Double Take
Chapter 46
“At random and unexpected times, you terrify the life out of me.”
—G.S. Jennsen, Relativity
EM’S GRADUATION WAS NICE—and long. When there are seven or eight hundred people getting diplomas, it’s hard to even see the person you’re interested in. After the ceremony, though, I got to see Francie and hold the baby for a bit. Then they were off to various parties.
The crash after the high is always the worst, I guess. And with Em, the slide was toward her coming service. She had a month to celebrate and party before she started and instead, she sat in her room and moped. Thursday night, she crawled into my bed and just hugged me and cried. We didn’t do anything sexy, even though we were both naked. I just held my sister and hoped she would snap out of it.
“Hey,” I said, nudging Em awake. “I’m going for a jog. Come with me.”
“What? What time is it?”
“Six-thirty. We can jog for an hour and I can get ready for school. Rachel will be here to pick me up at a quarter till eight.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, kicking the sheet off. I had some second thoughts about running. Emily stretched and every inch of her body was taut. I wanted to fall on those little nipples and suck, bury my face between her legs and open the gates with my tongue, stroke and pet every inch of her body. I wanted to fuck my sister.
I grabbed my shorts and sat at my desk chair to pull on socks.
“Okay, okay. I can go back to bed when you go to school.”
She was up and waiting for me Saturday morning. I’d been out with Rachel Friday night and Em didn’t try to sleep with me. But I was happy that she was willing to run. Jog. I was covering about two miles in my hour out, but just breathing the early morning air was helping my own attitude. I had to rush at home though because Riley Whitcomb and his daughter Desi were out front promptly at seven-thirty to head for PopCon in Indianapolis.
Riley—‘don’t call me mister’—was as lively and talkative as Riko. And just as into pop culture as Desi. I planned to just read in my Algebra book all the way to Indy, but once I was settled in the back seat, Desi scooted around until she could lie with her head in my lap and still be buckled in. I was trying to be polite because I wasn’t sure what Riley could see in the rearview mirror. Apparently, he couldn’t see down to where Desi kept one of my hands pinned against her breast. Or that she kept turning her head toward me to give little nips and bites on my cock through my jeans.
Riley had our badges already and showed me how to fasten it to my wrist so it was available but didn’t interfere with showing off my costume. Then he took us to a room in the convention center hotel where we could change into our first outfits and told Desi he’d come looking for us if we weren’t at the booth in fifteen minutes. My Black Butler clothes were in a plastic bag and I started pulling them out. I looked up to find Desi in nothing but thong panties. She grinned at me and grabbed the hem of my T-shirt to pull it off.
“Too bad Daddy only gave us fifteen minutes,” she laughed as I petted her big boobs and she pressed them against my chest. “Get dressed. You have to help me with my zipper.”
Getting into the slim butler clothing was a challenge with my cock in the way as I watched Desi get her hose on and then her wig. She seemed to be leaving the dress for last and I was stumbling all over trying to get the pieces of my costume on in the right order. Desi was finally satisfied that she had her wig and makeup right and helped me tie my tie. She sat me down in front of the mirror and started getting my black wig on. Damn! It was cool! I couldn’t recognize myself.
“Now help me get my dress up,” she said. She bent at the waist to step into the dress and start pulling it up. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do, so I just sort of stroked up her legs as she pulled the dress up. “Hold my jiggly tits still while I get this adjusted.” All right. I knew when I was being played. But still… I cupped her boobs from behind and pinched her nipples up until they were hard little nubs. Desi moaned. She positioned the cups in the right place and I removed my hands so I could zip up the back of the dress. We were ready. And we looked spectacular.
I was pretty sure I was going to be embarrassed non-stop wandering around in a butler’s costume with people staring at me, but the last mechanical engineers’ convention I’d been to did not prepare me for a pop culture convention like this. Traffic was just picking up when we got to the exhibitor show floor. I managed to snag a program as Riley led us into the center and down a broad aisle to Riko’s booth. It was huge. She had full costumes, racks of hats, weapons, gloves, shoes, wigs, and anything else you could imagine.
