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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

34
Holiday

WE WERE THROUGH! No more classes for a month. It seemed like the entire town emptied out in twelve hours. The campus was deserted. The house next door was empty. The guys had carried suitcases out to their last exams and didn’t come back. I saw all three blonde bimbos from two doors down load into a Ford Focus that looked like it was dragging bottom under the weight of everything they packed with them. I didn’t know where they were headed, but I hoped they made it.

I got out of my final in Slaughtering at ten on Friday morning. It was a written test and didn’t take that long to complete. I was glad to have that class out of the way. Next semester… Well, that was going to be another tough one as I’d be in class five days a week at eight o’clock in the morning. Nothing like starting your day right with food prep.

Mary and Eva were both with the girls when I got home and everyone was dressed casually—meaning not at all. I got stripped out of my clothes as soon as I walked in the back door and joined the pile of girls under all the blankets in the house in front of the TV for a day of movies. We hadn’t had a day like that in months!

Ariel was still sporting all her paint below the neck, but before getting to bed last night she’d shampooed it out of her hair and off her face. She’d been daring, however, and we were surprised when the Dragon Lady fixed our dinner Thursday night. Ariel demonstrated her whole unfolding routine and her mother made her repeat it three times while she walked around the little pixie and looked at the paint job. She clapped with delight at the transformer-like performance. I was afraid she’d be offended by the blatant sexuality of her daughter exposing her enhanced genitals and breasts, but the Dragon Lady laughed and looked at her from every angle. Then she demanded that Ariel play the piano for her before she went home and told her she had to wear clothes when she came home for the holiday.

Even without the face makeup, Ariel was taking every opportunity to fold and unfold for each of us Friday. The paint on her labia was mostly worn off.

“I have to fly out tomorrow,” Mary said. “I hope I can stand this.”

“Where’s home?” Eva asked.

“It’s a short hop. I live in the town of Fridley, which is really a northern suburb of Minneapolis. Can you take me to the airport tomorrow, Jett?”

“Sure I can. Want me to fly home with you, too?”

“Would you?”

“I was kind of joking, you know.”

“Yeah. I’m going to miss you all. I’ll probably lock myself in my room for the next month.”

“That sounds terrible,” Sarah Lynn cried. “Jett, you should go visit. Maybe you should go for New Year’s Eve and then bring her back to us.” There was a chorus of assent and I started to seriously consider it.

“I don’t want to take you away from the family on New Year’s Eve,” Mary said. “But would you mind a guest here until classes start the twenty-second? Maybe for a couple of weeks?”

“Any time,” Ariel said. “In any bed.”

“I think I’m jealous,” Eva said.

“We’re just getting started,” I said. I took the naked girl into my arms and kissed her deeply, the movie forgotten. “Whether we are lovers or not, I am going to have you naked in my arms frequently this term. I’m going to touch you and every inch of your body will obey my commands. We are going to make a great artwork this spring and I will paint you,” I whispered in her ear. She shuddered and I could feel her skin ripple all the way down her body as I stroked her side. She moaned a minor orgasm as I held her. I moved my hand down toward her pussy and found a head between her legs. “I think everyone is willing to help you out a little, don’t you?” I kissed her again and squeezed her breasts as Ariel lapped at her pussy. Her next orgasm was neither minor nor quiet. “You are my substrate,” I breathed. She moaned again.

“So, when are you leaving and coming back, Eva,” Jas asked as if a massive orgasm had not been occurring right beside her. She nudged me out of the way and kissed Eva. Ariel crawled up on top of me and offered me her face to lick clean of Eva’s juices.

“Oh… Uh… I’m…” Eva had a hard time catching her breath. “I’m flying to Virginia on Sunday. I wasn’t going to come back until the eighteenth, but if you’d like to do some more sample painting, I could come back a week earlier. If you want.” She looked at me.

“I want,” I whispered. She shuddered again.

THE IMMEDIATE CONCERN was getting all of us where we needed to go for the holiday. Mary flew out Saturday morning and Eva on Sunday afternoon. We went out and got a small Christmas tree for our house on Saturday afternoon and decorated it with any miscellaneous objects from our childhood that we could find. It was mostly lights that I got at Lowe’s on sale with some red balls and tinsel.

