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The Wolf Summers
by El Sol
Author's Note Chapter 9: This chapter is split into two halves. The first
half of the chapter occurs AFTER the second half. If you want to read
things in timeline order, do a find for "Lee and Smith twins" and begin
there. I received confused emails about this so felt I should give the
reader the option. As the author doing this chapter in the right timeline
weakened the overall story arch and Chapter 10 too much.
Chapter 9: Loving Erica
The end of a male story
I opened the backdoor to our house. Rachel had purchased the place
so the twins and I could live off-campus our sophomore year and beyond.
None of us had enjoyed living in a dorm and Rachel had vetoed the swim
house as a possible domicile when she visited after our first tournament.
I was pretty sure the twins had done some whining and Rachel had fallen
for it. She spent a great deal of time during our second semester
searching for a place good enough to shelter her babies. Money talks when
it comes to housing around a major university and Rachel was unafraid of
offering top dollar for what 'we' wanted. Once the small mansion was
acquired she spent the rest of the semester decorating the house. Even
with the Lee twins as mostly permanent houseguests the house was too large
for us. I was very happy when the maid service Rachel had hired made their
first visit. I had always preferred spartan as a way of keeping thing
neat, but the twins were disciples of the tornado method of keeping their
things in order. The only thing they were anal-retentive about was their
painting studio. Everyone, except the Lee twins, was locked out of that
room. I had been in their painting room at the Smith Mansion so seldom, I
was barely mindful of its existence. The boys kept that part of their life
so tucked away I rarely perceived them as artists.
Since it was an early Tuesday morning, I was surprised to see them
all in the kitchen. The Smith twins were sitting around the kitchen table,
Joanne Lee was leaning against the stove and Stephanie was propping up the
refrigerator. I smiled at all of them as I walked in; I needed the company
for a few minutes before I went to bed.
They all smiled at me weakly, and I leaned against the doorframe.
"Was she?" Sean asked finally.
"He spent the night in her house, in her room and in her bed," I
said softly. It did not hurt to say it, but I had to force it out past the
pressure in my chest.
Patrick nodded at me but there was sympathy in everyone's eyes.
Patrick looked at both of the Lee twins. There was a silent conversation
going on among the four of them. I had to snicker knowing that no one
outside of them, not even me, would ever be included in those
communications.
The Lee twins walked up to me. They each grabbed an arm and turned
me around.
"We're sorry, David," Sean and Patrick said when we could not make
eye contact anymore.
They walked me past the door to my bed. They took off my jacket,
shoes, and shirt. They were still in their pajamas and smelled of clean
mornings.
I liked the smell; it was as if all the bad things had been
scrubbed away.
They pushed me down on the oversized bed and got on the bed with
me. Stephanie lay down in front of me; her face rested a couple of inches
from mine. She pushed the chill of the night away by stroking my face with
her warm fingers. I felt Joanne spoon herself to my back. She wrapped an
arm around my waist and pulled herself tighter to me.
"It's okay, brother," Joanne whispered.
"We'll always be here," Stephanie finished.
I moved my head so that my forehead was resting on Stephanie's. It
was a long time before I fell asleep.
-----
I was sitting on our couch in the covered back porch when Brittany
opened the screen door. She smiled at me nervously, approached carefully
and sat at the opposite end of the couch.
"How are you doing?" she asked me. I turned to look at her and
smiled. Something in my smile must have touched her because she moved so
that she was nearly in my lap; it was not sexual but an attempt to comfort
me. I smiled at her again and she kissed me softly.
"I'm sorry, David," she whispered.
I looked into her eyes; she allowed me inside her.
"Are you?" I asked.
"I'm yours, David," she said. "I feel like I haven't been alive
since you started this but I would've been okay if she was right for you."
"You think she wasn't right for me?" I asked looking away.
"Rachel said it, baby. She was the one, but she would cross the
line."
I nodded.
It was something I had known; but it lasted eighteen months less
than I thought it would. Brittany wrapped her arms around my head and
pulled me to her. She kissed my temple and held me there. I felt her kiss
me several more times as I drifted on thoughts of eighteen months I did
not get.
Marelin found us like that. She sat down in the chair across from
the sofa and studied us. I smiled at her wondering why she was there but
refused to be the first to speak.
"Hello, I'm the cow," Brittany said to Marelin without letting go
of me.
"Brittany!" I said tightly. I maintained eye contact with Marelin.
Brittany sighed dramatically and flopped on to her back on the sofa. She
straightened her legs and placed them over my lap.
"Can I talk to you alone?" Marelin asked me looking at Brittany
with disdain; she realized letting me see her reaction to Brittany had
been a mistake when we made eye contact again.
"No," Brittany said before I could speak. "Next question."
"I was speaking to David," Marelin said with anger slipping into
her voice. Brittany took her legs off me, turned herself around, and lay
across my lap with her upper back being propped by the arm of the sofa.
I was saved from that particular confrontation when both sets of
twins came out of the house. They obviously had planned on sitting with me
because they were carrying extra drinks.
"Oh." Sean said when he saw Marelin. Patrick and he traded a look
with each other, and then with the Lee twins. The guys were carrying
drinks for Brittany and me. I wondered how they knew she would be there
but did not ask. They put them down on the small table by us. They gave me
a nod and went back into the house.
Joanne dragged a chair in front of the door leading inside and sat
down with her feet on the small table. Stephanie pulled Brittany's legs
up, sat down, and settled the legs on her lap. I looked from girl to girl
while they stared at Marelin.
"Obviously, this isn't a good time," Marelin said finally. She got
up from the chair and had turned around before anyone spoke.
"If you leave now, we promise neither you," Joanne began.
"nor your cheating slut of a daughter," Stephanie continued.
"will ever get near David again," they finished together.
Marelin turned around and looked at the twins angrily. Brittany
turned her face towards me and mouthed, "I love it when they do that".
"Don't insult my daughter again," Marelin said through her teeth.
She tried to stare down the twins but they just smiled at her efforts.
"You can't stop us from talking to David," Marelin said when she
gave up on intimidating the twins.
"That's where you're wrong," Brittany said quietly.
"How are you going to manage it?" Marelin asked despite herself.
"Oh, let me think," Brittany said looking at the ceiling of the
porch. "The Lee twins, sisters of the sorority with the hottest babes,
live here."
"We don't live here," both twins said.
Brittany looked at Stephanie and then looked at Joanne.
"They live here now and during the semester it'll only get worse,"
Brittany informed Marelin in a stage whisper.
"Anyway," she continued. "This is a great house. Shit! It's half
the size of our sorority house and we have one of the biggest. I have a
feeling that there's going to be a lot of sisters in and out of here. The
Lee twins are popular sisters, and there is over two feet of thick dick
living here."
She looked at the Lee twins again.
"I think you''ve gotta do it with the Lee twins to get to the
Smith twins, but the Lees are hotties if you're willing to make the
sacrifice," Brittany whispered to Marelin again. "But everybody's good
about not talking so I think a couple sisters have already done it, and a
few more wanna try the Wonder Twins Ride."
"There are about five sisters," she continued in a normal tone of
voice, "that want David."
"What is it about David, that when a woman wants him, she'll like
do anything?" she asked the Lee twins. "All of the ones that want him have
hinted that there wouldn't be any problems if I had to be a part of it."
"Never saw the attraction," Joanne replied nonchalantly. Stephanie
coughed and had to wipe some of her juice from the front of her shirt.
"That makes it five sisters, the Lee twins, and I running serious
interference," Brittany said looking at Marelin. "Not to mention the rest
of our sisters. I can't tell you the things that I would do if I thought a
man one of my sisters wanted was being chased by some cheap slut!"
"Brittany," I said quietly. Brittany shivered at the tone of my
voice but turned around to look at me. I almost smiled at the look in her
eyes; I wondered what was going on between Rachel and her that she could
meet my eyes squarely.
"They started it," she said accusing the twins. "They can call her
that but I can't?"
"Yes," I replied simply.
"Well, that's definitely not fair."
"I'm not fair, Brittany," I told her.
"Why can they call her a cheap slut but I can't?" she asked.
"Brittany," I said again gritting my teeth.
"Well, can I call her an expensive slut?" she asked flippantly.
I had to grind my teeth to stop myself from laughing.
"Brittany," I said when I got control of the urge.
"Look, David," she said putting a fist into her hand. "She was the
one that insisted on faithfulness to each other."
She punched her the bottom of her fist hand into the open palm of
her hand for emphasis.
"She cheated on you last night," she said punching her hand again.
"This under the Committed Relationship by-laws qualifies her as a
slut."
"Brittany!" The Lee twins and I said it together this time.
"Is whore a better word?" Brittany asked facetiously.
The Lee twins moved in concert. Stephanie trapped Brittany's legs
and Joanne grabbed her shoulders. They turned Brittany over, who not
knowing what was going on went semi-willingly. The twins tightened their
grips.
"One on each cheek," Joanne said to me nodding at Brittany's ass.
I looked at Stephanie who also nodded. Brittany realized the meaning of
their words and tried to free herself. Her ass tightened and came up as
she tried to tug herself free. I put my hand on her ass, which froze her
for a second.
It had been a long time since I had touched her and the sexual
chemistry resurged. She moved her ass so that my hand rubbed it. I brought
my hand up and spanked her right asscheek. She gasped in surprise and her
ass came up again. I spanked her left asscheek and the Lee twins released
her. She did not turn over; instead her hands rubbed each asscheek to try
to get the sting out. She turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes were
burning but not in anger.
"Hmm," Joanne shook her head at Stephanie. "She even likes that."
"Pa-lease! You like it too," Stephanie said wryly.
"And you don't?" Joanne asked a little defensively. Stephanie
shrugged her shoulders delicately.
We all turned to look at Marelin.
"Marelin, I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want see your
daughter again," I said. I pushed both of Brittany's hands from her ass
and took over the job of kneading out the sting I caused.
"If you have something to say this is your only good chance
because Brittany is right," I said calmly. "There are going to be some
sorority sisters who will believe it is in their best sexual interest to
keep ANYONE named Covas the fuck away from me."
"So you're going to hide from my daughter like a coward."
All the girls sat up at that.
"No matter what your romantic beliefs might be," I said before the
girls could jump in. "I said everything I had to say to your daughter this
morning. If you want to call it hiding go ahead; I call it finished."
I reached over to the table, took a sip of my drink and looked at
Marelin.
"I am hiding," I said in a voice that made everyone's eyes focus
completely on me. "From myself, and what I really want to do. Feel free to
believe that it is to forgive Erica."
Brittany got up from my lap; Stephanie slid over to give her
enough room. Brittany sat almost in Stephanie's lap so she would not be
touching me.
"She made a mistake," Marelin said with a pleading look for
understanding in her eyes.
"No, Marelin," I corrected. "Erica made a choice; she chose him.
I'm the one who made the mistake."
"It was not a mistake to be with my daughter," Marelin said
angrily.
"Brittany, have you been with another man since I started dating
Erica," I asked without looking at her. I did not have to look to know
Brittany was shaking her head.
"Why not?"
"Your mother and Rachel said Erica would do this. All we had to do
was wait it out," she replied with.
"Do you love me?"
There was silence for a minute after the question.
"You would have chosen Erica had she been true," she replied with
hurt for having to deny me something in her voice. Stephanie wrapped her
arms around Brittany protectively.
I looked into the woods and nodded. I did not deserve an answer to
that question.
"Why did you wait?" I asked still looking beyond Marelin.
Stephanie kissed Brittany's shoulder to comfort her.
"The night you said you didn't want to have sex with me because of
Erica, I told you I would wait."
I turned my head to look at her. There were tears in her eyes but
her chin was up proudly. She did some of the same things Rachel did but
with more vulnerability.
"I did not say 'did not want to have sex with you'; I said 'would
not have sex with you'," I reminded her. She nodded and leaned her head
back against Stephanie's. I turned back to Marelin and studied her. I saw
where Erica got her beauty even though Marelin was thicker, not fat but
she was a walking advertisement for her gym.
"I would have been the second person to know if Brittany had
decided not to wait. So tell me, why I doubt the same is true about your
daughter." I said to Marelin. "Say what you have to say Marelin and go
home."
She looked between all the people across from her and put her face
in her hands.
"I can't let you do this," she said while looking at the floor.
"It'll hurt my daughter so bad I don't think she'll ever get beyond you."
I looked at the girls. They looked at me and shrugged. Marelin
raised her head to look at me.
"She had to test you. She'd never believe you wouldn't let her get
away with it unless she tried."
"No," I said to her.
"I know that and she'll know it too someday; but David, the way
you're walking away will destroy her!"
"Erica loves you," she begged me.
I had heard the words every time Erica had said them. Her mother's
voice echoed in my head and I hoped I would never hear Erica say them
again.
"She was too young for the rest of her life to come along now.
She'll never forgive herself if you do it this way. She'll never get out
from under the mistakes her father and I made."
I looked at her.
"I'm not asking you to forgive her, David. I'm asking that you
stay her friend. You were her best friend ever; she put up no walls with
you. She told you everything; she would lose everything if you walked
away. I want you to leave her something so she'll know it was real and
will not let go if she's lucky enough to have it happen to her again."
I looked past her shoulder and back in to the woods.
"What does David get out of this?" Joanne asked. "He said
everything he had to last night."
"It's done for us." Stephanie said. Brittany nodded but watched
Marelin.
"How do you know what he said?" Marelin asked trying to push Lees
out of the conversation.
"Before there was Erica; we were there for David to tell
everything," Stephanie began.
"Important!" Joanne interrupted. Stephanie and Brittany blew air
out of their noses in amusement and agreement.
"Okay," Stephanie continued, "for David to tell everything
important to."
"We gave that up because it should have been Erica he shared that
part of himself with," Joanne said.
"But this morning, she was not here. A choice she made." Stephanie
said looking at Marelin, "Like Brittany, we WERE, and he told us
everything,"
"Important about last night," Joanne finished for her sister.
"So again, Marelin," Stephanie said forcefully, "What does David
get out of staying your little slut's best friend?"
"Like Brittany said, there's some quality pussy that wants Erica
to stay bye-bye." Joanne said with a wolf's smile.
"What does David want?" Marelin said behind gritted teeth, her
eyes flashed with anger.
The twins looked at each other and shared a cruel smile before
turning back to Marelin.
"You!" they said in perfect unison.
I cannot say who was more surprised Brittany, Marelin or I.
Brittany recovered the fastest though. She did a cowboy jump from
Stephanie's side to straddle my lap. She put her hand over my mouth to
prevent me from speaking, pushed my head back, and put her lips by my ear.
"Please don't stop this. If you allow them to continue, I'll tie
every one of my sorority sisters naked to your bed. I will savor your cum
like a condiment the first time I eat my sister's pussy. If they get
Marelin and you give her to me for even one night, I swear no one will
even give that slut a bad look."
She looked into my eyes; her breathing was ragged and I could feel
her heat through her pants and mine. I nodded; the thought of Brittany and
Michelle finally being lovers and not just playing around the edges
convinced me to leave the decision in Marelin's hands.
Brittany turned in my lap so she could look at Marelin. She
grabbed my arms and wrapped herself in them. I looked at Marelin. She was
stunned and though it was seconds after the twins had spoken her eyes were
moving from one twin to the other in disbelief.
"What?" she managed much later.
"It's simple really," Joanne said with the cruel smile turning the
knife in the only available Covas woman.
"Every time he has to be her friend, you are his," Stephanie said
twisting the knife deeper into her victim. Marelin's eyes blazed and I
wondered which one she would try to slap first.
"Don't even play that you don't want him, bitch!" Brittany said
with a voice dripping with female venom. "You want him for the same
reasons your daughter did."
"She gave him back to us," Joanne said.
"So if you want him its by our rules," Stephanie finished for my
three defenders.
When Marelin looked at me, her eyes pleaded with me. I would not
hurt her daughter beyond whatever guilt she felt for her choice. Marelin
wanted me to do more and I found that I was not against having the knife
driven between her ribs and twisted. I patted Brittany's hip for her to
get up. I arose from my seat and gave each girl a kiss on the cheek before
I turned to go into the house.
"David!" Marelin said trying one last time. I stood with the door
opened for some time before I turned around to look at her. She looked
distraught but for the first time I saw the same thing Brittany did. She
feared the guilt of betrayal that having me would cause in her; the mother
wanted some of what her daughter had thrown away.
I let her off the hook.
"I told you, Marelin, I said everything I wanted to last night. If
you want more, then you have to negotiate with them."
She could now blame fucking me on the girls' cruelty or
rationalize that she was trying to help her daughter.
I walked into the living room where Sean and Patrick were waiting
for the things outside to end. They both looked the obvious question at
me.
"Just don't make Joanne and Stephanie mad at you guys," I advised
them as a way of answering.
"You're just figuring that out?" they said and we all laughed
uproariously. We sat around talking about our upcoming swim meet and their
visit home that weekend. Joanne and Stephanie had taken over my duties of
making sure the twins gave Rachel quality time. They were spending a long
weekend in the Smith house, which Rachel was ecstatic about. About a
half-hour later, the three girls walked in with smiles like cats with
mouths full of bird feathers.
"So what happened?" Sean and Patrick asked.
"The daughter is a slut," Joanne said with a shrug sitting next to
Patrick.
"And the mother will be David's whore," Stephanie said with a
shrug that asked what else could we expect from women like that.
Sean and Patrick looked at their women for a moment and both
nodded a question at them. The Lee twins only looked at them innocently.
"The mother will pay with her body for David's time with her
daughter," Brittany said in a deep soulful satisfaction.
The Smith twins' managed to keep their eyes in their heads but
just barely. They looked at each other and spoke to each other with eyes,
nods, and shakes before turning back to us.
"Is it just David?" Sean asked.
"It's anything that David wants," both Lee twins answered with a
knowing look towards the other twins.
Patrick said, "How utterly,"
"Gothic," Sean finished. They looked at each other and had another
conversation with eyes, shakes and nods. This one ended with an
affirmative nod from both of them. They turned back to look at me, before
speaking they each took a Lee twin hand in theirs.
"Why would she agree to that?" Sean asked Brittany. She sat up and
looked at them; she smiled suddenly and released a small laugh.
"It's a mix of a whole lot of different woman things," she said
dismissingly and the smile on her face dared them to continue their
inquiry. They turned to look at me.
"Can we borrow her once or twice when she needs to buy some time?"
Patrick asked.
"Please?" the Lee twins said to me, both pleading in the voice of
a little girl begging to play with a beautiful doll.
"Don't be silly. Of course, you can play with David's new toy,"
Brittany said in a very maternal voice. Both sets of twins broke out into
wide smiles. I turned to look at Brittany.
"You weren't going to say no, right?" Brittany asked me.
I thought about it. Hell, it was not like they were asking me for
my mother or Brittany or even one of my aunts.
"Yeah, sure. Just tell me when," I said to the twins.
The twins moved off into their bedroom to discuss their nefarious
plans for my toy. Brittany straddled my lap and kissed me softly.
"Wanna go into your bedroom and fuck me silly?" she asked me. Her
breathing got harder and I could feel her body temperature go up. I looked
into her eyes. Brittany would have called me to say she wanted to be with
another man during the months she had waited. Erica had told me she was
mine and not said anything.
"Not yet Brittany," I said quietly. "I'd still be there with her
instead of you."
Brittany nodded and kissed me again.
"I'll be here waiting," she said as she got up from my lap. She
waved and walked out of the house.
-----
Friday afternoon I was alone in the house for the first time since
Tuesday morning. Brittany had marshaled the troops, AKA the sorority
sisters that wanted me so I barely had a second alone. There had been a
slumber party in my bedroom the night before with all of my possibilities
running around half-naked. I wondered how Brittany had convinced them to
forego the normal female competition. I stopped pursuing the thought when
each girl crawled into my bed for a very long hot kiss and grope goodnight
when the lights were turned off.
"You tell us when you're ready," Brittany said when she came up
for her kiss. She whispered that and a whole lot of things about what the
women in the room were anxiously waiting to do with each other and me. It
seemed Brittany had been talking about us and had been doing a little
recruiting for a harem.
I gave the girls a hint of what was coming by stripping Brittany's
clothing and making her come a couple of times with my fingers. Hers were
not the only scents and cries that filled the room while I made my
promises to her body regarding our future.
I was sitting on the couch smiling about waking up to a room full
of women that morning. It had been a long time before I got into my
bathroom but I did not mind. I heard the front door open and I turned in
the direction of the sound.
My mother walked in wearing a blue summer dress. I had the
distinct impression that except for heels and a ribbon in her hair, it was
the only thing she was wearing. She closed the door behind her and walked
to stand in front of my feet. She pulled one strap from her shoulder, and
then the other strap. The dress shimmied and shimmered down her body to
pool at her feet. She step out of the pool towards me and leaned down to
kiss me. She grabbed each of my hands in hers.
I was right and the dress maneuver left her only wearing heels and
the ribbon in her hair. She pulled me up by my hands, let one go, turned
around and started walking towards my bedroom. I smiled as I stared at the
curve of her hips and ass. I put my free hand on her ass and moved it so
that my fingers could slide up and down the valley of her cheeks. She
stopped at the door, dropped her head back and spread her legs to allow me
greater access to her backside. I brushed her anus but kept moving past to
dip a finger inside her pussy. It gripped me tightly welcoming me back
with a small surge of wetness. The moisture allowed the electricity deep
inside her body to be conducted into mine. It traveled from her straight
to my dick giving it purpose again. I hardened and when her hand moved to
grasp me she gasped at the feel of it.
I pulled the ribbon out of her hair so that it spread down her
back. I pushed her forward towards my bed. She went willingly and turned
so that she could lie on her back. I stripped naked as she grabbed her
knees and brought them to her chest. She looked at my hard cock hungrily
as I approached her. I pushed her body back on the bed so that I could
sprawl across her torso. I reposed on top of her body and did not have to
touch a thing because my dick found her opening. I slid deep into her as I
gave her more and more of my weight until she hitched her legs over my
shoulders opening herself completely to me. Her hands dropped to the bed
and her upper body arched up as I pulled back and fucked into her
releasing some of the frustration.
"Yes, baby!" she whispered looking at me with the hunger of seven
months in her eyes. "Give it all to me!"
I pulled back and pounded into her but it did not feel right. She
was too comfortable with it. I pulled her legs from my shoulders and
pushed them against her body by her knees. I pulled back and fucked into
her as hard as my body could.
She whimpered as my cock spread her pussy before it. I pulled out
and fucked into her unremittingly; I was unwilling to think about her. The
anger and the frustration had found a vehicle out of my body as they had
after the first time with Rachel. I pulled out and what Erica had done
added impetus to the single stroke into my mother. She gasped my name as
I hit bottom.
"David!" she nearly screamed as the power of my trailing strokes
affected her body. This felt right. It was not like the times before when
I was just my dick going in and out of a woman. This time I was the anger
and frustration. I did not feel my body; there was not enough room inside
me for anything else. I pounded in and out of my mother's with no thought
to her or myself. I only thought about the things I wanted to do to Erica
in anger, the things I wanted to say out of frustration, and how I wanted
her to hurt too.