And Riko. Holy shit. Desi’s mom had more cleavage on display than Desi did! And when she stepped out into the aisle to inspect our costumes, I saw that she also had really nice legs that were displayed all the way up to her leather corset. I guess I knew where Desi got some of her flair and a lot of her good looks.
“Okay. You’re set,” Riko said, handing Desi a bloody costume knife. In Black Butler, Madam Red starts out as an innocuous woman who is flirting with Sebastian. Then she’s revealed as a sensitive and caring aunt to Ciel Phantomhive, the brilliant twelve-year-old detective and charge of Sebastian, the demon butler who has contracted with him. Later, it’s revealed that she is a doctor and is actually Jack the Ripper, killed by the rebel reaper, Grell Sutcliff. If that has you confused, welcome to anime.
So, as Madam Red and Sebastian Michaelis, Desi and I simply toured the show floor, stopping for photos by and with nearly every fan that came through the doors. I don’t think I’ve ever had my picture taken so often. And no one had any idea who I was. We just smiled and posed and suggested that people stop by Madame Riko’s Cosplay booth.
About three hours into the show, Riley collected us and took us back to the hotel room. He gave us food and laid out our second set of costumes. I couldn’t wait to get out of the butler rig. I had no idea they wore so many layers. The next costume upped the ‘sex sells’ quotient. My Aikuro costume showed less is more. He’s totally casual with a white shirt partially buttoned and a loose tie. It was like no costume at all except for the makeup Desi got me into. I wondered how many guys’ abs Desi had applied makeup to in order to make them look ripped. She worked fast. And naked. I had a blue wig for this outfit and when she was done, I couldn’t be recognized as the same guy who just cosplayed Black Butler.
“You’re kidding! Your mother is actually going to let you wear the Ryuko Matoi outfit?” I asked when she laid it out.
“Yes. And you are going to stay really close to me. It’s the only way I’ll have the confidence to pull it off. You’re my bodyguard.” If you don’t know Kill la Kill, which I didn’t until a few weeks ago, Ryuko has a transforming school uniform, Senketsu, when she goes into battle with a huge single scissor blade as a sword. When the typical little school uniform transforms, it scarcely covers her. The top shrinks up to her shoulders and there are just two little wedges of fabric connected to her suspenders that cover her nipples. The whole underside of her massive boobs would be exposed.
I had to apply adhesive to her nipples for her so the top would stay in place. Every little geek boy at the con was going to come in his pants. Possibly including me.
If the cameras were flashing for our Black Butler cosplay, they were going crazy for Kill la Kill. We didn’t walk around as much in these outfits. Despite signs all over the convention floor that said “Cosplay is not permission. Keep your hands to yourself!” the place was so crowded that it was all too easy for someone to try and cop a feel. There were photo platforms at different places around the center, though, and we’d move to one and stay about fifteen minutes or so while people snapped pix and posed with us for selfies. We’d take about ten or fifteen minutes to move through the crowds to the next station where we’d repeat the whole thing over. There were a couple guys who got their photos with Desi at every stop.
We had one more costume change to go through while we ate a sandwich and finally got off the show floor for good at nine that evening. It was a relief to get out of costumes and into normal clothes at last. Riko had us leave our costumes on the bed in the hotel room so she could get them cleaned and put away. Once we were dressed and fed, Riley drove us back to Fort Wayne.
“Great show. Great show. Sold a lot of costumes and accessories today. And made a great contact. The live action Bleach is doing well enough that they’re thinking of doing other live action movies based on anime. They’ve already got Kakegurui out. I met with three different producers about doing costumes for the productions. Great show! What a good day,” Riley said as he drove. I scarcely paid attention. Desi hadn’t bothered with a bra when she dressed and I spent the whole two-hour trip with my hand up under her shirt as she continued to tease my cock.
We didn’t have an opportunity to really do anything because when Riley let me out at my house, Desi didn’t even get a chance to walk me to the door. We kissed before she got into the passenger seat and then Riley was off back to Indy with her.
