentioned my nipples. For some reason only a geneticist could tell, I have these … odd … nipples. While my breasts are only the size of soft balls, when I get excited my nipples grow and grow and grow until they stick out almost an inch. The first time it happened I was playing with them. It felt good and I didn’t pay attention until they had grown so long I noticed them. I almost panicked. I thought I had maimed myself or something. Then it occurred to me that they felt just fine. Now I loved to play with them and pull on them. Anyway, I stood up, ready to climb out and my nipples went to attention in the cold air.
A boy hissed “Look at those tits!” That was followed by “Ooof” as his date elbowed him, but a circle of male faces suddenly leaned toward me. I realized that with all of them sitting down, the yard light was showing me – a lot. I looked at my brother. He was sitting there slack jawed, staring at my breasts. After all, he hadn’t seen me naked since he was ten either. I had grown a lot.
Suddenly he burst into action, standing up. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me under the water “Get back down,” he hissed. Now he and I were in the middle of the hot tub, surrounded by his naked and not so naked friends.
“Make up your mind,” I growled back.
Fred called out “Oh let her stay, Rob. She can come back over here and sit by me.” He sounded like he was grinning and I heard another “Ooof” as his date elbowed him again.
Another boy said “No way – she has to go.: There was a pause and he went on. “Because I want to see her ass as she gets out.” He laughed and his date pushed him under. Several of the other guys said I could come and sit on their laps and I thought Rob was going to have a heart attack.
Oddly it was the girls who saved me. Cindy stood up and said “Well if Rob’s little sister is naked in this hot tub I guess I’ll join the crowd.” It got real quiet as she untied her bikini top and let it slide off her breasts. She whirled it around and let it fly off into the yard. Then she bent over and came up with the bottoms, doing the same thing. All the other girls who were still clothed joined in and soon the hot tub was full of naked frolicking teenagers.
It degenerated into a game of grab ass and soon water was splashing all over. I felt someone grab me from behind and start pulling me to one side.
I got scared at first and twisted around to see who it was. My wet skin slid in his hands and about the same time I realized it was Rob I realized my naked front was now in full contact with HIS naked front. His eyes widened as he felt my nips poking into his chest. He must have felt his prick pushing into my nest. I know I did.
Anyway, he kept me moving until I was against the side of the pool and he turned his back to me, pinning me against the side. His arms went out and I realized he was PROTECTING me!!
He was keeping all the guys from copping feels of his little sister. It was sweet in a way. And, he had to fight them off too! Several of them were trying to reach around him to get to me.
It was all in fun, of course. I think they were just trying to give Rob a hard time. But I hugged him close and now that tight butt of his was pushing against me and my breasts were smashed against his back. My arms were around him and I was holding on to his abdomen right at the place where his pubic hair started. I had never hugged a naked man before, and I had to admit that this felt pretty good! His skin was all soft and slick and his back rubbed my nipples REALLY nicely as he moved.
I still have no idea what made me do it.
Maybe I wanted to tease him.
Maybe I was curious.
Maybe I wanted to keep him off balance so he wouldn’t kick me out.
At any rate, I let one hand slide down and I grasped that PRICK of his firmly.
He froze. My other hand slid up to his chest, to pull him against my breasts, and I realized he wasn’t breathing. Then he gave a shudder as several things happened almost at once. First I felt his prick begin to swell in my hand. Second he took a big deep breath. And third his hand went down and slapped my hand away from his cock.
I just acted like nothing had happened and moved the hand to his hip.
Things began to calm down. People began to return to their places around the tub. Rob turned around, pushed himself a little away from me and leaned in to whisper “Jodie, you shouldn’t be here.”
I whispered back “Well I am here, so get over it.” Then, to keep him off balance I reached between his legs and grabbed him again. “And don’t give me a hard time either or you’ll be sorry.”
Then I realized the pun, because now his dick was at least half hard and getting harder in my hand. I laughed…and squeezed. I felt so wicked. I didn’t want to push it though, so I let go and whispered again “Come on Robbie, I just want to have a little fun on prom night. I’ll be good, I promise.”
He just stared at me for a minute and then said “OK. But you’re staying with me. And stay under the water. You’ll start a riot otherwise.”
Then he turned around and announced. “OK, I’ll let her stay, but hands off. She’s my sister. She’s staying with me.”
I heard a girl say “Thank goodness,” under her breath and felt a thrill as I realized I was actually attractive enough to be a threat to these older girls.
So I ended up sitting beside my brother, stark naked, my hand lying on his thigh (I wonder how that happened?) as we all chatted and talked about school, after-school plans and all kinds of stuff.
It was about 20 minutes later that four more couples arrived.
Now it was crowded in the spa. So crowded that the boys decided that the girls would have to sit on their laps to make room for the new folks. Imagine that. Men are such pigs.
And that’s how I ended up sitting on my brother’s lap. Well, mostly on his lap. You see there was this problem. There was something sticking up from his lap that kept me from sitting ON his lap. When I tried to sit down his prick poked me in the butt. He gasped and I giggled. So then he reached down and pushed his cock down so I could sit down. Now I had eight inches of hard cock between my butt cheeks. As I sat, my legs floated up and spread just a little, and the head of his dick came to rest right on my pussy lips. His arms went around me, grasping my stomach, to keep me from floating away.
I couldn’t help it. I squirmed.
Now I want to take just a minute here to explain something. I’d never thought of my brother as a “sexual” being before. I hadn’t lusted after him since I was ten or any of that crap. He was cool, and he was handsome, but I’d never had even one tiny little glimmer in my mind about incest or anything crazy like that.
But he felt so good under me. And his skin was so nice. And I DID love him. And I was with all these popular older kids, and they were accepting me as one of them. So I didn’t plan it, but it just sort of happened. I wiggled, and it felt nice, so I wiggled some more.
There wasn’t anything Rob could do. The newcomers stripped down and climbed in, and it was all splashy and everything again until they got settled. In the process I squirmed against his dick and it felt soooo good pushing and rubbing against my pussy lips.
He got harder and harder and I could feel him breathing on the back of my neck. He was breathing harder than before. “Jodie…” he groaned. I spread my legs a little more, enough that I could reach between them with one hand. I found the head of his wonderful hard PRICK and pushed it between my pussy lips. I had one finger on my clit and I started stroking the head of his dick with one finger.
I know I shouldn’t have, but it felt so GOOD.
Then my brother’s hands slid up my ribs and onto my breasts. I sighed as I felt his hands slide over my sensitive nips. It occurred to me that I was going to have an orgasm, and quite soon at that. Then I wondered what to do because I couldn’t let all these kids know I was cumming.
Then I thought “What if Rob shoots? Will his stuff float? If it does will they see it?” I looked around and realized that it was pretty quiet. That’s because the earlier grab ass had turned into serious petting and necking. I could see couples pasted together, kissing, touching. One girl was moving up and down in a very suspicious manner. I heard several voices say things like “Mmmmmm” and “Ohhhh” and “Ooooh that feels good.”
I knew what they meant. It DID feel good. I focused back on my brother’s nice hard cock rubbing my pussy and his hands sliding back and forth on my breasts.
And that’s when I decided to do it.
I could tell my orgasm was close, and I just knew it would be better if that nice hard dick was in me … just a little. So I leaned forward and lifted up. I caught Rob by surprise. Maybe he thought things had gone too far and I was getting off of him. Anyway I reached down between my legs, grabbed his now monster boner, which was standing straight up, notched the head between my pussy lips, and sat back down. I sat down hard too. Splashed water all over the place. I muffled a groan as what felt like a baseball bat slid up into me. I heard Rob take a big deep breath.
I only slid onto it about half way. It just wouldn’t go in any farther. So I leaned back against him, about three or four inches higher than I had been, and just sat there, feeling my very first prick inside me, wondering if it was going to kill me.
I have to admit it was pretty uncomfortable at first. It wasn’t exactly painful. Maybe “different” is a better word. Anyway, the urge to cum had passed, but I wasn’t about to pull back off of him. That was just the stubborn part of me, not the incestuous part.
So I just tried to lean back against him and relax. And you know what? As I did I felt myself slide onto him a little bit more. I began to pay attention to the muscles he was spreading apart. I clenched this muscle and then that one and then tried to relax each of them. Suddenly I found some muscles that if I relaxed them I slid even farther onto him.
He was panting into my neck now. I heard him make this little whimper “Oh shit” and I can’t explain it, but somehow I knew that meant that he was really glad his prick was where it was, even though we both knew it shouldn’t be there. It made me feel really good emotionally.
The couple next to us started moving around in the water. I glanced over and saw that she was on her hands and knees on the seat and he was in the middle of the tub behind her. He was lunging toward her and drawing back. He was fucking her right there next to us!
Then the waves they were causing hit us and I rocked back and forth.
WOW!
When Rob’s dick moved in me it felt REALLY, REALLY GOOD! He must have thought so too because he groaned again. Now I went with the flow of the waves being caused by all the activity in the pool. I ended up sliding up and down on my brother’s pole and my orgasm came right back.
“Ooooooh,” I moaned and I felt all those new muscles start to do little flurries all around that wonderful hard PRICK that was now jammed up inside me. The orgasm washed over me and I bit my lip to keep from yelling.
Rob moaned “Jodie…” and then his hands left my breasts and went to my hips. He pulled me the last inch onto his rampant cock and I felt it swell inside me. Then it jerked and something nice and warm and wet squirted into my pussy. I wanted it to squirt forever.
Then it was over. Well, not over actually, but we were still again. His thing was still stuck up inside me and I leaned back against him, relaxing in the warm water. My mind was a whirl. I had just had sex … with my brother … and he had shot off inside me. I didn’t know what to think.
So I asked myself some questions: Did I love him? Yes, of course I loved him. Did he hurt me? No, quite the contrary, he made me feel really good. Was I pregnant? Probably not. My last period had been almost four weeks ago. Would the world approve? No, but then the world didn’t have to know, now did it? What was he feeling? I didn’t know. Would we do it again?
I sure hoped so.
As much as I hated to do it, I leaned forward and pulled off of him. I heard him sigh as he pulled free. Then I turned around and leaned in close to whisper.
“Thank you,” I said very quietly.
“Really?” he whispered back.
“Oh yeah,” I said and I kissed him very quickly on the mouth.
Then, since everyone was otherwise engaged I stood up and announced “You guys are grossing me out! I’m going in to get something to drink.”
Rob stood up too. “Um…I’ll go with you sis.”
I don’t think anybody even knew we were gone. We walked naked to the back door and then inside. I took his hand and pulled him toward my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” he whispered loudly.
“What do you THINK I’m doing you dork?” I whispered back. “I want to do that again.”
As soon as I got him into my room I pressed up against him and kissed him long and hard. His reticence was gone and I felt his cock rise again to press against my abdomen. I wanted that thing in me again and I wanted it NOW! I pulled him to the bed and down on top of me.
We didn’t make love that time. We didn’t even have sex. We MATED. He crawled up between my legs and in one long thrust he pinned me to the bed. I still wasn’t used to his full length, but I remembered to relax those muscles and I felt his pubic bone slam against mine. I felt my insides move as he battered his way into my belly.
And then we rutted.
I know I left stripes on his back with my fingernails as I came over and over again. Then he was chanting my name and he slammed in one last time. I felt his prick swell and jerk again as it spat globs of his hot seed way up inside me. He grunted with each discharge.
“Jodie,” and a long rope of his cum shot into me.
“Jodie,” and another one splatted into my womb.
“Jodie,” and his ejaculation peaked.
“Ohhhhh Jodie,” as his last shot surged into my thirsty pussy. He collapsed and his weight felt so good on top of me.
Eventually he had left her lying there, sated, her pussy full of his thick sticky sperm, as he returned to his friends. She thought she’d better be the first one to get outside in the morning and clean the hot tub. She suspected there would be globs of white strings floating around in it and knew her parents would melt down if they saw it. Then she decided to take a shower.
Now the shower was done and she was staring at her brother’s jism, slowly dripping out of her pussy. What should she do? She left the bathroom, still naked.
Then, closing her eyes, she practiced sneaking down the hall to Rob’s room in the dark. She practiced until she knew she could do it without making a sound.
She knew she’d make that trip … later tonight … and every chance she got from now on.
The End

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Canadian Vacation

He was lying behind me, holding me close with a hand over one tit while his erection did its work. Just as I was about to roll over he started huffing and humping against my ass as he came. No sooner did his cock quit spitting when he got off my bed and hurried from the room. I flipped over to see who it was but it was too dark, I saw only a pale shadow barely visible in the night. I had just gotten screwed in my sleep and didn’t know which of them did it.

Cory and Tilly

Cory and Tilly knew the feelings they had for one another were more than those of normal brother sister relationships, but they weren’t the stereotypical brother and sister dynamic. They accepted their feelings and they got on with their lives, until an overload of emotions bring these two, broken, tragically flawed twins together.