The first thing I felt was my mother's impossibly tight grip on my
dick. I powered through her orgasm as if it had no hold over me as the
emotions flooded through me again.
It was my mother's third orgasm that broke the wall. She fought
her legs away from my grip to wrap them around me. I buried my face in her
shoulder and put my teeth on her skin. She cried out in pain during the
middle of her orgasm as I bit her. The taste of blood was sour but sweet
to my soul. I let her go and came back to my body. It had been waiting for
my return and the dam broke inside me. I passed through the wall and my
cum burst into my mother. I pulled back as my eyes came back into focus
and felt the pleasure of my mother's pussy surrounding me, milking me
through her pain needing another shot of me to warm her depths. I gave it
to her as I buried my face into her neck, not to bite her this time but to
surround myself in the smell that was only my mother. She whispered words
of comfort to me as I lay on top of her. I had no desire to get up and
from the way she wrapped me in herself I felt she might never ask me to.
She was lying on her stomach beside me a half-hour later. She was
stroking my hair and I was stroking her ass. She was moving her ass in a
way that told me she was hoping I would be putting my dick in there
tonight. I was trying to arrange the sexual order of things in my mind to
make sure I got myself in there sooner rather than later.
"I'm really sorry, David," she said looking at me. She took her
hand from my hair and touched my face. Everyone had been saying those
words to me so I was not surprised to hear them.
"Are you?" I asked her.
It was hard for me to believe this particular sentiment coming
from her.
"I'm sorry you're hurting," she said quietly. "You belong to us;
to me. So no, I'm not sorry she was too young to see what the two of you
could have had."
She was the first one to make the distinction. I turned to my back
and looked at the ceiling. She sat up next to me and put a hand on my
chest so that I would look at her.
"You belong to us," she said. "We would've waited, no matter how
long Erica and you lasted."
I nodded; we all knew it would not have lasted long enough for the
family to have to replace me. I had not lied to myself, no matter how much
I wanted to be with Erica.
"I knew," she said staring into my eyes. "Since that first day in
the shower, do you remember?"
I nodded; my dick hardened at the memory of her eyes on me for the
first time. She put her hands on me and stroked me.
"All I wanted to do was get him out of the bathroom and kick him
out of the apartment. I wanted to be on my knees in front of you drinking
everything you had to give me. I knew you'd stay hard and give me more.
Then you'd drag me to bed; you'd fuck me like my man and you'd be the one
in control like I needed."
She looked at me and her eyes had tears in them.
"I knew because I've only felt like that with my father and that
day I felt it with my son."
I nodded at her and thought before asking, "What about my father?"
"I ran away with my own Erica," she said not meeting my eyes.
"Did it last as long?" I asked.
"No, it lasted less... but it lasted long enough to give me you,"
she got between my legs and ran her nails along my thighs.
"Did you want me too?" she asked meeting my eyes.
I nodded.
"For how long after that shower?" she asked, her hands moved to
touch my balls and hard dick.
I stayed quiet.
"Until Rachel's yellow bikini," she said with an arched eyebrow.
I smiled.
"She knew that day too, you know," she said with a smile that was
the first thing to touch me since Tuesday morning. "She told me all about
your yellow bikini fuck."
I stayed quiet and just looked at her.
"That's one fantasy," she said taking my dick in her hand and
stroking me up and down. "How about our shower fantasy?"
She squeezed my dick as it flexed in her hand. I excreted a large
drop of precum as the thought of that first time in the shower threw me
into the past. She smiled at me and brought her mouth onto the tip of my
dick. She took the head of my dick into her mouth and licked the drop from
my dick.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said getting up from the bed and
guiding me up by my dick. She led me like that into the bathroom.
She spent the weekend being what I needed. She sucked me off twice
in a row in the shower to fulfill our earliest fantasy. After that we took
a nap to get up for a late night diner run; when we got back, I took her
ass while she bent over the arm of the sofa on our porch. Both sets of
twins were gone, and Brittany was keeping the house free of her sorority
sisters. Considering how much Brittany knew about Karen and Iris, I
wondered how much she knew about my relationship with my mother. Brittany
had begun to take a lot of her instructions from Rachel who would have
told her to stay clear if my mother asked.
My mother and I fucked every time I got even a hint of hardness in
my dick. By the time she left Monday morning, I was too well fucked for
thoughts of Erica to swamp me.
I knew it would happen eventually and I would have to return to
the fold. What did it matter if it had happened sooner than expected?
The fold was a great place to be considering the last weekend of which I
had just been the center of. Anyway, that is what I told myself and it
worked most of the time.
It did not work well on Tuesday afternoon when Brittany handed me
the phone and told me it was Erica. I talked to her and through her many
apologies we agreed to meet on Thursday night for dinner.
"Have you been keeping her away from me?" I asked Brittany and the
Lee twins who were doing some studying in the living room.
All three nodded, quite brazenly.
"Hmm," I said having the answer to the question that had been
bothering me. I had found it strange that Erica had not tried to talk to
me yet.
"What changed that you decided she should be allowed to talk to me
now?" I asked them.
Brittany gave me an innocent look that told me that she knew a lot
more than she was letting on, and the Lee twins shrugged with a nod
towards Brittany.
The phone rang and Brittany picked it up. She turned to the Lee
twins and nodded her head. The twins got up from the chair and dragged me
out of the room. When I asked what was going on, they whispered "Marelin."
We had a nice visit in my bedroom until Brittany came in excited.
The girls sat down discussing their plans for Marelin when I interrupted
to ask if I was going to have anything to do with it since she was
supposed to be giving herself to me and not them. The Lee twins looked at
each other, then at Brittany and then every female in the room turned to
look at me.
"Yes, David, but you're too nice to enjoy her properly," Joanne
said for all of them.
"You need Brittany's help and we're making sure we give her the
benefit of our imagination," Stephanie said arrogantly.
Brittany removed her bra from under her sweatshirt and tossed it
on the ground. She opened my legs and sat between them facing the twins.
She grabbed one of my hands and put it inside her sweatpants and panties
so that my fingers were on her pussylips. She grabbed my other hand and
shoved it into her sweatshirt so that I was palming a breast.
"Play with those," she told me as she brought her knees up to give
me free access to her pussy. "But keep quiet I want to listen to them,"
she said indicating the twins.
I was slightly offended by her imperatives but after the twins
suggested the first activity I should engage in with Marelin, I buried two
fingers in Brittany to give her physical stimulation along with the aural
pleasure I was sure the twins were causing in her. I had originally
thought that other women were brought into the established foursome for
the benefit of the Smith twins. I was partially right but I was starting
to sense that it was probably also because the Smith twins needed a
protective buffer from the vivid imagination of their girlfriends.
They would have had Brittany wriggling on the bed even without the
help of my hands just from their description of the acts I should perform
on Marelin. Brittany had two orgasms such that she had to bite her lip to
keep quiet. After the first one I figured out that the girls were actually
doing some really heavy flirting from the way that the twins were rubbing
their thighs together. I gave them a couple of 'inadvertent' flashes of
Brittany's distended nipples to up the ante.
When they changed over to the flowing, and picture-like
description of what they planned to do to Marelin the first time I let
them borrow her, Brittany went crashing over the top of her second orgasm
which caused the Lee twins to flee the room to find their men.
Brittany did not even get up to close the door. She tore her
sweatpants down her legs, maneuvered my own pants to my knees, climbed
onto my thighs, reached between her legs to stand my dick up and tried to
impale herself on me in one stroke. It did not work because of her long
period of abstinence, her natural tightness and my size. She got about a
quarter of the way down before her body stopped her. She was nearly mad
with the lust of seven months of going without the only dick she wanted
and the Lee''s efforts to fan it. She pushed down again and drove herself,
almost by sheer will alone to the halfway point on my dick. She growled
angrily at her body's stubbornness. She pulled herself up and stroked me
with what she could a couple of times. I reached down and grabbed her
asscheeks to spread them. She leaned her upper body forward raised her ass
up and slammed past her body's tightness to seat me as deep as she could.
She screamed and from elsewhere in the house a twin set of screams joined
her in release.
It was a long, loud night for all of us.
-----
The hours until my evening with Erica were filled with beautiful
sorority sisters trying to remind me there were rewards for being without
a significant other or one who did not want to play nice with other girls.
I did not have sex with any of them, not even Brittany after the Lee twins
had set her on fire, but the sisters made sure I got plenty of flashes and
tastes of what I would be missing if I made the wrong choice. It was
unnecessary but neither Brittany nor I let them know that.
Brittany insisted on dropping me off at the restaurant. I knew
what it was about; but I would either need the waiting time afterwards or
Erica could insist on driving me home.
Erica hugged me at the entrance of the restaurant but I turned
away from her kiss. I kissed her cheek, put my hand at the small of her
back and guided her inside. They sat us in the back away from other people
as I had requested when I made the reservations.
"David, you have to believe me. I'm really, really sorry," she
said and the waterworks began.
Her explanations and apologies did not matter to me; she had
released something in me that did not speak with words. It felt like I was
there just as her friend and that she had cheated on someone else. I
acknowledged what had happened as I stood outside her house waiting, but
now I felt the full effects of our estrangement.
I heard her but only as the friend Erica's mother wanted for her.
"Say something!" she hissed at me when she realized I had not said
a word. I put my fork down and looked at her.
"We're done, Erica," I said.
"Then why are you here?" she said the hurt obvious in her voice.
"Because we were friends; maybe I can still be your friend and a
friend would listen right now," I told her. I chose not to mention that
her mother was willing to pay a very high price for my time with her,
otherwise I would not have been sitting there.
She looked at me stunned for a couple of minutes before the
natural feminine arrogance that made her attractive to me fought back.
"What do I have to do to get you back?" she asked fervently but
her eyes said she thought it was only a matter of time.
"Nothing Erica. We're through," I told her frankly.
"Are you back with that cow?" she asked me angrily trying to push
some of her guilt on me.
"I told you before I was never with Brittany," I said deflecting
her attack.
"She drools over you, even when you were with me; she couldn't
hide that she wanted you." she jealously.
"Like you said Erica, Brittany has told herself she's mine many
times. As many times as you told me the same thing." I said.
Erica sat back in her chair as the insult hit her. I meant it to
be an insult, but unfortunately it was also the truth.
"So you're fucking her again?" she recovered with.
"Brittany is honest and loyal," I explained calmly knowing she
hated it. "I didn't understand before you came along, how much I need
those traits in a woman."
"Fuck you and your cow!" she spat at me. I picked up my fork and
continued eating.
"David, please don't do this?" she begged me. I put my fork down
and looked at her again.
"I can be your friend Erica, but that's all," I said with
emphasis, "But you will not attack my friends and family. If you can't
give them the respect I feel they deserve then this is the last time we
need to speak to each other."
A part of me hoped she would take the offer so I could stop living
in who I had been with her. She sat back and stared at me. We finished our
meals in silence. During our desserts and coffee she pretended as if I had
forgiven her and we were back together.
It almost made me smile.
We had the normal conversations that usually filled our times
together before I paid our check. She asked if I wanted a ride home and
since there was no reason for me to say no, I accepted.
She parked in the driveway and grabbed my arm as I opened the
door. She pulled me into a hug that she held for a minute. I hugged her
back. She turned her face and tried to kiss me but I was waiting for it. I
put two fingers on her lips and stopped her. I looked into her eyes for a
moment before speaking.
"Never again, Erica," I said before I pulled myself out of her
arms, got out of the car and closed the door behind me. She stared at me
through her car window and I suspected that a part of her was starting to
believe I meant it. I stepped in front of her car so that her lights would
illuminate me as she pulled out of my driveway. I waved to her and I knew
it was for more than just that night.
I walked into our backyard and looked up at the full moon. I
always used the backdoor because I liked to spend a couple of minutes in
the backyard looking around. As houses went we were fairly isolated
because of the nearby hospital and the woods. I stood in the yard longer
than I had intended as the light of the moon bathed my face. I heard them
come up behind me and knew it was the Coven with Erica's sacrifice.
Two of the sorority sisters who wanted me had separated themselves
from the other sisters that week, not because they were better looking but
because they shared Brittany's hunger. I was sure I would get around to
the other three that wanted me, and eventually any other sorority sisters
that made themselves available. However, at some point in time in the last
two days, I had started to think of these three as the Coven with Brittany
as their High Priestess or maybe even Head Witch.
I snickered at my own bad joke. The moon did not seem to think it
was funny either but continued to bathe me with light anyway. I wondered
if the fact I thought of them as the Coven indicated that I was going a
little crazy.
"David," Brittany said from behind me. "She's here."
I turned around to see Marelin standing between the two sorority
sisters, Julie and Tawny. Brittany had let her Coven, or maybe it was
mine, know enough details about us to be useful. The moon showed me the
similarities between mother and daughter. They had the same jade green
eyes, and straight black hair down to the middle of their backs. Both were
around 5 feet 3 inches tall, slim with high breasts. They both had great
tight asses and flat stomachs. The mother was heavier and a touch wider
because of her workout regimen but I could see Erica's future in Marelin.
"David," Marelin said in a pleading voice. "Please don't make me
do this."
"You don't have to," I said turning away from her. "Go home
Marelin."
"What?" Brittany said walking around to look at me. "You can't let
her go, we had a deal!"
"The two of them don't matter anymore, Brittany," I said closing
my eyes and turning my face to the moon. "Marelin never did, and her
daughter chose not to be a part of us."
I felt Julie and Tawny walk around to stand in front of me.
"I'll be her friend Marelin, regardless if you stay or go."
There was silence behind me and I smiled at the moon. It still
gave me no reaction.
"I don't believe you," said a Marelin's voice behind me.
The Coven looked at me and smiled. I shook my head and turned to
walk into the house. At the door, I turned back to the women in the yard
and looked at Marelin.
"If you come inside, Marelin, you have to live by the deal you cut
with Brittany and the Lees." I did not bother to tell her that I spoke
with surety. I knew what would happen; like her daughter, the guilt of
betrayal could not compete with what she wanted at that moment.
I had a recliner in my room and I sat in it to wait for whoever
came in. Brittany walked in first, followed by the blonde Julie, Marelin
and then Tawny with her deep red locks closed the door behind them.
Brittany sat on the arm of my recliner, Marelin stood in the middle of
room, while the Julie and Tawny stood by the door.
I studied Marelin.
"Ladies," I said to Julie and Tawny. "I think Marelin needs a
little warming up."
I wanted to see how the girls would fit in to my life or even if
they could. They stalked to Marelin and nearly tackled her onto the bed.
Julie silenced any protests by putting Marelin in a lip lock while pinning
her arms above her head. Tawny busied herself removing Marelin's clothing.
Brittany got up from the recliner and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked without looking away.
"You have things well in hand here and I think I'm going to
request some time of my own with Marelin just like the twins did," she
said looking towards the bed.
I nodded.
"Don't give Julie and Tawny any time though," she said looking at
her sisters. Both girls stopped what they were doing to look up at her
angrily.
"I'll be waiting at the house," Brittany said with a sexy smile.
"I want to go over how David likes sex, so please hurry!"
If I had been drinking anything I would have sprayed it out at the
stunned look on the girls' faces. Marelin was naked by the time that
Brittany closed the door behind her.
Julie let go of Marelin's lips to attack her nipples with tongue
and mouth. Tawny split Marelin's legs and pushed them towards her chest.
She dived tongue first on to the open pussy and I was sure from Marelin's
cry that Tawny had gone right for her clit.
The girls traded places after Marelin's first orgasm. Marelin
looked liked she was fighting the offer to taste her pussy on Tawny's
lips. Tawny apparently had been told something about me, because she
looked at me, grabbed two handfuls of Marelin's hair and forcedly kissed
her victim. Marelin continued to struggle until Julie's talented tongue
started its work on her. I assume she was talented because as soon Julie
touched Marelin with her mouth the protests withered and her mouth opened
wide to accept anything Tawny had to give.
Marelin was kissing back by the time Julie's tongue got her to the
top of the pleasure ride a couple of minutes later. Julie and Tawny took a
step away from the bed and towards me when Marelin started to come down
from her orgasm. The girls turned to look at me and then kissed each other
clean of any of Marelin's juices. They gave me finger waves as they walked
out the door and closed it behind them.
I got up from the recliner and stripped my clothes off. Marelin
watched me with eyes half-closed. The girls had been a good preview but
she had heard too much from behind Erica's closed door. She wanted me and
was compelled to come into the house because of her desire. I smiled at
her as I turned her around so that her legs were off the bed. I brought
her legs up and grabbed her thighs. I pulled her body so that her ass was
at the edge of the bed. I looked down at her; her eyes were glued to my
hard dick.
"You can still leave," I teased. She ignored me and reached
between her legs to grab my dick. She squeezed it, released it, reached
farther down to my base and squeezed it again. She used her grip to pull
me towards her pussy. She arched her chest up as she placed me at her
entrance and pushed a few inches of me inside of her.
"Oh my God! Thank you!" she whispered and let me go. I pulled back
and penetrated into her steadily. She arched her back and grunted when I
hit her bottom. I pushed her legs down to her chest, spreading her pussy.
She looked at the place where we were joined and her eyes glazed as I
pulled back and fucked into her to claim all of her depth. There was still
some residual anger and frustration so Erica's mother suffered some that
night.
She seemed to enjoy it though.
------
Brittany decided to throw a "David is Free again" party at her
sorority that Saturday. I thought it was a fairly shallow excuse to party
and have the orgy she wanted with her Coven but I was not going to argue
about being the focus of a sorority house party.
It was a great party especially considering the three to one
female to male ratio. None of the guys felt it necessary to go out and
find more males to even the odds though. The Coven had staked a claim to
me and the other sisters were keeping their distance. They were now
calling themselves that using the term I had coined after I told Brittany
my nickname for them and she tattled. I did not mind the exclusivity since
I had almost the full set of the blonde, redhead and brunette with a
raven-haired bitch to keep the rest in line. I was missing a brunette so I
kept my eyes opened for a candidate. Brittany asked me why I was making
such a study of certain sisters. I was so distracted that I revealed to
her what I was thinking without filtering it; I was even beginning to
treat her like Rachel.
Brittany laughed and then told the other girls what I was looking
for. They also laughed and started pointing out possible candidates for
me. I had to deal with their matchmaking attempts for the rest of the
party. The non-Coven sisters seemed to figure out some of what was going
on, because I was being introduced to every brunette with honey brown hair
and the sisters started to promote themselves. I even heard some whispers
from a few asking whether a bottle brunette was good enough. The only real
possibility at the sorority was a tiny little angel with a proportionally
feminine body for her height and a wild look in her eyes. I was talking to
her by the bathroom door when the Lee twins swooped down and dragged her
away for themselves. The Smith twins shrugged a smile at my bad luck while
Stephanie stuck her tongue out at me. Brittany laughed at the pout on my
face and decided enough was enough. She collected her Coven and enlisted
their help in getting me away from the party to my house. It was not too
hard, Julie got me in a corner shoved her hands in my jeans and whispered
that she had been dreaming of what my cum would taste like. It was a long
walk home or at least we could not seem to get there fast enough for any
of us.
The phone was ringing when we got there and Brittany rushed to
pick it up.
"He's busy right now, please call back in, ohhh, about four
hours," she said sweetly into the phone and then hung up.
"Erica wants you to call her, but it can wait until we're done
with you," she said as she walked into my bedroom.
"Yeah, right!" Tawny exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around me
to pull down my zipper. I thought about calling Erica back but that
thought died a violent death.
Tawny was dragging my clothes off from behind me, I had a perfect
view to my bed from which Brittany was busy throwing her clothes off,
Julie knelt in front of me and took me as deep as she could in one
swallow.
Julie wrapped both hands on my dick and began to suckle only the
head. Tawny managed to get me naked and moved around to get Julie's
clothing off. I was most impressed by Tawny's thoughtfulness when she took
me in her mouth so that my dick did not feel lonely as she pulled Julie's
top over her head. Julie reestablished her cocksucking duties as soon as
she was naked so Tawny moved into my room backwards tossing her clothes
off. Brittany took her down on the bed. I picked Julie up from her
position with some protesting from her. I turned her around and gave her a
quick spank to stop her whining. She turned her head around and gave me a
rebellious smile before letting herself be guided into the room. Brittany
had positioned her head between Tawny's thighs and from the sound of it
she was exactly where Tawny wanted her. I liked the idea of what was going
on there so I turned Julie around and lay her down beside Tawny. She
squealed in happiness getting the idea of what was going to happen. I had
a king sized bed so there was room for all of us.
Julie tasted exactly like what she was: a pretty blonde co-ed with
washed-out green eyes. Those eyes helped to make her the kind of girl that
you felt comfortable being around. She always dressed like college girls
do in school shorts, a t-shirt, flip-flops, and a baseball cap with her
hair flowing out of the hole in back. She had a thick body from playing in
the intra-mural soccer leagues. It was a body type that would cause her an
uphill battle to keep from going to chubby in later years. The difference
between Julie and two thousand other girls in school was that she revved
up faster, higher and stayed there longer. She was definitely
high-performance. She had the sexual energy and power of an Indy car and
she required a driver that could take her to the finish line in first
place. In the Coven, she had three quality drivers so far, Tawny, Brittany
and me. I licked her clit for a couple of minutes and her taste got
stronger and stronger until I took it in my mouth to suck it. She grabbed
two handfuls of my hair and pushed her pussy at me in reaction to her
first orgasm. I felt the difference between her and the other co-eds when
her first orgasm ended but she came down only just below the red line.
I had plans for that night which went out the window when her body
challenged me to floor it. I moved up her body trapping her legs with my
hands and pushing them down to her chest. She squealed in happiness again
as she felt my dick touch her pussy lips. I fucked into her smoothly and
her pussy caressed me in welcome. I only got halfway into her before her
body stopped my passage. I pulled back and sawed back and forth until I
was completely inside her.
"Please wait!" she said as I reached the deepest stroke her body
allowed. I looked at her wondering why she idled her body when it felt
like she wanted to let it go. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and
rolled her hips. She shuddered from the power of the orgasm and I felt her
pussy squeeze me in an undulating motion from deep inside to her lips and
then back again.
"Gaaah!" she grunted as her head came up to look at our joining.
She fell back on the bed and rolled her hips towards me to get me deeper.
"Now, please! Hard!" she whispered as she felt me take a little
more of her depth than before. I did not need any more encouragement; I
pulled back and plunged into her. She arched her pussy to meet my next
thrust into her.
She was not quite like Brittany but my dick could not tell the
difference from the amount of lubrication she produced giving me the
perfect environment to move in and out of her pussy with power. Her third
orgasm around my dick was too much for me. I let go of her legs and
dropped my upper body on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me and
grabbed my hair in both her hands. She ground herself into my groin as our
tongues wrestled in her mouth. She broke the kiss when I hardened at the
brink of orgasm; I pulled out as far as her legs would let me and fucked
into her as solidly as I could. She took the stroke and accepted her first
portion of my cum deep in her womb. Her legs squeezed me and her hips
ground on me even harder as the second shot of cum set her off even more.
The next thing I heard was Brittany and Tawny clapping at our
performance. Julie looked at them and a blush prettily colored her face. I
smiled at her embarrassment when a couple of minutes ago her body had not
cared about an audience; regardless of what Julie had under the hood she
was still a fairly typical college student.