I jumped in the shower and relieved things a couple of times. I never did get any Algebra studied.
By the end of the second week of June, Rachel and I were both questioning the wisdom of taking this summer school intensive. I guess it was easier on me because it was still review of things I’d studied long ago, but methods were different than when I studied and I had to keep up with the current practice. We were in class until three, studied for an hour, I had driving class at four. Then Rachel and I would go to her house or my house for dinner and study some more. Neither of our homes was available for an evening of loving, so when we did manage to have sex, it was in the back of the Yaris. It wasn’t comfortable, so more often than not we ended up just holding each other and kissing. We’d both agreed, though, that we weren’t going to substitute a hand job or blowjob for intercourse. We liked them as part of making love, but not as a substitute.
Still, it was a little frustrating. But she had Izzy and I had…
Secrets. One of the side benefits of not being able to make love was that we talked a lot. I found out that Rachel’s first time had been at a party in eighth grade. She’d gone to it—and her parents let her go—because it was just going to be another girls’ sleepover. But there had been boys. And booze. She’d never meant to go all the way with any of them but one boy she liked had been kissing and petting her. They got carried away and ended up fucking in the laundry room on a pile of dirty clothes. It wasn’t her only experience, but she was still counting our first time together as the first time she actually made love.
I told her about my nightmares and how much it tormented me to not know what caused them or how to stop them. I was bordering on dangerous territory when I told Rachel that my sisters seemed to know when I was having a nightmare and one or the other would come to hold my hand to wake me up. She thought that was sweet, but I didn’t tell her that sometimes waking up was followed by a hand job. Or that I ate my older sister to orgasm about once a week. I knew, though, that it was going to come out eventually.
Better that than telling her I was a time traveler. Or alternate universe traveler. God! I don’t even know what I am.
Em and I continued to run every morning. About twice a week, I’d wake up to find her cuddled up against me and once I woke up to her sucking my cock. She knew Rachel and I weren’t having much intimate time together and tried to arrange a while on Saturday morning where everyone was out of the house. Rachel and I managed to make love in my bed and then fell asleep. We were just lucky that Em got home before Mom, Dad, and Pey.
We survived the first three weeks of summer school but the second summer term started literally the next day so it was hardly a line to cross between one and the other. We’d finally moved into the driving portion of our drivers’ ed class and each evening after class, the instructor took one of us for an hour-long drive. And we each had an hour scheduled on Saturday. Mom was really helpful, though. She’d toss me the keys to the car on Sunday and say, “Call your girlfriend. Let’s go have lunch in South Bend.” Of course, Rachel had to sit in the back seat on the drive, but it was cool that I got an extra couple of hours in my log book and Mom would suggest a little shopping while we were out after lunch.
Mom had taken a liking to Rachel. I believe it was helped along by the friendship that developed among our parents. It didn’t hurt that Pey and Richard got along well.
Mom pulled up after my driving class on Tuesday, got out of the car, and tossed me the keys. Rachel had already left. I opened the passenger door for Mom and went around to the driver’s seat. I adjusted the seat position and all the mirrors before I started the car.
“I hope you know where the Adamses live. I don’t have any idea.”
“Then you will get used to taking directions from your navigator,” Mom laughed. “Go up to the light and turn right on Jordan.” I did as instructed and I think Mom deliberately took me on a round-about route so once we arrived, I still didn’t have any idea how to get here.
It was a nice house in an older subdivision. I hardly thought it was big enough for dance lessons. Brittany met us at the door and curtsied to my mother as she greeted us. She led us inside and the whole family was gathering at the dining table. By whole family, I mean Brittany, her two younger sisters, her mother and father, her aunt, and her grandmother. Mom was seated between Brittany’s mother and grandmother. I sat between Brittany and her father, a position I was not completely comfortable with.
Mr. Adams, however, was relaxed and sort of comical, making several comments about men being outnumbered three-to-one. Lisa, Brittany’s twelve-year-old sister, insisted on correcting him to say it was seven-to-two and figured her father had to deal with all the old women while she, Brittany, and ten-year-old Joyce got to torment me.