From Darkness into Light–4

The final chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo
CHAPTER 18
We left the house around 6:30 for our dinner reservation. I knew the restaurant was always crowded on the weekends, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t find a place to park in their large lot. I finally found a space in a strip mall across the street. There was quite a line, but we had a reservation and we weren’t in a hurry. Suddenly, Marcie’s grip on my arm tightened. I looked forward in the line and saw why. My ex Amanda and Stewart were together at the head of the line. Amanda started when she turned and saw me. Stewart looked embarrassed and nervous. Paying more attention now I could hear Paul, the maitre d’ explain, “I am so sorry, but we are full all evening. Please come back another time.”
I could see Stewart looking for a way out—a way that would avoid us. Unfortunately, there was only one way—back the way he came. He stumbled as he approached, “Uh…I’m uh…sorry, Jack.”
“Why would you be, Stewart? Amanda is a beautiful woman and she’s single. Hello, Amanda.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Marcie followed my lead, hugging Stewart and air kissing Amanda. “Come on with me and let’s see if we can’t help you out.” I moved to the front of the line. “Good evening, Paul. Can you seat us at a table for four?”
“Of course, Mr. Anderson. This way, please.” We followed him to the table and, of course, he held the chairs for the ladies and opened their napkins. He left us with our menus and the wine list.
“This must be fate, Stewart. If you don’t mind I’d like to discuss your promotion for a few minutes before we eat.”
“Uh, what, Jack? Did you say promotion?”
“Yeah, I just dictated a couple of memos for Marcie this morning and I was going to see you tomorrow. I’m promoting you to Technical Director, and, of course, you’ll get a raise–$15,000. I have two reasons. First, I need someone I trust to keep an eye on things when I’m on a trip. Second, some of our younger techs need more supervision than I can give them. You’re the obvious choice, so to celebrate I’ll buy the dinner and the drinks. Speaking of which….” Our waiter had just arrived so we ordered. We had a pleasant and cordial dinner. I wished the two of them luck when we left.
I met with Mary Lou during the week to finalize the profit sharing. I set a meeting for the following Wednesday—December 10th exactly as I promised.
I stood in front of the employees and I could see that they were nervous and expectant. “Congratulations, everyone. We had a great year with a profit of $2,157,207. I’m going to hold $357,207 in addition to whatever profit we have between now and end of the year for future needs. That leaves a million eight to be shared. Clericals and Ben you’ll share $378,000, or $23,625 each.” There was a roar in the room. Most of these people made less than $35,000 a year so this was a huge increase in their earnings. “Techs,” I continued, “you’re sharing $702,000, or $29,250. “We’re also going to have a holiday party next Saturday at Fontaine’s on Chambers Street—all the steak and lobster you want. Details will be coming in a memo tomorrow. Now, when I call your name come on up and get your check.” When I called Ben’s name I asked him, “Will you be bringing a date to the party, Ben?”
“Oh, yes, Jack. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” Most of the staff was shocked at this. They all knew that Ben never socialized.
“I hear she’s really hot, Ben.”
“The hottest, Jack—she’s downright beautiful.” I shook his hand, gave him his check and moved on. I wondered what everyone would say when he walked in with Sheila—my mother-in-law. I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou before we broke up. “I think most of you know that we’re really slow between Christmas and New Year’s. Jack has agreed to close up, so you all will get a week with pay. Marcie will monitor the answering machine twice a day and Jack and Stewart will handle anything that comes up. So, enjoy, people!” There was more cheering as we returned to work.
Ben had been making up for lost time, engaging with Sheila in one form of sex or another every single day, even during her period. Ben learned that she was extremely horny at that time so he was sure to take extra good care of her then. He often gave her oral at that time, knowing how much she loved it. The presence of blood in her pussy meant nothing to him; he was devoted to servicing her sexually. Tonight would be no different.
Ben came to see Sheila straight from work as was his custom. He was beaming about his profit-sharing check. He earned $35,000 a year so his bonus was a big increase, almost 70 percent. He had good reason to be up. Sheila met him at the door with her usual kiss. It was long and wet and hot. Never were their kisses just pecks on the cheeks. They always kissed with the utmost passion.
“Uh…Sheila, there’s going to be a Holiday Party next Saturday.”
“How nice. Are you trying to tell me something, Ben,” she asked, trying to be coy. She knew how shy he was and she thought that getting him to speak up was part of her job.
“Um, yes, uh…Sheila. I uh…”
“Ben, if you want something you have to ask for it. Now, come on, you can do it. I have faith in you.”
“Uh…Sheila, I want to go to the party. Will you go with me?” He sighed in relief when he was done.
“Of course, Ben. I would have been there even if you hadn’t asked me. Marcie told me about it, but I’d much rather go with you, darling. I love you.”
Ben stood there—shocked…amazed. He had wanted to tell her so many times but was afraid she would say it was too soon. He broke down and cried, but they were tears of joy. Sheila knew this and led him to the couch. She removed her blouse and bra. Ben knew he was to suckle; it always calmed him.
Sheila ran her hands through his hair. “I know you love me, too, Ben. I think we should be a real couple, don’t you?”
“Yes, I love you more than anything, Sheila. You’ve helped me in so many ways.” He had slipped to his knees while he was speaking so he continued, “Sheila, I’ve practiced this so many times while running. It’s the only way I could build up my nerve. Will you…marry me?” He was holding his breath, eyes closed, praying for her answer—the answer to his prayers.
“Oh, Ben…you have come so far since our first time together. All you could say then was ‘yes, Ma’am’ or ‘no, Ma’am.’ Do you remember? I’m glad you asked me, Ben. It means I won’t have to tell you to marry me. Yes, Ben…I will. I have loved you since our first weekend together when it was all I could do to get you to fuck me. You’ve made a lot of progress in that area, too, haven’t you? Now…I have a question for you.”
“Why don’t you just tell me, Sheila?”
“This isn’t something one decides alone, Ben. I went to the doctor last week. She told me my reproductive system was in excellent condition. Do you know what I’m saying, Ben?”
“Uh, no, Sheila…I don’t.”
“I’m asking if you think you’d like to be a father…the father of my child—our child. I’d love to have your baby, Ben. I think you’d be a wonderful father. We’re both ‘older’ but definitely not too old. That’s what I was trying to tell you.” Ben was speechless. He’d never thought of ever getting married, let alone being a parent. He looked up at Sheila, his wife-to-be, and smiled. Then he nodded and it was done. Sheila reached down and kissed him again and again and again. “Come on, I think we should tell Marcie and Jack.
Later,” she said with a wink, “we’ll have a big celebration.” She stopped off in her kitchen to wash his face then led him to the back door of the house. “Marcie? Jack? Are you home?”
“In the living room, Mother—c’mon in.” Hand in hand she pulled Ben with her.
“I just want you to know I’ll be going to the Holiday Party with my fiancé.” It took a second to register but then Marcie and Jack were on their feet hugging and kissing the happy couple.
“I think this calls for a celebration. Let’s go out to eat, shall we?”
“Sorry, Jack,” Ben replied, “we’re planning a little celebration of our own.” Jack, Marcie, and Sheila were shocked. They had never heard Ben speak so assertively. Sheila kissed his cheek, took his arm, and led him away knowing her little flower had bloomed at last. She turned and winked at Marcie just before turning the corner.
Marcie and I returned to the couch. We were stunned. We had hoped and prayed that things would work out for them, but never did we think they would marry. I looked at Marcie; she had the biggest smile on her face. “What,” I asked in my confusion.
“Mom told me she was thinking of speaking to him about it, but did you see that wink? She was telling me that he asked her first. Can you imagine that—shy submissive Ben finding the internal strength to ask her to marry him? What a night. You don’t expect me to cook on a night like this, do you?”
“I guess not. I offered them dinner out, so why not you? What would you like? Steak? Italian? Chinese? Burger?”
“None of the above—I think I’d enjoy…you.” She tried to give me her most demure look. She failed.
“OK, but I do have to eat something with some calories in it. You’re delicious, but definitely no-cal.” I rose from the couch, extended my hand and threw her over my shoulder when she took it. I shifted her into a fireman’s carry. She was laughing hysterically as I carried her down the hall to our bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed. “Strip, wench! I desire you!” Marcie laughed like crazy, but instead started to remove MY clothes. In seconds I was naked while she was clothed. I was reminded of some sleazy porn movie. Marcie pulled me onto the bed, rolled me over and climbed between my legs.
“Time out!” I called, “No fair; don’t I get a chance to do you?”
“If I recall correctly I got to choose what to eat and I picked you. Who said anything about you doing anything…other than cumming in my throat? Now lie back and enjoy. I’m really hungry—starving, in fact.” She stroked my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth. She massaged it with her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth. Marcie pulled back, allowing it to pop from her lips. She leaned down a bit and licked my asshole—that was a shock! I’d never imagined her doing anything like that. It sent jolts of electricity through my body as I gasped in dismay. She moved back to my cock licking all around and up and down my shaft. Oh God, she was driving me crazy. I wanted—no… I needed to cum. When Marcie wrapped those sweet lips around my cock I was done. My muscles contracted involuntarily, driving my hips into the air and my cock into her throat. I came hard as my semen shot straight into her stomach. I lay back, drained, as Marcie cleaned my cock.
“Had your fill? My turn now?”
“I have to admit—it was tasty and there sure was a lot of it, but I think I’ll be hungry for more again in an hour.”
“An hour? I’m not 25, you know.”
“Big deal—you’re 32. Trying to tell me you don’t want another in an hour?” She sounded serious but we both knew she was only teasing me.
“Truce? We both know I’ll never have enough of you and I hope you’ll never have enough of me, so why don’t I help you out of those clothes so I can have a turn then maybe we can both have a turn. I wouldn’t mind fucking you.”
“OK, truce. I want to talk to you about something important.” I leaned forward, concern etched onto my face. “I think I’m changing my mind—I want to have a baby. I know I told you I wanted to work and travel with you and I still do, but I really want your baby. Are you upset with me?”
I sat up and pulled her to me. “How could I possibly be upset about something like that? I have always wanted a family, you know that. I think you should go off the pill—now, this very minute. I love you so much, Marcie. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. Now, can I please fuck you?”
“Well…if you put it that way,” she made believe she was pouting, her lower lip extended. I reached out and grabbed it, pulling her closer for an amazing kiss. ‘OK, after that I think I’ll let you, but only if I can be on top.”
“Hate to say this, but if you want to get pregnant we’ll be doing a lot of missionary.”
“I don’t care…just as long as we do it every day, besides it will take a month or more to become fertile again.” I whispered that I loved her as I removed her blouse and bra. I lifted her to her knees so I could remove her skirt, slip, and panties. I laid back so she could massage my cock back to hardness. She smiled as it began to grow. It was about 85 percent there when she straddled me and her cunt engulfed me. She began to rock. I placed my hands on her hips as I joined her, thrusting into her hot tight hole. “I think I’m going to enjoy staying home as a mother. I’ve loved my job and I love seeing you all day and all night, but having a baby!”
“Don’t get too excited, being a mother is a lot of work—day and night. At least I’ll get to go to work so I can catch a nap.” Marcie laughed and “punched” me, but she giggled and soon we were laughing and fucking. We were having such a wonderful time together. Later, after we had both cum multiple times, we were both so tired. I nuked a couple of cans of ravioli for our dinner.
Sheila and Ben showered. Ben especially needed it. He was often so nervous that he sweated through his clothes. They washed each other tenderly—with love. No longer was Ben shy about touching her. He even welcomed the occasional finger up his asshole. He was tempted to do it to Sheila, but he wasn’t quite that daring. He would melt if she reprimanded him. Once they were dry she led him to the bed. Instead of climbing in to make love Sheila sat him next to her, “Ben, remember when I told you that I would go on the pill? I told you we could fuck without any protection, didn’t I? But, we’ve always used condoms. You are such a wonderful patient man that you never asked me why. Now I’m going to explain. When I saw the doctor I told her I was pretty sure this night would come and, hopefully, soon. She advised me not to do it. It could take between one and three months for me to become fertile again. I didn’t want to wait that long, so I made you use the condoms. Now, darling, I had another reason. I wanted this night to be special—the most special night in our lives so far. We’re engaged and we want a family. What could be more special than that?”
“Only thing I can think of Sheila would be having the baby.”
“You’re right, Ben. You’re so smart, did you know that? Now, I think we’ve talked long enough, don’t you? I want to feel you in my pussy and I want you to feel me, too.” She turned her head as her lips met his. Ben was putty in her hands. He would never be able to resist her kisses. Sheila kissed him one more time and rolled onto the bed. She pointed to her pussy and Ben scrambled on after her. “Missionary, Ben; I want to keep the semen in. Afterwards, I’ll l stay here for another fifteen minutes. Dr. Mays says that should be long enough.”
“It feels funny not to use a condom.”
“Trust me, Ben. After this you’ll never want to use one again. C’mon…you know what to do.” Sheila was so proud of Ben. As he became more familiar with her body he lost much of the nervousness that had plagued him earlier in the relationship. He ran his naked cock head up and down her slit several times. Her heat and the softness of her labia on his cock surprised him. This had to be the very best day of his life. He looked up at Sheila who nodded her consent as he made his first push. Oh, God—she felt so fantastic. He pushed a little farther and stopped. He needed to suckle before he imploded. “OK, Ben, I know you’re excited. Take a few minutes at my teat to calm yourself. This has been a big day for you. I’m surprised you’ve been able to make it this far. Take your time; I love when you do this, but you’ll have to stop when I’m breast feeding. I’ll need all my milk for the baby.”
Ben suckled for a few minutes. Sheila could see the pulsing in his neck slow. She knew he was almost ready. Sure enough, Ben moved up, smiled at her, and returned to her slit. Up and down her ran his cock until it was coated with her sweet secretions. He pushed in an inch then two. Soon he was in four inches. He pulled back and thrust forward again. He relaxed when he was seated in her silky smooth pussy. “Oh, Sheila, it feels heavenly, so much better than with the condom.” He pulled out and thrust back in. Ben began a slow rhythm that Sheila matched. She raised her legs, changing the sensations Ben was experiencing. When she wrapped her legs around him she pulled him all the way into her. Ben’s body was working on automatic pilot. It functioned on its own—no thinking required. His pace increased as he neared the most important orgasm of his fifty years.
Sheila reached down between them to stimulate her clit. She, too, was incredibly excited. The prospect of marrying and conceiving was just as overwhelming to her as it was to Ben. Unfortunately, she couldn’t reach her own teat to suckle and she had to be strong for Ben. Their pace increased with their need. It was almost ten minutes when their time ran out. Need overtook them. Sheila shook in spasm; Ben made one hard final thrust as his sperm-laden semen flooded her womb. Ben was exhausted, but sublimely happy. He had never experienced anything like this. Fucking Sheila was awesome, but doing it naked—flesh upon flesh—was indescribable. He knelt, his cock popping out of her, and held her legs on his shoulders, saving her the exertion and energy. “Well done, Ben—with luck you’ll soon be a dad.” Ben beamed from her compliment. He loved Sheila more than life itself.
The following day Sheila picked Ben up at noon to get their license. Marcie had told the receptionist to expect her so she walked first to Marcie’s desk. They hugged and kissed until Ben arrived. Then Sheila kissed Ben. They held hands out the door. Everyone still in the building knew about the encounter by 12:10; the rest by the time they returned at 1:00. I was in a meeting with Stewart and a junior tech when one of the accounts receivable clerks walked in. “Sorry to interrupt—I just saw Ben with his girlfriend. Wow, Ben really did good. She’s very attractive. Who would have thought—Ben?”
Stewart commented, “Gee, I heard you talking to him at the meeting yesterday, but I thought he was kidding.”
“No, Stewart, he’s definitely not kidding. I know her and she is really something. I’ll introduce you at the party. I’m sure she’ll be there.” I let the rest slide until then.
CHAPTER 19
Marcie and I stood at the door to Fontaine’s, one of the best prime steak houses in our area. I had heard that it once belonged to Frank Fontaine the old-time singer/comedian from the Jack Benny and Jackie Gleason shows. Of course, Marcie knew nothing about him. I bought the place for the entire evening. It was expensive, but worth every penny. We decided to have assigned seats so we could get everyone to meet other employees they might otherwise never get to know. Each employee had a new i-pad at his/her seat as a gift from Marcie and me. Ben and Sheila had driven with us and had helped with the gifts and seat cards. They were at our table along with Mary Lou and her husband, Ed.
I made a short welcoming speech, thanking everyone for their hard work during the year. I mentioned Bill Wells, saying how pleased he would be with how everything had turned out. “Finally, I know everyone is wondering about Ben’s date, or perhaps I should have said fiancé for Ben has told us that he and Sheila will wed on Christmas Eve. I’m pleased that I will be the best man and that Marcie will be the matron of honor. Best of all, Ben is about to become my father-in-law. Sheila is Marcie’s mother.” There was applause and shouts like, ‘Way to go, Ben!’ from the crew. I finished and the DJ began the music. I wasn’t surprised to see Sheila lead Ben to the dance floor. Sheila had spent much of the past week teaching him to dance. He shuffled around, but isn’t that what most of us do?
The party was a huge success—the food was great, the DJ was great, and everyone came to congratulate Ben. As shy as Ben was he was also liked and admired by all in the firm. He was helpful to a fault and he never lost his temper despite the sometimes impossible requests made by his coworkers. The only time Ben had shown any aggression was when he was running. Sheila had insisted that he continue even though he would often have preferred to be with her. “You need to have other interests, Ben, and running is so good for you. You have wonderful stamina for a man your age. You need that when you’re with me. I’m insatiable when it comes to you. You know that.” Ben complied with her wishes as he always did. He knew who was in charge of their relationship and had been ever since their first night together.
We went to work the following Monday and Tuesday then closed that evening for the holiday. We were up early Wednesday morning for the wedding. Marcie and I took the lucky couple out for breakfast. It was obvious that Ben was nervous.
“Ben gets nervous a lot. I usually allow him to suckle at my breast to calm himself, but I can’t do it here so he’ll have to wait until we get home.” Instead she held him to her breast and kissed his head.
“Relax, buddy you should have seen me when Marcie and I got married. I was cool on the outside, but on the inside it was worse than my encounter with Tom Petersen.” Marcie pretended to be upset as she threw her napkin at me. Our antics had the desired effect—we all laughed, including Ben. After that he was fine. We walked together into Town Hall and upstairs to the Justice’s office. They said their vows, I gave Ben and Sheila the rings, they kissed, and it was done. They were officially man and wife. I shook Ben’s hand and kissed my mother-in-law. Marcie kissed and hugged both and we walked out. I kidded Ben about his good timing. Now he’d be able to file his taxes as joint rather than single. We went home. Later Marcie and I would treat them to a fine lunch, but now she gave her mother our gift, a check for $10,000.
Ben would move from his apartment the day after Christmas bringing only his clothing and his trophies from his running successes. He also had some family photos, although judging from what they’d done to him I guessed all would be happier with them in the trash. Sheila had asked him about his family in an attempt to learn why he was so submissive. She learned that he had grown up on a large farm. His father was always busy with the chores and the crops so raising the family fell to his domineering and demanding mother. Ben had four siblings, all girls and all much older than he was—Ben had been the product of an accidental and unintended pregnancy. His sisters had bullied him and sometimes even beaten him into submission to get their way. His father was no help. He wanted a he-man for a son; Ben was slender and shy. His father’s idea of a manly sport was football or baseball, not what he called a sissy sport like running. Even when Ben won the county cross country meet twice, there was no compliment from his father. Ben’s only salvation came when he received a full scholarship to the state university which, fortunately, was more than a hundred miles away—away from all the problems at home from the domineering women. He left for his freshman year and never returned. He worked and went to summer school every year until he graduated. Then he was fortunate to find employment with William Wells in the safe mailroom. He’d been there ever since.
Sheila and Ben relaxed in our living room while Marcie and I made some final touches to our decorations. Marcie was very curious when I put her presents—three boxes –under the tree. All three boxes were much larger than their contents. I knew Marcie. She’d turn and shake all three in an effort to find out what they were, but I was too smart for that—I hoped. Thank God tomorrow was Christmas Day. I also brought out our gifts for Mom and Ben.
We took them out for lunch, running into Stewart and Amanda, so we asked them to join us. I noticed Amanda’s finger—it had a ring on it. I took her hand and checked it out. “Oh, you sly dog, Stewart; when were you going to tell us?”
“After the holiday–or maybe if we had to go to work–next week; we’re both very happy.” They were—I could see it in their faces. I’d had my problems with Amanda, but that was ancient history. I had Marcie now and that was all that mattered.
Changing the subject, I asked Amanda, “Have you heard the latest about Tom?”
“I’m past him now. I really couldn’t care. Stewart and I are making a fresh start. I’ve told him all about everything, including how I abused and cheated on you. He still wants me for some reason.”
“I’m glad you told him. I really think that honesty is essential in any relationship. But, getting back to Tom, the D.A. phoned me last week. Tom is still threatening to kill me almost every time he opens his mouth, even after more than three months of intensive therapy. The judge has mandated that he stay in the state hospital until he shows signs of being cured. The D.A. told me the doctors doubt that will ever happen. They think he’ll be there for life. I hate the bastard, but….”
Marcie put her finger to my lips. “We’re here to celebrate…a marriage and an engagement. I don’t want you getting upset because of something you can’t control. Let’s just have fun and enjoy the company.” Good advice as usual from my lovely wife.
Ben and Sheila retired to their apartment once we were home. That was hardly a surprise. Marcie had told me that they made love every single day—usually multiple times—according to her mother. Boy, what women talk about! Men can be pretty crude at times, but few of us talk about sex with our wives. Marcie and I relaxed in the living room. She walked suddenly to the garage and came back struggling with a really big box. I offered to help her, but no—not going to happen. “Oh, sure—you accuse me of wanting to shake my presents and now you want to handle yours. You’re just going to wait until tomorrow, unless you want to make some accommodation, like opening them now.”