I lay down next to Julie and smiled at the girls. It had been a
pleasurable ride and I wanted to bask in being in bed with three naked
women. Tawny had other ideas; she made her nature known by grabbing a
handful of Brittany's hair and pushing her friend's face in between
Julie's thighs. Tawny had both girls between us so it gave me time to
notice that when she moved towards me, she prowled. Her eyes locked on her
target, my semi-hard wet dick, and she crawled around both girls to get to
it.
Tawny licked me like a kitten getting its first taste of milk. She
licked me again and then sucked the head of my dick into her mouth. She
suckled at the head like Julie had but she did it with a purr. She licked
me clean with long strokes of her tongue taking intermittent breaks to see
if she could suck more of me out of my dick. Long past, my being clean of
Julie, Tawny kept licking me and seemed to be getting a lot of pleasure
from it.
I smiled appraising at what I had on my hands when I realized she
was purring constantly, or at least that was the best I could describe the
vibration of pleasure that was coming from her throat.
Tawny was nothing more than a five foot, curly red haired,
blue-eyed, tight, tight, tight female kitten. She was on the dance team,
which meant that she was the sister Brittany spent the most time with. She
had been recruited for the sorority like the Lee twins. She was a
fanatical gym rat so there were tone lines all over her body. My favorite
was her stomach, when she moved you could see each individual ab. Her
sexuality was that of a cat but she was so small I thought of her as a
kitten Brittany had given me to cheer me up after Erica.
Tawny tired of just licking me and began to take me in and out of
her mouth. She tried to take me as deep as she could and then did some
purring. It was different almost as if she had put a vibrator against my
dick. I had been on my way to hardening with the licking but the purr made
me go the rest of the way. She looked at me and her eyes gleamed as she
moved up my body. She kissed my chin and reached between her legs. I felt
the tip of my dick touch her pussy and then she sat down on it. It was
like trying to fuck into a closed fist, my head got in her and then she
stopped. Because I was familiar with the grunt of frustration she released
at the end of her excursion, I reached around her and grabbed her ass to
prevent her from doing something stupid. I moved her up and then down the
couple of inches her body was willing to accommodate. She growled in
frustration and pushed down hard. I pulled her completely off me and sat
her on my stomach. She looked down at me with angry eyes; I pulled her
face down using her hair and stared into those eyes. Tawny was cowed
immediately and licked my lips in apology. I moved her back to my dick and
pushed myself into her. She moaned when I worked myself halfway into her.
There was enough to give her a feeling of being fucked so I lifted her to
the end of my dick and then moved my hips up to fuck into her.
"Oh, damn!" she said as she felt me moving in and out of her
slowly. Her face was expressive and she liked to make her hair move around
her as I fucked in and out of her. She put her hands on my chest and
leaned her weight on me to change the angle of my penetration. I moved in
and out of her slowly watching her face going through the different
expressions I caused by the stroking into her and by the stroking out of
her.
Her orgasm, when it came, was a thing of grace and beauty. Her
body colored to a rosy pink, she bit her lower lip, leaned her head to the
right and gasped midway through the pleasure. She put her weight on my
torso and vibrated against my chest as the aftershocks hit her body.
I felt someone's hand on my ball sack; I was pulled out of the
very warm Tawny and felt a tongue begin to lick me clean. I thought there
was no point to that since I was just going to be getting dirty rolling
around with Tawny anyway. I decided against saying anything and a couple
of minutes later I was placed back at Tawny's entrance. She pushed down on
me and this time she was able to control the stroking without much
resistance from her body. She was still tight so she could not make it a
smooth flow up and down my dick but her face was telling me that she
enjoyed the little tug of war her pussy was playing with my dick.
I felt a tongue on my balls and thought I must be in heaven. It
did not last very long because Tawny came suddenly. As soon as her orgasm
ended she was pushed off my dick and up my body. This put her nipples by
my mouth so I started to suck and lick them waiting to see what was going
to happen.
Julie and Brittany both put their lips on my dick and stroked up
and down my dick with a pair of lips on each side of me. I sucked on
Tawny's nipples and grabbed her ass hard. The girls below got the message
that I was enjoying their treatment so two tongues were added to the mix.
The lips were taken out of the game and I was being licked from nearly
every angle and could not decide which tongue to pay attention to. The
grand finale came when someone took my head into her mouth and sucked it
while the other girl licked/sucked my testicles individually.
I pushed Tawny down and the girls got out of the way as I shoved
into her hard. She gasped but her pussy was now ready to let me fuck her
smoothly. She put her hands on my chest to hold on and let me fuck in and
out of her with solid strokes.
The last part where we had stimulated both ends was too much.
"Oh my God! He gets bigger!" Tawny cried out as I shoved into the
deepest part of her and released myself inside of her. I pulled back and
pushed into her again to release more of myself. My hips collapsed onto
the bed and she collapsed on my chest. I was pulled out of her and I felt
Tawny being spread so we could receive our complementary cleanup service.
I was content, happy and ready to fall asleep until Tawny was
pulled off me. Brittany crawled up my body and looked into me.
"My turn, baby," she said sweetly.
------
Monday, Erica wanted to meet for lunch. We had a class in the same
building so the student center was convenient for both of us. Brittany
called Marelin to tell her the good news and give her the time that she
was expected.
Erica and I sat away from everyone else and I got the feeling she
was going to try to lump some of the responsibility for our breakup on me.
She waited until we were done eating for which I was grateful since there
were even less people around us by the time we were done.
She wanted me to start but I had already said what needed saying.
"Are we going to try to get back together?" she asked forlornly. I
sighed to myself.
"I am not going to get back together with you." I said simply.
"David, I made a mistake. Why can't you forgive me?" she pleaded
with her eyes beginning to tear.
"You made a choice Erica, not a mistake." I replied.
"I wasn't thinking David, I'm sorry."
"There's nothing for you be sorry for, you got a better offer."
"Why are you being like this?" she asked; the tears were now
flowing freely.
I put my elbows on the table and rubbed my forehead with my palms.
"Erica, you put the words 'just you and me' between us." I said.
"Yet you would've chosen not tell me about him."
"I would've told you. I was already feeling guilty." she said.
"Did you feel guilty before, or during? It couldn't have been
after because you didn't look guilty kissing him on your porch."
She sat straight up and her eyes looked like I had done exactly
what her other boyfriends had done to her. I took a deep breath.
"I was living the words you put between us without you asking for
them from me, Erica. You spoke them so that the rules between us were
understood, so that you could trust me you said. He is not you and he is
not me and he is not the words we spoke. I choose to live by your words
'just you and me.'"
"It was a mistake, David. I promise it will never happen again."
This time it was her eyes that pleaded with me. I shook my head, she had
not understood.
"Are you still fucking him?" I asked pinning her with my eyes.
She backed up in the chair to look at me with surprise. It was all
the answer I needed.
"So this 'Forgive me, let's get back together.' is bullshit
because if I said 'I want you back,' and meant it you'd have to say 'Hold
on, I gotta make a call to the guy I'm fucking.'" I said with some of the
anger escaping.
"What fucking kind of slut do you think I am?" she said angrily
looking like she was only two words away from slapping me.
"How many times have you stepped out on your boyfriend and done
exactly what I just said?" I asked reminding her that at one time she had
hid the truth from me. She sat back again hurt that I would use her own
confessions against her.
"If that's what you think of me, why did you go out with me?"
"I told you the why the morning you fucked him."
"How could you say those words to me, and hurt me like this?" she
asked the tears making a renewed appearance.
I sat there and thought about it.
"You're right, and I'm sorry," I said finally.
"What?" she said looking at me surprised.
"I was wrong," I said.
"I don't understand," she said warily.
"I did not think about how much this would hurt you. If I had we
would have just stayed friends," I said. It was the worst thing I could
have said to her; her head reared back and her mind could not decide
between insulted injury or anger.
I waited to see which would win; in the last two weeks, I had
forgotten how much I enjoyed looking at her.
"Are you fucking that cow?" she asked when the anger won out.
"If you call Brittany that again in front of me the last thing you
will hear me say is 'Have a good life, Erica,'" I explained with no
emotion. I had burned it out trying to keep from yelling at her like a
lunatic.
This time the tears just fell down her face.
"I can't believe you're doing this," she said crying.
"Erica, everybody in my life knew how this would end. I knew we
would have this conversation eventually. Maybe you need to ask yourself
what is it about men that makes you so predictable."
She sat looking and me with hurt in her eyes and it hurt me but
she had made her choices.
"I'm still your friend Erica," I told her. "You can still call me
or ask me to see you anytime you want. I will never again approach you
though, but I'll always have time if you need it."
She continued crying and I let her.
"So tell me about this guy: you seemed happy," I said when she had
relaxed.
Her mother arrived at the time Brittany said she was expected.
Tawny walked her into my room; I smiled at Marelin. I pointed towards the
bed where Brittany had laid out the wrapping. Her eyes opened widely as
she saw what I planned for her to wear.
"Ladies, prepare her," I said.
They stripped her; she struggled but the Coven was young, strong
and had her outnumbered. She was dragged screaming through the house; I
knew the exact moment when one of the girls had enough of the noise and
shoved fingers up her pussy because Marelin's screams of protest became
moans of need. I smiled in the recliner and went over my lunchtime
conversation with Erica.
I did not think she understood yet. She crossed the line and there
was no going back for me. She would understand this concept later, but for
now, all she comprehended was that her apologies and show of remorse had
worked with other men but they had not worked with me. There was hope in
her eyes as if she thought that they would eventually work.
The girls sat Marelin on the bed for the hair brushing and makeup
session. Tawny took it upon herself to keep the protests to a minimum by
occasionally giving Marelin's clit something to play with.
Julie was assigned to keep me busy for the last part so she
straddled me on the sofa and made out with me so I would not watch Marelin
being dressed.
Brittany coughed and Julie stood up.
They had pulled her hair back into a harsh ponytail. Her makeup
was done in severe lines to accentuate the outfit. She was wearing
four-inch heels and they had fit her in the leather teddy I had purchased
earlier. From the leather collar at her neck there were six leather strips
that ran down her body, two in front and back went to her arm pits, one
ran the front of her body with the last running down the middle of her
back. The four that ran to her armpits became two strips of leather down
to just above her hips. There were bands of leather that crossed to the
strip running down her front from both strips at her sides. There were
five sets of bands that crisscrossed her body, one of the sets tried to
hide her nipples but her areolas were too big for the single strand. At
her hips the two strips became four again that ran down her front and back
to join into one piece of leather that covered her pussy. She was also
wearing leather wristbands with iron rings in them. She stood with her
chest proudly stuck out towards me as she waited for my approval.
"There are O-rings on the twins' wall," I said with no emotion in
voice or on my face. "Tie her to them."
"NO!" she cried realizing the wrapping was not for me. Tawny
crossed behind her and pulled Marelin's hair back savagely cutting off
anything else she might say. The girls dragged her out of my room.
They came back into the room whispering among each other.
"God, she soaked the leather by the time we got her tied," Julie
said in wonderment.
They all stood around me looking lost before Brittany spoke, "She
going to have so much fun tonight."
There was something in her voice, a wistfulness that annoyed me.
"Do you want to join her?" I asked quietly.
It came from her hip; I was distracted so combined with her years
of physical training the slap nailed me unprotected. It turned my head and
I stayed facing that direction and bit my lip. The girls made no sound but
I did not look at them. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the
frustration of wanting to...
Brittany sniffed; they walked out of my room and house.
-----
The girls did not come back the rest of the week and neither did
any of the sorority sisters that usually hung out in our house. The
difference was so startling even the twins noticed by Friday afternoon.
"Where the girls at?" they asked me as we sat in the living room.
The Lee twins gave their men a look and shook their heads slightly.
"Anyway, David. Rachel said she wanted to talk to you alone
tonight so we won't be going," Stephanie said to stop any answer or
further questions.
I nodded and walked into my room to wait for Rachel to pick me up.
I hoped she was not going to talk about Brittany and the Coven whom the
Lee twins had probably been more than happy to gossip about. According to
the Smith twins, I was the favorite topic of conversation between their
mother and their girlfriends. I doubted I would be able to avoid the
conversation about the Coven so I started thinking of what I might say.
She looked good; so very good that I gave up on any excuses.
"Yes, Rachel, I was a dick. Would you like me to apologize now or
later to Brittany?" I thought it sounded good so I practiced it a couple
of times as I followed Rachel's gently swaying ass into the restaurant.
The looks she was getting from the men annoyed me.
She did not say anything until our food arrived. She talked but
she was not talking to me, she was speaking in my presence. I let it go
for a while until I really got annoyed. Brittany had to have told her what
happened so if it was not in the forefront of her mind there must have
been something serious going on.
"What's wrong, Rachel" I said pushing my full plate away and
looking at her.
"I'm sorry, baby," she said noticing what she had been doing. She
looked down at her plate in a way that told me what she wanted me to do,
push.
"Tell me what's wrong, or I'm calling everyone to find out," I
said quietly. The threat was not necessary but I put it in for good
effect. I figured she only wanted to talk about things and have me listen
to her sort her thoughts out.
She told me what was going on back home with Smith Holdings.
Taylor, Michael's ex-wife, had banded together with most of the top
non-family executives. Three of her ex-lovers were spearheading a wedge
into Smith Holdings separating the management from the employees. There
were a couple of companies experiencing unexplained losses. Recently Smith
Holdings lost two critical bids to lesser companies, something that should
have never transpired. My mother, Rachel, and Michael were quietly trying
to find the connections to roll heads. Michael was afraid of what would
happen if he fired his ex-wife's lovers without due cause. He believed
most of the other executives were only revolting because of the stagnation
that Smith Holdings had suffered under his tenure. As a side venture the
three were pushing to force Rachel to choose one of them as a mate in
order to save the parent company.
The problems had been in the works for years but Taylor's
bitterness towards Michael was the vehicle the men were driving to steer
the control of Smith Holdings into their hands. I listened to Rachel the
rest of the night pulling detail after detail from her and helping her
sort her thoughts about what she could do to strengthen her position. She
owned the company but no one wanted the repercussions of setting a bull
loose in a china shop.
She pulled me back for a kiss when I was getting out of her car.
She let our July and August slip into the feel of her kiss even if it was
no more than a touch telling me that she was scared. She knew Smith
Holdings would not be lost to her and the twins but the power struggle on
top of a long period of economic staleness could leave them in an
untenable position.
"Is the Formal still next Saturday?" I asked when I turned to
leave.
"Of course, it's a Smith tradition," she said. There was a
question in her voice that I could not answer yet. The Smith Formal was a
company executive get together that occurred every summer at the Smith
Mansion. All middle and upper company managers from the Smith fold were
invited and flown in if necessary.
"Invite the Coven," I told her as I got out of the car.
I stood in front of my refrigerator thinking about Brittany, Julie
and Tawny for a few minutes. I had stopped thinking of them as anything
but the Coven since Julie and Tawny had separated themselves from the
sisters that wanted me. I considered all the others girls in the sorority
as little more than an adjunct to the Coven. They hung around the house,
or at least they had before I had taken out my anger on Brittany, and
there was still plenty of heavy flirting but none seemed as real as the
three that were guiding me back from Erica.
I picked up the phone and called the sorority house. I recognized
the voice that answered but could not put a face to it.
"May I speak to Brittany?" I asked politely. I heard the intake of
breath clearly and smiled to myself. The phone was put down on the other
side without saying anything else to me and I had to wait a couple of
minutes before I heard it being picked up.
"Hello?" Brittany said.
I looked at the phone for a second surprised that I had missed her
voice.
"I'd like to talk to you and the girls," I said softly. "But you
first."
-----
Everyone that mattered in Smith Holdings was there. The house was
so packed there were people walking around outside enjoying the beautiful
night. I looked around sipping a glass of seltzer water and I was able to
pick out the people that were awaiting the power play by one or more of
the big three to place Smith Holdings under their control. I thought they
were idiots since Smith Holdings owned outright most of the subsidiaries.
If the Smith Holdings went down, most of the people in the room would lose
their jobs, which was significantly worse than being in a profitable,
albeit stagnant company.
I watched the people and made my decisions about them. Taylor was
wearing a tight, black cocktail dress and I could not help but notice she
had the exact hair color I was hoping to add to the Coven. Julie met my
eyes from across the room and pouted her lips to tell me she knew exactly
what I had been thinking.
I looked around the house and the thought that were it not for
Erica's fateful choice, I would have been there with her oblivious to the
moves being made to surround my family. I toasted Erica's lover in thanks
for being the better man.
Brittany had spoken to me as soon as I walked in to confirm that
everyone involved in the imminent problems were present and accounted for.
I kissed her cheek and she touched my face gently. It was all the apology
and thanks I was going to give and it was all that she wanted.
I turned to look at Michael who was seething in a corner. His eyes
were moving from each member of the spearhead to Taylor; even from across
the room I could tell Taylor had crossed an unforgivable line. I moved to
the piano to stand between Taylor and Michael just in case the couple of
drinks I had seen him imbibe became an excuse for inexcusable actions. My
mother and Rachel saw me watching Michael. They moved to stand by me and
made small talk with me. I asked for some details about the three. Two of
them were married but their wives were standing a few steps away from
their husbands. It seemed to be what the husbands expected as they huddled
and watched Michael and Rachel.
I had plans but so did someone else of my blood. Her plans were a
little more personal and compelling so I let her have the floor as soon as
I saw her.
Marisa walked in wearing a black dress similar to Taylor's. Our
eyes met across the floor and I raised my glass in a toast approving of
her obvious plans for the night. My mother and Rachel turned around to see
whom I had saluted. They broke out into huge grins and looked at Michael.
I kept looking at my baby sister. She was taller than my mother at five
foot seven and her body had made the transition to womanly curves since
the last summer. There were girls that at sixteen were the ripest they
would ever be, my sister was not one of them. At sixteen, she began to
show the promise of what she would become but even just that promise was
impressive. It was not comfortable for me to analyze my sister's body but
the black dress went well with her dark hair, dark eyes, and the black
choker that I knew had been a gift from Michael.
She hesitated inside the entryway and looked around. It gave
everyone the opportunity to see her for what she was, the changeling girl
who had come to make a woman's claim on a man whom she had believed with
her soul for many years was hers. Her eyes touched on Michael and the
smile that graced her lips made many of the men turn to see what could
make a woman so happy. Michael was seated watching Taylor with his back
turned so he did not realize the size of the hurt that was coming his way.
Marisa did not bother to look at who had his attention. She was my sister
and I saw the things that women like about me in her when she walked
towards him. People got out of her way but turned to see the results of
the eminent collision. The women watched Michael waiting for his reaction
and the men watched Marisa wishing they were Michael.
Michael had the instinct of a bird of prey, so when Marisa was
only halfway to him, he stood up and turned around searching for the
burning eyes he felt on his back. His eyes touched Marisa's and they
blazed as bright as hers. He did not consider fighting, or running, or
even protesting. She glided towards him and he knew she had walked him
down just like this step by step in her imagination many times since their
first hug. Her public seduction of him had been ages in the making. He
might have told her "no" were he the only one affected by it, but the pain
that word would cause her was not something he could be responsible for so
he would never speak it.
She stood toe to toe with him and I read her lips.
"Hello."
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The women in the
room took one with him knowing he was taking her fragrance into his body
making it his. He opened his eyes to find she had gotten up on her
tiptoes. She kissed his lips with a wet and lingering touch that said how
long she had been waiting for him to make her his. She took the glass of
wine he was holding and sipped it while looking at him over the rim.
She scrunched up her nose at the taste.
We had all seen that look a hundred times but it was beautiful
that night turning from the cute it had always been.
"Don't you think you should get me a drink?" I read her lips again
as she gave him a brave smile that told him she was still in part the
little girl with a crush. He smiled at her with his heart in his eyes and
I watched my mother dab tears from hers. Michael moved towards the bar to
get her something that would not cause her nose to scrunch. Marisa put the
glass down and looked at me. She smiled at me widely and raised her
eyebrows. She looked past me and the smile left her face.
I reached out without looking and caught Taylor's arm as she
stalked towards my sister. Taylor spun around and looked ready to unleash
her anger at me but she noticed the milieu she was in. I looked at Marisa
and with my eyes signaled her over to Michael. Marisa bowed her head in
affirmation, picked up the wine glass and walked to Michael. She met him
as he turned and ushered him through the doors to stroll underneath the
stars.
Taylor had turned to watch the maneuver and as they disappeared
outside she turned back to me. My mother and Rachel were looking at me in
undisguised surprise, which was Taylor's first clue that I had made an
irrevocable change in our lives. Everyone in the room who had noticed
Taylor's aborted action was now staring at us with more curiosity than
what they had observed Marisa and Michael with.
I let go of Taylor's arm and she took a step back only to bump
into Julie and Tawny. She tried to get past them but they each grabbed an
arm by the tricep. She glared at them in offense but they were looking to
me for instructions.
"Let go of me!" she hissed but they paid her absolutely no mind. I
took a sip of my water and waited for her to realize I was the only one
that mattered in her near future.
She turned to look at me and her teeth clicked shut when she saw
my eyes.
"Let's get one thing clear," I said in a voice that even the
people near me could barely hear. "Marisa and Michael are now off-limits
to you."
Her back came up and she looked ready to retort but again her
instincts stopped her when she made eye contact with me.
"I will burn you at the stake on my front lawn if I even think you
are responsible for a frown on my baby sister's face." I paused to let her
see how much I meant it. Marisa had claimed Michael and that made him a
part of her as far as I was concerned. I would not defend Michael but I
would pile bodies at Marisa's doorstep if necessary.
"Take her into the library," I told the Coven. Taylor had not
noticed that Brittany was standing behind the other girls; Brittany moved
around and led them to the library on the first floor. Julie and Tawny
turned with Taylor between them and walked behind Brittany.
"Wait! God damn it!" Taylor said loudly. The girls stopped and all
turned their eyes to Taylor. She looked at each of them and said nothing
when they started walking again. They had their instructions and were only
acting at my will. Taylor had enough survival instincts to know she might
not win this fight but losing it publicly would be the worst thing that
could happen to her.
The room watched as Brittany opened the door and stepped aside.
She closed the doors as she entered behind the others. Everyone in the
room turned theirs eyes back to me and waited.
I turned to my left to look at Rachel. We were now the same height
so our eyes met as equals. Even if they had known everything non-family
could know, anyone watching would have thought it was a power struggle.
The pack knew; she was looking for that something in me Roger had told her
to expect. It was something she had been waiting for since Puerto Rico. I
let her look and finally she smiled the biggest smile I had seen since a
year before Roger's death. She walked past me and headed towards the
library.
I turned to my right and looked at my mother. She stood up on
tiptoes and pulled me down to kiss my cheek. She did not have to look for
something she had done her best to cultivate for years. She turned and
followed Rachel into the library.
I took a drink of my water and waited for the room to begin to
relax. I felt the stir of restlessness that signaled that everyone in the
room thought Rachel and my mother would handle Taylor.