Sunday night, my dick kept switching between Ariel’s and Kelly’s pussies. They kept me going most of the night and when I was exhausted, they kept each other going. Then, Monday morning, Ariel’s mom picked her up to spend three days with the family. She’d be back on Thursday but would leave again on Friday for a family ski trip to Tahoe for a week. We’d get her back on the sixth.

Kelly’s mom arrived at noon. She and Kelly were spending a mother/daughter holiday and Kelly admonished me to watch her Christmas Day special. She said it would really be special. Once we’d all greeted Siobhan and made sure they had everything they needed, Jas, Char, Sarah Lynn, and I went to my parents’ house.

“WE THOUGHT MAYBE we could get you to visit more often if we put a bigger bed in your room,” Mom said as we stood staring at the king-size bed that about filled my old bedroom. “Since you have a painting studio in your new house, we didn’t think you’d mind sacrificing your painting area in here.”

“Mom…” I started. Here she was planning my life for me again. Sarah Lynn squeezed my hand. Yeah. So what? “Thank you, Mom. Some number of us will try to visit more often if we can. At least during breaks. We could almost all fit in this bed.”

“You don’t need to give me the details. Just tell me how many towels you need in the bathroom.”

WE HAD A QUIET EXCHANGE of gifts for the family on Christmas Eve. Mom and Dad included a little something for Char, Sarah Lynn, and Jas. Jasmine’s mom and Ray joined us as well. There were little gifts for us to take to Ariel and Kelly. It was really sweet and even I felt kind of sappy and emotional.

On Christmas Day, of course, the grandparents all arrived to fill out the Christmas dinner table. With eleven of us at the table, I think we were the biggest group that Mom and Dad had ever entertained.

“It’s too bad Ariel and Kelly couldn’t be with us,” Granddad said. He still stopped by our house a couple of times a month just to check on maintenance. He’d helped me put up the storm windows we found in the garage a couple of months ago. You’d think that would be something the landlord would do! “And what’s that cute blonde’s name? Mary?”

“Oh, yeah. She’s cute,” Jas giggled. “We’re going to send Jett to Minneapolis to capture her and bring her home.”

“Dear me,” Mom said. She looked genuinely worried. “Should we have gotten the California King instead of the regular one?” Everyone stopped eating and then all burst out laughing. There was a little choking and liquid coming through the nose. I quickly took Grandma’s mimosa to get her a fresh one.

“I’m not that fond of orange juice, Jett,” she said sweetly. “Would you mind just getting me a gin and tonic?”

“Of course, Grandma,” I laughed. “It’s much easier.” I think I was only eight when I learned to make Grandma’s gin and tonic.

“So, what are you going to do with all your vacation time?” Grandpa asked. “Want more hours at the store?”

“I could use some hours,” Sarah Lynn said. “My schedule this term really didn’t leave me any dependable time I could work. I’ve cut a couple of hours from the schedule for second semester.”

“I’m picking up three more hours with that damn Farm to Table course this term,” I said. “It meets every morning at eight. Grandpa, couldn’t I have done this course at the store like I did the first semester one?”

“I wish. There’s too much cooking involved in this course. You’ll also cover the grading, costing, and yield estimations that I can’t effectively teach you at the store. Better you take this one in a class. I take it you don’t want extra hours, then.”

“I’d like some during the break. I might have to cut back once school starts. I’ll have two classes on Mondays.”

“We’ll work something out.”

WE MADE IT BACK to the house on Boxing Day—not that we celebrate it but our parents had been watching Downton Abbey. We watched Kelly’s special on Christmas night. She had cute antlers on and a red nose. The real shock, though, was seeing the reindeer tail attached to a butt plug. I didn’t think Kelly had ever put anything up there.

“You know what this means, don’t you, Coal?” she’d said. Then she wiggled her ass around in front of the camera.

“You’d better practice,” Char said as she backed up against my erection. Sarah Lynn and Jas continued to watch as I slowly sawed in and out of Char’s butt. When Kelly started using her Hitachi, though, Jas and Sarah Lynn went to work on each other. It was a fine climax to our Christmas holiday.