“Marcie,” I replied, “you are so transparent. You just want to get into your presents. Admit it!”
“OK, I admit it—I’m like a kid in a candy shop.” I laughed and pulled her onto my lap. “Tell you what; you can open the green one.”
“Really? You mean it?” I nodded as she went for the box. She really was like a kid at Christmas. She tore into the wrapping and opened the box. The look in her eyes when she saw the second box was priceless. She took it out and gave me a dirty look. I nodded and she opened it. Inside was a small box labeled, “The George Burns and Gracie Allen Collection—1950.”
“Is this the one I remind you of? How do you know about her? You’re not that much older than me?” I explained how my mom and dad loved their comedy and how we had watched this channel of retro shows. I took one of the DVD’s and put it into the player. We sat back and laughed. They were as funny now as they were more than sixty years ago. We had a wonderful afternoon laughing at and with each other.
We phoned Sheila to see if they were coming up for air yet. We offered them pizza, but they declined, wanting to spend the day alone with each other. I couldn’t blame them, Marcie and I felt the same when we were first married—hell, we still did. I ordered a pizza and delivery so we wouldn’t have to go out. The weather wasn’t all that great and I always worried about drunks on the road during the holidays.
We finished dinner around ten so I gave Marcie three options—stay up until midnight and open our gifts, wait until tomorrow morning, or open them now. I wasn’t the least surprised that she chose door number three. We moved to the tree. Marcie sat on the floor as she took her second box into her hands. Again there was a box within a box and this one held “The Jackie Gleason Collection.”
She held the final and started to shake it. “I wouldn’t.” was all I said. She opened it and found a small square blue velvet box, about eight inches on a side and an inch thick. Opening the lid her eyes went as big as saucers. She looked at me and back to the box. “Oh, Jack…they’re beautiful.”
“Well, c’mon over here and I’ll put them on you.” She was almost shaking as she placed the box into my hands. I removed her earrings and replaced them with the emerald and diamond bangles. I took the emerald and diamond necklace and fastened it around her slender neck. Finally I slipped the exquisite ring onto her finger. She jumped up to look in the mirror. “Jack, these must have cost you a fortune.”
“They did, but you’re worth every penny and you look so beautiful in them. You’d also look beautiful in rags.” She kissed me for an awfully long time, grinding her lips into mine as her tongue danced in my mouth.
She broke the kiss and brought my gifts to me. I opened the first to find a set of golf clubs. “You need a hobby; you work too much and too hard. Dorothy Wells has called me three times to invite you to play at her club.” I had to agree. I just didn’t know if golf was the diversion I needed or wanted. I knew one thing. If I was going to learn the game I wanted Marcie to learn it, too. My next gift was a new golf bag and shoes. Finally was an envelope—a gift certificate for ten lessons from the Stonehurst club pro.
I pulled her up and whispered in her ear—time for our daily practice. She gave me a wicked grin and led me to the bedroom. We slowly undressed each other. There was at least one long kiss for each garment, including one for each sock and shoe. We stood together caressing each other. I ran my hands up and down her back, ending at her butt. They stayed there for several minutes. Marcie leaned back and looked up at my face, “Oh, you are so predictable.”
“I can’t help it; I’m in love with your butt…among many other things.” I kissed her again and maneuvered her to the bed.
“Very predictable,” she joked as she rolled on top of me. My hard cock was between our bodies as she rubbed her pussy into it, making it even harder, if possible, and covering it with her secretions. I kissed her again and rubbed her butt, squeezing her cheeks with my hands. “Yes,” she kidded, “extremely predictable; next you’ll probably want to fuck me.”
“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You’re beautiful, incredibly sexy and for some even more incredible reason you’re in love with me.”
“I don’t know about the first two, but the last—definitely. I am so terribly in love with you and I have been for years. Instead of cooling down, I’m getting hotter for you every day. You’re one of the most generous, kindest men I’ve ever known and you’re kind of sexy yourself, too.”
I shook my head. “If I’m so sexy, why aren’t you fucking me? You’re on top. Do I have to manhandle you, or what?” She lifted her body and slid down my thick hard cock. Marcie closed her eyes as her pussy was stretched almost to the breaking point. She had told me many times that this was her favorite part of fucking—the stretching of her tissues as my cock disappeared within her body. It was also one of my favorite parts, too, but then I loved everything about fucking her—absolutely everything. Sometimes I almost hated cumming because it meant an end to our fun.
Now I was rising to meet Marcie as she pushed her big clit into me. Her eyes were still closed. I knew she did that to concentrate on what was happening to her cunt. I could feel it pulse around my cock as I drove into her repeatedly until she clenched her muscles around me. I blew into her five times. She grunted every time I did until she froze for a second then shook and shuddered wildly. I pulled her to me, afraid she might hurt herself. We rested until our breathing had returned to normal. I pulled the blanket over us, kissed her soft lips and whispered, “Merry Christmas, you’re the best present I ever got.” She kissed me briefly and we were asleep.
CHAPTER 20
Christmas morning was wonderful. We shared our gifts with Sheila and Ben who looked even more tired than we were. I had weeks ago offered to take us out for dinner but was outvoted. Instead Ben had volunteered to bake what he called his famous Maple Ham. I was willing to help, but was shooed out of the kitchen by Sheila. Instead, Marcie and I watched another Burns and Allen CD. Once again we howled at the ditzy Gracie and her deadpan husband George Burns. She reminded me so much of Marcie. After one episode she actually admitted it, “She does remind me of me–not all the time, but some of the time.”
“Maybe I should take up cigar smoking. Then I could be George to your Gracie.” She shook her head violently, “No smoking. I want you to live a long time…with me.” We had just finished another episode when the phone rang. It was Stewart and Amanda wishing us a merry Christmas. We chatted for a while and I could see Marcie pantomiming. I nodded “OK” and asked Stewart what they were doing for dinner.
“Not much, I hate going out on holidays. The menu is always limited and the food is usually lousy. All the waiters wish they were home.”
“Have I got an offer for you! Come on over here. Ben is making his famous ham…no, I haven’t had it yet, but you know Ben, he’s not the type to brag. Marcie insists there’s plenty of food, and no, I don’t want you to bring anything other than your fiancé. OK, come whenever. I think we’re eating around six.”
They came over around three. I made the introductions for Amanda, commenting only briefly that she was my ex. Marcie brought out some hors d’oeuvre’s. We all chatted amiably, full of the holiday spirit until it was time for dinner. I had to admit the ham smelled fantastic. Ben brought in the platter with the whole ham. It was covered thickly in a maple syrup glaze and there were dozens of cloves placed into parallel grooves he had cut into the ham. Ben removed several dozen cloves and expertly carved several slices for each of us. I could see Sheila beaming at her husband. I was praying the ham would taste as good as it looked. For once my prayers were answered; it was the best, the most delicious ham I had ever eaten. Apparently, I wasn’t alone in my assessment. Ben received many compliments for his cooking, but not well. He began hyperventilating and might have become physically ill had not Sheila taken him into the next room.
I assured Stewart and Amanda that he’d be OK, “Sheila has a special treatment for him. They’ll be back in a few minutes.” Sure enough, he was. We did our best to be careful with him. We all knew how fragile he could be.
As Mary Lou had predicted business was dead between Christmas and New Year’s Day. I was glad I’d given the staff the week off. The business could be pretty hectic at times and it was great to have some time to recharge. We stayed home New Year’s Eve, eating Chinese take-out and playing board games like Parcheesi. We had a real blast. It got even better when we played one of the Burns and Allen DVD’s. Even Sheila noticed the similarity between Gracie and Marcie. I was glad for the rest because when we returned to work the shit really hit the fan.
The phone rang almost non-stop on January 2nd. I couldn’t believe how busy we were. I spoke to Stewart and we agreed to suspend on-site work until things calmed down. We couldn’t afford to spend days doing nothing but traveling. I also arranged for Saturday work, promising two days off in the future for each one worked now. All our employees were salaried. As such they weren’t entitled to overtime.
We were so busy that I completely lost track of time. One day, I think it was a Wednesday, Marcie reminded me that we had a doctor’s appointment the following afternoon. It skipped my mind until the next day around 2:30 when Ben asked if he could leave an hour early. I OK’d it and stepped outside my office just in time to see Marcie gathering up her coat and hat. “I’m glad you remembered, Jack. Let’s go.” I closed my office and drove. Marcie and I had “practiced” every day in missionary. Now we were seeing her gynecologist. She was about two weeks late so we were extremely hopeful.
I hated going to the doctor; it was usually a complete waste of time. I almost always knew what my problem was and what to do about it, so why bother? This time was the exception. We were hoping for the best of news. We waited in the office for what seemed to be forever. Being the only male in the waiting room didn’t help, but suddenly I found a familiar face. Ben and Sheila walked in as surprised to see us as we were to see them. We chatted until we were called, but neither of us said a word about why we were there. Dr. Mays had Marcie pee on several home pregnancy sticks. They all came up positive. She tested Marcie’s blood and that was conclusive. We walked out hoping to see her mother, but they were obviously in one of the exam rooms so we went home.
We sat there nervously waiting for them. We were going to celebrate and we wanted them with us. We were home perhaps an hour when we heard Mom call from the back door. She walked in and announced, “I have some news.”
“So do I,” replied Marcie.
“OK, you go first,” said Mom.
“No, you,” Marcie replied.
“Oh, geez—why don’t you go together, you know, at the same time?” I was getting frustrated.
They counted down together, “One…two…three…I’M PREGNANT!” I didn’t know who was more shocked. We all stood there for a minute until we rushed together, hugging and kissing and giving our mutual congratulations. Just when I thought we had calmed down Marcie and Sheila hugged again and began that jumping up and down that only women can do.
CHAPTER 21
I’d never for a second thought that Sheila and Ben would have a child, but then I never thought that they would marry either which goes to show how little I know about people. After all the jumping and hugging had died down, we took Sheila and Ben to dinner. We talked then and throughout the night until we all had to get to sleep. Three of us had to work; we were still swamped. The biggest issue was where Sheila and Ben would live. The apartment was fine for one or two, but not for a growing family. A child would require another room that didn’t exist there. They needed a house and I had just the one they needed.
I phoned Amanda and asked her to show the house to my in-laws. They liked it, especially the location—close to work so Ben could run there and back, and on a lightly traveled road. There was a good sized lot, but I already knew that having grown up there. I agreed to buy it and rent it to them for $100 a month.
Amanda was glad to be out of there and I was glad to own my family’s home again so it was clearly a win-win situation. Mom agreed to move into our place if needed during a business trip although I wasn’t so sure I wanted our baby left behind while we traveled.
Marcie and I wanted to celebrate our good luck and that meant a night of really great sex. We were up so late the night we learned she was pregnant that we had to delay until the following night. We brought home sandwiches and salads from a deli so we wouldn’t waste a second. We were in the shower and out before eight and in bed when the living room clock struck the hour. I laid there on my side with Marcie savoring her feel of her long slender body against mine. We kissed often, telling each other how much we were in love. We must have cuddled for an hour when Marcie grew impatient. She threw her leg over mine, making her hot pussy accessible to me. Her hand guided me to her slit and into her core. I can’t say it was the best position lying on our sides like that, but Marcie’s pussy always felt…wonderful…fantastic, and this was no different. We moved slowly for several minutes, exploring the new sensations as we continued to kiss and rub our bodies against each other.
Without warning, Marcie pushed me onto my back. “I can get up here again now that I’m pregnant. I’ve missed it.” She straddled my hips and impaled herself on my thick cock. “I have missed this, not that missionary is bad. Any time your cock is in me is just so…it makes me tingle all over.”
I leaned forward to kiss her again. “It does a lot for me, too. Why do you think I want to do it all the time? Sure, I want to cum—who doesn’t, but with you the journey is even better.” She fell forward and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth and teeth as she gripped my head forcefully. When she finished she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and nibbled gently. I had never been so turned on in my life. I drove my cock deep into her, exactly as she loved it. I was so vigorous that I lifted her off the bed time and time again until I exploded into her. I could see her eyes flutter as her orgasm ripped through her body. She shook for several seconds before landing gently on my chest. I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek until she calmed and rested. I told her over and over how much I loved her. I could never tell her often enough.
I became a frequent visitor as did Ben to the OB/GYN office. That’s where I learned that women living together often find their periods coinciding. We had fucked every day for months and so had my mother-in-law and Ben. We had no idea when either Sheila or Marcie had conceived, but we were amateurs at this. Dr. Mays had no trouble determining the date—not exactly, but within a day or two. Sheila had conceived almost a month to the day before Marcie. Her baby would be born in early September; Marcie was due four weeks later in October.
With all the growth in the company I decided to implement a 401(k) program. The firm would match contributions up to $5,000. The match would reduce our profit, but the money was going to the employees so I doubted anyone would complain. We held a meeting late one afternoon once business had returned to normal. I opened the session, turning it over to Mary Lou for the details. “Welcome, again everyone—I have some news for all of you before we get to the gist of the meeting. I’m sure you’d like to know that Marcie and I are expecting.” I hesitated while everyone applauded. “And, I know you’ll be thrilled to learn that Ben is also going to be a father.” This news was greeted by cheering. “And, not only has Stewart recently married, but his wife is also pregnant.” I didn’t mention that he had married my ex–that was for Stewart to decide. Then I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou.
I added two new employees and a new division—Training and Education—hiring two young and attractive female teachers. I wanted people who knew how to structure and evaluate lessons and I could pay much more than the local school districts. Marcie teased me, but I knew what would hold the attention of our clients, and guys weren’t it. Then I decided we had enough—no more growth. We had forty-eight employees; that was probably more than I wanted. I had learned that the more employees, the more problems. Thank God I had Mary Lou to deal with them.
Business was booming so I decided to raise our rates. It was the first increase in more than four years so none of the clients objected. I went on twenty client trips by July and took Marcie on all of them, but in July I decided she had to stop. I wasn’t taking any chances with the health and safety of our child. We had a sonogram at four months but we decided not to learn the baby’s sex. We learned that Sheila and Ben had made the same decision.
I knew that raising a baby would be a lot of work, but I never realized that the months before the birth could be hectic, too. Marcie wanted the room papered so we had to pick out the pattern and, not knowing the sex meant the selection was difficult. Then there was the furniture—just picking that out took weeks. Marcie was also closely involved with her mother and that took a lot of her time, too. As much time as we spent I had to admit it was also a lot of fun. We were planning for our family…for our future together.
By July Marcie was showing her pregnancy, her slender body bulging with the growing fetus. I teased her several times that she looked like an olive on a toothpick, the kind one would find in a martini. She scowled at me and then we both laughed, hugging and kissing madly. We always wound up in bed holding and touching and caressing and loving each other. We still saw Sheila and Ben often, but not every day was we had when Sheila had lived with us. I turned the apartment into a home office and den. Marcie and I especially enjoyed sitting in front of the fireplace in the cool weather, the heat blowing out to us from the red hot embers. In the summer we turned on the air conditioning, relaxing in the cool climate-controlled room.
I was in my office at work one day in mid-July when Ben asked to see me. His face showed concern. I sat him at the conference table while I asked Marcie to get us coffee. “What’s up, Ben? You look worried.”
“I am, Jack. It’s Sheila—she’s having trouble with the baby. Dr. Mays said it’s to be expected because of her age. I don’t know what to do. I’d be lost without her.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions, Ben. Women are much stronger than we are. We hate to admit it, but it’s true. Does Dr. Mays know how bad she is?”
“That’s what worries me, Jack. She won’t tell Dr. Mays. You know I can’t make her. What can I do?” I called Marcie to join us and explained the problem. I told her to take the afternoon off. She left immediately, taking my car.
Marcie returned just before five. “I hope I didn’t get Ben into trouble,” she told me. “I went to see her and forced her to see Dr. Mays immediately. She wasn’t pleased to hear about it. She’s ordered Mom to bed for the remainder of her term. Can I take some time off? I need to be with her. I think we should tell Ben, too.” I called down to the mailroom; Ben almost ran to my office.
“Ben,” I began, “Marcie took Sheila to see Dr. Mays. She’s OK, but she has to stay in bed for the rest of her pregnancy. Marcie will take time off from work to help her. We’ll drive you home this afternoon. I know you’re concerned.” Ben was almost in tears as we left the building. He rushed into the house and ran into their bedroom. Sheila was there as he fell to his knees by the bed.
“I don’t blame you, darling. You showed incredible strength by telling Jack. You might have saved my life. I’m sorry I was so stubborn. Come here so I can kiss you.” They were engaged in the long deep kiss when Marcie and I walked in.
Marcie cleared her throat and smiled when they broke apart. “I’m glad to see you’re not angry at Ben, Mother. Shall I make dinner for you?” Ben thanked her again and said he would do it. Dinner was one of his responsibilities and he enjoyed serving his wife every night. From now on they’d eat here in the bedroom. We kissed Sheila and hugged Ben then took our leave. Marcie told her she would be back at nine tomorrow morning.
The last two months of Sheila’s pregnancy were difficult—a nightmare, actually. I didn’t know if she would make it, but somehow she did. The baby, a beautiful girl, was taken by C-section to save Sheila the stress of natural birth. Dr. Mays tied her tubes during the surgery. It was what Sheila and Ben wanted. Their love for each other was expressed daily; something they wanted to continue once Sheila was able. The threat of another pregnancy that could kill Sheila would ruin that and destroy Ben at the same time.
Marcie also struggled in the last month of her pregnancy. She wasn’t ill, but she was tired of carrying an extra twenty pounds around, tired of having to pee almost every hour, and tired of pain in her back. I was sympathetic, of course. I rubbed her feet and massaged her back. I ate her pussy until Dr. Mays forbade sex of any kind. Like many other women with their first child, Marcie was late, holding the baby for an extra ten days when Dr. Mays gave an ultimatum—she would induce labor if Marcie wasn’t ready in another four days.
I was at work and Marcie was at home resting when she called me. I ran out like I’ve never run before. I tore home in the Porsche. I bundled her into the SUV—it was much easier getting in and out than the 911. I phoned Dr. Mays on the way to the hospital. I just prayed it wasn’t false labor. Marcie was taken to a room while I phoned Sheila. She was almost back to normal five weeks after the birth. She and Ben had named the girl Samantha—Samantha Marcie Randolph, a beautiful name for a beautiful baby. I had tried to talk with Marcie about a name, but she refused until the baby was born. I turned to Marcie and held her hand. I wiped her forehead with a towel and brought her water to drink. I was there when Dr. Mays arrived. Her scrubs and cap showed she was ready. I excused myself to use the men’s room and while I was gone Marcie’s water broke. Now I was really nervous. I phoned Sheila to tell her; I didn’t know what else to do.
Marcie called me to her. “Please stay here next to me, Jack. I’ll need your strength to help me.” Oh God, Marcie was relying on me and I was a nervous wreck. I stood by her head and kissed her cheek as I ran my fingers through her hair. I knew some fathers-to-be would take videos of the birth, but I thought that was in poor taste. Who could I show it to? Marcie would kill me. I’d rather be here where I could encourage her, hold her hands, and give her what little courage I had.
Dr. Mays walked out and returned ten minutes later with a nurse. Together they measured to see how much Marcie had dilated. “It’ll be a while yet. Why don’t you get something to eat or drink, Jack?” I looked at Marcie, afraid to leave her side.
“Go ahead, darling. Please get me a Sprite with lots of ice.” She reached up to stroke my head. Great! She was soothing me. I kissed her and told her I’d be back as soon as possible. I took the elevator down to the cafeteria. I debated whether I should get something to eat, deciding on a burger. It was likely to be a long night. I wolfed it down and ran back to the room.
Marcie laughed when she saw me, “You have ketchup on your shirt. I’m glad you had a bite. Dr. Mays told me not to expect anything for hours. She thinks the baby will come early tomorrow morning.” I pulled up a chair and settled in for the duration. Marcie and I chatted about everything and nothing. We talked about Samantha and how Ben was growing into his role as a father. He had been almost superhuman during the last weeks of Sheila’s pregnancy and the weeks since with Sheila still laid up in bed. Sheila told Marcie about Ben changing Samantha’s diapers and bathing her. Unlike many fathers he loved all the dirty work. Maybe it was part of his submissive nature, but he was on the way to being an outstanding father.
I had been there for quite a while with Marcie. Dr. Mays and the nurse were in and out, recording the frequency of Marcie’s contractions. I had no idea what time it was and was shocked when I checked my watch—it was almost eleven. We had been there for seven hours and nothing much had happened. I could see the Marcie was starting to experience some serious pain as the contractions became stronger and more frequent. It really began just before midnight. Marcie cried out in pain and I became concerned until Dr. Mays arrived. “Stand by her, Jack. She’ll need you now. It’s begun. You’ll be a father soon.”
I held Marcie’s hands and encouraged her to push. She was wringing wet. I knew she was having a terrible time when she cursed me and screamed from the pain. Mercifully, it was soon over. I heard the first cry just after two. “You have a beautiful baby girl. She weighs…OK, seven pounds, eleven ounces and wait until you see her head of hair…no doubt she’s your daughter Marcie.”
She brought the bundle to Marcie to hold. Oh God, she was so tiny. “What are we going to call her,” I asked Marcie.
“Amanda Jacqueline Anderson,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Stop and think, Jack. Open your mind and your heart.” I did, closing my eyes to concentrate. I looked back into our past. I saw that my soul was dark—black as pitch—with thoughts of hatred and revenge against my wife and her lover. Slowly, I saw that darkness disappear, replaced with the bright pure light of Marcie’s love. I learned to forgive and to love. Opening my eyes I looked down at Marcie, smiled and nodded. I leaned down to kiss her and tell her again how much I loved her.