“Oh, you may help teach him to dance,” Mr. Adams said, “but it is exclusively the province of the quince to torment him.”
Having just spent a weekend at cosplay central in Indianapolis, I had to smother a laugh when I looked at Mr. Adams. Between the name and his little mustache, he could have been cosplaying Gomez from the Addams Family. Fortunately, Mrs. Adams was nothing like Morticia and if anyone in the family looked like Wednesday, it was Brittany’s little sister, Lisa. I supposed no one here even remembered that old 1960s television show. I almost choked, though, when Mr. Adams took a cigar out of his pocket after dinner and gripped it between his teeth. I wondered if I could get him to give me one. It made my mouth water.
The purpose of the evening, of course, was to find out if I could dance suitably to be Brittany’s date for her quinceañera. It was also nice to get my mom acquainted with yet another girlfriend’s family. Later, she promised that Dad and Pey would join us for a get-together but they were unable to make it tonight. She didn’t hesitate to mention that my ‘other girlfriends’ had approved my taking Brittany out when she was permitted to date.
My first task, of course, was to dance with Grandmother. She was close to seventy years old but spry and fiery as any Latina I’d ever met. I was thankful for all the lessons Joan and I had taken before prom. The old girl had some moves on her and I had a wonderful time dancing with her. She taught me a few things and I thanked her by saying I sincerely hoped I could hold her in my arms and dance again soon.
“If it were my quince, I would never let you out of my sight,” Grandmother said. “And if Brittany is foolish enough to, then you may find me in your arms again.”
Then I had to show my skills with both Mrs. Adams and her sister, Aunt Sophie. When I held Aunt Sophie in my arms, I got a jolt as V1 recognized her. I’d dated a few women between Rebecca and Renie and one of them had been a half-Cuban spitfire I’d found on a trip to Florida. We’d been lovers and she’d taught me a bit about salsa dancing. Sophie met my every move with something sexy of her own and I was willing this night not to end. The secret of salsa dancing is to stay in control. It’s way too easy to just get wild with the music. But if you stay in control and move only on the right beats, you can cover an entire dance floor with some of the sexiest moves around. By the time the music stopped on our dance, we’d circled the entire cleared space in the living room and made it behind pieces of furniture where I bent Sophie back over the sofa and then lifted her over it. She looked at me through wide-open eyes when I dipped her down for the finale.
As I took Brittany in my arms at last for the formal waltz, we could hear Sophie and Mrs. Adams talking hurriedly in Spanish.
“Are they angry with me?” I asked her as we kept the proper form and danced. I didn’t want to offend anyone. Brittany blushed.
“Aunt Sophie just told my mother that she needed to put me on birth control immediately,” she giggled. “I think you made an impression on her.”
We called it quits for the evening because I really needed to get home and sleep so I could get to school in the morning.
“Well, I learn something new about my son,” Mom said as I drove us home. I hadn’t had much experience driving at night yet, so she directed me all the way around the city before we got home. “I had no idea my son was such an accomplished dancer. Or skillful womanizer.”
“Um… Well you know… Joan and I had lessons before prom. Remember?”
“And you learned all those vertical dance steps? In addition to the horizontal ones?”
“Mom!” I was about to get killed. My mother was going to restrict my social time, make me lay off my girlfriends, and God-knew what else.
“I’m envious, you know,” she continued. “Your father is downright green. But relax, Jakey. We aren’t mad at you. You’ve obeyed the rules we have set. After all, we never forbade you from having sex with Francie while you were recovering. Why would we try to control it when you have real girlfriends?”
“You knew?”
“Not right away, but Francine didn’t used to spend that much time after school with Emily. And occasionally there was… lingering evidence. But, Jacob, I want something to be very clear.” Mom hadn’t used my full name in as long as I could remember. “Your girlfriends deserve your respect first. Including Brittany. Don’t let your libido run over their feelings.”
“Yes, Mom. I understand.”
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