As soon as we walked in the door on Wednesday, Kelly was all over us, kissing and hugging.

“Did you like it?”

“That was really sexy.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Not much. A little at first, but I got used to it.”

“I want to try it.”

“Let’s go order some!”

Well, I was left alone pretty quickly but Santa’s little elf entered the living room. Siobhan O’Rourke is only a slightly older version of Kelly. She has the same bright red hair, the same stature, and the same tiny titties. I’m not sure why I was thinking about Siobhan’s titties, other than that they weren’t really hidden very much by the thin fabric of her elf-suit.

Nothing was.

“Siobhan? That’s a pretty revealing outfit.”

“Hmm. It is, isn’t it? This is what I get for spending the holiday with my daughter. I try to coach her a little and I end up mimicking her. Don’t mind me. I’ll just go get some dinner ready for everyone. I have to go back to work tomorrow and we didn’t really have much of a Christmas dinner with just the two of us. Will Ariel be back today?”

In answer to that question, a cold burst of air from the living room door was accompanied by Ariel’s bright voice singing out, “Honeys, I’m home! Fuck me!”

“I think you’ve been called,” Siobhan laughed. The rest of my afternoon was well-occupied.

“ABOUT ME GOING to Minneapolis,” I said to my five lovers in bed on Thursday night. Ariel was leaving again in the morning for a ski trip with her family to Tahoe. “I don’t think it’s such a great idea.”

“I agree,” Sarah Lynn said. “We were just dreaming and wanted Mary to know that we’d like her back as soon as possible even if we—or you—had to come and get her. I talked to her this morning and she’ll fly home—I mean here—on the third. That will give us almost three full weeks with her before school starts.”

“That’s a relief. You know I want her back as much as everyone else does, but the cost…”

“I can tell how much you want her back. The evidence has been in my hand ever since you said her name,” Sarah Lynn said. “Now it’s time to plant the evidence in me.”

I moaned as Sarah Lynn settled her hot spot around my cock. She was in a lazy fucking mood and I enjoyed her little movements as we continued to discuss Mary’s arrival and how to organize things.

“You know, I only use the attic for performing and special liaisons,” Kelly said. “It seems like a waste, but I don’t want to be separate from everyone else. Will there still be room for me down here?”

Sarah Lynn continued to move on my cock as I reached an arm around Kelly and pulled her to us. We both kissed our girlfriend for a long time before answering. My breath was getting a little short.

“I… We will… always have a place for you in our beds,” I managed. “You are in our hearts. Nothing could displace you from our beds.”

“I just love you all so much.” She leaned over and sucked one of Sarah Lynn’s nipples into her mouth and I felt the responding spasm in her pussy. My cock jerked and I guess my fingers twitched in Jasmine’s pussy. I’m not sure what the connections were between our little chain reaction and the gasps I heard from Ariel and Char.

“Do you really want Jett in your pooper?” Sarah Lynn asked. “That butt plug looked hot with the tail attached, but even when I get mine, I don’t know yet if I want to use it.” Sarah Lynn shivered and the vibrations notched up my come rocket another degree.

“I want Jett to have all of me,” Kelly sighed. “I don’t have much in the way of boobs for him to lay his cock between, but he can have every hole any way he wants it.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Kelly was renewing her offer to me and I wanted all of her. It wasn’t just that I wanted blowjobs, fucks, and sodomy. I wanted Kelly. But just at the moment, Sarah Lynn was picking up the pace a little and I was about to pop in her pussy.

“Kelly, I love you,” I gasped out as I erupted.

“I love you, Kelly,” Sarah Lynn echoed. Three other lovers paused in what they were doing and echoed our sentiments.

“I love you all,” Kelly said. “Sorry I got all emotional. ’Tis the season.”

IT TURNED OUT that it was the season for all the girls and one by one they started their periods over the next few days. Ariel took off with her parents so she didn’t add fuel to the fire. The others, though, seemed to have a milder time than some cycles as far as the cramps went. Mostly everyone was kind of sentimental and wanted to cuddle together. Granted, often with a heating pad.