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Secret Room 2

The next morning, Mike went over to Misty’s and rang the doorbell. Her mother answered it, wearing only her bathrobe. Mike smiled at her and surreptitiously checked her out. He could see a good bit of cleavage and tried not to stare. She had long legs for her height, just like Misty did. She was a good-looking woman in her early thirties, and she’d kept her girlish figure with regular workouts at home.
“Hello, is Misty here?” he asked. “I’m Mike Ménage, and she babysat for me last night.”
“Oh, sure, Mr. Ménage. She here, but she’s still asleep in bed. Would you like to come in? I just put on a fresh pot of coffee.” she offered. This was the first time she’d met him, and she thought he was really handsome. She didn’t meet many handsome men these days, not single ones, anyway.
“Sure, I’d love to.” he said, stepping into the hall with her. “I forgot to pay Misty for last night, so I brought the money over this morning.”
“Well, come on into the kitchen, and we’ll get you fixed up with a cup of joe.” she told him. He followed her into the house, looking at her long legs exposed beneath the robe and thinking about what she would be like in bed.
Once they were in the kitchen, she sat him down at the table and reached up into the cupboard to get him a mug. As she did, the bathrobe rode up a little, and he could see the bottom swell of her ass, devoid of underwear. She filled the mug and handed it to him, then indicated the sugar on the table.
“Would you like milk or cream? she asked. He took a sip and shook his head. Her robe opened a little, and he caught a glimpse of the side of her breast. He wondered if she was doing it on purpose.
“Just like this is fine.” he told her, so she got her cup from the sideboard and joined him at the table.
“So, how is your family?” she asked him, to make small talk.
“Misty didn’t tell you?” he asked, surprised. “Cindy left me about a month ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” said Ms. Walker. “Why did she do that?”
“She was cheating on me.” he said, sadly. “I guess she ran off to be with him.”
“Oh, that’s terrible!” she said. “You must feel awful!”
“Well, it’s sort of a relief, actually.” he admitted. “She used to throw it in my face every chance she got until she left. I just loved her too much, I guess, and I kept forgiving her. Maybe if I’d gotten mad at her, she would have stayed.” He blew across the top of his mug and took a sip. “This is great coffee, Ms. Walker.”
“You poor man! She didn’t deserve you, from the sound of it.” she said. “My husband died before Misty was even born, and I still miss him terribly, but I can’t even imagine what you’re going through.”
“Well, it gets pretty lonely, but I have little Pete to take care of, and that helps some.” he told her. “I tried going out last night, but I just don’t fit in with the singles crowd, you know? I felt like a total fool.”
“I know what you mean.” she said. “I tried going out a couple times right after Misty was born, but it didn’t feel right to me, either. I’ve been a little lonely myself.” She took a sip of her coffee, too. “The childcare helps a little, but there’s no substitute for adult companionship, is there?”
“No, there really isn’t.” he said, then winked at her. “Especially in the bedroom. Masturbating isn‘t quite the same, you know?”
“Don’t even try to tell me about it.” she told him, holding up her hand. “I haven’t shared a bed with anyone for so long, I wonder if it still works, even.” They laughed together.
He finished his coffee, then stood up.
“Well, I should go.” he said. “This conversation is getting me all worked up.” he told her. “It was very nice to meet you, Ms. Walker. “I’ll be back later to give Misty her babysitting money, okay?”
“Don’t go.” she whispered, looking at him with moist eyes. “I’m sorry if I was too forward. I really like talking with you. Please don’t leave.”
“Oh, well, Ms. Walker-” he said. He took a step closer to her.
“Call me Missy. It’s short for Melissa.” she told him. He sat back down.
“Well, as I was saying, I don’t want to lead you on, or anything. I’m very attracted to you, but I don’t want you to think that I’d try anything disrespectful.” he told her. “Please don’t get the wrong idea about me.”
“I’m attracted to you, too.” she admitted softly. “I’m a little worked up myself.” Her robe opened a little more, and she made no move to close it.
“You are? I never would have guessed.” he said frankly. “Just how attracted to me are you? Would it be too forward of me to say that I’d like to kiss you?”
“No, I’d really like that.” she said, getting up from the table. He stood up as well, and they walked toward each other. He put his arms around her and they kissed, long and slow. She opened her mouth and let him slip her a little tongue. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest through his shirt.
“Oh, that was nice.” she sighed, a moment later. She reached her hand down between them and rubbed his crotch. “Oh, it’s already hard!” she exclaimed.
“That’s because I’m so attracted to you.” he told her. “Maybe I should go, before we do something we might regret.”
“Take me up to my room.” she said in a husky voice. “You shouldn’t go; you should come! I have a feeling we might regret it if we don’t.”
“I was hoping you’d say something like that.” he said, picking her up, one hand under her waist and one under her knees. “Where would you like me to come?”
“Inside me.” she said. “I always wanted another child, but I never found the right man. After Alex died, I figured I’d be alone for the rest of my life, but I guess I was wrong. I think you’re the one.”
“Oh, Missy, I’d love to.” he told her, halfway up the stairs. “Are you sure, though? I mean, this is a really big first step.”
“My bedroom is all the way at the end of the hall.” she told him. “I’m as sure about this as I’ve ever been about anything in my life.“ He kissed her again as he took her through the doorway, then lay her down on the bed.
He took his shirt off, then began opening his pants as she took the robe off and threw it onto a nearby chair. She saw the size of the bulge in his boxers and smiled up at him. She had a great body, and the way she was smiling at him made her twice as pretty.
“Oh, my, you’re a big boy, aren’t you!” she said, awe in her voice. He grinned and pushed them down, exposing himself to her sight. Her eyes grew large as she saw how much he was packing. Her husband was the only man she’d ever seen naked, and he was only half the size! She sat up and licked her lips in anticipation.
He loved the way women reacted the first time they laid eyes on him. It was a huge turn on, the way their eyes popped. Missy’s reaction was classic, the way she goggled at it, and a moment later, her thighs relaxed a bit. He saw her swallow hard, and reached down, putting his hand on the back of her head.
“Suck it.” he said hoarsely. She eagerly opened her mouth and went all the way down on his cock, sucking it as she brought her head back up. She let him go and looked up at him.
“If you can do it a couple times, you can cum in my mouth if you want.” she told him. “I haven’t tasted sperm in a very long time!”
“Sure.” he said. “I think I’m good for a couple of shots, at least. Especially with someone as sexy as you are!”
“Oh, good!” she said, then went back to work on his cock with her mouth. He groaned a moment later, and she pulled back until just the head of it was in her mouth, and got ready for him to come. Her tongue swirled around on the tip of it, and she felt his body stiffen.
He came in her mouth, unleashing a torrent of hot saltiness that she gulped down, spurt after spurt. He finished, and she let him go, smiling up at him. She wiped the corner of her mouth and licked her fingers.
“Wow, thank you!” she said. “God, I sure missed doing that!”
“Well, you haven’t lost your touch!” he said. “That was really great!” He got onto the bed with her, moving her onto her back with his hands. “I’m still hard. Are you ready?” he asked. “I can’t wait to fuck you!”
“Can you hold on just a minute?’ she asked. “It’s embarrassing, but I have to go pee!”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Sure, go ahead!” he said, letting her up. She grabbed her robe and slipped out of the room. He heard her go down the hall, and then he heard footsteps coming right back.
“That was quick!” he said, but then he saw that it wasn’t Missy coming toward him, it was Misty. “Oh, hey, what are you doing here?” he asked.
She looked at his hard-on and grinned. “I could ask the same of you.”
“Oh, well, I’m trying to fuck your mother, so please don’t screw it up for me, okay?” he said, covering up with a corner of the blankets. “Nothing personal, okay? I’ll still have plenty for you when you come over to baby-sit again.” He looked at her, wearing a filmy nightshirt that he could see right through. All she had on under it was a pair of panties, and her nipples beckoned to him through the gauzy material.
“Oh, sure.” she said. “I’m glad you’re in here. She needs somebody like you.”
“Oh, good, I’m glad you’re not jealous!” he said, relieved. “Now, can you go? Your mother will be back any moment, and I don’t want her to get jealous, either!”
“Yeah, you’re right.” she said, blowing him a kiss, then went back into the hall and closed the door behind her. Halfway back to her room, she met her mother coming out of the bathroom. “Mother, Mr. Ménage is in there!” she whispered excitedly.
“I know!” her mother whispered back. “I think we like each other. Is that okay with you?”
“Mom, that’s great!” she said, bubbly with excitement. “I like him, too. Did you know that his wife left him?”
“He already told me. Now, go downstairs and don’t interrupt us, okay?” Misty nodded and went toward the stairs. “Hey, Misty?” she said. Misty turned her head and looked at her. “Thanks for not screwing this up for me.” she said. “I really appreciate it!”
“Sure, Mom. Have a good time with him, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Misty went downstairs, and her mother went into her bedroom. The young girl waited a few minutes, then crept back up the stairs and snuck down the hall, peeping through the keyhole.
She saw them on the bed, kissing. They were both naked, and his cock was every bit as big as she remembered it from last night. He laid her mother on her back, then lowered his head between her legs. She saw her mother enjoying what he was doing to her, and remembered how nice it felt when he’d done it to her, last night.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Missy cried out, writhing with pleasure. “Oh, God, I’m ready, fuck me, fuck me now!” she cried out. “Fuck me with your big cock!” She pulled him up, reached down between them, and guided him into her.
Misty was shocked to hear her mother talking so dirty, but it excited her. She reached down between her legs and began fingering herself through her panties. She could hear the squishy noises of them fucking through the door, but she wasn’t looking anymore. She was too busy masturbating herself too look.
“Oh, God, yes, fuck me!” she heard her mother scream. “I’m coming, coming! Fuck me, fuck me!”
Misty put her eye back up to the keyhole, but she lost her balance and fell against it. The door opened and she spilled into the room. She looked up, and saw his cock going in and out of her mother’s pussy at a furious rate. They hadn’t noticed her; they were probably too involved to notice an explosion outside the bedroom window, she figured.
She moved closer, even more excited by her proximity. She could smell their sex, and the possibility of getting caught turned her on even more. Her fingers worked in and out of herself rapidly, and she began having an orgasm of her own. She stared fixedly at the place where they joined, and was astonished to see his balls begin to pulsate.
A moment later, thick white juice began flowing out of her mother’s pussy, and Misty gaped. He was coming inside her! She reached out her hand and caught a dollop of it as it dripped, then brought it to her lips and tasted it.
She noticed it was different from the way it tasted straight from his cock, and she figured it was her mother’s own juices mixed in with it. She saw another bit of it about to fall, so she caught it and ate it, as well.
Mike pulled out of her mother, and sat on the bed next to her as she sat up, too. Both of them saw Misty sitting there with her panties soaked and licking come off her fingers. She started guiltily and blushed.
“Misty? What are you doing in here?” her mother asked. “Were you watching us?’ Misty was frozen with fright, unable to move.
Mike got off the bed and squatted next to her, touching her arm lightly.
“Misty? Are you okay?” he asked her gently. She gave a start and looked at him, her hand still up to her mouth.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” she said. She looked into his eyes and finished licking up the come, then took his hand and let him pull her to her feet.
“Misty, what are you doing in here!” her mother exclaimed. “You were watching us, weren’t you?”
“Mom, I was curious, okay? I heard a lot of strange stuff, and I wanted to see.” she said, defensively. “At first, I was just looking through the keyhole but I lost my balance and fell, and then I wanted a closer look. It was really cool, Mom.”
“I’m sure you thought so.” said Missy, dryly. “I noticed that you liked the taste of it, too.” Misty blushed, but she nodded.
“It was his come.” she whispered. “I had to try it.”
“Oh, well of course you did.” said her mother, sarcastically. “You’re definitely my daughter, then. I tasted my first come at about your age, and I liked it, too.”
“You did?” Misty asked.
“You did?” Mike echoed.
“Sure.” she said. “That’s how I met your father, actually.”
“Oh, tell me!” Misty said. “I never heard this story before.”
“Well, I was at a party, and a game of Truth or Dare got started.” she said, patting the bed next to her. Misty sat down between Mike and her mother. “When it was my turn I chose Dare. Your father dared me to give him a blowjob in front of everybody. Everybody thought I would decline and forfeit a piece of clothing, but I shocked them all and accepted.”
“Oh, wow, you did it in front of everybody?” Misty asked, awed.
“That must have been quite a show!” Mike said, grinning. “Your first time, and all.”
“Oh, well, fortunately, there was another girl there who talked me through it.” she said. “Otherwise, I might have chickened out of the deal altogether.”
“Wow, cool, Mom. I’d like to try it, too. Will you talk me through it?” Misty asked, looking at Mike’s crotch.
“Misty Morning Walker! What gives you the idea that I would ever let you do something like that?!?” her mother asked her, shocked.
“But, Mom, I really want to try it!” she said.
“Well, I’m sure you do, but not today, young lady!” she said. Mike looked at Missy and smiled.
“Why not?” he said, softly. “I mean, she has to learn sometime, right?”
“What? Are you crazy? She’s only sixteen!” Missy protested.
“Look, do you want her going off half-cocked and trying it with some boy, or do you want her to learn it here, under controlled circumstances?” he said. Misty grinned at him.
“Yeah, Mom, don’t you think I should do it here, instead of up on Perkin’s hill with Danny Cerillo?” she said, winking at Mike.
“You wouldn’t!” Missy said. Misty just smiled at her, and Missy rolled her eyes. “Oh, God, you would.” she sighed. “All right, okay, you win.”
“Oh, goody!” said Misty, rubbing her hands together. “Uh, how do I start?” she asked.
“Allow me.” Mike said, sliding to the edge of the bed. He put his feet on the floor and spread his legs wide apart. “Misty, why don’t you kneel on the floor in front of me.” he suggested.
She looked up at her mother, biting her lip like she was unsure, but then she slid to the floor and got between his legs.
“Okay, Mom, now what?” she asked, looking straight at his limp dick.
“Well, you could start by taking it in your hand.” Missy told her. Misty hesitantly reached out and grasped it loosely. “Good, now lean over and give the head of it a kiss.” she instructed.
Misty hesitantly did as she was told, giving the tip of his cock a nice, long, slow kiss, then looked back up at her mother expectantly.
“What are you looking at me, for? Suck on it!” she said, so Misty bent her head and took him into her mouth. She felt him grow hard as her tongue twirled around the helmet-like head, and she stroked her fist on it to bring it the rest of the way erect.
“Oh yeah, Misty, just like that.” Mike sighed. “Can you take a little more of it?
She looked up at him and nodded, smiling, then went down on it some more. He stroked her hair lightly. “More.” he told her, so she relaxed her throat and went the rest of the way down on it.
“Ahh, that’s a good girl.” he sighed, letting her come back up. “Now, just keep doing it like that, and you’ll get a nice reward!” Missy laughed, thinking back to the night of the party and her first time.
“What’s so funny?” Mike asked her. Missy looked at him and smiled.
“I remember the first `reward` I ever got.” she said. “I almost threw up in her father’s lap!”
“Oh, well, Misty has already had a taste, so I think she’ll do just fine with it.” he said. “You’ll swallow all my come, right, Misty?”
“Mmm-hmm!” she said, with just the head of him in her mouth. Mike sat bolt upright and opened his eyes as wide as they would go.
“Oh, G-God!” he stuttered, and blasted loose a torrent of come into Misty’s mouth. She wasn’t quite ready for it, and had a little trouble swallowing the first jet, but after that, she handled it just fine. Mike, however, was sitting as if electrified, and when he was finished, his eyes rolled up into his head and he passed out, slumping down onto Missy.
“What happened, Mom?” asked Misty, concerned. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.” said her mother, moving aside and laying him down on his back. “Pick his legs up and put them on the bed, okay?” she said. “He just wasn’t ready to come, but you tricked his body by humming onto his cock. He’ll be fine in a minute or two, but you drained him good. I’m afraid its going to take him quite a while to recharge, after that.” Misty put his legs on the bed as her mother got up. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go downstairs. He needs his rest.” she said. “I’m proud of you, you know. You did it just right, especially for your first time. Great job!”
“Thanks, Mom, it was cool!” Misty said, grinning. “I like the taste of the stuff, too.”
“Well, that’s good, because some girls don’t, and they’ll refuse to let any man come in their mouth. Some of them won’t even suck it at all!”
“Really!?! Why not?” Misty asked, surprised.
“Oh, different reasons.” she said. “Some of them have been brought up to think it’s dirty and gross; others have different reasons.”
“But why?” she asked. “It’s not gross at all! In fact, I think it’s fun.”
“Well, it’s good that you think so, because it’ll really help you keep your boyfriends!” Missy told her grimly. “I lost a couple of guys when I was younger to girls that gave head, just because I wouldn’t!”
“Oh, man, that’s awful!” Misty said.
“Yeah, well, most guys are cheap, shallow liars.” said Missy. “The one upstairs, well, maybe he’s different. He seems different, somehow.”
“I think he’s really nice, Mom. Can we keep him?”
Missy laughed. “Well, between the two of us, I know we can keep him sexually satisfied, but we still don’t know why his wife left him, do we? Maybe she had a good reason.”
“Mom, do you really think that? Like maybe he was cheating on her or something?” Misty actually started to look worried.
Missy laughed again. “I doubt it.” she said, chuckling. “She was probably the one sleeping around.”
“Yeah, that’s what he said last night.” said Misty. “He told me she used to tease him terribly, by doing a strip tease, and leaving him high and dry.”
“He did?” asked her mother, concerned. “He didn’t try anything with you, did he?”
“No, of course not!” Misty said. “Why would you even think such a thing?” Misty pouted and put her hands on her hips.
“Because it sounds like a line to get you into bed!” said Missy. “Are you sure nothing happened?”
“Yes, Mother, I’m sure!” said Misty. “Come on let’s get downstairs before we wake him up.” She left the room, and Missy grabbed her clothes, then followed her daughter.

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Uncle Bob’s Gas Station

When Bob hires his sister Lana to pump gas, there’s a serious increase in business. She finds out pumping gas can lead to… getting pumped. Oh yes, and she’s got a daughter too.