I turned around and looked up at the stairs where I knew they
would be. The Smith twins and the Lee twins were looking at me waiting. I
nodded to Sean and Patrick; they nodded back at me. I looked at Stephanie
and Joanne; they leaned their head to the side as one with a question in
their eyes. I signaled with my head to the library, their eyes widened in
surprise. The Smith twins each put a hand on the Lee twin nearest them and
nudged them down the steps. The Lees turned to look at the brothers but
received only nods of confirmation. They turned to walk confidently to the
library with tears wetting their eyes.
I let the doors close behind them before my eyes panned the room.
I made a brief eye contact with Esmeralda and looked away. I twitched my
head towards the library and she walked towards it needing nothing else. I
let the people in the room stare at me for a few minutes before I nodded
towards the door without looking at anyone in particular. In unison, half
of my female relatives started towards the library; only my family knew
why the females that stayed outside did so. As the last of the women
closed the doors behind her, Ovaldo, though the youngest, led three of my
uncles to stand by, lean against and obviously guard the doors.
The company people's curiosity was now at a fever pitch but I let
it crash against me again and again without responding to it. I made eye
contact with everyone on my list that had decided siding with the
triumvirate was a smart move. My eyes told them they would have one chance
to rethink their position; the smart ones took the opportunity to study me
and think of what I was doing meant to them.
I looked at the executive three. They each gave me the same smirk
believing that this had all been a production staged for their benefit and
they were communicating that they would not back down. I looked to the
wives, they were studying the library doors, the members of my family they
knew about, and the Smith twins. I smiled at the looks they gave each
other and the obvious churnings that were going on behind their eyes. They
looked at me and the fear was clear on their faces. They were the first
one to realize Rachel had chosen a lion to guard her herd from the hyenas.
If a few of the sheep fell because I was feeling peckish it was something
Rachel was willing to live with. No one else in the room, the triumvirate
least of all, came anywhere near that level of understanding. I did not
bother to explain; explanations, or at least statements of fact would come
after I settled Taylor.
Michael and Marisa walked back inside and I met them at the bar.
They both knew something was going on but Marisa kept guiding the
conversation to safe points. The twins joined us and that made another
pair of buffers from Michael. I did not believe for one second that
Michael would stop me, but he might have insisted on protecting Taylor.
I turned to walk to the library and had only take three paces when
I heard Michael take his first step towards me. I stopped and turned to
him.
The twins inserted themselves between Michael and I. Michael
looked at them in surprise when they met his eyes squarely. I saw the
pride in his eyes as they committed themselves to standing against him if
necessary.
"We don't hold you responsible for this Michael," Sean said.
"Your loyalty is not something we would trade for anything."
Patrick said. Michael nodded at them waiting.
"You've taken care of us, and we insist that you take the time to
take care of you," Sean said looking at my sister at the end. Marisa
blushed prettily.
"You will be needed to deal with the repercussions, but let's not
ruin the moment. Marisa has been waiting for tonight too long for your
past to ruin it."
Michael turned to look at Marisa. She gave him a smile and kissed
his lips again. I felt a little anger of brotherly possessiveness when he
kissed her back. He touched her face and turned to look at me.
He nodded and I swear the room gasped. The bright ones moved away
from the three, I took some names off my mental lists. I turned around and
walked past my uncles into the library.
The women were spread out around the room with Taylor sitting in a
love seat with Julie on one side and Tawny on the other. Taylor looked at
me nervously but with a sigh of relief now that she had a man whom she
might manipulate rather than the quiet women in the room.
I looked around the room as I walked to the chair across from
Taylor; five of my aunts, an older first cousin, the Coven, the Lee twins,
my mother and Rachel. I sat down and looked at Taylor; she had honey-brown
hair and hazel eyes. She was the same height as Julie but was built like
Tawny. She had a fog of emotion over her eyes as if the world never ceased
to disappoint her.
"What am I doing in here?" she said deciding to charge me instead
of waiting for me to strike at her. I smiled and made as if I were
thinking about it.
"You've become a problem, Taylor," I said, "When it was just
Michael, it was an annoyance but now you've made a few people brave and
widened the scope of the damage you're willing to cause."
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said angrily.
"Taylor, don't bullshit me. If I'm getting involved it's time to
save yourself."
"And who the fuck are you?" she asked but looked at Rachel which
was where she had been expecting the offensive to come from no matter what
had happened outside. I looked at her and realized the high road was not
going to be possible. Taylor had to be broken of all resistance before she
would stop her vendetta against Michael and everything he cared about.
I sat quietly staring at her until she began to fidget. I put my
left elbow on the chair arm and turned my palm up to Rachel.
"Your panties, Rachel," I said while continuing to stare at Taylor
who gasped loudly when Rachel put her hand under the slits at her thighs
of the blue evening gown she was wearing. She was businesslike in pulling
them down her legs; or at least as businesslike as anyone could look
taking her panties off. She deposited them in my hand and looked at me
waiting to see if I had more for her.
I brought the panties close to my face and took the scent in. I
had missed the fragrance that was Rachel. I looked at Taylor and handed
the panties to Brittany who had come to stand beside my chair. Brittany
crossed over to Tawny and handed her the panties. Tawny and Julie both put
a leg over each of Taylor's and grabbed an arm apiece effectively pinning
Taylor. Tawny brought the panties to Taylor's face and touched her lips
and nose with them. Taylor fought until Brittany got behind the love seat
and with a firm grip on Taylor's hair kept her head still. Taylor was
shooting daggers at me with her eyes but I noticed the deep breathing was
not all from anger and nervousness.
I signaled Tawny with my head and the panties were taken away from
Taylor's face. Brittany walked around the love seat to retrieve them.
Taylor was still angry and her eyes continued to hate me.
"Mother," I said looking at Taylor. My mother walked from her spot
by the wall to stand beside my chair. "Take Rachel's clothes off."
Taylor gasped at that also.
I had not talked to anyone but the Coven about what I planned, and
they were only told that I planned to correct most of Taylor's
misconceptions about us and that I expected them to follow my lead.
Rachel was wearing a blue evening gown that hugged most of her
curves and had slits from mid-thigh down to the floor. My mother also was
businesslike when she walked behind Rachel who turned her head and pulled
her hair to her front. My mother grabbed the zipper from the top and
pulled it down. Rachel stretched her arms out akimbo but my mother was
holding the dress up. Rachel smiled at Taylor with such grace that she
made it seem like being stripped by my mother in front of a dozen women
was an everyday occurrence. My mother allowed the dress to fall down
Rachel's body slowly revealing her in all her naked glory inches at a
time. When the dress had passed down enough to show Rachel's pubic hair my
mother allowed the dress to pool on the floor. Rachel stepped out of the
dress and moved to stand next to my chair.
I understood her lack of shame; she was glorious. Naked in just
blue heels by my side she looked...
I turned my head to look at her. I smiled at her racing strip of
blonde pubic hair and hardened. I looked to Taylor and she had noticed the
possession in my eyes when I looked at Rachel.
"Why am I here, Rachel?" I asked while looking at Taylor. There
was a dark tone in my voice that made every woman in the room look at me
nervously.
Rachel looked at me and clasped her hands behind her back, which
pushed her chest towards me. It would have been distracting had my
question not been serious. Rachel noticed her maneuver had not caused me
to lose focus.
"I made some mistakes," she admitted.
"How?" I asked.
"I should have fired those three idiots and quashed Taylor a long
time ago," she said with her head down, ashamed.
"Why didn't you?"
"I did not want to hurt Michael and because he was right that
firing the three would cause trouble because of their affairs with
Taylor." I nodded my head accepting that as the truth that could be spoken
in front of non-family.
"You shouldn't be getting involved yet," Rachel whispered.
Taylor looked around and saw that no other woman in the room was
surprised by the last of Rachel's confession.
"I am not pleased by this Rachel," I said in a very quiet voice.
Taylor's eyes turned to me at the sound of my voice.
Rachel nodded her head almost pathetically.
I reached out my hand and grabbed hers. I walked her around to my
right side and pulled her over my lap.
Taylor's eyes could not get wider without popping out of her head.
The two spanks, one on each of Rachel's cheeks, were symbolic.
They were not for the other women in the room, nor for Rachel, but for
Taylor.
I patted Rachel's ass. It was a full ass with two abundant yet
tight buttcheeks for me to palm and mold to the shape of my hand. She had
not made a noise during the two slaps but she groaned when she felt my
fingers move to her pussylips. I dipped two fingers inside her; her pussy
lips were dry but inside she was ready for me. I pulled my fingers out
after I moistened them with her juices and moved down to her clit. I
looked at Taylor as I used small, firm circles to bring Rachel to orgasm.
She had a quiet one that caused small convulsions. Her liquid ran
over my hand and onto the inside of her thighs. I pushed my fingers into
her to coat them with her being. I had not planned the next thing either
but Brittany had never failed me.
I pulled my fingers out of Rachel and looked at them. Most of my
hand was covered with moisture but the fingers I used on Rachel were
soaked. I made believe I was looking around for something to wipe my hand
with and then looked at Brittany. Her eyes were burning at the sight of
Rachel naked in the full splendor of her pleasure. She stepped towards me
to straddle Rachel's legs. She reached down to grasp my forearm in both
her hand and pulled my fingers to her mouth.
She started with licks.
She licked around and then between my fingers. She stuck them into
her mouth to suck on them and opened my hand so she could lick my palm. It
took her about five noisy minutes to make sure there was no part of Rachel
on me except for her body across my lap. She took a couple of steps back
when she was finished.
I winked at Taylor which frightened her even more. I turned to
look at Brittany. I patted Rachel's ass and smiled at my most loyal lover.
I had thought they would be lovers by now, but they seemed to be enjoying
the dancing around the edges, fantasizing, and pining for each other. I
had decided when I thought to do this that I wanted to be the one
fantasizing about what the two were doing behind closed doors. I took a
buttcheek in each hand and spread them so that Brittany had an excellent
view of what Rachel had to offer.
"Don't you think Rachel needs some cleanup also?" I asked
Brittany.
Rachel gasped and stuck her ass out to Brittany begging her to
touch her. Brittany took two steps forward and put her hands over mine. I
took mine away and Brittany held Rachel's ass apart. She pulled Rachel to
a better angle so that she could crouch down and put her face near her
ass. She licked the trails of pleasure that had run down Rachel's inner
thighs first.
I leaned back and looked at Taylor. The sight laid out before her
fascinated her. There was a lot by which to be mesmerized. Rachel was
gorgeous and Brittany was just as good looking. Their differences in hair
and coloring made them a study in contrasts as Brittany moved to licking
and nibbling Rachel's asscheeks.
Taylor pulled her eyes away from them to look at me. She realized
she should be fighting and tried to get up. Tawny and Julie had been
focused on the action before them and were not happy with having to look
away. They tightened their grips and each gave Taylor a look that said
they would gleefully hold her over my knee if I even looked like I might
be thinking about it. They both turned to look at me, at the action in my
lap, and then back to me to give me looks that said they would do anything
for me if I gave them Rachel or gave them to Rachel.
I smiled as if to ask 'wouldn't you give me anything anyway?'
Rachel pushed her ass towards Brittany and held her fist to her
mouth to stop herself from screaming as the pleasure a year and half of
wanting and waiting exploded through her body. Brittany held on and
continued to lick to make sure her new lover got every bit of pleasure she
could give.
Brittany started to pull away from Rachel but was stopped by my
hand in her hair. She looked at me but was slow to focus because of the
sexual fog she was in.
"Did I tell you that you were done?" I asked.
She shook her head.
I pushed into Rachel's stomach with my legs and she rolled on to
the floor on her back. She pulled her hair out from underneath her and
fanned it above her. She raised her knees and looked at me waiting for my
display to Taylor to continue.
"Give her one more for being so beautiful," I said to Brittany
letting her hair go.
Brittany got on her knees, an action which was even more enticing,
the vision enhanced by her clinging black dress. She looked even better
crawling between Rachel's legs. She did not stop at Rachel's pussy,
however; instead, she kept crawling up Rachel's body until they could
kiss.
They shared it, the magic of a first kiss between two persons who
have been waiting a lifetime for the right moment. Perhaps it was not the
perfect moment, but I could not conceive of anything that could be better.
Brittany pulled up from the kiss and Rachel touched her face. They kissed
again and everyone in the room knew for certain that the promise in that
embrace would never end.
Rachel pulled away from the kiss to lay her head on the floor. She
brought her knees up with her hands and spread herself for Brittany.
Brittany kissed Rachel's neck and trailed kisses to Rachel's nipples. I
watched as Brittany suckled and teethed the nipples as Rachel moaned at
the pleasure of it. More kisses were trailed down Rachel's tummy as
Brittany moved to where everyone in the room wanted her.
Rachel was a beautiful woman, but when in the full blossom of her
pleasure she was a sight to behold. The women in the room moved to get a
full view of Rachel and as Brittany's ministrations got to her we held our
breaths. Rachel arched her back and her body tensed seconds before her
lips opened to release her fulfillment. She did scream this time; I was
sure everyone in the mansion could hear the power of her full-throated
shriek as pleasure poured into her body from Brittany's mouth.
She collapsed on to the floor and she slithered in sinuous motions
as the pleasure diffused into afterglow. Brittany moved up from the task I
had given her to give Rachel a taste of herself again. Rachel giggled
happily and pulled Brittany on top of her so she could put her hands on
Brittany's ass. I wondered if either woman realized that Rachel's rubbing
Brittany the way she was would stain the dress and leave Brittany smelling
like Rachel's pleasure. I let them have a few minutes more to themselves
before deciding that if I did not separate them now they would not stop.
"Mother," I said, "A chair for Rachel, please."
Brittany and Rachel split apart but both flashed me a look that
promised me a payback for making them stop. Brittany got up and helped
Rachel up. She walked Rachel to the chair that my mother had placed on my
right side. Rachel sat down like a queen who had been led to her throne.
I looked at her; she was staring at Taylor with all the majesty of
a woman who has gotten exactly what she wanted. The look confirmed what I
suspected; Rachel wanted me to take a defining step towards control. She
had reacted the most laidback of anyone in my circle regarding Erica. This
was the first time I saw that she had probably been the one most scared by
my relationship with Erica. I smiled to myself as I looked back at Taylor.
Rachel was offering herself up on my terms as the reward for solidifying
an allegiance made years before. It was not necessary but women have
different ideas of what is necessary. Rachel was sitting with her legs
crossed, her chest and head held proudly. I put my hand on her thigh and
she looked at me with a warm smile.
"Do you understand, Taylor?" I asked keeping my hand stroking
Rachel's thigh but looking at Taylor.
She looked between Rachel and me. She looked at every woman in the
room and saw the confirmation of what was before her eyes. She looked back
at me and shook her head asking me for an explanation to something she
could not believe was possible.
I gentled my look to smile.
"You have been operating under some misconceptions," I told
Taylor. "Roger left his family Smith Holdings which is a significant
estate by itself but think about Rachel and the twins."
I looked at Rachel who looked back.
"Not one of them has the interest in or aptitude for running the
family business. It's not their fault; they are just not wired that way.
The twins could but they would not be happy."
I looked at the Lee twins who were nodding their heads. Their
twins were artists and with the Muses in their lives it had become a part
of their exterior instead of hidden away in a room only they entered.
"Rachel definitely could but," I shrugged. Rachel wanted no more
out of life than to be a wife and a mother since the loss of Rain. The
fact that her husband was dead and her children were gone from her home
did not change that.
My eyes moved back to Taylor.
"So what's a good man to do for his beloved wife and children, if
he knows he's going to leave them too soon?" I asked her.
"Include people in their inheritance, the right people." I
answered my question. Taylor's attention could not have been shaken from
me with a grenade in her lap.
"Your ex-husband Michael was chosen because he was completely
loyal to Roger and when Roger died that loyalty was transferred to Roger's
family." I stroked the inside of Rachel's legs and she uncrossed them to
give me access to anything I wanted. I played my fingers through her
blonde pubic hair.
"Michael is a plodder; a defense first type of guy, a caretaker.
He is the kind of coach who kills the clock and keeps you in the game
until the last seconds. He's very good at seeing tasks through to
completion especially when they are tasks with very specific goals."
I looked around the room and moved my fingers to stroke Rachel's
pussylips. I did not want to excite her, I only wanted to touch her. I
moved my fingers back to her pubes and my eyes back to Taylor.
"Michael's most important task was simple," I said, "Buy time for
Smith Holdings."
I stopped so that Taylor could absorb everything I had said and
some of what happened in the room.
"You see Taylor; I have been the future of Smith Holdings since I
was six years old."
I stopped again so that Taylor could take that in and to let the
disbelief touch her face. Her mouth opened to protest but Rachel's nod
froze the words in her throat.
"Michael's job has been to hold off the opposing wolves until the
final piece of the Smith's inheritance came of age."
Taylor was looking stunned and looked wildly around the rooms. It
was the carriage of the Lee twins that confirmed for her that I was
speaking the truth and revealed that everyone else in the room accepted
it.
"Roger chose me for different reasons than the ones he used in
selecting Michael, but we complement each other very well. Michael is a
very good right hand man and I am..." I stopped; I could not quite think
of the right words.
"A predator," Rachel said with a smile to Taylor that whispered
that she would love feeding 'Taylor tidbits' to me.
"I like that," I said stroking Rachel's pussylips again as a
reward.
"You see Taylor, predators are very territorial and Roger made
sure I would come to see all of the Smith's holdings, properties, estates
and even people as mine," I said to Taylor with some of the anger that I
felt at the damage she had tried to do slipping into my voice.
"Rachel, did you originally agree with Roger?" I asked while
pinning Taylor's eyes to mine.
"No," her voice traveled between Taylor and I, "You were six years
old barely more than a baby, I did not believe that he could possibly know
that you would be the right one. I begged him to find someone older to
leave his company in firm hands and not to speculation."
"When did you change your mind?" I asked.
"In my kitchen, when you were fourteen years old, right before you
left for Puerto Rico for the summer," she said quietly, "It was in your
eyes, I was treating my sons like my parents treated Rain and I. I hated
their closeness because I missed mine. I knew you were different but I
spent that summer talking to Michael, your coach, your teachers, the twins
and on the phone for hours with your mother. I still wasn't convinced
until I kissed you when you came back."
Rachel turned her head to me and I turned to look at her.
"Fourteen years old, kissing your crush and you could still
possess." Rachel turned to bore her eyes into Taylor.
"I called Michael that night and I told him that I finally knew
how Roger discerned what David was. Predators recognize their own kind."
Taylor pulled herself out of Rachel's blue eyes to look back at
me.
"Everyone in Roger's family, even Michael, have bound themselves
to his decision," I said, "Look around you, Taylor, even in this room,
look at who stands here."
I looked around the room and felt Taylor focus on everyone as I
looked at them.
"Seven Smith executives are in this room and they are of my
blood," I said forcefully. "And these are only the women, how many of the
male members of my family were invited to the Smith Executive Formal?"
I looked at Esmeralda.
"Why are only some of my female relatives in this?" I asked her
looking at my relatives in the room. She stood up straight away from the
bookshelf before answering.
"They are family, but we are blood," she answered proudly. Taylor
looked between us confused.
"Explain the difference to Taylor," I said with a smile.
Taylor's mouth opened wide in surprise as Esmeralda's dress
dropped to make another pool of cloth on the floor. She removed everything
underneath her dress even her heels and walked to me wearing only her
jewelry. She stood in front of me and reached down to undo my belt and
trousers. She knelt and took off my shoes. She reached up to pull my pants
and underwear down my body. I pushed myself up from the chair to give her
room. She folded my underwear and pants carefully and unbuttoned the lower
buttons of my shirt.
She turned to look at Taylor and moved so that Taylor could see
the hardness caused by watching Brittany on Rachel. She moved even more
towards my side so that Taylor had a clear view when she grabbed my dick
by its base. She straightened it out so it stood straight up; she squeezed
the underside with her thumb and stroked upwards. I oozed pre-cum which
she licked with her eyes closed. There could be no doubt she savored every
drop and wanted more as she licked the head of my dick. She drew it into
her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she tried to suck more of the orgasm
appetizer out of me. I put my head back and looked at the ceiling enjoying
Esmeralda's touch.
She was a couple of inches taller than my mother and was slimmer,
not as many curves, but with an elegance that matched my mother's
earthiness. Esmeralda was married to another Smith executive but he did
not question his wife's closeness to her family. She had gotten him the
job and had several wonderful habits, which he realized his life would be
empty without. Things like fucking him whenever and wherever he wanted,
bringing strange and beautiful women, some her own relatives to fuck him
senseless, and there was also her absolutely perfect reading of what her
man needed.
She had been waiting, knowing from my first words what I would
need from her. Her complete surrender, the look on her face and her body's
language that told everyone that having this part of me inside her was the
entire fulfillment of her life. Taylor looked at the women in my family.
It was in their eyes and their bodies; if I gave even the slightest
gesture they would join or replace Esmeralda at my feet.
Esmeralda could feel my need for release and only played with me
for a couple of minutes. She took my balls in her left hand and began to
massage them. She took my cock in her right hand and stroked it to aid her
mouth in accomplishing its goal. She took me in as deep into her mouth as
she could in that angle to get the right measure. She fucked me with her
mouth after that slowly with long, loving strokes that had plenty of
tongue and sucking to add to my pleasure.
It was not long until I pushed up into her. She took me as deep
into her as she could manage and used her right hand to get me over the
top. She took my first shot of cum as her due and swallowed it but she
pulled up to take the second to hold in her mouth. She applied pressure at
the base of my dick and stroked upwards to draw all of me into her.
She stood up and looked at her sisters and cousin. They formed a
line in front of her with my mother at the end. They each stepped up to
Esmeralda and stuck their tongue into her mouth to draw some of me into
them.
It was a clear statement between the female wolves of our family
and the strongest male in the pack.
The seed of my body made them mine, and with the same seed I made
myself theirs. I had not been with any of my other relatives except Iris,
Karen, Esmeralda and my mother so it was necessary declaration on all our
parts.
My mother was the last and she drew Esmeralda into a hug to make
sure no part of me remained in Esmeralda except what she had swallowed.
Esmeralda took the kiss and when my mother let her go, touched her
sister's face and kissed her again gently. Esmelda moved to lean in her
original position by the pool her clothing had made. My mother took care
of putting my clothes back on me.
Such a statement was unnecessary among the males, they had
recognized the potential much earlier. They had armed me with their
lessons and quiet approval through my early life. Ovaldo, the youngest and
worst of them, choosing to stand to my left was their statement.
Taylor was stunned as her mind tried to absorb what we were
telling her. Her world was being shaken and I gave her the time to change
the foundation of her existence. Finally, she focused on me again.
"Your malice, Rachel and Michael's desire not to hurt you, and
your involvement with the three idiots have forced me to take a step that
I have no desire to at this time," I said letting more of my anger into my
eyes. I was pretty sure that Rachel had given Taylor enough rope to drag
me in but that did not take away any of Taylor's responsibility.
"I am not ready for this, Taylor," I said quietly.
Her eyes brightened as she took my words the wrong way from what I
had meant. I gave her a smile and her eyes dimmed while she set herself
for the shock.