I picked up a lot of extra shifts over the New Year holiday and was getting in the rhythm of preparing the butcher case, the coolers, and the freezer each day. Grandpa or one of the senior meat cutters still took care of the prime cuts, but I was getting good at cutting and packaging the choice meat. There was one day that I forgot to put the absorbent pads under the meat before I packaged it in foam meat trays and shrink wrap. I caught it before there was too much blood in the cooler but I had to clean the cooler and repackage about thirty pieces of meat. Other than that, though, work went fine.

Sarah Lynn picked up several shifts as a cashier and felt like she had some spending money at last. Her scholarship and grant paid tuition and housing, but it’s nice to have a little cash in your pocket for a cup of coffee now and then. Our parents had always been self-indulgent, stopping at Starbucks once or twice a day, eating out often, and buying whatever toys they wanted. For Mom, those were kitchen gadgets and the newest cell phone. Dad liked electronics and had about five computers and tablets. He was talking about getting a new 3D printer that he could use to actually print a crown for a tooth. He swore it would completely revolutionize dentistry.

The net result was that we didn’t always make good use of our money. I never thought twice about buying paint, brushes, canvas, or other supplies whether I really had a need for them or not. I took a look at my bank account and was really shocked to see that I’d gone through half of the money I’d gotten for my paintings last spring. I tried to figure out what I’d spent so much money on and couldn’t. I didn’t have a full ride at the University but only paid about fifty percent of my tuition and fees. I contributed my share to the housing and food fund, but I worked half-time and couldn’t see why I didn’t have more money.

I felt bad about Jas. She had limited scholarship support and was hustling tables at Applebee’s almost thirty hours a week. Her mom helped, but Sondra didn’t make all that much at her job and still lived in the same apartment she’d moved into with Jas when her husband was killed in Afghanistan. Jas got some kind of stipend to help with college from the government, but it always seemed like she was struggling.

Ariel’s parents made things easy. Maintain a 3.5 average and practice the piano two hours a day. Then she gets her college, room and board paid for and an allowance.

Kelly was making more money than any of us, I think. But she was also complaining that tuition for spring semester was going to wipe her out and she hoped she could save enough over the next six months to pay for fall tuition and keep living with us. I was a frequent visitor to the Kat House upstairs, and the amount of clothing, toys, and electronics in her room was probably equal to the rest of the house combined. I know her mom helped get her started, but I didn’t think Kelly was managing her money any better than the rest of us.

The rest of us except Char.

Char was working on a year-end accounting of everything we put into the house, how our money was allocated for food, rent, utilities, and maintenance, and what each of us could claim on our taxes. She was really a whiz with the accounting stuff and was doing great at her new job. She’d received some bad advice from our high school guidance counselor who told her she could enroll in a certificate course in business and get everything she needed for her chosen profession without getting a degree. It turned out that wasn’t true. After her first term, front-loading the pre-reqs for her biz cert, she was told she needed to follow the curriculum for an accounting degree. The educational requirements didn’t bother her as much as finding funding for a four-year degree did. Still, she’d recovered the money her father stole and he added another ten grand. She budgeted every penny of her own as carefully as she managed the finances of our household.

Since Mary and Eva didn’t live with us, I had no idea what their financial circumstances were. They didn’t seem to be hurting, but all of us kept that kind of thing hidden from everyone else. They could be eating ramen noodles every day for all I knew.

I kept looking at all my paintings and the projects I’d completed the first semester. I was proud of it, but I wasn’t selling anything. I didn’t really even care about selling anything except that I needed to pay for painting stuff. Of all the projectes I’d done this semester, only Athena and Perfect Pain were anywhere near marketable. Without Eva and Mary painted in front of them, they just seemed to be lacking something. I realized how important my meat cutting certificate would be to my livelihood and considered adding another course for the spring. I just couldn’t imagine carrying more than the nineteen hours I was scheduled for, though.

I made it a point to make love to all four of the girls present in the house over New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. I’d fucked Ariel thoroughly when I cleaned all the paint off her body on Thursday before she left town. We were all sad to see the sex doll disappear, but Ariel convinced us there was a sex doll under the paint as well.

The sex was a short-term antidepressant for all of us as we looked at our year-end finances.

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