The Ten of Them Chapter 6

We resume our story on the day after JJ and Kathryn were caught in the pool making love. The two days immediately after JJ’s birthday had been exceptionally hard on the couple. It was the first time since they become a couple they actually had to sleep apart, and found out both could not without the other. Their bond gives them many advantages, but one major disadvantage they couldn’t stand to be separated, but if anyone asked them they would not claim that as a disadvantage.The 10 of Them Chapter 6
The Judicial Order.
The next day passes fairly quickly with only the delivery tanker trucks to interrupt our normal routine. To my surprise the water from the tanker trucks is already quite warm, and by that afternoon the pools ready to use. Mom cautioned me, “Now JJ, don’t get anything in the pool like you did before.”
I resist the urge to say a smartass remark and only say, “Okay Mom.”
Later that afternoon our sisters come over to enjoy the pool. They are in normal bathing suits, Kathryn and I giggle a few times as we played in the pool.
After a while Kathryn and I started doing laps. We’d skipped a run this morning and we both know we needed the exercise to keep ourselves in top shape. Our sisters gave us room to do our laps without complaint. They were accustomed to us doing this and even on occasion Kara would join. We swam our customary twenty-five laps and finish together.
After toweling off Kathryn and I said goodbye to our sisters and headed for our room. We did a little work check in a few items, made a trade or two, and read our e-mails. I found a new e-mail from Joan she was excited about coming to the wedding. She enclosed her flight information confirming that her family will arrive around 6 PM on 2 July, she only asked about the hotel and why they were not going to directly come here.
Kathryn I decided not to answer that question, send an e-mail back to acknowledge that everything would be ready for them when they arrived on the third.
At dinner the entire family was there, and Michael senior gives a toast the entire family raised their glasses and drink to us. Of course it was just iced tea but it’s the thought that counts. We played a little pool after dinner, the coach was always good at nine-ball, and it was his favorite game. As we played he explained what was going to happen tomorrow. “Tomorrow after breakfast we have an appointment with Judge Thurgood. He wants to talk to the two of you. Just be truthful he’s a friend of mine. JJ, he is Marshall’s father it might be a good idea to give Marshall a call tonight.”
With a smile I say, “If that will help I’ll be glad to.”
“It can’t hurt.” The coach lines up a combination clearing the next two balls quickly, leaving only the nine-ball and him in very good position. He draws back tapping the ball just perfectly to send it into a center pocket.
Kathryn giggles and says, “Great game daddy.” Kathryn grabs my hand and leads me off to the home theater for a TV show she likes watching and she doesn’t feel comfortable unless I’m there too. We snuggled close together kissing once before the show starts. After the program Kathryn and I head off to our room. Tonight I double check and make sure the door is locked before we go to bed.
Kathryn is teasing me flashing her body as I come to bed. Kathryn giggles saying, “Come on JJ you only have three more hours to make love to me as a 13-year-old. I’m really horny for some of your adult cock right now.”
I’m wondering could I take the entire three hours to make love to Kathryn I know we have come close to that several times. I begin slowly taking off my clothing, more to tease Kathryn than anything. I have a devilish grin as I say, “Love, I’m going to use the rest of your thirteenth year to make love to you my wife.”
Smiling broadly Kathryn says, “I’m going to hold you to that my husband.”
“I’m definitely going to give it all I have, or pass out trying.”
Still smiling Kathryn giggles saying, “If you can do it, I’ll let you choose where we make love out of the house, at least for the first time.”
I pull Kathryn into a very long passionate kiss, constantly caressing her beautiful body when our kiss breaks I begin kissing down her chin to her neck. I kiss up to her ear lobe and gently nuzzle kissing and lightly biting along at, Kathryn groans and shudders slightly. Kissing back down her neck I slowly work my way to her breasts I start with her left as my hand plays with her right one. I tease both nipples into full hardness. I suck her areola into my mouth teasing her nipple with my tongue. Kathryn moans, “Oh I love this, JJ you’re getting so good at it. Oh yes! Oh, I’m Cumming.” With that Kathryn lifts her hips off the bed and shakes. I slide my free hand down and cover her hot wet pussy gently running my finger through her inner lips and teasing her clit. She drops to the bed and spreads her legs shaking she kicks in the air. Before Kathryn’s orgasm is completely over with I move to the other breast teasing it as well.
Kathryn is breathing hard but she grabs my head and pulls me into her right breast. Kathryn thrust up into my hand several times and then begins a second orgasm with a little screen before she puts a pillow over her mouth to muffle herself. I hear her muffled shouts, “OH JJ FUCK ME NOW I NEED YOU IN ME!”
As her hands release me, I raise up moving the pillow looking into Kathryn’s eyes I see the love shining there. I moved quickly between her legs and position myself I slowly impale Kathryn on my hard cock halfway down Kathryn thrust up and she throws her legs around my ass pulling me fully into her. I lower myself and kiss her passionately holding onto her. I move with Kathryn as she thrusts up to me. I prolong our kiss for as long as I possibly can. Kathryn moans in my mouth now with each thrust, every time we push into each other I grind against her clit and pushed through her cervix.
Kathryn begins her third orgasm of the night. Her pussy tries to milk me, her legs lock holding me deep into her I only grind against her clit. In a few seconds then Kathryn spurts drenching the two of us. I know I have to hold back if I want to make it last past midnight. I break my kiss to allow us to catch our breath but in between each breath I gave Kathryn a quick kiss all over her beautiful face.
When Kathryn loosens her legs hold on me, I begin a long slow rhythm driving deep and pull almost completely out on each stroke. In minutes Kathryn is again conversing and her pussy begins to milk me again, glancing at the clock it’s been a little less than an hour and I desperately want to cum. I continue the same rhythm until I can no longer stand it moving to a fast rhythm pushing deeper with each stroke when my balls tighten I push deep to her cervix and began the pump my seed directly into her womb. Kathryn screams feeling my cum peeing into her womb. “YES HUSBAND, FILL ME!”
Kathryn begins a powerful orgasm her pussy milks my cock until was nothing left in my balls I feel completely drained and Kathryn’s womb is passed being full I can fill her leaking around my cock. It’s an odd sensation, cum leaks out of her womb only to be forced back in as her pussy milks my cock. That feels so wonderful that I’m not even losing my erection, even after that powerful orgasm. Kathryn’s orgasm finally subsides. I draw back and I can feel almost a stream of cum being forced out of her womb as her womb tries to shrink back to its normal size.
Kathryn’s eyes go wide at the sensation, it causes her to shudder several times. As she tightens her pussy around me I push in forcing some of the come back into her womb. Kathryn groans trying to hold her pussy tight around me. She moans, “Yes husband keep your seed in me.”
I push only back to her cervix not hard enough to open it just lean against. I rise up slightly to make sure I’m not pressing against her womb from above. Looking down to my lover’s eyes I see tears of joy now streaking down her face. I lean forward kissing away those tears. With each kiss saying, “I love you.” That doesn’t do anything to slow the tears from those beautiful eyes that now are as green as any I’ve seen. Her hazel eyes that change color with her mood telling me how happy she really is. Kathryn finally grabs my head and pulls me into a long passionate kiss.
We lose track of time during our kiss, somewhere in the middle of it our bodies begin to move on their own and only the lack of oxygen causes us to break our kiss to breathe hard. Kathryn begins another powerful orgasm in my body responds to her with one as well. As her pussy milks me I’m pushing deep back into her womb, again she fully drains me there’s nothing left once our orgasms finish.
I roll Kathryn on top me so we can recover. I let my hands softly caress her back. I still feel tears falling onto my chest. Now I’m just curious why she is so happy, I know our wedding is less than four nights away now. I gently raise her face so I can look into her eyes and ask, “Kathryn love of my life what makes you so happy?”
Giggling Kathryn says, “You my love, my husband, the father of my child.”
Premonitions work oddly, some gives you every memory, some only give you specific instances, some are a flash of insight. The one I had with Kathryn was a little of all that when Kathryn said father of my child I knew in an instant she definitely was pregnant or would be by the morning. No test would indicate she would be, but that wouldn’t change the fact that our child will be born on March 1 next year, nine months and a few hours from now. Our child will be a beautiful baby girl that we will name Amanda. I get Kathryn a long loving kiss and then say, “My beautiful Wife thank you so much for our child. Our daughter Amanda is going to be is beautiful as her mother.”
Kathryn slides up my body and begins to kiss me passionately, I roll my hips forcing myself back deep into her. Kathryn giggles, “You keep that up and we’ll have twins this time, instead of my second pregnancy.”
I’m kissing her happily for a long time before I ask, “Did you forget your birth control on purpose love?”
Giggling Kathryn says, “Actually no, I didn’t. When we didn’t sleep I was so tired I forgot to take it. The first night back here we slept so late I forgot. Yesterday morning well you remember with the pool then our moms drive me off before I remembered. Today I remembered what happened just before my birthday so today you’re right.”
I kiss her before saying, “don’t take it tomorrow either, I don’t care if you ever take another one for the rest of your life. It’s not that I want to keep you barefoot and pregnant. I just want to have you pregnant ten times.”
Kathryn giggles saying, “I hope it’s as much fun on all the ten of them as it was on the first.” We kiss again when we break Kathryn looks at the clock grinning she says, “Husband I’m fourteen years old.”
I chuckle saying, “Now you can claim I made love to you from when you were thirteen all the way through till you turned fourteen.”
Kathryn smacks me on the arm playfully, “I’m claiming that you made love to me from when I was twelve till I was one hundred and three. Until the Viagra stopped working.”
I inform her, “Actually my doctor takes it away from me. He’s worried about me breaking a hip either one of mine or yours.”
Kathryn says, “You’re just going to have to get a different urologist.”
Chuckling I say, “Poor guy is not even born yet and you’re going to replace him.”
Kathryn pouts, “Damn straight he takes away my favorite drug.”
“I think we better get some sleep love, we need our wits tomorrow with the judge.”
Kathryn and I snuggled close to each other and I say, “Good night my loves.”
Kathryn giggles, “Good night my husband, good night my daughter.” We both drift off to sleep in just a matter of minutes.
In the morning again, we wake up early like most days when we would go normally running as early as possible to avoid the heat. I give Marshall a quick message to his phone, asking him to talk to his father about that judicial order he keeps offering, today is the day that I need it. We’re due in court at 10 AM today. We decide to skip the run today. We shower and I gently wash Kathryn from head to toe, kissing her everywhere.
Kathryn giggles as I gently dry her saying, “JJ, I won’t break.”
I groan, “I know that, I’m just spoiling you on your birthday, especially since is the first birthday that you’re pregnant.” She just pulls me into a kiss holding me against her nude body. If you didn’t know she was fourteen years old you would think she was a fully grown woman. It happens that way some mature earlier and others take their time until they’re sixteen or so. Kathryn matured early, both in body and mind. Now on her fourteenth birthday the two of us are worth together over $1.5 billion if that means anything.
I dress in a suit I have it’s a navy pinstripe, Kathryn and I picked out from a high-end department stores a few months ago. It wasn’t super expensive but not cheap either. A solid white shirt with a nice silk tie, black shoes, Kathryn hands me a black citizens watch the goes well with the suit. Giggling she says, “I know how you like these eco-watches.”
I give Kathryn a loving kiss before zipping up her dress, it’s a beautiful deep blue dress that makes her look more mature but not slutty. It also works well with my suit; pinstripes are close to the same color as her dress. I say to her, “You make that dress look good.”
Grandma knocks of the door and we call, “Come in.”
Grandma asks, “Would you two like any breakfast?”
Kathryn and I both look at each other realizing we got dressed probably too early, but we both are too nervous to eat. We shake our heads no.
Grandma asks, “You’re both that nervous?”
Of course we both shook her head yes, causing grandma to giggle. After a moment she says, “Don’t worry about it, I got a feeling everything’s going to be fine. By the way JJ bring the bear skin, okay.”
After the party a couple years back I had it cleaned professionally, it smelled like sex for months. I have it in the closet still in the protective sheet the cleaner sent it back in. We took it out a couple times, when Kathryn wanted to tell someone the story. I finally managed to get her to leave out the part where the bear was this stupid as her brothers. She will always grin at them when it comes to that part. Due to Kathryn’s enjoyment at telling it, the story has gotten a little longer nowadays.
We do manage eat a little bit and keep our clothing clean. At about nine o’clock the Coach and Helen show up seeing the two of us dressed his a little taken aback. He looks his daughter from head to toe before he says, “My God, you’re all grown up. I’m almost sorry you didn’t get your full childhood.”
Kathryn smiles and says, “Dad I’m not, I know now what I have with JJ is so special that it’s worth giving up a lot for. So I traded a few years of whining about not getting to drive or first dates that are last dates, for the love of my life. I’m not at all sorry. I have no regrets about anything I may have lost because I got so much more.”
The Coach still acting the part says, “JJ you need to take your SUV today, Helen will be taking hers, and everyone in the family will be showing up at the courthouse. We all say that the two of you need to be with each other and married.”
We leave around 9:10 AM it’s only about twenty minute drive, so we get there at 9:35 AM. The parking lot isn’t especially large for the courthouse, due to not very many cars needing to be there. But the days completely full and we managed to Park on the street and make it into the court on time. The courtroom was completely full, I see lots of faces I know from high school. Friends of both Kathryn and I, a few teachers and even Joe the young man that got used as the sparring dummy. Marshall is seated by Misty there holding hands and Misty leans onto Marshall’s shoulder.
When Michael Edwards was called before Judge Thurgood the Coach begins, “Your Honor, I like to get a judicial order that John J. Meyer be compelled to marry my daughter Kathryn Edwards.”
Judge asks, “What are the ages of the two?”
Michael answers, “Your Honor their ages by the calendar does not reflect their maturity that is why I come before you to request your judicial order. Although both are still in their teens John Meyer is a billionaire has been for over two years.” There are a few gasps from the crowded courtroom, causing the judge to call the courtroom back to order. Once quiet Coach continues, “My daughter Your Honor has been his trading partner for the last two years and her net worth is over $100 million.” Kathryn speaks up to correct her father, “Your Honor the information my father give you is slightly incorrect, and my net worth as of this morning is $128 million. John Myers net worth is $1.38 billion.”
The judge points out, “Being wealthy does not have anything to do with this Court’s decision.”
The Coach continues, “No, Your Honor it wouldn’t. I’m just giving you this information as background information in reference to their maturity levels. Both John and Kathryn work from home when most of their peers are playing video games, they research and choose investments of multi-million dollars on a daily basis. They are members of our national workforce, they actually pay more in income tax than I do.”
The judge says, “The court will agree that the two individuals in question both have the capability of earning as an adult. But for a marriage other things need to be considered than earning potential.” In other words the judge hasn’t made up his mind at this moment.
The Coach says, “Yes your honor, I can testify that presented with the opportunity John refused the possibility of any other partner for him other than Kathryn. He would be a good and faithful husband. I like to introduce my mother at this time to relate a story on John’s bravely and his devotion to Kathryn.”
Grandma steps up unrolling the bear skin in front of the court. Grandma says, “Your Honor, two years ago John was assisting my granddaughters picking blackberries when this bear charged the group. John armed only with his skill in martial arts. John blocked the bear’s charge protecting Kathryn and her sisters. When the bear would not retreat John was forced to kill the bear. The bear stood over 7 foot tall Your Honor.”
The judge asks, “Did you witness these events?”
Grandma is forced to answer, “No Your Honor, I did witness the dead bear and my granddaughters all but Kathryn ran from the bear.”
The judge says, “Other than John Meyer can anyone give testimony on what happened.”
All the Edwards stand, except for the Coach and Helen. The judge asks, “Did anyone actually witness the bear’s death?”
Kathryn raises her hand saying, “I did Your Honor.”
The judge says, “Please relate a story as you remember it.”
Kathryn begins, “It was early on July 4th nearly two years ago, and my grandmother had us picking berries for making jelly. I was kissing John, when my sister screamed turned and ran, apparently that’s the wrong thing to do when a black bear charges, they do what is known as a false charge, if no one had ran the bear probably would’ve stopped and may have simply left. My sisters ran, but John held his ground and puts me behind him. He kept himself between me and the bear. JJ, John then raised his hands above his head screaming at the top of his lungs to stop the bear. He actually walked directly into the bear’s path as it ran after my sisters. The bear stopped only fifteen feet in front of JJ. Oh John is known to us as JJ. The bear was easily head and shoulders above JJ, but JJ did not back down he didn’t flinch he stood there waiting for the bear to make up its mind to leave, or at least hoping the bear would leave.
The bear didn’t back down, but neither did JJ. The bear lumbered forward JJ continued his bellowing trying to get the bear to leave. The bear continued to approach than JJ also approached the bear. When the bear showed no sign that it would back down JJ moved into range and kicked the bear one time at its neck. The snapping sound of the Bears vertebrae was the last sound I heard from the bear as it fell to the ground.
JJ stood over the bear for only a minute as I walked to his side. He actually felt sorry for the bear but he would not allow anything to hurt his family. Your Honor he had already requested me to marry him, and as I said yes he claimed my family as his.
He was more worried about my grandmother at this point than anything. He hurried us on down to ensure her that we were okay.
The judge interrupts Kathryn at this point. “Did anyone else witness John standing up to the bear?”
Michelle stands up and says, “Yes your honor, I had tripped and when I got up John was between me and the bear I was only about 50 feet from the bear at the time. If he hadn’t stopped the bear, I do not believe I would be here.”
Kara stands up and says, “When Michelle tripped, I look back Your Honor and I did see that JJ had stopped the bear. That gave me enough courage to help Michelle up and to help her down the hillside.”
The judge says, “The court recognizes that John Meyer is both brave and protective of Kathryn Edwards. Two traits that go into making a good husband, but the court would like to know if anyone could testify on his and her love for each other.”
Every single person in the courtroom stood, including his own son.
I have never heard of a judge actually laughing during performance of their duty, but Judge Thurgood did very briefly. “This Court recognizes by sheer weight of number John and Kathryn’s love and devotion for each other. I authorize the granting of marriage license to John J Meyer 18 years of age and Kathryn Edwards 14 years of age. Now, John and Kathryn step forward before the court.”
Mom hands me a small jewelry box that I recognize it as the other piece to Kathryn’s wedding set, plus the ring for me. With a surprised expression Kathryn and I look at each other, we’re standing in front of the judge as he begins, “We are gathered to unite the two of you in marriage, which is an institution ordained by the state and made honorable by the faithful keeping of good men and women throughout all ages, and is not to be entered into lightly or unadvisedly.”
The Judge says to me, “Do you, John J. Meyer take Kathryn Edwards to be your wife, to love, comfort, and cherish from this day forth?”
I answer, “Yes! I do!”
The Judge says to Kathryn, Do you, Kathryn Edwards take John J. Meyer to be your husband, to love, comfort, and cherish from this day forth?
Kathryn replies happily, “Yes! I do!”
We exchange rings. Placing my Love’s ring on her finger, my hand shakes a little I’m so excited, as Kathryn slides my ring on.
The Judge says, “Having thus pledged yourselves each to the other, I do now, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the state of North Carolina pronounce you husband and wife.”
That brought a cheer from the entire courtroom that spread into the hall. Those that were too late to be seated were standing in the hallway. The judge simply throws hand up with a smile he waved and left the courtroom. The court clerk come back in after leaving for only a minute, she rolled the bear skin back up and handed it to grandma. After the court begin to clear out she had Kathryn and I go back to the judge’s chambers. Mom, Helen, Grandma and the Coach came with us, once we walk in the judge shakes the Coaches hand. Judge says, “That’s the most excitement the courtroom had seen all year. Young man if you ran for mayor you probably would win. From all those people that showed up today you’re very popular.”
Smiling I say, “I treated everyone the way I would like them to treat me. I guess that’s what people respond to.”
The judge says, “Well young man, I’ve done some checking on you. I know that every holiday season you support a lot of activities around this county. I had four ministers and a priest asked that I go ahead and approve this marriage license for you two. They all said they owed to you.”
The judge joking says, “I didn’t want you two losing sleep over what’s coming up on the fourth. Other than that I just got a note about a couple like yourselves who after receiving a marriage license that jump the gun. An overzealous DA charged the young man for statutory rape for the two of them having made love three days before the wedding was scheduled. I would not want to see that happen in this county. Your future father-in-law here had me convinced even before this thing blew up. How in the world did you get so many people to show up?”
Finally getting my arm around Kathryn I say, “Maybe you should ask Marshall, I just requested him to speak to you. He’s been telling me the last three years that he could get you to give us a marriage license.”
Judge Thurgood says, “Yes he mentioned that this morning, and about once a month for the last three years. I didn’t act like I was going to…”
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From the doorway we hear Marshall say, “So I called a couple people and have them call a couple more everyone that would like to see those two married.” He stands there hand-in-hand with Misty.
Misty can’t help but ask, “Is it really true you’re a bear killing billionaire JJ?”
“Yes, that’s what my business partner keeps telling me.” To which I get an elbow to my ribs. This brings a laugh from everyone in the room. I continue, “I mean my wife, but Kathryn doesn’t tell everybody that that $128 million is all cash, what we have in stock is a little over 300 million, and she owns half of that.”
Kathryn grins and says, “Until it’s sold it’s only worth the paper the stock is printed on, just asked the people who own Enron stocks.”
The judge chuckles, “Yes, I’m one of them, not worth the paper is printed on. Fortunately it was only a small percentage of my portfolio.”
The judge signs the order written by the clerk. A marriage license is granted to Kathryn and me despite the fact she’s only fourteen years of age. The order also declares Kathryn as a legal adult. The clerk brings in marriage license then we both sign. Now Kathryn is Mrs. Kathryn Meyer.
Kathryn has to ask, “Does the order also allow me to get a driver’s license?”
The judge chuckles, “Sorry Kathryn you’ll just have to do like most of the other kids around here. Get a farm license, just like JJ did when he was fourteen. I’m sure JJ would drive you anywhere you would like to go.”
Kathryn groans, “If I have to wait I have to wait. I just wanted to give JJ a break your honor, he has driven me since he had his license.”
One of the sheriff’s deputies comes in, “Your honor, there is quite a large crown still outside the courthouse.”
The judge says, “I’m going out on a limb here, but I bet they’re waiting on you two. A lot of people are mistrustful of the courts nowadays. Now that you two are married, and immune from prosecution I feel I need to send you on your way. See you on the fourth, so we can provide the wedding of her dreams.”
The crowd deftly was waiting on us, a loud cheer went up immediately after the sheriff on a bullhorn announced, “I would like to present Mr. and Mrs. Meyer.”
It took Kathryn and me quite a while to shake hands with and/or hug most of the people there. By this time our local paper shows up and we give a quick interview. Most of the questions are centered on our income. The reporter wisely avoids the question of sex between the two of us. Being in the Bible-Belt that’s a question you don’t ask of a married couple in public. I would’ve ended the interview if the reporter had asked any questions along those lines.