"I am not mature enough to take anything but absolute action. I do
not have the experience to consider repercussions so the consequences will
be much more severe than they have to be. If the results of my action
become a problem, I will have no choice but to sweep Smith Holdings
clean."
I leaned back in my chair.
"Esmeralda, will anyone in my family question my decisions."
"Absolutely not," she replied in a voice that said no one had
better consider trying to make that statement a lie.
"I have complete control of my blood and with them my family," I
said to Taylor. "It is why I chose them for the positions they hold."
Taylor's forehead wrinkled in confusion.
"Yes, Taylor," I explained with a sigh. "The decision to bring my
family into the Smith fold was mine. It was phased in rather nicely as a
good idea but neither Rachel nor Michael ever gave it even a second's
thought. Each family member that I have chosen since Ovaldo and Esmeralda
has been..."
"Unequivocally accepted," Rachel finished for me again.
I looked at her. The whole thing where the twin finishes your
sentences was disturbing to me, especially since I was not a twin. I
shrugged.
"Unequivocally accepted," I repeated. "They have given Rachel and
Michael a lot of control over the companies in Smith Holdings but nowhere
near as much as I now have."
"Stephanie. Joanne," I said. "Will the twins question my
involvement or decisions in Smith Holdings?"
They moved to stand behind Rachel's chair, one on each side.
"You are that aspect of our lives," they said in unison. I looked
at them and wondered if maybe twins practiced the unison thing when they
were alone.
"Rachel?" I asked.
"Hmmph," she breathed it out with contempt at the thought I even
had to ask. She opened her legs and moved my hand so she could fuck
herself with two of my fingers. She was still moist from Brittany and
seeing her husband's plan come to fruition. She stuck my fingers as deep
inside as she could and wriggled her hips to make sure I was coated in her
again. She pulled me out her and sucked my fingers into her mouth while
looking at Taylor to give her the answer to how much she would question
me.
"Michael won't allow this," Taylor said but I thought she was
trying to convince herself rather than me.
"Where is Michael, Taylor?" I asked her. "Why isn't he breaking
down that door to rescue you?"
"You've probably got your slut of a sister keeping him busy," she
lashed out at me with.
Every other woman's head whipped to look at me. I did not see red
but the entire room bled color as her words hit me. I felt Rachel put a
hand on my shoulder and my mother put her hand on my left shoulder. I
intertwined my fingers tightly in my lap and looked at Taylor. She knew
she had made mistakes and had just now allowed her mouth to make it worse.
"Do you know what I think the sad part of all of this is, Taylor?"
I said in a voice that made everyone in the room flinch. Taylor's eyes had
fear in them now.
"You love Michael."
She shook her head in denial but her eyes told the truth.
"He could have been yours, as Rachel says, unequivocally if you
had understood one thing," I said with a certain vengeance. "Roger was his
father, not in fact but in deed. Roger got him out of the hellhole you've
never asked Michael about. You wanted Michael to choose between the Smiths
and you. You could not accept that Sean and Patrick are his baby brothers.
You were asking him to choose between the family that chose him or you."
I savored the look of pain on her face.
"All he wanted from you was not to question how he answered his
obligations to Roger. He would have loved you as much as you love him if
you had allowed his loyalty to the Smiths an equal place in his life to
his loyalty to you. It was not a lot to ask of you, to become one of us."
It was the same pain that had been in Rachel's eyes when I told
her how to treat the twins. They both knew what they were doing but could
not stop until someone slapped them into facing it.
Taylor's eyes had a small amount of hope that she had found a way
out.
"No, Taylor," I said squashing it beneath the juggernaut she had
helped make. "You've acted against the Smiths. You need to be brought to
heel, he's not knocking down that door so obviously he's left dealing with
you to me."
Her eyes held the defeat I needed to see to let her go. She fought
not to show it to me but she folded under the pressure of everyone's
smiles as they realized I had won, exactly as Roger and Rachel had known I
would when faced by a challenge.
"Here's the deal I'll make with you Taylor," I said. "Marisa
thinks it's enough if you 'exile' yourself out of the state. That's her
offer; we'll buy you a share of a nice little decorating business with an
established clientele far away from our lives. You cease to be a part of
the Smith landscape."
I let her take that in and was happy to see her fighting instinct
rise up against me. It would make what I had in mind as punishment for
what she called my sister more fun for everyone involved.
"My second offer is that I make you a wedding present to my slut
of a baby sister," I said and every woman in room gave her the mouthful of
feathers smile.
"I know you're thinking, 'what's in it for me with that choice?'"
I said not able to contain the smile. "You get to have a part of the man
you love. It's not all of him, but the part, you know, the part that looks
at you as something his wife treasures will be yours completely. He'll
take care of you as if you were his very own."
The tears began to flow freely from her eyes.
I got up from my seat and straightened my pants. I looked at Julie
and Tawny nodding. They took their legs off of Taylor and put a hand each
under her legs. They pulled the legs up spreading Taylor. The dress she
was wearing was short and it moved up her body to expose her black silk
panties. I stepped between her legs and her eyes were even more defeated
as I tore them from her body. I held them to my nose to smell her. I
dropped them on the floor between her legs.
"I know it's a tough decision for you. They're both great offers
so let me help you by arguing for what I want to give you."
I stroked her pussylips with my fingers. She had not been
unaffected by the sexual action in the room, I knew she would be wet since
she was a passionate woman.
She hated big and she loved big.
"Mother, if you will please," I said and moved aside create space
for her.
My mother knelt between Taylor's legs and moved to touch Taylor's
pussy with her lips and tongue.
"Remember, Taylor," I said looking down as Taylor closed her eyes.
All she had witnessed had been too much and she needed release more than I
had needed the one Esmeralda gave. "If you scream, everyone will hear
you."
I looked around the room to each of my blood so they understood I
was speaking to them.
"Make her want to be Marisa's," I instructed.
They moved to surround the people on the couch. Julie and Tawny
were relieved of their duties. They stood up and looked at the women that
were surrounding Taylor as if they did not know if they would rather be
Taylor or the women.
I looked at Rachel and nodded to her clothing. The Lee twins moved
to help her dress. I waited for all of the non-blood to straighten
themselves up and then pointed to the door.
Julie and Tawny went out first but kept the doors wide open.
Anyone standing at the right angle would have seen something interesting
was happening on the love seat. A naked Esmeralda had replaced my mother
between Taylor's legs and the other women were kissing my mother to get a
taste of the meal I had provided.
Brittany exited next.
The Lee twins left the room behind Brittany. A couple of people
had moved to see into the room and I saw eyes widen disbelievingly as they
caught sight of Esmeralda's beautiful naked ass undulating sensuously.
Rachel walked up to the threshold of room and waited for me. I
walked over to her and she took the arm I offered. Ovaldo and another
uncle looked at me. I nodded to the door and to their post. They closed
the door behind me and returned to looking at the room like they were
hoping someone would be stupid enough to try something.
I walked to where Marisa was doing a slow dance in Michael's arms.
Everyone who had come to the formal that was not in the library were in
the room. They were packing the staircases and the floor around Marisa and
Michael. My family was crowded into the farthest corner waiting for me to
give them instructions. The three were halfway up the staircase at the
small platform that was formed when the staircase split to lead the way to
the different wings of the upper floor.
I pulled a small index card from my pocket and handed it to
Michael.
"I want these people gone within the hour," I said loud enough for
everyone near us to hear. Michael read the list and passed it to Rachel.
He looked at her, not for confirmation but for the support a brother needs
from his big sister when he needs to do something tough.
Rachel passed the list to Marisa, who passed it to the Lee twins.
The Lee twins looked at me and I nodded towards the Smith twins. They
nodded back, handed the note back to Michael and moved to share everything
that had happened with their lovers.
"We will be sued, David," Michael said carefully.
I nodded and turned towards Marisa.
"Tell everyone in the family. I want those people's offices and
machines tossed. Go over everything about them even if you have to hire
investigators. Contact the lawyers, get a hold of Judge Peterson and the
Federal Prosecutor."
"Federal Prosecutor?" Michael said confused before Marisa had an
opportunity to walk away.
"Some of the companies' technical secrets have shown up in strange
places, right?" I asked him.
Michael looked at Rachel who shrugged her shoulders.
"Does anyone have a complete list of what information was stolen?"
I asked them. They shook their head but Michael smiled.
"I'm pretty sure we can pin most of the corporate espionage on the
three yutzes, and considering some of the government contracts we have to
be sure that our country's security has not been compromised." I said with
a small smile on my face.
"Ouch!" Michael said before he and Rachel broke out into laughter.
They turned to look at the triumvirate and there was almost pity
in their eyes. Marisa looked between the three of us before shrugging and
moving to the corner where my family waited. I turned to Rachel and looked
at the library.
"I want you to take Julie and Tawny back in there, and squeeze
Taylor for everything she has to tell us. She did not want to be in charge
but she's good enough to have figured out more than the three idiots told
her. Send my mother out to help Michael with his part of cleaning up this
fiasco."
Rachel nodded and turned around. Julie and Tawny turned as she
passed them and followed in her wake. I could have left them in the
library but everyone in the room had to see Rachel take orders from me
without questions. Brittany came up behind me and smiled in support to
Michael.
"What am I going to do?" she asked me curiously. I pulled the
index card I had been writing names on during the party out of my other
pocket. "Tell the twins, I'm undecided about the people on this list. I
want them to form an opinion and we'll discuss it after our investigations
of the people that are getting fired are finished," I said to her.
Brittany smiled a nasty little smile and shook her head at me. Michael
snickered.
Everyone's eyes followed Brittany and the index card as she walked
to where the four twins were standing. She walked right by the three
idiots and smiled at them. The twins surrounded her and the Lee twins
pulled the note out of Brittany's hand. They looked at the card and said a
couple of words to the Smith twins. Sean and Patrick looked around the
room until they located what they wanted. They nodded their head towards a
woman in a red dress. The Lee twins eyes rotated like cannon turrets
towards the woman.
The entire room realized I had not been talking about the Smith
twins when Sean and Patrick went back to trying to outdo the other's lazy
playboy imitation until the Lee twins said another name. The Smiths
searched the room and pointed someone else out to them.
I nodded at Michael and moved to the bar the caterer had set up in
one corner.
"What can I get you, sir?" the bartender said very respectfully as
we became the focus of everyone's attention.
"Seltzer water."
He served me and I turned to watch the mass exodus of my family,
except for the uncles that guarded the door. The room occupants watched
with me and I took note of the ones that counted. A couple of minutes
later, my mother stepped out of the library and looked around to locate
Michael. Ovaldo followed her as she walked to Michael, who handed her my
list. She read it and nodded her head. She whispered in his ear and he
nodded at her. They walked together to the stairs and stopped when they
got to the same level as the three. They had a couple of words that were
obviously confrontational.
"We can do this out here." My mother's voice cut through the room.
I turned my head to look at the two wives; out of the corner of my eye I
noticed Marisa was watching them also. I looked back to the stairs
wondering what my sister found interesting about the two women. The Lee
and Smith twins passed the group on the stairs landing moving towards
separate victims so that Joanne and Stephanie could get closer looks at
the maybe pile. All four hesitated as the Smith twins turned to look at
the men who had tried to damage their father's legacy. The three decided
it was best to follow Michael towards the upstairs study. Ovaldo stalked
behind them.
Brittany came over to join me and leaned over my shoulder to place
a kiss on my cheek. I turned to look at her. She scrunched her nose at me
before speaking.
"Wanna blow this popsicle stand?" she asked me in a humorous
voice. I shook my head.
"Why not baby? Your work here is done." She waved an arm around
the room to point out that everyone was now tracking the twins' movement.
Every now and then their eyes would dart nervously to me, in a way that
said they knew I was the more dangerous threat but I was not the active
one right now.
I shrugged which seemed to annoy her but not as much as the smile
I gave her. She took my hand and dragged me outside for some privacy. The
room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
I could not blame them.
"What do you mean with that smile?" she asked. I looked at her and
smiled again.
"A few people played their roles perfectly tonight even without my
telling them anything about what was going on," I said. I turned away to
look at the moon and clasped my hand behind my back. "I was thinking of
handing out some very generous rewards."
"To whom?" she asked quietly.
"Rachel, for one," I said just as quietly and smiled again. I
could see it out of the corner of my eyes and wondered if a woman's
breasts expanded during arousal because Brittany's dress seemed a little
tighter.
"What?" her voice was heavy with arousal.
"You," I said and smiled at the moon again. Her breathing changed
and it was almost two minutes before she could speak again. She opened her
mouth but I interrupted her.
"You and Rachel have been dancing around the issue for awhile. I
would like to go to bed tonight fantasying about the two of you being
together and know that it is actually happening." It took her breath away
again and she leaned her forehead against my shoulder for the longest
time.
Rachel found us in that position a while later. She stood at my
other shoulder and looked at Brittany with concern.
"Are you okay, Brittany?" she asked. Brittany lifted her head
proudly and looked at Rachel. There were still fresh tears on her face but
there was no sadness in her eyes as she nodded to Rachel.
"What did you find out?" I asked Rachel before she could continue
with Brittany.
"You were right," she said with an evil smile. "Taylor was too
smart to not know she was being used. She gave us just about everything we
need to avoid a lawsuit. Those three will not want any part of their
machinations made public."
"Can we get hard evidence?" I asked.
She nodded and continued, "Taylor has some but told us where to
get more."
"Get a hold of Marisa and tell her what you know. She'll put you
in contact with the right members of my family. They will talk to any
outsiders that need the information."
She nodded again and walked inside. She was back fifteen minutes
later and there was a bounce to her step I had not seen since Roger's
death.
"Everything is taken care of, sir," she said with a smart little
salute.
I considered telling her that I knew she had allowed what had
happened to occur to reel me closer to her side. I looked at her and those
blue eyes held expectation. I looked up at the moon again. Rachel had not
underestimated me since Puerto Rico so I had to smile and admit she
probably knew I would figure out her gambit. There was another person
behind her strategy whose shape I had only begun to understand after our
July and August. I shook my head; Erica had done damage and I had not let
go of my fury yet. Rachel had to know it was the wrong time for everything
but she was not willing to take the chance of losing me again. Brittany
was not a reward; she was a sacrifice. I needed to avoid Rachel's next
step and the only way to do that was to quit the field while giving her
something that was mine so she would disengage.
I turned to look at Brittany. She was looking at Rachel but turned
when she felt my eyes.
"You are mine," I said to her. It was a question, a declaration
and a command. She nodded her head in acceptance of what I had made her,
what she had willing made herself. I took her hand and guided her to stand
in front of Rachel. I looked into Rachel's blue eyes; she nodded in
acceptance of what I was doing.
"She's yours too, Rachel," I said quietly before turning around to
walk away. I took two steps and looked up at the moon one last time.
"We'll be sharing her," I told them. "But someday, I'll want your
part of her back; you'll be equals then for however long she stays."
I walked into the house leaving them alone with the stars and
moon.
One of the other executives was happy to inform me that my mother,
Michael, and Ovaldo were still ensconced in the upstairs lobby without my
asking. I nodded and moved back to the bar. The bartender did not ask but
put a seltzer water in front of me, I seemed to be leaving my glasses all
over the place. Julie and Tawny came to either of my sides and competed to
see who could be the most distracting.
The three stormed down the stairs and started walking towards me.
I turned around at the sound of their steps and looked at them.
"This won't be the end of this, you little fuck," the oldest said
angrily.
"Actually, you better hope this is the end of it," I replied.
"We're going to sue this company for everything," the one to his
right said. The entire room was deathly silent.
"I hope you do," I said with a smile. "Then I won't have to stop
at destroying your careers."
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the two wives flinch hard; they
moved closer to hear their fates.
"You don't have anything," the oldest said. "It doesn't matter if
you're fucking Rachel, the ice queen. You still have nothing."
"Actually, he has a lot," a weak voice said from behind them. They
turned around to see Taylor leaning on unsteady legs at the far end of the
bar. A dressed Esmeralda was helping to hold her up by her elbow. Taylor
looked liked we had tortured her which in a way I guess we had.
"You were nothing to us, whore," the youngest said harshly to her.
"We didn't tell you anything."
"Yeah, I'm nothing," Taylor said weakly. "But there's being
nothing and then there's being under David's thumb. At least HE does not
underestimate me."
"You didn't know anything," the older said but his voice was
unsure.
"She knew quite a lot," Rachel said from behind me. They turned to
watch her walking into the mansion holding hands with Brittany. The
fantasies of the differences and similarities the two would exhibit in bed
clamored for my attention since the three were hours away from not
mattering.
"She even knows where to get more of what we want so she can get
out of this somewhat unscathed," Rachel continued and the last was said
with her own cruel smile to Taylor, "It's a critical survival skill and
Taylor seems to have it in spades."
The three turned to look at Taylor again. Taylor convinced them of
her knowledge by reciting the numbers of the joint accounts their payoffs
and kickbacks were being held until the final fruition of their plans. The
three blanched and turned to stare at me. They did not notice that
Michael, the twins and all my male relatives moved to surround them.
The wives took a couple of steps back as did everyone who had
known and just watched it happen.
"Walk away and I'll stop when Smith Holdings recovers from your
actions," I said to them. "Fight me and I won't stop until you each put a
bullet in your own fucking heads."
They took a step back only to bump into the men standing behind
them. They turned to look at my family arrayed behind them but turned
around quickly remembering the danger was to their front.
"Regardless of what you might have been hoping for," I said, "I am
Smith Holdings now."
They looked around the room angry but everyone in the room that
was not a part of the pack believed it now, even if they had not until I
uttered the words. They looked to Rachel but I knew her eyes were on me
and the smile would be one of pride. It convinced them that I spoke the
truth, as everyone that mattered understood it.
"Escort them out," I told Michael. An uncle grabbed an arm of each
of the three and turned their heads to look at Michael who led the way to
their cars. Esmeralda and Marisa walked the wives out behind their
husbands; they were talking and the wives were listening intently.
I turned back to my seltzer and thought about what might have gone
better had I been older.
No one disturbed me for the rest of the party.
I rode to my house with an excited Julie and Tawny who could not
stop talking about what they had witnessed. Their excited chatter was a
welcome distraction even if I was not a part of it. They parked the car
and they each took one of my hands to walk me home. They were still
chattering loudly so I shushed them. Michael and Marisa left soon after
Ovaldo phoned back to say the three men's access to Smith buildings and
property had been revoked. The evidence available from their offices and
computers was in our possession. We could not confirm that they had stolen
any information the government had a special interest in but at least one
of the companies involved would force the Feds to get involved. Without
direct evidence, the Feds would have to come down gently on them; frozen
assets, in depth interviews of everyone the three knew, IRS audits, and
men in blue suits following them until it could be proven they had not
dipped their fingers into treason.
There were others offensives stalking them. That night two very
unhappy bankers would be awakened and served papers signed by a judge very
partial to the Smith family, Michael was not the only one that Roger had
saved. They were enjoined from allowing the three men access to their
private and business bank and accounts in light of pending charges of
embezzlement. The three men would be served with injunctions placing a
lien on all real property including investments, bonds and real estate
forbidding them to liquidate any assets. The triumvirate failed to factor
into their schemes that their money, power, and influence came from Smith
Holdings. They thought they were dealing with Michael and Rachel. The Feds
on one side and the full influence of Smith Holdings on the other
effectively emasculated them for the moment.
They were now pariahs.
None of their business associates or contacts would provide them
assistance for fear of being caught in the firestorm. If my involving the
Feds surprised Michael and Rachel, everyone else would be floored by it.
The three men might have been able to marshal the support of the ones who
had lost their jobs tonight but the federal interest would impede any
succor that might be found in those camps. If even one of the principals
were to flee the scene, the Feds would go into a feeding frenzy.
There was a limit to what I was willing to do. The reputation of
Smith Holdings would take a beating and I had to consider the potential
damage when we sifted through the rubble. I could not protect the
enterprise and openly pursue a vendetta.
I knew that Marisa and Michael were in her bedroom, and did not
want to disturb them. I used the front door in case Karen had waited up
for me but she was not in the living room. We moved silently through the
house down to my room and found a naked Karen in my bed. The girls'
surprised sounds warned Karen of our presence. She turned her head and
flowed up to her knees. The year had done wonders for her physical
development and while she would never have my mother's curves she was very
close to what Michelle had been at her age. She smiled at me as her
nipples hardened in my presence. She did not care about Julie and Tawny
because it had been a long time since we had been together. It would be a
little longer.
"Ladies," I said looking at each girl at my sides in turn, "Your
clothing."
They raced to be the first one naked and kneeled on my bed across
from Karen when I pushed on their lower backs. Julie and Tawny looked at
Karen like they could not wait to have their tongues all over her
sixteen-year-old body. Karen was looking at them the same way.
I stood at the edge of my bed between Julie and Tawny. I snaked my
hand around their shoulders and necks to grab their chins. I turned their
heads up so they were looking at me. They had to lean into me to be
comfortable.
"Ladies," I said, "Karen was very nice to me by babysitting a lot
of children so all of my family could be at the formal. Now, she had
assistance but it was still her responsibility."
They nodded their heads. I looked at Karen and let go of the
girls' chins.
"Karen," I said, "The ladies here were very helpful to me tonight.
I'm sure they will tell you all the details, as a matter of fact I
insist."
Karen nodded at me.
"I think you are all deserving of a reward," I said and shook my
head when that perked the ears of all the girls.
"Karen, after Julie and Tawny finish telling you everything they
are yours for two hours."
All the girls looked at each other and then nodded at me.
"After that ladies, Karen is yours for two hours."
The smiles that broke on all the girl's faces were beautiful in
their sensuality.
"Now, it's your jobs to make sure everyone here feels that I gave
them a fantastic reward. If I think you failed, tomorrow I'll leave you
out when as a personal thanks, you will all be mine to do with as I want."
The smiles were wider as I turned around.
"David!" Karen said in a pleading voice. I turned and put a finger
to my lips in the silence gesture.
"I have other people to say thank you to," I said, "But be good
and tomorrow, you'll get what you need."
I left them with that and went to my mother's room. I was lying
naked on her bed when she and Esmeralda stumbled into the room. They
looked a little tipsy but seeing me on the bed had a sobering effect. They
both broke out into big smiles and looked at each other. My mother took my
presence as permission and put both of her hands on Esmeralda's breasts.
She squeezed gently and stepped in to kiss Esmeralda's neck.
Esmeralda was taller so she could reach over my mother's shoulder
and unzip her dress halfway down her back. Not to be outdone, my mother
reached under Esmeralda's arms and pulled the zipper of her dress right
down to the top of her ass. My mother's arms played along her sister's
back until she got to her shoulder blades. She moved outward and helped
Esmeralda in getting her arms out of the dress. It seemed enough for my
mother who went back to playing with Esmeralda's breasts. I could
understand the fascination, Esmeralda had pert C-cups with the cutest
nickel sized aureola. Esmeralda wiggled her hips and for the second time
that night her dress pooled at her feet. She had not put her underwear
back on so she was standing before my mother with just heels and jewelry
on. She leaned back so that my mother's mouth could have full access to
her breasts. She moaned as my mother used her teeth on sensitive nipples.