It’s nearly 1 o’clock by the time we make it home. I’ve arranged for Kathryn’s birthday present to be delivered that morning while we were in court. Kathryn loves the water so I bought her a speed boat so we could spend some time skiing on the lake. I know Kathryn has to wait until she is sixteen to legally pilot her new boat, but that doesn’t mean she has to wait to enjoy it. Seeing the red boat in our driveway with a large red ribbon on it Kathryn asks, “Is that my birthday present?
Smiling I say, “I think you have enough jewelry for now, so I got you something we can both enjoy.”
Kathryn throws her arms around me and says, “I love you JJ.” The whole family takes the boat for a ride early that afternoon. Of course Kathryn is at the wheel the second we are out of sight of the city docks. Kathryn is grinning ear to ear as she brings the boat up to full speed across the open water. Kathryn has piloted boats over the last few years, first my bass boat, and then her father’s. She’s quite good at it. This is the fastest boat she’s ever been on and she loves the speed it has. From our boat house to the city dock only takes around twelve minutes in one of our bass boats. Kathryn covers the entire distance in eight minutes flat. Pulling the boat to the dock Kathryn only waits long enough for us to tie the boat, before she jumps into my arms and showers me with kisses.
Mom and Helen laugh from the docks. Helen says, “Apparently JJ she really loves the boat.”
Later on that afternoon Kathryn and I are relaxing by the pool, and a few of our friends from school come by to visit. Most of them have not been here since the party over year ago. When they ask Kathryn what college she plans on attending she gives me a slight squeeze of my hand. Kathryn finally says, “I’m not going to go to college. Like I said before I already have over 128 million in the bank. For me going to college would be, would be like JJ going to high school. It was fun for him, but he could’ve made a lot more money by skipping it. Besides that I plan on starting a family soon. We can do that now that we’re married.”
Marshall and Misty are there, Marshall graduated with us and Misty would be a senior this fall. Marshall says, “Dad hit the ceiling, when I told him I am taking a year off before beginning college.” He glances at Misty before continuing, “Now that I have Misty in my life I don’t want to take a chance with us being separated. So this fall we will apply to the same college’s together, and the one that accepts both of us we will attend.”
From my tutors I learned a lot about campus life, plus the two years that I spent taking classes at UCLA. I remember a few fights and breakups during that time. It’s easy for a couple to be tempted into doing something they both regret. Campus life is not conducive for most married couples. Kathryn and I don’t require additional schooling to continue with what we are currently doing.
I gave Kathryn a look asking if she would agree and say, “Marshall I have an idea for you. Your father was quite impressed by Kathryn and me when it comes to our trading partnership. Ask your father if he would mind that you spent the year learning from us how to trade, how we do our research, earning over 200% on our investments annually.”
Kathryn giggles, “Only if Misty gets to learn as well.”
I smiled and blow Kathryn a kiss and say, “They are a couple, and they both should learn how to support themselves and each other. So of course Misty needs to learn.”
Marshall smiles and says, “I think that will quiet some stormy waters, between me and my father. When can we start?”
Kathryn and I giggle, “Well, we are on our honeymoon so don’t show up before nine tomorrow morning. We’ll start with the basics, how the research a stock for its potential.”
Marshall asks, “Have you ever thought about the commodities markets?”
Kathryn says, “I’ve watched them a little bit, and I think I have a pretty good idea what will happen with a couple commodities in the near future. That’s something we probably can learn together.”
I warn them, “Commodities can make you a lot of money very quickly, but they are extremely volatile and you can lose the money just as fast. In other words they are risky.”
Marshall says, “I understand that, I have $25,000 my grandparents gave me to use. I would like to build that up as quickly as possible. Commodities would be one way to do that.”
Marshall and Misty leave shortly after that, a few more of our friends came by that afternoon most didn’t visit very long, and thank goodness none of them simply asked for money. A few of them had business proposals they want to make at a later time. I told them bring their business plan and we’ll go over it.
Kathryn and I a laugh to ourselves realizing it would probably be months before this all died down. It’s not that I minded helping some of my friends create businesses of their own I just wondered how much time I would have left for Kathryn and our children. That’s when I remembered an article I found in Forbes a long time ago about a man who helped others and remained a semi-silent partner, he only helped them initially and stayed available to assist them later. As I understood he had plenty of time to go out and find new people to assist. That possibly may be just the way to go. Get someone that has a little bit of initiative, give them the means to carry it out and then get repaid for taking the risk.
We are bringing dinner from my favorite restaurant in town, the food there is usually fairly simple, like whipped potatoes with butter, a meat loaf or pot roast, there’s no menu, you order what the cook has prepared that day. Usually get a choice of two entrées, others days he may just have one, but out does himself then. Tonight he’s having one of his special dinners, it is a great barbecue brisket cooked till it is fork tender. I’m sure Sunday will have something very special then. But tonight is a little like the wedding something unexpected yet great.
My marriage license I scanned it is now my screensaver. When it first popped up Kathryn had me send her the file now it’s hers too. We did a little work like normal that evening, watched a little TV with the family about at nine o’clock we disappeared into our room.
Kathryn disappeared into the walk-in closet, when she came out she was wearing a white negligee that made her beautiful body look fantastic. For her age Kathryn has matured into an extremely gorgeous woman by anyone’s standard. If you had no idea of her age you would never guess she was only fourteen. I know I never thought of her as being a young girl, she’s always acted similar to our peers, if not older.
Kathryn as she walks to me has a sway to her hips that says I’m all woman. Her eyes and smile says she’s all mine, it enough to make me start ripping off my clothes. As soon as I drop my boxers and kick them off Kathryn is there she wraps me into her arms and says, “Now JJ we’re finally husband-and-wife, I am Mrs. Kathryn Meyer and I’m going to be forever. I’m yours forever my husband.”
Holding her gorgeous body to me in a loving hug I say, “I love you Kathryn. I’m yours forever my wife.”
Kathryn rises up to kiss me and I meet her halfway, I sweep her off her feet and carry her to our bed. On the nightstands are dozens of fresh roses, their fragrance fills the entire room. I set Kathryn gently down, kneeling down in front of her I ask, “Kathryn Meyer, my love will you marry me on the fourth?”
Kathryn giggles, “You afraid that just one won’t keep, you got to marry me twice?”
“No my Love, it’s just that were getting married again on the fourth. So you deserved to be asked again. Think of it as me helping you have your dream wedding.” I smile while holding her hand.
Kathryn returning my smile says, “In that case, I will marry you again now, on the fourth of this month, or any other time you ask me my answer will always be, yes my Love.”
We pull into a passionate kiss by the end of it we’re both nude. It’s funny I don’t ever remember pulling off her negligee. She pulls me further onto the bed and I lie down beside her we kiss and fondle touching to please the other. My hands of worked her nipples until there hard as diamonds. I kiss down and take one of her nipples teasing it with my tongue Kathryn moans, “My husband is even better at this than my boyfriend was.” After that she shudders and holds me to her breast as her legs wrap themselves around me.
When she finally releases my head mainly because she wants me to move to her other breast I say to her, “Your husband has more love for you now than I ever had before. I have more love to put into our lovemaking.”
Martial arts teaches you how to move and use energy from your body to do what your hands normally couldn’t do, when you draw your energy to shatter two by fours. A thought hits me and I wonder if there’s a different use I can use the energy from my body for. Instead of drawing energy to destroy I draw the energy to please I pull my feelings my love into my next contact with Kathryn as my lips meet her nipple feeling the energy that passes between the two of us. At this contact Kathryn arches her back and screams in pleasure, “FUCK YES THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”
As I suck and tease it I can feel the tingle in my own mouth as the energy still passes between us Kathryn’s hands on the back of my head holding me tightly to her breast. My tongue teases her nipple running circles around it teasing it forward, backwards, up and down push it in the suck it out. Kathryn grinds herself into me, I’m aware just how wet she is gotten and right now I would love to disengage and put my face right in Kathryn’s beautiful pussy. To send this pleasure through her pussy, her clitoris, force the energy the very tip of my tongue as I use my tongue spread her vagina. Before I can Kathryn screams, “OH FUCK I’M CUMMING.” Kathryn’s hips fly up, she’s holding them tightly against me as she spurts twice then falls limp back to the bed. Kathryn is gasping for air as she pulls my face up so she can look into my eyes. Not panting as hard Kathryn says, “You must be using all your love to make me feel that good.”
I grin and bring my lips to hers still have my energy focused on them and my tongue. Once our lips make contact Kathryn’s hands flies around my head. Her lips part and my tongue probes her mouth, Kathryn shudders moaning loudly in my mouth. I ease back on my energy slowly lowering the effect. Kathryn allows me to break our kiss now. Kathryn complaints, “JJ, why’d you stop, I was just about to cum again?”
Not saying anything I move over top of her in position my cock before bringing my lips back to hers. I start slowly into a passionate kiss bringing my energy up when she first can feel it I feel her raising her hips forcing my head into her. Kathryn is incredibly wet, but her pussy squeezes tightly almost forcing me back out. I bring my hips down as I bring my energy up, the kiss is even more passionate and she begins to quiver from her lips all the way through her body down into her pussy sending pleasure through me. Now I can fill her energy beginning to match my own, I sink deeper feeling the tingle as her energy inters me through my cock. I fuck into her getting deeper each stroke until my cock finally is pushing against her cervix. My energy is now on a level I haven’t ever tried before. Kathryn’s energy flows into me and I know no matter what I do I will soon let loose a torrent of my cum into my love filling her womb.
I don’t want push through her cervix her womb now holds our child. I bring a little my energy through my cock giving some back of what Kathryn is giving me. Kathryn’s back arches breaking our kiss and she screams a high pitch animalistic sound. I flood her with all of the cum my body has. When our orgasm subsides we’re wiped out totally, it’s all I can do to extract myself and move to her side pulling her close before sleep takes us both.
It’s early in the morning when I wake. I see the first rays of sunlight had just broken over the hill to the east. Kathryn’s breathing is still slow and steady so she probably still sleeps. I lay there holding my wife, not wanting to disturb her. Kathryn awakes with a giggle she raises her head looking into my eyes she says, “Wow Love that was so intense, I could feel your love flowing from your kiss.”
I ask, “Did you realize you were doing the same thing?”
Giggling Kathryn says, “Yes, just not the same part of the body.”
Caressing her back, this love we share is something very special indeed. I wonder if the bond we share is what makes it possible. Does it allow us to share our energy, our passion and our souls? Is that why were so much better together than we are apart. I know everything I do seems so much easier when she’s near me. We truly are together greater than we are apart.
An idea comes to me since we’re already married Kathryn and I can meet Alyssa, Edward, Joan and Johnny at the airport. We don’t have to worry about them finding out that we’re actually having sex, because we’re already on our honeymoon. It will be a nice surprise for them, I’ll drive them here and they can use any car they want. I asked Kathryn, “How would you like to meet Joan at the airport today?”
Kathryn giggles, “Oh that’s right we don’t have to hide the fact were sleeping together anymore.”
Marshall and Misty will be here 9:00 but it’s barely 6:30 I pull Kathryn to me kissing her I feel her pushing energy into her lips the way I did yesterday. The feeling is so intense forces me to break our kiss or ejaculate right then. Chuckling I say, “We’re going to have to figure out how to do that without ending our lovemaking in less than five minutes.”
Giggling Kathryn asks, “So I was having an effect on you?”
Honestly I say, “Any longer and I would’ve been through for at least half an hour.”
Kathryn giggles and says, “You got to let me try, I want to learn how to make you have an orgasm with just to kiss too.”
With a devilish grin I say, “Only if you let me go down and see what I can do to that gorgeous clit of yours afterwards.”
Giggling Kathryn says, “Oh this is going to be fun. This is going to require a lot of experimentation.”
I lean back in beginning another kiss I can feel Kathryn pushing her energy into me. She pushes a lot I feel her hand barely caress my shaft between her lips and her hand makes a complete circuit. In less than 30 seconds I’m cumming hard and have to break our kiss to catch my breath. Kathryn giggles, “Now I can do you so you better be good or we’ll both have creamy underwear.”
When I ejaculate most of it sprayed all over Kathryn, from just below her breasts all the way down to her thighs. Joking I say, “Looks like to be more than just your underwear.”
Bringing a little up to her mouth on her finger Kathryn licks her finger clean before repeating, after the third time Kathryn says, “Still taste just as good.”
I slide down between her legs as she gives me an excited expression. I spread her legs and move my energy into my lips and tongue. I begin to please Kathryn like I have done numerous times before. This time her hips immediately buck up forcing more contact, and Kathryn moans, “Oh yes it’s better, more intense.”
Giving the pleasure is also more intense, and my body reacts to it. Normally it would take another ten possibly fifteen minutes before I was completely hard again, but I am now rock hard. When my tongue parts her lips of her pussy running toward her clitoris Kathryn is practically dripping. I drop the energy just for a moment as I envelop her clit in my mouth and tongue like I had before. Waiting only seconds before offering the energy to Kathryn, she practically explodes, she begins spurting almost immediately and rocking around, screaming at the top of her lungs and kicking into the air. As long as I give her the energy her orgasm doesn’t let up as soon as I pull back she falls limply to the bed panting.
Kathryn rising up on her elbows looking at me says, “JJ that was so, so very intense I don’t think I could take that very often.”
Chuckling I say, “Okay love, we’ll take it easy doing this only by a kiss for now, and only when we’re alone and making love.”
Pulling me up to where we can kiss Kathryn says, “We can experiment a lot more between kids. Besides that it being quick may be very good then. I hear parents don’t have a lot of time to make love.”
From the doorway we hear Mom say, “JJ, what the hell were you doing to her?”
Kathryn giggles and says before I could stop her. “He was using his life force, and love to give me an orgasm.”
Grandma who has just reached the top of the stairs says, “You got be the luckiest woman ever Kathryn. It sounded like you were going to explode.”
I only raise my chest up enough for them to see; I’m still dripping with Kathryn’s juices and say, “Like you think she didn’t. We got to change the sheets by the way.” Running her fingers through it Kathryn giggles. The two older women just shut the door and leave us alone. A few seconds later we hear their laughter coming from the stairwell.
We shower and dress going down for breakfast, Mom and Grandma has retreated to their rooms. Kathryn and I begin making breakfast for them. Its 8:30 and by time breakfast is ready Marshall and Misty should be here and we made enough for them to share with us. Exactly at 9 o’clock the doorbell rings and Marshall and Misty wait outside for us to let them in. Kathryn goes to the door, pulling the couple back to the kitchen, where two plates await them.
The two glances at the food then back to each other without saying anything else, they basically attack their food. It was like neither of them had eaten at least for a day. Now Kathryn and I are both good cooks but the way these two were eating you would think we were top-notch chefs. When they had finished both look up with still hungry faces. I quickly added more to their plates. The second helping they seem to eat a little slower, maybe not wanting to appear so greedy.
Kathryn brings them both a glass of milk and asked if they would like coffee. Marshall drains half his glass of milk in a single gulp. He is shaking his head yes to the coffee. Misty declines the coffee but politely says, “No thank you.”
I’m cooking eggs for Kathryn mom and grandma and I, Marshall had a third helping, consuming the rest I had already prepared. I got to hear the story behind this. Marshall has been a good friend for a long time, and he was one of the first I made on the football team as freshman. I shared a few meals with him and this is the first time I’ve ever seen him this hungry. I notice something else he’s wearing the same clothes he was in yesterday. Taking a closer look at Misty is as well and I say, “Okay guys let’s hear it, what’s the story behind you to in the same clothing and apparently hadn’t eaten in a day.”
Misty is now visibly shaking she is also watching how Marshall is reacting. Marshall is tense but he also trusts me, we had been friends for nearly four years now. A little shaky Marshall says, “Remember yesterday I told you about Dad hitting the ceiling, well it was a little worse than that. He has thrown me out saying I shouldn’t give up a scholarship for love that’s not going to last anyway.” He stopped for a second and turns to Misty he whispers a silent I’m sorry before beginning again. “He’s locked me out of all my accounts. So I don’t have a cent to my name. Yesterday afternoon Misty’s parents tossed her out as well. Dammit JJ I don’t know what to do. I know Misty’s Mom and Dad would probably let her come home if she gave me up…”
Misty interrupts him right then, “You know that’s not going to happen, I had a crush on you since grade school. Now I finally have you nothing is going take you away from me.”
I smile at that and Kathryn runs her hand over my shoulder lovingly. Kathryn says, “We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.” The two of them smile and lean on each other.
I smile and say, “I own two houses with a total of twelve bedrooms. I’m sure we can find one for the two of you.”
Mom says, “Yes, it’s about time you got some use out of this house. With Alyssa and family here we’ll have to put you in my wing, or the old house.
Marshal asks, “The house at the hard top?”
I say, “Yes.” Misty and Marshal hearing that smile brightly. I say, “The house could use having someone live in it again.”
Mom points out quickly saying, “The house doesn’t have any furniture in it, but we can fix that quickly.”
We go to a furniture store in town, looking for the furniture to go in the house. I use this to teach Marshall and Misty about identifying quality product, going to the furniture more thoroughly now. We notice several companies have taken to making shortcuts in the manufacture of their product. Looking intensely it’s easy to see the difference between lower and higher quality manufacturing processes. I insist on the higher end furniture and we make note of its manufacturer. The store being local can deliver the furniture this afternoon. Mom volunteers to be there to sign for it.
Marshall, Misty, Kathryn and I return home, we look up the manufacture of the furniture we purchased. I tell them knowing the product is one step in deciding which stock to purchase. Quality product speaks for the company, as loudly as a poor product. Products with inferior manufacturing techniques speak of the company desperate to save money. It may take those companies’ years to recover from this attempt; the loss in consumer satisfaction may even bankrupt the company.
The manufacturer we purchased from shows a good quarterly profit over the last four years. I do another search on consumer satisfaction, finding it very high. Kathryn I both know that those are three things that say stock will be a long-term investment. Placing money in that company to earn the dividends, a level at which the stock is increasing is slow but steady. It’s not a candidate for day trading. It’s a stock I’ll buy it to move my money from either a lower paying stock or one I no longer have certainty in long term earning potential. Kathryn and I roll over some of our dividends into the stock, after having Marshall and Misty purchase the stock first. They question why we had them go first until they saw the immediate jump in the stock price after we made our purchase.
I created two accounts, one for Marshall and Misty each. They had assumed the accounts were trial accounts, but in actuality I create actual accounts placing one hundred thousand dollars in each. I instructed Marshall and Misty to transfer the entire amount to the stock we selected.
Once Kathryn and I make our purchase, the price increased on the stock, their one hundred thousand dollars quickly became one hundred and twenty thousand dollars. For a while now I’ve noticed whenever I make a large purchase others follow. Today is no exception ten minutes after my purchase is finalized. There’s another quick jump in the stock from a 20% increase to a 35% increase in price. I have Marshall and Misty sale one hundred thousand dollars moving it back to cash within minutes of the final bell. Stock prices had continued to rise and Marshall and Misty have one hundred thousand dollars cash and just over forty thousand dollars in stock.
I then confess to them that the accounts are genuine and actually contain one hundred thousand in cash. Marshall and Misty immediately want me to take it all back the two hundred thousand dollars and the stocks. Causing Kathryn to giggle before she says, “He did the same thing to me about two years ago. If you don’t watch it he’ll just keep adding money to your account.”
I reminded them that they had agreed to allow me to instruct them on the stock market, how to trade, research and make profit. I told him there’s no way I could do that and close their accounts. Since they made the trades they were responsible for their stocks, when I finished instructing them I will allow them to transfer back the original two hundred thousand dollars and not a minute before.
Marshall knew how stubborn I can be. If I told someone something I would do there is no way anyone would stop me from making it happen. Bringing his hands up in surrender Marshall says, “We did agree that you could train us on trading. But we had no idea you were going to give us two hundred thousand dollars to use.”
Smiling I tell Marshall and Misty, “Think of it as incentive, if you do what I tell you, you will have more than enough money to pay me back fully. At the end of the year you should have enough to go to college without any restrictions, no need for student loans or scholarships. If I do well enough on your instructions, not only that you should be able to go on your residuals without touching the principal of your wealth.
Marshall is a little stunned says, “You mean you’re not going to take more than 200,000 back even if we had made more than three, four or five times that by then.”
Smiling I say, “Think of it as incentive, if I screw up teaching you. I’m the one will be out one hundred thousand dollars. Granted that’s not much of an incentive for me. But I really doubt you would allow me to put ten million in accounts for you. Trust me I made way over that two hundred thousand dollars today, you each made forty thousand dollars in the stock, because it increased in price. Kathryn and I made over ten times that.
Misty says, “So you’re going to let us keep what we make, only take the 200,000 back.”
Kathryn giggling says, “We don’t even have to take that back, JJ and I have more money than what will ever spend.”
Marshall says, “I don’t really know what to say, last night everything looked like it was going to fall apart. I was going to lose Misty, maybe not today but I would have given her up for her own good. I wasn’t going to let her starve. The way the economy is around here I may not have been able to find a job fast enough, or one that would support us.”
Misty interrupts him, “Marshall, don’t think for one second I will ever leave you because times get a little tough. Now JJ saved us, I actually made more today than my father did all last year. We can live off the eighty thousand dollars for at least a few years. No one is going to starve.”
My stomach growls before I say, “I don’t know about that, the way Marshall is eating didn’t leave me much for breakfast, and we’re late for lunch.”
Kathryn giggles, “It’s not going to kill you to be a little hungry.” My stomach growls again, Kathryn shakes her head and says, “Okay let’s go get something to eat.”
Marshall gets an odd expression, I remember him saying he didn’t have a dime to his name. I pulled Marshall over to the side to speak with him privately. “Marshall, you said your grandparents had given you twenty-five thousand dollars for you to use, but your father had locked you out of your accounts. I tell you what I’m going to do I’m going to advance you twenty-five thousand dollars for you to use in any form or fashion you care to. Now you’ll have to do some work around here to pay me back for it, or I’ll let you decide to repay me when your father unlocks your accounts.”
Marshall quickly says, “JJ, you know me I’ll help around here without being paid for it. Just staying here will be payment enough for me to do anything you need doing.”
I say, “Okay Marshall, we’ll go by the bank today and start another account one your father can’t access, loan you the 25,000 until you can repay it, right now you’ll need it to replace your wardrobe for you and Misty.” Jokingly I add, “Plus you’re paying for lunch.”
Laughing Marshall says, “We better hurry to the bank, before you die of hunger.”