My mother had been good when I needed her tonight, but Esmeralda
had been shameless in her support. It earned her the right to be the
family focus for the rest of the night. I moved to stand behind her and my
dick touched the small of her back. She pushed back on me and I put my
arms around to cup her breasts. I covered them to stop what my mother was
doing. She pouted at me until I nodded towards her dress. Clothing flew
around the room until she was in the same state of undress as Esmeralda. I
pulled Esmeralda over to the bed and lay down on my back with her on top
of me. I grabbed her legs and pulled her open. She groaned as my mother
stroked her pussylips with two fingers while grasping me tightly. My hips
were on the edge of the bed so my mother could kneel between my legs. I
felt her take the head of my dick in her mouth and moisten it with her
saliva. She changed her mind on the appropriate lubrication and pushed my
dick aside so she could lick Esmeralda. At least that is what I assumed
happened when I had to tighten my grip on Esmeralda because her squirming
increased. I went with my mother's plan and played with Esmeralda's
nipples. It increased her wriggling. I felt the moisture from my mother's
mouth and Esmeralda's pussy drip down into my pubic hair. My mother spread
what fell on me to my dick until I was liberally coated. Esmeralda arched
her back and gulped down a scream as her first orgasm came to her. Her
upper body convulsed a couple of times and tried to move up my body to
escape my mother's mouth. I was having none of it and held her in place
with my grip on her breasts. My mother kept at it until Esmeralda was
pleading with her to stop. My mother took me in her hand and rocked
Esmeralda back to me. She let go of Esmeralda's leg letting her rock into
position which put me a couple of inches inside her. Esmeralda would not
be denied this time and pulled away from me so she could sit up. She put
her feet on the ground, stood up to fix the angle and sat down on my dick.
When I moved into her body it felt like she had been wetting herself all
night for me. She rocked her hips and took me even deeper. Her breathing
became short pants as she rotated her lower body to rub herself deep
inside with the head of my dick. My mother grabbed Esmeralda's face in her
hands and kissed her hard. She used the distraction to make Esmeralda lie
back on top of me. I could only move a couple of inches so I thought it
would be a long time before we came. My mother had other ideas and knelt
between my legs again. She used her mouth for the next five minutes
alternating between Esmeralda and me. How much I could not move made no
difference with my mother licking my balls and then attacking Esmeralda's
clit. Esmeralda could not hold back the choking screams of pleasure as I
poured my reward into her body.
I woke up after a few hours of sleep when my mother got up to use
the bathroom. I untangled myself from Esmeralda's arms and went to my room
to check on the girl's. I found a note on my bed that indicated that they
had gone shopping for appropriate slave girl outfits. I had to smile at
that, wondering which one of them came up with that idea. It was later
than I usually got up so I did not bother to lie down. I went into the
kitchen to get some breakfast after cleaning up only to find my mother
preparing for a large breakfast. She told me Esmeralda had sneaked out to
meet her husband for brunch. I nodded and thought about the husband, I
shrugged I guess their relationship worked for him. He could after all
make believe nothing was going on other than Esmeralda was really close to
her family. I knew he was not going to forfeit his benefits by asking
probing questions that would cause a confrontation, which he would
inevitably lose.
I was sitting at the breakfast table waiting for food when Marisa
walked in with her "Marry Michael" book. She put it down on the table,
smiled at me, and sat in my lap. She put her arms around my neck and
hugged me hard. She moved her face so we were looking at each other's
eyes. She kissed me on the mouth. It was innocent but too long to
completely be considered a brother and sister kiss. She cut it off and put
her head on my shoulder snuggling into my neck.
"You happy, baby girl?" I whispered the question to her. She
nodded into my neck; mostly it was nuzzling me more than answering the
question.
"I'm the happiest I've ever been," she whispered back.
"This is how happy I want you to be always," I said into her ear.
She pulled away and looked at me.
"I can't always be this happy, David," she said reasonably. I
shrugged my shoulders.
"You got Michael right? What else do you need to stay this happy?"
I asked her.
"I need my David, my Mami, Rachel, both twins." She looked around
the room before moving to my ear, "The Lees are cooler but tell don't Sean
and Patrick that. Okay?"
She put her forehead on my cheek and I stroked her thigh.
"Do you think any of us are going anywhere?" I asked. She shook
her head against my cheek.
"So why wouldn't you be this happy from now on," I whispered. She
pulled her head away from me and grabbed both my cheeks. She kissed me
with a loud smacking kiss. Michael walked in just in time to put a stop to
the first engagement of a tickle fight, most of which Marisa had lost but
she kept trying. She heard him behind her and spun in my lap. She leapt
into his arms and pulled his head down for a kiss. Michael looked like he
was going to fight it until her lips touched him and then he was the one
that deepened it.
My mother's discreet cough pulled them apart with embarrassed
blushes. They sat down and Marisa opened her book. She started asking us
what we thought about the colors she had chosen for her wedding. She
rotated every three months through seven color schemes. We were in a white
and rose pink cycle. My mother and Esmeralda had once mapped out a
ten-year schedule to see what the colors would be according to the date it
happened. I was pretty sure their calendar was going to be dead on since
Marisa had never changed her color rotation schedule. It appeared that
Michael was going to ask her to put the book away until she pushed her
hair behind one ear and peeked at him out of corner of her eye. She was so
happy that he had to play along. He waited until he thought none of us
were paying attention before he slid his chair closer to her. We had a
paper delivered so Michael picked it up to read it.
"What's going to happen to that bitch, Taylor?" Marisa asked after
her first mouthful of food.
"Marisa" Michael said suddenly in a tone of voice no one at the
table had ever heard him use. Marisa blushed a deep red in shame, put her
hand on top of his, and looked down so as not to meet his eyes. She
whispered a heartfelt apology.
My mother looked at me with surprised eyes. I shrugged; Marisa
sometimes needed a firmer hand than my mother and I were ever willing to
use. Michael loved Marisa where he did not love Taylor and he was going to
make sure she got what she needed.
"I've given Taylor a couple of choices," I said, "We'll have to
see what her decision is."
My mother snorted expressing what she wanted Taylor's choice to
be. When I silenced her with a look, she seemed as contrite as Marisa was.
I was going to make it very tough for Taylor to pick anything other than
wearing nothing but a blindfold and handcuffs on Michael and Marisa's bed
while she waited for them after their honeymoon.
"I think we can use her," Marisa said looking at me. I had to
smile at the innocence she was trying to broadcast to all of us.
"How?" I asked.
"Two of the morons have wives," she said raising an eyebrow.
My mother laughed suddenly and sat down to listen to Marisa.
"You have Taylor firmly in hand, right?" she asked quietly. I made
a small affirmative gesture with my head.
"It's a good match for all of you," she explained cryptically.
Michael laughed this time. I looked at all three of them with the
question obviously waiting on my face.
"Come on David, think." Marisa said impatiently. "Their husbands
were willing to discard them if Rachel had picked either of them, Taylor
probably wasn't their only affair, and now their darling husbands are
going to have to hustle for economic, and social survival. Those two are
prime candidates for some divorce court vengeance."
I nodded.
"If you offer them financial/legal support and provide them with
evidence of their husbands' adultery, you will create a third front
against those idiots. We don't need the money they made fromselling
confidential information but we can make sure those idiots don't get to
touch it and make sure it provides monies for their undoing."
I sat back and looked at the ceiling with a smile on my face.
"You could even get some personal benefit from this," she said
brightly.
We looked at her and set ourselves for whatever was coming.
"You have important information they need, also you now have the
woman their husbands had an affair with. Taylor would be a superb witness
for the wives. I bet Taylor would enjoy that considering they abandoned
her and left her to her own devices. We're talking millions of dollars,
David, and the woman they hold responsible for all of it gift wrapped."
She looked at me.
"Personally, I'd insist they be my pets until their divorces were
finalized and for a healthy amount of time afterwards. Of course, pets get
toys and sometimes pets hurt their toys but that's the way bitches are."
Her eyes were cold when she finished. She went back to looking at
her book and in seconds she was back to being my baby sister.
I looked at Michael.
"She's right, we're not going to get to the money without opening
ourselves to a lot of bad financial press. Engaging the Feds was one way
to buy silence and time. Arming the wives would be another distraction for
the men, not to mention the fact that the two women might have some more
names and information for us."
I looked over at my mother.
"When we're talking about millions of dollars, a woman has the
luxury of believing she's not whoring herself out," she said looking at
her daughter with some curiosity, "They'll probably insist on fucking you
in the restaurant bathroom to seal the deal. "
The rest of breakfast went quietly, or as quietly as it could with
Marisa getting second opinions regarding the details of her future
wedding.
I went to my room to make it easier for Michael and Marisa to go
back to bed without any shame. Not that Marisa was going to feel anything
other than lust or love, but Michael had to get over the feeling he was
taking advantage of Marisa. I figured it was actually the other way around
since Marisa had been hunting him for the last ten years.
I lay down in my bed and looked at my ceiling. I did not know when
the girls would be back but I was pretty sure I had hours to wait.
For the first time since the night and morning that had broken
Erica and I up, I thought about my freshman year at college and Erica.
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After introducing the Lee and Smith twins, the Lees and I spent the rest of our first summer at college isolated from everyone in the dorm. The preceptors and students had decided the cold shoulder would make us toe the line. The twins were in my third session class so we spent most of our time together and the isolation gave us an excuse to ignore everyone else. The males eventually became confrontational with me because the Lee twins were good looking and as far as anyone knew I was having sex with both of them. Either I slept in their room or they slept in mine, which led to the misunderstanding,
not that the Lees or I ever tried to correct it.
Sleeping together in the dorm beds was uncomfortable until the
second week when the girls put their bed together and added a mattress
purchase from the Salvation Army. From that point, we used my room as a
living room/study area and their room as our bedroom. The preceptor who
hated my guts made a few more lame attempts to 'rescue' the Lee twins; he
even went so far as to recruit a female preceptor to straighten them out.
The Lee twins had a few harsh words with the woman and got on the phone to
the Smith twins immediately afterwards.
The true elite of the college invaded the dorm that weekend. The
invading hordes took the form of the Smith twins, Brittany and all the
members of her sorority that were staying in their house that summer. More
than a few jaws hit the ground when ten people showed up at the entrance
to the dorm Friday night and asked for us. The Lee twins had not told me
their plan so I was as surprised as everyone else. The Lee twins tackled
the Smith twins and soon they were rolling around the floor with no one
being able to tell who was who except for me. I was not in a situation to
clarify the situation for anyone since I was being pinned to the nearest
wall by Brittany. She made a statement to every girl in the dorm that they
could not compete with what she was willing to do for me.
Finally, the sorority sisters had to get involved to separate the
couples and introductions were made. Most Exclusive seemed by default to
mean Best Looking because every sister that visited us was hot. The Lee
twins and I got everyone signed in and we took over the main lounge. There
was a lot more action there that night because a lot of the guys and girls
made it point to stop by to show disapproval especially the preceptors.
Nobody pressed the issue though since they knew they would not be able to
match any of the sisters for snobbish, bitchy snubs if claws were drawn.
The guys definitely did not want to push it because the twins and I were
outnumbered twelve to three. I guess they thought it was within the realm
of possibility that we would ask them to help us even the odds some.
The sisters dragged us out of that place to a local bar that was
not very picky about IDs considering the slowness of the summer season.
The twins and I were not drinkers in view of our regimen so we nursed the
same beers all night. The sisters all got pretty hammered and spent hours
flirting outrageously with the Smith twins and me. By the time, we
stumbled back to the sorority house it seemed to be decided that the Lee
twins would join the sorority in their first semester. It was against the
school's rules but the Most Exclusive did not let that interfere with
their claiming of worthwhile candidates. Each sister made an ostentatious
show of affection involving the Smith twins and I at their door that
included some purloined kisses and covert ass grabs. We were all invited
to their annual 'In the Dark", they held the Saturday before classes
started. The Smith twins and I had tried to get details about the party
out of the sisters but they could not tell us anything and described in
vivid detail the tortures that would happen to them if they did. The Smith
twins and I agreed that the description of the tortures was a major turn
on so we tried harder to get someone to talk.
We were all ready for bed but the Lee twins and Brittany had other
ideas. The three girls mauled Sean, Patrick and I in the main dorm lounge.
They might as well have sold tickets for the number of people that walked
in and out of the lounge to check out the action. Brittany was the first
to break but she had the most sexual experience with her partner and she
wanted to get past the minor foreplay to get into the major action. She
pulled me out of the chair and walked with her head held high past
everyone to my room. She did not hold any sound back that night and my
ears were still ringing the next morning.
Everyone in the dorm got the message that they needed to step
back. It did not matter though since the Lee twins were popular with the
sorority sisters and one or two of them visited us every night. The Lee
twins flew their true colors and most nights the sisters left well
aroused. The sexual activity did no go any further than kisses with the
sisters during the summer, but the Lee twins used any vehicle, even our
kissing skills, to make sure they would receive bids.
The third and last summer session ended a week and half before our
freshman semester so the Lee twins and I said goodbye at the train station
when the time came. They promised they would be visiting the Smith twins
at least twice in that time period but we all knew their return home would
mean a curtailment of their freedom. Brittany had moved into the sorority
house a week before and tried to convince me that no one would mind if I
holed up in her room. It was a tempting offer especially when a couple of
the leading sisters gave implicit approval to the whole idea. Most
Exclusive also seemed to mean Best Kissers, Best Wrigglers on top of a
Male Body, Most Horny, etc.
No matter how much I could see myself doing that, I decided to
spend the week and half at home. Karen and my mother made my first night
back extraordinary especially since Marisa had a sleepover with some of
her girlfriends at Rachel's house. I knew Rachel volunteered her house at
my mother's request because of the sly smile she gave me when she picked
up Marisa. I would have liked time with Michelle but she and the freshman
had decided to try being exclusive for a while. I shrugged the
disappointment away by calling Brittany and asking her to spend the
weekend in my house. As luck would have it, it was Marisa's father weekend
so Rachel and my mom did another of their disappearing acts and I had the
house to myself. Karen and Brittany wore no clothes from Friday night to
Sunday morning. It put a few of the delivery boys off their stride but it
made coming in from practice or from my martial arts class a lot of fun
for me. They especially liked when I came in sweaty from class on Saturday
afternoon.
Brittany headed back to school on Monday but reminded me about the
'In the Dark' party. I said I had not received an invitation. She told it
would come on Saturday.
My mother claimed most of my sexual time during the remaining
week; the second separation was not as tough as the first one but she took
it as an excuse to get as much of me as she could. I quite enjoyed being a
victim of my mother's loving attention. The freshman move in was on Friday
due to orientation. Rachel and my mother were both teary-eyed as we
unpacked the cars to move into the freshman dorm. I thought they had left
but found Rachel in my room when I returned from helping the twins setup.
She did not say anything to me but got up from my bed and walked to me.
She put her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hard kiss. There
were tears in her eyes when she broke it. She touched my face where her
tears had left wet marks and kissed my cheek. I had to hold on to myself
tightly not to stop her from walking out of my room.
I had a single in the freshman dorm because our coach pushed the
right buttons. Had they been normal the twins would have had the singles
instead of me, but the coach knew them well enough not to try to separate
them. He spent his capital making sure I was taken care of figuring I in
turn would take care of the twins. It had taken him a long time but he
finally figured out some of the dynamics between my family and the Smiths.
The singles were all on the first floor placing me among other
recruited athletes; basketball, soccer, football and baseball. State was a
sporting powerhouse and though we got some resentful looks for our singles
most of the freshmen accepted it as part of our entitlement. The Lee twins
were on the eighth floor and the Smith twins were on the third floor. We
all piled into the Lee room and were hanging out when their preceptor
found us. She listed some orientation events that were 'required'
attendance for us. The twins and I looked at each other and she asked what
was up. The Lee twins explained that they were part of the
'disenfranchised' program and that the rest of us were athletes. The
preceptor nodded accepting that we had our own orientation presenters and
requirements. For the Lee twins there was a meeting with the program
counselors and group visits with upperclassmen at the orientation events.
The Smith twins and I thought we were going to suffer through our
upperclassmen swim teammates' attitudes. The Lee twins walked us to the
first floor where we were supposed to wait and snickered as they walked
away at our annoyed expressions.
The twins and I were not sure what was going on until Brittany and
one of her sisters showed up to lead us around. The twins asked what was
going on. The other sister explained quite calmly that being recruited
athletes we had different needs. She managed to say it with a straight
face. I began to understand when they took us to the class scheduling area
that had been set up in the gym. I noticed there were only athletes being
helped. My class schedule was problematic and the twins' schedules were
even worse. Our guides took us to a couple of counselors who listened to
our problems with the schedule and made some suggestions. I was surprised
I was not treated like I had turnips for brains and took the time to plan
out more than one semester worth of classes with the counselor. It took a
weight off our shoulders to get a schedule that better fit into our
practice needs.
The twins asked Brittany why everyone was being so accommodating.
Brittany looked at the twins amused and asked if they knew how much money
the sports program and team merchandising brought in; not to mention the
increased alumni support that comes with successful sports teams. The
twins nodded and seemed to feel better about everything. I shrugged I did
not think it was fair to other people but I was not going to argue with
something that benefited me.
We were visited by just about the entire sorority that night which
made us very popular with the athletes in the building. The sorority
looked to be picking out others that would need to be claimed as theirs.
It was the first time I met Julie and Tawny. They joined our impromptu
gathering like they were invited and I saw a lot of the sisters eyeing
them. Julie and Tawny eyed them back and that seemed to decide it for the
sorority; these two were not going to be allowed to get away either.
It was pretty late when we got to bed and even Brittany left me
alone thinking that I needed time to adjust. I would have preferred the
warm company like I was sure the twins were enjoying but had learned not
to argue too much when the woman I was fucking thought she was doing what
was best for me. They were usually right or at least had been up to that
point in my life.
I did not really begin to enjoy college until that Saturday night.
The summer had been somewhat rough with all the negativity around me and
though sorority night had been fun it was only one night.
Saturday the twins and I did a lot more of the normal orientation
things though we stood out since we had pretty escorts; even that was not
so unusual since we were not the only ones. We finished the last
orientation events and were told the upperclassmen would be moving in the
next day. There would be a campus organizations fair in the Quad the next
day and we should all attend to at least meet new people.
Brittany and the other sister told us we could hang out by their
stand all day if we wanted to. The other sister laughed when Brittany said
that after the 'In the Dark' party we probably would not have any energy
except for that.
I was sitting in my room that night wondering if the 'In the Dark'
party was a sorority prank when there was a knock on my door. I got up and
opened it.
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
In front of me was the reason I usually did not argue when a woman
I was fucking thought something was best for me. The vision at my door was
best for me and I was sure that Brittany had even helped her pick out the
outfit.
The first things I noticed were the melons. There are better, more
politically correct terms for breasts, but these were ripe, juicy with a
size and firmness to make a mouth water. Her breasts were melons covered
in light blue spandex-like material to hold them in place. I could not see
a bra strap which in a shirt that tight I should have been able to, so I
figured their lift was caused by nature and whatever aid the shirt could
muster. The shirt was thick because breasts that big had to have nipples
to match but I could only see a hint of them.
I was being rude but I could not help looking down her body
instead of up to her eyes. The shirt stopped halfway down her tummy to
show the muscular development of tight abs. She was wearing a jean
mini-skirt that did nothing to hide the thickness of her thighs. My eyes
moved up and I could see that her neck had fine feminine lines just in
case her body confused someone. I looked into her green eyes and they were
smiling knowing the desired reaction had been achieved. She walked past me
and I noticed her dark honey colored hair went down to the middle of her
back. She walked around the room making sure I could enjoy how her
over-teeming ass moved in that skirt. She was Brittany's height but
carried about twenty pounds more and it was all in muscle. She was almost
too muscular but the lines of her face, her hair, the feminine warmth in
her eyes, the shape of her ass, and those knee weakening melons bellowed
woman too loudly for the extra muscle to matter.
She looked over her shoulder as I closed the door behind and
leaned against it.
"Do you need more time?" she asked.
I was honest and nodded. I did not need more time to recover which
was not going to happen until I was balls deep in her ass but I wanted
more time just to take her in.
"Brittany said you would like this outfit," she said picking up
some of the decorative touches Rachel and my mother could not help leave
behind in my room.
"Yeah, I like the outfit," I said in a voice that clearly said I
could not give a shit about the outfit except that I wanted to peel it off
her.
Actually, I wanted to tear it off her. I would not be going to any
party if I put that in my voice and she offered even the slightest hint of
curiosity about what that would be like.
She smiled at me from underneath her eyelashes and moved to open
my closet. I was only wearing sweatpants and t-shirt so if I was going to
a party I was going to have to change. She pulled out a pair of jeans and
a cotton, long sleeve, white buttoned down shirt. She put them on the bed
and pulled a t-shirt, briefs, and socks out of my drawers. She laid those
on the bed, sat down on my desk, and looked at me with expectant eyes.
"Are you my invitation?" I asked her suddenly.
She nodded.
"Is Brittany someone else's invitation?" I asked softly. Her eyes
widened as my eyes darkened at the thought. She blew air through her nose
in annoyance at me before answering.
"Possessiveness can be taken too far, David," she said instead of
answering the question.
"Is Brittany someone else's invitation?" I firmly asked again.
"It's not like you would not fuck me if I took my clothes off and
spread for you on the bed," she said again refusing to answer the
question.
I looked at her silently, refusing to ask the question again.
"Oh, my sisters are going to like you," she said before answering
the question, "David, Brittany doesn't even use a dildo to masturbate.
That girl's mouth, pussy and ass from how she tells it is reserved for one
dick. Yours."
I nodded and moved to pick up the clothing.
"Men," she said in an exasperated voice. I picked up the clothes
and started walking to the door.
"Excuse me, David," she said.
I turned around to look at her.
"I dressed like this to give you a show, don't I get one," she
asked sweetly. She spread her legs a little to give me a flash of the
panties that matched her top. I held out my underwear before I spoke.
"I'd be showing you a lot more than you're showing me," I said
reasonably.
"Baby, Brittany has made you out to be some kind of legend," she
replied with a little arrogance in her smile, "And I don't mind saying
this is something I've got to see with my own eyes."
"Well, I don't show my hard dick to a women whose name I don't
know."
"Mandy," she said spreading her legs another inch apart, her
panties were tiny, "My name is Mandy."
I did not hesitate to take my clothes off. I was not as good
looking as the twins but the women that liked me usually wanted more than
just to look. I had reached my full height and while I would broaden for
the next couple of years, I was shaped by years of swimming, martial arts,
and the weight lifting required to be excellent in both.
There was a part of me that had reached its full potential and
from the tightening of Mandy's breasts I could tell she was impressed. My
hard dick waved angrily at Mandy as if it were insisting she come play
with it.
"Do you need more time?" I asked, using her own words. She nodded
her head and kept her eyes on my cock. We stood on the brink of her coming
over to take me in her mouth before she took a deep breath and looked into
my eyes.
She nodded again for me to dress. My underwear and jeans were
tight considering my condition.
"What do you play?" I asked as I put my wallet in my pocket.