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 1 & 2

This is a long story of adventure and romance that I have broken into parts to make it easier to read and more manageable. It is typical of my stories, ie. it’s a story with sex, sort of like couples porn. It takes a while to get started so please have patience.
CHAPTER 1
I have many fond memories of learning to fish with my parents. They had a summer place—just a small rectangular bungalow with no ceilings and old beat up furniture–on the north shore of Long Island back in the day when there was nothing there but potato farms and woods. I remember my mom driving more than a dozen miles to the nearest supermarket and going to the beach every day seeing absolutely nobody in either direction as far as you could see.
I started fishing with a drop line, copying my mom’s style—she refused to use a rod and reel. We were thrilled to catch little sand sharks and porgies, or blowfish in the spring when the water was too cold to even stand in. Later, as I grew older, I had my own spinning reel and casting rod. A small rowboat made it possible for us to fish in areas unreachable from shore. We only had a 5 HP motor on it, but it got us where we needed to go—slowly, but we did get there eventually. My teenage friends and I got better and smarter, catching tons of flounder and blackfish in the spring and porgies and fluke in the summer. Unfortunately, we usually missed the fall blackfish run due to our school obligations.
Now as a single adult I had my own boat. I bought it for peanuts last fall from a guy who hadn’t used it for years. The convertible lounge seats were all chewed up by squirrels and the deck had a few holes in it. The motor, a 150 HP Mercury—well, who knew if it would even run? This became my winter project. I ripped out the seats, the marine carpeting and eventually, the deck. It was all worthless junk. I installed a new deck of half-inch marine plywood, screwing it in place with stainless screws. I clad the deck in fiberglass, glued down new carpeting and replaced the old seating which was too low with captain’s chairs that would swivel and turn. I could fish from them whether I was anchored or drifting.
I had to wait for fairly warm weather to clean up the exterior—I took care of that job during my Easter vacation—I’m a junior high science teacher. Then, using a recommendation from the head of maintenance in our school district, I took the engine to a mechanic. As I guessed it was useless. The mechanic offered me a rebuilt engine for mine and $2,000. I took the deal. He could use the old engine for parts and I got a decent, if smaller at 125 HP, but working engine. He even threw in a one-year warranty on it.
Now I was ready to fish. It was Memorial Day weekend and it’s early—6:00 a.m. when I rise. I hooked the trailer to my truck last night and loaded my rods, tackle, and plenty of ice and soda in the cooler. I drove to the nearest deli for a Number 1 Special—two fried eggs and bacon on a hard roll with butter and salt/pepper. I bought a large bottle of OJ and a Virginia ham sub for my lunch.
My next stop was the bait shop where I picked up a dozen sand worms, some heavy duty Virginia hooks
and a bunch of sinkers. I was fishing for blackfish; they live in rocky areas where they eat stuff like crabs and barnacles. It was really easy to get hung up in the rocks and lose your tackle, so it paid to have lots and lots extra.
I drove the short distance to the boat ramp in Port Jefferson—it’s a great facility with four ramps and parking for about a hundred cars and trailers. It took me about ten minutes to drop the boat in the water, park, and return to start the engine. It was really reassuring to hear it purr as I backed out from the dock and turned into the channel. The speed limit is 12 mph and it’s closely monitored by the county cops so I was very careful while I was in the harbor. It gave me a chance to eat my breakfast and relax in my new captain’s chair where I could see clearly through the windshield and all around for safety. In about ten minutes I was finished with my egg sandwich as I drove between the stone breakwaters into Long Island Sound. One of the things I love about the Sound is that it is almost always calm—not lake calm, but pretty damned close. This morning there was only a slight chop with wavelets that couldn’t have been more than an inch or two high. “Perfect for fishing,” I thought out loud. Too bad I’d never get the chance.
I rammed the throttle forward, lifting my old Thunderbird tri-hull onto plane as I headed west toward Crane’s Neck, home of about a thousand big rocks and some huge blacks. I pulled out about a half-mile to avoid any submerged boulders and was about to turn back toward land when a glint of yellow caught my eye about two to three miles out. There are lots of colors on the water, but yellow isn’t one of them. I changed course, screaming toward the color at almost forty miles per hour. I’ll say one thing for the tri-hull—it ran great. It went right onto plane and held it easily, the bow only about six inches higher than the stern.
I was about a mile away and closing fast when I realized it was a boat wreck I was approaching. Pulling out my binoculars I thought I could see someone clinging to the wreckage. The water at this time of year was cold, probably not more than 55 degrees, so a person in the water for any period of time was facing a really bad case of hypothermia. I cut the engine to a slow crawl when I got within a hundred feet. The bow of the wreck was just above the water level and a young woman was hanging on for her life, her clothing soaked by the action of the tiny waves. As I approached it seemed that the boat was sinking. It was noticeably lower in the water when I pulled up and stopped.
Using the boat hook I grabbed under her arm and pulled her closer to the boat. I knew anyone suffering from hypothermia would be unable to climb into my boat or even assist in any way. Straddling the side I grabbed her shirt, dropped the hook to the deck, and pulled her up with both hands. She wasn’t heavy, but she was dead weight and her clothes were sodden. Once I was able to get her hips onto the gunwale the rest was easy. I levered her down to the deck.
I rubbed her face telling her, “Hold on, I’ll call the police. They’ll get you to a hospital.”
I wasn’t expecting much of a response under these circumstances, but she looked up at me and whispered, ”Please…no…police…no…police.” Don’t ask me why I listened to her. For all I knew she could have been delirious. I pulled my knife—I keep it razor sharp for filleting—and cut up the back of her shirt. I cut off her bra. I had to get her out of the wet clothing. Diving into the tiny cuddy cabin, I pulled out the sweatshirt I keep there for emergencies. I shrugged her into it. Next I pulled off her shoes, slacks, and panties. I didn’t have any sweatpants but I did have a rubber rain suit. I pulled the much-too-big overalls over her, fastening the straps over her shoulders. The jacket followed. The rubber outfit had fantastic insulating properties and getting her warm was the number one priority. I pulled her into the tiny cabin which was almost seven feet long, but only three feet high. I wrapped her body in an old beach blanket and headed home. In the few minutes I had been on the wreck site the boat had slid beneath the surface. I entered the Latitude/Longitude as a waypoint into my GPS in case I needed the location in the future.
CHAPTER 2
I moved the idling engine into “Forward” and accelerated as I reversed my earlier course back to the harbor. Cruising at twelve mph in the harbor was maddening but there was nothing I could do. A speeding ticket would cost $200 and sitting around while they wrote the ticket would take even longer than poking along. I found a place at the dock, ran to my truck and backed down. It took me only minutes to winch the boat onto the trailer. Now I had a dilemma—it’s illegal to transport anyone in any kind of trailer, but I didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to my guest. I left her there while I tied the boat down and returned home.
Critical minutes later I pulled into the driveway, ran back to the boat, and pulled her out of the cabin. She was barely conscious. I sat her on the gunwale while I jumped down and let her fall into my arms. I carried her to the door, unlocked it and ran inside. I stopped in the bathroom and filled the tub. Most people would assume that hot water would be needed, but I knew that warm was better—just as long as it was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I stripped her again, ignoring her breasts, pussy, and the rest of her body. I eased her into the tub. Seconds later I realized that this wasn’t going to work—she was too weak to hold herself up. Cursing my stupidity I stripped out of my shoes, socks, and jeans before pulling my t-shirt over my head. I slipped into the tub with her in only my boxers, sitting behind her, my arms around her waist.
We sat in the tub for more than an hour as I refilled the tub regularly and talked to her. Try talking nonstop to a stranger for an hour—go ahead! I was talking about everything from the baseball season—I’m a Yankee fan—to what was going on in my school, to politics, to anything I could think of. I knew she was coming around when she gasped, “What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you and why are you in this tub with me?”
“Well,” I replied, “I’m just saying anything that comes to mind to try to keep you awake. Second, I’m Pete. This is my house. I’m a teacher in a nearby junior high, and I’m here with you saving your life even though I’d rather be out fishing. That’s where I was heading when I found you clinging to your boat. I’m getting up now. Can you keep yourself from drowning?” She nodded so I got up, dropped my boxers, dried off, and dressed before returning to her with some of my clothes.
Kneeling next to her I spoke, “Let’s get you out of here, dressed, and into bed. No, I’m not leaving you here to do it—you’re too weak—besides I’ve already seen everything there is to see. The tub is a great way to get your core temperature back to normal, but being in the water for too long will actually harm you, just like staying in a Jacuzzi too long.” When she looked at me crazily I continued, “I’m a science teacher. I know lots of useless stuff like that. Let’s get you out and dry. C’mon.”
I helped her up and sat her on the edge of the tub while I dried her with a fluffy towel. I helped her into a pair of warm sweatpants and sweatshirt. They were much too big for her, but they were the best I could do at the moment. I tucked her into bed with a couple of pillows to support her. “I think you’ll be OK now, but I want to take your temperature. Luckily for you I have one of those things you stick in a person’s ear. My only other one is a rectal.”
She chuckled, “Promises, promises.” I joined her in laughing as I pushed the device into her ear. It “pinged” seconds later, “93.2,” I told her, “That’s not too bad, considering. Want to tell me what happened and why you don’t want the police involved?
“I’d just as soon skip my name for now, if you don’t mind. It’s enough to know that I was out with my boyfriend. We were going out to Mystic—that’s in Connecticut, you know.” I nodded both to show I knew and that I wanted her to continue. “My boyfriend gambles, or maybe I should say gambled, because I’m sure he’s dead. He owed a fortune to these gangsters and he had no way to pay them. We were in the middle of the Sound when a speedboat caught up with us. They forced their way on board and locked me in one of the cabins. Then I heard shooting—lots of shooting—and about twenty minutes later I saw water coming into the cabin. Luckily, there was a fire extinguisher, a big one, in with me. I swung it at the door and eventually broke the lock. By then the water was up to my ankles and the boat was tilting. It was all I could do to climb up to the front hatch. I climbed out onto the bow and waited…and waited. It was dark and there was no sign of the other boat. I couldn’t look for my boyfriend—the boat was mostly underwater. All I remember is how cold I was. Then you came. Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it. Boy—does that sound lame.”
“I don’t think that thanking someone is ever lame or stupid, and you’re welcome. I think you should stay here in bed today. I have another bedroom and I can sleep there tonight. I’ll go now and make you some chicken soup. It’s homemade in my freezer so I’ll have to defrost it. That’ll help warm you. I can bring it to you in here, so just relax. Here’s the remote—watch TV if you want.” I left her alone, defrosted and heated my homemade soup in the microwave and carried a full bowl on a tray along with a cup of hot tea. I set it on a table next to the bed and helped her to reposition the pillows.
She sipped the soup, nibbled the chicken chunks and ate the rice. “This is really good. Your mom make it?”
“No, Mom died four years ago—cancer. She smoked like a chimney her entire life and wouldn’t stop, even after she was diagnosed—she could be such a stupid woman. She was 57. My dad’s also dead—heart attack at work. I’m the only one left of my whole family. I had an older brother—he died in Iraq—one of those damned IED’s–you know–homemade bombs. I made the soup. I’m single so I have to cook or go out and that’s too expensive to do every night. I really prefer turkey soup, but how often can I have a turkey? Ever think about turkey for one? I’d have it every day and every night for a couple of months, at least.” She shared my laughter.
“Marta.”
“Huh?”
“Marta, my name’s Marta. I was born in what used to be called Czechoslovakia, but my parents moved here when I was three. I grew up in New York City and attended college there. I’m a commercial artist, or I was. I don’t know if I could ever go back to work. I’m afraid they’d kill me. They tried once.”
I was thinking; Marta almost interrupted me once but apparently thought the better of it. “I think we should go boating tomorrow. I’m a certified scuba diver. I can dive on the boat and see if I can find out anything, but you’ll have to go with me—I’m sorry. It’s not safe to dive by yourself. I can’t trust anyone to go down with me so it will have to be you in the boat as my support. It’s the only way we can get some answers and try to figure out what happened.”
“Isn’t the water too cold? You could wind up like me.”
“No, I have a wet suit. It lets the water in, but quickly warms it to body temperature. I’ve worn it in the middle of winter without too much trouble. I’ll get everything out into the boat and that reminds me—my lunch is out there and what’s left of your clothes. Sorry, but I had to cut your shirt off. I’ll wash your slacks and dry them.” I jumped up and carried my gear bag to the boat. On the way in I carried my worms, my lunch, and Marta’s clothes. The lunch and worms went into the refrigerator; I turned the washer on, dropped in her clothes along with a bunch of mine and carried my scuba tanks to the boat, tying them to the rear starboard side cleat. I locked the regulator, wetsuit, and my rods in the cabin. The whole job took me about twenty minutes. When I returned to the bedroom Marta was gone. “I’m in the bathroom, OK?”
“No, I expect you to go in my sweatpants and my bed…of course it’s OK.” When she came out I took her hand, leading her on a tour of my small house. “I bought this with the money I inherited from my parents and got when my brother was killed. It’s the only decent thing that resulted from their deaths.” I showed her the other bedroom, the living room, and the eat-in kitchen. “That’s it, other than the yard. I’m at the end of a long road. The nearest neighbor is more than a quarter mile away. I’ve had a bit of trouble with burglars and vandals because I’m so isolated so there’s a perimeter alarm system and then there’s this–I opened the closet in the small bedroom—a room I used mainly as an office. I opened the sliding doors to reveal my gun collection. Locked in place were an assortment of rifles and shotguns along with a .44-Magnum revolver and two 9mm’s—a Glock and a Beretta.
Under the display panel were several drawers of ammunition. “These have special magnetic locks,” I continued, “you can’t see them, but they’re there and almost impossible to break. They open by thumb print, like this.” I held my thumb up to a tiny glass panel and a small unobtrusive LED turned green. I pulled off a .30-.30 lever action Winchester. “Maybe we should take this with us tomorrow in case we have visitors. Don’t worry…I know how to use it. My brother wasn’t the only Marine in our family.” I opened the drawer below and pulled out a box of ammo. I set both at the front door so we wouldn’t forget them. I returned to the bedroom, removed the Glock, a canvas belt holster, and a box of waterproofed ammo. When Marta gave me a questioning look I told her, “Can you shoot? No, I didn’t think so. I’ll carry this when I dive. The water’s shallow—only about 30 feet. I’ll be connected to you by a thin line. If anyone approaches you’ll pull on it five times quickly. I’ll surface and assess the situation. I think we’ll have a few rods in the water as a cover so I doubt anything will happen, but I believe in being prepared.”
I returned her to the bed, tucked her in and we talked and talked. I told her about my life—how I had graduated college and entered the Marines, gone to advanced training, and then to Afghanistan and Iraq as a specialist. I was discharged when my brother was killed. I had seen some action and even killed some insurgents. I didn’t tell her that I had been a sniper; the long rifle in my closet was one some unknown sniper had used way back in World War II. It still worked perfectly. I had sighted it in a few months ago. I had fired it at the burglars, but over their heads. I had thought about getting a dog, but I didn’t want to be tied down, at least not quite yet. I explained that I had been teaching at the local junior high and that I loved working with the kids—not so much with their parents. When asked I told her I was 29.
Marta told me about her life—she was 27—growing up in the city with immigrant parents who were more than old fashioned, about trying to date when they thought that kind of socializing was for harlots. I told her I could identify with the problem. There were lots of first generation Asian kids in my school and they often complained about their parents’ archaic views. We kept on talking until dinner when I suggested I grill some burgers. I told her I was glad for the company, and I was.
I make some great burgers. Each one is about a third of a pound and I always load on the cheese. We each ate two along with some potato salad and cole slaw I had bought at the deli yesterday. After dinner I took her to the mall, buying her some shorts, tops, bras, and sneakers. She wore an old set of flip-flops which we threw in the trash. She wore some of the new stuff, placing my sweats in the store bag. We went to bed when we got home—we were both tired. It was a long and exhausting day.
Before bed I asked about her family. “Do you want to phone them? They probably think you’re dead. On the other hand they’ll undoubtedly talk—tell others—and then if someone tried to kill you they may try again.” We agreed not to call for the time being. It was a tough decision, but the right one.
I had been in the spare bedroom about twenty minutes when I heard a whisper, “Peter, are you awake?”
“What’s the matter, Marta,” I replied.
“I’m afraid. Will you sleep with me?” This was an invitation I could not refuse. I had gotten to know some Czech women during a leave I’d spent in Prague and I thought they were really hot. Marta fit that description to a “T.” She was tall—maybe five feet nine inches—and slender with a tight ass and narrow hips. Her breasts were a B-cup–at least that’s what her bra said. I followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled up to me, her ass tight rubbing against my rising erection. “If you do that you’re going to get quite a reaction from me.”
“Good, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about not thanking you properly.”
“Marta, you’re alive and healthy. That’s all the thanks I need. Let’s go to sleep. We have to get up early.” I closed my eyes and…felt Marta’s hand on my cock. I groaned as my hand found its way to her breast. It was firm and hot, the nipple erect. Marta turned and we kissed—it was wonderful. That’s the only way I could describe it. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue inquisitive. I cupped her ass as she threw a leg over mine, baring her pussy to me. She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down several times before finding her clit. It was hard and very hot. She rubbed my tip into her clit until I felt her shudder; she came quickly, flooding my cock and abdomen as well as the shorts I usually wore to bed.
Marta rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I know I should have stopped and grabbed a condom, but at that moment it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was to fuck this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted me as much as I wanted her. She began to ride me, my seven-inch cock deep in her body, as she rubbed her clit into me with increasing force and speed. “Play with my tits, Peter…please. Rub them and squeeze them…hard. I need to be hurt. It will help me cum.”
I rolled those big hard nipples between my fingers, twisting them, knowing I was hurting this beautiful woman—knowing I was giving her exquisite pleasure, as well. She threw her head back and screamed non-stop for almost twenty seconds as her body shook uncontrolled by mind or muscle. The sight of her enduring her orgasm triggered my own. I drove my cock deep into her, lifting her almost two feet up from the bed as I bathed her womb in baby making cream again and again. On and on we went until we could go no more. She collapsed on top of me; I collapsed into the bed. I kissed her cheek and her hair as I prayed I’d have the chance to do this again.

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Modern Mage Chapter 17

Sorry about the long wait to all of my readers. I have been distracted and unable to write with the proper inspiration and wanted to do the story justice for all of you and for my own personal pride. I don’t enjoy doing something unless I do it properly. I would hate to give you all a sub-standard story. I don’t know how much time will pass between chapters or when this particular storyline will come to an end, however I will try to keep everyone informed whenever possible. I think with the practice I’ve gotten here I may try to write that book about the Hidden War I mentioned in stories I’ve posted. I will have to change some of the concept of Magick and what the different creatures of the world can do as not to infringe on the copyrighted material that inspired this storyline. Keep the feedback and comments coming and let me know what you think. If you aren’t a member of the website, please sign up and feel free to message me via PM or on my profile page or post in the forum.
After leaving the existence late that evening I realized that I had a lot to accomplish as quickly as I could. First Sindee and I had to move the rest of our stuff into the new house and then assist Natalie with moving in. Second was the transfer of properties and bank accounts into my name from the ID I had used for the last five years. Third was to continue training Sindee in Magick to ensure her safety. Fourth I needed to set up training for weapons and hand to hand combat with as many of my new allies as I could to ensure their safety and abilities in the coming fights. Most importantly and concurrently with everything else that was going on was to plan the wedding with Sindee. I loved her too much to allow even a war to stop me from marrying her.
The next several months flew past quickly with everything going on. First was the moves, Natalie was ecstatic about moving into the house and threw a large party which of course we had to attend. Natalie was like family to Sindee and as such I took to her quickly as well. While we had to hide our secrets from her we were able to enjoy the time we spent relaxing with her. Nat treated me like family which it had been five years since anyone treated me as such, especially my own father and brother. After the party Natalie and Sindee started the wedding plans in earnest, including me when choices need to be my input such as guest list, colors and food but otherwise left me out of it. I didn’t mind at all as I loved Sindee and wanted the wedding to be special for her. Planning that kind of ceremony and celebration were skills I didn’t have. It didn’t take long to get some of the details settles. We had decided to have the Ceremony on the last week of January as it would allow time to get everything ready and allow all those coming to arrive. Arthur offered the Existence as a reception hall and Guido offered to prepare the menu. After eating there Sindee jumped on the offer and the reception was taking care of with the only remaining details to discuss were the menu with Guido and provide the wedding colors and flower types to Arthur for decorating the club. We send the invitation’s out about two weeks after the planning started including to my Father and brother.
While all the wedding planning was being done I continued with Sindee’s training as a Mage. She was a fast study as evident from her career as a doctor and how well she took care of things. While she was a naturally gifted mage and took well to it she was not strong in the areas of Spirit and Matter Magick. She excelled in Life Magick however and could do things that I hadn’t the knowledge to do. I started to learn from her in Life Magicks as I taught her to manipulate reality in the other areas. I was even more impressed and amazed by her because once she realized that she could change her body however she wanted she had such self-confidence and awareness that she was as happy with her appearance and body that she wouldn’t change it. Sindee is the most amazing woman I had ever known and every day I fell more in love with her. She progressed quickly in most areas of her training and was more than capable of defending herself should the need arise.
I made all of the property and account changes over this time and contacted the allies I had gathered from around the world to update them on my contact information. From a few of the groups I asked them to send a few volunteers who could assist in training my allies here for what may be coming. I wasn’t looking to turn everyone into soldiers, just enable them to defend themselves and each other should it become necessary. Four people moved into the area near the new house and came around daily to train with anyone who was willing. I spent some of my time learning from them with everyone else that was interested. You may have noticed by now that while I am trained and can fight I am not the greatest at it so I spent a few months getting my ass kicked along with everyone else in order to learn to defend myself better. Everyone who intended to aid in fighting the war not just defending the node was required to train with firearms so no one got shot accidentally. I had heard Sam telling a story about JD at the Existence and didn’t want that to happen here.
Halloween came and went with a costume party at the Existence and I have to say a bunch of supernatural beings dressed for Halloween is an incredible sight. There were some who dressed as the clichéd version of what every category they fell into. There were a couple of Lugosi style vampires as well as a few who mocked Twilight with body glitter and yellow or red contact lenses. There were some Old Hag Wicked Witches and Glinda the Good Witch costumes, Warlocks and Wizards the like of Gandolf and Dumbledore types. The werewolf costumes made me laugh after having seen and met the real thing, then again most of the costumes were funny especially as they were being in most cases worn by the real deal. There were plenty of Fae costumes from the nightmare creatures to the winged fairies and pixies. The was no lack of the Sexy Witch, Vampire, schoolgirl or anything sexy really among the mix. It was a fun evening and I took everyone from the property into the bar for the party.
At Thanksgiving Sindee and I were joined by a large crowd at the house. She had invited Natalie over and a few others from the hospital were invited but they were spending the holiday with their family. Arthur arrived with Jaq as his date and Sam came along as well. Arthur and Jaq have been spending a lot of time together and I couldn’t be happier for either of them. Arthur was a very good man even if he didn’t believe it himself all the time and Jaq was such an amazing woman and made him smile despite all that her has to worry about in the world. Marcus and Kyra of course came together as they were growing very close. Marcus was an old man in a young body and Kyra’s influence has brought him around to acting his apparent age instead of his actual one and that could only be good for both of them. Talia and George showed up together as a couple, Sam had given him the night off from protecting Arthur and seemed happy that the lonely wolf was finding someone to spend time with. I think despite her gruff and distant seeming attitude she was the one that held their group together at its heart. Guido came over but we wouldn’t let him in the kitchen, no matter how great a chef he was. Sindee and I prepared dinner for everyone that came. There were about another dozen people there all told, some from the werewolf pack and the four volunteers who came to train my people. The evening was very nice as we all spent time learning about each other as people and not discussing any of our strange realities since there were a few uninitiated humans around.
The first week of December arrived and we started getting responses to the wedding invitations. While it didn’t surprise me, it bothered Sindee that responses from my father and brother were that neither of them would be attending. I sat and spoke with her regarding the situation.
“Why would they not attend the wedding?” Sindee asked with a look somewhere between angry and upset.
“I don’t know how to fully explain it but since the attack that took the rest of our family they and I haven’t gotten along. It could be survivor’s guilt for them or anger at me for failing to protect everyone. I know I did everything I could as a sixteen year old kid, but now after what happened with my trip through time I feel guilty because I know now I could have stopped it easily. I can’t blame them if they are angry anymore because I blame myself for not changing things even though I know I did what was right. I tried for the time I remained at home to rebuild the relationship I lost with them and have attempted to remain in contact since but as you’ve seen it has changed nothing….” I trailed off not knowing what else to say.
“I met you right after that happened and was amazed by what you attempted to do. You were a sixteen year old kid who stood up to what you thought was a killer and who turned out to be more dangerous then you could have ever imagined at that time. It doesn’t matter what else happened you succeeded in saving them.” Sindee stepped up and wrapped me in her arms. She tilted her head up to look me in the eyes before continuing, “As for being guilty about not changing the past when you had the chance, let us discuss that. You have told me that if you had you might not be a Mage now, is that correct?”
“Yes, but..,” I started but she put her fingers to my mouth to silence me.
“No interrupting or explanations, just answers for now. So there is the chance you may not have awakened at all. If you hadn’t awakened that night you would not be around to have made that trip back in time and would all of you would be dead including you correct?” She gave me an expectant stare.
“Probably yes” I replied, fighting the tears in my eyes.
“Even if you had stopped that night from happening you would most likely have disappeared from this timeline on that night if I understand Time Magick correctly from your explanations. You can elaborate a little on this answer,” she gave me a smirk as she finished that statement.
“When dealing with normal Time Magicks yes, I would most likely have ceased to exist on this timeline as I was because what created me now had been changed. However since my trip through time was the result of something other than Time Magick I may have continued to exist here as I did even if I changed the past.” I answered.
“If either of those two things occurred you would not have been in the hospital for me to help you. While I fell in love with you after seeing you again here in Las Vegas, my feeling for you started with the admiration I had for a kid standing up to a serial killer to defend his family. That would mean that we most likely would have never found each other. I know in my heart that I would not be happy never having known you. Your act inspired me to stay in medicine to help people over going into research like my parents; you awakened not just me to the greater truth of the world but also my heart into what true love is about. I wouldn’t trade that for anything and I hope you feel the same way and allow yourself to let go of the guilt. Do you believe in your heart that you made the right choice?”
I was stunned with what she told me. She says that I inspired her, but her words and love have done more for me than anyone else in my life. Sindee’s heart and love reminded me of the way my mother treated everyone and I knew now more than ever that she was irreplaceable to my heart. Wrapped my arms even tighter around her and stared into Sindee’s grey eyes, “Yes, I made the right choice, really the only choice as what happened made me who I am today.” Once I said that I felt the presence of four beings around us and shivered as I felt like four more people wrapped their arms around Sindee and I. Sindee shivered as she felt it as well. I used Mind and Spirit Magick to allow Sindee and I to see who was here with us. We saw my mother, both sisters and my brother wrapping their energy around us before fading and moving on. I won’t say my guilt disappeared because that would be a lie and I know I’d revisit it from time to time, but the burden seemed to be lessened.
Sindee smiled and me and that alone made the world seem a better place, “Then if they wish to avoid the wedding that’s fine. They may be your blood but that doesn’t make them family. You have created a real family with me, Nat, Marcus and Kyra, Talia and even Arthur and his people treat us all as part of their family.”
I had to admit that she was right as usual, I’m not sure if I’d ever come out right when we argued in the future but just being with her made it more than worth it. The month passed even faster with the Christmas shopping and decorating. We made the rounds on Christmas to all of our friends or they came to our house for dinner or drinks. While I had a large family as a child before losing them I had never had so many people as an extended family. I counted myself lucky in that regard as not only did I have the friends I’ve met since coming to Vegas some of the people I’ve met traveling around the world came to visit in the Holiday season. New Year’s Eve was on us in a blink and went to the Existence for the party night. During these months Sindee and Jaq had grown to be close friends which was no surprise as they were both incredibly strong women who worked in difficult careers. The wedding was coming up very fast and I had some additional shopping to do as Sindee decided she wanted Emerald Green as the color for the wedding. I had the Tuxedo already but had to get the right color accessories as well as pick up some items from the jeweler. Marcus was standing as my best man but Arthur was also going to be a groomsman. I purchased Emerald studded cufflinks and closures for myself and all the groomsmen and placed an order for Sindee. I had an earring, necklace and bracelet set made for her. The earrings were platinum with small diamonds surround an emerald. The Necklace was a single platinum chain with a teardrop cut emerald hanging at the front and the bracelet was also platinum with alternating diamonds and emeralds alternating settings. I knew these would be the something new for her to wear and would go with whatever gown she chose for the wedding. Sindee being very traditional when it comes to weddings would not let me see the dress before the ceremony. I planned for a trip to Hawaii for the honeymoon so that we could get away from the city and I could show her the property there. She had confided in me during one of many conversations that she had always wanted to go which was the reason I had chosen to buy it during the five years I needed to stay gone.
Sindee’s parent’s arrived back in Vegas three days before the wedding so we took them out to dinner and caught up with each other for the last several months. We had the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties two day before the wedding so there was no one that would be late or missing come time for the wedding. As much fun as was had at those parties I will not be discussing them for as everyone knows “what happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.” The day before the wedding, Sindee, her mother and Jaq as well as the other bridesmaids went to stay with Natalie in the house so they could get ready for the wedding and arrive from there while the men all stayed at our new place so we could all head out from there. The Ceremony was simple as neither Sindee nor I were overly religious. While it was a simple ceremony it was a large one as many of Sindee’s friends from work and her home came to the wedding and some of the people I met among my travels came too. In addition most of the staff regulars from the Existence that had become friends were here along with most of the pack of werewolves that were staying on or near our land. I never knew how many people I had met and befriended until we had most of them gathered into one room for the wedding. Sindee was wearing a white dress with emerald silk belt wrapped around the waist with the platinum and emerald jewelry I had Natalie give to her that morning. The dress was a simple and classic cut that just made it more perfect for her. When she started up the aisle all eyes were on her, no one’s more intently then mine. I’m sure I stopped breathing once I saw her as I was getting lightheaded until Marcus quickly jabbed me in the back with his finger and whispered into my ear, “Breath Andrew.”
I took a shallow breath and started to bring my racing heart under control and getting my lungs back into working order. I know I am biased but no matter how long my life is, I will never find a woman more beautiful than Sindee on any day let alone how breathtakingly gorgeous she was at on that day. Angels couldn’t compete with Sindee’s beauty as she was the Angel who possessed my mind, heart and soul. The ceremony was also a traditional affair as we spoke the vows as read to us, we had exchanged our own promises with Marcus, Kyra, Jaq and Arthur as witnesses a few days before so that we could speak openly about what we truly were and how that effected our future. While we spoke the traditional vows at the wedding we both held in our hearts and minds the promises we made to one another.
After the ceremony we went to the Existence for the reception and there were even more people there because some of them were unable to come to the ceremony itself. Some of the Vampires that we had come to know had stayed in the side rooms while the main areas were cleared and decorated in order that they could attend the reception and wish us well for the future. As many problems and run ins I had with vampires I have to admit that after coming to know some of them through the club; they aren’t all automatically evil. Many vampires simply wish to continue living and exist off of bagged blood and willing donors. Those that feed from the living don’t go around leaving a trail of dead bodies as they have no need to kill just to feed. The ones who do are usually dealt with by other vampires before they can get out of hand. I’m not saying that I trust them implicitly, just that if you follow a few simple rules you’re fine befriending some of them. All the denizens of the club knew to keep the conversations out of the supernatural as a few of the guest were sleepers and we all preferred it be kept that way for their sake. As the party wound down and everyone was ready to head out Arthur came over to walk us out to the waiting Limo at the door. As we were walking out he told he made arrangements for us to use his private aircraft for the flight to Hawaii and made arrangements for the tickets to be refunded from our reservations. It was one of his gifts to us and he would supply a few others when we returned as they were for use not leisure. Every one of the guest as well as most of the staff followed us out when we left to wish us well.
We flew out to Hawaii where the best week of my life was spent. No, I’m not referring to the sex, while it was amazing, what made the week the best of my life was seven whole days where it was just Sindee and I and not a worry beyond what we were going to do for the day. We didn’t do much sightseeing, after we landed at the executive airfield for private aircraft we went to the docks where I had a seaplane waiting so I could fly us out the home. I had arranged for food to be delivered and the house prepared right before our arrival. Once we landed and Sindee climbed down from the plane onto the dock, I picked her up and carried her up the dock, across the beach and into the house. It wasn’t a mansion or anything large. It was a single story home with an open living room, dining room and kitchen. There was a large master bedroom with windows all around with one of the walls being able to open entirely to the beach. The house was an hour or so away from the nearest town and there were no neighbors closer than a twenty minute drive. There was a gate set out at the road access so there would be no unexpected guests. While we did get out a few times over the week, we decided that we would have to come back for a real vacation when we could make the time. The week past entirely to quickly for both of us. I flew us back to the big island and we took Arthur’s jet back to Las Vegas.
So here it is February first and we were, back home in Vegas. We headed straight for the house to make sure everything was fine there. When we arrived the house was dark and quiet, it was barely seven in the evening but everyone may have just been out for the night. Sindee and I were dropped at the door and the driver followed us with the luggage. We opened the door to shouts of “Surprise” and “Welcome Home” from most of our close friends. It’s nice to be missed. It wasn’t a huge gathering, consisting of Arthur, Jaq, Marcus, Kyra, Sam, Talia, George and Natalie; our closest friends. The celebration was simple and consisted of around two hours of drinks and conversation about nothing more important that everyday life and how we enjoyed the time away.
The next morning things went back to the routine of training and working our respective jobs while planning how to fight a war without the world seeing it being fought. I went down into the sanctum placing myself dead center of where we created the node and sat down to meditate. I closed my eyes and just opened myself to the flow of Magick, not trying to direct it alter the flow. I had done this kind of meditation before and while it refreshes me either way, it has also given me some answers or warning about things. I had even done so near a node. I had never been near a node of this power before and never within the node itself. I wasn’t looking for anything specific, just letting the magick flow. Sometime the world reveals it’s secrets to those willing to be patient and listen instead of trying to force it. I felt the energy flow through my body and mind, through the connection to my avatar, into the portion of my mind where all the knowledge of magick that I knew lay.
I saw several possible futures, some that I would welcome and others that I would fight against to my last breath. None of these showed me how these things came to be. After the view of possible futures I felt the magick flow through my mind into the memory centers of my brain, those associated with emotions. I felt as though the primal energy itself or maybe my Avatar we examining my mind and memories to understand what shaped me into what I am. I relived the night my family died from both perspectives; I went through the loss of my father and brother as they withdrew from me. I felt the loss of home in my heart as a prepared to leave the pain of the loss behind me. I lived through the loneliness I felt when I first started traveling and learning from those I met. I went through every negative experience reliving and reviewing every choice I made. After going through all of that again I started to experience growing up in my close family. I remembered being told that I was going to be a big brother and how that made me want to protect my new sister from anything that could harm her. I remembered every holiday, birthday and family event right up to my sixteenth birthday and the start of our trip. I saw how much fun we had on the trip, spending time with one another and reliving the memories of that last day together. From there it moved to meeting Sindee for the first time and the teenage crush I had on the woman who took care of me after such a horrid experience. How meeting her and feeling that way led me to realize that while I couldn’t change what I happened at the time I could move on and make my life better. There was no option of withdrawing from the world if I were live up to the examples set by those I lost that fateful night, nor by the example Sindee had set in caring for people as a doctor. I relived my travels, meeting new people, finding out what I was and what happened to me that night. I remembered fondly the friends I made in the places where I stayed for a few months. My heart soared when my memories moved to meeting Sindee once again the first night I arrived in Vegas, realizing now that at that moment I knew I could easily love this woman and that my heart wasn’t destroyed when I lost most of my family. How in the short time that I’d known her here, how quickly those feeling grew into love as I learned more about her and the person she made herself into. I felt another connection form from my Avatar connecting it to something else. I let my mind follow the flow of the magick until I found the other end of the connection and realized that it sought out Sindee and her Avatar binding together in a way I had never heard of before.
When all of this passed I continued to sit and let the Magick flow though me more. When I couldn’t take sitting in the flow of energy any longer I stood to step outside of the circle where we formed the node. I turned to face the stairs and saw Sindee standing there. I walked over to her and wrapped her into my arms, holding her tightly. I felt her heartbeat as we stood together both of our hearts started to calm and then to beat in sync with the other. We had been joined by promises made to one another, by the emotions we shared for each other and now by Magick itself.
I now felt like I would be able to handle this war to come. I knew I had the people and the skills; I’d made plans and set them in motion to allow this world to be defended. What I didn’t know was if I had the strength or character and willpower to stand before whatever was coming and stop it. I knew that I said I could do it, but now after reliving what made me who I am, I now believed that I could follow through on what I said.
Things had been too quiet for too long and I suspected that the other shoe was going to drop at any time now. I was thankful for the time we had as it allowed me to accomplish what I needed to do for Sindee and myself. It also allowed me to recruit and train some allies for what was to come. Sindee and I went upstairs after standing there in our embrace for several minutes at least. She went into the kitchen to make breakfast while I took a quick walk outside for air. I had barely stepped out the front door before I spotted the man standing in my driveway ten feet away. He stood a little below six feet, around 5’10 or so, his build was broad shouldered but athletically built. I couldn’t see his eyes behind the sunglasses he was wearing. He was wearing a pair of hiking boots, blue jeans and a flannel shirt. He could have been anyone friendly except for two things. He wore a look of aggression and contempt for me and he was holding a sword unsheathed with the point toward me. He stepped toward me as he raised the sword over his head. I wore a smug expression as he closed the distance between us as a sword was no threat to me. I tapped into the magick, using Forces and Matter to shatter the blade and sent the effect to the sword. I felt the power flow and hit the blade, expecting it to shatter I was shocked when I felt the spell simply fail. I sure my smug look vanished as dove past him on the off side to keep him from bring the blade down on me. As I rolled away to avoid him, I sent sensory magick from all nine spheres at the sword. My heart sunk as soon as the sensory magick failed. There was only one thing that could stop Magick that easily. The sword was made with Primium, a metal so rare that the sword he held was priceless and able to stop almost any spell I could throw at it or him without killing myself in the backlash. I was in trouble.
I scanned the area visually to see if there were any other threats, or possible witnesses in the area. While I would be unable to cast magick at my assailant, I could do a lot to help myself. Witnesses would be an issue because if I started doing things that went too far beyond what the mind can accept I’d be risking backlashes and death. I also wanted to ensure that neither he had help nor those under my protection were in any more danger than they already were just by this man being here. Seeing there was no one else in the area I focused on my opponent. His sword was modeled after a classic broadsword and he used a two handed fighting style. I could also see he was well armed with other weapons but as I couldn’t even get a sensory spell near him, I was unable to tell what else he may have had hidden under the jacket. I looked him in the eyes, seeing the cold detachment of a trained killer. This was not going to be a fun encounter and I was sure neither of us would leave unharmed and figured one of us wouldn’t walk away at all. I wasn’t sure I would be the one walking away either.
I was the first to break the silence between us, “What do you want here?”
“Your head,” he replied evenly.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it won’t be that easy. Walk away, leave me and my friends alone and I’ll do the same for you. I don’t want you dead and you don’t want to die,” I stated in my normal tone. I kept my voice level and my gaze fixed on his to show that I was willing to let this end but if he pushed I would fight all the harder.
“I’ve been threatened by and then killed better than you, why would I walk away now?” He looked smug as if he had this fight already won.
“Make your choice and let’s get this over with,” I replied as I was tired of the conversation. I also wanted to get this done before anyone stumbled into this mess with me.
He started to close the distance between us while he raised the sword. I used Life Magick to push my body to the limits of agility, speed and strength as I dodged to the side, stepping past him. I backed away again giving me time to react. As fast as I now was at the limits of the human body, he was almost as fast. This man was trained to hunt and kill things that no one should even know existed. This man was a Hunter. I had heard of and seen hunters on the past. Most of those I’d seen were vampire hunters. I had never met a witch hunter before and hoped never to do so. His being here, after me specifically made the situation worse than it was in the first place.
He closed again, swinging the sword from the side just above waist height. I dropped to a crouch under the swing, spinning to turn it into a foot sweep. I felt a brief contact as my leg passed where he should have been. When I complete the spin I rolled out to my left side to ensure I wasn’t going to get hit with the blade by making a target of myself. I rose to my feet and looked for him again. He was just standing up himself, about ten feet from where I tried to sweep his legs. Great, I was dealing with not just a trained killer, but an acrobat as well. This was starting out to be a hell of a day.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“I’m here to kill you, I figured that was obvious by now,” he smiled evilly as he replied.
“That part was obvious jack ass. What I want to know is the reason you chose to try and kill me,” I was trying to buy time to think as well as being curious as to why he specifically chose me, let alone knew enough about me to bring a primium weapon to block magick. “I’ve never done anything to harm you or yours that I know of, so why am I your target?”
“Because you exist,” with that reply he started to close distance with me again. I backed away and circled, maintaining distance with him.
That was not the reply I wanted to hear. To date I have not been forced to kill a human. I have fought and killed vampires and their ghouls when I’ve needed to in order to defend myself or others. I have injured some humans in my own defense but never killed them. I didn’t want to start now, but this man was a killer and may not leave me a choice in the end. I hoped I could find another way.
An idea came to mind and I let him close with me again. This time when he was close enough to swing I stepped inside of the swords range giving a quick jab to his windpipe to stun him before bringing my knee up into his balls. Call it fighting dirty or a cheap shot if you want. I’d rather fight dirty than die honorably any day of the week. The attack gave me the benefit of a few extra seconds in order to start working on my plan. Using the strength gained when I used the life spell, I shoved him back away from me. While he climbed back to his feet, I knelt down and used Matter and Forces Magick to draw the material I would need out of the earth creating a pair of blunt metal bars about thirty inches long each for me to fight with.
When we closed with each other again, I focused on fighting defensively, hoping to wear him out after a short time. I still didn’t want to kill him. He may have been a hunter but he was still human and I wasn’t a murderer. The problem was he had no such compulsion about trying to kill me and the small wound he was getting through from time to time were not doing me any good. I was tiring faster than he was and being that close to the sword I couldn’t use magick to heal me. I fought to gain some distance from him so I could use the magick but couldn’t gain the ground I needed fighting defensively. I went on the offense trying to beat him back into a retreat so that he would open the distance I needed between us. I had no more luck with that tactic as he was well trained in the use of a broadsword. We kept going like this for what felt like an eternity but I knew could only have been ten or fifteen minutes when I heard the door to the house open to my right and I turned my head and body instinctively to put myself between her and my assailant. In that moment I gave him an opening he needed and felt the sword slice across my stomach drawing a line of excruciating pain behind as it passed.
“Andrew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Sindee screamed as she watched this happen. I could tell she was trying to reach for me with magick to heal me, but I was still too close to the sword.
I stepped back and started to twist sideways to come at my attacker on his open side since the sword was out of position, but his reflexes were quick as changed his grip on the blade allowing him to thrust it toward my chest. I felt the blade sink into to my side just below the rib cage. I knew I was most likely dead between the slice across my abdomen and now the stab into my organs. I was not going to let this man kill Sindee if it was the last thing I did before death took me. I moved forward, forcing the blade to sink deeper into my gut. I brought the metal spar in my right hand down upon this man’s wrists with bone shattering force causing him to release his hold on the sword in his hands. I also brought my left handed weapon around toward his neck with the intent of breaking it so he wouldn’t get up again. At the last second I felt something guide my arm and hand up enough that my weapon glanced off his head at an angle that delivered enough force to knock him unconscious without being fatal. I dropped to the ground beside this man staring at the morning sky. My vision grew dim, starting to fade to black on the edges as Sindee’s face appeared before me just before I lost consciousness.
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I was in that horrid reality where Las Vegas was once again decaying and destroyed, however thing were different. I could sense life around me, some plants, a few desert animals and even some pockets Humans. I could feel Magick within the city, not the emptiness of before. I walked through the city, covering distance faster than should have been possible. I came across the Existence. It was still there, more or less. It looked as though it were a fortress. The entire block around it was surrounded by an immense wall with sigils, runes and other symbols carved into the exterior. I could feel the magick that was keeping the decay away from it. I wondered if I was seeing the manifestation of the magick that protects the place or if this was added later my warnings to Arthur of what was to come in the future that I saw. I traveled through the city, some portions were overrun by things that shouldn’t be able to exist in this world were people no longer believed in the existence of such things. That disbelief should have cause reality to backlash and remove them from the world the moment people first saw them. If this was a change to my earlier vision, it was not for the better.
I continued to move through the city, walking in the open but not being seen by anything around me. I moved toward my home, to the node I created there to see what changes occurred near it. When I neared my home I fell to my knees unable to move further. The hose was gone, not a trace left of the building. Where the house had stood, there was no a sloped pit leading to the node we had created. At the center of the ring stood dark gate so black that it seemed to draw in the light from around it. I could feel a malevolent energy coming from within. I managed to get back to my feet and turn away from this horrific site. I touched the magick within me trying to find the connection between my Avatar and Sindee’s. I needed to find what became of her. The connection was not the wellspring of emotion that I felt that morning before going outside; it was a feeling of raw pain as though I was being skinned alive by the energy I was connected to. I fought my way through the pain as nothing would keep me from getting back to her.
I walked through the city again, going down the strip seeing the crumbling casino buildings as I passed them. I forced myself to follow the path this painful energy flowed from until I was in sight of the old Stratosphere tower. I walked into it, surprised that it had power while the rest of the city seemed dark. I took the elevator all the way to the observation level, feeling more and more pain and pressure as I went. When the doors opened I stepped out to see the enemy from my previous vision sitting on a stone throne at the top of the stairs. Beside him locked in a cage was Sindee, but she was no longer herself. I could still feel her Avatar standing over her, but she was no longer a Mage. Her connection to her Avatar was shredded; the life, light and emotion in her eyes were gone. He skin was even paler than ever. She had been turned into a Vampire and starved; being kept as an amusement for the Nephandi. On his other side, chained to the wall was the hunter who came for me. His body was covered in scars and wounds. There was almost no place on his body that wasn’t injured in some way. I could hear the Nephandi speaking to him, thanking him for removing his enemy and making it easier for him to bring about the destruction he’s wrought. While the words were kind, the tone was punishing and the look on my attackers face was one of profound despair. I could sense that he was human now that he no longer had the sword with him. I could feel that magick was used to keep him alive, not letting him age as he should have. Again this Nephandi was keeping a trophy of his own evil and malevolence. The Naphandi’s face was still hooded in shadow not allowing me to know who this man was if I ever found him.
I knew that there was something I had to do to change this, as well as I needed to do something to escape this vision or dream. I knew I had to fight if I was to live though the sword in my gut and keep this from happening. I walked over to the cage where Sindee was being held, stepping through the bars as though they weren’t there. I placed my hands on here. My left hand with the wedding band over her heart and my right were her Avatar connected to her. I drew in every scrap of power I could from outside of me and everything I had left within not holding back anything. I directed the flow into her heart and through both of our Avatars into her connection to them and me. I felt her heart begin to beat and blast of a violent awakening. I flew back across the room to hit the wall, feeling pain throughout my whole body and blood flow from my chest and abdomen right before I stopped seeing or feeling anything and passed out again.
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I woke in the basement on the cold concrete floor in the center of the circle where the node was created. The first thing I noticed was that I was face down on floor. Next I noticed that there was no pain in my abdomen at all, as though the fight was a dream. I tried to get up, that’s when I felt the pain. My entire body felt as though I had been dragged down the side walk for blocks (I know this feeling from a bad experience dumping a dirt bike on my way to the woods around town as a kid). I decided, instead of trying to stand, to drag myself to the wall and sit up against it. That was more painful than having the sword run into my gut. I leaned back against the wall and opened my eyes to look around. Across the room sitting in, or rather tied to, a chair was the man who ran me through with a sword. I closed my eyes, counted to ten and then reopened them. He was still there in the chair across the room. I couldn’t see his arms as they were behind the chair, but there was dried blood down the side of his face and his eyes were still closed. I heard movement to my right and turned my head to see Sindee coming down the stairs. I didn’t feel either her or the man across the room so I reached for the magick within me. I felt nothing but a faint connection. I couldn’t draw any power through it. My first reaction was fear that I had lost my Avatar, before my mind caught up with the fact that I could still feel the connection there. I realized that I had drawn both the magick within me along with everything else in the vision before releasing the spell and holding nothing back.
From the injuries I had to recover from the last time I had a vision involving the Nephandi I figured that the expenditure of energy had me exhausted on the Physical, mental and metaphysical levels and I needed time to recover. At least I hoped that was all that it was. Sindee walked over to me and crouched down. She pulled up my shirt to check the wounds there before looking up to stare me in the eyes. I just looked back into her silver grey stare and felt peace wash over me. The light and life that were gone in my vision were still there here and now. As long as that were the case I’d be fine. A smile spread across my face. It hurt to smile, but was worth it due to the smile she gave me in return. I put my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Awakening a few hours later sitting in the same spot, my body felt stiff from being in one position for too long. My friend, also known as the asshole who attacked me, was still tied up across the room from me. The blood on his face had been washed away and his eyes were open. He was staring at me with such venom and hatred that if looks could kill I wouldn’t have woken up this time. I attempted to get to my feet again, only to realize that the pain I was in wasn’t simply stiff muscles from sleeping on a cold floor in one position too long. I forced my way to my feet, fighting the pain all the way up. Once I got to my feet, I looked myself over. My entire body looked just as it felt, I was a walking bruise. I wasn’t going to try and take the stairs right now as I had enough injuries and didn’t need to add falling down the stairs to them. I walked across the room to my friend in the chair.
I looked him square in the eyes, “We have a great many things to discuss.” Then I pulled the gag off of his mouth.

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