"Softball, but that's not why I'm built like this," she said. I
looked the obvious question at her.
"I was injured during my sophomore year in high school and weight
training was part of my physical therapy. It just sort of stuck," she
said. There was an element of almost being embarrassed about how she
looked.
"I'm sorry you were injured, but I like what stuck to you." I said
truthfully. She gave me a sweet smile in thanks.
She led me outside and we walked to the front door of the lounge.
The Smith twins were waiting for us along with a couple of the other
athletes. There was even a painfully young looking, nerdy guy with his
eyes glued worshipfully at a devastating blonde in jeans and tube top. I
looked at him and at Mandy. He did not fit the mold of every other
freshman with a sorority invitation.
"David Forrest," she said meeting my eyes and answering my
unspoken question. "He's probably the smartest person we've ever had
attend this school; that kid WILL change the world. Our sorority does not
let someone like that pass by without making sure we can knock on his door
for support when we need it."
"Pimped out to him," I said looking at the blonde. It was
disconcerting to think they were that cold blooded. She dismissed the idea
with a blast of air out of her mouth and looked at me like she was
disappointed I was so stupid.
"The first things new sisters are broken out of is the idea that
they are still in high school," she informed me haughtily. "In high
school, the only measure of public success is sports. Here, the field
widens but only for women willing to grow up. There are maybe one to three
athletes that will make it big after college inside of a sister's four
year period even in our programs. With the twins, you and hopefully no
injuries that will give us a huge athletic class but that's only a
possible five athletes that will go farther than a beer full of memories.
There are a lot of more pearls than diamonds, David."
"Isn't that sort of anti the feminist stance?" I asked curiously.
"Don't be dense," she said angrily. "We're an organization that
needs outside support to continue flourishing. The more happy contacts we
have the better off all of us are. The other sororities play at being a
Sisterhood but we mean it."
"Sounds a little like you want to make sure all of your sisters
marry well," I said.
"That's part of it, I mean marriage is a social institution we
can't avoid but the gratitude of the right people is invaluable to us."
"What do you mean?" I asked. She looked at me and nodded as she
saw I wanted to know.
"The cat fights to be the invitation to the 'In the Dark' party
for both Davids this year were historical," she said.
I raised an eyebrow in question.
"Smith Holdings, a multi-region player in a variety of niche
markets on the verge of national and international expansion. The company
has been waiting for the right person to put his hands on the reins since
the death of its founder seven years ago. No one outside the company or
most of the people in the company understands why Rachel Smith does not
hand her company over to someone who can take it to that level now."
I was impressed.
"David Forrest, sixteen years old, brilliant engineer, more of an
inventor especially when it comes to computer components. He would have
been in college four years ago had it not been for his parents religious
beliefs. They're nearly Luddites."
I nodded taking a second look at Forrest. We were still waiting
for something but the blonde was hitting the young Forrest with every
woman's tool in her arsenal.
"Smith Holdings owns a small extremely high-end motherboard
manufacturer whose clientele is certain government organizations that
shall remain nameless," she said looking at me. "Smith Holdings is hoping
to expand that company into manufacturing other high-end computer parts.
It would be the perfect fit for both of you."
I looked into Mandy's eyes and back to David Forrest. The blonde
had him pinned in a corner and David's hands were around her waist. She
was leaning down to kiss him gently and his hands were quivering from
wanting to grab her ass.
"We did not pimp her out, she scratched her way through five other
sisters to be the one. David is going to remember tonight for the rest of
his life because that is one sister who is hot for him. She's a senior so
she can't keep him, but we'll settle him with one of us during his time
here."
"That's really cold," I said with no judgment.
"We didn't write the rules," she said looking at me. "Plus aren't
you going to be very grateful to us for David?"
I looked back at David. His hands had a tight grip on the blonde's
ass and she was rubbing her mound on his groin. We all heard the groan
from him as he could not control something he had never experienced
before. The blonde rubbed herself harder on him and his head dropped. A
minute later he looked around the room but I saw why every invitee was
there. They were all ignoring what had happened in the corner. David met
my eyes; I smiled at him and the blonde. I turned back to Mandy as if I
had not noticed anything. The blonde kissed him deeply and taking his hand
she pulled him towards the elevator. In the elevator, she wrapped his arms
around her waist and pulled him close to make sure no one would see the
stain in his pants. She did not seem to care that he had also marked her.
I looked at Mandy again and her eyes waited for me to ask any more
questions. I walked over to the twins and asked to borrow a cell phone.
Sean handed me his and waited. I called Michael and put him on David
Forrest's trail. I did not think that Brittany's sorority used the word
brilliant lightly but had to know for sure. If they were right, David
Forrest was about to find himself courted more aggressively than he was by
this group of co-eds who played harder than anyone I ever met.
"We'll take a look at him and if you're right Smith Holdings will
make him an offer," I said to Mandy.
"And we'll make sure he accepts," Mandy replied. I raised an
eyebrow at her.
"Oh, David how wonderful!" Mandy said in a heated and excited
voice that would crumble a sixteen year old's ability to say no to
anything. "I know how we can celebrate, have you ever tied a woman to your
bed and had your evil way with her. What, no!?! Hold on, let me call one
of my sisters, she'll help you. Hmmm, maybe later we can tie her down. "
I closed my eyes as the sound of her voice affected me.
"Now, that really sounds like pimping to me," I said when the last
of her voice faded from my body.
"Darling, she'd fuck him anyway," Mandy informed me archly, "If
you don't understand what a competent man does to certain women, you don't
know your own attraction."
David and his blonde escort returned from upstairs and interrupted
our conversation. He had changed his pants and the silly smile on his face
spoke of the competency of the blonde. She was licking her lips as if
trying to savor the last of the saltiness she could draw from them. The
stain on her dress was less noticeable but still there. I was sure that
would be the reason that David found himself with a mostly naked woman in
her room later that night.
"Smith Holdings will be very grateful if you're right," I said
almost to myself.
"So you fought to be my invitation?" I asked her.
"A little but mostly Brittany stepped in and dictated what you
were getting, and they all fought her." she said with a smile.
The Lee twins came out of the elevator with a very mussed and
pleased looking sister and interrupted what I was going to say. The Smith
twins and I looked at each other to share a laugh. Playing with the Lee
twins was the fastest way we knew to get tumbled ass over teakettle. On
the walk to the house the sister kept looking at the Lee twins like she
was ready for round two.
The invitees were asking each other if anyone had found what the
'In the Dark' part meant but no one had a clue or was not talking. The
sorority house was one of the largest Greek houses but the sisters
outnumbered the invitees so from the outside it did not look like anything
more than a friendly gathering. There was a lot of noise coming from the
other Greek houses so it distracted anyone from looking too closely at
this one.
A couple of hours later, the sisters drew us all into the
basement. It was large being as wide and as long as the house. There were
a few columns throughout it. There were a couple of stairs, which created
small alcoves. There were not so many people that we were packed in like
sardines but it was tight enough for me to step into the nook created by
the stairs at the backend of the house. I noticed that most of the male
invitees were being guided surreptitiously to the wall so that the sisters
and obvious sister candidates formed the core in the middle of the floor.
All of the sisters were looking around at the guys as if marking their
location in their mind.
"Ladies and gentlemen," came over the speakers. "Welcome, to our
sorority's legendary 'In the Dark' party. Remember what happens here,
stays here, and talking about it is the fastest way to not being invited
next year."
Her voice was deep and sensuous. Most of the guys were shaking
their heads looking at the sisters in the middle knowing no one would be
stupid enough to talk. I looked around and noticed that David Forrest had
been placed in the other stairway nook and there were more than a couple
of sisters jockeying for position around his blonde. I looked in front of
me and noticed the same thing was going on behind Brittany who was
standing in front of me with eyes boring into me.
"I know those of you who have never been here before are wondering
what 'In the Dark' means. I bet some of you have even guessed." Her voice
was doing a great job as sexual appetizer.
"Ladies, are the doors locked?" the voice asked.
"Hell, yes!" every female voice in the basement yelled. The guys
looked at each other but the smiles of anticipation on the faces of the
ones we figured had been there before calmed a lot of nerves. I was
reassured by the message of need in Brittany's eyes as she looked at me.
"In that case, for the next four hours this party will be in the
dark." The second she said dark every light in the basement went dead. I
knew they had engineered a power cut at the breakers because they did not
want to chance even one light coming on accidentally. I pushed myself
against the wall and tried to make anything out in the dark. It was too
deep though; there were not even slivers underneath the doors out of the
basement. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I started to feel
claustrophobic.
"It's okay, baby," I heard Brittany say from in front of me. I put
my arm out slowly and came into contact with her breast. She pushed
herself into my hand and moved towards me. She leaned her body into me and
asked for my tongue with her lips. I pulled her closer to me and grabbed
her ass tightly. We had not been kissing for thirty seconds when I felt a
pair of female hands join mine on Brittany's ass. They were a little more
interested in touching her than the dress so I felt them move down to pull
up on her skirt. They tugged incitingly when my hands stopped the dress
from getting to Brittany's waist. I took my hands away and rushed them
back but was still beaten to Brittany's now naked ass. I tried to find
some part of Brittany's ass to grab but another pair of hands had joined
the first. I gave up on that end and moved my hands to her breasts. She
was the one that pulled down the top up for me to play with her nipples.
"Brittany, you're in the way," someone whispered harshly.
"Okay!" she hissed back when someone pinched her ass. She pulled
my arms from her neck and slipped around me. She pushed me off the wall so
she could get behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I was about
to turn around but a female someone leaned against my chest and asked
politely if she could stick her tongue in my mouth. I opened my mouth to
answer but found I could not around her tongue.
The next hour was a haze of different female lips and tongues,
grabbing big, small, medium and almost perfect asses and breasts, and
fingers running through wet pussies in various states of undress. After
the hour both doors upstairs opened to let a number of the girls out. I
thought it was time to go but Brittany held me tightly.
"No," she whispered in my ears. "The ones that want more are still
down here."
I thought about asking some questions but all thinking was stopped
by another gentle pressure on my chest.
I knew who it was.
Brittany did not though, so she gasped in surprise when her hands
touched the breasts in front of me.
"Mandy?" she asked.
The girl in front of us did not answer but squeezed tighter
against me. I did what I had wanted to do from the start and grabbed her
tight, hard ass. I could not mold it in my hands without applying a lot of
pressure but she moaned in appreciation when I did.
"Mandy!" Brittany said. "What about your boyfriend?"
"We're on a break," Mandy said before she kissed me.
"Oh" Brittany said, "Ohhhh!"
Brittany came around me allowing me to lean on the wall. Mandy
followed me with her hungry mouth to keep my tongue inside her. Brittany
got behind Mandy and pulled up her skirt. I moved my hands to get out of
her way and we played with Mandy's ass together. I was getting annoyed at
her panties. They did not cover much but it was the principle of wanting
to play with naked ass. Brittany had the same problem and stepped back
pulling on Mandy's panties until they tore off her body. I ran a finger
through the crack of Mandy's ass down to the bottom of her pussy lips. She
was wet so it was easy for her when Brittany, pressed tightly behind her
unceremoniously shoved fingers into Mandy. Mandy broke our kiss to gasp
against my chest. I pulled Brittany's fingers out of her and turned Mandy
around. There was a box next to us so I pushed one of her legs up with
mine and rested my foot on the box. This opened her for my hand when I
stroked it down her hard stomach and into her pussy hair. I kept moving
down until I could play with her moist pussy lips.
"Eat her!" I demanded of Brittany. Both girls moaned and I felt
Brittany's face push my hand aside. I was glad for that because it gave me
an excuse to do something else I had wanted to do all night. I grabbed the
bottom of her shirt and pulled it off her body. I palmed her breasts and
lifted them. I ran my thumbs over her nipples. I heard a throttled scream
from somewhere in the darkness. I played with Mandy's breasts while
whispering to her how much I wanted to be inside her while Brittany licked
her clit. I told her how badly I wanted to cum all over her tits. The last
caused her to let out a low toned scream from the orgasm that washed over
her; the sound freed everyone's voice in the room. We were still trying to
be quiet but if the need arose no one stopped themselves from letting go.
Brittany kept playing with Mandy but reached around to open my pants. She
pushed my pants and underwear down with a little help from Mandy.
Brittany stood up and turned us so that Mandy could put a foot on
the box I had used. She kissed Mandy and pulled her down so that she was
bent over.
"Fuck her, baby," Brittany whispered around Mandy's lips.
I straightened myself out until I felt the head of my dick touch
Mandy's moisture. She gasped at the feel of me and reached between her
legs to hold me in place. I waited for her to do anything but she only
held me still. I pushed at her with my hips and my dick moved into her
body. She was as tight there as the rest of her body. She reminded me of
Carmen; thick, warm, wet. I pushed into her solidly unwilling to wait for
her body to adjust to me. She groaned into Brittany's lips as I powered
myself into her. I hit bottom and stroked out only to pump back through
her thick tightness. Her pussy struggled against accommodating me but I
paid that very little consideration adding power to my strokes when I
needed as I fucked in and out of her. She came suddenly and I had to stop
at the deep end as her pussy squeezed me. It was a gentle pressure, I had
expected her body to try to crush me but instead waves of pressure moved
up and down my dick. I dropped my head and groaned at the sensation.
I had to stay deep inside until I regained control. I thought
about laying her down on her back to know what she felt like while I
stroked down into her.
Brittany moved beside me and put her hands on Mandy's buttcheeks.
She pried them apart and I could feel the warmth of her smile.
"Fuck her ass, baby," she said loud enough for Mandy to hear,
"Make her ours."
"No, please," Mandy begged but did not move. "God, please no!"
I froze as I felt Mandy's pussy apply pressure on me. She wanted
it but her mind was not going to accept it.
"Please, baby," Brittany begged.
"No, just fuck me," Mandy pleaded and moved back and forth to
convince me to keep with what I was doing. I knew I could pull out and
take her ass, but she had to give herself completely, something she was
not yet ready to do.
I pulled back and stroked into her pussy hard.
"Thank you," Mandy said, "Thank you, thank you!"
She moved her ass back and forth to aid my strokes and then she
did a very sexy thing. It was sexier because I could only imagine it since
the room was too dark for me to see it. Mandy raised her right leg and I
reached down to grab it but it kept going up until she could rest it on my
shoulder. She pushed herself on me so that she was fucking me in a split.
She nearly wrapped her leg around my neck; her heel was behind my head.
She used that leg to move herself back and forth on my dick. All I could
do was lean my hips towards her. She had muscle control I could not
believe and Brittany was helping by reaching underneath to play with my
balls. Brittany moved to stand behind me so that I could lean on her as
Mandy rewarded me with her pussy for not fucking her ass like Brittany
wanted. She came again and the stroking of her pussy muscles put me over
the top so no matter how much I wanted to continue I could not hold on. I
grunted at the feel of it and Brittany guided me on my back to the floor
so that Mandy and she could clean me up and try to entice me to hardness
again.
A pounding on Brittany's sorority room door the next morning
awakened she and I. Mandy had not joined us in Brittany's bed but I had
hopes to have her in mine before long. I opened the door to see Sean
sticking his cell phone out to me.
"Get your own, David," he said grumpily before he turned around to
disappear behind another door. It was my mother calling to tell me that
Smith Holdings wanted David Forrest on board now. I had the good luck to
see David's blonde walking down the hallway from the shower. I put my hand
on her arm gently and we had a three-way conversation about what would be
a good offer to a sixteen-year-old kid in his first weeks of college. I
was sure the blonde had blown out several of his sexual doors the night
before and would be a big influence in his life until she left school.
The twins, Forrest and I spent the entire time at the fair sitting
a little behind the sorority booth. The Lee twins were in the Smith twins'
lap but it was obvious they were paying attention to the conversation I
was having with Forrest and the blonde. I was drawing him out and the Lee
twins joined in soon thereafter which was a good thing because they were
better at socializing. They soon had him chatting away comfortably; no one
said anything about the way the blonde would occasionally put her hand in
his lap to stroke him. The Lee twins were the ones that called my mother
to give her the information we had gleaned from Forrest.
The first week of college whizzed by with nothing out of the
ordinary except for the twins crushing the hopes of our swim teammates
since they were only human. I could not help smirking at everyone else
with an "I told you so" glint in my eyes. The twins had learned from our
freshman high school experience that besting even the seniors' times in
their preferred events sent a clear message. We were not going to be
popular but the twins and I knew after our first tournament we would be as
close to untouchable as any athletes could be in college.
Things did not work out with Mandy because her boyfriend wanted to
get back together. It was depressing since everything about her turned me
on. Brittany volunteered a couple of willing sisters to help me get over
her but I was too busy adjusting to our first semester to bother. By
design, the Lee twins and I had mostly the same schedule. They had rushed
and were pledging, which took up a lot of their time. The Smith twins and
I were helping as much as we could but for the most part the Lees were
being wrung out.
Forrest had accepted the Smith Holdings' offer to be a consultant
of sorts but we did not have much to do with each other. The twins and I
saw him at sorority events but that was about it.
Nothing had changed at my martial arts school during the summer
but the addition of the returning students made it worse. They were all
willing to scrap but had little or no control. It made them too dangerous
for me to do much in sparring except to be a defend and disengage partner.
Helen became more and more disdainful of me but I gave up on her after I
saw how she drove her elite students. She was hard and seemed to respect
only those that were as hard as she. Helen did not show anyone else the
disdain she did me because I was such a disappointment to her. She
especially disliked it when the school owner sparred with me. I trusted
him so everyone could see what I had, the years of training that had been
put into me. Helen tried to draw it out but I did not trust her and
sparred her liked her students. I had an easier time with the Brazilian
instructor because I did not know anything about his martial art. The
grappling was a lot of fun especially learning the holds. Another pleasant
thing about classes was that Mandy attended some of the advanced TKD
classes and although she never gave me more than a smile watching her kick
things was its own weird pleasure.
It was November before I realized that time was passing by. The
Lee twins and I had a group project due but they needed sleep more than a
couple of hours in the library looking through a list of books for what
would be useful to our research. I volunteered to do it by myself and was
swarmed under grateful kisses. The Lee twins and I had grown closer as
they slowly took over the role that Rachel had as my friend before she and
I slept together. A sexual relationship between the Lee twins and I was
tacitly and mutually considered taboo but since we had the same loyalty to
the Smiths, we gravitated towards each other.
I could not find a book at the library and went to the information
desk. I was leaning against the desk waiting for someone to show up to
help me.
"Can I help you?" a voice said. I looked up into jade green eyes
with yellow slashes in them, only Rachel's eyes had ever captivated me
like these.
"Hello?" she said with a funny smile.
The first thing I noticed after her eyes was the feeling that I
knew her. Something about me recognized the straight black hair, and the
not quite dark skin. Her makeup was perfectly done so that even I who
usually disliked it could not find fault. She was a couple of inches
shorter than my mother and her body was molded after Esmeralda's. Her
breasts were that happy place between B and C that could fit perfectly in
a champagne glass. She was wearing a black velvet pet-me shirt and a short
gray skirt. Her face was not so much pretty but more like a painting that
made me feel like I was the only one who could understand its beauty. I
wanted to walk around her for minutes studying her to see what about her
had my mind saying that I knew her.
"Are you okay?" she asked knowing why I was not.
"Latin women don't have eyes like that," I said stupidly.
"And you know every Latin woman." she said as the funny smile
returned to her face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'd apologize for that but it was your fault," I said to her with
a wide smile. She turned her head and scrunched her nose at me.
"Do I know you?" I asked her.
"I don't think so, I'd remember someone who thought things were my
fault," she replied with her own wide smile.
"Hi, I'm David Callas," I said sticking out my hand for her to
shake.
"Erica Covas," she said putting her hand in mine. Electricity did
not jump between us but there was something deeper in both our voices.
"I definitely don't know a David Callas," she said smiling.
I laughed but ran out of repartees so I asked her about the book I
could not find. She spent an hour helping me that was really us
indiscreetly trying to discreetly get to know the other person. I was
happy to do all of our research for the class the rest of the semester; I
even volunteered to do some of the twin's library time.
I was busy with school and practice so I was only having sex with
Brittany as time allowed and though I spent most of my social time at the
sorority house the sisters were pretty busy with a promising and secret
pledge class. I was in the house one Friday watching Greeks stumble around
drunkenly when a thought struck me. It must have shown in my face because
Brittany asked me what was wrong.
"The frats haven't chased after the twins or me," I said a little
confused, "I can understand them not going after me a little, but not the
twins. They have money and are star athletes."
"We told them hands off the three of you and Forrest," Brittany
said and walked away. Her statement made me curious but in part I was
grateful for having one potential problem removed. I did not think to
question why they told all the other Greeks to stay away.
My conversations with Erica became longer. We met a couple of
times for lunch in the student cafeterias but nothing more personal was
happening except the attraction between us kept growing.
It was Thursday in the first week of December that things changed.
Erica and I were having lunch when all of a sudden her eyes started to
tear.
"What's wrong?" I asked. I felt close to how I did when Rachel
cried after Roger died, like her pain was somehow mine.
"Nothing," she said. "It's okay."
Her green eyes were sad but she took a deep breath and they
steadied. I was not about to let it go though.
"Tell me what's wrong Erica," I said pushing my plate away.
"David, please," Erica said looking at me like she wanted me to
continue pushing. "Just forget it."
I sat back in the chair and looked at her. The yellow slashes in
her eyes thinned when she was sad or angry.
"Here's how it works," I said. "I don't know what's going between
us, especially since you have a man, but you don't cry at a table with me
and expect not to tell me what the fuck is going on."
She looked away. I liked the way the lines of her face were
accentuated by a profile view of her.
"I had a fight with my boyfriend last night," she said softly
still not meeting my eyes.
Erica and her boyfriend had a soap opera relationship of high ups
and low downs with not a second in the middle. It was one of the main
topics of our conversations and I had a fascination for the dynamics of
her love life. She had told me most of her relationships were like that.
"What happened?" I asked.
"He thinks I'm cheating on him," she replied.
"Are you?" I asked.
"How could you say that?" she said looking at me hurt.
"You told me you'd cheated in just about every relationship you'd
had with a guy."
"Yeah, but I was kid. I mean kissing somebody else because your
boyfriend goes to another high school, everybody in high school does stuff
like that."
I shrugged thinking I was not exactly one to talk since I had in
the course of one week had sex with Cara, Tanya, Carmen, Jeanie, my mother
and Iris; not to mention the wife in the woods. Some of them knew about
each other but no one but me knew about all of them.
"So you're not cheating on him?" I asked.
She looked pissed now.
"You're being an asshole," she said angrily.
Erica had a temper.
I looked away from her for a minute.
"So you are cheating on him," I said.
She got up angrily and grabbed her purse. She picked up her tray
and walked towards the front of the cafeteria. I pulled my tray back and
started eating again. She was back a couple of minutes later and sat down
hard in the chair across from me. I looked at her and she was very angry.
"I'm not cheating on him," she said forcefully.
"What have we been heading towards?" I asked her pushing my tray
away again.
"That's not cheating."
"We've been talking for weeks and a lot of it has been flirting."
"David, we're just friends," she said pointedly. I sat back in the
chair and looked at her.
Her words had cut.
"We are just friends, aren't we?" she asked after the silence
lasted too long for her.
"So what happened in this fight?" I asked.
"Nothing, we were lying in bed and he got really mad," she said
with a lot of the sadness returning.
"And you're crying because he got really mad."
"No, he... he pushed me and I fell out of the bed," she said, "It
hurt and he just laughed."
The tears started flowing more freely.
"It's not first time," I said feeling dead inside like I had over
the same issue when it was my mother and her husband. She shook her head
to confirm what I already knew. I sat there quietly barely even noticing
when she put her hand on top of mine.
"So what do you want me to do, Erica?" I asked.
"I don't want you to do anything," she said quietly.
"I've been here before Erica with my mother and her husband.
You're telling me because you want me to do something."
She looked at me and the tears came down freely.
"I'm telling you because you're my friend David and right now I
need my friend."
She worked that afternoon in the lower level of the library which
most people avoided; it meant I could sit with her. She went over the high
and lows of her relationship again. The entire time she had my knee
trapped between hers and squeezed me as tight as she could.
I walked her to her dorm. She lived in a dorm apartment and none
of the three other roommates were surprised to see me. We hung out with
them for about fifteen minutes before Erica and I went into her bedroom.
She went to the bathroom and changed into tight gray sweats and a black
t-shirt. She lay on her bed and talked for a couple of hours about her
other relationships.
I listened.
I got up to go and she kneeled up on the bed. She held her arms
out for me to hug her. I held her tightly for a couple of minutes. She
leaned her head back to look at me. The only thing I could see were her
eyes as they swallowed me.
We kissed.
I walked to my dorm thinking about that kiss. It was the one that
would have happened between Tanya and I if she had gone out with me the
first time I asked.
Brittany was waiting for me in the floor lounge. I sat down on the
seat across from her. She looked at me for a long time before she spoke.
"Erica?" was the only word she said.
They had met. Erica and her boyfriend had been walking around
campus and had run into us. Erica's boyfriend did not notice the ferocity
with which she looked at Brittany. Her boyfriend was measuring me but
seemed to like the fact that Brittany was all over me.
"So who was the cow?" Erica asked the next time we were alone.
I looked at her; she had the decency to blush but did not
apologize for her choice of words. I shrugged in reply, she had a
boyfriend and my life was not her business.
She let it drop.
Brittany had asked about Erica but only after seeing me with her a
couple of more times around campus.
"What is it with you and Erica?" she asked after we had sex.
"She has a boyfriend," I said without thinking and knew it was the
wrong thing to say.
"Oh," she said quietly before getting up to dress and leave. She
did not say another thing about it to me until the night of Erica and I
kissing.
"I thought she had a boyfriend," Brittany said in the lounge; she
looked like she regretted saying it. I looked at her and her hazel eyes
glimmered with tears that would not fall. We talked for a long time. She
did not say anything to me when finally she gathered her things and walked
out of the dorm.
I was lying in bed almost asleep when my phone rang.
"I shouldn't have kissed you," Erica said when I answered.
"I shouldn't have left," I said and put the phone down on its
cradle.
We did not kiss again before the Christmas break. My life wrapped
itself around a new schedule. Practice, class, the work necessary to stay
on track in school, martial arts and every free moment spent with Erica. I
had much less available time than she did so there was nothing suspicious
in the amount of time we were together.
She kissed me again at the train station when I went home. I was
done with my exams and my mother was renovating so needed the extra pair
of hands. We spent ten minutes with our lips touching before my train
arrived. I would have waited for the next one and the next one after that
if we could have kept kissing but she pulled away and said a quick
goodbye.
Everyone at home seemed to know something I did not because they
all stepped around me. Marisa was the only one that treated me normally.
Brittany and I had not slept together since our lounge
conversation and it did not even strike me as strange that neither my
mother nor Karen tried to reinitiate our sex life.
Erica called me at home after Christmas and asked to visit for a
weekend day.
She came by in the morning and we spent most of the day together.
We walked around the mall talking but it was not until lunch that
something significant was said. We were sitting down with our mall food
when she said what she wanted to.
"Miguel and I broke up," she said not looking at me.
"When?" I asked carefully.
"The 24th," she said looking at me. The lie was in her eyes, but I
ignored it.
"Why?" I asked. She looked at me and then around the mall. I
studied her like I did every time I was with her. I tried to remember
where it was that I might have seen her, maybe a glance in the parking lot
after a swimming competition.
"I want to be with you," she said finally.
We ate again in silence and then watched a movie.
Rachel had invited us to go to her house for dinner but I was
surprised to find everyone there.
Erica was not happy to see Brittany. She pulled me aside.
"What is she doing here?" she asked angrily.
"She's Rachel's friend too," I said. Erica turned to look at
Rachel who was watching her. Everyone from my mother, to the Lee twins was
watching her. She looked around the room and held her head high. We moved
into the dining room where we had a sectioned off dinner; the two sets of
twins; my mother and Rachel; Michael, Brittany and Marisa and finally
Erica and I.
We were in my room when Erica and I had our first fight.
"They were being bitches," she said pacing around the room
angrily.
"Who was?" I asked while putting on music.
"Your mother, Rachel, your sister, the twins, and that fucking
cow!"
I put the CD in my hand down and took a couple of deep breaths
before turning around. She must have realized she had opened her mouth too
soon because she crossed the distance between us. She hugged me and laid
her face against my chest.
"I didn't mean it that way, baby. I swear I didn't." she
whispered. "It's just that no one talked to me."
I kissed her hair.
"It doesn't help that you keep calling Brittany a cow," I said.
"I don't do it where anybody can hear me," she whispered almost
apologetically.
"It doesn't matter Erica," I said kissing her hair again. "You
talk about her like that to yourself and later when you're around her it
slips past you."
She nodded against my chest. We walked to the bed and she lay down
pulling me on top of her. We kissed and this time there was no reason to
stop. There WAS a reason but I had not challenged the lie. I thought she
did it to be sure she had me before she gave him up.
It was the first lie and I had allowed it.
I do not remember taking our clothes off. Her lips were on me and
I could not let them go long enough to think about anything else. Only the
new connection we forged broke the kiss; I was between her legs and my
dick found the entrance to her body. Between heartbeats I drove myself
into her and she arched her back took her lips away from me.
Her pussy squeezed the length that was inside her body. She arched
and tensed again when I pulled back.
"Oh my God!" she panted when I drove into her. She wrapped her
arms and legs around me. She held on to me as tight as she could as I
pulled back and thrust into her again.
She came and bit my shoulder in reaction. I had been waiting for
that since the first day I met her and my body emptied itself of
everything inside of her.
She wriggled underneath me a couple of minutes later in discomfort
so I pulled out of her and lay down beside her.
I was still hard.
She turned on her side, threw her arm over my chest and snuggled
her nose against my chest.
A couple of minutes later, I smiled at the ceiling.
Erica snored.
----
Erica and her boyfriend had a bad post-breakup month with him
chasing her around. It was only when he saw me coming out of her house one
morning that their relationship died in his eyes. Her mother gave me a big
hug and we turned around to see him peeling out of a parking spot. Her
mother had liked me the moment we had been introduced and the mature
version of Erica was someone I liked very much also.
Erica and I spent as much time together as we could until we went
back to school and then spent even more time together.
Erica was claws out whenever Brittany came by but they only
clashed when I was hanging out with the Lee twins while Brittany was with
them and Erica came looking for me.
The Lee twins were now truly someone I considered friends. They
were Rachel, Marisa, and the Smith twins all wrapped in a prohibited
package that let me relax around them. I did not know exactly what I was
to them but I knew they felt close to me also. They never talked about
Erica, and they welcomed her to join our 'play' whenever she found me with
them.
Erica was not so generous and questioned why I spent so much time
with them. Our second fight occurred after Erica found the twins,
Brittany, and I playing an outrageously cheating game of monopoly in my
room.
She sat watching us impatiently, obviously annoyed until the Lee
twins slammed the pieces down, gave her a 'grow the fuck up' look and
walked out. Brittany smiled at Erica as if she had won something in the
exchange, kissed my cheek and walked out.
I put the game away while Erica made huffing noises.
I stood across the bed and looked at her.
"Why are you hanging out with that fucking cow and her friends?"
she nearly screamed at me.
"Erica, I've asked you not to call Brittany that," I said calmly
which seemed to just fan the flames.
"Fuck you!" she yelled at me. "I don't want them near you."
"The twins are my friends," I said gritting my teeth against the
need to yell back at her.
We stood staring at each other, neither willing to budge on the
issue until she stormed out of my room.
Her phone call woke me up.
"I'm sorry." She had obviously been crying. I held the phone
tightly to my ear listening to her apologies and explanations.
Makeup sex is great. She was waiting for me when I got home from
class the next day. She was wearing a very small skirt with an almost
see-thru shirt. She was leaning sexily against my door. I stopped at the
end of my hallway when I caught sight of her. She stretched against my
door, stuck her tongue out and licked her lips. I moved so that I was
standing in front of her. I unlocked my door and pushed it opened. Her
green eyes were challenging me as she moved from the door to lie down on
my bed. She stretched in the same way she had before but her eyes were now
inviting me. I slammed the door shut and was naked three seconds later. I
pushed the skirt up and grabbed her panties. I ripped them off her body
and grabbed her legs. I pushed them against her torso to open her and dove
to take her clit into my mouth.
My action on her clit as well as her orgasm came fast and hard.
She grabbed my head and tried to pull me up to finish what we both needed.
I crawled up her body kissing her through clothing until I was kissing her
lips. My dick kissed her entrance and with a hard movement of my hips we
merged.
It was also fast and hard. I pulled back and drove into her fast
and hard. She wrapped herself tightly around me and grunted as my second
thrust hit bottom. She grunted a second time when my third thrust
thickened me inside her. It was the spray of hot liquid that caused her
second orgasm. She gripped me tightly with her pussy and screamed as the
pleasure tore us apart. It was the first time since getting together that
she had come that freely.
We were lying looking at each other when she spoke again.
"I'm really sorry, David." she said apologetically. "I know
Brittany wants you back and I hate seeing you with her."
I sat up and leaned against the wall. She sat up and wrapped the
blanket around her body. She looked at me waiting for me to speak.
"Brittany and I were never together like we are, Erica." I said.
She smiled and shook her head.
"David, you never told her she was yours so as far as you're
concerned you weren't together."
I nodded.
"She's said it to herself lots of times, David." She looked at me
waiting for me to answer that.
"So what do you want Erica?" I asked.
"I want it to be just me and you," she said. "Together."
"Just me and you; I don't have any friends?" I asked.
"No, just me and you; I can trust you with Brittany or any other
woman because you've said the words."
"I don't think this is a good idea, Erica."
"Are you telling me I shouldn't trust you if you say it's just
us."
"I haven't been with anybody else since our first kiss, Erica. I
don't plan to be with anybody else, but I'll tell you if that changes.
Can't that be enough?"
"You don't want to be with me?" she asked hurt.
"I'm here so obviously I want to be with you," I said quietly.
"But I'm not Miguel or any other guy you've dated."
"But that's why I don't want anybody between us, David." she said.
"You're not like any guy I've been with, and I don't want to be with
another guy if I have you."
I lay down and she lay facing me.
"Okay," I said looking into her eyes.
She smiled and snuggled in closer to me.
"We're together now," she whispered. "Hang out with the cow all
you want."
The last was said with a lot of humor so I did not take offense
like I usually did.
She kissed me and tucked her head underneath my chin.
"But no milk!" she said with a giggle that tickled my neck. I
kissed her hair.
"I love you, David." she whispered seconds before falling asleep.
----
Everything calmed down for us until April. The twins and I settled
our differences with our teammates by showing that we planned to do
exactly what we had done in high school at the college level. We had good
swimmers on our team but no one of the twins' caliber so everyone stepped
out of their way. Brittany and Erica had found an interesting way to
coexist through the Lee twins. They allowed the Lee twins to organize the
time that I spent with Brittany. If I was with the Lee twins and they did
not invite Erica, she did not come looking for me. Erica never made as a
big a show of things as had caused our last fight.
I thought everyone had accepted our relationship but I was wrong
as I discovered when I was visiting home one weekend. Most of us were home
so it seemed natural to have dinner in the Smith mansion on Saturday
evening.
I was walking by the first floor library when their voices stopped
me.
"But she's not right for him," Brittany said slamming her fist
down on the table.
I turned and leaned against the door where they could not see me.
"He's hers, Brittany," Rachel said calmly.
"Fuck her!" Brittany yelled at the top of her lungs.
There was silence for a couple of minutes.
"I'm sorry," I heard Brittany say and then there was the sound of
her sitting in a chair hard.
"It can't last Brittany," Rachel said. "It's not just me saying
it, David's mother believes that too."
Brittany snorted.
"Brittany!" Rachel said in a voice that was ice.
"Sorry," Rachel whispered just at the edge of my hearing.
"None of us must have anything to do with David and Erica breaking
up." Rachel commanded.
They were silent again for a couple of minutes.
"How could you sit there so calmly?" Brittany asked. "You have a
lot of time invested in David."
"You're right," Rachel replied. "David is potentially the answer
to a lot of my family's needs, but I can count the number of times I did
not believe in Roger on one hand, Brittany. The only thing he has not been
proven right about is David, and that's because it's not David's time yet.
If I have to gamble my family's future, I will bet it on my husband being
right this last time, Brittany, because I have never needed him to be
right more. I also choose to believe that my lover of 12 years knows
what's she's talking about when it comes to her son."
It was a longer pause than the two before.
"Roger left Michael and I the job of preparing David. One of the
things I could not believe was that Michael would step aside."
Brittany snorted.
"Yes, that was stupid of me," Rachel admitted.
"What does Roger have to do with Erica?" Brittany asked.
"David won't walk away from what his father left him," Rachel said
quietly. "Taylor made that mistake with Michael."
"That doesn't mean that Erica will," Brittany insisted.
"I didn't believe Taylor would either, but loving a man doesn't
mean you'll change what you are or let him be what he has to. Erica is too
young, she's been hurt badly in the past, the signs are there if you know
them. She doesn't trust David."
"That doesn't mean she will make a mistake that will cause him to
walk away from her," Brittany insisted harder.
"But darling, yes it does."
"What?" Brittany asked.
"You really should be having this conversation with David's
mother, you know."
"David's mother, " Brittany said and then hesitated while looking
for the right words. "She's like a female David but softer and harder at
the same time."
There was another pause.
"Erica has David and could keep him but a part of her doesn't
believe she deserves him. Maybe that's sad, but I'm not her mother. Nobody
here will do anything to stop her from crashing their relationship, and
nobody better do anything that makes David feel we were responsible for
it." Rachel said.
"But if we do nothing to stop her from fucking up everything she
wants, won't David hold it against us too?" Brittany asked seriously.
"Erica has made no effort to become a part of us." Rachel said
with what I was sure was a smile. "David understands we have no
responsibility to her."
"But," Brittany started to say.
"Brittany, do you think David will be happier with us?" Rachel
asked.
"Of course!"
"She is not a part us. We believe we are right for him. Finally,
against our own interests we did not act against her."
"But Rachel, we didn't do anything to stop her."
"Neither Roger nor David has ever expected any of his family to
give their food to someone not of us."
I closed my eyes and squeezed them with my fingers.
"Stay out of Erica's way, Brittany," Rachel commanded again.
They settled down into whispers until a couple of minutes later
Brittany walked out of the library. I walked in and closed the door behind
me. I sat down in the same chair that Brittany must have sat in and looked
at Rachel.
She watched me warily.
"So you don't think this will last," I said. Rachel's eyes lost
their wariness and just watched me. She shook her head in reply to my
almost question.
"She's too young to know that all rose gardens have more thorns
than roses." Rachel said, her blue eyes looked pained.
"What does age have to do with it?" I asked angrily.
Rachel leaned back in her chair and stared at me until I calmed
down.
"Erica knows there are lines and she won't respect you if you
don't stand by them. She's too young to wait, and wait, and wait until she
knows you'll stand by the ones that pen her in because you've stood by the
ones that pen you in. It makes her fall inevitable."
I stared back at her.
"You are not Roger's son if you don't live by the lines you chose
to draw."
-----
Things became downright friendly after Rachel's edict came down to
not interfere with Erica and I. Brittany stopped taking up any of my time
and even the Smith twins opened up as much as they could to Erica.
Erica and I were happy.
Someday, I will ask my mother if that was her plan. February,
March, April, May, and June were three months more than a July and August.
Even the house hunting went off without a hitch or a grumbling.
Erica accompanied Rachel and I as we looked through different properties.
Erica was very impressed with how much money could accomplish if you were
willing to spend it. The house cleaning and decorating went off without
too many problems also. Erica and Brittany were amicable the entire time
even when they were the only ones in the room.
School finished with a winning swimming season, and the best
grades I had ever gotten.
I was happy.
-----
I was doing some reading for my first summer session class in the
evening when the Lee twins sat down across from me. They were vibrating
with emotion so I could not concentrate. I put my book down and looked at
them. They were nervous and in pain.
"We have to talk to you," Joanne said. Stephanie looked at her
sister and nodded at me.
They were out of sync and I knew this was going to suck.
"She did not go there to find something out, David," Stephanie
said.
"We swear no one has been trying to find anything bad about
Erica."
Our relationship was stable so her name in that context was a
surprise to me. I looked away from the twins and stared at the wall. I
could feel their nervousness increase and instinctively knew that for the
first time since I met Erica my pack had to come first.
"It would not matter if Brittany was camping out under Erica's
window," I said looking at them. "Brittany was not the one who did what
you're afraid to tell me."
Thinking about the twins and Brittany helped prepare me. The Lee
twins took each other's hand and a deep breath.
"Brittany was in a restaurant with her family," Joanne said.
"Mandy recommended it to Brittany so we think she knew," Stephanie
said.
"How would Mandy know anything?" I asked curious about that
detail.
"Mandy knows him," they said together.
I put my head on the back of the sofa and closed my eyes.
"When?" I asked.
"Tonight, David," they said together again.
"Brittany got back from the restaurant and called us," Joanne
said.
"They kissed outside the restaurant and they," Stephanie tried to
complete it but could not.
I got up from the sofa and picked up the twins' car keys on the
way outside. I had my own car because of the house but theirs was one she
would not recognize.
I drove to Erica's house thinking about different ways to ask the
question. I thought about whether I would ignore the lie like I had about
her ex-boyfriend. I rehearsed what I would say if it were true. I had no
reason to believe anyone had lied to me, everyone was following Rachel's
lead and Mandy had barely spoken a word to me since the 'In the Dark'
party. I parked it where her boyfriend had peeled out from when he
accepted their end.
I stepped out of the car and looked up at Erica's window. Her
bedroom window was on the second floor of the house and was large.
It was a cliché.
I watched the male and female shadows kissing on her window shade.
I closed the car door behind me and leaned against it. Something inside me
said it might have been someone else, but everything else laughed at such
a suggestion.
I did not think about much for the next couple of hours. The light
turning on in their room woke me out of my reverie. I watched the shadows
play behind the shade before the light turned off again.
The late night rain kept me awake and let me think.
I pondered why I could not shake the feeling I had known Erica
long before we met. It struck me. She was a composite of the different
women that I had either wanted or had. I rotated her in my mind and sorted
her into her different pieces.
Sometimes she was as reluctant or as shy as Iris.
Karen's height and hair.
My mother's anger.
Esmeralda's body.
The wanting that I had felt from the first moment with Tanya.
The seductiveness of Rachel.
The possessiveness I felt with Blanca.
Caroline's almost innocent maneuvering for what she wanted.
I could not find Brittany in her which was a surprise.
I put her back together in the dark, took her apart and put her
together again and still came up with slightly less than what would take
for me to scream, "We know her!"
It was strange to discover that I remembered every moment I had
spent with her. It scared me that when I tried I could recite every
conversation we had almost word for word.
In the morning her mother came out first and did not see me.
Erica's little brother exited, passed her and raced down the steps.
Marelin followed behind quickly and caught him at the sidewalk as he tried
to turn down the street. She gave him a warning shake and looked up.
Her eyes met mine across the street.
Her face appeared different than it had been when she was with me
on the steps of her house when another boy had waited for Erica. There was
pain for her daughter this time.
She closed her eyes and I could read her lips as she whispered a
prayer.
"Please, God no!"
She opened her eyes but my eyes told her he had not answered. She
walked towards me.
I learned something about a woman then. I watched the mother come
to me without even thinking of turning around to warn her daughter and
understood the difference between the two.
Rachel and my mother were wrong.
Erica was not too young.
My mother was wrong because she was a wolf and had never
understood the choice. Rachel was wrong because she did what she had to
for her family and thought it made her like Erica. Marelin crossed the
street without thought to her daughter and illuminated the truth I had not
known. It had nothing to do with age or experience. It had nothing to do
with the man. Some women do not cross lines because they choose to stay
inside them; there are things they will not do. It does not matter that
they have been hurt or that they do not trust you. Words do not have to be
spoken for them to be loyal to you.
She stood in front of me and looked at me. I saw the door open
again out of the corner of my eyes. They came out wrapped in each other's
arms; they did not notice the world around them. Marelin turned around to
watch them and moved away a few feet. They did not see me as they moved
down the house steps hand in hand. I knew what that was like, to be so
wrapped in each other that nothing else matters.
He saw me first.
Erica was smiling happily at him but froze when the color left his
face. She followed his line of sight until her eyes met mine. The loss of
color to her face would have confirmed it all if I had any doubts left.
The three of us stood looking at each other. Erica and he looked at each
other and then turned back to me. I watched Erica; he did not matter.
She walked angrily towards me and he followed a couple of steps
behind her.
"What are you doing here?" she said angrily trying to turn the
situation on me. I looked at her friend and back at her.
"I had something to tell you," I said calmly. My restraint made
her angrier; she looked behind to him as if she wanted his support. He
took a step forward and I smiled at him.
It was invitation for him to take the next step forward.
"Did your fucking cow tell you about us?" her voice was almost a
yell. I looked at him some more still hoping he would say something; I was
close to tasting the blood.
I sighed when his eyes said he would have preferred to walk away
had she let him.
"Look at me, God damn it!" She did yell that time. "Why are you
fucking here?"
She knew, but she wanted me to speak in anger so she could know I
was like every other guy.
"So this is the better man?" I asked her nodding towards him. Her
face paled and then reddened as she felt the quicksand pulling at her
feet.
I studied her face knowing I would never let myself do this again.
I looked again for what it was about her that I recognized; all that time
spent together and the echo of recognition I got from her was still there.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, I could tell that she wanted
it over with if I was not going to give her my anger.
"I had to tell you something."
I looked up at the sky thinking about us.
"David?" she said reaching out to touch me. I looked at her
thinking it would be the last time. Her eyes turned from anger to hurt, I
studied the placements of the yellow slashes in her eyes memorizing them.
My mistake was in believing that the choice was mine. It had never
been. Wolves are choices made by other people; my mother made the first
choice with her bite but Erica was the moon that freed me.
There were tears in her eyes, and in mine when I spoke.
"I love you."
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